#ugh I hope my threads r still alive????

[demonslayedher]

Dream Analysis of Mugen Ressha

Spoilers for the movie, while it does not depart from the plot of the manga, they made adaptational choices which I may refer to within.

While Enmu has control over what kind of dream his victims see, ultimately, he would have no way of knowing all of the details of his victims' lives, so we can assume that he is prompting his victims to fill in a lot of the details themselves. These are the worlds they surround themselves with consciously, but their untouchable unconscious spaces say just as much.

I've said some of this before, but these dream sequences give us so much to say about Inosuke, Zenitsu, Kyojuro, and Tanjiro.

Into the dream: Did that "Rengoku-aniki" thing really happen???? It's animated like a fever dream (or drawn like a typical Gotouge-being-Gotouge panel), but both the movie and the manga leave this inconclusive. It can be interpreted two ways: 1. The two other demons were there all along as decoys, set to appear only when Enmu's blood technique slowly started to take effect so that they'd let their guard down. In this way, we'd know that the boys had a true way of witnessing Kyojuro's prowess and a true bonding moment, thereby making his death hit all the harder later. This would also mean that one of the cars was totally unusable for passengers, and many of the passengers were already thoroughly spooked before falling into sleep. It would also imply that they were all super excited, thoroughly relieved, returned to their seats, and then just passed out.

2. The moment the tickets were clipped, Enmu's very, very, very realistic dreams took immediate effect, but he still needed time before it took effect enough that their guards would go down. If this is the case, then it implies the following: 1. Enmu's illusions can be shared 2. Everyone syncs extremely well together to have all been sucked in by the same illusion (it's possible it was only Tanjiro's, but since we get in everyone's heads a little in this part, I believe they all experienced the same thing). Reacting in ways so true to how they would in waking like, they learned as much about each other as truthfully as they would have if they were fighting while awake. 3. The "Rengoku-aniki" thing is the moment they're falling into a deeper stage of sleep, when any bizarre thing will make sense. They've lost any sense of holding back and are embracing the emotions as they hit them. Even if that was all a dream, the bond formed was very real. But then, as they fall deep, they fall into their own headspaces. Inosuke: I love how bombastic this dream is. It moves at a very fast pace, and everything revolves around Inosuke. He is physically much larger than Ponjiro, Chuuitsu, and Pyonko, who clearly follow him as their leader, the most powerful person in this cave exploring world full of wonder and excitement. True to life, these underlings can at times be frustrating or stupid, but there is no one else Inosuke would rather have at his side to take on a hugely impressive foe. It's a relatively simplistic world, what Inosuke really cares about is his place in it, and who is there.

Taking it a step deeper, he should not be able to manifest in his self-conscious space, but Gotouge attributes his and Zenitsu's ability to do this and protect their cores from intruders to their strong senses of self. What's telling is that his subconscious space is practically identical to his conscious dream space; like there is no breakage between one stage of reality and the next. In its Zen-like simplicity Inosuke's mind is never at odds with itself, its interpretation of reality is fluid and seamless. However, being at this deeper state brings us to a deeper state of self actualization, with Inosuke manifesting closer to the ideal beast he views himself as.

Now, with Inosuke being so fully invested in what he sees as reality, he's still got a carry-over effect from dream after waking up, which one could interpret as not having fully shaken the effects of Enmu's blood technique. After all, Zenitsu simply never broke out of it, Tanjiro had to kill himself in his dreams each time to fully snap out of it, and Kyojuro was the only one powerful enough to have broken through its effects through his own willpower. When Tanjiro says the train is a demon, he buzzes with "I was right!" (a conviction that only got stronger in his dream), and Inosuke's declarations of being the boss and Tanjiro being his underling are indignantly plentiful and he fully believes what he is saying every time he brings it up, even if he's aware that he's no longer in the cave exploring dream. But, given that Inosuke is so at peace with his own version of reality, it's also just as likely that his conviction of being The Boss was also only compounded by the dream, and all that dream did was give him a more fun setting in which to play around in. But, what was so fun about the dream, what made him sleep-giggle with pleasure, was that everyone else was finally getting with the program and recognizing him as the boss, as they should. Finally. It's so frustrating in real life that he has to keep reminding them to get it right. Get it, Santaro?? GOOD. Zenitsu: What I love here is the contrast between subconscious and conscious space. Both of them have the same theme melody, but played in very, very different ways. They also both play with the same core desire in very different ways as well. Is it so much to ask that he can just spend some time alone with the girl he loves?? If we jump straight to the pitch black unconscious space, he specifies to the intruder that only Nezuko is allowed there. Not just girls in general, not a close friend like Tanjiro, only the one girl he loves, and even then, you'd have to love someone a lot to invite them into the deepest, darkest corners of your soul. And it is a very, very, very, very dark corner. Zenitsu's spent most of his life building that dark, pessimistic personality, compounded by the treatment he's always received throughout his life and what he believes about himself at his core. He's ugly and depraved there, and very defensive. Because he holds himself in such darkness, that makes him desire the bright, happy, completely idealistic world of his conscious dream world. It's rich with detail and warm and he knows it well, that places is the first place he ever felt someone have hope for him; it's Jiichan's home, that sunny place with delicious peaches and full of clovers and lush greenery and a charming stream. Of course he'd want to show it all to Nezuko, she deserves to see such a happy, pretty place! And, while the world is idealized and happy, Nezuko is e-x-t-r-e-m-e-l-y cute and actually wants to hang out with him too. She's willing no hold his hand, none of the girls who dated (read: used) Zenitsu in the past were ever willing to hold his hand. He even gets to show her that he can be cool, and she likes it!! She looks him in the eyes and is totally honest about enjoying his company!!

He just wants someone to want him back. He wants to belong in the sunshine too. So, even if he had it in him to wake up from Enmu's blood technique, who can blame him for staying there? (You know, besides Tanjiro, who has been desperately screaming for them all to wake up and help him protect the passengers. Zzzzz, five more minutes, Tanjiro, zzzzzzz----) Kyojuro: This... isn't really a happy dream. Kyojuro has accepted a lot of sad parts of his reality so wholeheartedly that he doesn't seek the comfort of a dream in which his mother is still alive, or a dream in which his father is proud of him. Instead, what Kyojuro was looking for was the chance to go back and say more to Senjuro. This implies that on the real day he knelt in that room, while his father faced away and read the book* while Kyojuro told him all about how he defeated Lower Moon Two and became a Pillar, and was met with his father's heartbreakingly unenthusiastic reply, he later went outside and...

...didn't say any words of comfort to Senjuro.

This regret, that he didn't do more for his brother whom he knew was hurting in his own silent ways this whole time, was what sat most bothersomely in Kyojuro's otherwise peacefully self-assured psyche (or fired-up psyche, if you go by his subconscious space) . It makes sense that in his dying wishes, the first thing he requests is that Tanjiro do this in his stead. *Speaking of that book, Kyojuro had forgotten about it until his memories pulled together to create the details of the dream, which was why he thought to mention it to Tanjiro later. This shows that Enmu is not an architect of people's dreams, he only sets them in motion. How believable they are depends on each victim. (Totally unrelated, I love the design of the Rengoku estate's garden??? It's primarily evergreen and unflowering trees, meaning it stays relatively steadfast throughout the year, a garden designed in samurai villa taste. Plus the details of the house also fit really well, I think??? Would need to review research of buke-yashiki architecture to say more.) Tanjiro: ...*deep breath* This boy really, really wants to go home. Like, the climax of the movie is amazing and all, but it's the scenes with Tanjiro's family that make me cry. Ugh, where do I start. Enmu probably just grabs on to whatever thread of a desire a person has, and then he just tugs on it and says "this way, let's go really far in this direction, show me where it goes, hmm, okay, nice, lovely. Have fun here, I've now seen enough to write my own angsty version for later." So... so I'm just going to work backwards a moment. Enmu screwed up here, thinking he could really read the depth of Tanjiro's family and his feelings for them. He thought he could make a convincing version of these "characters" cry and shove Tanjiro around and speak meanly to him and make him feel shame. And the cut to that dream, OH MY GOSH, truly horrific sound and color change. But Tanjiro's sees through it so fast that he wakes up immediately and uses that anger at how Enmu wrote them to cut off his "head." You screwed up, Enmu, you blew it, maybe other people would very so blown down by the shock that they wouldn't question how unreal that dream sequence is, but Tanjiro has honed his fighting spirit so much that it's been nagging him even throughout his happy dream. And he really, really, really wants to stay in that happy dream. Like, even though he's on guard at the beginning, so much so that he only focuses on the familiar feeling of a demon being around and does not notice the familiar landscape AT ALL. But the moment Hanako and Shigeru step in, convincingly made from Tanjiro's memories and unedited by Enmu, Tanjiro throws that all away in an instant. As he says when he's trying, after trying and trying and trying to rip himself away from the dream, he was never even supposed to had left this world. He was never supposed to had touched anything like a sword, they were all supposed to stay there together, living their simple life. If things hadn't gone wrong that one night. Tanjiro cares deeply about his mission, he's adopted his training deeply, he has serious desire to improve, which is why his subconsciously keeps trying to call himself back to reality, but it's so hard, because this is where he wants to be, and it's even harder because it feels so real. It's a little peeve of mine when families with lots of little siblings are written to be too angelic and idealistic, and there is some of that with the "let's make sembei, yaaaay" scene, but... but that's actually pretty true. I'm giving myself away with how close this hits to home, but it's a dynamic in a lot of large families, especially large families pretty happy to stay to themselves and people who live the same sort of conservative, traditional lifestyle, to foster in the older siblings some pride in taking care of the little ones and helping create that happy world for them, even if taking care of little kids can be rough. It's not to say that things are always happy and fluffy, they're not, and that's not to say even

happy kids don't resent being in a large family sometimes. But there's plenty of moments in daily life, especially in the presence of small children, that you get swept up into a sillier, happy, caretaker side of yourself, and since you all grow up with these silly moments together, you're going to naturally fall into into some silly, scripted-feeling moments of "then I'll be in charge of eating the sembei!" "no faaaaair!". So, I'll give the sembei scene a pass because that IS a moment that happens in years of moments with the same posse of kiddos around you all the time. But it's also so striking to me how each of Tanjiro's siblings, however idealized, has their own personality. The traits are so subtle but consistent and Tanjiro knows all of them. They pick up on things about each other, they grow realistically annoyed and surprised and concerned and scared like they would if they were real instead of only Tanjiro's memories of them. Those kids feel so real to me, even if they are annoyingly overidealized in some parts as Tanjiro is letting himself get swept away. And just when he's managing to part from it to go face reality, Enmu makes more attack: he brings in Nezuko, trying to make it feel like there's no point in Tanjiro running at all. She's fine. There's nothing left for him to fight for. Everything's fine. And all over again, Tanjiro just stops. He KNOWS it's not real, but he's hurting so much to hear her voice again that he just sto-o-o-o-ps. And his desire to stay with the others catches up to him all over again, and he's tempted all over again to stay, EVEN KNOWING IT'S NOT REAL and there are very, very, very pressing matters to attend to. Even if it was all a little happy and idealized, more than anything, it felt like life always did. It's telling that when Tanjiro finally, FINALLY pulls away from that that time, he doesn't look back, and the family stops chasing him. This is Tanjiro accepting reality, however much it hurts. He's already had a couple years to accept this, but it was all overwhelming to get such a vivid taste of it again.

Tanjiro wants to do well to his organization and honor Urokodaki's training and avenge the fallen and prevent anyone else from being hurt and see an end to Kibutsuji Muzan and make Nezuko human again, but more than anything, he wants that simple life. And it's so, so heartwarming that at the end of the manga, he gets it.

It's not the same. It'll never be the same.

He never wanted a life with a sword, but he's been working so hard at it anyway.

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter One

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2101

Chapter Warning: Bad Language Words, tiny bit of angst

A/N: I started this on AO3 awhile ago. Now that I have a blog dedicated primarily to just Marvel/Bucky, I thought I’d add it here, too. Enjoy!

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission.  

Bucky heard his phone buzz as he was tugging a butter-soft tee over his head. He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand next to his bed as he worked his arms into their respective holes.

9:36

Steve was long in bed already, so the text most likely wasn’t from him. Sam was on a me me kick-- No, what did he call them? Memes!-- of a disgruntled cat which he swore reminded him of the super soldier. He wouldn’t be surprised if it were him. Or possibly Nat. She picked up the new issue of Guns & Ammo the other day and was sending him pictures of a Mossberg MC1sc 9mm she was drooling over.

Smoothing the body of the shirt over his torso, Bucky ambled over to his bed. He snatched up the phone from the navy blue comforter and flipped it over. To his amazement, the text wasn’t from Sam or Nat. Or even Steve.

(917) 460-5480 work thing boring af. kinda tied one on. might be late meeting you tomorrow

He blinked several times at the message, uncertain how to respond. It was a wrong number, right? Bucky hadn’t made plans with anyone for tomorrow that he could remember. Plus, everyone he knew had the same work thing. And it was rarely boring.

Definitely a wrong number.

He set the phone down near the clock, choosing to ignore the text. Hopefully, whoever this person was, figured out quickly they were texting the wrong number and moved on.

Bucky pulled back the covers before climbing into bed. His body melted into the mattress, muscles relaxing for the first time since breakfast. Training had been non-stop all day today. It felt good to just be, for once.

He grabbed the book he was reading off the nightstand and opened it to the spot he left off. He cleared his mind, as best he could, and concentrated on the words on the page.

A few pages in, his phone vibrated alive again. Another text message.

(917) 460-5480 sis dont be mad youd be drinking too if you had to sit thru one of these business dinners

Bucky sighed. He had hoped his radio silence would have clued this person into their mistake. Wishful thinking. Before he could punch out a reply, another text came through.

(917) 460-5480 timmons is droning on about this new client. kill me now

He quickly typed out a reply:

(917) 308-3117 I think you sent this to me by mistake.

Bucky watched the text indicator pulse as this unknown person worked out their response.

(917) 460-5480 haha very funny sis

Bucky huffed at this person’s disbelief, thumbs working on typing out his next message.

(917) 308-3117 I’m not trying to be funny. I can’t be someone’s sister when I’m a man.

He set the phone down on the nightstand again, hoping this person finally took a hint. He opened his book back up to the current page, taking a deep breath.

The room’s silence was broken again by the loud thrumming of his phone skittering across the surface of the black wood veneer.

(917) 460-5480 how does kevin feel about this so close to the wedding???

(917)460-5480 will you still need a wedding dress or will you just get a tux???

(917) 460-5480 am i still your maid of honor???

Bucky chuckled at this girl (no, young woman) asking the essential questions.

(917) 308-3117 Your sister did not get a sex change. Yes, she will still need a wedding dress. Yes, you are still her maid of honor. Like I said before, wrong number.

An almost immediate reply came through.

(917) 460-5480 prove it

Bucky grew slightly irritated at the insinuation. Why couldn’t she take his word for it? He exhaled loudly through his nose.

(917) 308-3117 How?

A few moments passed before the device juddered in the palm of his large hand.

(917) 460-5480 selfie

Bucky blanched at the request. He could feel the color drain from his face, only to immediately heat with a blush. A selfie? That is the last thing he wanted to do.

Although he’d been exonerated for his crimes as The Winter Soldier, he still knew about the dislike people felt about him as a person, in general. They couldn’t get past the brainwashing or other persona. God knows he still struggled with it.

He couldn’t go broadcasting his face through texts to a stranger. What if she was one of those who didn’t understand he had no say in what he did or what happened to him under Hydra’s control?

What if he ignored the solicitation? He could do that. Maybe even turn off his phone.

She did seem the type to be very persistent until she got what she wanted.

True to form, another text rang through.

(917) 460-5480 i will keep texting until i see your manly face

One corner of his lips quirked higher. Yup, persistent.

He navigated to the camera app on his phone and switched it to selfie mode. He stared at the damp locks falling to his shoulders. His beard would require a trim soon, but it wasn’t scraggly. Luckily, he’d had the hindsight to shave his neckbeard in the shower earlier.

Was he considering this? Some girl says jump, and he asks how high?

He combed metal fingers through his hair, blowing out a breath.

(917) 460-5480 im waiting

Bucky growled at the text, running a hand over his face. “Okay, okay. Give me a second,” he said to his phone. He held it up to head height, half an arm’s length away.

Click!

He previewed the picture, assuring himself it didn’t reveal too much. It was, somehow, off-center, containing a bearded chin and half a smirked mouth, one nostril, and a half-lidded eye.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Bucky pulled the messaging app back up and then sent off the picture. He tossed the phone aside, not wanting to watch the taunting blinking dots as he waited for a reply.

The picture was barely recognizable, but someone like Steve or Nat could tell it was him. It would be okay. No one would know.

His phone vibrated violently near him on the bed. Bucky cautiously plucked the device up, debating whether he wanted to read her reply. What if it said, “Holy shit! You’re The Winter Soldier!”? The hope of this woman thinking he was just some regular guy knotted up his stomach. He didn’t know why he cared so much about whether this stranger thought he was The Soldier or not. He had no control over who believed the lies perpetrated as truth through the media. He could only wish for the best.

He blew out the breath he was holding in and eyed the phone’s screen.

(917) 460-5480 is it fair to say men shouldnt be allowed to have long eyelashes??

Bucky laughed and immediately thought of poor Steve.

(917) 308-3117 You should see my buddy’s. The girls swoon and complain at the same time.

He quickly added to the message thread:

(917) 308-3117 Am I correct to assume you believe I’m a man and not your sister?

The response was swift.

(917) 460-5480 oh shit ur not my sister

(917) 460-5480 this isnt 9173083447?

Bucky laughed again, the tension in his chest slowly unfurling.

(917) 308-3117 Unfortunately for you-- no.

(917) 460-5480 ugh im such an idiot sorry for the shit i said

(917) 308-3117 Don’t worry about it. I had a good laugh at your expense.

(917) 460-5480 oh god now i feel like a bigger ass

Bucky suddenly felt like backpedaling. He hadn’t meant for her to feel bad about her mistake. It was cute in a roundabout way.

(917) 308-3117 Please don’t be embarrassed. It was the highlight of my night.

(917) 460-5480 me forcing u to prove ur a man was the best part of ur night??

Bucky thought for a moment. Was it the best part? The training sessions had become monotonous lately, even with the new agents. The team hadn’t been on any missions in a few weeks, so it was pretty accurate to say he was bored around the compound.

(917) 308-3117 I suppose it was. Work’s been a little slow, and there’s only so much training you can do before it becomes tedious.

(917) 460-5480 training? r u in the military? ooh, r u an athlete??

A laugh bubbled up from his chest. It was comical to see her try to guess his profession. His selfie hadn’t announced who he was to her after all.

(917) 308-3117 Something like that.

(917) 460-5480 so mysterious! r u some assassin who needs to keep his identity secret? is that y ur selfie only showed a quarter of ur face??

He paled at the implication. Maybe she did know and was yanking his chain. How did he block numbers again?

Another text came through from the mystery woman:

(917) 460-5480 not that i mind u have a luscious mouth

Bucky guffawed at the comment as flames rose beneath the skin of his cheeks. He hadn’t remembered blushing this much in such a short amount of time in decades.

(917) 308-3117 How much have you had to drink tonight, doll?

(917) 460-5480 doll?? what r u my grandpa??

He chuckled again. God, he was old enough and then some.

(917) 460-5480 enough to not want to shoot my brains out but not enough to know this dinner isnt a party

(917) 308-3117 Maybe you should get back to your dinner? I don’t want to get you into trouble.

He regretted the text the second he pressed send. Was he trying to get rid of her? No. Or was he looking out for her? This person he knew nothing about. She was more entertaining than the recurring nightmare he’d been having for the last week, that's for sure. He'd cling to this unknown to avoid slipping into that black abyss.

(917) 460-5480 aww does the military-trained assassin athlete mchottie not want to talk with me anymore?? ���

(917) 308-3117 No!! I’m honestly concerned you’ll be reprimanded if you pay more attention to your phone than Timmons.

The last thing Bucky needed was to feel more guilt, especially if it was at the expense of someone’s livelihood. His shoulders were already heavy enough.

(917) 460-5480 thats sweet but dont worry ur pretty little head over me timmons wouldnt last a day w/o me

(917) 460-5480 timmons may be the boss but i run that office

He simpered at her swagger. He could only imagine what kind of office she worked in because, again, a total stranger. Did he want to get to know her more, or was this a one and done thing? Would she wake up tomorrow and want to continue the conversation or blow him off for the drunken mistake her first text had been?

Bucky stared at his phone for several more minutes, pondering precisely what he was doing and what his expectations of the night were. It’s not like he was going to meet her in person, right? Was he that delusional? He was an Avenger now. He didn’t get a social life. Not that he had one before but still.

He was startled from his reverie as the phone shook in his hand.

(917) 460-5480 did i scare you away??

(917) 308-3117 No. Just thinking about tomorrow.

(917) 460-5480 shit a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie must have a lot to prepare for mentally ill let u get ur rest

He smiled at the gesture. If only she knew.

(917) 308-3117 Send me a text when you get home. I want to make sure you arrived okay.

(917) 460-5480 such a gentleman! i don’t want to wake u if ur asleep tho

(917) 308-3117 I doubt I’ll be sleeping, but it’ll help ease my mind.

(917) 460-5480 alright ill shoot a text ttfn

(917) 308-3117 ttfn?

(917) 460-5480 ta ta for now god u r a grandpa

(917) 308-3117 Yeah, yeah

Bucky’s mouth split into yet, another grin as he set his phone down once again on the nightstand. He picked up his discarded book and found his place on the page. After a few minutes of re-reading the same paragraph over and over, he slipped the bookmark into the gutter of the book. His mind was too preoccupied with the thought of some random girl in the city at a boring work dinner. He realized he hadn’t stopped smiling since they temporarily said goodbye.

Maybe there was a good chance this conversation would carry into tomorrow.

CHAPTER TWO

[shimmershae]

An observation, if you will.

So.  I think it’s generally acknowledged that Seasons 6-8 of The Walking Dead were...not the best.  Honestly, unless one was/is a major N3gan stan and finds he can do no wrong and that he is fascinating enough to have his story and POV basically take over the rest of the show and many threads of story in it?  You’re of the same opinion because so many characters/stories were disserviced in the name of exploiting this comic villain.  

Seasons 6-8 were largely forgettable and the memorable stuff?  Well, personally?  I really wanted to forget some of that so-called memorable stuff but it burned itself into my subconscious in a way more haunting than feel good, you know?  And I’m not talking about some friendly ghosts.  

But yeah, I think it’s safe to say that overall?  The show hit a low point during that period.  If you were a Saviors fan or a superfan of R!chonne, you might not have cared all that much because the parts of the show you enjoyed were still, well, enjoyable.  Personally, I can say that the R!chonne storyline in this time period was one of the few bright spots for me because I did grow to appreciate some aspects of that relationship.  But the rest of it?  Omigosh, the rest of it.  Ugh.  

Coincidentally or not, Seasons 6-8 marked the beginning of TPTB doing whatever they conceivably could to distance Carol and Daryl emotionally and physically.  You know what?  Let me just backtrack and say it all started in the back end of Season 5, the slow dismantling of Carol and Daryl’s close bond, such that it was.  

Spoiler alert:  Carol and Daryl’s close bond is unbreakable.  

Anyway, I’m not going to delve into deep detail about it.  Suffice it to say, TPTB strained all narrative credibility with the measures they took and Carol and Daryl became mere shadows of themselves, used as vehicles to sell other communities and storylines that, IMHO, were on shaky ground without them.  

But really.  That’s all beside the point, too.  

During these seasons of separation, Carylers started to give up.  They found and gravitated toward other online interests and left the fandom or at least took a step back and their numbers seemed to drop across the board.  

When I first found my way into this online fandom during mid-season 5, the Caryl fandom was alive and seemingly everywhere.  There were gifsets and fanfiction galore and a general buzz.  And yeah, I don’t know what it was like from the very beginning, but from the thousands and thousands of fanfic stories and all the lovely content out there that predates me, I imagine it was a wonderful time to be a fan--full of hope and possibility and fun.  

All of those things are still in existence; they just were, at least going as far back as early season 9, more rare and stumbling upon them was like stumbling upon some kind of treasure.  

Since the end of Season 9, though, there’s been a gradual but marked turnaround.  At least to my observation.  

New names are popping up on people’s dashboards.  On the fanfiction sites too.  Gifsets and beautiful vids and edits aren’t so rare anymore. 

And over the course of this season?  Carylers have been more quiet about it than other shippers, but they’re coming back.  The new and the old alike.  I mean, has anybody else noticed the uptick in likes and reblogs of Caryl content?  Gifsets that might have gotten 200 responses (and taken months to do so) just last season are easily eclipsing that.  Just today I’ve seen a handful of gifsets that can’t be more than a week old that already have over 700-800 notes.  

You know what that tells me?  

It tells me that Carol and Daryl?  Well.  Reports of their death have been greatly exaggerated.  People out there still connect with them.  People out there are still falling in love with them.  People out there still want them to have their happy middle before we can even conceive of their eventual end (they don’t die--I won’t allow it; they’ll live on in my heart forever).  

Know who’s responsible for that?  And I know some of us are frustrated because it’s been 84 fucking years, but she’s been working, dammit.  She’s been doing her best to re-brick the foundation that Gimple tried to take a damn bulldozer to in his efforts to satisfy his comic stiffy.  

Angela Kang.  

Kang has made Carol and Daryl the heart of the first season that she has more creative control over (as I understand it anyway).  She’s delved deep into the issues that Gimple wedged between them and she’s building back their foundation, what makes them them.  Only she’s letting them breathe and grow back to each other like the magnets they are and honestly.  Honestly, ya’ll.  Maybe my faith is misplaced and I’ll be played a fool one last time, but I really and truly believe we’re finally getting ready for liftoff, to set sail, whatever you wanna call it.  

Kang broke our babies down, yeah, but not so that another ship could set sail.  She broke them down so she could rebuild them her way, better and stronger than ever.  Together.  

Just look around you.  Carylers are quietly returning and growing in number because the beauty of these two is shining through again.  Wave to our old friends and our new shipmates, ya’ll.  

Canon’s coming.  This time feels different.  It really does.  

We just have to hang on a little bit longer.  

I’ll be here.  

Will you?  

[kcvinskies2]

ugh im exhausted, I got a new puppy this week and im hoping to be back to normal threads by weekend. 

[alterlifes-a]

tag muns you want to know better; repost - don’t reblog.

What inspired you to try/create that muse/s: well , if you’ve been with me long enough then you know that tooru started out as an AU ! o.ikawa t.ooru, where instead of attending s.eijou , he went to s.hiratorizawa ! to be honest , i kind of just wanted to try my hand at writing that kind of thing ? it was the very first time i had made a tumblr rp blog , so i had no idea that people rp different verses of the same character on one blog !! i originally rp’d on deviantart , and it was very commonplace to have different blogs for different verses ... i had over 70 rp blogs on there and most of them were literally the same 2 characters but in different AUs LMAO ... so imagine my surprise when i saw people rp’ing different AUs on one blog ... RP’ing multiple muses on one blog ... !! but i kinda just stayed with my iteration instead of playing canon ! kawa anyway , since i didn’t really see the point in starting over . as tooru developed more , though , i began to use him as a venting tool because this was a part of my life where i was really depressed . but as time grew on and i eventually made him into an OC , he became a much happier character . he really is my best friend ; he’s been there for me through it all , and even though he’s just fictional , i really owe him a lot for helping me out during rough times .

What is inspiration for that muse/s: well , currently , a lot of things ... lots of music , japanese culture + religion , and also my own experiences . in general , i have a p.interest board for him , so ... maybe you could say i draw inspiration from that , too ! i also rly enjoy the band MILI . their songs really fit tooru , like ‘ bathtub mermaid ’ . i’ve also been listening to hello , again and am planning on drawing something based on it for him ( + the song’s prequel , “ goodbye ” ) . i mainly tend to daydream while listening to songs , so ... yeah . as for characters who serve as inspiration for tooru ... well , i think that’s an artist meme , so i might just fill it in in lieu of answering this properly lol ... but two i can think of off the top of my head are leon from f.ire e.mblem e.choes and n.eferpitou from h.xh ! 

Thread/AU that made you really happy: B.NHA AU ... !! i’m hyperfixating sm on that one ... idk , a lot of planning and plotting goes into it , esp since a lot of my mutuals are in the fandom . in particular , i love love love the story i’ve created with @noquirk . i literally cannot envision a more perfect plot for tooru in this verse . heck , it’s literally my main go - to timeline when i draw / write for it . tooru is , quite literally , not very much in this AU without deck .

Something really special on your wishlist: sh ... more ships ... ships to draw and animate and make animatics to ... also i need to get my butt into gear and finish my JRPG AU group lol .

Something you are looking for in short future for your muse: blease tooru help me get thru the school year ... also i have some animatics in the back burner so i’m looking forward to getting those done !

Share something related to your muse!: his canon story , in parallel motion , deals with existentialism and alternate universes . ultimately , it’s a story that serves as a physical manifestation of my own struggle with depression , and while it’s sombre in tone , i want it to tell whoever’s reading it , “ you matter . ” it’s why tooru is placed into so many marginalized groups ; he’s fat and trans and biracial and bi and suffers from bpd + depression + anxiety but he’s a good person through it all ... his story is tragic because he’s not allowed to exist and will be forgotten when he dies , but his existence impacts so many other characters’ lives ... it’s a butterfly effect kind of thing . because you exist , you’ve made so many peoples’ lives better . and i understand it’s rough and i understand depression + sucky real life aspects try to convince you otherwise , but just ... think about it . there’s an alternate universe where , because you don’t exist , something huge was probably impacted . and even on a smaller , more intimate scale --- if you hadn’t existed in another life , then one of your friends might not be here . they might not be as happy as they are now , because you make them happy . life can be awful . but it’s wonderful and beautiful , too . that’s what i want tooru to be to others . someone to look up to and relate to , and someone who tells you , “ it’s okay ! ”

What do you think about character’s design/how do you came up with this: he’s ... kinda generic LOL mainly cause he’s based off of o.ikawa looks - wise due to his origin ... but part of his looks also derivate from an old ask blog muse i had :

i just really like that bangs - over - one - eye hairstyle ngl ... also i have no idea how / when his hair became maroon - brown since o.ikawa’s hair is chestnut brown , but ... yeah . also have no idea when he gained red eyes HDKJSFS,,,, i find fangs appealing on a character though , so that’s why he has fangs and does the :3c ... honestly i think i kinda just slapped together what i like in a design and put it on him , so even though he may look like an NPC ( lol ) , he’s still appealing in my eyes .

What your muse taught you: how to love being alive ... ( i’ve actually written an essay for a class about how he’s helped me through depression haha ... he means a lot to me , can you tell ? )

What is roleplay for you: all of you are awful and yet here i am anyway so really this says more about me than anything else .

Just say something nice about other mun!: @onfaith you are my ANGEL you mean sm to me and i wish u all the best with your studies  /  @tikkvn i love u sm cass ur an amazing person n a wonderful existence never forget that  /  @juuheart notay is my fave bleach chara also ur art is so cute  /  @wuvlite if i die all my money goes to u so u can keep drawing holy SHIZ ur art is #inspiration  /  @queznak ur very interesting and charismatic as a person  !!!  /  @uzvisen idk how to spell ur url this took me 3 tries but also ilysm  /  @conhnhaketon i also cant spell ur url but i hope ur doing well n ur eid was good , ik we’ve both been busy but i would live for u  /  @quirkthief ur one of my fave ppl i will forever tag u in shibes also i’ve supported u in u saying afo was hot even when he looked ugly n now i get to watch everyone who made fun of u writhe bc he is rly rly hot hahaha  /  @noquirk you’re so talented pls never stop what ur doing  /  @aerve you’re rly cool !!! 100% support u in everything u do ! >:0  /  @starbooms aries ur so creative ugh ... ur mind !!!!!! ik we don’t talk much but ur v fun  /  @bendsair i forget what other blogs ur on but chris ur the coolest #TalkRomania2Me  /  @creatied we don’t talk much either but ur graphics r so aesthetically appealing wowzers !!  /  @daimnas i’m wuv you amari !! also my french sucks but uhhh comment ca va ( i’m too lazy to find the accented ‘c’ dsfhi ) ??  /  @soarsun i’ve only known u for a few weeks but if anything happened to u i would kill everyone on this website n then myself  /  @quirkgifter nanners is the coolest n nana is the best grandma in town  /  @natsutodoroki im so jealous u got a canon url as ur rp url LMAO but also ur rly cool n fun even tho we dont talk too frequently !  /  @lechors​ LINNEA I WILL DIE FOR U RIGHT HERE RIGHT N---  /  @ YOU READING THIS BC I’M ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP : YOU’RE AWESOME AND GREAT !

Tagged by: stole it from @queznak Tagging: whomstever 

[emeraldxmonarch]

Amori Aetherium (Pt. 12)

(Hi everyone~! Here is part 12 finally haha! This is more of a look inside Amara’s head and the aftermath. @voice-addicted was a huge help editing and giving a final look-through for the chapter as always <3. I also wanted to thank everyone who has been reading this from the start. I have a pretty long story planned out, that spans not only this relationship, but the effects this has on the others as well and my own little theories about interactions with other Courts~ 

I’ll stop rambling haha, I hope you guys enjoy~! 

-SxW)

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Amara woke up a day later.

And almost immediately began to cry because of the pain between her legs.

She softly scolded herself, knowing she should be used to the pain, but none before him had ever ripped themselves out like that, to where she began bleeding. 

Tears streamed even harder down her face. 

She tried to sit up, but the pain in her body made it difficult to move. She didn’t expect to feel like this, but the strain she put on her body running, and what happened with Aedan...

She tried to block the images out before she completely fell apart.

A soft knock on the door distracted her, and she rasped out a quiet “C-Come in”

Feyre walked inside with a relieved look on her face, which was instantly replaced with worry when she saw Amara struggling to get up. She rushed over to her and gently helped her sit up, frowning in worry seeing her cringe. Amara watched her with wide eyes, several emotions running through her at the sight of the High Lady.

What she and Rhys said.

What happened with Aedan. 

She could still feel the heat across her skin. 

She knew she shouldn’t be afraid...Feyre saved her life more times than one, but she couldn’t help the fissure of fear that sparked at the sight of her.

Which was felt clear as day through the bond by Feyre, breaking her heart.

She took a step back and took a deep breath, looking at her seriously, “I...know what I did scared you...but...this...is just as new for us...as it is for you...we’re still...accepting what happened...but,” Feyre very gently takes her hand into hers, and looks into her eyes, a storm meeting the sea, “I want...we want you to stay here...with us...give us a chance to get to know who you are...and if you aren’t comfortable here...we could get you a house anywhere within Velaris...you would have freedom...” 

Amara could barely comprehend everything being said to her. 

Stay here? How could she possibly stay here?

She felt the bond, clearly. She could feel it as if it were a physical thread tied to her chest, binding her to the others. 

But...she couldn’t forget their words. Her name would always be a hindrance. It would always be a reminder of what they went through Under The Mountain. She had heard the rumors, she knew pieces of the tales. 

Could they ever really love her for her? Or would they only ever see that Queen in place of her, every time they called her name? 

She stared at the High Lady, her conflict clear on her face. Feyre bit her lip softly before looking up at her again, “You don’t have to decide now...you can have all the time you need...” 

“I...I just...” Amara ducked her head. This was all happening so quickly, but she also knew, that she had nowhere else to go. But she couldn’t leech off of their kindness. 

Her voice was barely above a whisper, “Can...Can I think about it..? Please..?”

Feyre quickly nodded, “Y-Yeah, of course! Take as long as you want and need. There’s absolutely no rush whatsoever.” Feyre stood up and gave her a slightly hesitant smile, “I’ll give you some time. Mor’ll come up with dinner in a bit, okay?” 

Amara nodded numbly and watched her leave. 

Stay here? Honestly? 

Could she?

Should she?

They were her mates...but...being with them...she...she didn’t want to do the things mates were supposed to do...

But they had each other.

Where would she fit in?

How would she fit in?

Would the Inner Circle even accept her?

She was just a servant girl. She had no special talents.

But she had nowhere left to go.

If she tried to go back to her old house in the Court of Nightmares, she would be hunted down and killed on the spot...

Or put back into the dungeons...

Especially if Aedan was back there...Keir wouldn’t leave her alive...

Aedan.. 

Oh Cauldron...

Was he even alive...? She shuddered softly. She wouldn’t go down that path just yet. 

She took a deep breath and laid a hand on top of her chest. The movement felt slow, but still. She could feel her own heartbeat.

It was connected to two others now. 

Even if she wasn’t ready, she was involved in a bond, that could potentially be life changing for her. 

Positively or negatively.

But right now....she had the chance to make it positive...

And she had the choice to live away from them....To get her own independence...but she had no money to do that. Any savings she had were to meager to really live off of...

but maybe....she could earn that lodging and help repay what they did for her... 

                                                             ~

A few hours later, Amara cleaned herself the best she could with a wash cloth and some water in a bucket. 

She couldn’t stand feeling so dirty.

She changed into another dress left out for her, again in the color blue. 

This one was sleeveless and backless. Maybe to keep pressure off of her bandages?

She slipped it on, and took a deep breath, before gathering her courage and slowly going downstairs. 

It took her a few minutes to slowly make her way down the stairs, but the first person she saw was Mor sipping from a glass of wine. When Mor glanced up at the stairs, she quickly sat up and rushed to her, “What are you doing? You should still be resting!” She gently helped Amara down the rest of the stairs, and immediately led her to the couch, “Well...maybe a change of scenery will do well for you...it’s not healthy to be cooped up in a room all day” Amara tried to thank her, but she was immediately shushed. “No...you don’t have anything to thank us for...” Mor watched her closely, before taking a seat in front of her, a serious expression on her face. 

“Rhys...gave us the gist of what happened at the Day Court...and how you immediately volunteered to take the spell on yourself...” Amara watched her quietly, unable to see where she was going with this, “We...all judged you on the basis of your name...and that was wrong, Amara.” She tensed a bit, ignoring the slight sting from her back. It was the first time they had used her nickname again addressing her. Mor took a deep breath before continuing, “If you would give us a chance...we want to show you we’re better than that...” She smiled at her softly, but hesitantly, “We...I’m sorry, Amara...Instead of speaking for them, I’ll let them say it.

Amara couldn’t stop the tears that rushed into her eyes, or what she did next. 

She threw her arms around Mor in a tight hug. 

Mor stiffened at the sudden contact, but slowly hugged her back, being conscious of her wounds. 

“No one...has ever apologized...to me...No one...” Mor gently pulled away, and wiped away the tears that streamed out. “You were in a Court that suffocates all good. You’re free from there. You’re free.” 

Amara could barely nod through her own tears. 

Mor smiled at her softly, and turned towards the door, hearing someone walk in.

It was Feyre.

Feyre looked at Mor carefully, before going over to Amara. “Are you fee- What’s wrong?!” She panicked seeing the tears going down her face, and whirled to face Mor.

“N-No! They’re happy tears! R-Really!” Feyre only slightly calmed down at Amara’s words, before slowly taking a seat next to her. Mor grinned and stood up, “Ugh. Mates. Where’s the liquor when I need it around all this sappiness” Both women couldn’t hold back a giggle at the faux disgust in her words. 

Once Mor left, Feyre turned towards Amara. “How are you feeling..?” Amara couldn’t help but blush at the earnest stare Feyre was giving her. “I’m okay...My Lady...but...I’d like to speak to you about...our situation..” At that, Feyre sat up a little taller, as if preparing herself for bad news. Amara takes a deep breath before talking,

“I...want to see how we could make this work, but I’m not...I...” She ducked her head, unable to properly form a sentence to show how she felt, but mercifully, Feyre seemed to understand and gently took her hand. “We don’t want to rush into anything. All we’d like...is a chance to get to know you. Really know you...All of that relationship stuff...it can all come in later. Much, much later if you want” 

Amara let out a relieved breath and nodded. “Thank you...but I also want to work for my lodgings...I really am very good at cleaning and cooking...I...don’t want to leech off of your kindness any longer...” Feyre couldn’t bite back her smile at her words. It reminded her of how Rhys offered her a job when she came to the Night Court. “Well, I would much rather prefer you working with us personally, but let’s see what Rhys says, shall we?” She stood up and offered Amara her hand, which she took after a few seconds. 

“Oh, and Amara?”

“Yes?”

“Call me Feyre already. My Lady makes me feel old and stuck up.”

Amara’s snort of laughter was heard throughout the house. 

[azrielsiphons]

LORD OF SHADOWS REACTION POST

I didn’t want to make an entire reading thread like I did with Lady Midnight (which was kind of popular for my typical stuff, I still don’t know why, it was just a lot of flailing) because LoS is still so fresh and I’m afraid to spoil anyone who might not have the tags blacklisted. So under the cut, IN ORDER AS I READ, is my genuine LoS reactions. Enjoy my flailing.

Kit you precious little bean don’t steal daggers you should know better

JACE IS HERE SHIT SHIT SHIT 

He just had to go and name drop Will in like the first five pages I am C R Y I N G 

Oh Julian is being ‘scrupulously polite and kind’ over you and Mark’s “relationship”? IS HE EMMA? IS HE REALLY?

Ew Mark kissing Emma’s cheek made me want to throw up blood too, Julian 

“Did he just kill Magnus?” I HOPE AND PRAY I NEVER SEE ANY VARIATION OF THAT SENTENCE EVER AGAIN  

Take a shot every time I think to myself “ugh, Perfect Diego”

FUCKING HELL PERFECT DIEGO AND CRISTINA ARE BACK TOGETHER DAMMIT CRISTINA

Awwwww Ty my precious son you’re so concerned for Kit

I love Mark so much my sweet faerie child 

UGH EMMA AND MARK KISSING GROSS MAKE IT STOP 

CLARY TURNED DOWN JACE’S PROPOSAL HAHAHAHA WHY AM I LAUGHING 

Cassandra Clare let me make something clear if you ever kill my daughter Clary Fray I will SET THIS WORLD ON FIRE 

so clary is having dreams of her and emma and cortana and she knows she’s gonna die uMMMMMMMM????? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???? IF MY GIRL EMMA HAS TO KILL CLARY FOR WHATEVER REASON YALL CAN CATCH ME 6 FEET UNDER THE GROUND 

THAT’S RIGHT KIT YOU DEFEND TY BLACKTHORN 

Mark and Cristina Mark and Cristina Mark and Cristina MARK AND CRISTINA 

God bless America I forgot how much I adore Jace Herondale but then at the same time he makes me miss Will and when I miss Will I want to DIEEEEEEE

take a shot everytime someone says something to the effect of “we can’t involve the Clave”

lol jace “i’m just going to haul clary off to *wink wink* get chinese food *wink wink* be back in 20 *wink wink*” 

oh wait they actually just got chinese food wtf i need me a man like that 

MAGNUS AND ALEC ADOPTED A SECOND CHILD NAMED RAFAEL DONT MIND ME ILL JUST BE SOBBING INTO MY BEER FOR THE NEXT HOUR 

More of Ty and Livvy’s relationship pls i love sibling bonds 

WTF ZARA???? PERFECT DIEGO IS CANCELLED YET. AGAIN. 

“Smug bastard. Hair’s too good. I don’t trust people with hair that good.” KIT MY SON IM ADOPTING YOU IMMEDIATELY 

Julian slamming the door in Emma’s face made me slam MY face into a door

“She refused to hurry her steps — not for anyone.” Note to self: be more like Cristina 

okay real quick these centurions talking shit about my father magnus bane are about to find my six inch stilettos up their tight assholes bYE 

okay these nazi centurions are CANCELLED 

oh my gosh my smol son ty smiling at kit kill me NOW 

DONT WORRY JULIAN IM RUINED TOO LAFJLKAFJ;L; THAT KISS SCENE MY GODDDDDDD

wow who would have thought i would like gwyn damn (also gwyn x diana??? im??? here for it???)

THEY’RE GOING TO THE FAERIE COURT FUCK ME UPPPPPP

NO FUCK OFF ZARA YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF 

wait but… but kit and ty… but he just kissed livvy and they’re cute too… gdi 

i hope emma and/or cristina rips zara’s head right from her shoulders 

JULIAN AND EMMA ARE KISSING AGAINNNNN

FUCK IT WASN’T REALLY HER

FUCK 

what 

w h a t

W H A T 

HER FATHER OH TKLEJFLMY GDO EM AM AY IT S YOUR DAD WFFJTF

jk it wasn’t her dad gdi 

Diana is my mother now since she just SHUT ZARA TF DOWN

MALCOLM???????????????

oh shit yall it’s the ‘oh no we have to share a bed’ trope and i am LIVING 

julian hiding his boner is my aesthetic 

emma you can’t just casually mention my father luke garroway wtf 

I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW ITTTT ANNABEL KILLED MALCOLM

what’s wrong with Cristina’s arm… wHAT’S WRONG WITH CRISTINA’S ARM LEAVE MY DAUGHTER ALONE 

Julian just snapped at Emma and I have never been more uncomfortable please stop fighting mom and dad 

“neither julian nor emma slept well that night, though each of them thought they were the only one troubled, and the other one was probably resting just fine” real quick i just need to go drink a gallon of bleach to get over this 

all these references to will and jem are really fucking me up 

GDI JESSAMINE 

WILL AND JEM’S HEIGHT MEASURING WALL IM SOBBING JUST LEAVE ME TO DIE

“Tessa used to come and ask me too. She wanted to know where Will was.” WHAT THE FUCK A LOT OF PAINFUL THINGS ARE HAPPENING ALL VERY QUICKLY 

“I want you to be proud of me.” SHIT FUCK HELL DAMN FUCK 

MARK AND THE GNOME IM CHOKING 

Real quick Bridget imma need you to stop alluding to jem and will and also tell me how TF YOU’RE ALIVE 

oooOOOOoooo a compartment to themselves??? HMMMMMM 

Mark x Kieran x Cristina did you mean Lito x Hernando x Daniella? 

ANNABEL GET AWAY FROM MY SON JULIAN 

KLDKFLAJFK;AFALKL MAGNUS SAVING MY CHILDREN AT THE SHADOW MARKET IM SO FUCKING ALIVE 

I love my father Magnus Bane 

I LOVE MY FATHER ALEC LIGHTWOOD 

Alec talking about Jace you bet your sweet ass I’m crying 

On a serious note — props to CC for this representation of autism through Ty, and how Kit treats him so damn well. Very, very cool.

GWYN AND DIANA ARE ADORABLE FIGHT ME I LOVE THEM 

My domestic fathers Magnus and Alec are saving my life 

BRIDGET WANTS THAT LIGHTWOOD DICK EVEN STILL 

All Magnus wants to do is adopt every sad downworlder alive and I LOVE HIM ALL THE MORE FOR IT 

EMMA AND JULIAN HOLDING EACH OTHER IN THEIR SLEEP BYE FOREVER 

Don’t worry Emma I too live on the Sexy Thoughts River and the Sea of Perversion 

EMMA WANTS A SELFIE WITH A PISKIE IM CHOKING I LOVE HER 

FUCK SHIT IT’S JAIME NO DRU RUN 

Mark just had a sex dream about Kieran in the library I’m laughing so hard 

OH KIERAN GAVE HIM THE SEX DREAM WOW KINKY I NEED ME A FREAK LIKE THAT 

Actually wait I change my mind fuck you Kieran that wasn’t cool of you 

THE PLATE OF SCONES IM CRYING I MISS YOU SOPHIE AND GIDEON 

NO SIR JAIME YOU STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER DRU YOU INSOLENT FUCKBOY 

DAMN can CC write so freaking well holy shit 

but are Cristina and Mark kissing because they love each other??? or because of the binding spell?????? will the world EVER KNOW????

POLYAMORY???? WHAT??????

Kit and Ty are … the … most adorable thing… in the whole world… 

“It's a burden being sarcastic” I’M CHOK ING TO DEATH 

FUCK YOU EREC FIRST YOU COME AFTER MY DAUGHTER CRISTINA NOW I FIND OUT YOU TORTURED MY SON KIERAN???

Jaime is evil I can smell it 

MOM AND DAD ARE FIGHTING MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOPPPPP 
Julian appearing out of nowhere sitting on a boulder in the pouring rain completely Unbothered™ like name a more iconic entrance 

DADDY JULIAN HAS EMERGED HOT DAMN SHOVE HER AGAINST THAT WALL DADDY FUCK HER REAL GOOD I need to chill i'm sorry 

BREAK MY HEART BREAK IT IN PIECES

Gdi Dru 

SLAP HIM CRISTINA YES MY QUEEN 

Wait... shit is Jaime actually a good guy? DAMMIT 

MAGNUS CAUGHT THEM LOLOLOL he isn't even concerned though bc he knows parabatai love each other extra hard bc he witnessed Will and Jem's love firsthand lol BYE 

Who tf is Ash? I mean he's Dru's age and they just had a "coincidental meeting" so CLEARLY he's a love interest but 

NO FUCK YOU JAIME I STILL DONT TRUST YOU 

DIANA IS TRANS WHAT IM SO HERE FOR THIS MY STRONG WARRIOR QUEEN 

Gwyn is the actual love of my life 

"Pyromania interests me" Ty, my son, I love you

Dad!Julian makes me WEEP

Coincidentally, Dad!Alec ALSO MAKES ME WEEP 

PRETENTIOUS HAIR PRINCE JENXKAOOAJW EMMA I FUCKING ADORE YOU 

MAGNUS NAME DROPPED MY MOTHER MAIA OMG 

Emma referring to implied polyamory as a sexy weirdness is ME 

Pffffffft Kieran calling Diego the "very handsome stupid one" is ALSO MEEEEEEE 

"The bad things can't matter more than the good things" Cristina....... my daughter........ 

Ty's letter GOODBYE ALL IM DONE 

HELEN OMGGGGGGGG

Kieran ain't got time for your SHIT Robert 

MAGNUS NOOOOOOOOOO

Sassy!Alec defending his man and not dealing with Bigot!Zara's bullshit I’m so wet 

OH MY GOD ROBERT 

NANSIZOANWPZOAPALWK THE MORTAL SWORD OMG 

what

what

what 

what 

what 

what. 

Livvy isn't dead

No 

No livvy isnt dead 

No no 

Wait what the FUCK 

THATS THE E N D ????

W H A T T H E F U C K 

BYE. 

BYE forever I'm going to go live in a world where Livvy is alive and well because fuck all this BYEEEEEEEEEE

so like 2019…. where u at

[ask-arclight-varus]

   Demon groaned in pain and fell to the floor due to the pull on the threads. He wheezed and whined in pain and his vision was slowly getting hazy. The blow of energy from the wings was the final straw.

   “Varus..” he managed to mutter just before passing out. The agony was too much for him to handle at the moment, so his mind chose an escape. After what felt like just a moment, his eyes slit open again, yet it was hard to figure out the surroundings. The wave of pain flooded back, making him hiss and groan. He could sense that a thick outer layer of corruption that’s covered by the tendrils, was so damaged that it felt as if it was fried. Despite that, the angelic power kept damaging it further and further. The light in his eyes was so bright, it took a while for his vision to adjust. An unfamiliar voice was what helped him concentrate on the current situation. There.. now he could see. There’s the love of his life.. or at least what he had believed him to be and someone so.. ugh so bright.. making his eyes sting. `Fuck.. an angel.` His situation was truly miserable, wasn’t it. In anguish, facing an angel, betrayed and not knowing what to believe anymore. It was difficult to think. Yet the only thing that kept spinning in his mind was ‘why?’. Why did he do this? If that was truly his Varus.. why would he lie and pretend for so long? If that was a plan all along.. why did he need to give Pallas all those hopes and promises? Why didn’t he didn’t give him in earlier.. there were countless chances when Pallas was starved or wounded.. even if they needed him to trust the Arclight, he’d proven his devotion such a long time ago.. This just felt so wrong.. so confusing.. not to mention absolutely heartbreaking.

   Even the air had shifted when the angel stepped closer. I felt like his lungs filled with needles, making it even harder to breathe. Her voice was ringing in his ears. Despite all of that Pallas tried his best to stay still and cling on the last traces of his pride by attempting not to show the suffering. No. Their kind won’t get more satisfaction from this. As the Angel addressed him, demon couldn’t help, but scoff.

   “I don’t need his soul.. I don’t want it.” he almost didn’t recognise his own voice. Only now he sensed that his fangs were out, most likely with all of the other features as he was not hold enough to hide it. Pallas shook his head and indeed he felt horns rubbing against the ground. He was not sure if the part of one was broken or he couldn’t differentiate between what’s injured or not, anymore. “All I wanted was to have him beside me.. alive.. safe.. and breathing. I- I’ve devoted my heart to him.” Pallas couldn’t hold back a cough anymore. Almost coughing up corruption he tried to at least keep bits of himself together. Purple hues lingered on the spear and then shifted to Varus kneeling nearby. “You.. you’ve done something to him. I r-refuse to believe that all of that was a lie.. he couldn’t have been pretending.”

The pair of hues were empty, almost soulless as the Archer remained knelt down before the entity. Yet somewhere deep within this familiar voice echoed, he wanted to wake up from this dream but the Ionian felt numb and disconnected from his own body; floating into nothingness covered in a thin sheet of light.

“You don’t want it ?”repeated the Angel, frowning a brow as she approached Varus gently brushing his strains back before asking for his gloved hand. Removing it to reveal those purple veins spread across his digits up to his wrist; fingers twitching, trembling in discomfort.”Oh my precious vessel..”she letting go of his hand only to send a deadly glare at the Demon. “And I am supposed to believe your lie ? His soul is marked and bonded to you..”the Archangel sighed heavily, now staring at the Archer anew.”So I turn my back on your two seconds and you fall into the arms of this filth..”spat the divinity as she lifted Pallas’s face with her foot to make him meet gazes.

“Tell me, my child..Do you really feel anything for this...lesser being..”muttered her as she pushed the Demon away with her foot. Spread in hand pointing it down at him. And a heavy silence fell, the archer’s body didnt bulge just an empty husk knelt down at her mercy.”I thought so..”

And before her spread would reach Pallas’s head, a hand reached to stop her. Her gaze widened in surprise.”D-don’t..”he managed to formulate, a single emerald gem meeting her ambers whilst his other remained blank.

“My my..his grip on you is stronger than I thought..”sighed the Angel, turning towards Varus.”No..I..”before another word was spoke. she snapped her fingers and soon his head dropped on her shoulder, an arm wrapped around his head as she kissed it softly.

“Shht..all he does is lie to you..it’s time that you free yourself from his grip..how about you finishing the job..”whispered she, smiling as she gazed back at Pallas. Handling the spread to him, the Archangel shifted so that Varus could pass.

Only to stop right in-front of the demon, looming over him about to decide his fate. Standing by his side, the angel slid an arm around his shoulder.”You will feel better, I promised”she added holding the corrupted hand.

And with a swing what seemed to be hitting the Demon, it shifted into the Angel’s shoulder whom yelled in pain. Varus quickly cradled Pallas in his arms before jumping from the floating island. Both free falling as his wings refused to respond and all Varus could do is wrap them around both their bodies and hoping to fall in a lake and not having his back smashed into the ground. Eyes squeezed shut, arms tightly wrapped around the other male.

“Now thats something we don;t witness very often, dear sister..”a voice muttered behind the first angel who gazed over her bleeding shoulder.” A vessel of light falling for a greater demon and snapping from your control..” “It doesn’t matter..the fall should be enough to kill them both..”

⛓ [:thinking: brainwash/mind control perhaps ;3c]

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 Purple eyes glanced at the clock.. `Hmm.. he’s late.`  The sun was already setting, yet since demon could sense lovers  presence getting closer little by little, Pallas stayed calm. He usually got worried if Varus came home late unannounced, yet today it actually gave him some extra time to finish cooking the dinner and setting the table.  Yes, a dinner. It was clear for both of them that Pallas shouldn’t even get close to the kitchen. However, since Varus had tried to teach him how to cook this specific Ionian dish, he wanted to try again and make it a little  surprise. Pallas untied the apron and sighed. It looked nothing like the time when they cooked together, but it was that bad. He still tried  to make it look a bit more appetising, yet figured that there’s no use. He just hoped that it was edible and maybe tasted.. not horrible. Pallas didn’t forget any steps did he? Speaking of it.. He remembered sensing  something strange some time ago… Demon couldn’t quite figure out what that was, but it didn’t seem to pose threat to the sweet Arclight, so he had brushed it off. `Hmm.. must ask him about it.`

 As if his thoughts could summon, Pallas heard the front door open. All the worries had vanished from his head as demon visibly lit up and hurried to greet the man of his life.

 “Welcome back, Love!” he wrapped arms around Varus in a tight hug and leaned in for the usual kiss, without even thinking of it. “Huh?” he frowned as neither the kiss nor the greeting were  responded to. “Is something - !” Pallas could’ve never predicted any of the following events.

 Bright light filled the room as holy threads had wrapped around his body. Out of the sheer shock for second or two Pallas stared at the lover, wide eyed. His mind simply couldn’t  comprehend what just happened. It didn’t take long until the burning pain paralysed his body.

  “Agh.. Aaaaaaahhh!!” He couldn’t do anything but scream in agony. “Stop! Aaaagh… Aaah get it off!!” Groaning he stumbled and hit a wall. Pallas clawed at the shackles attempting his best to escape the pain, yet only got his hands burnt. “Varus! Please! Get it ooooff!!!” Demon fell down to his knees wheezing, gasping for air. His inhumane groans and screams reminded of his true nature while proving how severe the pain was. The corruption was literally fuming under the holy magic. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move. The mere attempts to break free costed more energy than he could’ve predicted. He never imagined an Arclight could posses such pure, intense power. “Aaaagh! Aaahhh…haah..” All demon was capable of was trying to stay still, yet even that wasn’t an easy task. His whole body trembled due to the pain, unfortunately, hurting him even more.

     Purple orbs rose to the face that he loved so dearly.. to the face of The One he would die for… The One who had condemned him for this torture, making demon question everything that he deemed to be indisputable.  He was confused. Confused like never before. Pallas held back a pained whine as shaky lips muttered.

     "Why?..“