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cryptid--bunny Ā· 4 months ago
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date night in the mystery flesh pit!!!!!!!!!!!!
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theokusgallery Ā· 3 months ago
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I wonder what's their relationship with their siblings. (referring to Nick and Sunny)
Also...Will there be Mari, Aubrey, Kel, and Hero?... I wonder if you're going to add them or not (hhshjsjs I'm getting a little bit *too* curious)
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Interesting question ! I was literally continuing a WIP about Nick and Statice's (Nick's sister) realtionship as I saw this ask, lol. (No link with the picture above, I just drew that one for fun). I was also just talking about them extensively in Tosteur's server, sooooo...
Statice and Nick love each other very much. They grew up constantly around one another, and since their parents weren't always around, they always had to stick with each other and play with each other... They basically only had each other for most of their childhood. So they stick together.
Now, I can't remember if I've ever talked about it here, but Arsenic wasn't really liked by other people as a kid (and that hasn't really changed). He's weird, he's queer, he's mean (socially incompetent), etc etc. Statice, on the other hand, is a lot more normal than he is. They're identical twins, so they were in the same grade growing up, and when they made friends, it was usually together. But every friend they made always, consistently preferred Statice to Nick.
That's not to say Statice doesn't have her fair share of "weirdness", but when it came from her as opposed to Nick, kids around them didn't mind it as much. Like, sure, Nick was into boys, and that was weird and creepy and embarrassing to other kids, but... not only does Statice also like guys, she's trans. Weirdly enough, Nick was ostracised for being queer a lot more than Statice was.
Nick and Statice are very, very close. They spent 99% of their time together, growing up, shared a room, went to the same schools, in the same classes, they still go to the same university (though they don't study the same thing). They share a lot of things and know each other very well. But they have... unaddressed issues and built up resentment on Nick's part, and judgement on Statice's part. S o it's not exactly perfect.
I feel like it's important to note that Statice is the one and only person that Nick doesn't have an unhealthy power dynamic with. She's quite literally the only person that Nick is an okay guy around.
(She's also Sunny's best friend, so you can imagine how that goes when Sunny and Nick get together -- while Statice disapproves of it very much because she knows exactly how much of a creepy piece of shit Nick is :)...)
--Sunny and his sister Mari were also very close growing up. After growing up, though, they kind of drifted apart as Mari moved away for college and Sunny started seeing flaws in her that he... hadn't really wanted to see before, because he idealized her as a kid. They talk sometimes, and they still love each other, and they have an okay relationship, but they're not nearly as close as Nick and Statice are. Sunny kind of gets jealous of them for that sometimes.
I'm not actually sure if i want to add Kel or Hero or Aubrey to the story or not. There's a third friend in Sinny and Statice's friend group that's essential to the storyline, and I'm not opposed to making them Kel or Aubrey, but I haven't thought about them too much, so I don't know yet. Might make 'em an OC. I was hesitating on making Sunny's sibling an OC as well, but the characterization/role I was planning for them ended up being taken by Statice (who I actually care about and think about a lot), so I don't mind it being Mari. Hero is in the story by virtue of being Mari's boyfriend in every universe (/ref), but he has no role or purpose. Imagine he's standing in the background if you so wish
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lighthouseshepard Ā· 3 months ago
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feels like. most of the past few months have just been me waiting in drs offices alone hoping for answers or a solution that will stick. and it sucks
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despite-everything Ā· 2 years ago
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hold on im sadposting
okay this is depressing but i cant get it out of my head. my closest friends have been asking me for a while to be honest and open about my mental health stuff, but i really only started sharing what its actually like recently. and then they got super worried and invested and then they inadvertently triggered and had to witness one of the worst ptsd attacks ive had in years and now things feel so strained. i reached out and explained what happened and why, as well as more details about what was going on that they didn't understand, as well as advice for how to help in the future. it was so fucking hard to do but they replied that they appreciated it and love me and all that. but both of them are leaving town this weekend and havent seen me since the incident, and we texted briefly once or twice and they said they'd figure out when to see me this week before they leave, but didn't. i reached out again today because i'm more schedule-oriented than they are, but no response. so there's only 2 days where they could possibly see me now (due to my work schedule) and i'm doubting it's going to happen. and then both of them will be out of town for a week, then we have a week and a half of classes left, so i probably won't see them much. then it's winter break, and i'll be alone again for several weeks. they said they'd like to go on a trip with me, but haven't confirmed anything at all so i think i'm going alone (i'm not shocked by that one - i was doing the trip anyway and figured they'd enjoy it, but i also didn't get my hopes up). and the thing is that they're good people. but ive lost friends before when they learned what i'm really like, and i think it might be happening again. i try so hard to get better but the fact is that ive spent my entire life sad. like some of my earliest memories are of hiding away and crying. and ive been in and about of treatment since 2008. i want to be optimistic, but my dad has told me he's felt this way for more than 40 years, and i'm scared that's going to be me too. the best i've felt in years was in the rainforest, and even then, the anxiety was lifted but i was so sad i could cry at any moment. i don't like living like this! i dont! and i do try so fucking hard to be better and do better. but i think my friends aren't going to be able to handle having a friend like me and i feel like i've fucked up years of work on building a close and healthy friendship by being fucking insane.
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strwberri-milk Ā· 5 months ago
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hey guys!! i decided last minute im gonna try to post a raf fic a day for the next week as like a little bday thing!! im hoping it forces me to write the ideas ive been meaning to write and just have been procrastinated so i hope yall dont mind the double posting for the next week <33
Sunlit Woes
Rafayel x GN!Reader || Domestic Fluff, Clingy Raf || 802 Words
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For all of his complaints, Rafayel was nothing more than a cat to you when he got like this.
You didnā€™t know what it was about him that made him so needy, especially since you never even had an inkling that he was really that clingy. The media made him seem so untouchable. His aloof personality and neutral smiles made it hard to believe that the great artist Rafayel was indeed the same man with his face buried in your stomach, whining about the fact that you were late (you werenā€™t ā€“ you just couldnā€™t come by earlier than the agreed upon time).
ā€œItā€™s not good for my heart you know!ā€ he mumbles, muffled against your clothes as his arms wrap around your midsection. You laugh a little at the sensation of him nuzzling against you, running your fingers through his hair.
ā€œIf you wanted me to come earlier than you could have just told me to come earlier when we first made plans,ā€ you chastise lightly with no real malice. ā€œI would have tried to make it work if I had more of a heads up.ā€
ā€œNo! Itā€™s something that you should just know! Especially since itā€™s been a while since the last time we saw each other.ā€
Now it all makes sense. You donā€™t know why you didnā€™t think of that sooner. Of course he was being extra clingy ā€“ you had just come back from a conference. He didnā€™t have easy access to you for the last week. You were barely able to text him back in a timely manner thanks to the packed schedule. You pity him a little, gently pushing his head back so you could see his puffed-up cheeks from pouting.
ā€œDo you hate cats because you donā€™t want them to compete with you?ā€ you tease, gently poking his cheek. ā€œBecause Iā€™m pretty inclined to think of you as a kitty when you get like this.ā€
Your drastic change in subject works. He immediately turns red, hiding his face again but this time he doesnā€™t look like heā€™ll be showing himself any time soon. You donā€™t mind though ā€“ his ears are bright red as a sign of his embarrassment as he says something else that you canā€™t quite hear.
You bend down a little, gently pressing a soft kiss to his ear. You donā€™t mind the way the metal cuff of his earring pushes against the plush of your lips ā€“ itā€™s much more agreeable than having it get caught in your clothes as it has a time or two. He stiffens under your touch, acting as though youā€™d never kissed him before. Your hand goes to rest on his shoulder, smiling softly at the man melting under your touch.
ā€œIā€™m sorry my beloved,ā€ you say only for him to hear.
ā€œI know you missed me. I should have been more considerate, yeah? Shouldnā€™t have made my pretty boy wait for me so long.ā€
He shoots straight up, looking offended as you cackle at him. His hands are stiff and twitch as though they want to reach up to cover his face or smack you ā€“ he just hasnā€™t decided yet. Heā€™s a brilliant red made even more vibrant with the colours of the setting sun dying his form. Heā€™s beautiful like this and for a second you understand why heā€™s so obsessed with capturing your likeness on canvas.
ā€œDonā€™t you dare do that ever again,ā€ he manages to sputter after a minute, mouth opening and closing like a fish on land.
Well, you suppose thatā€™s what he is.
ā€œI just took a page out of your book!ā€ you say innocently, knowing that your intentions are anything but.
ā€œYou do stuff like that to me all the time! I think Iā€™m allowed to get back at you at least once!ā€
ā€œYouā€™re messed up. Cruel even,ā€ he shudders, shaking his head as though a breeze just passed through the room. You roll your eyes, getting up and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
ā€œIā€™m going to make us something for dinner. You just sit there and sulk and come eat with me once youā€™ve mustered up the strength, alright?ā€
ā€œFine. Iā€™ll languish on this couch as you deprive me of your presence, make me suffer from loneliness ā€“ a fitting death for someone like me!ā€ he complains as you laugh, heading over to the kitchen.
If youā€™d turned to look at him youā€™d see just how in love he is with you, the absolute adoration on his face as he lays on his stomach to watch you leave. He thanks the universe or whatever else it is that let him have these quiet moments with you, closing his eyes as he allows himself to bathe in the warmth of your love for as long as he is allowed to.
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6sixx6sexual6 Ā· 5 months ago
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Can u do nikki x fem reader angst please im dying for some angst rn PLEASE
SORRY IVE BEEN SLACKING ON REQUESTS AND THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANGST REALLY AND I WAS ALSO HIGH SO IT PROBABLY SUCKS.
word count: 1,301
warnings: drugs, alcohol, thats kinda it, mentions of sex once.
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Nikki was starting to realize he was an addict. He didn't wanna spend 5,000 dollars a day on drugs. He didn't wanna shoot up every 30 minutes and nod off. he even missed his grandmas funeral because he chose to get high. A while back he and his girlfriend of well over a couple of years (not counting the numerous breakups) argued, she doesn't come around to their house as much, and Nikki hadn't talked to Vince, Tommy, or Mick in weeks and Nikki felt like he had nobody. he had another ā€œgirlfriendā€ who was just his drug buddy and used the excuse of being together just to shoot up. they didn't even have sex at all.
Nikki and the chick were on the couch. Nikki was either passed out or bearly awake. there were needles and spoons around them, Nikki still had the blue band around his arm as he was laid out on the couch.
you stumbled in the house for the first time in maybe 2 weeks. the house was still a mess from all the parties thrown but that was weeks ago. you went to find him and saw him in the living room with that girl and they both looked awful, you almost didn't know it was Nikki. you leaned against the archway with a bottle of liquor in your hand. "I'm going to Vegas." you told him. why? because you felt like going
Nikki could vaguely hear a familiar voice through the fog in his brain. He attempted to sit up against the arm of the couch, his eyes slowly opening as much as they could.
ā€œWhat..?ā€ he mumbled, his eyes glancing over at you as he slowly registered your presence. he couldnā€™t remember the last time he saw you.
"I'm going to Vegas." you repeated. Nikki looked awful. if you had seen him like this a couple of years ago you would've taken care of him making sure he was good as new. but you've done that for years and Nikki took it for granted. you got tired of taking care of him so you stopped when he needed it most.
Nikki watched you, his eyes barely open. he tried to gather his thoughts to say something to you, but his brain wasnā€™t working fast enough. a couple of years ago, if you had said the same thing he wouldā€™ve jumped up and asked why, worried that something was wrong. this time he just stayed where he was on the couch, watching you and slurring his words. ā€œFor how long..?ā€ he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
"I dunno." you answered. "til I feel like coming back." you said and took a swing from your bottle. not your first bottle of the night.
He tried to process what you said, but his mind felt muddled. He couldnā€™t remember the last time you had been around months ago. The last time he had seen you, you guys had ended up in a big fight.
ā€œDonā€™t..youā€¦ā€ he trailed off, not even knowing what he was about to say. he ran a hand along his face again, trying to brush away the fog. ā€œYouā€™re ditching meā€¦ā€ he muttered.
"I'll be back." you mumbled and closed your eyes as you messed with your hair "You'll be fine.. m' not your mommy." you mumbled again little just from being drunk.
That made him scoff quietly, and he opened his eyes a little wider at that. He wouldā€™ve argued with you if his mind was clear. he wouldā€™ve said things like ā€œI never said you were.ā€ or ā€œI donā€™t need you to be.ā€ he wouldā€™ve said those things and fought with you like usual. But not right now. he was too out of it. ā€œWhat if I want you to be..?ā€ he mumbled into his hand.
you opened your eyes and looked at him for a few seconds. "then you're a few months too late." you said quietly. not softly, but quieter. it wasn't like him to ask something like that and it wasn't like you to answer like that, but we're changing and drifting apart. the whole band was. Tommy was married to Heather, no one spoke to Vince in prison, so he didn't speak to them, and no one ever knew where Mick was.
He frowned at your words and slowly sat up all the way, his eyes looking over at you. He hated hearing that from you, but he couldnā€™t bring himself to argue right now. not when he really wanted to. ā€œA couple months too late..ā€ he thought to himself. Had things really gotten this bad?
he looked down at his arms, the needle marks and old track marks were on full display. he then glanced back up at you. ā€œI miss you..ā€ he muttered.
you hum and looked at the ground while you were against the archway. you missed him too. a lot. but you've tried and tried for years taking care of him, loving him through everything, and he didn't do anything. you got sick of the one-way treatment. "yeah." you answered quietly.
He sighed and shut his eyes again, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him like it did every time he thought of you. he knew he hadnā€™t treated you like you deserved. not always. how many times had he gotten so high and said hurtful things that he didnā€™t mean? how many times had he gotten drunk and ignored you in favor of a party? He couldnā€™t even count on two hands the amount of times he caused you to cry. ā€œIā€™m sorry..ā€ he mumbled.
you felt a pang of guilt in your chest but you didn't say anything. you looked down at the bottle of liquor in your hand. what were you supposed to say? he knows you've forgiven him each time so what's this time gonna mean? "I have to pack." you told him.
Nikki stared at you, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him. he couldnā€™t blame you for leaving and had a feeling that you werenā€™t gonna come back. he had pushed you away so many times that he couldnā€™t expect you to come back.
he was silent for a few moments, not knowing what to say. a part of him wanted to ask you not to go, to beg you to stay and not leave him. but he didnā€™t say anything. he wasnā€™t in the right state of mind to.
when he didn't say anything you started walking to the stairs, your heeled boots clicked against the tile but were muted to a thud when you walked on the carpet stairs as his eyes followed you. He watched you disappear and head upstairs to your shared room, feeling an empty sort of pain in his chest. he stared down at his hands before he looked over at the girl sitting next to him. She just sat there in a daze, completely lost in a high. He wanted to get up and go up and stop you, to beg you to stay. his mouth opened like he was going to speak, but he didnā€™t say anything.
you went to your room that he was sharing with his drug buddy, the room was littered with needles and all kinds of things. it was a mess. you went into the closet, got a suitcase and threw whatever you had left in the closet in the suitcase and what his girlfriend hadn't taken. you took the suitcase downstairs.
you walked with the suitcase trailing behind you. and you looked back at the living room to tell Nikki goodbye, but when you looked at him he was already passed out with a needle in his arm. you looked at him for a couple more seconds before walking to the front door and leaving.
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raihann1 Ā· 2 months ago
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NOTESBOOK DRABBLES: EYELESS JACK
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MONDAY:
I've been trying to get my roomate to get out of his damn room, all he does is just sit his ass down and do work? He refuses to go outside its fucking annoying. Like am not even sure if he takes showers, crazy right?
Currently, Jack is in his room writing away probably in dreams of being some super successful doctor. Im not jealous of course. Im happy for him but he needs to get out of his room before he dies of sufocation! Like how embarassing would it be for dying in your room for studying so much?!
Am closing my entry for today, cya.
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"Yo, Jack?" You said while opening his door gently.
"Hm?" He simply replied as he typed something on his computer and stared at his notes for comformation.
"Do you want to go to the park?" You asked leaning agianst his door (and slipping)
"Sorry, Got work to do." He said offering you a small smile and going back to his studies.
"Cmon! You don't want to be lonely your whole life right?!" You said waving your hands around.
"Of course not," Jack said his focus on his paper.
"Why don't we go make you some friends then, look Im not forcing kist worried okay?" You said approaching him and gawking at his neat writing.
"Hm.. I guess?" Jack said standing up and closing his notebook and laptop.
Wait. Wait. you did it!
"Alright get ready, I'll wait for you," you said closing his door and sighing in relief
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TUESDAY:
Alright! So Jack and I were at the park and he started talking to this girl. She seems really neat! Im pretty sure he might have a crush on her? Or am just blind I guess? I don't know. Anyway! I got her number and she's intrested in getting Jacks number as well.
Finally, that boys been lonely for god knowd how long.
Got to cut it short, got a text from her.
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(F/N = friend name)
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F/N
2:13 tuesday Heyy!! Y/N right?
2:14 tuesday
Yup.
2:15 tuesday
I really enjoyed Jacks company, do you think you could set us up? As friends of course.
2:17 tuesday
Uh, hell yeah? Go easy on him, he's pretty much a nerd. Uh where to?
2:20 tuesday
Sorry late response, maybe the cafe?
2:21 tuesday
Gotcha
2:21 tuesday
Thxx
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MONDAY:
Sorry for abandoning this, Ive been busy helping Jack. He's been trying to impress F/N if I have to he honest she doesn't seem intrested. I don't want to be that person but she always ghosts him while she textes me almost everyday. God dammit I think she likes me. I feel really bad.. I don't want to break his heart. Maybe am wrong.. speaking of F/N just got a text
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silverofthunder Ā· 3 months ago
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ā˜† confessions ā˜†
Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader
summary: As soon as you closed your eyes, finally letting sleep take over you, you heard the words that you, deep down, had been dying to hear.
content: 2.6k words, mystery (kind of), drama, fantasy, romance, friendship, mild hurt/comfort, injury mention
ā™”ā™” part 1 ā™”ā™” part 2 ā™”ā™” part 3 ā™”ā™” part 4 ā™”ā™” part 5 ā™”ā™” part 6 ā™”ā™” part 7 ā™”ā™” part 8 ā™”ā™” part 9 ā™”ā™” part 10 ā™”ā™”
Sorry, this is published so late but life got busy. I haven't forgotten this story, I promise! This part has been written about a month ago, this has just been in my fic file and waited for the moment to be published. So, here this is, hope you enjoy (and hope there are still some who even read this story). :)
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You were lying against Copia, naked as the day you were born, on the luxurious bed, slowly drawing patterns on his chest. Your skin was still sweaty as you basked in the afterglow, in the silence that had a shadowy edge now. There was so many questions, words to say but now idea how to ask or say them. All you could do now was to try to enjoy this moment ā€“ Copia was there, beside you, gaze directed at the ceiling.
He was worried, though he tried to hide it. But you could know it from the way he was holding you tighter, how he hadnā€™t refused to feed off from you when your bodies had been locked into the throes of passion just some moments ago. He had taken as much as you were able to give ā€“ hence you felt now a bit lightheaded but it was nothing a little food and drink couldnā€™t fix.
Everything had felt different as the upcoming fight was looming upon you. You had taken your time to feel each otherā€™s bodies, wanting to memorize every single little details on your skins. You didnā€™t want to forget any of this ā€“ not that you ever would if something bad were to happen. It had been close, that those certain words had passed from your lips. But you had sealed Copiaā€™s lips just in time, swallowed those words down before they were released into the delicate air.
You both knew how you felt. Those words needed another moment to see the light. You didnā€™t want it to happen like this, when there was some uncertainty around you. You didnā€™t want this to be ā€™letā€™s say it before itā€™s too lateā€™ moment because it wasnā€™t going to be one.
Copiaā€™s lips connected with your forehead and you hummed quietly.
ā€So sorry you have to go through this,ā€ he mumbled, and you shifted so that you could tilt your head to look at him. He looked sad, the sight making your heart sink in your chest. You moved to place a light kiss right on the corner of his mouth.
ā€Itā€™s alright,ā€ you whispered against his skin. ā€We never know when the past comes to haunt us.ā€
ā€Still I should have told you about it more,ā€ Copia said, and you shook your head, this time claiming his lips in a kiss.
ā€Hush now,ā€ you said, offering a small smile to him and moving your hand to gently tap his lips. The look in Copiaā€™s eyes softened as he cupped your face, sliding his thumb across your cheek. You leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering as you breathed slowly in and out.
ā€You know that I will be stuck with you forever?ā€ It was meant to lighten the mood a little and by the way Copiaā€™s lips turned into a grin told you it had worked.
ā€Still forever?ā€ He smirked, obviously teasing you and you smacked his chest with your hand.
ā€I havenā€™t changed my mind,ā€ you stated. ā€To be honest, I want to turn soon.ā€
Copiaā€™s face fell serious, the hint of worry reaching his eyes as he studied your face. You poked him in the nose.
ā€Donā€™t mope. I know youā€™re waiting for that moment, too.ā€
A smile passed Copiaā€™s lips, white fangs flashing as his hand slid to the side of your neck where the bite marks were.
ā€Then youā€™ll be all mine,ā€ he spoke, the sound of his voice sweet like a purr, making you shiver.
You smirked. ā€Iā€™ve always been yours.ā€
Copia let out a sound that was a mix of a hum and a growl and then pulled you into a kiss. Then he flipped you around fast, pinning you against the mattress, his lips moving to your neck. He inhaled deep before you felt something wet on your skin ā€“ his tongue running over the bite marks and you gasped. You could sense Copia wanted to sink his fangs again into you, drink your blood, but he knew he couldnā€™t do it, yet.
ā€I love your scent,ā€ Copia purred close to your ear, pressing a light kiss righ under the earlobe and your hands squeezed his sides hard as you chuckled.
ā€Seems like itā€™s like a drug to you.ā€
ā€Better than any drug,ā€ Copia said, his voice having now a darker edge. ā€I could never get enough of this.ā€ Another swipe of tongue and a gentle nip right after made you groan.
Then a thought came into your head.
ā€Will it change after Iā€™ve turned? My scent?ā€
ā€SĆ­, a little,ā€ Copia spoke against your sensitive skin. ā€But itā€™s still going to be you.ā€
ā€And you still can drink it, then?ā€
ā€Yes, as well as you mine.ā€
That thought was thrilling, the image in your head so vivid. The red liquid on your lips, the imaginary taste hitting your tongue before you would swallow it down.
ā€But I have to drink it so that I can turn? How will it taste?ā€
You could feel Copia smiling, hear it in his voice.
ā€Youā€™ll find it out soon.ā€
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The brothers had gone to deal with Sister Imperator and you and Olivia were left at the mansion to wait. It had been several hours and the longer you had to wait, the harder it got. Olivia wasnā€™t dealing with the wait any better as she was sitting on the couch, biting her nails while you were pacing back and forth near her. The sound of the clock seemed to ring in your ears and you barely could think anything sensible. A part of you wanted to scream and another part just hoped this all was just a bad dream.
You squeezed your hands into fists, trying to focus on your breathing to calm yourself. It didnā€™t help much but was better than nothing. Olivia ran her hands through her hair before grabbing the nearest couch pillow and hugging it tight.
ā€Is this always like this?ā€ she asked, making you jump a bit and stop in your tracks. Your gaze met hers and you shook your head.
ā€No, this is the first time something like this happens,ā€ you answered and Olivia let out a long sigh.
ā€This is crazy,ā€ she stated, eyes wide. ā€Iā€™m scared and worried andā€¦ I donā€™t even know. This all has been a lot, you know.ā€
You nodded, understanding how overwhelmed she must have felt. She was dragged into all this so quickly she had had no time to let this all sunk in properly.
ā€But youā€™re still here,ā€ you said, offering her a reassuring smile. ā€That tells something.ā€
ā€Yeah, it tells that Iā€™m crazy,ā€ she said, a hint of a smile rising to her lips. ā€But heā€¦ā€ she trailed off, lowering her gaze and you could have sworn that there was pink coloring her cheeks. Your smile widened.
ā€So, how are things between you and Terzo?ā€ You couldnā€™t help but tease her a bit. She hadnā€™t shared much about what was going on but considering the situation, you werenā€™t surprised why. Olivia looked back at you, the blush now evident on her cheeks.
ā€I really like him,ā€ she admitted. ā€And I think he likes me. As weird as this might sound, I actually feel safe around him.ā€
Something in your chest moved. Happiness. Joy.
ā€I know exactly what you mean,ā€ you said, smiling and Oliviaā€™s eyes lit up. She was happy that someone understood how she felt.
ā€Stupid vampires and their charm,ā€ she huffed good-naturedly and you chuckled.
ā€They certainly are charming and know how to win people on their side.ā€ You walked to the couch and finally sat down beside Olivia. ā€But behind all that vampire glamour there is so much more.ā€
Oliviaā€™s eyes settled on you again and she gave a small nod, though now her smile faded.
ā€Has something bad happened to you while youā€™ve been with Copia?ā€
You werenā€™t certain what Olivia thought as a bad thing but you had a few little stories to share that werenā€™t so nice.
ā€Yes, a few times. Some months ago when I had finished my evening shift I decided to take a shortcut to home,ā€ you started, the memories of the evening returning to your mind. ā€It wasnā€™t a good idea. Some vampire got to me and if Terzo hadnā€™t come in time, something bad might have happened.ā€
ā€Terzo saved you?ā€
ā€Yeah, he probably had been somewhere near and caught my scent. Then he took me to Hunterā€™s Moon as I was so tired and it was closer than my home.ā€
Olivia looked impressed and you guessed what you just told raised Terzoā€™s points in her eyes. For a moment she looked like she wanted to say or ask something more related to that matter but decided then otherwise.
ā€And what is the other not-so-nice thing?ā€
You sighed, lowering your gaze and started to pick on the hem of your shirt.
ā€Copia bit me,ā€ you said quietly. ā€He lost control for a moment.ā€
ā€He what?!ā€ Oliviaā€™s voice was higher now, the shock evident in it.
ā€Copia bit me,ā€ you repeated, now moving your gaze back up to Olivia. ā€It was bound to happen anyway, and we have settled it out. Itā€™s been months since it happened.ā€
ā€And you still trust him?ā€
ā€Yes, I do. He regretted it instantly. So much that he didnā€™t see me for a while and he was starving himself,ā€ you said, pausing for a short moment before you told Olivia the rest. A vast range of emotions went through her eyes as she listened to you.
ā€Oh fuck,ā€ she commented soon. ā€And I thought I was the crazy one.ā€
You couldnā€™t help but laugh at that and soon Olivia joined in, then ā€“ completely out of blue ā€“ smacking you with the pillow. It only made you laugh harder and try to grab the pillow to yourself but of course you failed. In the end Olivia threw it to the nearest armchair, grinning at you and you just grabbed her instead, pulling her into a hug.
ā€Enough about me,ā€ you said. ā€Now tell me more about you and Terzo. Have you kissed already or have you ā€“ oi!ā€ your question got interrupted as Oliviaā€™s pinched your side.
ā€Whoā€™s nosy now?ā€ she shot back as she tried to wiggle out of your hold. You loosened your arms around her so that she was able to make eye-contact. The deep red on her cheeks and the grin she had told you enough and you smirked.
ā€Oh, shut up,ā€ Olivia said, letting her head fall on your shoulder.
You laughed. ā€I didnā€™t say anything.ā€
ā€But I know what you were thinking,ā€ she stated, poking your side.
ā€So, youā€™re really in it now?ā€ you asked and Olivia mumbled something you couldnā€™t fully hear. Gently you placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her further.
ā€I think I am,ā€ she admitted with a small, soft smile. ā€Though Iā€™m still scared of so many things.ā€
ā€This situation definitely isnā€™t making things easier,ā€ you said, lightly squeezing Oliviaā€™s shoulder. ā€But Iā€™m happy you are having an open mind and willing to give Terzo a chance.ā€
ā€Yeah, he really seems to be different than those previous assholes Iā€™ve been with.ā€
You hummed in agreement. ā€So itā€™s possible that he might be your knight in a shining armor?ā€
Olivia made a face at that, giving you a light shove. Smiling you just pulled her again into a hug and this time Olivia let out a long, content sigh, resting her head against your chest.
ā€Possibly,ā€ she spoke quietly. ā€But I donā€™t want to go ahead of things yet. In time weā€™ll see what happens.ā€
That was understandable. Not wanting to think too far. Especially now. Relationships werenā€™t that simple, not even though they might have felt like it.
ā€Iā€™m rooting for you and Terzo, and I really hope it works out between you.ā€
You could hear the smile when Olivia replied. ā€I know.ā€
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It was nearly a dawn when the brothers finally returned to the mantion. You and Olivia had stirred awake from your slumber on the couch and rushed straight to them. They all looked tired but unharmed, at least mostly. Blood stains marred their clothes and skin and there were some tears on their clothes, as well.
You craddled Copiaā€™s face, releaf washing over you as you leaned in to kiss him, tasting someone elses blood on his lips. They must have gotten a little snack before coming back.
ā€Is it over now?ā€ you asked after and Copia nodded and then you heard a grunt from behind him. You peeked past Copia to see Secondo trying to shake off his shirt, pain visible on his face. Primo helped to tuck the sleeve off and when the shirt finally fell off from Secondo, your eyes landed on the big wound on his shoulder. It looked nasty, red mixing with something black and you were quick to run to take a closer look at it.
You lifted your hand, reaching towards the wound but there was a hiss and a hand grabbing your wrist. You met Secondoā€™s hard gaze as he pushed your hand away.
ā€Iā€™ll live,ā€ he said and you furrowed your brows.
ā€What happened?ā€ You werenā€™t sure if asking more questions was now a right thing to do but you wanted to know. With sigh, Secondo let go of your wrist, his gaze softening.
ā€Got stabbed,ā€ he replied flatly. ā€There was some poison on the blade. It will heal but more slower.ā€
You nodded, eyes flickering to the wound, a small smile passing your lips. ā€If you say so, grumpy old man.ā€
That caused tired chuckles to echo in the room and even Secondo flashed something that resembled a smile to you. With one last glance at him, you returned to Copia who slid his other arm instantly protectively around you, pulling you flush against him.
ā€Heā€™s going to be fine,ā€ Copia said, placing a kiss on your temple.
Your gaze went to Olivia and Terzo who seemed now to be on their own bubble, faces close to one another. Olivia was clealy crying and Terzo was wiping the tears away while whispering some soft words, presumably in Italian. Then you took a look at Primo who was still standing beside Secondo, eyeing his brother with worry and relief.
ā€Are you alright?ā€ Copia asked, setting his hand under your chin and making you look at him. You offered him a smile, however a bit tired one.
ā€Yes, now that youā€™re all here.ā€
You were glad that they all had come back, just as they had promised. But you couldnā€™t push the vast exhaustion aside ā€“ it felt like it had settled deep into your bones and you were sure that you could sleep for a week straight. A big yawn stretched your mouth soon, and you tried to hide it with your hand but of course it didnā€™t go unnoticed by Copia.
ā€We should get some rest,ā€ he spoke against your temple and you mumbled an agreement. ā€Though I need a shower first.ā€
You wanted to reply to that with something sensible but your eyes were now heavy and you had to fight to keep them open and if Copia wasnā€™t holding you, you might have fell to the floor and slept right there. However, luxurious bed would be a million times better than the cold hardwood floor. Your mind barely registered the words Copia was speaking and then you were picked up and carried to your and Copiaā€™s room.
By the time your back hit the bed, you were already half-asleep. You felt Copia caressing your face, placing a light kiss on your lips, and your heart fluttered happily as you tried to open your eyes. You succeeded to keep them open long enough to see the loving look in Copiaā€™s eyes. And as soon as you closed your eyes, finally letting sleep take over you, you heard the words that you, deep down, had been dying to hear.
ā€I love you.ā€
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habitsbf Ā· 12 days ago
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hi hello throws my habit possession headcanons at you:
when he possesses someone, if he's in their body for too long (around a year-ish straight) the vessel begins to decompose within itself, and habit grows weaker. the vessel now depends on habit controlling him to live, but the original person is pretty much a zombie.
the physical signs of this happening are the vessel becomes very weak and fragile, the skin becoming flaky in some areas and having a dull, purple hue to it, bloodshot eyes and looking exhausted all the time
ERM!! i was thinking abt this the other day and wanted 2 share. i think you'd like em maybe
HIHI HELLO THERE :D while i do find these headcanons cool, like i do genuinely dig the concept of them, i have my own takes on them i want to share ā˜ļøšŸ¤“
PERSONALLY, i think it works a little differently. i dont necessarily believe the body decomposes while hes in use of it unless its for a REALLY long time and his vessel passes on from natural causes, even then that would be rare since he forces his vessels to stay alive. either that or he simply inhabits a corpse, WHICH HE CAN CANONICALLY DO AND HAS DONE IN THE PRINCETON TAPES. HABIT himself does not weaken, just because his vessel is dying or dead, that does not have any effect on him. he can still take full control and be fine unlike patrick from MLAndersen0. HABIT is a pretty overpowered character.
THOOOUGH, HABIT DOES CAUSE PHYSICAL THINGS TO HAPPEN TO HIS VESSELS. for example, near the end of EverymanHYBRID in "The day the world ended" you can see that evans body now has dark, purpleish eyebags under his eyes. im assuming this is because evans body is tired and weak, but HABIT himself isnt weak and feels fine (the looking exhausted bit you mentioned was definitely accurate and canon). HABIT can cause waaay more physical things to happen though. in the tapes, vinny states every time he sees dr peters, the corpse HABIT is currently inhabiting, it looks less human. HABIT was also able to claw/cut the fuck out of vinny at one point, so i believe that vessel was genuinely MOLDING to him and aspects of his true form were starting to peek out. SO I MEAN TECHNICALLY, what you described could definitely happen! especially if hes inhabiting a dead/dying person who he isnt forcing to keep living for his sake.
SORRY THIS REPLY WAS SO LATE </33 IVE BEEN A BIT DISTRACTED WITH THINGS OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR BUT IM BACK NOW šŸ‡
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bellaxgiornata Ā· 10 months ago
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WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO UPDATE FFTD AGAIN IVE BEEN DYING SINCE NOVEMBER šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ i have a serious emotional attachment to that fic now n idk whatā€™s gonna happen when itā€™s finished šŸ˜“šŸ˜“
OMFG HAS IT REALLY BEEN SINCE NOVEMBER??? I'M SO SORRY!
I knew it had been awhile but time has been...nonexistent to me over here for the past few months. I'm lucky if I remember the day of the week lately šŸ˜…šŸ˜…
You'll be happy to hear it is the fic I'm currently working on right now because it's flowing out of me. I'm probably about halfway through getting a rough draft written, but I'll probably be editing and updating Break the Tension before I share FFTDs next update once I get it written--assuming my brain doesn't just crap out on me before I can finish writing it. I've been on a roll this week with writing and have almost 3 drafts written alone this week now, though. So that's hopefully a good sign!
But I do hope you're all ready for this Second Angst Arc foreshadowing you're about to all be punched in the gut with in this next installment...
I love hearing that y'all still love this series so much, you have no idea ā¤ā¤šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ If it makes you feel better, I too have a serious emotional attachment to FFTD, so I don't plan to end it anytime soon! It is my favorite Matt fic (and honestly favorite fic in general) that I have. And tomorrow is actually the series' first birthday šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
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quodekash Ā· 1 year ago
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its been an hour and a half and I am precisely 17 minutes through the episode. this is gonna be a long night
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SO-
SO WHY-
SO WHY DIDNT YOU-
WHY THE HELL DID YOU NEVER FREAKING TALK TO YOUR SON ABOUT SOCCER BITCH????
HE'S CLEARLY INTERESTED IN IT TOO
maybe you could've talked to him about it when he was asking you about fifa
you recognised the game, and he said "do you know this game?" and instead of telling him what you know about the game, or how you used to play it, or engaging in some kind of conversation, you say "Ive seen a lot of young people playing it during my campaign" because all you seem to care about is politics and the campaign, and teenagers as a whole generic concept rather than as individuals, and you dont seem to think of your SON as an individual
and I get that parenting is mistakes over and over again and its a learning experience for everyone involved, but I feel like after 18 years maybe you should have a hang on like. holding a positive conversation with your son for over 90 seconds?
WHY THE HELL DID HE NEVER TALK TO HIS SON ABOUT SOCCER, THATS ALL I WANT TO KNOW
SURELY HE SAW SAILOM AND KANG TRAINING VIGOROUSLY FOR KANG TO TRY OUT FOR THE TEAM
HE COULDVE JUST GONE OUT THERE AND SAID "hey I used to play a lot, can I help give some pointers?" AND HE COULDVE PLAYED SOCCER WITH YOUR SON AND HAD A GOOD POSITIVE BONDING EXPERIENCE WITH HIM
BUT NO, INSTEAD HE DECIDES TO PAY TO GET KANG ON THE TEAM
and I get that he had good intentions, he saw that kang wanted to be on the team so he wanted to ensure that kang got what he wanted. but it would've been better to actually show an interest in his sons interests rather than keeping it on the sidelines, to let his son work for a reward rather than just giving it to him without having achieved anything.
sorry I need to shut up about this man but I have so many thoughts and he could be doing so much better but he just isn't
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yes
yes
thank you sailom, thank you
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yeah, that about sums it up
good job
you got there
finally
but even though its been so long of you neglecting him, it's not too late to try to slowly fix those broken bonds
if you both work together, you can work this out
(ah crap now ive got the song from high school musical 2 stuck in my head)
(what is it with this series and making me think of high school musical)
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BRO JUST DID THE SPLITS
THATS IMPRESSIVE
are you okay my guy?
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ahhhh
okay
so the root of the issue: terrible communication
juST TALK TO YOUR SON-
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how very heartliming of them
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noooooo the angst is already here
they had the scene PERFECTLY set up for a tender guynawa moment, and yet they dove right into the angst
guy was injured and in the nurse's office thing
when guy got injured, nawa looked so worried about him
there was a perfect opportunity for nawa to go visit him and tease him lovingly and for them to have a thuakan moment in the sickbay
but no, of course its episode 10 and of course they're following the msp formula where they develop the side couple an insane amount in episode 9 and then come episode 10 and its focused on one of the main character's and their parent
which like is fair, both this plotline and the msp episode 10 plotline are very important but like come on man I just want my side couple content
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oh
oh crap that is bad
but he'll be fine
right?
he'll be okay
he's still alive right?
he's just unconscious
the ambos are there, they'll patch him up and he'll be okay
please
kang and kong need to repair their relationship, and it's not too late for that
right?
surely
crap im scared
they didnt kill gim in msp, I have to trust that they wont kill kong
istg if they make both the main characters orphans--
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ha fun.
this is so fun.
I am highly amused in this present moment.
how wonderful it would be to see your boyfriend's father potentially dying, and then moments later to see your brother being restrained and taken out of the house, clearly being arrested for that exact crime.
just such a... joyous experience.
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HOLY CRAP THE EPISODE STARTED AIRING TWO HOURS AND TEN MINUTES AGO AND IM ONLY JUST NOW ON 2/4, I HAVE A PROBLEM
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SEE??? HE'S FINE, ITS FINE, I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE FINE
ALL OF YOU WERE SO SO WORRIED BUT I WAS COMPLETELY CALM AND COLLECTED
HOY FRICK NOODLES COVERED IN GRAVY AND DOING THE NUTBUSH IM SO RELIEVED
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CRAPPP
WHAT THE HELL??
it was an accident right?
or was he trying to keep name out of trouble
FRICK NOW THIS IS MAKING ME THINK OF FREAKING JUSTINE FROM SHAKE AND STIR PRODUCTION OF FRANKENSTEIN THAT I SAW AT QPAC THE OTHER DAY (which, by the way: so freaking good. if anyone happens to be in Brisbane for whatever reason (im not sure why any of you would, I have precisely two aussie bl mutuals, and one of them lives in Melbourne and the other is my irl friend who I watched it with) and you have a spare 50 bucks lying around (anyone under 30 can get a youth ticket for 49 bucks I believe, which is like insanely cheap for such a high quality production), GO SEE IT, THIS IS AN ORDER)
oh I got distracted
anyway AAAAAAA SAIFAH'S GOING TO JAIL FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK
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...great. wonderful. so good.
I get it, kang's feeling a lot right now, which is fair because his father got shot for goodness sake, and his father might die, and he's already lost his mother, so he needs someone to blame, and saifah confessed to it, so why wouldn't he be angry at saifah?
but the problem comes in with associating saifah with sailom because they're brothers. he has every right to be angry with saifah (although I still believe saifah didn't actually shoot him), but sailom didn't touch that gun.
and now sailom's gonna have to go back to escorting, because if kang has kicked him out then he needs some way to find money, and that's when that scene from the trailers is going to happen
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well now I feel like crap
is it time for a playful guynawa scene to lighten the mood? please tell me its time for a playful guynawa scene to lighten the mood
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what
hey
hang on
wait a second
you told him to do it, didn't you??
you asked for his help for a few things
is he just acting surprised? why does he have to say that? he doesnt have to say anything at all he could just be like "well this sucks" and not like condemn him or whatever, I still dont think saifah actually did anything wrong
maybe he was manipulated as well?
maybe the guy, his boss, snuck in and he was the one who shot him, and name didnt know that guy was there so in his mind it must've been saifah?
or maybe hes testing ging to see what she actually thinks on the situation
I have literally no clue right now im so confused
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GUY
HES IN HOSPTIAL
HE JUST HAD SURGERY
SO
SO
IS NAWA GONNA SHOW UP?
WILL HE HAVE A GIFT BASKET OR SOMETHING?
PLEASE I JUST NEED SOME HAPPINESS
AND I NEED GUYNAWA
PLEASE GUYS
MAYBE ALL THE FRIENDS SHOW UP
AUTO AND MAX AND NAWA
AND THEN AUTO AND MAX EXCHANGE A LOOK AND LEAVE NAWA ALONE WITH HIM
PLS I NEED IT
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AWWWWWWWW
GOU4ERHSGPI4ERBNDPGIV
I LOVE ALL OF THESE POEPLE SO MUCH
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OH????
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YES
YES YE SYE SY EYS EY EY EYSH OM SO EXCITEF OMG
AND THEY WERE THE ENTIRETY OF THE PREVIEW FOR 3/4
ARE WE GONNA GET A WHOLE TEN MINUTES OF JUST GUYNAWA????? PLEASEEEEE
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OMG
I WAS KIDDING ABOUT THE GIFT BASKET THING
BUT I WAS RIGHT ABOTU THE GIFT BASKET
THIS IS AMAZING
HES SO IN LOVE WITH HIM, HE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL ALONE TO GIVE A GIFT BASKET TO A GUY HE SUPPOSEDLY HATES BUT WHOM HE HAS HOMOEROTIC TENSION WITH
AAAAAAAAOUGHROJBD
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I CANT BELIEVE I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE GIFT BASKET THIS IS FREAKING ADORABLE
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BRO WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE THIS LATE
and he doesnt have the gift basket anymore
has he already gone to visit guy and he's just come back
and we fully just missed an entire scene
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guy only seems surprised that he's here outside of visiting hours
so they've already seen each other??? there was a whole scene of nawa giving guy the basket, and of them being queer as hell, and we didnt get to see it??????
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TO THE ROOFTOP?
HONEY THIS IS A DATE
YOU'RE TAKING HIM ON ANOTHER DATE WITHOUT TELLING HIM ITS A DATE
JUST FREAKING MAKE OUT AREADY
also: the rooftop???? thats an inherently patpran thing. and patpran = soundwin. soooo... this is more evidence that guynawa are a different brand of soundwin
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EVERYONE'S SO KIND TO HIM IM GONNA CRY
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oh, honey...
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ITS A DATE
ITS A FRIKIN DATE
THIS IS A FRIKIN DATE
HOLY FRICK
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idk, maybe itll be easier to spot if you kiss first
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2 hours of them just sitting there in silence?? when they couldve been kissing or holding hands or something?
NOOO I RAN OUT OF IMAGES HANG ON GUYNAWA JUST GIMME A SEC
(ps I forgot to actually post this one, I accidentally saved it as a draft so its coming after the final post I made lmao)
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laikaflash Ā· 9 months ago
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im so curious, ive been dying to ask you this:
which soulcalibur ships interest you the most? for the canon ones (lol the few that we have), what about them speak to you? for the noncanon ones, where is the potential for them in your eyes?
Okay, this is probably going to be a bit of a mess, but I'll try to keep it concise. Not jinxing it at all. Going off the top of my head... (drum roll)
Canon
Kilik/Xianghua: It's not for nothing that I summed this one up as "complicated, but dammit if I'm not there for the emotional roller-coaster" in this ask from a while back. I don't want to harp on why the way it ended in the old timeline makes sense to me, but again, I'm a sucker for star-crossed lovers. 'Tis better to have loved than to have lost than to never love at all, and all that... Also, I get the feeling that some overlook the fact that Kilik was raised in a Buddhist monastery as something that plays into his decisions.
Li Long/Chie: The accidental tragicomedy of "My girlfriend's a ninja?!", as I like to call it. Li Long started off as a hotheaded assassin who bit off more than he could chew while deep in enemy territory, and would've bled to death if Chie hadn't found him by chance. I like to imagine them gradually bonding as she nurses him back to health... all while hiding the fact that she and her father are fugitive ninjas, of course. (I've thought about these two a lot because I've had a fic languishing in my drive since 2020. Also, Chie's muteness gives me an excuse to practice describing a range of nonverbal cues for just about anything.) Long story short (pun not not intended), he went through hell and back for her... And it all worked out. Since he ends up in the ranks of the Fu-Ma clan during the pre-SC5 timeskip, I like to think he was a good adoptive dad to Natsu. He probably left the demon stuff to Chie and Taki, though.
Not canon (but I can always dream)
Siegfried/Salia: The Schwarzwind side-missions in Libra of Soul were my fuel, especially with Salia keeping the group together long after Siegfried ran off. ("Because without us, he would have no one to return to...") I think her feelings toward Siegfried were only mentioned in supplementary material before, so I was particularly happy about this part of the "Feelings Shared" side-mission:
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Sounds like an open secret to me! (Pardon the uneven cropping.)
To me, Siegfried and Salia have the sort of dynamic that writes itself. Close friends, erstwhile partners-in-crime, leader and tactician... What was that line in Siegfried's SC4 prologue? Something about not letting anyone touch his heart?
(T_T)
To be fair, having a child born with latent Soul Edge energy would be a reasonable worry for him. That might be part of it.
Bonus: according to this relationship chart from New Legends of Projects Soul (page 118), Siegfried's mother sees Salia as "a nice girl, too good for her own son"!
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(I'm probably showing more of that section than I need to.)
And now we enter my self-indulgence zone.
I've been playing around with a (very id-driven) Mitsurugi/Taki scenario and went into crackpot mode to flesh it out. It's an AU partly because I think it would take a lot for Mitsurugi to see Taki as something more than She-who-dares-get-in-my-way... Like, oh I don't know, him jumping at the chance to do some mercenary work, even if it means getting caught up in the Fu-Ma clan's business (and Taki watching him like a hawk the entire time). A fair trade for that shard of Soul Edge he picked up long ago? This is all supposed to diverge from some point after Mitsurugi returns to Japan too late for the Battle of Sekigahara (during the pre-SC5 timeskip). For now it's a bunch of notes and scenes clogging my phone's memo app.
There's just... something about a pair of rivals growing to trust each other enough to show their vulnerable sides, I'll say that much for now. Man, that was a lot of words for what started as my brain going NOW KISS.
Sorry this took two weeks. Thanks for asking!
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yj-98 Ā· 1 year ago
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my brain is perpetually melting lately so im like not super comprehending it but i looove hearing ppl talk about what theyre into and i am just nodding along so enthusiastically when you talk about rdr2 . also take this as me asking about it as i said im nodding along
crow im sorry </3 honestly i understand 100% and i hope the brain fog lifts for you<3 but im happy its fun to hear about <3 thank you for nodding along and asking about it (in spirit) so let me lay the generic history + synopsis of both games because i have . sort of just been dropping context as i talk about two brothers and their horrible father (<3 and the good one)
anyways im about to be very autistic<3 buckle up
red dead redemption (2010) started off as a spiritual successor to a game called red dead revolver (2004) that rockstar bought after the game had been cancelled after it failed to follow thru with funding issues in 2000 (capcom. as in mega man capcom, was paying for a studio to make it, but funding dropped and and that studio closed so rockstar acquired the studio + eventually got the rights for rthe game). HOWEVER they wanted to do more w/ the concept
so john martson was born in 2010 w/ the first red dead game. youre introduced to a this former outlaw in 1911 who's family is being used for blackmail as he makes his way across a fictionalized version of the american south/west + mexico trying to track down his former friends because the US govt wants them dead. hes polite but no-nonsense and hes sarcastic sometimes and mentally unwell and also so kind. hes very funny honestly like rdr1 john my beloved. and he helps people along the way! he makes associates with all kinds of people. he deals with the people in his old gang (javier escuella and bill williamson), including his father figure dutch van der linde. hes described as his fathers greatest success and greatest downfall. hes returned to his wife and son and 'uncle' only for the US govt to raid their home, kill uncle, and it forces john to tell his wife and son to run while he makes a last stand, knowing that theyd stop at killing him. because ultimately these games are about redemption. and it almost succeeds, but his son grows up to avenge him
and its a fun game! its a wonderful story its really well done with interesting twists and turns and a HEARTBREAKING ending with this kid just. continuing that cycle. killing a government man puts a target on his head too. and rockstar couldve gone with a sort of . 1910s-1920s set sequel where you explore what the kids fate is. instead in 2018 we're given a prequel in the form of red dead redemption 2.
its 1899 and its the end of the golden age and the age of the "west" is honestly decades gone. dutch is clinging to an old life because he hates the US government, doesnt trust the law, etc. hes got a group of misfits including two men hes raised since they were preteens (arthur morgan + john marston) alongside his oldest friend (platonic life partner? sorry. theyre toxic old men* in love) hosea matthews.
(*old for 1899)
so arthur morgan is born in 2018. hes not mentioned once in rdr1 because he didnt exist! and rockstar gives themself the very hard job of making us LIKE a protagonist new to the story as a whole. and it works basically immediately. id argue its almost impossible to hate arthur when he feels so human. ive rarely like. played a game that beat for beat feels very much like reading a novel and i am. so honest when i say he feels human. they all do. but you hear his thoughts, you read his journal entries, you hear his comments to himself and his way of interacting with the world around you, let alone with other people. hes so endearing, if not a bit gruff and rough around the edges, and then he warms. especially around hosea, or in quiet moments with john or his friendship that blooms w/ a man named charles (i will not get into this.) or his kindness with sadie adler, a widow you meet in the prologue (shes sooo).
and then arthur starts dying. hes dying from the end of chapter 2. theres 6 chapters total + two epilogues w/ john. chapter 1 is essentially the prologue. youre given ONE whole chapter with arthur before It Happens. and hes declining. and you get hints. he starts coughing.
rdr2 is a story of arthur and the events that lead to rdr1 with a splintered family. you know the events of rdr1 will happen as absolutes: bill dies. javier dies. dutch dies. john and abigail (his wife) will die. jack, their son, who in rdr2 is maybe all of 5 years old, will one day kill a man. but that seems so distant
its a death march, its an avalanche, its a butterfly effect. its a car crash its a trainwreck. and youre a rubbernecker. you cant look away, you have to play his part in the play. the events that ultimately are the catalyst happen a month prior to the games opening: dutch picked up a man named micah bell, and micah is not a nice man. and he knows exactly how to play dutch like a fiddle. and dutch's ego is too big to know hes being played. they rob a ferry boat. it goes badly. people die. the pinkertons are after them all. they run into the mountains and almost die. dutch's ego is bruised and he Needs to correct it. they run into his old nemesis and they steal that guys plans to rob a train. you could say that this was the true catalyst for the events for the rest of the game but ultimately it doesnt matter. micah has his grip on dutch, and dutch just robbed one of thee wealthiest men in america, who has an ego that matches
meanwhile arthur is an attack dog, and he attacks the wrong target on orders he doesnt like. a weak man dying of tuberculosis. it infects arthur, unwittingly. arthur can quit these jobs. its doesnt matter. he will die in 6 months
rdr2 is a story of trying desperately to pump the breaks as more and more people die. its about hope and trying to save as many people as you can. its about people who fall through the cracks and who the 1% hate coming together and the reality of being used in a cult of personality. its about one man falling apart and taking 20+ people who looked to him like a shepherd, down with him. its about desperately clinging to the past as the future rockets forward. its about loyalty its about betrayal its about dying.
arthur is shown chapter after chapter as he gets weaker that his father is willing to let family die. that when dutch loses hosea in ANOTHER botched robbery he is not the same man. that he's willing to let both his sons die. and when arthur realizes his time left is short, hes desperate to make things right
arthur dies letting john escape. dutch and micah look down at him as hes dying and walk away. arthur is buried facing west. for the sun. john inherits his hat and journal. john tries to build that fateful home with abigail and jack. you spend the epilogue with him as he tries to make wrong puzzle pieces fit and shave down the parts of him that were his fathers son so that they can try to live normally. he succeeds. the epilogue lets you face micah and dutch as john and arthurs friends who survived (charles + sadie). you kill micah. he deserves it. dutch lets john live.
time does not stop. rdr1 looms ahead. you ignore this and play ranch simulator as john draws in arthurs journal and writes and scratches out words and draws hearts around his wifes name. you can find arthurs grave and sit with him.
i spent 1 month putting off arthurs death. i mourned him in real time when he died. games to CHANGE the brain chemistry
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spiteless-xo Ā· 1 year ago
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Im so sorry this ramble is so long but here u gošŸ™
The absolute terror that came over me when i saw the email notification for the new chapteršŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ok before i read im gonna put my final insights here,, ive literally been scrambling around my house procrastinating reading it bc im TERRIFIED and honestly im so sad its ending,, ive been reading since like february??? I think???Idk atp but i cannot express how much ive loved this story i wish it couldve just continued foreveršŸ„²šŸ„²
Ok my predictions are that this will not be a one way path ik tiff is evil and likes to fuck w our feelingsšŸ˜ž i think smt twisted like reader picking eren but eren not picking reader could happen BC HE REALISED HIS SELF WORTH MAYBEšŸ˜­šŸ˜­but im not intricate enough to actually use that to decide but i honestly am at a loss i have no clue,, its an honest gamble but i do think eren is endgame??? Help i have no cluešŸ˜­ but i do remember someone analysing the smells? Vanilla is more home and comfort so like a foundation? And citrus was for summer and things but i was thinking how summer is a temporary thing where people live out crazy activities for the sake of it but the whole thing abt it is that its temporary like we always have to go back HOME to our foundation aka vanilla aka eren????
Thing is ive been eren for endgame since DAYY ONEE i only almost switched up once during the arc with erens confession (idkyšŸ˜ž) but other than that ive stayed loyal LMAO idk if im just being delusional tho convincing myself I think she'll end up with eren but
ALSO my other point right
I wanna take this back to tiff bc she IS the authoršŸ˜‹ from what ive seen in her tumblr,, a lot of the reader owns resemblance to tiff?? She's mentioned a lot how the readers job is based off her irl experience in an office and some of the readers habits shes claimed to have herself i remember she was saying how people bashing the reader made her think like 'wait thats kind of me thoā€™ i remember it too vaguely to quote but ANYWAY off the basis that the reader is in some aspects (not all) a projection in some ways?? Its gonna influence,, we ALL know tiff is a strong jean girlšŸ˜­ we love that and so u'd think jean would be picked BUT in between chapters i saw a few tumblr posts abt her growing liking for eren? I wont deny that she is DEFINITELY still a jean girl but i think for some form of variation in her work bc i think as far as i know she only has one other eren story on her ao3 and so i think her growing crush ok eren may be enough to win her over for just this fic even if jean remains her favourite?? I have like ten million other theories but i need to read the chapter now i will be backšŸ˜‹šŸ˜‹ (im so scared im shitting my pants)
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Im back!! its been like 6 days since i read it but i just didnt have time to write out my reaction after bc i was so fucking immersed i lost track of time and was late to meet up w my friendsšŸ’€šŸ’€šŸ’€anyway it was such rollercoaster omdšŸ˜­ the letters from jean weā€™re honestly so cute and i think the year time skip made everything all the more realistic in her choice bc she frl needed that breakšŸ˜­ OMD AND THE WAY I WAS PANICKING when that girl came out the elevator istg i thought it was mikasa,, with all generic eren fanfics if theres ever a third party to make the reader jealous theres some unspoken rule to never use mikasa for some reason and i was dying thinking it was gonna be heršŸ˜­šŸ˜­ commonly people use historia so when even a mention of eren having a new gf came up my mind shot to historia i swear i was worrying just as much as the readeršŸ’€ anyway back to jeans letters i was honestly like getting a bit swayed that i wouldnt even be upset if reader ended up w jean and especially considering how offstandish eren was when reader went to see him at first he was like not following up on anything like he was rushing to see his stupid gf (it was arminšŸŽ‰šŸŽ‰šŸ„³) AND THE READER WAS SO CUTE FOR THAT GUNDAM (tysm tiff its such a silly headcanon that eren collects those and builds them i can see it HELP) and i think it was so cute seeing the reader and sasha as bsfs more bc i think there was long periods of time that that relationship w sasha wasnt as strongly shown so its so nice AND OMGOGMOGM LEVI????? U made the dynamic w them so well how he has that small bit of warmth telling her she can work there whenever she needs its the cutest thing ever i love it more than ever and the way levi talks abt petra UGH u made everything so endearing, and istg the reader has never been real until this chapter bc she is so right saying that a bunch of paper doesnt change him bc I KNEW AS SOON AS HE SAID HE NEVER LEFT TITAN AND BECAME BASICALLY HIS DAD that he was not gonna be endgame,, i always had the theory that titan and the kirstein status is a metaphor for the status jean has from the reader bc shes loved him for so long thinking hes someone that hes really not,, jean was painfully aware how he could make any mistake at work and have no punishment similarly to how even if he hurts the reader she will always forgive him so if he couldnt avoid reaping the benefits of his kirstein status then it means heā€™d continue to take advantage of the reader but thing is this status dissolved when she took that year away from him which is why I appreciate how realistic it all is logic wise,, Eren evidently changed and omg i wanna know abt the pictures on his wall bc when reader was first there there was mention how there were no family pictures or any sign of him really living there but when she came back there were pictures,, i was trying to figure out the meaning but i cant get my finger on itšŸ˜­ my guess is that he found more purpose in life?? Idk bc that seems so vague and farfetched i was wondering what ur intentions were with thatšŸ™†ā€ā™€ļø and i had a theory AGES AGO that piecks ā€˜bad bfā€™ before jean or smt was zeke?? Bc knowing how zeke was in that gc and stuff like that it sounded like smt was gonna link together? I just think the added details abt piecks past was left unfinished so i was also wondering abt thatšŸ˜‹ anyway ugh the ending was also so cute usually i hate when characters dance in fanfics but it was so cute and fitting for the moment like THEM AT THE POINT omg i loved it i love u thank you SO MUCH tiff for an amazing story i hope u have a good day bbā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
omg thank you for a such a lovely message šŸ„°šŸ’—šŸ„°šŸ’— iā€™ll hide my response under a cut here because itā€™s long
reading since february!! omg thatā€™s like the beginning! i think i dropped the first chapter on valentineā€™s day
ā€œtiff is evil and likes to fuck with our feelingsā€ šŸ’€šŸ’€šŸ’€ yes.
ugh the smells!!!!! that was my biggest slip up frfr šŸ™ˆ i said way too much when i responded to that ask because i was so excited someone asked!! and you guys were all right of course. eren was home and jean was just temporary (like the summer season)
lmao ok literally. i was still a hardcore jean girlie when i started writing tbaw and even after i decided it was gonna end w eren. so throughout writing tbawā€¦.. i literally fell in love w eren jaeger šŸ™ˆ and i almost fell out of love w jean!!! tbaw!jean is so awful he almost ruined jean completely for me
hehehe yes yes youā€™re 100% right w jean. heā€™s so used to taking advantage and never getting punished (w reader and titan) that he doesnā€™t really see a point in changing because tbh his life is pretty good?? but then when reader spent time away from him, her blind infatuation w him wore off and then when he tried to pull that same shit again, sheā€™s like nah bro.
ok this is probably not clear at all, but the deal w erenā€™s apartment is that in the beginning itā€™s very sanitized and show-homey because he feels distant and detached from his friends/family after the death of his mom and becoming close w zeke. heā€™s like internally ashamed of the way heā€™s acting because he knows heā€™s in the wrong so heā€™s almost punishing himself by distancing himself from everyone.
and then after a year when heā€™s changed and the pictures are on the wall, its because hes worked his way out of that hole of self loathing and is happy with the person he is now. so heā€™s able to feel more comfortable, even in the privacy of his own home, and having his mom ā€œwatch over himā€ in a sense, and cherishing his previous relationship w jean and his ongoing friendship w armin, etc etc.
yes!! pieckā€™s bad bf was zeke! i was originally going to have her have a bigger role in tbaw to show like how erenā€™s past behaviour can affect people, since she was a victim of that treatment when she dated zeke. but i scrapped it because it wouldā€™ve extended the story so much and also i didnā€™t really like writing pieck lol
so there are like lil bits and pieces about the pieck/zeke relationship and how the way he treated her makes her seek validation in men, but itā€™s super underdeveloped in tbaw.
thank you again for such a lovely comment!! iā€™m glad you enjoyed it šŸ„°šŸ’—
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sparatus Ā· 1 year ago
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update of some flavor
so ik ive been kinda in and out absent a bit, no tag games no asks no posts that i said id make and then forgot only vibing with occasionally remembering to be social, so figured id pop in with an explanation.
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[CW dental stuff]
around the end of july, i started. let's say Being Aware of a specific tooth in my skull. unfortunately i experience dental pain as a symptom of pms (because that's a fucking possible thing apparently. kill me.) so i brushed it off, but it didn't go away, so i called my dentist. from there,
between the thursday when i recognized the pain and the following sunday when i made the call, the pain grew from an occasional twinge to a constant, intense pain. my gums were inflamed and rubbing my nose hurt very badly.
the dentist confirmed the tooth was infected and needed a root canal. i was prescribed antibiotics and the appointment made for mid-august, as i already had an existing appointment for cavity fillings the week before and she didn't want to distress my mouth too much at once.
me and my amoxicillin against the world for a week. it worked very well, no notes.
got cavities filled, then went in for the root canal. still in pain around my mouth due to tooth being mad at me.
root canal went perfectly, temporary crown installed. due to the size of the cavity that started the mess my dentist wanted to do the full canal + crown procedure in one go to protect my tooth. there was still some infection present, so i was prescribed more antibiotics to make sure nothing spread to the surrounding bone.
still some pain. figured out bite was off from fillings and i just assumed it was residual from the root canal. got that fixed when i went in for the permanent crown on august 30.
permanent crown was made wrong. sent it back to be remade, temp put back in.
able to eat comfortably again after bite adjustment but STILL in pain, specifically at the very back of my mouth deep in the bone
guess what. fucking guess.
dentist confirmed wisdom teeth are coming in and need to be extracted.
as of tuesday i have my permanent crown (made properly this time!), and my appointment with the maxillofacial surgeon is on the 22nd. im hoping he's going to do the consultation and the extraction in one fell swoop, because oh my god im in so much pain please take them out please please please im dying
so. that's why ive been a bit absent as of late. my face bones are exploding and it's stealing all my spoons. sorry lads
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liverobinreaction Ā· 2 years ago
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šŸ–Šļø, šŸŒˆ (banshee in a well), šŸ’» ?
IM SORRY I KNOW THIS IS OVER A MONTH LATE, i lost the original ask post and it took me ages to find it BUT I FOUND IT so boom! late but here
ask game here
šŸŒˆ What inspired you to write banshee in a well?
basically, i had just been thrown head first into the batman fandom and was scouring through ao3 for things to read, before i kind of. ran out. this was during the weeks i was meant to be studying and writing an essay, and i was doing literally anything except that, so i had a lot of time on my hands. now, ive always been a sucker for fake character death and angst, so i decided hey, why not shove my newest blorbo tim into something like that! initially, it was going to be a one shot where tim was trapped in a collapsing building and was crushed to death, only to crawl his way out eventually while the bats were looking for his body. i wrote the beginning, and then when i looked back up i had 10k words and a completely different plot. and so banshee in a well was born.
šŸ’» Do you do research for your fics? Whatā€™s the deepest dive youā€™ve done?
yes and no! i try to actively avoid writing stuff that requires a lot of technical knowledge because im a) lazy, and b) easily distractible. the moment i start researching when i want to write means i tend to fall down a wikipedia rabbit hole and end up with knowledge about 9th century chinese concubines. do not ask. BUT that doesnt mean i never do it, especially if im writing about a specific culture or religion. for example, i did some research into jewish funeral practices for banshee in a well, and read some articles by rabbis about whether you need to sit shiva for neglectful parents.
ive also been doing a bit of research into stomach cancer atm for 'and you know this will be gone in the morning'. i also absolutely got on a watch list while looking up other things for banshee, such as: how long does it take for blood to be deoxygenated, how do you get down from a noose, can you survive a ruptured lung.
šŸ–Š Post a snippet from a current WIP.
here's a bit from my generational depression fic 'To Find Forgiveness In The Weeds' (cw: depression and suicidal thoughts). thanks for the ask!!!
There isnā€™t really any sort of final straw. Maybe it would be better if there was some kind of definitive moment that he could point to and say ā€˜there, thatā€™s where it all started, thatā€™s what made me this wayā€™. He almost wishes there was a catalyst like that, because then it would be a lot easier to explain away most of it. But Timā€™s life has never been straightforward, so instead, it goes like this:
At 8am in the morning on a Tuesday, as heā€™s getting ready for work, Tim looks into the mirror while adjusting his tie, and realises that he doesnā€™t want to be alive anymore.
A mental breakdown would be easier. This sort of quiet realisation doesnā€™t really give much way to screaming and crying, nor is there anything he can even do with it. Granted, heā€™s always thought of dying in some sort of manner, but heā€™s never bluntly admitted to himself that heā€™d prefer to be dead. Most of the time, it shows up in an abstract, distant way. The temptation of a high rooftop, the ease of a subway track, the simplicity of a rope. Sometimes heā€™ll see death traps and feel a pull towards it. Not an active wish, so much as a temptation. A soft, gentle thought of ā€˜Iā€™m tired. Wouldnā€™t it be nice to be dead?ā€™
But itā€™s always been chased away, the logistics of actually dying and their impact keeping him away from ledges and chairs. The clean-up would be such a hassle, his brain would point out, and heā€™d agree. Someone would have to scrape him off the floor or tracks if he was selfish enough to do it in public, and thatā€™s not even mentioning the traumatised passer-byā€™s. Ultimately, killing himself would cause more trouble than itā€™s worth, and thatā€™s always been enough for him to ignore those thoughts and chalk them up to a flight of fancy or a call to the void rather than genuine suicidal ideation.
Thereā€™s none of that when he looks in the mirror and consciously acknowledges that maybe, just maybe, Tim doesnā€™t really want to live anymore. That, if given the chance, he canā€™t confidently say he wouldnā€™t take such an opportunity.
Itā€™s a strange thought to have, and he finally lets his hands drop away from his tie as he observes himself. Heā€™s seen suicidal people before, of course, both as Tim Drake and Robin and Red Robin. He watched as Bruce threw himself into deadlier and deadlier fights, uncaring of the consequences. Heā€™s gently talked to people shivering on the edge of a skyscraper, eyes screaming for help despite their hollowness.
He doesnā€™t really fit that image, though logically, he knows that depression takes different forms. And thatā€™s another thought that stops him and makes him furrow his brow. Is he depressed? Depression tends to cause suicidal ideation, so it would make sense, but once again, heā€™s never needed a therapist or broken down in tears from sadness.
He takes a few steps back to perch on his unmade bed. Messiness is a sign of depression, he remembers, but heā€™s always been messy. His father was the same way.
Except...
He glances around his room, frowning at the overflowing waste basket, the crumpled up cans and balled up protein wrappers. Clothes are haphazardly dumped into a corner, because he rarely has the energy to put them away. Thereā€™s dust everywhere except his bed, bathroom and desk, and kitchen roll still sticks to a spot on the carpet where he spilled some soda and forgot to clean it up.
It isnā€™t exactly the expected luxury penthouse of a CEO.
His room in Wayne Manor had been untidy, but it was the general clutter of a distracted teenager. He would still throw trash away, would dust and mop up spills when needed, because Alfred had enough on his plate already and tidying their rooms had always been their own responsibility.
His apartment, however, is messy in a way that indicates heā€™s stopped caring.
The thought is quiet in his mind, but itā€™s enough to stop everything else.
Has he?
Has he stopped caring?
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