#this is awfully sad

[evan-buck]

SUCCESSION (2018-2023) First and last appearances

[nighttimepatrons]

Not Without Maedhros

Thinking about a Fingon fic set in Mandos where Fingon is ready for reembodiment but won't leave the halls without Maedhros. Never mind the fact that he hasn't actually seen Maedhros's spirit yet...

The only way he can tell the passage of time is the influx of spirits into the Halls, the halls get larger to accommodate them all. Surely Maedhros is around here somewhere.

It's about Fingon being asked if he's consider Life again and he says he has, but he'd like to wait for Maedhros first. He does not want to leave without Maedhros.

More spirits enter and he waits.

When asked again he is indeed ready for Life but it is disturbing to him that it as taken this long for Maedhros to find him. So he reaffirms that he is waiting, he will not leave without Maedhros.

Spirits come and some start to leave.

The asking stops, and in its place he is told: "it is to leave these halls", "you have lingered long enough", "you can feel the yearning for Life in you, go on, it's time to go". He always says the same: Not without Maedhros, not withouth Maedhros, not without Maedhros.

It seems impossible, but the population of the Halls actually seems to decrease.

And yet he waits. He waits until all of his family has walked out of those great, beckoning doors. He waits as his fellow spirits dwindle around him.

He waits, until he is alone in the vast, silent halls.

[luoniiel]

clem look super soggy omg i love them

clem is theeeeee soggiest guy ever i love them <3 my babby

have some clem sketches

[seaglassdinosaur]

It’s the fact that he didn’t have to be miserable.

All of his agonies about his weakness and monstrousness and lack of control was self-constructed, self-inflicted and he didn’t need to be miserable.

[origami-trust]

Dracula, June 30th (and later spoilers. This one's on the serious side) "I slept till just before the dawn...At last I felt that subtle change in the air, and knew that the morning had come." "There lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had been half renewed...the mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood..."

"I believe it is the Count, but he has grown young. My God, if this be so!...If I only knew! if I only knew!"

I think the dots are certainly there to connect for the reading that the Count fed on him. There's another piece of horror, as has been a defining aspect for Jonathan: not that the reader knows he was bitten, but that he doesn't know for sure, for all the potential consequences of losing his soul that might accompany. He's detailed so much about he's been made to doubt himself and his senses, a thousand times over. Even just the previous night, the same night he knew was supposed to be one of his last, the Count was smiling at him like a friend. When he later sees the Count, his cry of, 'If I only knew, if I only knew' encompasses so much pain- if he knew that what he had been through was real, if he knew that he had been bitten or not, if he could trust his own senses and know that he was seeing the Count, if he only knew what to do.

[crustyfloor]

And like a dejected puppy

[lunar-serpentinite]

me when i remember that ultimately harry just really wanted to go home in the arms of a mother and father that he never had a chance to have

[lyrate-lifeform-approximation]

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@peterbsideparker

LYLA looked around the empty society, her mind frazzled. Where was everyone? She took a step forward, her body glitching around her and making her disappear for a second.

Her body reappeared just as quickly as it disappeared, but her eyes were blown wide, looking around her in surprise. She was apart of this universe, why was she glitching? Besides, she’s an AI, she shouldn’t be affected by entropy.

“Hello?” She called out to the empty space. She didn’t know why she expected a response, there was no one here. She had scanned the building already and couldn’t find any heat sources nor any signs of any Spiders.

LYLA couldn’t feel emotions, but the odd pulse of uncertainty went through her. This didn’t feel real… she couldn’t even feel Miguel, who she knew she would always be able to find and follow no matter where she or he was.

Her body glitched again and a zap of electricity zinged through her. It… hurt? If she were human, she was sure that she would be on the floor pleading for air.

LYLA slowly lowered herself to the floor as another bolt of electricity hit her. A gasp came from her mouth, unwarranted. She’d seen other Spiders gasp this way when hurt and her programming triggered her to respond the same way as if that would solve her issue.

She landed gently on the ground, of course not being able to touch it, but the idea of something stable beneath her soothed her frazzled state. Another electrical shock, another gasp. Why did it hurt?

This was lonely, she realized. She’s never felt loneliness. How did Spiders deal with all their hardships alone?

Lost in her thoughts, LYLA almost missed the faint sound of a voice talking to her. She looked up, startled, to find Spider-Byte in front of her. A figment of relief washed over her and she glitched into a standing position, her body shaking.

“There…virus…help… fix.” Spider-Byte seemed to be glitching too, but in a different way than LYLA. She wasn’t actually there, LYLA could tell that much. Spider-Byte was projecting from somewhere else, but… wasn’t?

LYLA couldn’t tell anymore. Her normally faster-than-light computing brain hurt and she couldn’t think straight now.

Spider-Byte watched her with worry, her hands flying in front of her without actually touching anything.

“Sleep.” Spider-Byte said to her, and the command struck LYLA and she withered to the ground, her body fizzling out and disappearing.

…

She awoke what seemed like mere seconds after the command to find Spider-Byte and Miguel in front of her. She faux-yawned, stretching dramatically. Miguel wasn’t smiling she realized. Well, not that he’s ever truly smiling, but he seemed to have almost a look of worry on his face.

LYLA dropped the dramatics. “What happened?” she asked.

Spider-Byte turned a tablet towards her and LYLA watched as a program that represented her had turned red and glitchy. It was as if her internal “organs” had been bleeding. Her data was hacked with a virus she realized.

“How did that happen?” LYLA asked, mentally scanning her internal network and feeling that everything was fine now.

Spider-Byte shrugged and Miguel finally spoke up, “You were crying.”

He said it with so much shock that he sounded afraid. She was crying? But… she can’t feel emotions. She can mimic them, sure, but she would’ve remembered if she had decided to start crying.

“What..?” she asked, quietly. Spider-Byte perked up, her spider-sense reacting. “I’ve got to go.” she said before disappearing.

“You were crying,” Miguel repeated again, “You’ve been here the entire time, crying and glitching.”

LYLA shook her head, “But, I wasn’t here. It was empty? I was in the Spider-Lounge I think.” she looked around her, “This is your office.”

Miguel shook his head, reaching out for her as if he could touch her. Was he trying to comfort her? LYLA moved forward tentatively and when her body didn’t glitch and she didn’t feel any electricity, a small smile came to her face.

“I’m fine now,” she said, reassuring the both of them. “I’m fine.”

…

They never spoke about what had happened, deciding to leave it to the past, but the days following LYLA had noticed that Miguel had checked her presence more often than before.

Things were fine now.

They were fine.

[booksanddarkchocolate]

Finally started and finished One of us is Back (time is not in my favour) and let me just say, I do not think Karen really knows how Snapchat maps work 😅😂

[lokimobius]

sigh

[lorillee]

HE HASNT EVEN BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL FOR MORE THAN LIKE .WHAT. A WEEK? CANT U GIVE HIM JUST LIKE A MONTH OR TWO TO SEE IF HE'LL PULL THROUGH?

[cuteniaarts]

What a shame… you always had such beautiful hair

[salsflore]

i miss my irls and my cat and my house this is so SICKKK what did i ever do to you, december

[gnashiingovteeth]

We can’t tell the future nor can we change the past but we can be more present in the now. Hugging the fam extra tight this week.

[krackkokichi]

just my opinion