#too bad so sad put that on my tombstone

[neverendingford]

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[nekovmancer]

I love you, it's ruining my life

bunch sad taylor swift lyrics always has me breaking my own heart writing fanfiction *sighs* guess this is my debut in the gf fandom as a writer !! hiiii

warnings: sfw, gn!reader, established relationship, language, angst

“You are the most terrible mistake I’ve ever made.”

The words still echo even when the sentence is already finished, growing faint as the seconds pass by but never fading at all; still on the back of your mind, replaying over and over again as if they were part of a broken record.

Once spoken, that fucking phrase couldn��t be swallowed back, less forgotten. God knows how long it would take for them to be gone for good, and not a haunting whisper to follow you through your worst nightmares; one of them now becoming reality.

But that’s not the beginning of your history with Ford. No, it's the end. 

Feels like carving the epitaph on a tombstone. In memory of a love which once lived greatly, now may rest forever in the cold embrace of death. Quote, the most terrible mistake I’ve ever made, unquote. Should you credit Ford Pines in the end? The motherfucker who just put the final nail on your coffin?

You wish you could tell him to shut the fuck up and leave you alone, pretending this won’t be anything but another stupid fight you will manage to forget tomorrow. Maybe you could’ve, if you weren’t too occupied with your hollow chest, asking yourself where did you heart go — or if it was too broken to even manage a last beat.

"What the hell did you just say?" you don't even have the energy to shout back at him. It all comes out in a whisper, one that is not enough to fit your anger; less your sadness. Sometimes, you've got to recognize a lost battle. Yet, this one changed the course of a whole fucking war, one you were exhausted to fight. 

So there you stood: the loser. Feeling small and insignificant as one of the particles of dust hovering in the thick air between you. The body count so far: your home, your engagement, your love, your heart. And the last thing you could ever lose, a loss to mourn for all of your days, was already slipping through your fingers.

Just one last battle to thrive: the tears threatening to flood through your eyes, which you were trying hard to keep for yourself. Ford does not deserve them, not anymore, not when he doesn’t show a single trace of remorse.

You knew he meant it, and that was the very reason it hurt so bad. Sometimes, retrieving the knife from the flesh just meant more pain. You should’ve let it there, rooting in between the bones of your ribcage instead of opening a fresh wound. 

"You've heard me quite well." 

Your throat goes sore, unspoken words scratching it, trying to climb out of your mouth. The last sparkle of a long gone flame lights up, enough fuel for you to bite back. "Right. So I am the mistake, while your freaking muse-"

Sadly, the great amount of bad words on the tip of your tongue didn’t have a chance to be spoken.

"Do not bring Bill into this again,” his words cut you off; more bleeding to stanch on the way.  Ford was responsible for the hollow inside of you, a quiet torment bursting out to destroy what was left from the previous catastrophes. Lies pouring from lips which once kissed you so dearly and now couldn’t even speak in your favor. “It was never about him, any of it."

"It's always about him!” frustration wins, and a restless tremble finds your fingers as the volume of your voice grows louder. It hurts to speak, to think — existence itself feels excruciating. Your last strings of hope were now cut, disappearing into nothingness. What’s left, you still don’t know. “There's no you and me, not anymore. Not without Bill, not without the portal.”

A shredded breath has your whole body shaking, your cue to remember breathing; unevenly as it may be, you still need it to survive, no matter how your frenetic heartbeat tells you’re going to the very opposite way. Whenever your anxiety hit such a peak, Ford would be the one by your side. Now, he was standing on the opposite corner of the room, staring at you as if you do not belong there.

In this, you both could agree. It’s been so long since you’re no longer part of his equation, but an unpleasant variable Stanford, the genius himself, can’t solve, which would end up better erased; long forgotten. 

“Fine,” you barely manage a mutter, rubbing your temples to ease off the ache pulsating through your skull. Someone could have hit you with a hammer and the pain would be softer. “Fiddleford is already gone, and now you want me out of the picture,” you capture your lower lip between your teeth, grazing the soft skin. The taste of blood somehow leaves your mouth less bitter, still not enough to stop you from actually being bitter. “Maybe it will give you and your triangle partner enough space to shove that stupid machine up your ass.”

He’s outraged, of course. Bill has become his everything, dethroning you from that spot you once thought was granted forever. How dare you speak so low of him? His muse, his mentor, his… fuck, to think of finishing this sentence is makes you nauseous. 

Storming out of the room with Ford hot on your trails, you let a few tears find their way out. It’s fine as long as he can’t see you crying, nor hear your strangled sobs under his own voice. You don’t want him to be a testimony to your misery any more. It’s terrible already the whole house seems to have eyes staring at you from every wall.

If Bill was actually watching, you can bet that fucking triangle is damn amused.

Your own thoughts are too loud for you to hear what Ford is saying, or best, vomiting at you. Yet, you can distinguish the screaming is there as you lead the way to what used to be your shared bedroom. 

God, when you’ve come this? 

The love of your life now inhabits the skin of a stranger, and you can’t bear his shit for longer than you already did. You could’ve endured anything for your Ford, but that wasn’t him. Where did he go? When did you lose him for good? But it’s a little too late to ask yourself these questions, and you know the damn answers already, so it’s pointless to keep the torture of knowing the truth.

You feel the urge to crash every small piece of triangular shaped decoration on your way. They are everywhere, in every damn corner, even in the pattern of the curtains when not resting upon the furniture — standing in the middle of your family pictures, among vases with dead flowers, a cemetery of memories from better times.

You stop your tracks for a while just to wander your eyes on some of them, lips trembling to conceive a faint smile at the sight of the portraits. One displays you and Ford outside a newly built shack, smiling from ear to ear as your faces are pressed together so tightly his glasses went crooked. If you squint your eyes enough, you can see a red blur in the bushes just behind you — a little gnome hiding just in time. 

Suddenly, it becomes harder to keep the tears away as reality hits you hard. Those times are gone, and nothing you could do would bring them back to you. 

“You don’t understand,” you can hear Stanford clear as day now, as if you had just emerged from underwater and abruptly became aware of your surroundings. Ford has been repeating this same bullshit nonstop from what? Weeks from now. Nedless to say you were fucking tired of such a nonsense accusation. “The work I’ devoted my life to is about to change the whole world for good and you can’t even-”

Your turn is so abrupt that Ford stops himself from finishing the sentence, swallowing a gasp. “Listen to me,” biting your lip to not curse at him, all of your strength is dealt into the final blow — more like a last resort. “You think Bill is about to make you someone as if I didn’t spend the last years seeing you as my fucking north already,” he’s a little taken aback by your sudden burst out, you can tell by the tip of his ears going pink. “I did everything for you, Stanford. Your dream, your house, your anomalies… and what the fuck you did to me in return? Not even bothering to sleep in the same bed as me for months?” shit, saying it aloud only made it sound more pathetic than it already was. “Or having the nerve to accuse me of not understanding you after everything I gave up to be with you in this shit hole of a city?” 

Ford's response was nothing but silence. Of course it was. What could he say on his behalf when you’re damn right? This time, though, you wish you didn’t.

But you waited for him to say something nonetheless. Anything would do, really. Worse than his rage, his hatred and the damn obsession for his muse was the indifference he has been meeting you with.

The meanings of you have been changed in his dictionary long ago. Did it matter now?

Every move of his was strategic, closer and closer to a checkmate — his dream coming true. And if you were to be sacrificed so he could win… well, a side effect. As long as his king was safe, pawns were pawns.

You’ve just taken too long to realise it.

“Don’t you think you can come crawling back to me after this,” it’s a statement more to yourself then to him; a reminder to not let him inside your heart again after all the damage Ford has done. “When your false god gets tired of toying with you, when your ego stops being enough to feed your delusion, I won’t come back to pick up whatever’s left.”

You stare at him — at Stanford’s eyes. He’s perfectly still, aside from the dramatic rise and fall of his chest with each deep breath he takes. While your eyes silently begged him to change his mind, to take back what he just said… his did not show any emotion but resolution.

Ford is a man of science. He would never affirm something with such a conviction if he wasn’t absolutely sure of it. And as it seemed, he thought of you as a mistake with certainty enough to say it out loud and keep his mind until the very last minute.

“Fine.”

So this is it. The end.

“Fine it is,” you wipe the tears away with the back of your hand, dampening the sleeves of the sweater you’re wearing; which is actually Ford’s. You debate whether to leave it behind or keep it with you while packing your things.

Ford doesn’t stay any longer after this. No goodbyes were said, and his last glance upon you earns a cold shiver running down your spine. You could’ve spitted right into his face and he would still be less mad than he was at the moment, thanks to your audacity of blaming Bill on the failure of your relationship. 

It’s not like Ford needed you, or anyone else at the matter. He had gifts you failed to comprehend, and a view where you were the one crawling back to him as soon as the portal was completed.

Delusion upon delusion… which of you were the worst?

You were left alone, but the whole house was watching silently — every triangle window had an eye of its own, and the dark corners somewhat got darker, casting enormous shadows around you.

Ford must be down at his lab, in the company of his muse… fuck, you don’t want to think of them and whatever they did when you’re not around. Which now would mean pretty much every time. 

It’s a bright summer day outside when you leave the shack, but not even the warmth of the sun seems to be sufficient to dispel the coldness clinging to your bones.

Your fingers are still trembling since the whole fight went out of track, and so they stood while you were folding your clothes slowly, still thinking that things would change by some miracle… and now, as you open the door to your car.

You tell yourself to not look back, and shit, it's not easy; especially when your own mind don't shut the fuck up. For the hours you spent wandering around the city, you leave the radio on the highest volume and keep the cool. You come and go until you’ve reached the "you’re leaving Gravity Falls" sign.

With nowhere else to go, you throw your engagement ring out of the window and speed up to God knows where. As long as it’s far, you suppose you’ll be fine.

[creedslove]

THE GHOST OF HIM 💔 - HEADCANONS

Post outbreak!Ghost!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: besties, I put a Joel poster up my wall and I was in hopes of having filthy, dirty, obscene and explicit dreams of him, and yet, I had this sad dream about our favorite old man :( it was such an emotional and sad dream I woke up with my heart breaking for him 🥺💔

"Baby girl, please, talk to me... Why don't you talk to me? Why won't you even look at me, tell what I've done, I apologize, please just forgive me and look at me"

• Joel begged you, he walked towards you but you turned away from him, as you shook your head and cried. He was so confused at everything that was happening, it was like one day he left for patrol and when he came back nothing was ever the same

• he didn't understand why people simply ignored him, why they didn't look at him nor talked to him, but it didn't actually bother Joel that much, not when it was everyone else, but the moment you also didn't pay attention to him? that concerned and hurt him

• to make things worse, what disturbed him the most was that you wouldn't stop crying and he couldn't find out why because you ignored him, he was so confused, it pained him to be treated like that, he wanted to hold you, kiss you, make love to you, but how could he approach you if you wouldn't let him to

• time also confused him, he remembered waking up one morning and went on patrol, then he was ambushed by a group of people and this girl hit him on the head, and for a moment, he thought he would die, but suddenly he opened his eyes, looked around and everything seemed the same, he ran his hand through his hair and there was no blood, his head didn't hurt, so he figured the attack wasn't even that bad or maybe, just maybe he'd hallucinated the whole thing?! Or he got way too drunk with Tommy to remember?

• he remembered getting up and walking back home, things seemed so different and yet so familiar and he wasn't really sure, it took him very long for him to reach home, but he wouldn't really be able to tell, only when he got home and saw you crying was that he began freaking out for real

• Joel was so angry with that situation, he hated being ignored, especially when he knew there was something wrong with you, he tried calling you, drawing your attention, but only when he raised his voice and screamed at you, a lightbulb exploded out of nowhere making you jump and look around startled

"if only you were still here..."

• he heard you whisper and another wave of tears came crashing down your face, breaking his heart once more; when he was about to try and get your attention one more time, he saw you got up, putting on your jacket and leaving home. He didn't think twice, he stood up immediately and followed you, frowning the moment he saw the snowflakes falling all around you, he didn't remember the weather being that cold, he was almost sure it was still fall when he left

• when you got into the graveyard he was taken by some kind of anxiety, a deep fear Joel couldn't necessarily explain, but the moment you stood in front of one tombstone, was that he was paralyzed with shock and pain

"JOEL MILLER"

• that was what it said; the way you fell into your knees and cried in front of it, the way your fingertips traced the letters that formed his name as your body shook lightly from the cold and your cries and how Joel's tortured spirit watched you, how he still not believing what was happening and a part of him hoping it was just one sick twisted prank tried placing his hand on your shoulder, but you didn't even react to it

"please, look at me, I'm right here, this must be a mistake, a joke, a cruel prank... I'm here, your Joel, I'm fine, I'm not dead, please sweetheart, just look at me"

• he pleaded but his words were nothing more than just ghostly whispers, just like he was now. After a few minutes, you dried your tears, sniffing and taking a deep breath

"I love you, Joel, I always will, I love you very much"

• you professed your love once more, and knew it was time to go back, you didn't want to live a life without Joel anymore and yet, you couldn't give up, not when you had come so far

• your life without him was empty but as the weeks turned into months, you managed to pretend you were doing better in front of other people, and yet, every night before bed you spilled tears on your pillow and as for Joel, it took him a long time to accept he was gone and he was nothing more than just a ghost, and even if he saw the light and he could swear he heard Sarah's voice calling him, he still couldn't move on, not yet, so he would sit by your bed and touch you gently, in his ghostly touch, until he saw you had finally stopped crying and drifted off to sleep

____

[thewillofdeez]

Y'all I just watched Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island and holy shit, best One Piece movie. A+, 10/10. It was One Piece, it was goofy, it was HORROR! And that animation style!!! Thoughts under the cut with some spoilers.

Okay, this was the first thing I fixated on. I know Oda wasn't as involved in the earlier movies (this one is from 2005) but also....it does make me wonder. Also notice how the writing on the ocean is in Greek? And the tombstones were in Greek? It just gets the gears in my brain cranking about the One Piece world. Am I thinking too hard about it? Probably. Am I gonna stop thinking too hard about it? No.

I apologize for the wonky angle because I literally took pictures of my TV screen like a barbarian. But this animation style! It's so different! And this was way back when the animation style progressed to look modern, but they didn't really experiment with different styles the way we've been seeing in Wano and Egghead. It's raw and simple and sorta off-putting sometimes and I love it. And LOOK AT CHOPPER! HE'S WEARING ZORO EARRINGS ON HIS ANTLERS! He just wants to be like his big bro. 🥹

Speaking of animation! The year was 2005, I was a sophomore in high school, and the world of CGI was just batshit insane sometimes. This scene was just so cool with the weird CGI fish and the super simple line drawing of everything else.

I giggled that they literally just called the champagne Woët. But it is champagne! Which implies the existence of a Champagne region!!!!

This was some solid horror. It wasn't crazy scary, but it was deeply unsettling. The animation style was perfect for the content. And also, it was sad. I feel bad for the guy. I didn't notice at first and don't have a picture here, but the wanted poster of Omatsuri's crew is very reminiscent of the photo at the end of The Shining. And that last scene where he's talking with his crew. I just 😭.

If you haven't seen it, it's a bizarre and wonderful One Piece oddity. If you can't find it legally, get yourself a friend with a VPN in Norway who can download it for you.

[somevillainfuckery]

Hello. I exist. *insert a sad yippee*. I'm bored off my ass rn, and I wanna make smth in gacha, so ofc, I went to pinterest for inspiration. What it gave me was an OC Music Challenge, and I'm gonna try it cuz.. why not- Join me on the journey! ((credit to Lay_s cuz thats where I got it from))

My spotify playlist is a god damn mess, and I haven't paid it, so this should be fun :'D ((slight editing here uhm like I'm stupid and wasn't reading, so I didn't see the eye color part but like.. I'm not gonna change it cause I like how it turned out)) 1st Song: Cats by The Living Tombstone (OC is male then) 2nd Song: Killer by The Hoosiers (I've made male characters with ponytails plenty of times, this shouldn't be a struggle) 3rd Song: Shadow Bonnie Music Box by Dheusta (gonna pray the clothing colors won't look bad with black and- blue? purple? Ima say purple hair) 4th Song: Take a Slice by Glass Animals (dunno how the hell I'm gonna put that into a personality cuz my brain small but I'll figure it out along the way) 5th Song: Something Good Can Work by Two Door Cinema (like the last one, I'll figure it the hell out along the way) 6th song: Don't Try Suicide by Queen (guess that solves my fears from the 3rd song) 7th Song: Welcome Home a cover by Caleb Hyles (Gonna go to the comments of this challenge to see how people handled their OC names) NOW THEN- *insert the long painful process of making an OC in gacha* Hair! For some reason nothing else seemed to look right so I went with what fit best. I found it so much easier using the ponytails as back hair tho, everything in the actual "back hair" option just didn't fit right.

Now for outfit and style (yikes). Got the basic look and ofc now the colors✨ (or the lack of).. The colors I tweaked a bit cause it looked just a little too basic. I think it looks nice :)

and now some finishing touches of course (aka making them look like an actual human)✨Couldn't figure out eyes n stuff so like- I just used a random online spin wheel of c o l o r s n shit *ahem* Meet Wilhelm (or yknow, just Will)

[little-computer]

Puppy's New Muzzle

(MDNI)

[t4t, soft sad!stic fem domme x pathetic mas0chistic puppygirl sub, petpl4y, fearpl4y, snvff, n3cr0philia, s4d0masoch1sm, crying, breathpl4y, suff0cation, breath den1al, teasing, praise k!nk, fake s4fe w0rd, clicker]

"What do you think of this one?" Caretaker asked. I hadn't been paying attention because I was too busy savoring Caretaker letting me sleep with her instead of in my cage. She usually only did this on special occasions, like for my birthday. I guess she was just feeling really nice today!

"Ohhh, puppy likes that one!" I responded. She was shopping for these pretty tombstone-shaped earrings and showing me different options. Caretaker always had such pretty fashion sense...

"Yeah? Puppy likes how that type of tombstone looks?" Caretaker asked.

"Mhm mhm!" I wagged my hips. Caretaker pulled me closer and kissed me on the forehead as she put her phone away.

"Good puppy!" she encouraged. I nuzzled into her. She was treating me so well tonight... "Hey, since you've been so good lately, Caretaker has a gift for you!"

"Really?" I responded as my hip wagging sped up.

"Mhm. Caretaker thinks you'll really love it." She scooted over to the nightstand by the bed and pulled the gift out of a drawer. I sat up and tried to get a good look at it.

"Is that a new muzzle for me?" I asked excitedly.

"Mhm. Does puppy wanna try it on?" she held it up to me. I quickly nodded and she replaced my old muzzle with the new one. The first thing I noticed about it was how bulky and full it was. Puppy's old muzzle was like a frame you could see through but this one was totally solid. It was so solid that I even noticed holes on the front to breath through. "That feel snug puppy?" Caretaker asked warmly. To be honest, it almost felt too snug. It seemed to have a seal around my face that pressed down hard and the straps were tight. But puppy really didn't wanna disappoint Caretaker...

"Yes Caretaker" my voice sounded a bit muffled through the muzzle.

"I'm glad you like it, you look so adorable right now." I wagged my hips and looked up at her as she knelt beside me. "I haven't even shown puppy the best part yet. Look at this" she pulled out a small device not even the size of her thumb. It almost looked like a coin on first glance. It seemed to have a plastic basin with a single sliding switch that could toggle between two states.

"What's tha-"

Click

The switch of a servo emanated from the muzzle and reverberated through my skull -- the rest of my words didn't come out. I started panicking before I could even process what was happening. I saw her cover her mouth to hide her giggle.

"Hold your breath silly! You don't wanna be breathing in all that CO2." she teased. I did as she told me, but it only stifled the panic a little. I started to realize what was happening; the mask had sealed around my face so no air could get in or out. I desperately pawed at her -- maybe if I was pathetic enough she would help me. "Need something puppy?" My forming tears were wetting my eyes almost as fast as my underwear was getting wet. I held onto her tight and tugged at her. I wanted to whimper and beg her but nothing came out. Instead, all that energy made me start faintly bucking my hips without even meaning to.

Her expression -- which had been a kind of playful amusement -- was now more sharp and harsh. She glanced down at my pathetic air-humping, then back into my pleading eyes. "Puppy has the right idea. Don't be shy." she said, angling her thigh toward me. I needed to whimper for her so bad. I pulled myself onto her and began humping her thigh with all I could. I nuzzled and clutched her hard as my building orgasm blurred with the firestorm of panic, every cell in my body screaming for oxygen, screaming to cum. Her arms remained calmly by her sides, refusing to react to puppy.

I looked up at her expression again. Her smile was mostly gone now yet she somehow looked more turned on than I'd ever seen her. We locked eyes. She offered a grain of warmth in the form of a subtle head tilt and a slight smile at me. I was starting to get dizzy now, but I could feel the orgasm coming. "Almost there darling" she encouraged, reading me like a book. I locked my head to her chest and sobbed into her tits as I came all over her thigh.

Click

I gasp-moaned -- I could breath again. Caretaker's arm gently caressed my head as I choked out a couple sobs through my heavy breaths and the stars in my vision dissipated. "Good puppy." she comforted, gently petting me as I panted into her chest. I began to calm down a little. "You can cum really fast when you have to, can't you puppy?" she teased. I look up at her and gave her my best whimper, pleading she would take pity on me -- I didn't wanna break her rule about not speaking without permission during sex, I needed to show her I was a good puppy. Caretaker acknowledged my effort with a half smile before continuing. "Isn't it incredible they can fit Bluetooth into something this small?" she showed me the device between her fingers. I felt my legs trembling and my eyes watering at the very sight of it.

Click

Her thumb moved up a quarter of an inch and I couldn't breath again. The panic and tears returned immediately, having just barely left in the first place. I looked at her face and pleaded with my eyes. She looked down at me for a moment, drinking up my expression.

Click

"Oops, sorry puppy, my mistake." she said casually. "They really shouldn't have made the switch so small, huh?" I tugged at her and tried my hardest to whimper at her through my panting -- pleading her with my eyes to give me permission to speak. I needed to beg her to let me breath, I needed to promise to do anything she wanted, I needed to submit to her. "It's ok puppy, you can speak" she said.

I pleaded "Pl- please Caretaker, please let me-"

Click

"Just kidding" Caretaker could barely hold in her laugh. She looked down into my eyes. She tried to cover her mouth but only managed to hold it in a couple seconds. Puppy felt a droplet of spit hit my cheek as she laughed in puppy's face -- I leaked a little. "Well? What are you waiting for puppy?" Caretaker managed to get out in between laughs. She nudged her thigh forward slightly.

I smeared the cum from my previous orgasm all over myself as I desperately bucked into her thigh. With my eyes locked to hers, I non-verbally told her out badly I needed to breath, how panicked I was getting, how I would do anything she wanted me to do, anything. Caretaker smiled back at me warmly, her eyes were glistening with euphoria at the sight of my desperation. With her free hand, Caretaker guided my hand down to her cock. My eyes widened with hope at the chance to earn my right to breath.

I was getting dizzy now but I focused all I had; I nuzzled my head into her shoulder and started touching her, making sure I didn't stop humping. The room was completely quiet except for the faint sounds of friction of the sheets, the steady hum of a radiator in the background, and Caretaker's occasional giggles. Seconds passed. My tears dripped onto her neck. Desperation grew unbearable. I realized this wasn't working, I needed a new idea. I tried scooping a handful of my cum from her thigh to spread it on her cock but my hand was shaking so bad I spilled it on the bed. She laughed at that. My body screamed for air. I tried again and managed to get some of my cum onto her without spilling. I desperately stroked, praying that my cum was a worthy enough lubricant to get her off.

I looked up at her face to see if any of this was working; she was just grinning at me. She looked so turned on but I just knew that it had nothing to do with my pathetic attempts to pleasure her -- or maybe my failure was exactly the reason. She cocked her head, amused. "You can always use your safe word if it's too much puppy" she said playfully. My eyes widened with hope again -- I remembered our nonverbal safe word and began desperately tapping her stomach with my hand. I knew relief would come any second come on come on. I looked back to her face to see what was happening. Her mouth was open in playful look of shock "Aww I can't believe you actually believed that. Caretaker has to work on her sarcasm, doesn't she puppy?"

I was trembling. The desperate screams for air coming from every corner of my body were drowned out by the growing realization that Caretaker might actually kill me, that puppy had no way to stop her. The tears were flowing now -- I was so scared to die. My head was hurting so much too. I had to cum, she let me breath last time I did, it was my only hope. I focused on humping her leg but I was getting weak now. My grip on her was loosening. Fuck, maybe this was it. I limply looked back up at her, my vision only half-working. She looked right into my eyes and then past them. She was lustful at getting to watch me die.

I only had one more idea. As I looked into her thirsty eyes, I imagined her using my corpse after she killed me. I imagined how turned on she'd get fucking my lifeless head. I imagined her moans and laughs. I felt the tingle of an orgasm. I imagined her cumming inside my body, cumming harder than she ever did when I was alive. My orgasm was growing. I tried to move my hand down to help myself -- I felt so guilty, I knew it was against the rules but I was so desperate to live. I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I kept thinking to myself. Caretaker gently deflected my hand with a giggle -- I had no strength left to resist.

Focus puppy, focus. I continued weakly humping her thigh, now imagining her burying me somewhere remote, her looking down at my body splayed in a dirt hole. I imagined us both in that grave, covered in dirt, as she decides to use me one last time. I was so close, so close. My vision was cutting out now. My arm flailed for the remote -- Caretakers' arm gracefully dodged, barely even having to move. "Bye bye, puppy" she teased. Something about that was enough to send me over. My cock trembled and a few exhausted drips of cum slid down the side of her leg. "Aww, was that you cumming a second time? Soo adorable. I'm impressed you managed to pull that off at the last possible minute puppy, I really am." My muscles gave up. I collapsed against her soft shoulder. I had no strength left as the world began to fade away. "Don't worry darling, I'll put your pretty puppy corpse to good use. You were such a good pet for me. Go to sleep now baby."

[fruchtfliege]

🫡🤍🐺

please I am in a Thiam craze and NEED this

...ask from this post...

🫡 - the caretaker

“I'm fine,” Theo groans.

“Do you know the story of the boy who cried wolf? You're like the opposite. You say I'm fine and I immediately start to worry,” Liam says with a bit of sass as he bites his nails and taps his foot on the clinic's floor.

Even Deaton grins at Liam's joke because he has to admit, it's not unjustified.

Theo rolls his eyes. “You got hit by the powder too. Why aren't you getting checked out?” he throws at Liam who's standing way too close to Deaton as he checks Theo's vitals.

At that, the vet stops and turns to frown at the beta.

“Well... I was gonna. I'm just waiting for my turn.” Liam blushes under both Theo's and Deaton's unconvinced looks. “And you hit your head pretty bad, what if you got a concussion or something!”

“I'm an invincible supernatural creature,” Theo reminds them with a groan, growing more grumpy and annoyed every second he stays on the examination table.

Deaton looks into the chimera’s eyes and raising three fingers. “How many fingers am I holding?”

“Six,” Theo answers, bored.

Deaton and Liam share a look.

“I'm joking!” Theo exclaims like that was obvious.

🤍 - first chimera!liam au

“Try and get his scent,” Stiles urges him. “Get anything?”

“Well, it's a mix of honey with a bit of sweat but it's not bad, it's actually-”

Stiles punches Theo's arm a bit harsher than necessary. “Not his actual scent! His emotional state. Chemosignals!”

“Oh,” Theo says, now a bit embarrassed.

Well, Theo hasn't been around Liam all that long but there's always some kind of low rage to his scent. Even when he's happy and smiling. So he disregards that, thinking that it must be more his scent than an actual emotion that he drags everywhere.

“He's sad.”

“Wow, in a cemetery? No way,” Stiles tells him sarcastically, still so impatient. “Don't tell me. It's grief.”

“It's not grief,” Theo tells him, not fazed by Stiles' attitude. “It's uh…” Theo is puzzled for a few seconds. He's not that bad at chemosignals usually. It's one of the only shifter things where he's pretty average. Which is a good thing. “It's resentment.”

Before he can add something else, he smells the rage in Liam's scent suddenly flare up and explode into the air. Theo is shocked by it even at this distance.

Liam starts kicking the dirt furiously in front of the tombstone. Both Stiles and Theo stay silent, speechless. Even from a distance, they can hear Liam sniffing and it's clear that he's crying, passing a sleeve over his face often.

A bit more controlled, Liam takes the flowers that were on the tombstone and puts them on the one next to it, not really caring as long as they're not for this particular person anymore. And then he leaves.

They wait until Liam is fully out of the cemetery before they approach the tombstone.

Raymond Dunbar

Loving son, father, and husband

1974 - 2005

Theo does the math in his mind. He died the year Liam first left town. Where there is bright and luscious grass everywhere else, Liam's father's tombstone is barely more than dirt with pathetic patches of dry grass. Liam must come here often to make sure there's never any green here.

🐺 - stuck as a wolf!theo au

“Alright, just one final thing! No matter what… we can't let Stiles know that we're going out!” Liam says quickly as he takes his backpack, ready to go.  

“Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Liam says again, nodding at Theo with relief. “Great!”

“Are you sure?” Mason stops their “exactlyyy” moment to ask. “Maybe it would be better to come forward and-”

“No!” Both Liam and Theo exclaim at the same time.

Mason isn’t the angry type. At best, he gets annoyed and then, a few minutes later, he somehow forgets about it. Liam has always been envious of that quality. That being said, it also means that, when Mason looks at him with that peeved look, Liam knows something is definitely bugging him. That light squinting is probably the equivalent of Liam getting his claws out and growling. So he thinks about it for a few seconds. 

“Maybe after the pack meeting,” Liam suggests, trying to find a compromise.

“Yeah, like in ten years,” Theo adds with a snort. 

Liam slaps his arm but, based on Theo’s puzzled “what?”, it seems the chimera didn’t spot Mason putting his foot down. 

Mason’s intense look lands on Theo and Liam knows he’s about to get it. 

“Didn’t take you for a romantic, Raeken, but ten years? Wow, you must love Liam a whole lot to picture yourself still with him in a decade.” 

Theo doesn’t move but his face gains just enough blush for Mason to be satisfied as he turns on his heels and heads for the door.

[girl4music]

Fully listened to the new Audible series for ‘Wynonna Earp: Tales From Purgatory’. I loved it. I feel like they have the right format here. My favourite episodes were ‘I’m Not Gonna Miss You’, ‘Another You’ and ‘Biscuits’.

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!

First off, I want to say that I am kinda sad about Jeremy and Damon splitting off but then we never knew much of them anyway. I too felt it was way too soon to be u-hauling. I guess moving in together after having just met each other isn’t exclusive to lesbians. But you could tell that Jeremy was just on the rebound and that’s not healthy. Especially considering he just wanted “normal” because really… that’s such a fantasy in this weird and wacky world of Wynonna fucking Earp and Nicole learned that lesson big time in ‘Vengeance’.

But in true Emily Andras fashion - we lose one couple to gain another. A new WLW couple. More episodes with them and WayHaught showing them the ropes on how to have a decent love life in crazy, chaotic Purgatory would not be too much to ask if they continue this on.

Welcome to the Earper family London and Tess. I’m sure the fandom is working on your ship name already.

We finally got some answers on Rachel’s whereabouts during ‘Vengeance’. I still think she could have at least been mentioned though. I mean how hard was it to put in a “I hope Rachel’s having a good time in…” or just… something to that effect from her adopted parents to show us that they still gave a shit about the orphan girl.

I loved how romantic and caring Nedley was in his episode and how his wife having amnesia was the inspiration provided for Nicole to stop letting her busy work life as the Sheriff get in the way of domestic life. The honeymoon phase for WayHaught may be over but marriage requires sacrifice and compromise if it’s to last forever. You can’t take any moments for granted - bad or good - because you may find the happiest of memories get lost along the way. It was a very poignant and thought-provoking narrative and it’s probably why it’s my most favourite episode out of all 6 episodes.

I also liked that we got confirmation that Wynonna and Doc spent some time with their daughter before moving on to Dollywood and Tombstone and I like the explanation for why Wynonna felt Alice should stay with Aunt Gus and not come along with them. It made sense because Wynonna’s never been one for conventional. But I do hope if they continue this Audible series they’ll have her grow out of that chronic aversion to nesting because Alice does need her mother. Her real mother. Especially more so now her father’s not in the picture.

All in all I was satisfied with what I heard but I want more. And I want more in this format instead of on Tubi because I still do not trust them to handle WEARP well and you can’t blame me after the horrible experiences I’ve had working with manipulative streaming services.

Audible I’m a lot more lenient towards because they work with independent creators as well as mainstream creators. They’re more about the creative process and have less need to bump up business via manipulation. I’d rather Emily and Co keep working with them than Tubi but I know that the money needs to come from somewhere and Audible is not enough for this team who so graciously keep giving us more and more of their time and effort when they’re not adequately financed and funded enough to keep going with the bigger endeavours… Which is why they need Tubi.

I might be a pessimist but I just want them to be careful because the TV show/film industry is really rough these days and great storytelling always seems to suffer for it.

And make no mistake - Emily is a great storyteller. It’s just she also has to think about the business side of things too and that often means shuffling the cards where she doesn’t want them to be to pay her team. You have to be reminded that it’s not Emily that made the decision to kill off Doc. But it was her responsibility to make sure that she’s doing what’s best for her team - her work family. Nobody wants to accept these choices when they’re this hard. But they have to be accepted.

Audible provides the creative freedom Emily and Co wants but Tubi provides the financial aid to keep telling any stories. She made a smart decision going with both. It’s an executive producer and head writer’s decision as creativity and business are never really happily married. So cut them some slack and realize that this venture is something that will be an on-going process for a while.

[djfics]

Behind these Violet Eyes Arc 1 Finale

Chapter 40: The War has Begun

Summary: Aphelios and Evelynn decide to leave Valoran City to stay at Ionia along with his friends, who came to support him for his journey to his study and training to become the CEO of Kench Co.

WC: 2,279

New Character: Ethan Clipse

Song: Drivers License by Olivia Rodrigo

December 24, 4:20 P.M. - Kench Mansion

Chat:

Ezreal: Did you packed everything?

Veigar: Yes, Veigar helped me

Akali: So that's why your using his phone?

Veigar: Yep and I don't like the background 😑

Akali: Anyway, we will be at the airport at 5:00 P.M

Ezreal: And I got my fake passport as well

Akali: I have no problem with my passport since my dad is a famous surgeon

Veigar: Is it Shen?

Akali: Yep, I'll take you to him to check your injuries

Ezreal: Great 😮‍💨

Veigar: Your not the only one Ez ,Senna will join us as well

Ezreal: Yeah... Too bad Ekko and Jinx won't join us 😭

Akali: Is because they will keep an eye on Thresh and the others Ez

Ezreal: Yeah

Veigar: Veigar is calling me guys, remember the airport plan guys

Ezreal: Yep 😾

Akali: Of course 😠

-

"Are you done? I want to play my puzzle game" Aphelios throws Veigar's phone and he caught it. "HEY!! DON'T THROW THINGS P-"

"Is 'Dal' now" Aphelios looks at Veigar with a serious face and leaves. He went downstairs and saw Evelynn and Senna in their winter outfits.

"Ready to go Dal?" Evelynn asks and he nodded. "Is my mask here?" Senna gave Aphelios his mask and wore it. "Are you sure your gonna keep it on?"

"Only when I'm outside of the mansion in Ionia and private dinners," Aphelios explained, Evelynn grabbed her bag and looked at Shanon. "Keep the mansion safe and clean, Sharon."

"I will Miss Evelynn" Sharon bows at Evelynn while Veigar helped them carry their luggage.

"So...heavy..." As Veigar puts the luggage inside of the limousine, Senna went close to Aphelios and asks about the money he found with Akali and Ezreal.

"How many dollar bills did you guys counted?"

"Higher than thousand" Senna's eyes were wide open and Aphelios got on the limousine and she follows him.

"One of the limousine drivers will take the limo to the mansion after we arrive at the airport, so you don't have to worry about it" Veigar explained and turned on the limousine and leaves.

"Do you want to go somewhere you three?" Senna and Evelynn shook their heads but Aphelios nods.

"Take me...to my 'grave' Veigs"

December 24, 4:27 P.M. - Valoran Graveyard

Aphelios got out of the limousine while holding a bouquet of blue roses and saw Sett, and he hid. "Why is he doing here?" he looked at Sett, he looked so different; he had a black eye, his hair was a mess, his clothes were a mess, and his body was covered with bandages.

"Phel...I'm here, I brought some flowers as your Christmas gift" Sett holds a bouquet of red roses and place it to his tombstone. "I have to stay a little because today is Christmas Eve and I have to spend with Ma and Thresh."

"I didn't know your Thresh's son, but he told me that you two didn't get along and I understand why..." Aphelios tried his best to hold his tears, he was sad and angry at the same time. Thresh brainwashed Sett and he thinks Thresh is a nice guy, but in reality, he's cruel and evil towards him.

"I have to get going Mooncake...Thresh is going to pick me up" Sett blows a kiss to his tombstone and leaves. He saw Sett hops on to Thresh's car and drove off.

"How was the visit?"

"A bit sad...but...."

"I know....is my first time spending Christmas without him." Thresh ruffles Sett's hair and smiles. "Hope we can spend Christmas with your mom. My buildings are safe, but I'm getting high security because of the vandalize," Sett nodded while looking at the buildings.

Aphelios come out of the shadows and went to his tombstone and takes off his mask.

I know I had a dark past, but now I'm free from his shackles. He and his friends are celebrating my death, my love of my life who pledge to protect me...now he betrayed me. I was living in my fairytale world that happily ever afters exists...but not all happily ever afters ends with a good ending.

They ruined my life: Thresh, Renata, Kayn and Sett...these four will pay everything for what they've done to me. Renata for torturing me, Kayn for humiliating me, Thresh for becoming his servant and kidnap me when I was a baby and Sett...that Beast Boy Bastard who betrayed me and not protecting me from Kayn's humiliation in front of everyone.

You may have won the battle....but the war has begun.

You guys will regret for what you did to me.

I may be gone, but I'll return back stronger than ever.

Aphelios put his mask on and place the roses onto his grave and went back to the limousine and put his seat belt on. "You okay Dal?" Aphelios looked at Evelynn and he nodded. "Saw people visiting me and I hide so they won't notice me" Aphelios explained to Evelynn and she nodded.

"To the airport" Veigar turned on the limousine and drove off. Aphelios looks at a happy family enjoying Christmas Eve together and sigh.

"They're enjoying, at least"

December 24, 4:49 P.M. - Outside of the apartments owned by Sentinel Co.

"Why are we here again Kayn?"

"Because Blondie and Akali are leaving and I'm here to stop them if they leave from Valoran City" Kayn explains to Rhaast while Varus, Valmar and Kai are wrapping Christmas gifts for Naafiri.

"And who told you that?" Varus said whith a serious face. "I heard a conversation on a Café, that's all," Kayn lied to Varus , and he sighs. "Hope she likes the toy puppy that Valmar and I bought for her." Kai said while finishing wrapping the presents.

"Yeah, yeah," Kayn grunts while watching the apartment. "Hey Kayn, do you have plans for tomorrow with Zed?" Rhaast asks, Kayn ignores Rhaast question while thinking.

"Kayn, what are y-"

"Nothing" Kayn responds Varus' question while looking at the apartment. "Why are they taking so f*cking long!?" Kayn grunts, as he continues eavesdropping them.

Ezreal got out of a secret exit that Sarah build to escape from her landlord to pay the rent, and he decide to text her to say thanks.

Chat:

Ezreal: Thanks for the help Sarah!! 😁

Miss Fortune: Anytime!! have a safe flight 😊

-

Ezreal heard a motor sound and saw Akali in her motorcycle. Her helmet is a tiger shape helmet and is blue, dark blue and yellow and her motorcycle is blue with upgrades to ride on the snow.

"Is it safe to ride on the snow?" Ezreal ask, and she nodded.

"I upgraded it, Kai'Sa upgrade it," Akali explained and gave a helmet to Ezreal, which is a green, purple, black, and yellow bunny helmet. "Do you have a cat one?" Akali glares at Ezreal, and he wore it and hopped to her motorcycle.

"Akali...I'm scared..."

"Of what?" she raised an eyebrow and he makes hugging signs and she pulls out a motorcycle handle and gave it to Ezreal. "Most of my male passengers went to far on me, especially Kayn," Akali place the motorcycle handle on her abdomen while Ezreal holds it.

"Hold on tight!!" Akali turns on her motorcycle and drove off. "KAYN LOOK!!" Rhaast points at the motorcycle and Kayn throws his binoculars on the floor.

"Let's f*cking chase them!!" Kayn turns on his van and drove off and chase them. "Slow down, Kayn!! The roads are slippery and we can cause an accident!!" Varus yelled at him, and Kayn flipped the bird to Varus while chasing Akali and Ezreal.

December 24, 4:55 P.M. - Valoran Airport

Akali and Ezreal arrives at the airport and saw Kai'Sa. Her hair is purple and styled in a ponytail, purple eyes and wears a purple winter motorcycle outfit. "Kai'Sa, thank you so much!!"

"Your welcome, that's all friends do" Kai'Sa hugs Akali while Ezreal hops off of her motorcycle and took off his helmet. "Go guys!! Go!!" Akali and Ezreal ran and enters inside while Kai'Sa saw Kayn and his friends got out of the van.

"Don't worry Kali, I'll take care of it," Kai'Sa pulls out a bottle of water and pours it on the floor to make ice and leaves with Akali's motorcycle.

"There in!!" Kayn points at Akali and Ezreal and they started running until they slipped on the iced floor and fell on the floor and their faces planted on the door.

Akali and Ezreal saw Kayn and his friends down, and they flipped their middle fingers and leaves to get their plane seats. Kayn screams furiously until Kai'Sa appears. "I really had fun chatting with you, Kayn, and thank you for the coffee," Kai'Sa smirks at him, and leaves.

"You talk to Kai'Sa and she told you about them leaving!?" Rhaast yells at Kayn, and he sighs.

"I regret for doing that......"

Aphelios and everyone entered at Evelynn's Private Plane and saw how different is compare to the planes he know. "Have a seat, are you guys waiting for someone?" the flight attendant asked Evelynn until Akali and Ezreal appeared.

"Sorry...we're late...Dal..." Ezreal is catching his breath and panting. "We got important business, but we finish it" Akali said while taking a break.

"You arrived just in time, come in" the flight attendant shows Akali and Ezreal their seats. "Do you need something to eat or drink?"

"Water" they both said synchronizing to the flight attendant and she nodded. Aphelios looked at the window and Evelynn tap on his shoulder.

"Are you sure you wanna leave?" Aphelios nodded at Evelynn's question and looked at his bottle of water. "I have no choice Eve, I have to hide for a long time until I face them." Aphelios put his water bottle on the cup holder to talk in sign language.

"I have to find Yasuo, he knows about Thresh and his associates. I have to go to a new school with a new identity, I have to find allies who are not associated with Thresh, I have to train not only physical but mentally as well."

"I need to help Senna reunite with her husband, I have to find my parents and...and..."  Aphelios' hands starts trembling and starts to cry.

"Dal..." Evelynn frowns at Aphelios' suffering and decides to hug him. "Oh Eve...is too much for me...I want to end it...." Aphelios cries on Evelynn's shoulder and she comfort him.

"Your not alone Dal, you have me, Veigar, Senna, everyone will help you, now you need to take it slow and relax" Aphelios looked at Evelynn and took off his mask to dry his tears.

"Like I said, I will help you find a private professor for you, and I'll make your life comfortable, I promise." Evelynn smiled at Aphelios, and he smiled at her.

"Thanks Eve"

Attention passenger

We're going to blast off to Ionia City

Please fasten your seat belt and put

your electronics away

Have a great flight and a Happy Holidays

The plane turns on and takes rounds before they blast off. The flight attendant brought some hot cocoa in those cute Christmas mugs and gave it to everyone.

"What's your plan, Phel?" Senna asks. "We're going to visit Yasuo in his Ramen Bar in Ionia City, and he will explain about Thresh's crimes, then we're recruiting people who are not associated with Thresh, Ez, Akali and I we're going homeschooling with a private professor," Aphelios explained as Akali decides to speak.

"My father and I are planning to open a good hospital in Valoran City after I graduate from University,"

"It will take years, Akali," Ezreal said, and she nodded. "I know, Ez, but I don't want him to disappoint him, and what about you?" Akali asks Ezreal.

"I'm planning to become an arqueologist, I have some treasures that my parents have, and I'm planning to ask my friend Lux to save The Lymere Co. from bankruptcy,"

"You have a company, Ez?" Aphelios asked, and he nodded. "Yep, after my parents disappeared, I moved out from Valoran City to Piltover City with my uncle, and We both had a rocky relationship. After I graduated from middle school, I moved out from Piltover City with Vi and Caitlyn, and I met Ekko, and we became roommates, then we met Jinx, and then you, Phel," Ezreal looked at his hot cocoa, and drank it.

"I'll explain later about something, how about you, Senna?" Ezreal asks Senna, and she sighs. "I don't know... Maybe I could help you with the house chores a-"

"No, Senna, you will be trained to become a bodyguard," Senna was confused about what Evelynn said. "I don't want you to hide in the shadows, Senna, you're the light, your the Reedemer," Senna started to cry and looked at Evelynn and Aphelios.

"Thank you guys so much!!" Aphelios raised his mug and smiled at his friends.

"To our new Beginnings"

"TO OUR NEW BEGINNINGS!!"

Epilogue:

"YOU ARE SO STUPID KAYN!?"

"I'm sorry, Thresh, but Akali is too fast, and she had an f-." Thresh shushed Kayn and looked at the window.

"That's enough, we're not gonna focused on them since he's dead. More importantly, let's focused on them." Thresh pulls out pictures of Diana and Alune and shows it to Kayn.

"I sensed that they're fleeing from Valoran City to Targon, I sent someone to keep an eye on them, especially him"

"What's his name?" Kayn asks Thresh and shows a picture of a guy with tanned skin, black hair with orange and blonde streak, and orange eyes.

"His name is Ethan Clipse"

A/N: That concludes Arc 1 of Behind These Violet Eyes everyone. I already finished Arc 2, but this time with a different title, which it will reveal at the end of the Christmas special, which will be released on December 18, the chapters will be posted at 4:30 P.M., because it will be easier. It will have four Chapters only, so stay tuned.

[vanilla-phantoms]

I could be so interested in a breakdown of your playlists! I love when people tell me their Kepler thoughts :)

Hoo boy here we go (I think I will do this in three separate posts bc otherwise it will be miles long, but here’s part one)

First off, here’s the playlist again for reference:

1. Tombstone Blues by Richie Havens

This one is on his official playlist by Urbena and it really influenced some of my hcs for him. It feels like a good tone setter for the whole playlist as well as starting off chronologically with his childhood.

“Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food

I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues”

I headcanon he grew up poor with parents who were often absent and working, leading him to become very competent and self sufficient at a young age.

The verses to this song also have this sense of absurdist parody of capitalist wartime America which really fits well for his character as a whole

2. White Room by Cream

This one is also on his official playlist and I’m gonna be honest I mostly put it here for vibes. The lyrics don’t make too much sense except for the repeated train station setting. I especially like this verse for him:

“You said no strings could secure you at the station

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows

I walked into such a sad time at the station

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning”

Idk man. It just fits. There’s going to be a theme in these early life songs of restless frustration.

3. Time Bomb by Rancid

I discovered this song as a Jacobi song, but I can imagine Kepler in his mid teen years falling in with the ‘wrong crowd’ and having a rebellious phase. Once more mostly a reflection of an upbringing forcing him to grow up too fast and a restless anger from being someone very intelligent with few opportunities.

“Well, he's back in the hole where they got him living

Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives

Like a cat 15 years old, take him to the youth authority home

First thing you learn, you got to make it in this world alone”

4. King for a Day by Green Day

This is on there for gender headcanons that are very influenced by the headcanons of a friend of mine @vvarren-kepler (who will have more insightful comments about this than me). But it boils down to, Kepler is always someone who uses his image as a tool, and maybe at goddard he uses a traditionally masculine presentation to achieve a specific image and effect and because he knows life will be easier for him that way. Maybe, just maybe, when he was younger with a bit more freedom, he was a bit different.

5. Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

See my other post here for this one:

6. Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

This one is here for his recruitment into Goddard. I like to hc that Cutter recruited him himself, and so in this song Cutter is the man with the red right hand, coming to “rescue” kepler from his life with high and dangerous promises

7. The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall

This song is a fun one for Kepler in general, but like the one before the “devil” in this song is actually Cutter. This is another one I have on here for his recruitment. I really like the metaphor of goddard as something kepler “sold his soul” or his humanity to, like Lovelace points out in that one scene.

Highlighting this lyric because I can really see cutter using a “you’re just like me” kind of technique when recruiting kepler:

“I know you, I know you young man

I know you by the state of your hands

You're a six-string picker

Just as I, I am”

8. Megalomania by David Lemaitre

This is for him as he’s just joined Goddard, getting used to the cutthroat lifestyle and feeling a little out of his depth.

9. Call Them Brothers by Regina Spektor

I’ve mentioned before that I hc Kepler as having a younger brother that he was the primary caretaker of growing up but who he is now estranged from. This is the process of that estrangement. I think kepler did stick around and take care of him at least until he came of age and could take care of himself, but not for long after that. This could also be the time he decides to change his name and separate himself from his family entirely (I also hc that Kepler isn’t his real surname)

10. Glory and Gore by Lorde

This one is also on his official playlist, and I’m using it to represent his transfer from more normal work in goddard to the black-ops work he ends up leading. I think he probably didn’t start there, but it’s always where Cutter intended to put him. This lyric is one I think fits him pretty well:

‘Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay)

God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways)

Chance is the only game I play with, baby

We let our battles choose us’

[crashdevlin]

Leftoverture 5- Still a Blind Man

Author’s Note: Don’t get me wrong, I loved the finale, but I was thinking about how much I miss Dean and I couldn’t stop thinking about ways I could have him back so…I’m going canon divergent while being as close to canon as possible. ‘Cause that’s how Cassie do. Leftoverture crosses over with Crash Into Me !

Summary: Dean throws in the towel a lot faster than Sam would like. Something's not quite right about Crash giving in and Sam's going to figure it out if Dean won't.

Pairing: Dean x OFC (Crash)

Word count: 1986

Story Warnings: angst, Post-barn scene sads, mentions of major character deaths (Dean and AU!Sam), mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, memory fuckery, Chuck being an asshole, lots of pain and horribleness, mentions of brainwashing.

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Sam came into the garage as Dean pulled in, obviously expecting to welcome his sister-in-law and step-niece home. His face fell when Dean got out of the car and slammed the door.

"What happened? Where's Cassie?"

"She stayed in Florida," Dean snapped. "With Chuck."

Sam's eyes went wide. "What?"

"Yeah. Apparently, Chuck cozied up to her parents and moved into Crash's room after we let him live." Dean stomped toward the stairs. "He's been calling himself 'Erik' and got in her head about our relationship and her self-esteem has taken a dive because that's always been an issue for her and he knows exactly what issues she has 'cause he's Chuck!"

"Wait, but...but you're alive so why wouldn't she-"

"Because he made her think that we were only together because he wrote it!" He had to take a deep breath to control his emotions about it. "Which is bullshit! Chuck might have pushed her into my life, but he didn't make her the woman I fell for. He didn't...I mean, he wrote circumstances! He didn't write personalities! He didn't write the way she kissed me or how she sings or how she always puts every single person in the world in front of herself and how she never shoulda fallen for a fuck-up like me or…"

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "She told me to leave. Not even for the kid's wellbeing or to keep from having to deal with my next inevitable demise...Chuck said he was the only reason a woman like her ended up with a guy like me and she ate it up. She downed it like poison and turned in on herself immediately. It was like he confirmed every fear and suspicion she had about our relationship and it...I shouldn’t have even gone. She was better off…" Dean clicked his tongue against his teeth and started down the stairs. "Better off thinking I was dead."

"Dean, get out of the damn pity party for a minute, okay?" Sam followed him into the Bunker. "If you hadn't gone, if you hadn't let her know you’re alive, you wouldn't know that Chuck had infiltrated her life. What are you going to do abou-"

"Nothing." Dean turned in the hallway, looking up at his brother. "I'm not gonna do anything. She knows who he is and what he's done and she sent me home. She made her choice."

"Choice? What choice?"

"To believe him! To look at our whole relationship and boil it all down to one moment that Chuck created, one situation where he pushed her out of her norm, and decide that everything after that was him!" He scoffed. "Every night I laid awake thinking about her smile, every dream I had about some balance of domestic bliss and hunting with her, every song I can't listen to anymore without thinking of her, every dumb green witch or Vegas lights, frickin' Tombstone I associate with her too, but fuck, it was all Chuck, right? It was Chuck that made me fall in love with her."

His whole posture went from anger and fire to dejected and depressed. "Whatever. Chuck can have her."

"You don't mean that," Sam disputed.

Dean gave a sad smile. "You remember when she was with Mike? He would put her down, make her feel bad about herself, encourage her bad habits and self-destruction. 'Tween him and Chuck...seems like she's got a type and I'm not it." He started down the hallway toward his room. "I'm gonna go get a few hours. I've gotta be at the firehouse at seven."

"Dean. Wait a-"

"It's probably better this way. Bunker's no place for kids, anyway."

"This is bullshit," Sam growled. "You were looking for a reason not to bring her home with you!"

"She chose to stay!" Dean called back as he turned the corner. "Speaks volumes."

Sam shook his head, pulling his phone out. "I'm calling her!"

"Tell her I made it home safe!" Dean shouted before slamming his door shut.

~~~~

Sam sighed as he looked down at his phone. She didn't answer. He called four times and she didn't answer once. His sister was avoiding his calls, there was no other reason she wouldn't answer. He had to hope she would read a text.

Dean got home and said you chose to stay in Florida with Chuck and I just don’t understand why. Will you please call me back to explain this?

He set the phone on the table and ran his hand through his hair.

"I'm not sure when I'll be back," Dean said, walking into the library as he adjusted his white Lebanon Fire Department polo shirt. "But I'll bring beer when I come home."

"Dean, you can't just carry on like--like you aren't in agony about-"

"Watch me." Dean's tone was nothing more than a challenge, his face as hard as stone. "I'll be home tonight."

"He has your daughter." Sam stood and looked across the library. Dean bit his lip and looked at the floor. "Chuck has Aria. Even if you don't care about Cassie, and I know you're trying to convince yourself of that, you definitely care about what happens to that little girl. With Chuck in her life...and Mike still in her life...what do you think is gonna happen to her?"

Dean swallowed and gave his head a single shake before he started walking toward the garage. "Doesn't matter. She's not my daughter. Her step-daddy got killed saving two other little kids."

"If she's not your daughter, then I'm not your brother," Sam called after him. Dean stopped in the hallway. "Can't have it both ways, Dean. Either you are Dean, and everything that was his is yours, or you're not. You gotta make up your mind."

Sam watched Dean's shoulders tense, then release before he walked away. He scratched at his brow as his brother's form disappeared. "What do I do, Dean?" he whispered before picking up his phone and trying to text his sister-in-law again.

~~~~~~~~~

Three days of Cassie ignoring his calls and texts, and Dean ignoring that there was an issue, drove Sam to a slightly extreme option.

"Hello?" a soft, high-pitched voice answered the phone.

"Hey, Aria. It's Uncle Sam."

"I know. I saw it on the phone. Hi, Uncle Sam."

"Oh. I wasn't sure if you had my number in your contacts." He cleared his throat. "I've been trying to get a hold of your mom and she's not answering her phone. Do you know where she is?"

"She's in Erik's room. He's helping her meditate."

"She's-" Sam pushed his hair out of the way and looked around, despite the fact that Dean was out of the Bunker. "She's alone with Erik?"

"Yeah. He helps Mum meditate every day." She sighed dramatically and it almost made Sam smile. "She's weird when she gets done though. I'm sorry if that's mean to say that."

"What do you mean?"

"She walks weird and talks all slow and she's like when she drinks beers."

"Beers? Like she's drunk?"

"Yeah. Like when her and Dean would sit in the Dean Cave and have drinks and watch movies and she would get kinda wobbly but not sick wobbly? That's what she's like after."

Sam could hear worry in the young girl's voice. "Oh, okay. I'm...I'm sure that's just how the meditation is affecting her," he tried to soothe her. "She is probably just really relaxed after."

"Okay."

"Can you tell me if your mom has been acting weird other than just after meditation with Ch--Erik?"

"Um...she's dressing up a lot...and wearing makeup again, but all the time, not just when she's going out."

"Is, uh, is Erik your mom's boyfriend?" Sam didn’t want to know the answer, but he felt that he needed to know so that he could give Dean the full picture.

"I saw him kiss her."

"Right." Sam was more than a little upset that Dean's jealous assumption was right. "Um...that’s okay. Can you...do you know how to text?"

"Yeah."

"Do me a favor; if you see your mom acting really weird, text me."

"So she doesn't hear me on the phone with you?"

"So Erik doesn't hear," Sam corrected.

"Okay."

"Thank you."

"I miss Dean. Is he ever coming back?"

Sam ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "I'm working on it, sweetie."

"Okay. I hope you get him back soon. Mum isn't the same without him."

"Me either." Sam looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "I'll fix this. Just keep an eye on your mom for me, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Bye, Aria."

"Bye, Uncle Sam," she whispered before the call disconnected.

~~~~~~~~

"Dean, we need to talk." Sam had the words prepared, he just needed his brother to actually listen to them.

Dean shook his head, not looking up from his sheet of firefighter radio codes.  "Nope."

"Just listen, then." Sam sat down across from him, hoping Dean would give eye contact, but not being given the satisfaction. "I called Aria's phone and-"

Dean's eyes snapped up. "You what?"

"I called Aria's phone," Sam repeated. "And she misses you. She misses who her mom is with you. She wants to come back."

"She's a ten year old. She's fine without me."

"No, she's not. She's not fine and neither is Cassie. She's--she's weird. Aria said Cassie is weird since Chuck's been around. I think he's doing something to her."

Dean looked back down, putting back up his defenses. "I'm sure he's fucking her by now. She never has had much resistance to a guy who thinks he's God's gift and treats her like crap. This one just happens to be God."

"D-Dean, that's...what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Dean looked up with a tired expression on his face. "What do you want from me, Sam? I died. She left. Chuck got his sights on her. She moved on with him...sent me home to…"

"Did she say she moved on with him? Or did she want you to be with her?" Dean shook his head dismissively but Sam continued before he could argue. "Because Aria says Erik has been helping Cassie meditate. I think he's been fucking with her head and if I'm right, you are leaving her to be controlled by Chuck just like we were controlled our whole damn lives!"

Dean ran his hand down his face. "I don't think so. She looked clear to me. Yeah, she was excited to see me and then she lied and said that 'Erik' was just a nice guy living in her old room and then she chose to stay-"

"What if she didn't know she was lying? What if he's brainwashing her? We've seen that normal humans can do massive damage to a person's psyche with the right psych knowledge and a bit of magic assistance. Chuck would know-"

"Why would he even do that?" Dean argued. "He didn't know I was coming back, he didn't write it, so he couldn't have set this up to punish me."

"Maybe it's a power trip. I just know that this isn't just Cassie falling victim to her poor self worth. She's fallen victim to him."

"Yeah, that's a nice, convenient, coincidence, but I think you're missin' the horse for the zebra." Dean stood, snatching the paper off of the table. "She moved on. She's allowed to do that. Let 'er move on."

"I don't think I can do that." Sam stood and headed in the direction of the garage. "And I don't know how you can."

"Leave it alone!" Dean called after him.

Sam didn’t respond as he picked up his bag of clothes and tossed it in the back of the old pickup truck. He had to know, one way or the other, what the hell was going on in Walton.

~~~~~

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[sweethome-thoughts]

Songs who remind me of Sweet Home characters

(sorry it's almost only Hyun-Su and the Lee siblings bc I'm obsessed)

Keep in mind some stem from my No Monsters AU where Hyun-Su is actually HEALING 😭😭 also sharing music is pretty stressful for me so be kind please !!!!! Or I'll cry

(Some can be a bit hard to understand too but feel free to ask if you're interested IDKK I just love talking about songs linked with my special interests)

Also for the ppl who are too lazy to actually check every song manually here's a Spotify link (or just ask in dms if it doesn't work) :

Hyun-Su

-Rootless - Marina

-Suffering - Amelie Farren

-Home - Cavetown

-Exile Vilify - Portal 2

-Numb Little Bug - Em Beihold

-Miss Wanna Die - JubyPhonic (I listen to this version for the lyrics at least)

-Happy - Marina

-Bad Apple! - RichaadEB Version (there's another batch of lyrics who fit)

-I Feel Fine - The Ghost Club

-Valley Of The Dolls - Marina

-I Got No Time - The Living Tombstone (I KNOW IT'S A FNAF SONG BUT TRUST ME ON THIS ONE PLEASE)

-SAD (Clap your hands) - Young Rising Sons

Lee Siblings :

-The Last Of The Real Ones - Fall Out Boy (Always saw it as familial, not romantic !!)

-Thank You Family - Twice

-I Am Not a Robot - Marina (I put it here bc works for both of them)

Eun-Yoo :

-Primadonna - Marina

-Oh No! - Marina

-Forget - Marina

-Rule #4 - Fish in a birdcage (See it as metaphor she's not really cut out of the world but as an autistic and difficult person to get along with, her brother is the only one who really gets her)

-Yes or Yes - Twice (Honestly the lyrics don't rlly fit anything it just gives me her vibes in her little drama queen princess narrative)

-What You Waiting For - Twice

Eun-Hyeok :

-Numb - Marina

-Hit The Snooze - The Living Tombstone

-Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA

Bonus because I associate it with every of my favorite dynamics and duos from this godforsaken show :

-Feel Special - Twice

Another bonus ? I'm so kind ! Def a Sang-Wook/Jae-Heon song

-Highly Emotional People - Marina

[albaqae]

It is 12:30 in October 28th, and I just finished watching the fnaf movie and, as routine, I feel an urge to infodump :)

SPOILERS FOR FNAF MOVIE UNDER CUT!!!! Everyone who also watched it remember to correctly tag so that ppl can block it!!!

Really recommend to watch first cause it was nice to watch :) even if not PEAK storytelling IMO IMO IN MY FIRST IMPRESSION OPINION DONT JUMP ME

Ok so it was odd??? A lot of the lore kinda got messed up in translation, but I can’t help but feel so grateful anyways???

Ngl I would’ve probs shit on the movie if it wasn’t for my friend who, in a convo, mentioned how sad he was that everyone hated the red eyes cause “we’ve been waiting so long, why does it matter they got red eyes?”

Bc of this I gave it a shot, and it was not bad.

I was scared of how it’d turn out just bc the fnaf lore is SO much that even SCOTT HIMSELF doesn’t know where we at, but for the amount of info they were dealing with, they decided to kinda maneuver in their own iteration of it (imo) which wasn’t completely hate-able and I think it was a pretty good course of action

I liked references to the og lore (

-Vanessa’s coma at the end

- how foxy is the most OUT TO GETCHA

- the afton death scene was PEAK IMOOO “I always come back” like mk girll 💅

- also the whole set was actually fire

- telephone guy even if he wasn’t red ;(

- constant mention of exoskeletons and spring trap mechanisms

- BALLOON BOY THE ONLY THING THAT ACTUALLY MADE ME JUMP

- ITS ME WRITTEN IN THE WINDOW YESSSSSSSAAAAA

- the children inside the suits detail had me like YESSS

- funky electricity

- BALLPIT SCENEEE

- the bite even if it was her whole ass fucking torso

- the cupcake cool

- Vanessa inclusion and her relation to afton

- etc other things I can’t remember)

ALSO MATPAT CAMEO????? HELLO???????? ITS JUST A THEORY???? I also found out my brother does not know who he is and that was SAD. It’s ok ima show him tmrrow :D

Also also the effort put into the ACTUAL ANIMATRONICS, I was actually so shocked I was so ready to just accept it was all gonna be sfx and green ppl but they actually BUILT it, and that materialization just made it that much better for me like watching it and realizing wo man this is insanee

Just thinking how it was such a tiny project and then it just BOOM and here we are???? Omaiga. It rlly motivates u to get out there, no?

I loved them pushing the boundaries of where the animatronics could go w golden Freddy, even if he got me SO confused lore wise like wait y r u here? same for the weird kill freddy mask like hello???

IT MADE ME SO HAPPY HAVING THE TOMBSTONE SONG THEREEEEE YIPEEEEE

Music wise it was so cool too like it was pretty preppy and happy like kids parties and even in normal scenes (e.g. him picking up sleeping pills) it kept the mood up

I didn’t like the career dude being afton, but he was suspicious and i knew smth was gonna happen so ig not out of the blue, but I do like how it kinda went full circle

I am still confused abt Vanessa, but not overly so it’s ok

I actually cried when Abby and the animatronics became friends I was so happy, it got taken away but alas it is fnaf :)

We love the undiagnosed PTSD of the characters

I was bummed when it didn’t close out w the scene where the animatronic heads where no longer have a light behind them (meaning they’ve moved on) I honestly think it would’ve been such a COOL way to close it out but I was not the producer and maybe they plan to continue it??? Continue the curse of too much lore??? That’d be hilarious actually

I’m sad abt how dirty michael gets done through most of the movie like hes just doing his best stopppp

It’s just first impressions, and I’m VERY outdated w the lore, but I like ranting and tumble lets me so I do it :) lmk ur thoughts too!!!!

[ms-scarletwings]

Woopsie, I Put Too Much Effort Into A Character Song Playlist (Zib)

Just showing off some contextual brain worms. Feel free to toy with it as hyperfix fuel, art/fic ideas, a discussion starter, or just to know what’s been rattling around in my ears lately. Addition suggestions welcome. No particular order to arrangement.

Breakdown/Preview below:

Outer Science, English Ver. [Kuraiinu]

Song artist: Jin (covered by Kuraiinu, English lyrics by Kuraiinu)

Fact of fun: The story told in the original song is part of a whole rabbit hole of a work, the Kagerou Project. Outer Science is specifically about one very bad ending out of a huge branch of connected timelines and possible “routes”.

Sorter’s note: This badass track is a huge favorite of mine both with and without even considering this character list, but holy shit did I find it appropriate for this purpose- from the action, the vibes, and especially for it to center around another villain as utterly maniacal as the star of the list. In my little headspace I love to imagine it mostly addressed from Zib’s perspective toward our main timeline’s Dib.

Sample lyrics:

[Does it matter when you, will soon awaken anew

That I’m reveling in every suffering just like a demon?

“Ahh why! No! Why!” you howl and cry

“I never wanted this” you lie..!

Look into my own eyes, there lies your fate and demise

And I know there another fated eloquent master awaits]

[Ahh, not enough, I can’t evade the desire

To eat up their darkened hearts upon the pyre

Taking ahold of every one of their lives

I’m buried in their eyes

Ahh, it’s also in you, deep down inside

The power bigger than them all, Combining Eyes..?

Yes, within this sad tragedy

You are the “queen”]

[How pitiful to live and die

Time and again you all defy

Though it will end the same, you keep resetting the game

Remiss and pain all aflame

Crying, howling, ever writhing]

Broadcast Illusion

Song artist: GHOST & Pals

Fact of fun: This is effectively a remake of one of GHOST’s earlier works, “Colorbars” and was the last song released as part of their Communications project before the series cancellation.

Sorter’s note: With the instrumental stylizations and dark themes of this piece outright, I hope my associations with the favored freak become self evident.

Sample lyrics:

[We’ll wake up in a singular reality

The death of a nation

A toxic reaction

So scream and shout, make a whole lotta noise

Don’t be afraid, let the night run out

Well, after all, it’s a television show

A telecast promoting vertigo]

[A moment in time to reconcile

Came a little too late, and now it’s gone

A moment in history

Produced by the broken and thrown away

And I’m already here

For you to see, for you to see, to see you

I’ve always been here]

Goodbye Moonmen

Song artist: Ryan Elder (Cover by Shadyvox)

Fact of fun: It’s generally accepted that this song was composed in a way to parody/tribute the musical style of David Bowie

Sorter’s note: I felt this one fitted Zib to the point of comedy. The original context of the song was literally about a universe-wide genocide with xenophobic motivations. To me this might as well have been going through his head in canon had he gotten his way.

Sample Lyrics:

[The worlds can be one together

Cosmos without hatred

Stars like diamonds in your eyes

The ground can be space, space, space, space, space

With feet marchin' towards a peaceful sky

All the moonmen want things their way

But we make sure they see the sun

Goodbye, moonmen

You say goodbye, moonmen

Goodbye, moonmen

Goodbye, moonmen

Oh, goodbye]

Final Transmission (Remix)

Song artist: Remixed by The Living Tombstone

Fact of fun: The original version was by Temporal Walker & Voodoopony

Sorter’s note: Delicious Title. Pretty darn catchy on its own. Trippy AND sad when you think about it for too long.

Sample Lyrics:

[He feels it in his stomach and in his bones

The weight is lifted now, he's never going home

Drifting in silence, now he's all alone

Difference is that now, there's no need to atone

Spaceman, that's what they said he was

Head up in the clouds, he never put up a fuss…]

[Eyelids getting heavy, sleep it off now kid

Everyone now knows exactly what you did

Go on, finish up the fuse that you lit

It doesn't matter now, cause we'll see you in a bit

Tapestry of nightlights above and below

Sanity coiled tight, the Earth he'll out grow

Amnesty a slight, too late to forego

Vanity benight, all to do now is let go]

Control

Song artist: Halsey (pitch edit presumably by Lunarex)

Sample Lyrics:

[I paced around for hours on empty

I jumped at the slightest of sounds

And I couldn't stand the person inside me

I turned all the mirrors around

I'm bigger than my body

I'm colder than this home

I'm meaner than my demons

I'm bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"

I can't help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?

I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head

They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead]

Bacterial Contamination [Bookiezz]

Song artist: Kanimiso-P (covered by Bookiezz)

Fact of fun: The original music video with Hatsune Miku is super famous for good reason, and it’s actually a terrifying piece of art. The song by itself carries a really sad story involving themes of alienation, the vicious cycle of bullying, and possibly suicide, depending on how you interpret its ambiguous ending. There’s also a lot of body horror in the fashion of arthropod imagery, and that’s neat. This pick happens to be my favorite version of it, something about the part with the laughter still gives me actual chills.

Sorter’s note: I’m keeping it a secret for now what segment of the song I’m referring to but I actually started working on storyboarding for a brief animation of Zib to an audio snippet earlier this month.

Sample lyrics (approx. translated):

[Bacterial Contamination

You're not worth believing in my mind

Recently my "common sense" has corroded

I can't even hold my purity

The contamination is spreading

You’ll want to become stronger

Even if I barely survive

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts]

[My contamination has healed

I’ve been starting to feel much better

All because I transmitted it to her

Aha Aha Aha AHAHAHA…

Bacterial Contamination

Everyone's infected wounds keep bleeding

Killing themselves from contamination

They can't even die with grace now

The contamination has spread

None of you are here; you're dead in my mind

I'm eventually alone

It hurts (x13)]

The Distortionist -

Song Artist: GHOST & Pals

Sorter’s note: Oh hey look, a ditty specifically about gaslighty, abusive assholes for the self loathing bug bastard that started his own cult.

Sample Lyrics:

[Surely you can see the problem

I don't wanna lose my own reflection

A deplorable perception of me

Was none other than an image of you

You're making a wreck of broken glass and leaving me a fuckin' mess!

Bending light in a way that shows exactly how the story goes]

[In all this madness, it's madness

Oh-ho, it's sickening, it's sickening

You know it's unfair, it's unfair

How you distorted my reflection

You know it's too late…

You're lost in a world of funhouse mirrors, twisted for eternity

Bending light in a way that shows refraction of hypocrisy

Whimsical, dear, your lies are clear, now, who the hell would've ever guessed?

Play my games and abide my ways, there's no way you can compensate]

CORROSION

Song Artist: R.I.P.

Sorter’s note: I’m just gonna let “I've lived in fear my whole life; I'll give you a taste, you can't change my mind” speak for itself. This is one of the more tragedy flavored ones.

Sample Lyrics:

[Don't you know? I'm truly evil, and

Everybody 'round me's dropping dead!

Overflowing, oddly gleeful, and

You're all blue and cold, yet painted red!

Undergone drastic changes

Oh, it's the only thing that's left for me

All along I've known it's wrong

But I can't fix what I am

It's all I know

Low and behold!

I'm truly evil, and

You're a person standing in my way!

Have I shown I can be lethal

I'll leave them all to rot and to decay

Hold on tight, it will be painful

Oh, it's more than your weak mind can conceive

You're all blind, I'll take what's mine

Oh, I wish I could restrain

It's all I can be]

Wake Up!

Song Artist: Oomph!

Fact of fun: The German version of this song goes really hard too.

Sorter’s note: This one was selected more to reflect the broader nature of the Zimvoid and the hierarchy itself.

Sample Lyrics:

[Got no time for waiting

Got no time to waste

Everywhere machines here

Set a deadly pace

Got no time for questions

You have work to do

Got no time to stand now

If you stop, you lose]

[Your life is seeping through your fingers like sand

And time, it flies like the wind

You run in circles and you're losing your mind

But all you want is to win

Just breathe in

Then breathe out

Wake up! Now you're stuck in this game

And even if you run, the score is the same

Wake up! Now you're stuck in this game

You're just stuck in this game]

Confrontation

Song Artist: Frank Wildhorn, Et al.

Fact of fun: yeah yeah it’s from that Jekyll and Hyde Musical. The one people been making animatics of forever and they had every right to be because it’s still good decades later.

Sorter’s note: A little red meat for some of you who like to toy with the two minds, one body idea/headcanon, or your cute little corruption arc narratives.

Sample Lyrics:

[This is not a dream, my friend

And it will never end!

This one is the nightmare that goes on!

Hyde is here to stay,

No matter what you may pretend,

And He'll flourish, long after you're gone!

Soon you will die, and my memory will hide you!

You cannot choose but to lose control.

You can't control me! I live deep inside you!

Each day you'll feel me devour your soul!]

Amygdala’s Ragdoll -

Song Artist: GHOST & Pals

Fact of fun: For some reason the chorus of this caught on as a little animation trend once. Think they dubbed it the Trypophobia Meme. If I do actually ever do something with it myself, I know I’m not calling it that.

Sample Lyrics:

[Today something changed

I figured it’s true

The frontal lobe placed me behind my own strings

‘Cus I defy the way the game works

I’ll say it again, I’m only getting worse]

[Say we take what had been torn apart

Say we mend any patchwork discord

Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer

Waiting for the world to burn

So, One two three, and we’ll tie the tourniquet

Larvae eating away at everything

Word goes ‘round, I’m the trypo-puppeteer

Laugh along, I’m spreading holes

Now I know this has always been my fault

and I can’t inhale anymore]

Honorable Mentions:

• C e n t i p e d e by GHOST & Pals, omitted for personal and practical reasons.

• Honey I’m Home, another GHOST hit, omitted because most of my Zib association with that goes along with my personal “darker harvest” theory/headcannon

[squeakyfir]

I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

Description:

The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 20

Previous ~ Next

For so long, you didn't know what to do with your life and just went along with a lot of things without putting too much thought into the little things. But after years of being in the past and having so much happen was a real life expierence that flipped your whole world upside down. But now, you felt so empty inside. After the Vendetta ride ended, Doc wanted to settle down with you and continue his poker playing and drinking, much to the disapproval of you. Docs tuberculosis was getting worse and worse as time went on, to the point that he had to get treatment. After fifty-seven days of Doc staying in the Glenwood Springs Sanatorium, you could feel death was close by. You and Wyatt were once again entering inside to see Doc.

You had a dark feeling that this may be the last time you'll ever see him. Wyatt could feel your nervous energy and gave you a reassuring look. Even though you've became a very tough woman and lost some of your innocence, he still held onto his promise. The promise that he, Doc and his brothers made years ago. Protecting you at all costs. That promise definitely had something to do with you still keeping some innocence. As you and Wyatt walked down the short hallway, the last bed had Doc laying there, looking lifeless with a priest standing beside the bed, praying for him.

As you both approached the bed, the priest gave you both a sad look and shook his head. It was time. Both you and Wyatt sat down which got Doc's attention and he opened his eyes. "Hello, Wyatt. Darlin'. Father Feeney and I were just investigating the mysteries of the church of Rome. It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds".

"You're no hypocrite, Doc" Wyatt replied. "You just like to sound like one. I brought you somethin'". Wyatt was carrying a small book and slipped it underneath his hands for him. "Well, let's see" Wyatt said as he then opened a drawer in a dresser that was next to the bed. "Where are we today? I'm $17 down to you. Two bits a hand, stud"? Wyatt then pulled out a small deck of cards. "You both keep comin' back here. I told you both not to, and I meant it" Doc said.

"You and (y/n) are the only people I can afford to lose anymore" Wyatt replied which made you and Doc look to him. "How we feelin' today, Doc"? You then felt Docs hand gently grasp your hand.

"I'm dyin'. How are you"?

"Pretty much the same".

"How are you, darlin'" Doc asked you. You didn't want to think about the fact that Doc was indeed dying but there was no way to avoid it. "Sad" you said quietly but loud enough for him and Wyatt to hear. "So now we add self pity to our list of frailties-"

"Alright, Doc" Wyatt said quickly. "Alright, how many cards do you want"?

"I don't want to play anymore" Doc replied a bit sadly. Wyatt looked saddened by that but still asked, "How many" and placed some cards in Doc's hands. "Damn you" Doc said. "You're the most fallible, stubborn, self-deluded, bull headed man I've ever met in my life".

"I call" Wyatt said amd checked Doc's cards after showing his hand and said that Doc won. "Yet with all, you and (y/n) are the only people in my entire life who ever gave me hope". You and Wyatt felt surprised by this but for the both of you, it was also sad. "I thought I was in love once. My first cousin. She was 15. We were both so".

"That's good, Doc" Wyatt said. "That's good but you still have (y/n)".

"What happened" you asked.

"She joined a convent over the affair. I thought she was all I wanted, but I have you, darlin'". Doc very weakly tried to reach for your hand but you gave it to him so he wouldn't have to reach. "Wyatt, what did you want"?

"Just to live a normal life".

"There's no normal life, Wyatt. There's just life. Now get on with it".

"Don't know how".

"Sure you do. Say goodbye to me. Go grab that spirited actress and make her your own. Take that beauty and run, and don't look back. Live every second. Live right up to the hilt. Live, Wyatt. Live for me". You were having tears forming in your eyes and stray tear fell from Doc's eye. "Darlin'"?

"Yes"?

"Stay beside me. I want to spend my final seconds with you".

"Of course".

"Wyatt? If you were ever my friend, if you ever had even the slightest feelin' for me, leave now. Leave now, please"? Wyatt didn't want to leave his best friends behind but knew that Doc was right. Sadly, Wyatt stood up slowly but you released Doc's hand to grab Wyatt's shoulder. "Wyatt"? Wyatt looked to you and awaited to what you had to say but you quickly enveloped him in a strong hug, to which he didn't hesitate to return. "Remember what I said you and me are" you asked while crying.

"How could I forget? You and me... besties forever". When you both let go, Wyatt gently wiped your tears away and said this powerful message. "I lived through many dangerous things and met many strange people, but you (y/n)... your the best, strange and dangerous thing I've ever met. If we ever meet again, my promise will still live on for you". You smiled at him and he couldn't help but caress your cheek so delicately which was a nice action. You sat down beside Doc and you both looked to Wyatt. "Thanks for always bein' there, you two".

You both nodded and then Wyatt left you two alone. "Darlin'"?

"Yes"?

"I thought about your offer. Seein' the future".

"And"?

"I wish I could've seen it but I have the best thing the future could provide. You". Hearing that made you smile and you placed your hand on his arm. Doc smiled to you and finally said the statement you've been longing to hear from him. "I love you, darlin'". That statement blew your heart up in happiness and with tears in your eyes, you replied with, "I love you too! I always will"! Doc still smiled and without hesitation you leaned down and shared a tender kiss with your soulmate and you could tell he enjoyed every second of it. The kiss ended too soon but that was only because life was slipping away from Doc. Doc took a moment to look at his feet and said quietly, "I'll be damned. This is funny". It was then that Doc went still and a final breath was released from his lips and his body went cold. "Doc? DOC!? DOC"!!!!

You rested your head on his now cold arm and sobbed helplessly but something felt odd. It was as if you were floating and time stood still. As you continued sobbing, the hardness of the wooden seat was replaced with a soft and warm surface and Doc's arm was replaced with a pillow. Time had advanced. You were no longer in the 1880's... you are back in 2021.

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That's right, a small crossover between The Doctor and Yuumori. As I said, I'm not fluent in English, so I threw everything into the translator. So it must be a mess, or not. I'm going to put it in my native language, usually when I read fanfics I activate the browser translator and it works really well, it probably works with portuguese too, right…enjoy! I accept comments and constructive criticism Words:2251

The gravel crunched under his feet as he walked through the vast cemetery. His fists were clenched as feelings of anger and sadness consumed him, John was tired. Why was Sherlock so difficult? What was his problem? Was it so bad to worry? As these questions ran through his head, memories of the morning came back to him. The fight was heated, similar to the day they traveled on the train, when he was accused of murder. Of course he was still very grateful that Sherlock and Mr. Moriarty had investigated and, thanks to their strangeness, managed to clear him. The argument came back to him clouding those memories. Why was it so bad that he worried about his friend's well-being? He was a damn doctor! His job was to take care of others. The cold words, the indifference, Miss Hudsson threatening to throw them down the stairs and the door slamming, everything came back like a flood causing some tears to well up in his eyes and run down his face.

Looking around, Watson began to pay attention to the place. The cemetery he was in was quite famous in London. The tombstones side by side, the freezing fog and the angelic statues brought a frightening and funereal air to the place. With a start he felt his pockets feeling for the keys. They weren't from the apartment, in fact, they were in the possession of the last client Sherlock served. The man was strange, he looked like he hadn't slept in days, he had a paranoid attitude, he was always looking around and seemed like he wanted to immediately run away from the place, the guy was overcome with fear and his name was Arnold. He looked at that key as if it were a curse, as if all evil was embedded in those keys. He asked Sherlock for help. He accused him of being in danger and that he was being followed, furthermore, Arnold blamed the keys. When Sherlock, finding the conversation completely boring, asked if he had any idea why, or who he was, Arnold simply replied: — I found this key in an abandoned house. I admit I went in to see if there was anything of value. The place was strange and dark. But, worse, those keys were left in the middle of the room, I thought they belonged to a room and I searched the house, however, I didn't find anything. —And what's the problem, Mr.Arnold?-John asked curiously, in fact it seemed like he was the only one interested in the pair. —When I went to leave the house there was an angel, there, standing in the middle of the door. It felt like I had committed the biggest sin in the world, because he hadn't been in that place before. — An angel? Like a statue? Did someone put a statue in the middle of the room?- Sherlock asked. — I don't know. It must have been, - after a pause he continued: - There are angels following me detective, and it's certainly the fault of that key. I've tried to get rid of it, but it always comes back. I can't have this.

Mr. Arnold's despair was so great that it made John anxious, a feeling of unease came over him at that moment. "If that works, you can leave it here." Sherlock declared uninterested. A look of astonishment crossed the man's eyes before he deliberately threw the keys onto the table. After that, an exchange of looks began until Arnold stood up and said goodbye. After a while John tried to look for him, but in vain. He disappeared, nothing at home, work or family.

Jonh walked again and observed the place with the key in his hand. A chilling sensation passed down his spine, he knew that feeling. He spent too long fighting in the war to recognize that feeling….someone was following him. Ignore or face? Could it be that he was another one of Sherlock's enemies? Was Mycroft trying to prank him again? Looking back, just to be sure, he saw no one. But besides being a doctor, John was a soldier, and like a good fighter he kept looking, looking for details… and was it his imagination or had the statue moved? Of course it was impression, that was impossible! Walking again, at a faster speed, the sensation returned. He turned around again and what he saw left him in shock. It wasn't possible, it was unreal. Jonh's blood ran cold, it felt like his entire body was paralyzed…years of combat hadn't prepared him for what was ahead of him. That statue, the damn statue that was at least 20 tombstones away…now it was ten feet away from him…surely it moved. It wasn't his imagination, and Arnold certainly wasn't crazy. What to do? Did she pose a danger? Absolutely, look what happened to that poor man…he even disappeared. What to do? What to do? The army never talked about it. What to do? What to do?

— Don't take your eyes off them, they move when we're not looking. With a start, Jonh turned his head and saw… a man. He wore strange clothes and his hair was a mess, and he wasn't looking at Jonh…he was staring…at that statue. — W-what? — What's your problem? - asked the man - I told you not to look away and the first thing you do is look at me? Look at her….my eyes are already burning. — B-but I…. — Listen, I really want to blink. I can explain to you what is happening, but I need you to look at her….after all, your species only needs their ears to understand what is said — H-How? — Look at her! This angel isn't even that ugly. Jonh quickly moved away from this guy and, consequently, from the angel. He had the opportunity to observe him better, as previously said his clothes were strange, he certainly wasn't from here. Was he a foreigner? He definitely had an accent. — You know, if I didn't have to stare at this damn angel I'd roll my eyes. — I don't understand. What is happening? What does that mean? — You have a key, right? John nodded, but blushed with embarrassment when he remembered that the man couldn't look at him, so he mumbled a somewhat suspicious "yes". — Excellent. See, it belongs to me, this key. And these beings, these statues, know this. They are following you to get it. Being sincere? I'm surprised I arrived on time. —Did you arrive on time? Like this? What would have happened to me if you hadn't "arrived on time"? -he questioned exasperatedly. — Well, counting on the fact that you were alone and are easy prey…they would catch up to you, send you to another time and absorb your energy until you die…and of course, most importantly, they would take my key.- replied the man, with a tranquility that John found frightening

—Are you serious? No of course not. This is crazy! Another time? Statues that move? Absorb energy? This is crazy! You're making this all up- he was losing control…- this is all a trick…a fabrication. — Look, whether you think it's true or not is up to you, but if you're going to run away… can you at least give me my key? - he asked seriously - or better yet… deal with her… her it goes to you first. — What? He didn't even have time to blink, that statue… that thing moved towards him so quickly that he didn't even notice it. But the worst thing was the position, it looked like she was ready to attack… with her angry face, showing her claws and teeth… the opposite of a funereal face previously shown. With fright John stumbled on his feet and almost fell….he was scared. — I'm trying to help. This is a powerful and dangerous being, and she will follow you until she gets this key. I promise to help you. Look at her and give me the key, I promise to solve this.- he declared seriously Tremblingly John handed over the keys, it's not like he had many options. Even if it was a lie, he still didn't know how that man was setting everything up. — Thanks! -he left with a smile. — Hey! Where are you going? Don't leave me here!-He didn't dare look away…but his eyes were already burning.- Please, explain this to me. Sir?

How long had he been looking at that hideous figure? His eyes were burning… his stress was returning, sweat began to pour out and the cold began to penetrate his skin. The adrenaline was in full swing. What if he blinked? Would he really go somewhere else? Or was it just a prank? Before his mind finished confabulating his theories he heard a strange dream behind him. Did it look like a sign? Has he never heard anything like that? Should he see it? A light began to shine…he knew it, something began to illuminate the place…only revealing even more frightening characteristics of that being… — Wow…you really obeyed me.- exclaimed the man behind him.- let's get out of here, take a few steps back. I'm going to get you out of here.

— W-what? Like this? Did you bring a carriage? I didn't hear horses…..just a strange sound…- questioned John, damn…his eyes were watering…he needs to.. — You can blink, I'm keeping an eye on her, don't worry. John wanted to cry with relief. Turning around he found the man and a police box? Was that what made that noise? Like this? How did she get here? —I know what you're thinking…and believe me, it's better than a carriage. Get in there, trust me, I'll be right behind.- he declared calmly John looked and looked, how would they fit in there? But do you want to know? He lived with a drug addict who solved crimes by looking at a strand of hair and a grain of sand. There was a statue behind him and a mysterious man behind a key… what was another oddity for his portfolio? He entered….and left. What was that? Bigger inside? What were all those things? He looked to the side…that man was still staring at the angel, and that statue was ready to grab him, it seemed like he was waiting for the slightest bit of carelessness. —Got scared? It happens, don't worry… cultural differences, that's all. - he stated calmly - come on, you can come in. “How can I trust that?” he asked.

— I came back to get you, didn't I? - declared the man clearly - You know, they once told me…."what's a fart when you're all shitty?" What do you have to lose? You don't live long even then. — First, what do you mean? How come we don't live long? Our medicine is very advanced. Second, what kind of saying is that?-John could feel a drop forming on his head. "Well, whatever. Either I die here, or I'll die by my side Sherlock, either way…it's not like I expect to live long anyway." He entered. — Did you see? It wasn't that difficult.- the stranger happily declared, while walking backwards, and after his entry the door closed. Finally John felt minimally relaxed, at least that statue wouldn't come in. It's not like he could celebrate much, soon deafening knocks started on the door, it sounded like a hailstorm. — Well, they don't give up… very well, let's get out of here - he argued quickly. — Wait, where are we going? - asked Watson as he ran towards the man, who was in the center of the room, pressing several buttons that he would like to stay away from.

— I'm going to take you home, but first I have to talk to a friend. What do you think Dr. Watson? Would you like a quick adventure? - he declared absently, but there was a touch of nostalgia that John managed to capture. — Where are we going? Is very far? — No, it's not, it's very close. Right here in London- he pulled a lever, and the knocking increased- only 210 years in the future. It's close, what do you think Doctor? Shall we?- did this man always smile like that? In some ways he reminded me of Sherlock, he was eccentric and confident, just like him. Perhaps because he remembered his friend, he made the craziest decision he had ever made, after sharing the apartment with the detective. — Are we going to be late? — Not at all, it won't even look like you left. - He pressed a button and the ship started to shake, were they moving? But wait! He forgot a critical detail. —Wait! What is your name? — My name? Well, I'm The Doctor! - he exclaimed with conviction — Doctor? Is this your name? Doctor?- he asked in shock, was that possible?- What kind of name is that? — Huh, what's the problem? My name is as normal as any other. I am The Doctor and I will always be The Doctor. — Well…- after all that, who was he to question? Angels? Time travel? A guy called The Doctor was the least of his problems-I'm Watson, John Watson. — I know.- and again that man, The Doctor, smiled