#this is some closure

[sad-scarred-sassy]

“Feyre-“ His emerald eyes were wide as he gathered her, standing in the cold grass, barefoot in the middle of the forest. He had sensed her in his lands so quickly, she could not begin to process how that made her feel.

“I-“ She didn’t really know why she was there, standing before him in a nightgown and thin coat, barefoot and looking maniacal. She shouldn’t have come, if Rhys found out where she was… she didn’t know what would happen. But now that she was seeing him after all this time, she could not help but feel that unhealed ache in her chest, the one she had mistaken for rage. Maybe it had been at some point, but time had brought clarity, and for the first time, she felt only pain.

“Why are you here?” He asked, eyes so wary of her, as if he was watching out for the strike of a venomous viper. Maybe she had been, maybe she was.

“I don’t know” She said, but she did know. She took a sharp breath. “I had a child” She blurted out and the look of utter desolation in his eyes made her stagger.

“I know” He said, fingers clenching as he looked down at the ground, away from her. “If you’re here to mock me like your mate, I don’t have time for it” He began his way back from where he came from.

“I almost died” She said, feeling as the tears formed behind her eyes. Tamlin stopped in his tracks, body stiff as his gaze met hers again. “He-“ She began, clenching her fists, her gaze catching the tattoo that marked her hand. She closed her eyes. “He didn’t tell me the baby would kill me” She felt the words escape her, couldn’t stop them.

She braced a look at him then. The sheer rage and disgust painted in his handsome features, Feyre thought he was trembling from it.

“I-“ She continued, the words just demanding to get out of her. “I could have shifted so that I would be safe, but that would have put the babe in danger, so he didn’t tell me” Her voice was trembling, cracking at the truth she couldn’t hide from anymore.

She thought he loved her. Her mate. Why didn’t he choose her? Why didn’t he choose her?

“You-“ She looked at him, the one who had brought her here, the one who had started it all, the one she had given her life for. “You hurt me” She felt the tears sliding down her face uncontrollably, felt herself walk towards him and punch her index finger onto his brown tunic.

“I know” He said, eyes lined in silver, a look of utter devastation in his whole face.

“I destroyed you” She was almost shouting now, her whole body shaking from it. “Why don’t you hate me? Why? I hated you for what you did so I destroyed you, why don’t you hate me?”

He kept looking at her with those fucking repentant eyes she could not stand anymore.

“Why didn’t you fight back?” She pushed him slightly. “Why didn’t you start a war for what I did, why did you let him mock you?” She pushed him again and he just let her. It enraged her. “Why did you save his life? Why did you risk your life to save mine after what I did? Why don’t you hate me?!” She pushed him again. “You- you’re a monster!” She shouted, his face stagnant in his hurt. “You are a monster and you wouldn’t have done what he did to me!”

She stopped as she said those words. For so long she had believed him to be the monster she was running from. Maybe both could be true. He was a monster, he had let her rot in this place, he had hurt her, he had locked her, shut her out. And he had loved her, he had done everything in his power to see her live, even make her hate him. Her head was spinning.

He just stared at her, he didn’t say anything for a long while as she calmed her breathing down, aware of her hands clutching his shirt, his ragged breathing, his trembling hands.

“I could never hate you, Feyre” He finally said, voice stiff, green eyes glinting in the soft moonlight. “You could destroy me, destroy my court, destroy my whole world and I could never hate you”

Her breathing shook with a small sob. His hands raising to clutch hers and unclasp them from their vicious hold on his clothes.

“You don’t know how-“ He shook his head, looking down. “There is not a day that I don’t regret what I did to you, from the moment I met you” He looked up at her again. “I’m sorry. I will always be sorry. All I ever wanted was for you to live. I was so desperate for it-“ He closed his eyes. “I am so sorry”

“I’m sorry too” She said, voice ragged.

They just stood there together for a long time, her hands in his, soft tears falling down quietly as they looked into each other’s eyes. Those green eyes that she used to know, so foreign yet so familiar.

“You wouldn’t have done this to me” She whispered one last time as it became startling true in her mind.

“No” He said so vehemently, she felt it coursing through her whole body. An irrefutable truth.

She stared at him for a long time after that, looking at him, this male who had loved her, so much he had almost destroyed her. In his fear, in his desperation, love had made him a monster. The ugly side of love. Would she ever forgive him? Would she ever forgive herself for not seeing it sooner? Would she forgive herself for not hating him as much as she wanted to?

“I have to go” She said. With a soft nod, he took a step back and did not break eye contact as she winnowed back to her life, the life she had thought was hers. She winnowed back and hoped she could say she would never think about the tragedy of spring again.

[astearisms]

catalysts, protectors

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[chalkrub]

reminiscing about childhood books after that ask - all due respect to cool sleek movie toothless....but to me, he will always be a mean little gremlin

[ctrlzxoo]

what if Ivan took the tape off of Till during Top 3?

(aka. the ANAKT kids learned what kisses meant to humans)

[hurlyburlytopsyturvy]

when you get engulfed by a space-time anomaly and it forces you into therapy for the greater good

[chocostrwberry]

Operation: Ladybug!!

[caffichai]

Pudding!

This was inspired by @fishing-lesbian-catgirl's lovely story, Sweet Like Pudding!

[boar-cry]

Time ▪︎ Space

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[bunnieswithknives]

Wow Dale... There were miscalculations? And who made those miscalculations HMMMM???

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[capcollector]

messy doodles but been thinking lately about a plot involving bunny and deacon running a mission together in some fancy setting. fake names, backstories, etc. i just want an excuse for them to dress up

[bearloonz]

They’re just so . So fun to draw. Bite sized shapes.

[ohrackham]

what was the point of lila thinking home was a feeling she didn't deserve and could never earn until she found diego. what was the point of them finding deep, meaningful love in each other. what was the point of lila opening her heart and confessing that all she really wanted was a family with him.

what was the point of developing diego and lila over two seasons, creating such a beautiful, chaotic bond, just to destroy it for no reason.

[slymanner]

God dude these two scenes and how roxie moves hurt my heart so so bad 🥹

it's like a mix of anger, feral, emotional breakdown, and complete sadness that just fucks me up soooo fucking bad.

it's like she's a pet who got abandoned by their owner but they see them again after years of sadness and depression of them being gone and leaving them like that and all that anger and sadness just manifest's into one bundle of emotion's towards them they cannot control.

roxie baby ur gonna be okay u deserve better :[

[ri-afan]

So I learned Jason had an older brother named Danny and had the idea of Danny popping up in Crime Alley to help and gaining enough of a reputation as Phantom (unnamed) that Red Hood checks him out.

Red Hood questions the ghost, finds out he’s a ghost, is vaguely told his life after death, that not all ghosts remember things as living people would, and dos and don’ts of interactions. Phantom just wants to help!

Important, I need him to eventually say “I go by Phantom, but… you can call me Danny” and if it can be delayed into their meeting a bit and Red Hood picks up the previous info over time then all the better. Maybe Danny is a bit jaded after whatever made him move, maybe it’s just been a while since he’s talked to a human regularly, maybe he’s nervous about Red Hood’s relationship with Batman and Batman’s ties with the JL and the government—take your pick.

Now Red Hood doesn’t say too much on it, doesn’t show it a ton in his actions and stuff (he’s a former street kid who was bat-raised to be Robin after all) and definitely doesn’t voice his thoughts about it, but he totally thinks that Danny is the ghost of his dead brother.

He’s not though, he’s still Danny Fenton and in no way related to Jason. At most he’s only heard rumours of the guy, possibly from the dead who like Red Hood for avenging them and Danny’s nervous “because he’s Red Hood and he’s just Phantom”.

How long until this clears up? Eh. That’s up to you, but please let me know 😉

[citrusai]

taash said "they were doing it" and people ran with the interpretation of an npc that doesn't know solas or the history of the elvhenan even when bellara interjected and said, no, that's not right. that's not how it was for the elvhenan. they formed bonds before they had physical bodies. and people ran to doompost or create weird anti-solavellan shit even though mythal & solas refer to each other as old friends and when she releases him there is no tenderness or love in it. it is the act of unchaining a dog from his post, the stepping down of a general. but to each their own ig.