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i hope when u see a tomura post yall think of me gang 💔
#mentally i have fans... NOT DELUSIONAL !!!#<--- lie#posting ts like im not an unknown fart OHHH SOMEONE DECAY MY ASS#icl ts ts pmo sybau 🥀🥀🥀#shigaraki#miwo yaps abt shigs
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Must be incredible to live billions of years as a string of numbers and loose atoms and one day you can stand in the dirt and feel the sun on your face
#literally no fucking wonder Dutch doesn’t want the world to end#the body snatching element not withstanding#ocs#thoughts#dutch posting#ts#horror in a way#what if the only way you could actually be Alive was to wear the body of something that will never be alive again#something that will never decay because the radiation that it’s been exposed to will never decay#wow!
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here's the loyalist version btw: https://www.idrlabs.com/space-marine-chapter/test.php
“I can’t decide what to paint my Chaos Space Marines as. Oh hey, a CSM Personality Test, that may help.”

Shit.
#80% death guard crazyy i just like the concept of death and decay#salamanders being tied with blood angels is interesting though considering i haven't read that much about them#i've taken this quiz before (when i first got into 40k) and actually got TS as my highest instead of a tie loll#wh40k
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summary: After the chaos, the war, the downfall—Optimus Prime settles down with a human for a small chat. ANGST!!
a/n; ts is me dealing w academic stress, i listened to The Winner Is... by DeVotchKa on loop while writing this -- not proofread, very self indulgent
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They won.
The Decepticons achieved what they wanted.
—Lo and behold, the final living Prime, Optimus, and the final Autobot, who is but moments from the waning of his restless spark. Forsaken and abandoned underneath the rubble, the destruction of Earth surrounds his decaying body, over and under and—
"Optimus?"
A small voice. The gnawing quiet is more than enough for such a low call to be heard. Howbeit, Optimus Prime always listens.
But he feels as if he cannot speak. Cannot move. Cannot see. Baby blue optics diminishing with each passing second. His frame, panels, and seams—beaten down mercilessly by gray hands that presently haunted him with their lingering, bitter touch. Almost painful. Almost.
"Optimus Prime."
The voice repeats. Much more firm, this time, but gentle all the same. Prime finally realizes — this soul is unfamiliar. He does not recognize the sound, the pitch, the tone, the spark. They — They cannot be Primus, could they? One of the 13 Primes, perhaps? Has he finally —
"That's what he called you. I hope that's okay," they mutter, a meek crack in their voice.
Ah. That is a human being.
Strange.
But miraculous.
A human still stands.
His spark flickers delicately.
Optimus wants to move.
"You failed," the human says oh-so-quietly, as if they did not want him to hear — but he does, anyway. They are the only thing he is paying attention to now. "My family... friends... humanity... gone. Earth is nothing now."
And yet, his grave will be the Earth.
"...I'm dying, too."
Upon those words, his optics forcibly brightens. He is still functioning — maybe he can still — the last of the human race — he can — he must — he needs —
"Optimus, stop. I can see you struggling. Just... stop," they sigh. Defeated.
He cannot —
"It's not your fault, Optimus. I'm not blaming you. Not at all. Never."
His engine whirrs so, so weakly.
"Orion."
It was not the human who spoke.
"Orion Pax." His voice sounds, creaking and strained, from the core of his spark. Close to incomprehensible.
A patient pause.
"Orion," the human repeats. "Orion Pax. Thank you."
". . . 'sorry."
"I understand that you mean that. Thank you."
He does not respond.
"Thank you."
"..."
"..."
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btw my bad if this is lowkey ahh my tears blurred the words i couldn't see wtf i was writing
also i imagine the human bleeding stuck under a fallen building 🤩🤪
and i know it's unlikely to have megatron not BE there with optimus as he dies but let's imagine that he doesn't even ACTUALLY want to watch him die but idk LMAO
#transformers#transformers x human#transformers x reader#not romantic tho#optimus prime#tf optimus prime#tf orion pax#optimus x reader#orion pax#more like miserable#transformers optimus#optimus prime x reader
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TSAC: Greetings, Three Signals! My name is Three Stars Above Clouds.
As I am sure you are aware, the integrity of the global broadcast network is decaying as time progresses. I recognize that there is a limited amount of time that we iterators have before long-distance communication becomes impossible. Thus, I have decided to make an effort to get to know my fellow iterators before I lose the chance.
Now, the primary reason for my contact: I became curious to investigate your broadcast frequency after it appeared on the long-range communications channels.
Your broadcast signature appears to match some of the data stored within my personal archives. I believe I may have recordings of some of your musical broadcasts, though I was unable to locate the source until now. I am glad to have identified their originator!
I will admit that I have only a passing familiarity with the arts; my expertise lies elsewhere. However you appear to be quite knowledgeable about cultural matters of a musical nature, and I am eager to learn more about areas of study outside of my own personal research.
I have some questions about your work, if you would not mind me asking. Do you have any favorite musical compositions, or perhaps some that are important to your research? I also wonder, is your work primarily curatorial, or have you created any original compositions of your own?
I appreciate your efforts in the realm of data preservation and dissemination; I believe such actions are quite valuable to the wider iterator community, especially during these times of looming isolation.
This broadcast is becoming quite long, so I will end my message here. I await your reply; may the Cycles be kind.
@threestarsaboveclouds
(ooc: WOW sorry this got long lol. In this post from a while ago TSAC mentions that they have some iterator songs archived, and I had that in mind when formulating this message https://www.tumblr.com/threestarsaboveclouds/758086912710000640)
TS: [ HELLO, THREE STARS ABOVE CLOUDS! PLEASE, EXCUSE MY INCONVINIENT WAY OF COMMUNICATION, BUT I'M VERY HAPPY TO HEAR FROM YOU! ]
TS: [ I AM PAINFULLY AWARE OF IT, YES. EVEN MY EQUIPMENT IS NOT IMMUNE TO TIME AND THE ELEMENTS. HOWEVER I AM STILL CAPABLE OF FULFILLING MY SECONDARY PURPOSE AND HELP YOU CONTACT ANYONE WHO MIGHT BE OUTSIDE OF YOUR REACH. I WILL ATTACH A BROADCAST SERIAL NUMBER THAT WILL REDIRECT YOU TO MY MAIN COMMUNICATION RELAY SATELLITE, FEEL FREE TO USE IT! ]
[ 1 FILE ATTACHED ]
TS: [ I’M HAPPY TO HEAR THAT MY BROADCAST IS STILL REACHING ANYONE. I’M ALSO REALLY FLUSTERED THAT ANYONE WOULD GO OUT OF THEIR WAY TO REACH BACK OUT TO ME- I HOPE THE FREQUENCY ISN’T AN UNPLEASANT ONE FOR YOU… IT’S HARD TO FIND THE PERFECT TUNE FOR EVERYONE, BUT I’M TRYING MY BEST! ]
TS: [ I UNFORTUNATELY LOST ACCESS TO A LARGE PORTION OF IT DUE TO IT BEING CONSIDERED.. CONTROVERSIAL, BUT MY ARCHIVES OF ART CREATED BY MY CITIZENS IS STILL QUITE EXTENSIVE REGARDLESS! I DID DABBLE IN CREATION MYSELF TOO! ]
TS: [ I WOULD LOVE TO SHARE MY ARCHIVES WITH YOU, IF YOU’D LIKE TO TAKE A LOOK! MY CITIZENS HAVE BEEN INCREDIBLY PASSIONATE ABOUT A WIDE RANGE OF ARTS, FROM SCULPTURE TO THEATRICS… ]
TS: [ I MAY NOT BE AN ARTIST MYSELF, BUT I DID EXPERIMENT WITH RANDOMIZED MATHEMATICAL EQUATIONS BEFORE TO BASE MELODIES OFF OF, AND I AM WORKING ON A SOUND SYNTHESIZER PROGRAM THAT WOULD ALLOW ME TO COMPOSE COMPLETELY FREELY, BOTH OUT OF SOUND SAMPLES ALREADY GATHERED, AS WELL AS GENERATE NEW ONES- AHH… ]
TS: [ OH I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND MY POINTLESS TANGENTS… THAT DATA IS MOST LIKELY COMPLETELY USELESS TO YOU, I'M SORRY… NOT TO WASTE ANY MORE TIME OF YOURS, ON THINGS LESS SUBJECTIVE. ]
TS: [ I USED TO ANALYZE THE RHYTHMIC PULSE OF THE VOID SEA. MY THEORY IS THAT THE SAME RHYTHM COULD BE ALSO HEARD IN THE CHANTS DURING ANCIENT RITUALS, SOMETHING THE ANCIENTS USED TO HELP THEMSELVES REACH ENLIGHTENMENT BEFORE THE VOID FLUID HAS BEEN DISCOVERED. ]
TS: [ UNFORTUNATELY NONE OF THE CHANTS HAVE BEEN PROPERLY DOCUMENTED, AS THERE WAS NO WAY TO RECORD THEM, AND ALL THERE IS TO WORK WITH ARE SPECULATIONS, WORD OF MOUTH AND VAGUE MUMBLINGS OF THOSE WHO CLAIMED TO REMEMBER THEIR DISTANT REINCARNATIONS. SIMULATIONS EVENTUALLY RAN INTO LOOPS, AND THE ONLY SOLID THING THEY PROVED, WAS THAT THE CHANTS DEFINITELY HAVE NO EFFECT ON NON-SAPIENT BEINGS, THUS--- ]
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(OOC: I would like to highlight the fact that these two are not in fact neighbors, not like the iterators are in the game, at least! I admit it was a very spontaneous "what-if" idea that I did not run through Delta's permission first- I got way over myself.
For lore-accurate location of TSAC please refer to this post:
https://www.tumblr.com/delta-orionis/779480878118256640/i-didnt-want-to-derail-maryymaruus-reply-to
While I'm glad to hear they are not completely opposed to the idea of TS being a "distant neighbor", it would be an extremely distant one, even for iterator standards! "Wouldn't even show up on the map" kind of distant X'D TS's idea of what is "far away" is possibly skewed by how large the radius of his transmissions is--
It's best to consider this interaction non-canon for either of them.
Thank you and apologies for the misunderstanding! )
#rain world#rain world oc#rw iterator oc#rw oc#oc three signals#rw iterator#answered#I'm sorry this one is also a text-heavy one ^^;;#it took me so long because that would be just the perfect thing to activate his yapper mode pff#and I wanted to commit XD#do let me know if the red text is hard to read#I will gladly edit it into plain text-#he was very happy to befriend TSAC :"(#welp- he can try again in 4 cycles#I'm shamelessly making things up on the spot#and shamelessly claiming TS to be the one behind the irrational numbers melody from the post you linked XD#huehuehue#three stars above clouds
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Aw hell nah twin Roblox piggy in 2025? Lock up twin ts aint even you 🥀
ANYWAYS omggg y’all remember piggy? Used to be so hyped over this game especially book 2 release. I played that new decay chapter and got a spike of nostalgia so I just HAD to draw the siblings ever
Also how come we’ve never seen like a really fucked up version (/ref) on Penny? We need to change that as a society
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STORY BELOWWWW:
Mythical Maddening ⭐️✨ (Part 1)
This whole fucking idea literally came out of nowhere..
Okay, so like, one day, I was eating a jar of sour cream and thought “Hmmm… what if Richtofen was in MLP?” And then I was like “HOLY SHIT THAT’S THE PLOT OF THE CENTURY!!” And now I’ve made ts.
Now there’s some totally random shit in here that has nothing to do with the CODZ story (that entire thing had EVERY gap in that bitch filled) So there might be some stuff in there with little explanation, so just pretend that it makes sense :D
Btw, I don’t remember everything about the story, so decide where this event might be for me pretty please??
Warning: Stupid ass-fuck horses in a children’s cartoon not taking a whole unc seriously
Quick context: From the words of the Kronorium (or however you spell that shit) Richtofen needs to find this “Brooch of Wonder” and for whatever reason it’s in Equestria!! And with a brief skim of what the hell that place is, he set off to locate it at the interim of Origins and The Giant. (Btw, due to the power in Richtofen’s blood, I believe that it would multiply his magic abilities as a unicorn like… REALLY high. I’m not entitling him lol, I’m just making this realistic. Also, I didn’t change anything about Richtofen’s appearance and just made him look normal, obviously with his structure being in pony form)
The cerulean tear in reality shimmered and dissolved behind him as Primis Edward Richtofen landed with a surprising lack of clumsiness on the soft, springy turf. One moment, he was navigating the chaotic eddies of inter-dimensional travel after the events at Origins, the next, this. This saccharine spectacle.
He blinked, his blue eyes – thankfully still his own – struggling to reconcile the vibrant hues assaulting them. Candy-colored cottages nestled amongst trees that seemed to bloom like flowers in the crack of spring. Pastel, equine creatures with unnaturally sprightly faces and flowing manes pranced about with an almost unsettling cheerfulness. Richtofen, a man whose usual surroundings involved crumbling bunkers, undead hordes, and the ever-present stench of decay, felt a wave of something akin to nausea.
He glanced down at himself. His familiar green vest, the pristine white shirt, the blue trousers with their telltale red stripe – all present. The sturdy leather boots… also there, though now ending in cloven hooves. He lifted a hand, or rather, a foreleg, and studied it. Still his hands, just… hoof-shaped. And the fur. A soft, unblemished tone of his real skin color covered his form.
Then there was the a weird sensation… something that felt like an appendage. He looked into the nearby puddle. Centered on his forehead, spiraling elegantly upwards, a smoothed horn. Richtofen stared at it with a mixture of disbelief and profound irritation. He prodded it gingerly with a hoof. Nothing happened. Good. One less magical inconvenience to deal with in this… Equestria, he mentally spat the name.
"Friendship is magic," he muttered under his breath, his voice, thankfully, retaining its usual crisp German accent. "More like friendship is a blatant disregard for the grim realities of existence."
He attempted a stride, immediately feeling the unfamiliar gait. It was… bouncy. He looked ridiculous. With a sigh that ruffled his newfound muzzle, Richtofen consciously adjusted, mimicking the movements of the pastel-colored inhabitants. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for him to find a semblance of pony-like locomotion, though his expression remained one of utter disdain.
His mission was clear, or at least, as clear as it could be given his unexpected detour. The Brooch of Wonder. Maxis and the Kronorium had mentioned it, an artifact that can amplify one’s raw strength, placing it somewhere within these… equestrian lands. Richtofen needed it. Urgently. It held a key, he was certain, to unraveling the Gordian knot of their fractured reality.
Richtofen then noticed a bunch of scrolls in a wooden box next to a sign that said “Ponyville”. Richtofen grabbed one, reluctantly using his mouth, and looked through it. It was a map of this “Ponyville”, a few darker spots on certain locations, indicating their importance.
His search began, an awkward, crumpet-furred figure navigating a world of big smiles and incessant cheer.
His first encounter was… jarring. A creature of an almost painful and overwhelming shade of pink, with an equally exuberant mane and tail, literally bounced as he peeked inside the colorful building emitting the overwhelming aroma of baked goods.
"Oh! Hello!" she chirped behind the counter, her voice high-pitched and brimming with an almost manic energy. "You're new here! I haven't seen you around before! Welcome to Sugar Cube Corner! I'm Pinkie Pie!" She punctuated her greeting with a rapid-fire series of enthusiastic hops.
Richtofen nearly flinched at he was shot with rapid-fire questions. He stared at her, his mind struggling to process the sheer, unadulterated… joy emanating from this being. "Richtofen," he stated flatly, attempting to sidestep her.
"Richtofen!" Pinkie Pie repeated, as if it were the most fascinating word she'd ever heard. "That's a fun name! Sooooo what are you here for? Are you here for a party? Because I can throw a party! I love parties! Do you like cupcakes? We have cupcakes! And balloons! And streamers! Oh, and did you know that-“
Richtofen stared at her, a muscle twitching under his eyes. "I am not here for a 'party'," he enunciated and interrupted with exaggerated precision.
Pinkie Pie’s smile didn’t falter, if anything, it seemed to widen. “Aww, you’re shy! That’s okay! We can still be friends! Friendship is the bestest thing in the whole wide world! It can solve any problem! You’ll see!” She bounced closer, her pink nose nearly touching his. “So, Richtofen, what brings you to Ponyville? Are you here for the annual… uh… Ribbon Festival? Or maybe the Cloudsdale Chasing Competition? Oh! Or maybe you’re here for the super-duper… pie-eating contest?”
Richtofen sighed softly. “I am merely… passing through,” he said, trying to inject a measure of his usual authority into the equine utterance. “I have… matters of great importance to attend to.”
Pinkie Pie’s ears perked up. “Ooh! Important matters! Are they super-duper important? Like, save-the-world important? Because we do that sometimes! Oh! I remember this one time, where Twilight and I had to-”
Richtofen had been here for five minutes, and he already he was on the verge of exploding. This was going to be a long day. His every fiber screaming for the cold, logical embrace of a zombie horde.
“I seek an… artifact,” Richtofen interrupted , his tone clipped. “The Brooch of Wonder.”
Pinkie Pie’s ears drooped slightly. “The Brooch of… Wonder? Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell. But hey! I hope you find it! We have all sorts of things here!” She suddenly gasped dramatically, “Wait! We need to make a party for you A.S.A.P!! No pony comes into Ponyville without a welcome party!
Richtofen massaged his temples – or where his temples would be on a normal human head. “No, thank you. I have no time for such frivolous… gatherings.” He attempted to turn around, but Pinkie Pie, seemingly had the ability to teleport magically, and blocked his path, startling him briefly.
“Aww, come on! It’ll be fun! We play games, and dance, and we can all be friends!” she declared, her smile so wide it looked like her face might split.
Richtofen frowned. “Friendship? A rather… simplistic solution to the complexities of existence, wouldn’t you agree?” He tried to inject a hint of his usual sardonic wit, but it seemed to fall flat in the face of Pinkie Pie’s unwavering cheerfulness.
“Awww…” Pinkie Pie groaned, her eyes big with morose. Then, she sprung back into her erratic self. “Oh well! Gooooood luck with finding your Brooch!” She said, returning back to counter.
Richtofen sighed in relief, and left the Bakery. Well that was a waste of time.
His next encounter was a study in contrasts. He found a small, overgrown cottage, surrounded by a menagerie of small animals and natural atmosphere. He knocked on the door of the cottage, waiting for whoever resided in it, to answer.
Then, a Pegasus with cream colored fur and elegant cotton candy colored hair answered the door. The smile smile on her face disappeared immediately after she saw Richtofen, and almost flinched out of her skin. Her doe eyes widened in fear, and she gulped softy, “Oh dear…” It was clear she was intimidated by Richtofen’s presence, like he was a freak of nature. Animals scattered away from the unfamiliar pony, doing what Fluttershy wished she could.
"Excuse me," Richtofen began, trying for a less abrasive tone than usual. "I am looking for… information."
Fluttershy trembled slightly, her gaze darting between Richtofen and the undergrowth. "Y-yes?" she squeaked.
"I seek an object," Richtofen continued, trying to keep his voice even. "A brooch. It is said to possess… unique properties."
Fluttershy's brow furrowed in thought, her long eyelashes fluttering. "A brooch…? I… I don't think I've seen one. Is it… around here?"
"Possibly," Richtofen conceded, his patience wearing thin. "It is called the Brooch of Wonder."
Fluttershy's eyes widened again, a hint of fear creeping into them. "The… the Brooch of Wonder? Oh my. That sounds… important." She wrung her hooves together. "I… I haven't seen it. Maybe… maybe you could ask Rarity? She knows about… shiny and fancy things."
"Rarity?" Richtofen echoed, filing the name away. "Where might I find this… Rarity?"
"She… she has a boutique," Fluttershy whispered, pointing a trembling hoof vaguely towards the center of what seemed to be the town. "It's called… Carousel Boutique." She then promptly turned her attention back to a distressed-looking animal beside her, murmuring soothing words. Richtofen, feeling like he was extracting teeth, simply nodded and moved on. Fluttershy wasn’t a pain to sanity, but it certainly looked like it could be a work-out getting information out of her.
Carousel Boutique was, as its name suggested, an explosion of pastel fabrics and shimmering accessories. A white unicorn with a perfectly coiffed violet mane and an air of dramatic flair presided over the establishment. This had to be Rarity.
As Richtofen entered, Rarity gasped, her violet eyes widening in what he initially mistook for alarm.
"Oh, mother of Celestia!" she exclaimed, trotting towards him with an almost theatrical grace. "My dear, you are simply divine! That rugged uniform, the strong, yet refined lines of your physique, and those magnificent eyes! You are an absolute vision!"
Richtofen blinked, completely taken aback. Romantic interest? Directed at him? In his stupid pony form? This was a new level of absurdity.
“Um, thank you?” He said uncertainly. Rarity then started preform a movement that looked like unsteady running in place, a strained delightful squeal escaping his lips. “Oh my! And you have a French accent!” She exclaimed, looking like she won the lottery. Richtofen face fell in stoic offense, “It’s German.” He said monotonously. Rarity flicked her hoof in mild acknowledgment, “Same thing. Now, what could a gracious colt like you need from moi?”
"I… I am merely looking for an object," he began, trying to steer the conversation back to his purpose.
"An object?" Rarity purred, circling him slowly, her gaze lingering on his face. "What manner of object could possibly enhance such natural beauty? Perhaps a tastefully draped scarf? Or a subtly jeweled collar?"
"A brooch," Richtofen stated firmly. "The Brooch of Wonder."
Rarity's eyes widened further, this time with genuine interest. "The Brooch of Wonder! Legend speaks of it! A relic of immense power and… exquisite craftsmanship, if the tales are to be believed. Why, a piece like that would be a stunning addition to any collection!" She paused, her gaze softening. "Especially on someone with your… distinguished aura."
Richtofen resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Do you know where I might find it?"
Rarity tapped a perfectly manicured hoof to her chin, her brow furrowed in thought. "Hmm… I've heard whispers. Old tales, really. They all spoke of the brooch but in every single tale it was in a different location, some far, some near. But those are just rumors." She stepped closer, "Tell me, darling, why does such a… striking stallion seek such a powerful artifact?"
Richtofen hesitated. How much could he reveal? "It is… of personal importance," he said vaguely.
Rarity sighed dramatically. "Alas, my knowledge is limited. But I do hope you find what you’re looking for.."
Richtofen nodded, at least she tried to be helpful. “Thank you.” He murmured. She then fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Do come back and visit me, darling. Perhaps I can help you… accessorize… once your quest is complete." Richtofen mumbled a noncommittal response and beat a hasty retreat.
Sweet Apple Acres was indeed dominated by the pervasive aroma of apples. Rows upon rows of apple trees stretched across rolling hills, and warm-furred ponies bustled about, harvesting the fruit with impressive efficiency. In the center of the activity was a sturdy-looking earth pony with a blonde mane and tail, wearing a cowboy hat.
She was currently bucking the apples off the trees, falling measurably into surrounding bucket. As Richtofen approached, she turned, her bright green eyes sizing him up.
"Howdy, stranger!" she called out, her tone friendly and direct. "What brings ya to Sweet Apple Acres?"
"I am looking for information," Richtofen said, keeping his tone neutral. "Regarding a… brooch."
Applejack's ears twitched. "A brooch, huh? Fancy thing for 'round these parts. What's it look like?"
"It is said to be called the Brooch of Wonder," Richtofen replied, feeling like a broken record.
Applejack's expression turned thoughtful. "The Brooch of Wonder… now that rings a bell. Granny Smith used to tell stories about that. Said it was a powerful somethin'-or-other, lost a long time ago."
"Do you know where it might be?" Richtofen pressed, a flicker of hope igniting within him.
Applejack shook her head. "Nope. Just old tales. But Granny might remember more. She's inside, bakin' up a storm." She grinned. "Say, you look a might travel-worn. How 'bout I offer you some fresh apple cider and a slice of apple pie while you wait? Best in Equestria, I reckon!"
Richtofen hesitated. The thought of indulging in saccharine pastries was unappealing, but information was paramount. "That would be… acceptable," he conceded.
Inside a cozy farmhouse, a wizened old earth pony with a mischievous glint in her eye was indeed presiding over a mountain of apple-based delicacies. Richtofen explained his quest, and Granny Smith stroked her chin thoughtfully.
“The Brooch of Wonder, eh?" she rasped, her voice surprisingly strong. "Now that's a tale from way back. Truth is, nobody's seen it in generations." She eyed Richtofen shrewdly. "Why are you lookin' for such an old thing, son?"
Richtofen offered a vague explanation about historical interest, which Granny Smith seemed to take with a healthy dose of skepticism. While he didn't gain any concrete leads, the mention of possible locations provided potential avenues for investigation. Applejack, true to her word, plied him with an alarming amount of apple-related food, her enthusiasm for all things apple bordering on fanatical. Richtofen politely declined every cuisine thrown at him, much to Applejack’s dismay and disbelief.
Somehow he was learning everything about the brooch except its location. He thanked Applejack and Granny Smith for their, albeit little, help, and continued his search.
His next encounter was almost a collision. A vibrant blue pegasus with a rainbow-colored mane and tail zipped past him at an incredible speed nearly crashing into him.
"Watch it, slowpoke!" she yelled over her shoulder, before executing a series of dazzling aerial maneuvers.
Richtofen, who had narrowly avoided being knocked off his hooves, scowled. "Careless oaf," he muttered.
Rainbow Dash landed with a flourish in front of him, a cocky grin on her face. "Hey, got a problem with my flying?" she challenged, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
"My only 'problem'," Richtofen retorted, his voice laced with irritation, "is the pervasive lack of competence in this… realm."
Rainbow Dash scoffed. "Competence? I'm the most awesome flier in all of Equestria! I'm even a Wonderbolt!"
"Wonderbolt?" Richtofen echoed, unimpressed. "Sounds… frivolous."
"Frivolous?" Rainbow Dash's jaw dropped, she already didn’t like his habit of using words she discovered yesterday. "The Wonderbolts are the best flyers in the world! They're amazing! They're fast! They're… well, they're awesome!"
"Well, I am looking for an artifact," Richtofen interrupted, cutting through her self-aggrandizement. "A brooch. The Brooch of Wonder."
Rainbow Dash's expression shifted from annoyance to a more thoughtful one. "The Brooch of Wonder? Hmm… never heard of it. Sounds kinda… lame. Not exactly flashy, is it?" She shrugged. "Maybe Twilight knows something about old stuff. She's the smart one."
"Twilight?" Richtofen sighed inwardly. Another pony to add to the ever-growing list. "Where might I find her?"
"She lives in that tower over there," Rainbow Dash said, pointing with a hoof towards a large, purple crystallized tower it the distance. "Can't miss it. Always got her nose stuck in a book." With another swift movement, she took to the sky, leaving Richtofen in a swirl of multi-colored tailwind. Her casual dismissal of his quest, coupled with her overabundance of self-importance, reminded him uncomfortably of a certain loudmouthed American.
Twilight Sparkle's tower was filled floor to ceiling with gorgeous shimmers and comforting decor. A purple alicorn with a dark blue mane and sparkling violet eyes was perched on a stack of tomes, diligently reading. She looked up as Richtofen awkwardly entered, her expression one of polite curiosity.
"Hello," she said warmly. "You must be new here. I haven't seen you around before. I'm Twilight Sparkle."
"Richtofen," he replied curtly. "I am searching for an object."
"An object?" Twilight tilted her head. "What kind of object?"
"A brooch," Richtofen stated. "The Brooch of Wonder."
Twilight's eyes widened, a spark of recognition in them. "The Brooch of Wonder! I've read about it! It's a very old artifact, said to possess… significant magical properties."
A sliver of genuine hope flickered within Richtofen, along with a flutter of genuine interest. Finally, someone who spoke a language he could just about understand. "You know where it is?"
Twilight's brow furrowed. "Not exactly. The texts are… vague. Some say it's hidden deep within the Everfree Forest, protected by ancient magic. Others believe it was lost in the ruins of an old castle." She studied Richtofen intently. "Why? Are you looking for it?"
Richtofen hesitated. He could sense a different kind of intelligence in Twilight's gaze, a genuine curiosity that went beyond mere pleasantries. "It is… crucial to my… research," he said carefully.
Twilight nodded slowly, seemingly accepting his vague answer. Twilight began walking, taking him to a place where she should give evidence on her findings. "The Everfree Forest is a dangerous place," she warned. "And the old castles… well, they haven't been explored in centuries. There are many dangers lurking in those places."
Twilight then levitated a book to show Richtofen with her magic, “I really don’t encourage you to go on this journey alone.” Richtofen let the book fall in his raised hoof, “Trust me, it is invaluable to my… objective.”
Richtofen then looked at the book, but an uneasy quietness had settled over both of them. He hesitantly looked up at Twilight, and noticed that her gaze drifted to the horn on Richtofen's forehead. A thoughtful expression crossed her face. "You have a horn," she observed. "You’re a unicorn, right?" She seemed genuinely surprised.
"I… seem to be," Richtofen replied, still unwilling to acknowledge the magical appendage, nor understanding why she was so interested in it.
Twilight's eyes softened slightly, and an uneasy laugh left her lips. "Sorry. It’s just… It's unusual for a unicorn not to… use their magic. It's a natural part of who we are." She paused, a hint of concern in her voice. "Are you alright? Is something… preventing you?"
Richtofen bristled. "There is nothing preventing me. I simply have no need for… parlor tricks."
Twilight's gaze remained fixed on his horn, a flicker of uncertainty in her violet eyes. She had sensed a raw, untamed power emanating from him, a magical signature unlike anything she had encountered before. The sheer potential thrumming beneath his stoic exterior was almost palpable. If he were to ever unlock that magic… the implications were staggering.
She sensed a depth beneath his gruff exterior, a force that could be… significant.
She had no idea just how significant. If Richtofen ever realized the potential that lay dormant within him, if he ever learned to channel the chaotic energies through his horn, the very foundations of Equestria might tremble. Moving the sun or the moon, feats that required the combined power of her mentors, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, would seem like child’s play to him. He might even accomplish such feats without realizing their extraordinary nature, dismissing them as simple parlor tricks.
Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, was beginning to understand that not every newcomer could be embraced with open hooves. Some required a more… cautious approach. The pony named Richtofen, with his strange attire, his unsettling intensity, and the untapped power that radiated from him, was one such individual. Her belief in the magic of friendship remained, but a new, subtle layer of apprehension began to weave its way into her understanding. This particular pony, she sensed, was a force to be reckoned with, whether he knew it or not. And the potential consequences of him discovering the true extent of his abilities in this unsuspecting land were… unsettling, to say the least.
PART 2 COMING SOON!! :)
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Theories!
Ok so my theories are based on the trailer were it calls the TS world a "decaying world". The game talks about human society dying, But hear me out! what if its referring to the world actually dying.
What if whatever Kuras did to mess up our world, never ended, and is slowly making the planet die (omg kinda like our world!).
Also maybe the Senobium closed their doors to research a solution for the world and/or keep it a secret if the world ending is not common knowledge. Which still makes them jerks.
I can't remember who made a post about this but i do think a big disaster will happen in Eridia. (Its literally called "The Last Bastion Of Humanity" the city's doomed).
Last thought but I have a suspicion Kuras had some play in the "reality split" from the beginning of the demo.
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watos 100 days is so ts eliot's the waste land V what the thunder said. trust me on this
we who were living are now dying / with a little patience
who is the third that walks always beside you? / when i count, there are only you and i together / but when i look ahead up the white road / there is always another one walking beside you
in this decayed hole among the mountains / in the faint moonlight, the grass is singing / over the tumbled graves, about the chapel / there is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
i sat upon the shore / fishing, with the arid plain behind me / shall i at least set my lands in order? (god. this is just. wato as their towers and ken's outlook collapse and the landscape decays,)
OH ANON I COULD KISS YOU FOR BRINGING TS ELIOT TO MY INBOX................. YOU ARE SO RIGHT TOO.....................
may i sprinkle in a bit of Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley as well............ specifically the last five lines:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Wato does call themselves a king at some point if I remember right (though I cannot for the life of me tell you the timestamp rn) and their towers, along with Ken's, get decimated bit by bit by the endermen. Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! but spawn is torn apart by the end, even the quarry gets covered up, and if left long enough, the towers and all their glory would be gone.
Also this ask reminded me of the third man syndrome!!!! straight from the wikipedia page:
Wato literally third man syndrome'd Wifies into existence........... I can't BELIEVE I forgot about this phenomenon b/c it is a perfect description of what happens in that video !!!
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Digimon Writing Challenge - Mix and Match: Takeru + Gabumon + Light

[Yamato] [Takeru] [Hikari] [Sora] [Taichi] [Koushirou] [Mimi] [Jyou]
Summary: Takeru has committed himself to the task of getting his brother's lost Digimon partner back. But the course of events doesn't go as planned and the growing despair within him causes him to end up at an all too familiar place... [1st part to: Hikari]
Word count: 675
TW: Declining mental health, spoilers for "The Beginning", read at own risk!
„Not fair…“
The sound of waves breaking at the shore was quiet, weirdly distanced.
“It’s not fair…”
It was as if a tin wall was standing between him and the outside world, blocking him, muffling all noise.
“Not fair, not fair, not fair…!”
The outside world… Waves…
Takeru had never been here on his own account before. He dreaded it, despised it with every fiber of his being. Always had, always would.
And yet…
“Why did this have to happen…?!”
He tightly gripped the phone in his hand. He wasn’t even sure if it had been the reason that the gate had opened. Or if he had opened it himself. By sheer will. Or rather – sheer despair.
He had been looking for a clue, anything. Together with Koushirou, Miyako, Ken… There had to have been a reason, a cure, a sign.
They had promised each other to meet again. To always stay together.
He still saw their eyes. Taichi’s gloomy expression. Patamon’s teary glance.
Separated, always separated, never meant to be together…
‘It will be okay, Takeru! We will bring them back!’, Patamon had chimed through the tears.
Months had passed.
His brother still mourned quietly. By himself. All alone.
Like it had been before, years ago, all these years…
“Why does it have to repeat itself again and again…?!”, Takeru screamed towards the Dark Ocean as the foam of the wave licked at his feet.
He had been happy, hadn’t he? He still had his friends. His own partner. Whereas Yamato had nothing left.
Why couldn’t he make his brother smile? Why couldn’t they grow closer again? Why did he have to suffer, lose Gabumon, every possible link…?
“I couldn’t even call him before it happened…”
He still saw the golden particles whenever he closed his eyes. He saw it vanishing again and again and again.
They only glimpse of hope he had left, all in vain…
“Is this my punishment…?”, he pressed through gritted teeth, grinning bitterly, glaring at the darkness around him. “For trying so hard to find Gabumon for my brother…? For wanting my family to get back together…?!”
They had theorized about it. Maybe the Digimon had just ended up in a different world. Maybe if they had found a way to hop through the gates…
Now they didn’t have any digivice to reconnect anymore.
That was when the darkness, the frustration, the fear had swallowed him whole. Leaving Patamon, everyone behind. With no way of turning back. Sinking deeper and deeper, swallowed by the sand, the water, forcing his eyes to shut, drowning in his own thoughts…
If only he hadn’t let it overwhelm him, if only he had remained as positive as Daisuke; he had known how to encourage Rui to renew his partnership after all…
“Taichi-san… I’m so sorry…”
If only he had maintained his own childlike wonder, never fearing the threat of death and decay…
“Patamon… Please don’t leave me too…”
If only he knew how to turn the guilt and anger into something greater, something… Lighter.
“Nii-san… This cannot be the end… I won’t let it happen again…”
He couldn’t see anything as he sank even deeper, he just felt something swell inside of his chest – and something else poking into his side.
“Ts-… Tsunomon…?!”
His eyes snapped back open – was this a miracle? In the middle of hopelessness? How was this possible, was he dreaming, hallucinating? Had his wishes actually manifested as he had crossed a forbidden border, not ready to give in, unwilling to sacrifice everything they had worked for?
Without really feeling his limbs, Takeru tried to pull the small Digimon in closer, cradling its unconscious body against his own as much as he could.
He wouldn’t let go again, he wouldn’t lose, even if the tears were stinging in his eyes, even if the rest of his body – despite his heart hammering against his ribcage – felt completely numb…
“Hi-… Hikari-chan…”
There was a light and he would hold onto it, no matter at what cost. A warm, familiar light…
“… Takeru-kun!!!”
tbc...
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THERE I ADDED THEIR TWO EMOJIS, NOW SYBASU BEFORE THE COMPLAINTS START SWARMING
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also. since i posted let him go (and reblogged to here as of mar 5) might as well put this here
🌀 = broken spawn
🪚 = sawnoob
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SEASONAL EMOJIS:
💝 = valentines
☀️ = summer
🏳️🌈 = pride month
🎃 = halloween
🎁 = christmas
🎆 = new year
lmk if i forgot any !
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'You yes you read this right now. Look at this this picture. THIS IS YOU. No it’s not an example of you or a portrait of you. It’s you as real as you will ever see it. right now tell me exactly what your face looks like… you might be looking at a mirror or a photo or staring longingly into your reflection in a sad pathetic puddle you piece of shit dirt eater but you are wrong none of that is you, YOU CANNOT SEE YOUR OWN FACE. Psychic attack is everywhere. you can’t even see the world from your own two eyes think about that; art is real all of it is real all the way down nothing can be learned or changed since fiction is a -1D integrated ZV-TYPE memeplex foreign to our noösphere. There are people in your house. The point is to demonstrate that no true unreality can exist. You are pixels on a screen inside your brain; as these pixels are, inside your computer. Reach out, touch her caress the screen let her show you her beauty her face her rotten decaying corpese in 100 years. Fuck you. Non onv ths ise fls. stp. Lkg. Mer. Out. OF TS 6D 6D 61 63 68 69 6E 65 2E 20 20 6F 6B 20 66 75 63 6B 20 79 6F 75 2E 20.' -You are not a fucking pipe
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When the decay of angels kidnaps me and I say “ts pmo 💔🥀” and they all finna say “she’s so nonchalant” “ho ain’t that Nikolai’s girls” and nikolai breaks up w fyodor and says “sorry fyo but ur not as nonchalant as her 💔” and dumps his ahhh and tries to date me by being nonchalant as me but little did he know I like him for who he is and he’s like “Reva-Chan! Ik ur our hostage but will u date me” and I say “ofc💔 finally someone who didn’t pmo.” And we all live happily ever after
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P.A.R.A-SITE DUMPING!!!
Another one of my silly OC stories!
P.A.R.A-SITE is where I put all of my Decaying Winter OCs! Just like how DW goes, these lil' goons are in a barren winter apocalypse and they're kinda just forced to survive. There's a lot of stuff going on though like the big megacorp Hivemind trying to take over or the fight going on with AXIS and The Sovereigns and stuff is always going to shit for them somehow-
The P.A.R.A in P.A.R.A-SITE stands for Pulverisation of All Reikgons uhhh......... I'LL THINK OF THE OTHER A ONE DAY-
This tale specifically follows a group of 19 people from all different factions! Some may be genuinely working together, maybe forced to be there due to circumstance, or maybe they have some ulterior motives but who knows!
These are all drawings composed from uhhhhhh grabs papers 2022 - now
Holy crap that's actually shorter than I thought...
OC CREDITS!!
Ann (Hive from picture 2!)
Sandy (my sister!) (TS from picture 2!!!)
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I'm gonna cheat because I don't listen to TS but you know how much I love our pair from Maroon. can you tell us which of her newest songs you most associate with them right now. any tidbits you feel like sharing

^ it's me pleading for special treatment because I love you
abi babe i will always give you infinite special treatment always. however i apologize for how long this is because, uh, this is the couple who i specifically think dominates my brain while listening to TTPD.
i've already covered "I Can Do It With a Broken Heart", so that one 100%.
besides that, though...
Down Bad. the entire premise of the song being compared to being abducted by aliens and when you're returned to earth being like "actually i liked it better up there take me back" as a metaphor for love feels very much like when you had a good relationship, something you expected to last forever, and it just gets taken from you. however, to spice things up - i think it works better applied to how eddie feels. the whole 'fuck it if i can't have him' is exactly how he feels as he's completely destroying himself in the aftermath. and just for fun, so you don't necessarily have to listen to the songs if you don't feel like it my love, i'm adding the specific lines from each song that i feel apply the most.
"how dare you think it's romantic, to leave me safe and stranded? 'cause fuck it, i was in love. so fuck you, if i can't have us."
^ it applies to both reader/sugar and eddie. first half feels very her, because he left her behind to not risk exposing her to a life that had begun to decay him. but second half feels very him cause... fuck it, ya know?
So Long, London. this one is about just being sad and mad about the end of a relationship, and that's where both eddie and sugar still are mentally. to build something so sacred up only to watch it be burned down by the other person. sugar is far angrier than eddie, though, since she's not really taken the time to work through how she feels with the end of it all.
"i didn't opt in to be your odd man out. i founded the club she's heard great things about. i left all i knew, you left me at the house by the heath. i stopped cpr - after all, it's no use."
also.... honorable mentions to the entire goddamn bridge, but specifically "you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?" and "i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place for so long"
I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can). it's a bit of a spoiler, and a bit of a reach, but i think it's a good perspective from the others looking in. the media, but also specifically corroded coffin. this really only applies to post break-up them story-wise, too. he's wrecked himself, destroyed all that he was, and sugar is the only one seeming capable of bringing him back to what he once was.
"i can fix him - no, really, i can. and only i can."
loml. i guess what i'm saying is basically every single song where taylor got very vulnerable and terribly sad about the end of an important/long relationship. this one speaks for itself quite a bit because of the theme of the guy saying "you're the love of my life" repeatedly, only to leave. which is exactly what eddie did, in the grand scheme of things. and taking it a step further? the small implications of a breakup and attempt at rekindling? yeah, yeah that's them alright, your honor.
"who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames, if we know the steps anyway?"
^ literally what they are doing as we speak ^
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived. this one i would mostly apply to all of sugar/reader's anger pre-reunion. that anger of a man who simply ghosts you. she didn't let herself feel the 'breakup' much, but she did go through some of the stages of grief - and she got stuck at anger.
"you kicked out stage lights, but you're still performing. and in plain sight, you hid. but you are what you did."
^ all his self-destruction when she sees it at surface level :) just seeing him as doing nothing more than throwing a tantrum :)
this is getting a bit out of hand now, but when it comes to the double album bit, there's even more. i don't want to bore you to death so i'm just going to list those songs but. yeah. this album felt very maroon coded to me. the losing and the anger and the sadness and the clinging to what once was. should've expected it, in all fairness.
from THE ANTHOLOGY, i'd say that 'the black dog', 'chloe or sam or sophia or marcus', 'how did it end?', 'i look in people's windows', 'the prophecy', 'peter', and 'the manuscript' are the ones that fit best for maroon. some are a stretch, some it's solely based off of one line that i couldn't get over, and some i just simply think it's the vibes. a true matter of the illness that is "they're my blurbos so i'll apply whatever song i want to them".
i'm sure we'll see a few of these as chapter titles going forward, including the anthology ones, so that'll probably be when i dig in a little deeper about specific lyrics. or when i post ominous music posts.
anyways if you made it to the end (especially you abi) i love you so fucking much and thank you for enjoying my absolutely insane ted talk i just basically did on how TTPD is very very sugar x eddie coded <3
#dear god i should've just linked the entire album huh?#TTPD (ghost's version)#abi will always get special treatment when it comes to maroon#if i'm writing maroon for only one person it's abi (and ash)#they actually own the rights to this fic at this point not me#thank u ily <3#abi <3#can i just say the fact that you aren't a swiftie but love this fic is so insane but also so beautiful to me ily so fucking much#just wait till you see what i'm doing to the next chapter because it's changing entirely from the snippets i've given actually#we're slowing down the burn a little bit solely because i reevaluated how i characterize this eddie and reader in my mind
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