#would love to know how the vaults came to existence like

[strqyr]

shout out to beacon for being the only academy not in the middle of its city while also managing to have a defensible position on a cliffside.

the goal was to have the vaults & relics protected by warriors (at least ones in training) at all times, yet some people didn't get the memo and are closely surrounded by entire cities on top of that.

not that the relic necessarily is at beacon anyway, but at least it's acting as a perfect decoy.

sucks for the students, tho.

[floralscented]

all the times mechanic!dean was humbled by bimbo!reader - 18+

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dean was convinced, a lot of the time, that not a single coherent thought existed in the white noise of your brain, just accepting that you were one of those girls with a pretty face to her legacy. it wasn't a bad thing. he'd never admit it, but seeing your face light up when he explained something to you was one of his favorite looks on you - the glimmering wide eyes, the o-shaped part of your glossy lips as the pieces clicked into place.

other times, he was floored by the capacity of that pretty little head and the information it held. completely floored. you never said anything with malice either, or chastised him for not thinking in the same way that you did. just stated the things like fact, typing away on your pretty pink iphone with your pretty pink manicured nails, not even looking up to see that you'd taken his breath away.

there were a lot more of these instances than he cared to admit. he was a proud, prideful kind of guy, often convinced that it was his way or the highway.

until you came around.

he'd started a list on his phone, of some of those times, cementing them into a vault of your history. maybe he'd show it to you on your wedding or something cheesy like that, that he knew you would love. or maybe he'd keep it to himself, as to not humble himself further.

when you'd called a car's failing engine a "tummy ache", and that was how he figured out that the cause was the owner putting in the wrong gas.

the first time you talked him into trying on your panties, and he'd tried to deny it heavily, and you'd said, "it's just clothes." and it was so simple but he'd never thought of it like that. like holy shit, yeah, it's just clothes.

when you'd tried to hook up with him at his work, in the backseat of his car no less, and dean desperately tried to keep some semblance of professionalism at his job, and you were like "who's gonna see? no one comes here." and he proceeded to fuck you into the leather with, you guessed it; not a single customer to see the fogged windows and the rattling frame.

you got him to start saying things are cunty and that's not even the humbling part. the fact that he could not fucking stop himself from calling everything cunty when you were around was.

when you'd called the stars "little suns" and now every time he looks at the night sky, he can't help but think if you're looking at the little suns too.

he'd been staying late trying to finish a car and you'd gotten upset and told him "who's gonna need their car this late?" and yeah. who the hell was? he made it home in five minutes and made up for his time away.

he told you that one day he'd take you to meet his family and you called them the witch burners with the straightest face he'd ever seen. yeah. they did do that sometimes. but don't say that to their face.

sometimes his old habits would kick in and he'd start doing everything for you, like he did growing up with sammy, and you remind him every time that you were his baby but not his baby.

he joked that you were baby vers. 2, and you'd said, "you can't call everything you park yourself in baby." he started calling you princess immediately after.

he'd grabbed your hair once when you were bent over during sex and you whirled around so fast he honestly thought you were going to kill him. like there was more fear in his eyes then than there was in some of the hunts he did before he retired.

when you insisted in front of his coworkers that, no, you did not want to drive your car if he was there to tote you around already. like, fuck him, honestly, for not assuming you would want to be chauffeured. he was still living that shit down.

"no, dean, i'm not blowing you right now, this is a chanel lip gloss." right. because he was supposed to know what that meant. "i am not wiping chanel off with a paper towel, dean." tell chanel to get off her fucking high horse, thanks!

he tried to be romantic once and put his hand on your thigh while driving and you glanced down with a pout and said, "your filthy oil hands :(" with that exact sad face. he didn't know how else to convey the utter devastation in his typed list without the fucking emoticon. you'd have thought he ran over your baby or something.

notes, guys ... i fear they are rent free rn. something ab grumpy/sunshine in any form is going to do it for me every time.

tags ( if some of these dont work im gonna run up and down the street butt naked on god ) @titsout4nicholas @deans-yn @dipperscavern @devoursweetly @jasvtsc @panickedbitch @t3l3vangelism @jensenacklesfan69 @manicjk @mkendlic @hischrrypie @deanswidow @figthoughts

[hexefreya]

I don't think that we appreciate Viktor's plan enough. It is my firm belief that not only did he want to erase Hexcore and himself from existence, but also do some good in the process.

It was established that Hexcore found a way to corrupt the very water, spreading like a disease and infecting the environment. What this means is that by simply killing Viktor Hexcore problem wouldn't be resolved as wild rune remains and will lead to catastrophic consequences in the long run. Only Viktor himself could defeat Hexcore by consciously making the choice to destroy it. And Jayce was the only one who could make this outcome happen - he very well knew about it and the power he had, armed with Viktor's own feelings.

So the question remains: why did Jayce wait till the very last possible moment to show Viktor the power of love? He didn't try to earnestly talk to him even once, and always looked like a person set on a mission throughout. He also seemed to know the outcome of some encounters beforehand.

For instance, when Viktor is entering Hex vault? Jayce isn't even trying to attack Viktor here or be on a defensive, as if confident Viktor would do nothing and just walk by.

And of course this scene, where Jayce kneels by his weapon and closes his eyes, resigned for what is about to happen.

It is my opinion that Jayce had a pretty good understanding of the future events and his role in it, which leads me to believe that the severe escalation of Viktor's evolution, leading to the final fight, was necessary.

I honestly feel like animators did an amazing job showing how incredibly hard it was for Jayce to straight up crush Viktor time and time again, especially when knew about Viktor's feelings and realised himself that those were reciprocated. Can you imagine the pain Jayce must have felt? Killing the person he loved, warping them into something monstrous and even then, at his worst, Viktor was anything but indifferent to Jayce, and him alone.

But if it weren't for Jayce shooting Viktor the first time, literally breaking his heart, Viktor wouldn't lose his faith in humanity (Jayce) and agree to move on with Singed's procedure. It was stated that his power was finite, so I would speculate that Jayce didn't even try to persuade Viktor because he knew that even if he succeeded either Savior Viktor didn't possess enough power to stop Hexcore, or it was straight impossible without Ekko's anomaly. Hexcore would remain in the world any other way, therefore it was necessary to trigger Viktor's evolution to the Machine Herald form.

It also explains why Jace yet again isn't trying to convince Viktor in the Council room encounter afterwards, despite having Viktor coming forward, wanting to talk and bearing news of the hostile intentions of the Noxian. This is interesting, because in my opinion the most significant detail here is Viktor's reluctance to "evolve" Jayce to the point he'd rather kill him. And we know that for the Mage Viktor's plan to work Jayce has to be connected to Hexcore. That's why there is no attempt at talking at this point. Even if Viktor were to concede this very second and destroy Hexcore, it would still leave completely disorganized Piltover and Zaun facing oppressing Noxian forces. It is only after Jayce rejects and "kills" him once again that Viktor lashes out and completes his evolution. And as a result, it gives a perfect common enemy to unite forces against, which finally brings Piltover and Zaun together.

We shouldn't forget how everything started, how Viktor shared Jayce's idealistic dream and passion to bring magic to people and improve lives. Sure, ironically they got caught in a paradoxical anomaly that was dooming the world instead.

"In the pursuit of great, we failed to do good".

Viktor had achieved the end of pursuit and regretted it. Eventually he came to terms with the fact he's the only one who can effectively destroy hexcore, consciously chosing to erase it and himself from existence. And I refuse to think he is anything but pedantic about it, the scientists that he is. He knows what exactly must transpire, and he has the hindsight of different timelines and possibilities to organize the best of possible outcomes, the one that maximizes good this time.

[hyperions-light]

A home in life, a berth in death, a house of many mansions: the Necropolis fucks

Before the game came out the Necropolis was one of the top five places I was hoping they would let us visit in Thedas and I'm so thrilled it did not disappoint! The architecture, the atmosphere is impeccable, the reactivity everywhere (cleansing the Vault of the Beloved, the secret room that appears, the skeleton workers that begin cleaning different areas as the game progresses), the detail in everything. Did you know that in the room where you get the codex entry about the flesh-eating beetles, you can look down and see them running across the floor? Love it!

But the environment itself is only an aspect of what makes the Necropolis so much fun; the insight we finally get into Nevarran culture is possibly the most important thing that comes out of it. The only Nevarran we've really met before was Cassie (love her, she was not very informative, though), so to actually get to meet people who serve as stewards to one of the most sacred cultural rites is incredible and exactly what I wanted from this game. I loved discovering their unique perspective on magic, and how they handle their Templar Order.

It's also a fascinating lore point to discover that Emmrich can speak to the dead; we've never actually encountered a REAL ghost in DA, I don't think. There have been things which appeared to be pieces of once-living people, but it could always be explained by 1) weird magic causing them to live past their normal lifespan 2) a spirit acting as a dead person. Emmrich makes a distinction between speaking with real dead people and imbuing a once-living body/articulated skeleton with a spirit. This is so cool and interesting! And they've been doing this consistently and regularly, to talk to the late King Markus! All the magic applications in this game make the South seem so boring lol (but that's for another post).

And I love that the Necropolis itself is considered alive by the Watchers! It moves and rearranges its own configuration in accordance with some sort of unknown will; is it partially built inside the Fade? Is it imbued with magical energies, like Arlathan was? How old is it? Is the reason it functions this way because it's so old that it predates the separation of the Fade from the material world, or is it just that the Veil is thin there? Are the Lichlords the ones directing the Necropolis? How? So many interesting implications and questions brought up by just the building itself!

I think my favorite thing about the Necropolis and the Watchers, though, is how they present death. Most of the cultures that we've encountered so far in Thedas view death as a universally negative thing, but the Nevarrans celebrate its place in the cycle of existence. In the gardens, which are such a beautiful, peaceful location, there's a puzzle you can do where you have to turn on a series of meditation bells in a specific order to get into a treasure room; when you put together the poetry accompanying each bell in the correctly, they describe (metaphorically) the movement of a person through life and into death. It's such a gorgeous little detail, and I love the way the Necropolis is designed to encourage the player to think about death (it also folds in so neatly to Emmrich's personal plotline!), especially since it is so integral to the game as a whole (yet another different post).

Visiting Blackthorne Manor and picking up mementos in the Necropolis shows that, this death positivity is, in fact, a pervasive cultural attitude. Nevarrans believe that they have a duty to each other that persists after they die; that the body can keep being useful; that the living should honor the dead. It's such an interesting perspective that was missing from the DA series; people die all the time, and, of course, it's intended to make the player sad, but DA has never seriously discussed death, its implications, what it truly means or how it affects those left behind. They've never really made you sit and look at it as the player. There are some sad lines after Leandra dies in DA2, but it's mostly in the narrative to give Hawke a reason to hate blood magic and stuff. There's no funeral. There's a few lines from Gamlen, Hawke, and your companions, and then the game moves on. It's always like that; the game gives you a moment to be sad, and then it moves on. There's no mourning. But this game is partially about mourning! It's about people being gone, and it being too late; it insists you look at death and deal with it, and the Necropolis is the epitome of this.

The game asks the question over and over what you think the characters should do in response to their own losses, and the Necropolis represents are really interesting, nuanced, answer to that question. They're not gone; they're right there. They're still with you. You can go and visit them and celebrate who they were in a place that honors and cares for them, still. It's so beautiful and interesting and full of love, for the living and the dead.

I didn't even talk about Emmrich's plotline or the class differences in the Necropolis, or how everyone there is a weird goth nerd and I love it so much, but I think that's really the important point: the symbiosis. The living; the dead; the spirits; the corporeal, all finding a way to be together.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Ghouls and sex pollen: thoughts? Feelings? I’ve seen in some fics the concept of excessive rads gets a Ghoul going, but I’d love your expert opinion ;)

My feelings are as follows: sex pollen is one of my favorite tropes for sci-fi and I go a little nuts thinking about it, frankly. It's often heavily tinged with flavors of BDSM/primal play/self-denial/dubcon/etc., and I enjoy stuff in that vein. I'm also a real dupe for what is basically forced escalation of sexual tension between characters that don't wanna admit how badly they'd like to fuck one another, and the trope lends itself really nicely to exactly that.

I've seen similar fics to the ones you mentioned, and I've also seen fics that take a more traditional approach and have a more literal sex pollen/inhalable pheromone vehicle. Both work great for the canon and setting, in my opinion. Thanks to the likes of Vault-Tec, we have biological experiments gone horrifically awry in the vein of Vault 22 (a crop research vault whose researchers all fell victim to what is basically a "zombie ant"-style parasitic fungus that eventually coats your entire body) to lend credence to the possible existence of something like that. The fungus that took over Vault 22 also originally came as donated samples from the X-22 research lab/botanical garden at Big MT. If you don't know anything about the horny, intellectually overstimulated little freaks featured in Old World Blues, well...let's just say that something like a "sex pollen" being created by someone there, purposefully or through acts of unbelievable incompetence, isn't outside the realm of possibility.

However, literal sex pollen is a more broadly-applicable trope, and it's for that reason that I also really like the excessive rads/radstorm idea. Trust me, I know that in the incredibly niche terms of "Fallout ghoul fucker fanfiction tropes", the idea that high radiation situations are basically the same thing, but for ghouls, is as overdone as 70's pornos with plots about fucking pizza delivery guys or whatever. But, like...I will firmly argue that it's that popular for multiple reasons. Those reasons are that it's fun to read, fun to write, and a pretty canon-appropriate way to provide that sort of instantaneous, almost insurmountable sexual tension that I was talking about before.

As I sort of touched on the other day in my little drabble about sex with glowing ones, I think radiation is not only something that rapidly heals ghouls, but something that actively re-energizes them when they're exposed to higher amounts of it. Maybe it even makes them a little stronger, a little faster. A lot hornier.

To me, though, it's less like the overwhelming, visceral, "I need to fuck something now or I'm seriously gonna fall over dead" sort of horny that you often see in sex pollen fiction. In my mind, it's almost more of an ecstasy-style euphoria that makes you feel so good and alive that all you wanna do is sink yourself into the person next to you. Lots of energy, shared good feelings with others who can feel what you're feeling. It lends itself heavily to things getting physical, and quickly.

And not just because the increased rads in the atmosphere would recharge them, either. I imagine things like radstorms, or spending time in a particularly irradiated location, provide a fairly significant analgesic effect to ghouls who suffer from chronic pain in some form, of which I imagine there are a great many. More who do than don't, I'd be willing to bet. Ghoulification is hell on the body, and that's before you factor in how many of these people have stuck around to put wear and tear on their bodies far past the typical human life span. There's a reason characters like Raul complain about their joints all the time! Pain is exhausting, and even those with high sex drives can find themselves hampered if they're always hurting and tired. Take away the hurt, provide some energy, and don't be shocked at what happens!

I will say, though, that I would certainly leave room for the possibility that some ghouls would have more of a "take me into a high-rad area or a storm and I'm gonna have to carry you out, because you won't be able to walk once I'm finished with you" sort of reaction to these situations. Factors like a lack of overall daily pain, higher than average sex drive, a particularly sadistic or aggressive nature, or already present intoxication would increase the odds. In cases like that, extra precaution would need to be taken so that they didn't accidentally do you serious harm; increased inhibition means loss of control, and the average ghoul is already strong enough to hurt you if they want to without extra radiation fueling them.

Plus, you know, there's the matter of how the increased rads will impact you without your partner even being factored in. I hope you're stocked up to your eyeballs in Radaway!

[chvoswxtch]

midnights- blurb (less than 500 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request a vault track to make it spicy)

"you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires." (from bridgerton) hey babe. i am weak. and i neeeeed this for matt. please. i need him to be insanely in love with me but SO mad about.

hi my angel. enemies to lovers coming right up ;)

blurb below the cut

desire (matt’s version)

you are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires

Matt couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was about you that drove him absolutely fucking insane, but you got under his skin in a way that no one ever had before. From the moment Karen introduced the two of you, it was like trying to force two opposing magnets together. For every snarky quip he made, you had a smartass retort loaded in the chamber, and all it took was one condescending inflection perceived in the other’s tone to get you at each other’s throats.

Matt hated how clever you were. He hated that you were able to keep up with his sharp wit, and cut through his ego with your own. He hated that you were intelligent, and that sometimes your argument was better than his own; not that he would ever tell you that or miss the opportunity to debate you regardless of knowing you were right and he was wrong. Matt hated that Foggy and Karen, and everyone around you, found you so goddamn charming because he thought you were the Devil incarnate. 

Or maybe he hated that you were all soft smiles and gentle words with everyone else, but the second he entered the room, you were sharpening your tongue and preparing for another verbal war.

He couldn’t remember who hated who first.

But right now, as the two of you were locked in yet another heated argument about God even knows what, he especially hated you, because the scent of crisp green apple from your shampoo lingering in your hair made his heartbeat throb in his veins. While you were dismantling his defense ruthlessly with your vicious words, all he could focus on was how soft and supple he could tell your lips were. He could feel the way your dress strained across your chest that was heaving slightly with your irritated breaths and the rise in temperature that flushed in your cheeks.

He hated that he could feel the unfiltered passion in your vexation, because he knew you don’t fight with someone the way you fought with him unless there was something there.

In the middle of your verbal laceration, something in him finally snapped, and his large hand came up to loosely grasp your throat as he shoved you back against the wall. A sharp gasp of surprise flew past your lips, and the edge of Matt’s mouth curled up in a faint snarl as he leaned in so you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

“You are the bane of my existence.”

He could feel your heart’s rhythm pounding relentlessly against his fingertips, and the way your eyes darted back and forth, frantically trying to see past his crimson lenses for an explanation to why he had you trapped between his body and the wall behind you, completely at his mercy. But the intoxicating aroma of your arousal slowly starting to seep between your thighs was all the confirmation he needed.

Matt let out a heavy exhale of exasperation as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hand slowly snaked upwards to cradle the side of your face while he finally confessed in a delicate whisper.

“And the object of all my desires.”

Without another word, Matt captured your lips in a hungry kiss, one that elicited a soft noise from the back of your throat that made his heart skip a beat. As you eagerly returned his kiss and tangled your fingers in his hair, Matt allowed himself to finally accept the truth he had been avoiding.

Matt hated you because he loved you.

[tobiasdrake]

Digesting Sonic 3. All things considered? I'd put it at a solid "Pretty neat".

I came out of theaters with a very solid... Meets Expectations. Trailers pretty much gave away the whole film but y'know it's a family movie so parents need to know what to expect.

Shadow the Hedgehog

It kinda feels like they went into this knowing that Shadow's going to sell out tickets and they don't need to try with him, because they didn't try. The film's take on Shadow is shockingly barebones, to the point that they even just recycled the "Sonic heart-to-heart with Knuckles" scene from the second film for his inevitable turnaround.

Gerald and Eggman eat up all the villainous screentime, with Shadow tagging along behind them and occasionally saying one or two lines to remind us that he's mad.

As a result, Shadow's story feels heavily undercooked. He, Gerald, and Maria were part of a G.U.N. project and then G.U.N. besieged their own facility because of reasons, and Maria was killed by an explosion brought on by an accidental misfire while two G.U.N. operatives were fighting over whether or not to shoot at them.

Why was G.U.N. attacking themselves? Who knows. Doesn't matter. Literally all that's said on the subject is "They're going to take Shadow away." The film aggressively does not care why Maria's dead or what G.U.N. even wants from Shadow.

They can't have wanted much. They left him in a vault for fifty years. Weird thing to do when you're so desperate to seize control of him that you'll shoot your own people to get him.

...yeah, this one's not nearly as tightly written as the second movie. Shadow's basically a nothing character; He's just here to facilitate cool scenes delivered in Keanu Reeves's trademark cardboard acting. It's Gerald, Eggman, and Sonic driving the plot.

Even when he does get an opportunity to be distinct, such as wondering aloud whether Maria would want them to destroy the Earth and being silenced by Gerald, the fact that Reeves cannot emote to save his life leaves the delivery hollow. Shadow is a character driven by emotional response to grief, and he's being played with a voice that cannot convey an ounce of feeling.

Even in the climax when he turns, he's Sonic's "And Also Featuring" until he becomes a tool to facilitate Eggman's spectacular finale. The movie is never really about him, in stark contrast to how Sonic 2 handled Knuckles. He just brings the novelty of having Shadow on the screen sometimes, and often feels like an obligatory afterthought.

The Eggmen

So that leaves Gerald and Eggman for the villainous duo. I think we all went into this expecting that it might be Eggman's swan song, and boy, is it. Playing dual roles as himself and his wicked grandpa, Jim Carrey chews enough scenery to last a lifetime.

The Eggmen feel like there are... ideas of a story between them. Gerald is grieving for Maria and lures in Ivo to help with his plan. Ivo laments that he's never had the love of a family before, which leaves him emotionally vulnerable for Gerald to manipulate.

But Carrey's Eggman is a character who rejects emotional sincerity and serious storytelling, and always has been. Every step along his way is suitably ridiculous, all the way up to his sudden heroic sacrifice.

Seeing Eggman go is an emotional and heartfelt moment, not in a "Losing a beloved character" sort of way but in a "Farewell, Jim Carrey" kind of way. The films' take on Eggman has always been a hollow vehicle for Carrey's comedy, moreso than an actual person who exists in a universe. We all knew that and if you're still here for movie 3, you've probably accepted that.

This film brings the Carrey-est performance that Carrey's ever Carreyed in these movies before sending him off so nakedly and unambiguously that they can leave the audience certain he won't return again.

Team Sonic

The films' bizarre take on the Sonic cast as a nuclear family being parented by Tom and Maddie is as weird as ever.

Idris Elba's Knuckles steals every scene that he's in. He is now officially the Guardian of the Master Emerald, but in the same way that you might make one of your brothers Guardian of the Litter Box. It's just his chore. That he doesn't even do because he recruited one of his friends to do it instead.

Wade Whipple is the Guardian of the Master Emerald.

Tails and Knuckles mainly play support to Sonic, Tom, and Maddie in the film. They get punched out of the first Shadow fight, play mission control for Tom and Maddie's infiltration of G.U.N. HQ in the second act, and get fired for most of the film's climax only to impossibly show up in Earth's upper orbit out of absolutely nowhere at the eleventh hour.

But despite having little to do, they're very present and provide a lot of personality and charm to the film. And where they do get to step in, such as Knux finally getting to "break glass in case of emergency", it's a lot of fun.

This all makes the film incredibly charming. Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles are fun characters to watch. Eggman and Gerald are fun characters to watch. Tom and Maddie get some cute moments. And also Shadow is present.

It's not as good as Sonic 2, which had an unbelievably simple plot carried by the wit and charm of its cast knocking heads together. Sonic 3 is trying to tell a more complicated and dramatic story than either the series's tone or general storytelling competency is suited for, and the result is something like making fart noises in a mortuary. But the wit is still witty and the charm is still charming, so it gets by nonetheless.

That Post-Credits Scene Tho

Everyone shut the fuck up and pay attention because Sonic 4 is going to be fucking it.

I know all-a y'all are excited for Metal Sonic and I don't even give a shit because Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy

[orangepeetals]

“SAY DON’T GO” ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

(pt4 of playlist for a star series)

PEETA MELLARK X F.READER

pt1 / pt2 / p3 / next part !! ^^

Summary: You and Peeta were tributes for the quarter quell, so they tried to stay together until they couldn’t do it anymore.

a/n: i speak Spanish so the story was originally written in Spanish and then I translated it into English, plz don’t be rude if there is a mistake !! 😞

warnings: Mentions of death, violence, angst, torture.

The days had been chaotic, interviews, training, dealing with the other tributes and looking for allies, Peeta and you had obtained a 12 in the tests, from Peeta you understood it but for your part, you came to the conclusion that it was in revenge for offering yourself instead of Katniss to enter the arena again, you feared for your life but especially for Peeta’s. You needed him to return home, Katniss was temporarily out of risk, so if you were dead, and you were going to do it, Peeta wouldn’t be alone, he could live a life With Katniss if they had to continue with the farce of the lovers.

Peeta and you didn’t waste any time, when they shouldn’t leave the apartment assigned to the 12th district and they were out of risk of being seen, you spent the whole day stuck together, talking about everything, about life, about what it would be like when they left, about how they wanted things to change, they were in their own world where nothing could harm them, the days before the games, you made sure that your boy didn’t miss a single sunset, you knew that he loved them and how important they were for both of you, once they entered that arena, no sunset could be beautiful if it was corrupted by evil.

It was time to sleep, Peeta took you in his arms and took you to bed, he sat in this one still with you clinging to him like a koala, you didn’t even want to see him in the face, you couldn’t, you were crying in silence, the blond felt your tears on his neck and let out a sigh, he was trying to contain the tears too, they both knew it was their last night together, in the morning they would both be on their way to the fucking sand. His hands caressed your waist and your hair, he cleared his throat before he could talk.

“Effie wanted us to wear something golden, he said it was something like a token, so that they know that we are a team and that we will endure until the end, I asked her to please give me this for you, I want you to take it and be strong just in case...”

“Shut your fucking mouth” you let go of interrupting him, you knew what he was going to say and you weren’t going to accept him saying it, you sobbed and stuck more to him, if possible, you let him keep talking, you wanted to hear the melody of his voice. “You know what can happen, beautiful, I’ll die there and I want you to take this so that you don’t lose hope, you’re going to leave that place alive anyway, you’re good, you’re fast, you know how to handle daggers and swords better than anyone else” Peeta’s voice could make you believe anything but this time you knew it wouldn’t be like that, you were going to die and your boy would come home but he didn’t know about it, you just wished he could forgive you for this.

He took your hand and extended it towards him, took something out of his pocket and put it on your ring finger, you separated to see it and you saw a beautiful ring, it had a precious stone in the shape of a star, it looked expensive but luxury did not surprise you in the slightest, Peeta’s heart was what sheltered your soul, he showed you his hand, he wore one to match yours on the same finger. “If I die, I want to die being yours, y/n, I want you to know that you and I are married regardless of what the rest knows” His eyes were as full of tears as yours, you kissed his lips in desperation, your breathing was agitated and your hands tried to caress every part of his existence. “I love you, Peeta Mellark, no matter what happens, I’ll always love you with all my strength, even if I die, I will continue to love you and illuminate your path forever, I will never let anything harm you” you did not wait for an answer, you did not need it, they both lay in bed without separating of the kiss, you couldn’t stand the desire to love him anymore.

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In your nightmares you were in a beautiful room, you could tell that it was from a classy place, your body burned and you felt that your head was going to explode, you felt pain but you didn’t know where, the confusion was too much, the blows came back, you begged them to stop but they didn’t listen to you, someone pulled your hair and forced you to look forward, you expected your death to come but you met Snow in front of you, with a horrible smile.

“Miss y/n, the only thing you had to do was let Katniss Everdeen enter the arena, maybe we could have saved your loverboy, or do you think i didn’t know?” Fear made you feel paralyzed, the pain ceased and his words echoed in your head, you felt stupid, you should have left Peeta, you should have kept him away as he was, you cried desperately. A puncture made you return to the reality of your nightmare, the images were in front of you while Snow’s voice did not stop resonating in your mind, they were memories of your life and in each of them, Peeta Mellark hurt you, he hurt Katniss, he was damaging everything, you began to hallucinate, Peeta wanted to kill you, you didn’t understand why, you loved each other!

“Peeta Mellark betrayed you, y/n, he delivered you to be free” Snow laughed next to you as you writhed from the pain feeling more syringes in your body, now you were on the floor. “I’m just trying to protect you, y/n, now you know the truth, if you cooperate I will be able to give you the best of lives away from Peeta Mellark,” he continued showing your memories, they looked strange and some bright but you associated it with whatever they were injecting at you. You remembered him, Peeta had abandoned you in the arena, badly injured, possibly he had been victorious, you would have thanked him if it were not because now you needed him to die, Peeta was a liar, he never loved you and it was always a lie to be able to win him, he didn’t care about anyone, his plan was always to kill you.

They weren’t nightmares, they weren’t bad memories, everything was true, all that seemed real.

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You opened your eyes suddenly, where the fuck am I? You thought, every part of your body hurt and the dizziness didn’t let you think, what looked like doctors were checking you but as soon as you realized this, you screamed desperately. “Please stop, kill me, I beg you!” The doctors took your arms and you cried inconsolably, without stopping begging. “you’re fine, calm, you’re in the 13th district now, you’ve been rescued from the capitol” you couldn’t believe the words of an unknown person, so you fought until you got tired or rather, they managed to calm you down. Once you were calmer, one of the doctors spoke to you and briefly explained what had happened, you felt stupid because of the way she spoke to you but you were already exhausted from trying to fight, you had already passed so much that at least an hour without torture was a miracle for you.

You allowed them to be checked, your body was weakened and you had lost weight considerably, your whole body had marks and scars from your weeks in the capitol, you kept crying in silence while thinking about what you did to deserve all that pain, all that suffering, the answer did not take long to arrive, because you heard a familiar voice behind you, you heard his steps running while he shouting to let him in, he came to kill you, you knew it but you were not going to give him pleasure. You turned slowly to see him, his eyes overflowed with tears and his gaze was full of love, liar, he was a mutt, he wanted to deceive you again to fall, for a moment you almost believed him, something in you wanted to run and kiss him but your survival instinct was greater, when you felt his warmth near you, you took him by the neck and threw him to the floor, putting yourself on him, Peeta choked a scream and fear took over his features, you hit him until they fell asleep again.

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I posted it again because I didn’t like the previous one I uploaded, I hope you like it! I want to finish it soon :-) I’m also accepting requests for other fics !!! 🌸

taglist: @mellaurks

[tiramisugrl]

Omg no way I’d love to ready any and all of your essays on midnights!!! Also I completely forgot the karma Ice spice remix existed until you mentioned it oops 🤭🤭 also I really liked that comparison you drew to the 1989 cuz I see a lot of ppl comparing the 2 as ppl albums but that 20 year old —> 30 year old arc? It’s soooo intriguing and I see it now esp with songs like midnight rain or question. What other songs do you think fit this arc, and would you connect any of them to songs in 1989?

for brevity, i've chosen three songs from each album to compare to each other to show, how taylor has evolved between 1989 and midnights, and how the latter carries over themes from the former. and i'm gonna put it under the cut bc it got kinda long woops

Bland Space & Anti-Hero

Blank Space was the first time she wrote a song being self-aware (technically shake it off came first, as a single, but i'd argue blank space is more specific). It's specifically about how her dating life is perceived in the public eye, and she acknowledges how it is kind of ridiculous, but also that, even though the men she dates know what they're signing up for, they still decide to date her.

Anti-Hero follows the same theme of self-awareness, though now, almost a decade later, her fame is in focus, because she's become the monster on the hill, the most famous woman in the room at any given moment, and for some, the public included, this is grating. And she knows that, and points out, that she's aware of her faults, and she's sorry, but she is who she is. There is also more angst about her legacy - "I have this dream my daughter in-law kills me for the money" - which again shows that her priorities have changed. Of course she's worried about if her lover leaves her when he gets tired of her schemes, but what if one of her children marries someone who's more interested in her money than in them and is willing to kill for it? What does that say about her as a potential mother?

Out Of The Woods & Question...?

This one is kind of obvious, but stick with me. The way I see it, after love & heartbreak, Harry Styles is her eternal muse. It's a relationship she keeps returning to throughout her discography, and I have to wonder if it's because that relationship really did a number on her, and even after all these years she keeps lying awake at night wishing it had turned out differently. I also theorize that after all these years, Styles has become less of a person in her mind than a concept. The one that got away, the great love of her early 20s. She's never writing about him as a person anymore (post 1989, including vault tracks), but merely as a symbol of eternal regret and youth wasted. With this in mind, let's get into the songs:

OOTW asks the question: are we out of the woods yet? Can we stop fretting about our relationship and how it looks to the public and just be in it? She says "We were built to fall apart, then fall back together". She knows this relationship is doomed, but she is also convinced that they will find their way back together eventually. At this point in her life, Styles is her recent ex and she's closer to the situation, so we're able to get more details of their relationship (the Polaroid, the accident, moving furniture so they could dance etc). Even though this relationship has already ended, and she's remembering back to it in the present, it's still a fresh wound. Maybe even a wound that will never heal.

Question opens with "I remember", sampling OOTW and tying it directly to that song, that period of her life, and Styles. Now in her 30s she's lying awake at night, and asking herself, and him, what the fuck actually happened back then, and why did he treat her like that. "Did you wish you put up more of a fight?" Do you regret it? Do you miss me like I miss you? "Does it feel like everything's just like second-best after that meteor strike?". By now, her relationship with Styles is a distant memory, and he himself has become a muse for her to escape to from her current, unsatisfactory relationship. The lyrics are less specific too, we only really get any details in the chorus, because Styles merely a concept at this point, an amalgamation of all her exes into one, and she's asking all of them: do you wish it had turned out differently?

New Romantics & Hits Different

This one is a little silly, but also very serious.

New Romantics is about moving to New York with a broken heart but trying to have fun with your friends regardless. It's about being young and having fun and not worrying about love or anything else, and it's about valuing the people in your life who are there for you, and not chasing someone who doesn't care about you. "The best people in life are free".

Hits Different, compared, is a kind of devolution. She's still at the club, but she can't stop thinking about her ex, and though her friends try to cheer her up, it's just not working. If New Romantics is the pre-game where you get dressed to go out and forget about your ex, Hits Different is the six hours and a bottle of vodka later, where you go to the bathroom and stare drunkenly at your reflection in the mirror - all red eyes and smudged mascara - and you break down crying because you just thought of your ex again. Escapism can't mend a broken heart. And that's what she has realized on this song. This ex, this is the one she can't get over, no matter how hard she tries. Who this ex is, however, we'll never know. My money is still on Styles.

[idiosinkratico]

i forgor to post this. these are my different couriers. more below. WARNING: theres actually A LOT of text. i went kinda crazy there..

okay so the first one... i cant choose his name, well, i do have his name is just that does it make sense? like the reason he haves that names, does it make sense? How does it make sense that a Hispanic family chose that name since they have reserved what little remains of their culture for years? So it all started clearly with the fact that their ancestors were Hispanic, the war came, they were among the few who managed to enter one of the Vaults. and well, the family wanted to maintain their identities so among themselves from generation to generation they continue speaking Spanish and having some hispanic practices adhered into them. Although over the years, after getting used to the new society, they 'lose' a bit of that. For example, they speak more English now than they did back in 2127. Yes, I made this OC to experience a bit of what other cultures/nationalities would be like in Fallout, whose world focuses more on the United States than anything else.

Well anyway his name is Ismael surname Barrera. Now to actually explain who he is, he's of course, courier six, but he is more of a traveler than anything else. his gender is quite unknown, not even them can explain it, and he doesnt care if he gets confused glances. is whatever for him (have you noticed the lil bit of self insert yet?). oh and also he likes to travel for the sake of learning new places, new people and how the Wasteland works. she also is a Prospector (polite name for scavenger. yes i robbed this phrase from the game). he loveees to collect stuff, which is why he wears the roving trader outfit! also i added other things to make it look like he does collect and reutilize things a lot. like the NCR helmet. he ISN'T from NCR (and actually critizes them a lot), but he keeps the helmet. also yes i made it deliberadly to look weird is a helmet with goggles then he wears glasses, and then again theres another goggles on his neck... why? because he never feels is enough. i mean, while collecting stuff he may have the same things because who knows if the other could be lost or broken. companions say that they look like a whole ahh brahmin pack, and that hey, they exist too. give them some of their stuff, your back doesnt look okay. as in personality, i think i let it clear hes curious. way too curious. so many times he got into combat because they looked at something and wanted to look what it was, then boom it was a big scorpion. also they are definitely idealistic, they believe that well if the world cant change, at least she haves to change, and give people a reason to believe not everything is hopeless (so yeah he has good karma). they also are analyze almost non stop, thats a part of their curiosity. and i mean like he can analyze from how the factions works and how all the options (NCR, Legion, Mr. House, and yes, even Yes Man) will affect the Mojave, lalala but also suddenly analyze hey how do robots do that thingy when a man loves a woman so much? theres way more but i think this should be enough. other stuff includes: loves history and science. collects books from time to time and reads it a lot, which explains where he gets big words. barely remembers his past other than he traveled a lot and why he does so. shes around his early twenties. major skills are: Science, Survival and Guns. Traits: Four Eyes and Hoarder. oh and;

S: 7 P: 3 E: 5 C: 4 I: 8 A: 7 L: 6

> As for the other, this one i just did recently. A compulsive liar. Havent still decided his name, though Oscar sounds good enough. Around his late twenties. Identifies as a man. Worked as a courier because he didnt have anything else better to do. After getting shot, while it wasnt of course pleasurable, he kinda liked it since finally he has something interesting to tell and is actually the truth AND he was shot for actually being important. he twists the story a bit just to make himself look better. also yes when veronica asks him where does he comes from, he unironically and bit dramatically answers "From the grave". cares a bit too much about his appearance. well more like he cares what people think of him. you can imagine the amount of joy he had when he heard in the radio about himself and how people seem to finally see him as someone famous. as for what side he goes for, he chooses Yes Man instantly. You can already see his S.P.E.C.I.A.L. status so i wont bother putting it again. Oh and he also suffers a bit of amnesia from the bullet. He has mostly good karma but since hes also bit of a robber, doesnt have the best reputation, and also, people find out he lies a bit too much. Major skills includes; Barter, Sneak and Lockpick. Traits: Kamikaze and Fast Shot.

> And the last one. Her name is Dhalia. Around her late twenties as well. Tbh that wasnt her design at first. Thats a doodle i did but i liked it so much i chose that drawing as her new design. For her i dont really know what kind of personality she may have. I guess shes the quiet, logical type of person. She values reason before all... or well thats what she says. Also shes very blunt. Doesnt tolerates at all if she sees bitchy behaviour. bit too serious but doesnt mean she doesnt have a sense of humor. She was a mercenary before becoming a courier, why did she choose to be one? to take a break... that sadly didnt last as she was shot in the head. she has more like neutral karma. Like she doesnt really 'care' about whats right or wrong. she mostly looks for herself before anything else. surviving is the first and foremost important step. that doesnt mean she can't help others though, but most of the time when she helps someone is more because she logically assumes that yeah, this is the right thing to do, and doesnt do it out of compassion. at first she was siding with Mr. House just because 'is her job' but she herself realizes that he isnt a very good choice for the Mojave. she may side more with NCR because she thinks they are the ones who may bring more stability to the Mojave, and this also probably because she was born in the NCR (i am not saying shes right) (though i cant still decided for myself what side she may take. well, i am still writting her so i guess it makes sense). Major skills are: Guns, Sneak and Medicine. Traits: Trigger Discipline and Skilled. And;

S: 6 P: 7 E: 7 C: 3 I: 8 A: 9 L: 4

- I have way more OCs (this is how i know the fixation is down bad lmao). Like i have a latinoamerican ghoul that like i want to explore once again about other cultures/nationalities in Fallout, though i guess to make it more 'fit' to themes of the franchise, will be about the American dream, though i dunno if there was such thing like that in Pre-War America, which is why i am kinda leaving him on the dust until i know better about this. Then theres also another ghoul who is an old doctor lady, actually inspired in one my very old OCs and realized that i could just make her a ghoul and thats it. That is more of my love towards old ghouls... we need them more, desperadly. also made her to be from Vault 12 and be one of the ghouls to leave the area around when Set was set (no pun intended) for leader. likes to medically study how ghoul transformation works. also works as a doctor as she has quite the knowledge from Pre-War medicine. i also have a human guy OC thats a mechanist and in him i want to explore about undiagnosed neurodivergence in a world like Fallout.

and and my favorite so far but i cant even know if she fits is a First-Gen supermutant OC thats (again) a mechanist and a crafter! shes Olivia. she makes and fixes supermutants' armor, in fact decorated her own armor hehehe. though of course she doesnt make every armor for supermutants, she came from my question of where the hell do supermutants get their armor? like of course they won't use humans' armor, thats way too tiny. then again they have to get the right resources for an armor thats actually an armor, like whats the matter in putting materials that will be just like dressing with cardboards? but besides that, she also makes other stuff that are like, common day-to-day stuff, but, for supermutants! i mean like, stuff like humans may use and if supermutants may use too, she makes it to be more accesible to supermutants, and she does so because of the feeling of community between eachother, like she cares for them and wants to help. i still feel like she may not fit within supermutants a lot though (i have the need to make OCs as accurate as possible based in the world they are in). but i guess thats whats fun is about. oh and also, i made her because man we need more female supermutants!!! for a bit of backstory, as i said shes a First-Gen supermutant meaning that she comes from The Unity, shes like one of the people that came from one of the Vaults. i still work on what her opinion is about being transformed in a supermutant... if she finds it better or not. anyway. after The Master goes kaboom along The Cathedral and Mariposa Base, she as other supermutants wandered around The Wasteland until finding Broken Hills in where she finds she likes crafting stuff besides armor. She worked as a miner there. Then basically she follows Marcus with the other supermutants until settling in Jacobstown. Also I don't know if this stupid and nonsensical but like remember Tabitha's wig? So uh yeah do you know Olivia also likes scavenging around places to find the resources for her crafts, and also along the way bring resources for her community. what if she finds a wig and some heartshapped and gives it to Tabitha, as a gift yes. im sorry for bringing Canon + Non canon interaction.... she is quite saddened by what happened in Black Mountain. if she could she would have take Neil's place to look out for the place but shes busy with her own stuff. also shes close friend with Lily Bowen hehehe and lets her ramble about her grandkids (again. heh. get it?)

Uh well i think i said enough already. that was all bye bye!

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

Nowwww quick

Top 5 Scott Lang moments

Ooh! Oh oh oh oh! Okay uhhhhh… since it’s me, you’re also getting the why they’re my top 5

Scott breaking into Hank’s house (including the deleted scenes showing him getting a feel for the place) - this effectively shows us how brilliant Scott is at what he does. This man is super smart, and very few actually give him the credit for it. He overcame every obstacle thrown at him in clever, ingenious ways. Truthfully, the only thing that stumped him was finding the suit instead of the score he was hoping for. Everything else was cake. In one deleted scene, it shows Hank explaining to Hope why Scott breaking into a coded vault was such a big deal was because Scott figured out the pattern the algorithm gave for the alarm code and broke in that way.

“Thinks for thanking of me” - This scene was my very first introduction to Scott Lang waaaaaaay back when Civil War hit the theaters, and I was immediately hooked by this sweet guy who looked like he was voluntold to help out a bunch of superheroes who didn’t match his energy. I loved him from the moment Hawkeye opened the van door and made Scott flinch out of sleep. That scene was just a really good snapshot of his character.

“I don’t have to win; we both just have to lose.” - This. This is the most (serious) Scott Lang thing I’ve ever heard. Scott is not a winner. Not in the sense everyone thinks a winner should be. Scott wins when he can see everyone he loves is safe, and he’s done the right thing. Even if he pays the price for it. Scott was willing to give up everything to make sure his world, his timeline, his loved ones were safe and out of harm’s way. In the face of what felt like a lose-lose, Scott said, “I choose to lose so others can win, and I’ll be okay with it.” Ultimate hero status here, people. I said what I said!

Time Heist - Look, Endgame was very problematic, but the best thing that came out of it was Scott Lang’s brand of genius and optimism rolling in to save the day. Nothing - and I do mean nothing - made me happier while watching the movie than seeing the guy almost everyone overlooked giving the Avengers what they needed to succeed (thank you, Doc Strange for making sure Scott survived the Snap). The Time Heist was brilliant! Danny Oceans who? No, my dude, Scott Lang is the heist master, and the only reason why we didn’t see more of Scott taking more action and training the Avengers on the heist and how it was gonna work was because Marvel execs are cowards who didn’t know how to wield such power.

Dad of the Year Award - I cannot create such a list without recognizing the amazing relationship between Scott and Cassie. Do you know (one of many reasons) why Ant-Man was so good? Besides being an excellent heist story, it was a love story. A love story about a dad trying to get back to his daughter (mirrored by another dad trying to get back to his daughter fyi) because nothing was more important than that. And the heist worked because that was Scott’s ticket to do just that. You make the outcome be in Cassie’s favor, and Scott will achieve the impossible. Hell, the man sacrificed his life and existence by shrinking to subatomic levels, believing he would never ever come back from that, to save her. And then actually did come back because of her! Plus, the man turned his entire house into a live-in heist game out of cardboard and duct tape for Cassie. You cannot tell me Cassie is not the number one person in his life; you just can’t. And I love him for that tbh.

[milliemakesmagic]

The Valentine Family, a family out of time

Millie hasn't posted a fic in a HOT SECOND.

but here I ammmm.

A few generations have passed since the Sole Survivor broke Nick Valentine out of that vault. One of those generations they shared together as husband and wife. But the more time passes, the more his memory banks fill up, and he starts to forget everything. Including his own family.

Me and @psybrepunk came up with this idea when we discussed the memory banks eventually failing Nick. I'm not sure how Gen 2 synths memory banks work, but for story purposes, he basically forgets everything after several generations. Enjoy!

Word count: 955 Warnings: Sad. Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56777947

There was a cardboard box in Valentine Detective Agency that Nick Valentine could never come to terms with. 

Right now it sat on his desk in front of him. He stared at the scribbled words on the side of the box: The Valentine Family.

His yellow eyes traced the words over and over, hoping it would make him remember something. Anything. 

He’d been through that box hundreds of times. 

He’d studied the pictures and read the letters and held the scraps of clothing, hoping it would bring back some memory. 

At one point, his synthetic existence had a story that didn’t belong to Nick Valentine the cop.

He had a family. A wife, a story of his own. 

He also had a son. But he knew that part because that child was the same as him. Frozen in time. 

A young boy named Shaun, that apparently was a copy of his wife’s biological son. 

Shaun had found his own way with other synths like himself so Nick didn’t see him often anymore. But when he did see him, they almost didn’t know how to act. Or at least Nick didn’t. 

Shaun’s memory was endless. So he remembered his mother, he remembered their family, he remembered where he came from. 

Meanwhile Nick, the man that this young synth called “father”, had no memories of that time. 

But one thing never changed, whenever the boy visited, he would climb into Nick’s lap and fall asleep while Nick looked over cases. It was the only thing that made Nick feel the ghost of familiarity about the past.

Nick rummaged through the box again chasing that ghost, struggling with the feelings of pain and grief as he desperately tried again to remember something.

There was a photo of him beside two young women, written on the back it said, “The Detective, the Vault Dweller, and the Journalist.” Inside the box along with it was a newspaper article called Publick Occurrences, written by a woman named Piper Wright.

There was a red handkerchief with a photo of a german shepherd attached. Nick again puzzled over who would name their dog, “Dogmeat.”

A photo of Shaun and the woman who was Nick’s wife, cuddling on the couch watching the snow falling through the big front window. “Christmas Eve in Sanctuary Hills.”

He opened an envelope and read the note that was written in loopy red writing, something about an anniversary, and how much she loved him. He pulled out the scrap of red lace from inside the envelope and admired the little threaded hearts in the material.

Further inside the box he found a small bent up fedora, the note attached to it was in his own handwriting. “He wanted to look like me, so on his birthday I got him this. He wore it until it couldn’t hold its shape anymore.” 

There was a photograph of Nick sitting on the couch with his wife straddling his lap and carefully stitching extra material on his neck to avoid further tearing. She was laughing in this photo, and it looked like he was too.

Nick ran his hand over his neck, feeling the worn stitches that had started to come undone over time. Someone who loved him, carefully tried to fix his struggling synthetic body. And she didn’t look ashamed of his appearance or who he was. The joy in her laughing face as she repaired him in this image had Nick sometimes staring at this photo for hours.

Finally his hand pulled out a worn holotape. He turned it over in his fingers before putting it into the player. 

“Nick!” Her voice sang. “Welcome home! How did the Barnus Case go?” 

The rustling of what Nick assumed was her hugging him was heard.

“Well you know, it went as you’d expect.” His voice responded.

“Daddy!” 

The sound of footsteps running to him and then the impact of Shaun jumping into his arms was heard.

“Woah careful! Don’t want to break your old man anymore than he already is!” 

“Well we missed you!” She continued.

“Oh did you?” 

The sound of Nick and his wife sharing a quick kiss crackled over the tape.

“Dad! Did you find me that type of wire?” 

“Oh did I? Well Christmas must’ve come early because I got you this type of wire, this type of wire, and, these batteries.” 

“No way! Thank you!” 

Shaun could be heard running down the hall again. 

“How on earth did you find those? I assumed he made them up.” She chuckled. He heard the couch creak as they sat down. “I’ll be honest I have no idea. Stroke of luck I guess.”

She laughed, a melodic sound that haunted Nick’s dreams.

“I’m glad you’re home Nick. I love y-“ 

The holotape scratched silent. 

The quietness of the agency rang in his ears. 

He ran his hand over the stitches on his neck again. 

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” He whispered, as if her spirit could hear him. “Why can’t I just…” 

He sighed, dropping his head into his hands. 

He stood up, getting ready to put the lid back on and shove the box into the corner where he hoped it wouldn’t hurt him anymore. 

But before he did, he pulled out the photo of her laughing on his lap as she repaired him. 

His thumb rubbed over her figure, beautifully frozen in time. Her face forever captured in that expression of pure joy and love. 

He crumpled the picture in his hand, holding it tightly against his chest. “I can’t remember my own damn wife!”

He threw the photo in the box and shut it before shoving it back into the corner and going into the alley for a smoke.

[empyreansentinel]

Hiiii I remember u sawtooth posting a bit ago and I got so excited <- Sawtooth canyon fan number 1

You saying Brick was a bad bandit leader and asking why the Sawtooths dont just overthrow the Slabs is so fucking real honestly. I've been thinking abt that ever since I first beat this game a year or two back, and thought "Why doesn't Brick care about the bandits he's leading, that's basically his workforce..... Is he stupid", but it does make sense in a way ? Cuz Brick isn't a bandit from Pandora specifically, he's (a vault hunter) from Menoetius, so he doesn't actually know shit Bout crap when it comes to actual bandit hierarchy or grouping. Say what you will abt the moralities of Flanksteak,or the Flynts or any other bandit loed, but they at least care enough about their groups to know they need to keep their numbers up. But I think the other slabs just stick around to him and tolerate his inability to lead because they know the Sawtooths would completely crush them if they didn't. And there's a really important reason for that also:

Brick is not only built like if a muscle came to life and started talking, but he's also (or used to be) a vault hunter. A vault hunter that, Very Specifically, is allied with the crimson raiders, which is built from a bunch of members from the Lance + other vault hunters. They're not trying to start a fight with the maniacs who massacre entire towns worth of bandit camps for one reason or another. They have acquired enough territory to be considered a super-power in comparison to say, Nine toes' group from the first game, whose group was very small and contained to being near Fyrestone. My theory is they're willing to put up with whatever the Slabs do on their side of the territory so long as it's contained There, because they know if they did anything their leader would get a whole other array of problems involved. Which is literally what happens in-game because Brick calls the vault hunter group the second they even remind him of their existence, and they in turn kill a whole bunch of people about it.

Im rambling atp but Bandit politics is interesting and I love how you go about ittttttt

BRICK IS JUST....hes a very frustrating character to me. he’s written as this big dumb himbo character who loves his friends but a lot of the choices he makes in 2 paint him as just being reckless with the lives of his men. hes stationed the slabs directly in the middle of hyperion territory. their entire point of being is to put a wall of bodies between handsome jack and the rest of pandora, and its been that way for years. and it is not a fight they are winning, the best they’ve managed is a stalemate, which could be quickly overturned if jack used more than 3% of his brain power and razed the place like he did lynchwood and new haven. but that for some reason isn’t enough to occupy him. he also instigates fights with the sawteeth and lynchwood as well. lynchwood is on the defensive, its not going to go out of its way to start shit with the slabs because its primary purpose is being a source of eridium, not a military base. the whole deal with the sawtooth clan is even worse, because Brick is still the one picking a fight, with the excuse that the sawtooth have been selling out VHs to jack for money. which 1) WOMP WOMP and 2) further proof he still considers himself a VH and not a bandit. he sends you to cut through sawtooth cauldron and kill dozens of people for explosives. to uh. clear a bridge, if i recall. that can be crossed by buzzard. which the slabs have in abundance. whatever. all of this to say: yeah, you’re right. he SUCKS as a bandit leader and I think a lot of the slabs are with him out of necessity. because even after being ousted by the rest of the crimson raiders and mostly cutting contact with the BL1 VHs, he still values them as people above the slabs. hell he values the BL2 VHs, total strangers, above the slabs and that was before he even knew they were with the raiders. the biggest sell for me is his dialogue after you kill mortar. he questions why the sawteeth are still fighting, and calls them stupid for doing so. like he doesnt understand at all.

[hatredmadeofgold]

I'm a terrible person with words, but here I go. (using a translator, my English is a little shit when it comes to writing and a little bit when it comes to pronunciation, ha!)

I would like to say with ALL my heart that I love your work and the writing in "Sing to Me", my heartbeat even accelerates when I remember the existence of this work of art and how wonderful the sensation was, the euphoric feeling of read each chapter and see all the care and dedication put into it. I have immense affection for Raiden, Sam (and Monsoon :)). Seeing how complex they are in the story brings me immense satisfaction, and I just wish all the positive recognition for you, it's impeccable.

(There's a lot I'd like to express, like my hyperfocus- but hey, I'm a terrible person at showing appreciation and affection, I hope you got the message anyway :))

hugs and kisses from a Brazilian! 🇧🇷❤

Oi, não se preocupa! Não sou falante nativo, mas entendi muito bem. Da próxima vez, você pode me escrever em pt-br (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Thank you so much!! I am really happy to know that you enjoy my work 💕 Honestly, every time someone tells me that they enjoy Sing to Me so much, I am getting really happy. This fic means a lot to me and gives me lots of strength and stability, although on the outside it might look that I am not doing much for it for the past year (I do, it's just background work that I can't show T_T massive spoilers and so on). But I mean, I kept saying that each time somebody came to my inbox about it for the last months.

And I am so glad to know that you're feeling like this for each chapter you've read so far! This fic in itself is really complex and long, I could give you a rough estimate of around ~100 Chapters for the main story (Those would be just arc 1-3, the series, however, has 6 arcs in total excluding the 2 AUs). Sooo... let me say, you've got a lot to look forward to, I suppose :3

Also I hope that you'll be curious about the revisions too. Chapter 5 and 6 will have a darker tone than their current version that is on AO3 at the moment, but also will be much better in quality. Chapter 6 will have major changes I think, especially the second halve of it. I am all giddy and excited myself whenever I think about all the plans I have for this story. The drama, the comedy, the (bitter-) sweetness, but also the chaos, the pain and the darker parts of this fic. I wish I could go on a ramble but it's so many spoilers lmao And I don't want to take that away from my readers. If anything, I might drop a few essays about Raiden and Sam that I've got on my to-do list at some point, that in some cases will directly tie to Sing to Me as well.

The series also goes in great detail about Sam's past and who he is as a person because I was a bit dissatisfied with how most fics for this pairing at least that I've read didn't come up with much for his past (but I still liked all of them regardless), hence I went a little bit insane about him. To the point that Sam is technically my OC now (according to my beta reader) lmao

Jsyk, this is my current graph view of my Obsidian vault for Sing to Me and all the dots that connect to him:

My vault is an absolute mess still tbh because the program is a bit overwhelming when you don't know where to start, so this is far from how complex this fic actually even is.

What I can tell you pretty much spoiler free is that the series is complex because timeline wise, it starts in the year of 2001 and ends (technically) in the year of 2026. I say technically because ARC3.5: The War in Heaven goes a bit crazy with science fiction elements and time is... let's say, "relative". The main fic spans from 2019 until 2023 btw.

The prequel (ARC0: I Come with Knives) is entirely about Sam's past, from his POV entirely, and a collaboration with @thatthereneverwas since he originally requested me to write it. Basically adding more Sam lore that we definitely need :3

Please don't hesitate to come to my inbox or DMs if you want to chat about Sing to Me, samuraiden or just Sam or Raiden with me! I don't bite :] Monsoon is also my favourite from the Winds of Destruction aside from Sam, so I get you! I've been thinking of maybe including him in the fic as well, but it's uncertain how so yet, and if it will just be a flashback of some sort 🤔 But I take notes as I go, we'll see :3

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[harrietbarnesblog]

You're losing me

Masterpost

Masterlist

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Warning: cheating (suggestive), arguments, wounds, crying, my shitty ass writing

It's very common to have arguments in a relationship. But what if the relationship is nothing but arguments. Sometimes some funny shit would turn into a serious argument between you and Seungmin.

You loved him so much you never thought of leaving him even though you two argue way too much for a regular couple.

“I don't understand, y/n” he said furiously.

“I know you don't.”

“I thought everything was fine.”

“Leave me alone for a few minutes.”

He left the room. The room was bright with light. You once used to adore this room. It used to be yours and his favourite room. Now looking at it you feel tortured. You reach for the string of LED lights hanging on the wall. You rip it out and throw it and slide down the wall crying.

Last week you and Seungmin had another argument over a girl. He liked her post and claimed it was an accident. But he also texted her. How can that be an accident too? He said, “you are reading too much into things, y/n.” You apologised. “Will we be alright?” you asked him. “Yes, my love.” he kissed your forehead and held you in his arms.

Next you woke up with a blaring headache. Seungmin wasn't next to you where he usually was to be when you usually wake up. You heard someone laugh from outside your room. You went outside to see who it was. It was Seungmin on the call with someone. He wasn't talking much but he was being loud in a sense.

“Can you keep it quiet? I have a headache.” You told him. He just nodded.

“We can add that song in the next album because it doesn't suit this album's aesthetics.” He spoke into the phone. You assumed he was talking to Chan.

You sat on the sofa next to him massaging your temples. You felt like you wanted to cry. Seungmin was fiddling with an empty glass vase in his hands. It was usually filled with flowers that he would buy for you. But he had stopped buying you anything at all. He would come home late and leave early to the studio. His hands accidentally slipped and the vase shattered on the floor. A small piece pierced your leg. You hissed in pain and started to cry. Seungmin didn't notice you crying yet. Still on the phone. He said, “ one second, hyung. I'll be back.”

He picked up the bigger pieces of glasses with his hand and disappeared into the kitchen. He came back with a broom and a plastic cover. It was now he noticed you crying.

“Darling, what happened?” you glared at him with storms in your eyes. Your eyes were filled with anger and pain.

You said nothing. You stood and walked away from there into the bathroom. You picked the glass piece from your leg and washed it till the blood stopped. You took some ointment and applied it and put a bandaid on it. You took a painkiller tablet and went to sleep.

When you woke up he wasn't there. There was no note, nothing just emptiness.

That was a week but still you can't help but relive through that memory.

You were dying internally but he couldn't take a hint of that when you bite down your nail and be silent in his existence. The love between you two was dying. You were sick of it. But he wasn't ready to admit it.

At the table near you was a photo of you and him. You picked in your hands and smashed it against the wall. You picked it again and traced his face. You didn't know what to do.

“I'm sorry.” He said standing at the room's doorway.

“Sorry won't cut it out, Seungmin.”

“Give us one last chance. Please.”

“You're losing me, Seungmin. Can't you feel it” the air was thick with loss and indisposition.

“We dated for 10 years. We have known each other since birth. I can't lose you, y/n.”

“All you are saying is you don't wanna lose but I never hear from you how much you love. All my friends are engaged after months of dating. I dated you for 10 years and I got nothing out of it. You ignore me all the time. I'm right in front of you and I still feel invisible. we are far gone to bring back to life. It's like I'm fighting in your army in the frontline but you won't address me.”

“So you are saying all of this because I didn't put a ring on your finger.”

“God it's not that. It's about taking our relationship to the next level.”

“Exactly getting married.”

“Okay fine it is one of the causes. Did you think I won't be a good wife?”

He kept silent.

“I understand. I won't marry me either.” you conceded.

“It's not that I won't marry you. It's just that…. I..umm…”

“Seungmin do something. Say something. Risk something. I have nothing to lose unless you are choosing me.” You pleaded.

“I don't love you anymore y/n. That's the truth. But I want you in my life like the friend you once you used to be.”

“ I can't do that, I'm sorry. I'm leaving.” You said.

You picked a suitcase and packed all your clothes. He didn't try to stop you or anything. He just let you go.

[tanith-rhea]

Could I request Lucifer x champion reader?

Can be sfw or nsfw👀, little bit of hurt/comfort, missunderstandings, them being reunited and maybe love confessions?

Much like Lucifer R used to an angel, knowing Lucifer back then aswell, R being considered a Golden child but also a trouble maker because they craved freedom, R remained and mourned when Lucifer fell but was prevented from following after them by their parents, R becoming kinda like a replacement for Samael in heaven since they were both the best and favorites despite their trouble making nature. Eventually R rebels against heaven and chose to leave and revisit their “best friend” you can chose how it continues and ends.

Your Feelings True

Oookay so that was a bit of a rollercoaster. I loved your request and as soon as I read it I had two different plots in my mind. Since I liked both so much, I thought why not do both! So we have the same premise but with two endings: one Happy with a hint of corruption and one Angsty with cruel Lucifer and sad feels. I hope you enjoy it! Also, it is sfw, but I liked the happy ending very much and will probably do a small continuation for it especially because I want LUCIFER SMUT. Sorry, Gwen's Lucifer just does things to me...

Anyway... enjoy!

You remembered what had brought you there, in front of the Ruler of Hell. How could you forget? Their beautiful face could never fade from your memories, no matter how many millennia passed. Their laughter whenever you toyed with your siblings’ creations, how delighted they looked when the others discovered your shenanigans. You could never get rid of the feeling they blossomed in your celestial, immaterial and hypothetical heart. Angels were made of something else, not flesh and bones, certainly not organs, but your chest still hurt as if something inside it clenched every time you thought of your best friend; the one who got away.

“Anael?” their voice was still soft, but more calculative than when last you spoke, “I thought my demons had it wrong when they claimed seeing an angel fall to our doorstep.”

You had rebelled. The Silver City didn’t have anything for you anymore. Since you were forced to battle on opposing sides with the monarch in front of you, Heaven lost its appeal, it also lost its righteousness to you. How could it be right to fight the ones you loved? Forget ineffability, it simply made no sense.

“I came for you, Samael-”

Their laughter interrupted you. You could not fail to notice the stark difference from the ones you were used to hear when you were young, just two mischievous archangels fooling around in creation, crafting the most breathtaking stars and cosmical explosions to fill the universe with beauty.

“I haven’t been called that for a long time,” if you didn’t know them your entire existence, maybe you wouldn’t have noticed the sliver of disappointment behind their practised cordial façade, but you did.

“Would you prefer I called you Lightbringer? Morning Star?” you smiled tenderly at them “Lucifer?”

Nothing changed much on their face. It saddened you that the being you loved, once full of mirth, seemed now a sealed vault, keeping everything away from view. You could not look at them without sorrow.

“Lucifer, I came here for you. I rebelled against our creator like I should have done all these years ago, to be with you,” you reach for their hand, and they let you take it.

“I seem to remember you cowering and betraying me,” they caress your hand in theirs, smiling faintly to themselves, for which reason you could not tell “You knew I would be cast here, didn’t you?”

“I overheard God and Gabriel talking of your rebellion. God certainly knew I was aware of your fate but didn’t seek me to explain. I knew you would be cast to the farthest place from Heaven, but I didn’t know of the existence of Hell, I only thought we would be so far away that no light would ever kiss our skin again, and I could not let you do that to yourself.”

Their grasp on your hand loosened, and they brought both their hands to your face, caressing your cheeks free of the few tears staining them. They were so gentle, their face so compassionate that you were overcome by your feelings, covering their hands with yours and looking deep into their eyes.

“I love you, Lucifer. I could not live a second more away from your presence. The Silver City in all its glory pales in comparison to my feelings for you.”

At that moment, Lucifer closed the space between your faces, coming down to meet you in the middle. They kissed you feverously, ferociously, as if their life depended on it, and you responded with just as much. You felt their fingers holding your head strongly, if you were a different being you might have felt searing pain from the sheer force they held you with, the desperation in them almost too much, too overwhelming.

Suddenly you screamed, parting from them in a panicked thrashing. Your wings were burning.

Happy Ending

Immediately, Lucifer held up their hands, deep sorrow and resentment twisting their face. They stepped close to you while you screamed and thrashed like a wounded animal, eyes wide with no understanding of what was happening and why your feathers had simply combusted.

“Shh, calm down, my love,” they walked carefully in your direction “It will end soon, I’m afraid I can’t make it stop but let me help you with the pain.”

The fire was slowly subsiding, in their place blackened leathery wings like a bat’s were becoming visible. The smell of burnt flesh was not uncommon in Hell, but somehow you could tell the smell of your own body from the others.

You fell to the ground, all strength was gone from you, and Lucifer encircled you with their wings, pulling you to their lap in a protective bubble. Their touch was oddly calming and you felt yourself give in to their soft words.

“I must admit I thought you would have burned in your fall. Perhaps Heaven is a bit more vindictive than we give it credit for.”

You could not believe they would do this to you. You saw it happening to Lucifer, but somehow you thought it would be different now, you thought your wings would remain dove-white and gentle. It appeared you were wrong.

“Come, I’ll take care of you,” they lifted you in their arms, taking you to what you could assume was their chambers “I will make you the strongest ruler to ever exist. No real shall be unaware of your power, fierceness, and wisdom. You will rule by my side, and we will bring those bastards to dust.”

As they whispered in your years, you felt a slow smile twisting your lips. Maybe it was the fall, maybe you resented The Presence since the first rebellion, but the thought of burning it all to the ground sent you into a satisfied sleep, in your dreams, you saw Hell the only remaining realm in the universe.

Angsty Ending

“Do you think I believe for a second that you chose to come to me? To abdicate the cold comfort of the Silver City for your supposed ‘affection’ for me?” their voice was cold and cruel, their smile just as kind and comforting as before. You could not understand how such bitterness could be hidden by so perfect of a mask.

When your guard were down, Lucifer manipulated the flames in the throne room to burn you, making your wings as black as theirs.

“Bitterness has consumed everything good in you, Samael, you’re a shadow of who you were, you’re not free, you are a slave to your resentment!” you shouted, infuriated. The rage building in your body enough to power a hundred smites. However, you had just fallen, your wings were just burned, and even with the power for a very decent battle against Lucifer, you lacked the strength to wield it.

“Mazikeen, please escort our guest to their cell. Make sure it’s the right one, where they’ll be able to contemplate what a foolish choice it was to betray me,” they said, gesturing with their hand to summon the archdemon.

You didn’t have a way of escape, Lucifer would make sure you were securely held in their claws, so you simply accompanied the creature to your new abode, a windowless cell of hot obsidian. It was just your luck you discovered that now you could burn.

After hours of introspection, sitting in your hellishly warm and uncomfortable cell, you realize why Samael were entitled “Prince of Lies”. Because in the throne room, when you looked into their eyes, you could swear on your life and the life of all living beings that they loved you just as much as you did them. It appeared you were wrong.