#thanks for proving how 'dark' and 'edgy' your show is lmao

[mortallysilver]

Hi I don't really have a question, just want to brainrot with a fellow silver enjoyer. At least I assume, tis in your name after all.

I've recently gotten back into the sonic fandom again as an adult and, of course younger me loved shadow more, who doesn't love mr edgy more as a kid.

But as an adult, I love silver more.

Sonic always been my least favorite of the triple s squad, not that he's bad by any means, our autistic asses could definitely bounce off eachother n be good friends, but I would never see it passed that, friends, especially since I know damn well I couldn't keep up with him, we'd never be on the same wave length, you know?

Shadow needs no explanation, dark broody mans makes everyone fangirl, especially when he shows the fabled *emotions*™️

But like

Silver is husband material and no one can tell me otherwise at this point. He has his flaws of course but they feel a lot more real than the rest, you get me?

I have brainrot of like IDW Silver, how he's always trying to prove himself, and feels like he's not enough even though he's a hero equal to all the others.

Okay I'm going to stop now, but thank you for listening even though I don't think I gave you a choice lmao

Please take good care of yourself <3 😶‍🌫️

I woke up to see this in my inbox, not mad tho, this shi real💯

Tnx for sharing your brainrot!!! (N also inviting me to your ted talk lol) I genuinely love silver, he deserves more luv and content and that is the reason for my blog(plus other characters 😛)

Silver has so much potential like??? I get u fellow anon🙏

Feel free to share more if you cann! You take good care of yourself too, kay?

<3

[rayofsunas]

s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

[freakoutgirl]

i like hemloc/k grove, but on the other hand it pisses me the fuck off

[opalesenses]

Erik’s Theory of Happiness — Chapter 1

Prelude 

I just have to say um...WOW? I did not expect to come back to such nice compliments and love on my story. I’m so grateful and humbled towards everyone who read, reblogged, liked, and commented. Every single one of you? Stunning! Y’all have truly instilled more writing confidence into me.

a/n: Finally our real story begins, and whew... chille talk about battle in the center of the mind. lil Ms Alice could never not with all that baggage this boy has lmao! Pain, reconciliation, and healing—rainstorms before the rainbow.  

Characters: Erik Killmonger x black!OC (later chapters), more important original characters introduced later as well (two actually show up briefly in this part 😊)

warnings: the hunt for symbolism begins, and some metaphors

synopsis: Erik has been having strange dreams since his childhood, dreams filled with unusual creatures and eccentric characters. Upon returning to Wonderland as an adult and learning everything has gotten worse, Erik must travel through his own mind to discover the truth about who he truly is and save Wonderland in order to restore peace.

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Chapter I: Nightmarish Revoir

Having lived in feebly in misery,

The dead are knocking on the door, aren’t they?

The little master can’t look away,

What a disgusting story.

— Outer Science

It is said Time builds friendship with no man—always floating, always progressing, and always unraveling. Perhaps, if somebody informed Erik of his complicated relationship with Time earlier, he would have ensured more generous dedication toward absorbing the moments life had once blessed him with.

Father Time maintained no favors, leaving Erik—another misguided soul—entangled in a void of infinitude. He was nothing more than a pawn at the mercy of his chess master caught between a sadistic game he never once volunteered for and could never forfeit.

Multitudes of clocks, measurements of his misfortunes, descended one after another; filling the long, cerulean corridors Erik meandered through. He carried himself along the luminous stream dripping from mullioned window before him. Rays of brightness reflected off the exposed dials like glistening chandeliers. They swayed endlessly, showcasing nothing but mockery at his sluggish pace; a collision of ticking hands and deafening sounds of eternity. Each tick became another oncoming wave threatening to submerge him further into a deep sea.

Erik hesitantly continued down the arched, glass doorway ahead that induced him into a steady trance. He could never smother this feeling, no matter how times he’s visited this particular dimension. Somehow intertwined but unaware of his beginnings. Always aware of his emotions, yet blind towards his experiences.

“Come now, Erik. It’s only a dream.”

A dream.

If only everything was merely a sweet illusion he could easily dismiss.

As much as he yearned, Erik harbored no such power. His prayers for better hallucinations, nonsensical as it sounded, proved futile. He was drowning in this dark vacancy—his own subconscious incarceration.

The clocks looming above continued humming their dreadful tune, droning closer to unleashing Judgement Day upon the wandering lamb as he confronts his sins. Before he reached the doorway, a disembodied voice fractured his thoughts, ceasing every movement. Turn back, Erik. These manifestations you needlessly approach beyond the threshold will only lead you more astray. Please, you are not ready!

Recognition flooded Erik’s senses. It’s a melancholic melody he’s heard on many occasions. Counseling him, blinding him. Temptation curled in his toes as he slowly turned his head to face the quivering figure awaiting him. He captured a glimpse of indigo dyed orbs shimmering with renewed hope at his submission, possessing layers of sorrow buried beneath a veil, making everything appear matte.

Erik’s face contorted and he immediately returns to his previous stance, “Why you here, Odessa?” The frustration lapsed from his lips. “You know I ain’t just runnin’ back empty handed, especially since I didn’t end up here by choice anyway.”

“You’ve arrived against your choice? Then where have you been all this time, Erik?” Odessa gradually stepped forward, tears welling her eyes. “Stay, leaving offers no protection,” she nearly collapsed on his back, cementing her feet onto the ground as she embraced him tightly.

The warmth almost prompts Erik to fulfill a new promise of abandonment toward everything unrelated to her presence. Move forward, Erik. Don’t look back. The light displays delusions just as they equally make the darkness their throne as well. Heaviness ignited an ache dwelling in his stomach. How long has he been gone?

“No, Odessa. I’m...I’m sorry, but... I can’t,” Erik pressed, remorse laced between every word.

“Is this something you absolutely must pursue?” The edginess in her voice made him crawl towards indifference.

Erik slowly settled his hands on Odessa’s trembling ones, still facing forward. The option of greeting oblivion began to feel enticing the more his back absorbed her distress. “This is something I gotta face.”

She abruptly slipped her hands from his touch, seeing past the mask of those words. Odessa delayed her response, entering a silence louder than the blaring of the clocks. “Asherah…” She absently implied, “...is trying to reach out to you, right?”

Erik turned sharply and glowered, confusion flourishing his features. “The hell you talking about?”

“It seems you can’t remember. I presume that is a good thing,” Odessa quipped causing Erik’s stare to harden. He observed her eyes, which were darting back and forth, shining in the sunlight. There was something else in them, something looming. They harbored secrets, the same way a pot nursed layers of deep soil. “Must you always leave us?”

Erik becomes compelled to approach her and chastise for needless cryptic answers once again but a newfound ache began swirling in his stomach, demanding his urgency toward something more incomprehensible than himself.

“Yeah, well, sometimes you gotta leave and start somewhere.” He callously concluded before stepping forward into his calling. A foreign feeling implored he discard everything and run back into the arms of Odessa, but alas, some necessities required sacrifices.

Sunlight quickly diminished as he ventured further into the unknown world, darkness seeping throughout his vision. However Erik’s eyes soon greeted a new light, more dismal and faint. The awaiting sight before him unfolded across an ornate blanket of white chrysanthemums. His footsteps grew heavier. Murmured prayers and hushed voices touched his ears. Seated before an open chestnut coffin was a young woman, wearing a red dress and matching flowers blooming between her hair. With hands clasped and head solemnly bowed, she recited a devotional from her lips—

May my words reach you through these empty halls. Oh, Virtuoso!

May my suffering be ceased by your merciful hands

To dismantle my fate, I beg you

To cleanse my sinful being, I implore you

For I am guilty of swallowing the sun

As I commit to your desires, I shall offer you my final drop of blood

Oh, Virtuoso! My body must burn for my sins,

For you, I desire glory

For myself, a humble demise

And for the lone soul standing behind me, I wish nothing but reconciliation and sweet farewells

For we...cannot be separated

Upon her revelation she paused, slowly lifting her head and revealing her face. Crimson eyes. Those crimson eyes swimming with the heaviness of one thousand untold stories. Wilting under her gaze, Erik’s mouth agapes as he surrendered himself by falling onto his knees.

I am thou, thou art me.

Together, they both uttered softly from their lips,

Amen.

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Oh, my? Oh, my? Thoughts? Hope y’all enjoyed the mystery yet to unfold! Thanks for reading! xo Definitely more to come babes! 

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