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verstappen-cult · 30 days

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I would LOVE a part two of the birthday drabble if ur open to that? maybe how max tries to ask for reader’s forgiveness? maybe asking Charles for help but he’s just like “no u gotta figure it out on ur own this time buddy” bc he’s mad at him too?

PART ONE. Max totally blanks on your birthday plans and it’s not pretty.

Max is pacing around the kitchen when you wake up the next morning. When his gaze snaps up to meet yours, you can see the bags under his eyes. You think about reaching for him when you remember what happened, so, you simply walk past him to make some coffee.

“Good morning, schat.” He whispers, looking down. You’re still very much hurt but seeing him like this breaks your heart.

Maybe you’re being too mean, giving him the cold shoulder and not even meeting his eyes, but you also think about what your best friend said last night when you called her crying. He needs to sort out his priorities and give you what you deserve. And you also need to stand up for yourself, you’ve let Max get away with similar things in the past and it’s time for that to stop.

“Good morning,” Charles says as he enters the kitchen. He looks at Max but doesn’t say anything when he sees his eyes filled with tears. You’re hurt but he’s angry. “Want me to drive to your appointment?”

“Mmh.” You nod, taking your cup of coffee and going back to your room.

Charles opens the fridge and tries to look busy waiting for Max to get the fuck out of the kitchen. But that doesn’t happen and he is forced to close the door and face his boyfriend.

“Have you talked to her?” Max asks him, rubbing his hand over his face.

“Yea’,” Charles simply answers, trying to choose between an apple or banana for breakfast. You or Max are the ones always cooking because Charles just can’t do it, but you’re not in the mood to make breakfast and he’s definitely not gonna ask Max. “I’m not the one who fucked everything up.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I just—I didn’t forget, but there were—”

“I don’t fucking care, Max. It was her birthday! It was supposed to be special but instead of enjoying the one day—the only day she really asks for our attention, she cried all the way home.”

Max feels like crying again. He feels awful but doesn’t know what to do to make things better.

The Dutchman opens his mouth but before he can say anything, Charles holds his palm up, shutting him up.

“I won’t tell you what to do, you need to figure that out by yourself.”

Charles storms out of the kitchen, leaving a sad Max behind.

You don’t say goodbye when you leave but Charles, at least, tells him that they should be home by eight, to not wait for them because they will be having lunch together. He doesn’t ask Max if he wants to join.

Max doesn’t know what to do.

You’ve never been this angry before. Charles is a different story, they’ve been racing their whole lives together, so, he has seen parts of Charles you don’t even know.

Max thinks about calling his mom to ask her for advice, God, even calling his sister, but rejects the idea because he knows what they will say.

It’s all his fault. Stupid Max, stupid SimRacing—

Max gets up from the couch, he doesn’t know how much has passed since you left, but the sun is already sitting down.

When Max enters his streaming room he wants to cry again. And he does.

He cries as he disconnects everything. He cries when he smashes the camera onto the floor. He cries while throwing a chair across the room, crashing against the wall. He cries looking at the mess he made, the mess he is.

Max falls to the floor and cries, and cries, and cries, until he feels two strong arms around him and soft words spoken into his ear.

“Max, breathe with me, please,” Charles begs, caressing his back and lifting his chin up with his free hand. Max’s gaze focuses on his face as he imitates his boyfriend, inhaling and exhaling slowly. It takes some time, but Max eventually stops shaking. “Oh, Max. What did you do?” Charles sounds so broken and disappointed, Max doesn’t want him to feel like that. He’s done so much already.

Max starts crying again.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Charles wipes his tears and kisses his eyelids.

Max doesn’t deserve this.

“Hey, love.” Max turns his head around at the sound of your voice. You crouch down next to him, a soft smile dancing on your lips. “Would you drink this, please? For me?” He doesn’t need to be asked twice. You guide the glass to his lips and he drinks the water — with a little bit of sugar you always add when you’re not feeling okay.

Max wants to talk, he wants to apologize again, he wants to scream at you and Charles for being so attentive with him when he doesn’t deserve it. But he feels so tired, all he can do is lean into your touch when you cradle his face with both your hands, palms comfortable against the stubble on his cheeks.

“We’re gonna buy new things and me and Charles will help you set everything up, okay?”

Max wants to scream. Instead, he barely has the voice to say, “I don’t want any of this. I fucked up because of this stupid shit.”

“Max,” Charles calls his name, moving around so he’s sitting next to you. “You love it.”

“I love you more.” He simply says, looking between you and Charles. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry…” He lets silent tears fall down his cheeks.

“I know you’re sorry.” You lean to leave a kiss on his forehead, then, you look directly into his eyes. “I’m still hurt, Max. I won’t lie. We need to have a long conversation, the three of us, but I don’t want you to quit something that you love and enjoy so much. I just,” You notice you’re crying when Max wipes the tears with his thumb. “I want to be a priority in your life.”

“And you are!” He wants to smash his head onto the floor. “God you,” He takes your hand, lips quivering. “and you,” He takes Charles’s hand then. He guides them to his chest, just where his heart is. “are the most important people in my life. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

There’s still so much to say but, for right now, you just want to be as close as possible. You’ll have plenty of time to figure out how to go from here.

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #lestappen x reader #f1 imagine #poly!f1 #f1 grid x reader

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ghcstao3 · 1 year

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apologies for inactivity here’s a vaguely ghostsoap oneshot w outsider pov from tommy. because ghost’s family is still alive because i said so. rest is below the cut. 1.2k words

Watching his younger brother fall in love was a strange thing.

Of course, watching him do just about anything these days was strange enough, but falling in love? For a long time, it had seemed above Simon.

Not once had Tommy ever seen him take time for himself, or let anyone new into his life so long as they’ve been on better terms. It never seemed like something remotely of interest to Simon, either.

Though God only knows how much he deserves to have someone to take care of him for once. From a shitty childhood only made worse by his shitty older brother, then for Simon to have to be the one to put Tommy back on track which led to him falling in love with Beth, and who knows what other horrors Simon would never speak about, it was finally time Simon found someone of his own.

That being said, Tommy hadn’t ever really, truly expected it.

It’s a slow process, but it gradually becomes obvious—to Beth, at least, who will point out signs Tommy hadn’t at all noticed that, when looking back, were quite clear.

Like the uncharacteristic softness in which Simon spoke the name Johnny. The shift in tone when talking about his sergeant though he attempts to maintain a front as to make a show that he knows better than to fraternize with a colleague.

(Though knowing a few stories of the things Simon’s captain has allowed within his task force, neither Beth nor Tommy think it’d be an issue for him.)

But all it had ever started with was a gruff, offhand mention of a new subordinate Simon was none too happy about, because the new sergeant was (and quote), “beyond irritating and without the concept of personal space,” and, “lucky he’s skilled enough for it to be overlooked on the field.” Both Tommy and Beth had tried to argue that surely it couldn’t be that bad, but Simon had only levelled them both a stare he had long since perfected to make even his own brother and sister-in-law look away.

The sergeant isn’t brought up for a while in calls or visits after that, and Tommy is progressively convinced Simon had meant what he said about his disliking. Then Beth asks about it, whether things have gotten better, and suddenly the sergeant becomes MacTavish and he and Simon are almost something of friends. Almost. And from their end of the phone, Beth gives Tommy this knowing look that takes him far too long to decipher, but eventually understands it as her noticing a fondness in Simon’s voice in his renewed opinion of Soap.

It’s odd, figuring these things out about his younger brother. It really, really is.

Then MacTavish becomes Soap becomes Johnny over the course of the next few months, and when Simon visits on one of his rare leaves, for once Tommy doesn’t need his wife’s help in detecting the unique sentiments reserved for this mysterious sergeant. There’s a palpable shift in Simon, a sort of emotion Tommy has never seen his brother express.

It’s unfamiliar, and sure there are things he would never know about Simon, but this? Nearly incomprehensible, at first. It’s new to Tommy as a witness, and new to Simon in general, and it’s all just some confusing mess that neither of them understand in their respective ways.

Though, thankfully, Tommy has Beth for that. Mostly. Whenever she doesn’t scold him for being such a stranger to his own brother.

The worst of the whole Simon-being-in-love ordeal is when Tommy is urged to broach the subject when it started to seem like Simon didn’t realize himself that he was… feeling. Tommy asks if Simon had ever considered that maybe he likes Johnny in a not-platonic way after his younger brother complains about the sergeant being on medical leave for six weeks while he was stuck with training rookies that are (again, and quote), “so green it’s a wonder any of them have made it this far in life,” however Simon only responds with a vehement denial and a quiet not like Johnny would feel the same if I did before he hangs up without a goodbye.

It’s at that point Tommy begins to understand Beth’s frustration with the obvious.

Since Tommy’s question, the ever-present Soap this, Johnny that disappears from conversation with Simon entirely until a month before bi-annual Christmas leave when a near-groundbreaking question is meekly asked—if it’d be alright for Simon to bring someone with him to family dinner. He never specifies who, but it’s easy enough to guess.

(And get it right.)

John MacTavish is somehow exactly and nothing as expected, and it catches both Tommy and Beth by surprise.

He’s talkative, is one thing. That isn’t to say it’s a bad thing, either—they’re both more than happy to finally have someone regale them with the stories that aren’t classified, and John seems just as happy to do so—but also having known Simon for just about all his life and knowing his aversion to chatty people like John, it seems odd he’d be so infatuated.

And infatuated is definitely the right word, when Tommy glances over to see the adoration in Simon’s face watching John speak with such liveliness, an adoration he knows himself guilty of when looking at Beth. It’s the exact same, or so Beth would later say.

Another thing is the touching. It’s subconscious, surely, whenever John reaches a hand out to connect in some way to Simon, but Simon just lets it happen. Leans into it, even. It’s part of what really solidifies the conclusion that Simon has finally found his person.

What really does it, though, is John’s use of Si like the nickname was nothing—and Simon reacting all the same. Even Tommy hadn’t ever been afforded that privilege, and while at first it stings for a very brief moment, once Tommy is over it he settles back into complete disbelief like he’s been told pigs had, truly, learned to fly.

That one had even startled Beth. Had even startled Joseph, who had been told on numerous occasions that his uncle didn’t like when people called him Si. Yet here John sat at the dinner table like Simon hadn’t let him do something previously reserved for absolutely no one.

Later that night, Tommy corners Simon and asks him again about his feelings toward John, because it’s just so painfully clear now. He half-expects another denial, but Simon sighs and shrinks in on himself in a way Tommy hadn’t seen in decades before admitting that he likes John in a very not-platonic way.

That he loves John. That he plans on asking John on a proper date when they get back to Simon’s flat the next day.

Hearing the words from Simon, the word from Simon, is initially bizarre, but Tommy is more occupied with a sense of pride for his younger brother—though expressed in the quieter Riley fashion with an additional wish of luck certainly not needed after seeing how John and Simon act together.

Watching his younger brother fall in love was a strange thing, most definitely. But it also feels rewarding, in some equally strange way, to finally see Simon have something he’s always deserved after so, so very long.

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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Platonic Yandere Joel and Ellie (The Last of Us Tv show).

As a sort of celebration for getting unshadowbanned, here are some headcanons surrounding Joel and Ellie, please like and Reblog if you enjoy.

Joel only cares about two things. Himself, and you and Ellie. Everyone else can rot in hell for all he cares.

Ever since Tess, ever since Sarah, Joel has conditioned himself to not get to attached to anyone. But then Ellie came along, and then you, he could feel his cold walls crumbling away day by day, and it terrified him. He didn't know why this was happening to him, why he cared so much about some random children, one of which was meant to be cargo. All he knew was that he would do everything in his goddamn power to protect the only people that matter in this fucked up world.

It doesn't really matter how you met Joel and Ellie; they can't even remember. What does matter is that you need someone to protect you. Your small, not knowing a world outside the QZ, just like Ellie. You can barely protect yourself, but your forced to struggle to survive on a daily basis, and they both think it's unfair, believing you deserve better.

You’re younger than Ellie, only by a year or two, but that doesn't stop her from treating you like a child. If she can, she will do everything for you, not only because of her view of you, but because she wants to prove to you and Joel that she is capable of taking care of the ones you love. She will for you, cook for you, kill for you, it doesn't matter. She just wants you to look up to her, see her as the big sister she was meant to be.

Joel is overprotective of the ones he loves, that is no secret. He will do whatever he can to keep you and Ellie safe, even if that means doing something you wouldn't approve of. Honestly, he doesn't care. He knows you can't take care of yourself, so he will do it for you. He believes you are his kid; he knows you are his kid. He can't lose you; he refuses to lose you. It's why he refuses to let you do the same things Ellie does, hunt, kill, fight, etc. The most he'll let you do cook, and even then, he still has to watch you while you do it, you know, to make sure you don't burn yourself.

Durning your journey, you see a lot of insane shit, and it weighs heavily on you. Joel and Ellie do as much as they can to keep you from being hurt mentally, but they know that its mostly out of their control. Its why Wyoming is so great for them, it's their first chance at getting to live a normal life, together, as a family.

Joel plays the part of a father very well. He takes care of you and Ellie and takes joy in it. The downside is that you basically aren't able to do anything by yourself. Either Joel or Ellie is with you, which makes it hard to do normal kid things. One day, you asked Joel if you could start school, which was answered with a quick no. You couldn't get a clear answer as for why out of him, but Ellie claimed that it was so you and her could spend more time together, even though you already spend every second of the day together.

Both of them LOVE to guilt trip you. Any time you want to do something without one of them, especially if they deem it dangerous, they are immediately using their trauma to guilt you into not doing said thing. Ellie would mention how she couldn't lose another friend and Joel would mention how he couldn't lose another child. You always felt bad, because of course you would, so you'd comply.

In terms of spending time with you, both of them are able to share you pretty well, not needing to spend time individually with you as long as they know you are safe. They both like to teach you things, wanting to leave an impression on you. Even though Joel hates it, Ellie likes to how to hunt and shoot a gun because, even though it would never happen because she would always be there for you, you need to know how to protect yourself, even a bit. Though, Ellie does get into a lot of trouble when Joel finds out you had a gun in your hands.

Joel likes to teach you about what life was like before the Cordyceps. You listen to music with him, watch movies if he can find any, and he would tell you about things he though was cool, of course embellishing the truth a bit. He loves the fact that you are so dependent on him, even if that is due to his own actions. While he loves Ellie, she is a lot like him, stubborn, brash, and independent. He likes that he can take care of you, and he feels like he gets a second chance with you.

If, God forbid, you get hurt, they would go insane. You could literally just get a paper cut while reading and it would be the end of the world. Joel would be freaking out, quickly trying to get you patched up while Ellie would be consoling you, even if you are completely fine. No matter what you say, they wouldn't listen, fully believing that you are dying. Their protectiveness over you would mostly be due to their trauma while together. They've lost so much; they can't lose you.

No matter how much you try, you can't escape them. Even while in Wyoming, they both keep a very tight grip on you. You have to tell them where you are going before you go, praying that Joel will let you leave by yourself. Joel asks that Tommy keep an eye on you when he can't, so even if you are somehow not with either of them, Tommy will tell Joel anything noteworthy. If you do leave, you can't get far, Joel right behind you, ready to take you home.

It's not all bad though. It is a good family. They both love you very much, and just want to see you happy. Ellie will tell you jokes to hear you laugh, because it's one of her favorite sounds in the world. Joel is a great father, doing everything he can to protect and provide for the ones he loves, it's just that sometimes that means he has to kill for you. He does want to you be happy though, and will only kill as a last resort, and even if he does, he will lie to you, telling you that it was the only option he had, and that without you he'd die.

They both just want to be a family and live in some semblance of normalcy. You are their family, they need you, and they will do whatever they can to protect you.

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Can I request a Maki Zenin x female non sorcerer reader. They are best friends. This could be an angst/fluff/comfort oneshot. Like they are having a usually nice day out. All is going well, and until Maki leaves the reader for a short while, the reader unfortunately collides with Naoya. We all know that he is an asshole so things really go south. When Maki comes back even with tensions high and the destroyed happy atmosphere the situation gets sorted and yeah happy ending.

Haha! Awww, this’ll be the first time I write for Maki so let’s see if I can do the strong girl to the standard she deserves!

Zen'in Maki- Multiple Problems

“You don’t mind just staying here for a bit, right, Dokusha?” Maki asked you politely once she draw down her phone from her face, her golden-browns checking your every movement as she sat on the chair facing you, your frame and hers were practically staring each other down as you fold your arms over the firm wood café table and nodded with all the honesty you could manage

You truly weren’t bothered nor against Maki leaving for as long as she must. Something important could be going on and you care for her, it’d be selfish to force to continue your little café hangout when something drastic can be happening to her or her family as you let out a soft smile and chime your response in that signature sweet tone you’re known for. Maki flashed a relieved smile back, she knew you wouldn’t refuse but she still couldn’t help but beam

“Thanks, Dokusha. I promise I’ll be back in maybe a few minutes! If my order arrives, just tell the waiter I’ll return” Maki explains in a knowledgeable manner, flicking her cute dark green ponytail off her shoulder as she rose to her feet and gave off a friendly wave before walking away casually, keeping her bag of belongings tossed over her shoulder lazily as she disappeared from sight in little time, leaving you all alone at the now semi-empty café table. You continued to smile at nothing, recalling on how you met Maki

Such a wild but cute situation with the two of you that you love to think about at times; Maki defended you from a invisible hand pulling at your hair and once she made that hand disappear, you struck up a conversation as a gratitude sign and Maki found herself going along as she found you sweet. It didn’t take long for her to willingly give you her number so you two can chat after you parted ways

And after all was said and done, you and Maki grew a mutual yet very powerful friendship as she is always looking forward to picking you up from your high school once she is done with Jujutsu High. No, Maki has never told you about her sorcerer status but that’s all because she doesn’t want any cursed spirit to target you. She makes you believe she goes to a private school and you never in-depth question why her glasses have such a odd glaze when worn

Maki is a sweet girl underneath that cold steely exterior. Yes, she was tough and rebellious most of the time you had seen her, but you idolised her like a big sister and she treated you like a little sister back. She opened up to you when she usually wouldn’t with anybody else, not even her own twin sister Mai. You’re the special one and she is doing everything she possibly can to protect you

If only she could have been there in that scene to protect you. As you stood up after several minutes of silent patient waiting for your best friend to return, you realised that you needed to use the Lady’s room and waddled over to it with a slowly growing need to release yourself. However, your plan was throttled by accidentally bumping into a tall figure. Shaking your head in recovery, your eyes scanned up to meet eyes with the person

Zen'in Naoya, Maki’s misogynistic and merciless cousin, judgementally glared at you as you stepped back a bit and he dusted the nonexistent dirt off his dark blue kimono top with disgust marking his dark golden eyes. “Worthless, clumsy fool” Naoya barked, ready to give you the hell for daring to bump into him and ruin his mundane mood. He wasn’t in the best state but he also didn’t wish to be irritated to this level, and it’s all your fault as he will ensure you know that

You internally cried out for Maki as Naoya begin going off at you, shoving you against the wall in a intimidation tactic whilst you felt like crumbling into the hard brick surface whilst Naoya separated his rosy red lips to continue on with his verbal assault, your arms pulled together over your chest as a defensive measure in case he would attempt to swing on you and he did raise his arm

But before anything could strike downwards, a mighty hand grabbed his wrist and firmly, letting out soft cracks and making him grunt in pain as Naoya was spun around to face who the arm belonged to. Your heart jumped in relief as Maki flashed that death stare, a expression that was so sharp it could cut him into pieces. She was definitely not happy with the way he was treating you for not even a mistake, a mere bump and she wouldn’t tolerate you being spoken down to, as if you’re a piece of stepped-on road gum

“What are you doing to my friend, Naoya?” Maki passive-aggressively demanded a answer after keeping eye contact with him for a few uncomfortably long seconds, her voice dark and furious with a tongue so boiling, she could probably spit flames on the spot. She didn’t care much for his mistreatment of her, she could take every punch so easily but not you, she wouldn’t let him ruin somebody so special and important to her

“H-huh? You know him?” You let out a soft, stuttery-like question but just when Maki opened her mouth to speak, Naoya butted in and pushed her back so rudely, leaving your reach to stare her down. “Yes. Cousin… how have you been, huh?” Naoya purred back, equally as passive-aggressive as he let out a malicious smirk at her. Maki didn’t even flinch at any word nor action he pulled, she stood strong with eyes that shot laser beams through his hideous skull. She knew she couldn’t intimidate him to get lost but she could see his cocky grin fade into annoyance

“You’re such a joykill, bitch…” Naoya hissed as he stomped away from Maki altogether to the exit in a delusional sense of victory, knowing that it was truly a waste of time to argue with her with hours on end. She is far too stubborn and annoying. He slammed the café door shut and it eluded Maki to turn around to face you, pulling you away from that uncomfortable wall and bring you steady to your feet again with a comforting hold

Maki’s very frustrated expression dissipated into a gentle smile at the sight of you smiling as well, you encouraged her to let go of her hatred in favour of feeling happy with you. You’re just so adorable and she was happy to protect you once again from the dangers. As she always did but she felt bad that you ended up being basically harassed after she left for under ten minutes. Such a cruel world you to live in but she is here to ensure the cruelty is decreased

“Are you okay, Dokusha? I apologise for him, he is awful. Want to go back to our table now? Our order has, most likely, arrived”

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hyacinthsdiamonds · 2 years

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Reasons I hated the ending;

Inconsistent ooc writing. I don't know who the f was on my screen but that wasn't the Sam or Dean we've grown with for fifteen years.

Plot holes; the vampire mimes??? Where did they come from?? Because John thought Vampires were extinct until Dead Man's Blood and then he's you know dead so when did he have this supposed hunt with these pathetic excuses for a typical monster of the week villain let alone the last ever one?

Jenny. She wasn't even named in her first episode. Not once in fifteen years did one viewer go "I wonder what happened to her". Nostalgia? Most people didn't recognize her. She's only notable for being part of the first wlw and same-sex kiss on the show which was nonconsensual because the other girl forced herself on Jenny and only did it for the amusement of the men watching. There's also interesting points regarding to the show's vilification of queer people in the early seasons as majority of the first queer characters were what the show deemed monsters and were portrayed as predatory or destructive (they literally had Lily accidentally kill her girlfriend by touching her) and if they were "human" they were used as the punchline until Charlie when we actually got good rep and she was eventually butchered. Most queer characters ended up dead, or at least dead from some time. Only four queer characters are even hinted to be alive at the end (we don't know nothing about Charlie 2.0's fate), Kaia and Claire who's reunion and overall ending is left open to interpretation (hinted they're alive as Donna texted Sam which hints the wayward sisters are ok), Max who as far as we are aware is still condemned to go to Hell when he dies and Chuck one of if not the only canon bisexual males in the show was vilified to such a significant degree it doesn't matter that he's still alive. To have Jenny be the character they bring back while ignoring the show's integral queer characters like Charlie or Crowley or Claire or Cas etc is something else when the nonconsensual kiss was what turned her into a vampire.

Of the three female characters we see in the finale none have any connections to the viewers. Jenny the only character we've seen before is killed immediately. Blurry wife literally only exists to provide the womb for Sam to have a son to name after Dean so it doesn't look like he kidnapped a random kid, she's not deemed important enough to be even seen properly. "Sam could've ended up with anymore it's open to interpretation" bullshit because that's clearly a white woman which erases so many interpretations and it is so clearly a cop out. The third is a woman who literally gets silenced at the start of the episode, she gets her tongue cut out. The most we get is a text from Donna and a line about Mary.

Cas' ending. You pulled Chekhov's gun out. The gun had to go off but instead of acknowledging his confession, they refused to allow Dean to voice his feelings, refused to even give Cas a concrete ending. We don't know for an absolute fact if he's in heaven, all we're told is Cas helped. His death is literally bury your gays, an example of out of the closet and into the fire. He deserved better as a main character of twelve years.

Dean's death is problematic as fuck. His death is implied to be a suicide. It's said to be a good thing, him dying, him dying that way. This still fucks me up. He deserved to live. He deserved so much, I see him having some sort of roadhouse like Ellen taking care of wayward children and hunters alike, and having some sort of auto shop like Bobby did. I see him aged and happy. I see Cas beside him as he should be.

Sam's ending is bullshit. It erases fifteen years of character development, of relationships and it makes it all pointless. Sam is forced to lead the life he would've lived had Dean not showed up at his dorm in the pilot. What was the point of any of it? Was Dean just a fifteen year interruption of his brother's real life? His character arc was leading towards a completely different route and they did a full 180 and regressed his character so much. Sam should've become the next Bobby, teaching and helping a new generation of hunters and he should've gotten to keep/use his powers. He should've gotten to pass on Rowena's knowledge to a new generation of witches too and I'll die on both those hills.

EILEEN LEAHY DESERVED FUCKING BETTER. First you kill her by hellhounds. You kill a deaf woman with something she needs to be able to hear in order to have a chance at surviving. Second you bring her back, develop her and Sam's relationship and then you kill her again, don't give Sam a chance to even react to it and then leave her fate unknown and then throw in blurry wife to add insult to injury.

The pacing was so off. Like carry on wayward son plays back to back twice in a weird montage??

The party city wig. It's genuinely laughable. Like that's what the cw went broke over lmfao.

It's hilariously bad for your average monster of the week episode. As a final ever episode, it's like spitting and peeing into the fans drink and forcing them to drink it.

It wasn't for the fans. I know some fans liked it, I disagree with their opinions but respect them BUT it's clear that the episode was the way it was for people who ditched the show earlier on in it's run could tune in and not feel like they missed anything, which for a show with 15 seasons should never have been the case. It was a kick in the face for those who stuck it out from beginning to end

Amara's ending doesn't sit right with me. Like she's just absorbed into Jack? Jack at three is God? Amara should've been God and Jack should've gotten to be a kid on Earth.

Rusty. Nail. Andrew Dabb why did you hate Dean Winchester and Jensen Ackles?

What about Cas' deal with Ruby? What about Rowena and the demons in Hell? What happened to Adam? Everyone Chuck snapped allegedly got brought back (no confirmation on Eileen, Charlie 2.0 or Stevie) but Michael got vaporized in Adam's body so what happened to Adam next? Forgotten again ffs. The vamp mimes are their own plot hole but how did they and Jenny team up? Like what connection did they even have? I could go on forever on forgotten plotlines and blatant plot holes.

John Winchester being in heaven.

Ruining carry on my wayward son. It's literally a jump scare at this point for me

Things I liked about the finale;

The dog

The party city wig for the memes only

#supernatural #spn #destiel #I'm sorry to my mutuals i lied about stopping myself ranting #i promise this is it and I'll return to f1 now

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elvestoneanzelote1 · 2 months

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can you write soft (or as soft as it can get) yandere akutagawa headcannons like before and after kidnapping s/o?

A:n- it's my first time to get something about Akutagawa! Am so happy!!! And yes I will write about him! He deserve it!!!

I try to be soft I promise!

𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘙𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶)

𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨.

*He won't approach you directly.

*A cold look and you know you are in or feel like in trouble.

*did you did a job bad?

*you surely hope not but... His eyes squint and the glare make you think other wise.

*it isn't his fault... His heart often speed up whenever he stare at you.

*he could not help but be repulsive around you.

*Unlike the others yanderes... Akutagawa will be a good choice one way... As been his s/o... Well beside Atsushi who seem better choice but we aren't talking about him.

*Akutagawa love to give you a silent stare... A small compliment if you did well.

*and if you both start dating or become or almost a thing or two.

*he will ask The others for help.

*despite Higuchi jealousy she will eventually help her senior to get you best gift.

*Awkward... As he mostly fight and does not even do paper works.

*do you expect him to write? A letter? Nah perhaps if you count the bloody sorry in the wall or mirror as love confession then yes.

*He will often seems not bother which lead you think you aren't close with him at all and the dating thing is just a word.

*but for him it isn't that way... He really value you.

*more then you think.

*****

*After kidnapping*

*the sole reason he kidnapped you... Can be you broke up with him/ you got injured... And was at death snare... Or... You turn to betray him.

*if you broke up with him he won't hesitate to use force and threats despite his sister agreement to be calm about it.

*he already was thrown away... Or was not value much... In the eyes of Dazai he can't lose you either... Can he? Someone who care for him only to tear him apart?

*you won't leave him no matter... This end... Have... Your freedom cut off.

*you are not getting out unless you love him back.

*but... Don't be happy as it will be only around the house or headquarter. No he won't let you out to parks and all.

*Because you can leave him... You already did and he is not letting you go again.

*yeah.... For a lifetime you won't be going for parks... Or shops it is...

*but... If you got severely injured of sort.

*he will let you move in with him.

*he didn't kidnapped you he said... Despite your argument you will be fine and it was technically kidnapping... In a way.

*but... You have freedom.

*you can wander out to shops with Gin... Higuchi, Hirotsu.

*no not the Tachihara.

*he don't trust him.

*despite Hirotsu argument... Akutagawa is too pestering for Tachihara to be anywhere near you.

*he will often lurks around though when you are out.

*making sure you won't be harm of sort.

*I will say this one is good... As he is just overprotective.

*just don't say you will leave him

*he bear enough Goodbye without the byes been told and there is no good in it for him.

*but... If it was betraying.

*it is either you submit to him... And be with him and leave the work you were working and he will forgive you.

*if not... Well you won't have a tongue to say no. Despite he doesn't want to do it.

*he will.

*your his s/o of course he care for you.

*but the betrayal have a punishment.

*and he like you been silent...

*despite he want to hear you talk of sort.

*but he doesn't mind how it is now.

*since you won't reject him.

*All you have to do is bare.

*and he will take care of you and everything.

*don't make his ability cause more permanent harm to you alright.

*just obey him.

*and he will forgive you for betraying him.

A:n& that's all good day/night to all!

#bsd akutagawa #yandere bsd #bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #yandere akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x y/n #akutagawa x fem reader #kidnapping #bsd Akutagawa x fem reader #yandere bsd x fem reader

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ignite-stars · 1 year

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haunted, azriel

summary, you fear what you do not know.

author’s note, reader is morrigan’s younger sister for angst purposes. angst but pining angst. based off hoax by taylor swift.

His gaze had never felt so heavy. Pretty hues of gold simmered in his deep hazel stare, eyes glazed over with an unreadable look as he stared down at you.

With a thick gulp, the lump in your throat settled. You held his gaze with just as much defiance, refusing to play the familiar game of cat and mouse.

Some part of you felt empty. You had wanted him to look at you for so long, and now that his full attention was devoted to you, you felt. . . unsatisfied.

Because you knew that when the moon fell and the stars disappeared— the sun rising at the beginning of a new day, Azriel would be gone.

You’d have to watch him fall for your sister from afar. You’d scramble to scrounge up the shards of your broken heart as he smiled at Mor’s contagious laugh with such a tenderness in his gaze that you knew would never be directed towards you.

All you wanted was his love.

And Azriel would give you the constellations, the world beyond, and just about anything and everything you’d ask for.

But not his heart, never his heart.

Perhaps he was scared.

Scared that you would not ignore his love as your sister did. Azriel craved that sort of rejection. He had convinced himself he needed it to survive, just as much as the air in his lungs.

From the corner of your eye, the undead fell from the horizon. Starlight glittered in the night sky, landing along your cheeks and the bridge of your nose.

Starfall was your favorite night of the entire year. And usually you’d be spending it with your family, drinking the sweetest wine and exchanging memories of all your fallen loved ones.

But you had found yourself wanting a better view of the full moon, her loneliness far too familiar. You wandered out onto the balcony, leaning over the edge to bask in the cool air.

Your hair had been twisted up into a crown, small jewels and diamonds braided into your hair. And your gown was simple, a midnight-colored trumpet dress that hugged your body in all the right places.

Azriel appreciated all of you as his thumb came up to swipe at the fallen starlight along your bottom lip. Those damn eyes were lined with silver, giving you a false sense of hope.

“Hi,” you croaked out, your lips brushing against his scarred thumb. The small touch caused rose-colored glasses to cloud your vision.

Azriel’s lips twitched upwards, a playful grin pulling at his pretty lips. “Hi,” he whispered back. And you had half a mind to ask him why he had followed you out onto the balcony. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when he was so close.

The small heavenly part of your conscious screamed at you to push him away— to wound him in return for all the bruises your heart had taken, continued to take.

But you had never claimed to be a good woman, and you certainly loved the taste of temptation. You’d let him take all of you, you were sure of it. He had taken your heart. . . And you had let him.

“What are you thinking about, love?” His hand rested against the side of your face. You felt sick.

You didn’t deserve this, you knew that.

But maybe you too, were scared. Scared to find someone who could love you prettily.

Azriel stared down at you, patiently waiting for an answer to fall from your lips. With a heavy sigh, you forced a gentle smile. “Nothing— nothing important.”

Your love for Azriel was ugly and painful. Not like the sharp thorns of a dead rose— but more like poison ivy. The closer you let him get— the more accustomed you grew to his secret touches— the tighter the thick vines constricted around your heart. Slowly suffocating you into a cruel death.

Azriel tugged at your hand, pulling you back towards the balcony doors. “I think I’d like to show you the skies tonight, from above.” His shadows whipped around excitedly, some pushing at the heels of your feet as you walked, rushing you.

You followed him blindly, as you always did. As you always would. Any protests you had died on your tongue as you watched his face light up at the prospect of flying with you amongst the stars. “I’d like that,” you nimbly agreed.

Azriel’s grin only widened as he leaned in, placing a quick kiss to your forehead. As if he could see the poisonous ivy leaves crawling up your throat, holding your heart hostage.

Your eyes fluttered shut.

His love was certainly going to kill you.

But you didn’t mind a slow death.

#acotar #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel #i love writing angst omg chewing my fingers

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kittycatgirlspuppies · 4 months

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You were Andrew’s wife, beautiful and kind and godly. He loves you so deeply, and is an amazing husband.

Simon loves you like you were his own sister, and he was overjoyed when you and Andrew got married. You and Simon are best friends, something that made Andrew very happy.

You were now pregnant with your and Andrew’s first child. Simon and eden were obviously very excited to have either a niece or nephew.

One day you were in town getting some groceries, your brother in law came with you. Andrew would’ve but he had a bad fever, which was part of the reason you were at the store, trying to find something to help him, probably some broth and special herbs. Though Andrew was not particularly happy about you being so active while nearly nine months pregnant, he knew it had to be done. Simon wouldn’t let you go to town alone or carry anything heavy in your state so he came with you.

“What do you think your brother would take easier? This or this?” You asked holding up two bags of medical herbs. “Neither, he would refuse both like a baby,” Simon joked, well, sort of. “Well I’ll force him to take one of them either way.” You replied, earning a chuckle from Simon. You were about to say something else until you felt a pop, and then fluid pouring out of your…. “AHHHHH” you gasped in pure horror. “Y/n what’s the matter?!” Simon asked panicking. “My water broke!” You cried. “Wait what?! You’re not due for almost another month!” He cried. “Well I guess the baby doesn’t want to wait Simon!” “Oh my goodness, ok, I’ll get you to the midwife!” You expected him to just support you while you walked, but he suddenly scooped you up like a baby and started running with you towards the midwife. “Just breath y/n,” he said in a worried voice, seeing you in such pain nearly gave him a heart attack. Once he got to where the midwife was he knocked on the door with his foot. “We need help a woman is in labour!” He screamed. The midwife opened the door and Simon went inside immediately. “Put her on the bed!” She ordered, he immediately did. “Are you the father?” She asked. “No, no, my brother is the father, I’m the uncle,” Simon explained. “Ok can you go get him?” Simon looked at you anxiously. ‘Yes’ you nodded. Even though he was hesitant to leave he knew his brother deserved to know that his child was coming into the world. So he ran as fast as he could to get Andrew.

“Andrew!” Simon didn’t even bother knocking, he just kicked the door down. “Simon what’s going on?” Andrew asked in a sick voice. “Y/n is in labour!”

Andrew froze.

suddenly he shot up, not giving a damn about his fever. He and his brother ran faster then they ever had before.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” You screamed. Your baby was breech, so the midwife was adjusting it.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” You screamed so loudly. The entire room smelled like blood and sweat.

Hearing that scream made Andrews and Simon’s hearts drop. They bursted into the room.

“Men are not allowed in here.” A midwife said to them. “We don’t care!” Simon hissed while Andrew ran over to you and held your hand and started whispering ‘I love you so much’ over and over. Security had to come and drag both brothers out.

it was a long painful delivery but you managed, and gave birth to an adorable boy.

(I’m so sry I loved this request but I got very distracted, the next request I will get done a LOT faster!)

#Simon Peter #the chosen x reader #Platonic #Andrew x reader #Simon Peter x reader platonic

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lindszeppelin · 5 months

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Austin isn’t who I thought he was if he’s too pussy to tell a 22 year old girl he’s unhappy with her and go his own way and the longer he decides to stay the less bad i feel for him. cindy isn’t a good enough excuse either anymore tbh. you’re a grown man and your girlfriends mom scares you¿ same for Randy becauz i think austin deserves more criticism than he gets for for palling around with and hugging and laughing with a known sexual harasser knowing he’s being photographed. What message does that send to your fans that are female? To your sister and female family members? your female publicist that has to be around who you hang around?

At some point we have to accept the loss for what it is and accept that as long as he gets to fuck a model he doesn’t care if she’s annoying//is happy in own misery. There are plenty of actors out there with standards to be a fan of unless he decides to wake up soon. He made his bed.

I feel like I gotta step up right now, because i don't agree with what you said and how you framed it. It's easy to see someone like Austin who is this larger than life person in Hollywood and project a fantasy. But let me humanize him for a hot minute here, it's important. Sit down with a snack because this is gonna be another LindsTalk.

Austin isn't a pussy. This is an extremely nuanced situation of dynamics between people. And I am giving Austin the benefit of the doubt about Rande, because it would be odd for him to know that. Her family certainly wouldn't bring that up in conversation. Rande's sexual harassment is either a niche fact that you're aware about or you aren't. Being fans as we are and seeing who he dates, the facts about her family is stuff that we on the internet are privy to. But Austin probably has no clue about it.

I think your framing of Austin being this scared little boy who is too much of a pussy to leave a 22 year old and allows himself to be around a sexual harrasser is unfair to make. Austin, like all of us as humans, have hangups from childhood and the past that play into how he moves through his life. He is trying to figure out who he is as a rising actor, he's trying to assess his career moves, he's only 32 and his past dictates that he clearly has wounding from his childhood around connectivity, family, and relationships. Allow him to sort though his baggage. He is kind, and sweet, loving. Honestly that man is too good for the likes of Hollywood. And he is the perfect prey for people to use him for their own benefit. Anybody at any age can fall victim to bad mistakes and bad people. When you're in quicksand it's hard to escape, but it's not impossible. And he can do it on his own time when he's ready.

Is being with Kaia his best match and is she good for him? No, anybody with eyes and a functioning brain can see this. But a lot of us have been with someone in our past that wasn't good for us but through whatever reasons we stick it out longer than needed. Failure is a massive fear for people. Breakups are hard and messy and can affect people differently. He is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Is he responsible for his own actions? Yes. We just have to let him wade through the waters and sift through whatever it is he has to sift through.

To wrap this up, I will always be here for Austin and be his advocate because I understand his sensitivities and I see him for who he is as a person. He is not perfect, nobody is. Even your favorite actors are not perfect, they are flawed humans. And while I hope that you can stick with Austin and be excited for the wonderful career he's going to have, nobody can force you to stay here if you are tired of the bullshit. Because hell yeah this shit is fucking exhausting seeing a good person be sucked into a bad relationship But I will never throw in the towel on Austin. He is a rare person that comes around once in a lifetime. All i can say to you is to give him grace. And if it's too much for you and you really think Austin is a pussy then enjoy another fandom to be apart of.

#lindsay's anon asks

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cosmicjoke · 5 months

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From reading your reply about Kenny and the abuse towards Levi, do you think that Kenny ever put/let Levi experience sexual abuse as one of the "tests" for him to understand terror on that level?

This is something I've always wondered about but never really wanted to dive too deeply on because it cuts too close for me. But I would greatly appreciate if you feel comfortable enough to share your thoughts on this question. If it's too much for you in any way, I completely understand.

Hi there, and no worries, I don't mind delving into this.

We know from the preview pages we have for the upcoming story about Levi's childhood, that Levi ends up in a situation in which he's at risk of being kidnapped and sold into a sex trafficking ring. Now, I don't know how this scenario is going to play out until we get the full story, but assuming Levi manages to escape that fate, he's either going to somehow fight his own way out, or Kenny is going to come and rescue him. The men threatening to kidnap Levi are aware of Kenny and the fact that Levi is under his protection, so to speak. But then, they don't seem concerned enough about that fact to prevent them from beating Levi up and discussing selling him into a sex trafficking ring, which also tells me Kenny probably wasn't making it any kind of priority to keep Levi safe and under a watchful eye. I think it's fairly obvious that Kenny would leave Levi on his own for long periods of time, too busy up top taking care of business for Uri, or doing whatever else he was engaged in. I doubt he spent more time with Levi than he deemed was necessary.

Just the fact that Levi ends up in that kind of danger is testament to Kenny's neglect, which is a form of abuse. He let Levi run around in the Underground unsupervised, and get into that kind of trouble, knowing the sorts of deprived criminals that were prevalent down there.

Of course, if Kenny was willing to put Levi into situations where his life was under threat, he might also have purposefully put Levi into situations against child predators and forced him to try and fight his way out. I wouldn't really put that past him. Whether he would step in and rescue Levi from actual sexual abuse, if Levi was unable to defend himself, is the question. Maybe we'll find out with this upcoming story.

One thing we do know is that Kenny let Kuchel run away to the Underground and become a prostitute, and he didn't really do much of anything to rescue her from that life or protect her once he found her. He had to have known that Kuchel would end up in situations where she was being forced to have sex against her will. It's of course a little different when we're talking about a child in that situation. Kenny is a bad man, but I don't know if he would let his sisters child be molested or raped. I tend to think he would step in and rescue Levi if it really came down to it, mainly because it's his sisters kid. The same reason he didn't just let Levi die when he found him.

But I always say that Kenny literally did the bare minimum when it came to Levi, yet somehow, there's a certain group of people that thinks we're supposed to praise Kenny for that and give him credit. But Kenny did far more harm to Levi than good. He messed him up, emotionally and psychologically, in a way that I don't think a lot of people really examine or understand. Levi's a hurting unit. That he's as level headed and grounded as he is is a miracle, in its own way. Levi deserves more credit than he gets for being the good man that he is, because nothing Kenny did nothing to help him to be that way, that's for sure.

#Levi Ackerman #Kenny Ackerman #attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin

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ill-say-this-fast · 7 months

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Hi! Idk if you're still taking scarletsilver/maxicest asks but I'll just shoot my shot I guess.

Idk if I'm alone in this or not but one of my biggest maxicest headcanons is that if Wanda didn't magically create her twin babies... she still would have had them... with Pietro. (Ya know what I mean).

I know, I know, I know. There's plenty of reasons why it sounds illogical. BUT! I feel like if Wanda never loved Vision (or just said "frick it" and just elopes with her brother) or if she really really REALLY wanted to have babies (the 'traditional' way) and asked Pietro... you know that man is 1000% gonna go with whatever his beloved sister wants whether he likes it or not.

Another reason why is because I want them to raise my boys Thomas/Tommy and William/Billy. Especially our lil speed. Baby boy deserves all the nice things. We already see how Wanda interacts with her boys as their mother-not-mother. But imagine if Pietro was their actual dad and how he would interact with the boys?? So many possibilitiessss

And if Wanda and Pietro did raise them, they would also train/mentor Billy and Tommy with their powers early on which would probably make them more powerful or at least more in control in their powers.

Anyways, sorry for the rant! Just wanna know what you'd think of this headcanon of mine and anything you'd like to add really! :)))

I'm never not taking asks, thanks for sending this!

i love having them all as a family. for tommy especially. the kaplans are good parents, but tommy never got to have that and that sucks because wanda loved him so much the whole time and ughh they could have been happy. i would love more wanda and tommy stuff in canon or otherwise. but i also love pietro being more a part of tommys life. not sure if pietro is more competitive or concilliatory with him? bit of both probably. seeing himself in tommy and whether that creates friction or pride or pity.

like in 616 i feel like they have major old cat vs new hyperactive kitten energy and idk if that would be the same if pietro helped raise him from birth but i do love it. pietro's slightly put-on long suffering exasperation and tommy's overwhelming need to annoy this one guy in particular but underneath pietro's really fond of him and tommy's looking for attention and for someone to appreciate him and care that he exists. but they should also get to have stupid fun at high speeds (and together cause i imagine its usually pretty isolating).

in 616 i go with the headcanon that billy and tommy are pietros genetically, like wanda made them as if they were his, but it was still done magically and he just had to see it from afar. theyre the children she always imagined having, the ones she really wanted. so i have no qualms about just making them fully biologically his in AUs, its the way the rebirths and subsequent life experiences affect their personalities that i have to work around.

im working on (slowly) a 616 post childrens crusade fic where the two of them sort of readopt tommy. and they form this kind of nuclear family but dont talk to each other about it really because theyre all afraid the others will reject it. 100% happy ending they get the family they were supposed to have eventually.

also something i probably wont write but have as an idea. a very lighthearted fox xmen au where billy and tommy exist and theyre like 12-14 and pietro (peter i guess) has to keep juggling his job of Saving the World(tm) with dealing with whatever bullshit the boys have done. like the phoenix force is out of control and we need to do something to stop jean from destroying the world, but billy really wanted to see a dinosaur and now theres a time rift in the garden and pietro cannot let his coworkers find out about his children and their godlike powers, so he's bouncing between some really deep placatory conversation with jean and trying to find enough cages to put all the velociraptors in before wanda gets home and finds the house in a mess.

#im not getting alerts for asks dont know whats up with that but i will always reply to them when i see them :)#maxicest #txt post #billy #tommy #answered

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flaim-ita · 9 months

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About your desires in Geats talk... your main goal (e.g. DGP wish) is only a fragment of someone's character, not having a main goal for others doesn't mean that they're selfish, because they can display their care in other ways other than main goal, like helping anyone indiscriminately or not resorting into underhanded means if you can help it. And being caring and kind would mean the very opposite of selfish? Unless you mean selfish as anything that enriches you, not "doesn't care about anyone but yourself".

Michinaga shouldn't be considered as doing nothing wrong due to Ace's view of him though (just someone's view), he has good intentions but, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. He's not right until, he leaves his extremist ways entirely to achieve his goal. Actions matter more than thoughts.

Yeah but the thing is that the wish one should be putting into the DGP is one’s heart’s desire, or a way to get it. Neon wishing for genuine love bc she’s lonely and abused, Ace wishing for all sorts of things bc they won’t just let him SEE HIS MOM, HE JUST WANTS TO SEE HER AND ASK WHO AND WHAT HE IS, Michinaga destroying Riders because it’s the only way he can think of to end the DGP. Keiwa is the exception, but like he said world peace and reviving the lost were to hide his true wish, to make his sister happy and reunite his family. This should inherently be selfish because it is about YOUR desires. It would be false if it was not about yourself.

A heart’s desire is also ironically a guiding light towards how you find your way to helping others. Michinaga’s turn towards heroism is just finally having the power and hope needed to take down the organization that ruined his life, for instance. And it’s not just Ace. Over and over, character after character. If you give your all, fighting for your heart’s desire, you have the potential to reach it. Michinaga is not exempt just because his desire is “bad”.

Michinaga is not innocent, either. He has done horrible things to get his wish. But you know what? That’s what he would say too. That is the POINT. As long as the DGP exists Riders will be forced to clamber over each other, to hurt others to take their ideal world, using a system that hurts even more.

It does not absolve him or responsibility because he happily accepted the consequences of his actions. He is a monster who does not deserve happiness. So be it.

Is he in the right? Well, it’s complicated. But is his DESIRE true, and is he fighting for it with all he has? Also yes. And in the world of Geats, that is enough.

#replies #anon friend #kamen rider #kamen rider geats #azuma michinaga

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aria-greenhoodie · 9 months

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Oh u want oc questions I got sooo many bro

Are the robot uniforms for some sort of job, or do they wear them bc they're mandatory robots (or some other secret third thing)? Is wearing them enforced by the Doctors or someone/something else? What's the relationship between robots and doctors? O _ o

YES THANK YOU FOR ASKING AAA I LOVE BEING ENABLED

Ok! So, the bots and (most) of the scientists are actually all part of a lab made specifically to research and house robots that show signs of sentience. The lab was founded by Jody after they created Ticki and he started to show signs of sentience. It’s basically a safe haven for sentient bots, who are often mistreated and even straight-up decommissioned because of their sentience in other places. The uniforms are optional, and basically just so that the bots don’t have to be naked (but they are kinda repurposed and recycled because the lab doesn’t get much funding so that’s why they’re kinda mid 💀) Of course no one forces the bots to wear the uniforms, and Jonaton and Deedee usually opt not to (esPECIALLY Jonaton). All the scientists are part of the lab except Dr. Fredrick (who is currently deceased but he deserved it so L) And most of them have a decent relationship with the bots.

Jody and their creation, Ticki, are very close, which contributed to Ticki liking and trusting humans so much, and Ticki is very courteous and loyal to the other humans he’s encountered. Jody created Ticki as a personal project, and him gaining sentience was not expected, but was welcomed.

Bellby and Jonaton were both created by Dr. Fredrick to be factory manufacturing bots, and neither like him. He was cruel and did NOT care for their sentience. He treated them as objects, and both Bellby and Jonaton not only hold the trauma of his treatment, but also have permanently damaged certain parts of their sensors and systems due to his cruelty. Bellby has become very nervous and skittish because of this, and while he wants to see the best in people, he tends to be rather slow to truly trust. Jonaton, however, fucking HATES humans because of his treatment. As far as he’s concerned, all humans are untrustworthy and dangerous, and he’s VERY aggressive towards them. Most of the scientists in the lab know this and understand, giving him his space.

Dr. Atlas created Deedee to prove to himself he could create a sentient robot. Deedee is actually made from bits and pieces of Atlas’s failed versions of her, and while he’s pleased that he managed to make a sentient bot, he’s NOT so pleased with Deedee being… well, Deedee. Deedee ADORES Atlas, and sees him as a sort of father figure, but Dr. Atlas is VEHEMENTLY against her calling him dad or being too close to her. He’s… not very fond of her or ANY of the bots. He also sorta idolizes Dr. Fredrick and his work, so um. Yeah he’s a bit contentious in the lab…

Milaya was created by Dr. Tawny, and he was supposed to be a therapy-bot. He was also originally supposed to present as female, but after gaining sentience, Milaya expressed his discomfort in that and Tawny gladly made adjustments to his parts to make him more comfortable in his body! (TRANS ROBOT LETS GOOOO) Tawny and Milaya have a great relationship, Milaya seeing Tawny as a sort of little sister, and Tawny seeing him as an older brother. They have their squabbles as any siblings would, but they are both VERY protective of eachother and would always go to bat for them! Tawny is not necessarily a favorite of the lab due to her combative personality towards literally everyone ever, but she’s actually much nicer to the bots than the human scientists, so she’s alright in most of their books.

Dr. Julianne is not a bot-builder like all the other scientists mentioned so far, she’s a bot mechanic! She specializes in complex robot anatomy, and so was assigned to Milaya due to his VERY detailed and kinda confusing circuitry and parts. Julianne gets along very well with pretty much everyone, except for Dr. Atlas (she thinks he’s uptight and rude, and he thinks she’s a slob and unprofessional) and Jonaton (he just hates all the humans, and the fact that she keeps trying to convince him to let her take a look at his faulty parts and fix them makes him angry). Also, over time bothe Julianne and Milaya developed feelings for one another and they are dating now <3

Dr. Will joined the team in order to research how sentient bots acted in order to work on his project, Leemot. Leemot was supposed to mimic sentience without actually being sentient, though she ended up developing sentience anyway, unknown not only to will and the rest of the lab, but also unknown to her. Will was NOT trusted by most of the bots at first, as his father was the infamous Dr. Fredrick, but he quickly proved to be NOTHING like his dirtbag father <3 He and Leemot do have a kinda strained relationship though, due to Leemot seeing him as simultaneously lesser than it and also desperately feeling the need to be in his favor, and kind of being obsessed about him. Meanwhile Will just wants to have a normal scientist-and-robot relationship, whatever that means. Leemot also eventually is decommissioned after an incident where she caused the death of one human and a severe injury of another.

Dr. Shawn is another bot mechanic, and he has a great relationship with the bots. He’s a very friendly and fun-loving guy, and is VERY into the idea of bots being equal to humans. Deedee ADORES him, and even Jonaton tolerates him better than the other humans. The only person he ever really had a problem with was Dr. Atlas. (Go figure, Atlas is always a problem 💀)

Link, Tech, and Logi are all very late editions to the lab, and were collaborative projects between Tawny and Will. They showed signs of sentience almost immediately, and all three consider Will and Tawny to be their parental figures. All three are pretty ok with humans and bots alike!

I’d LOVE to go into more detail with the story and characters, and I plan to make a lil relationship chart thing soon so feel free to dump more questions!! I love love LOVE my Head Circuits story and I will probably never truly shut up about it lmao

#oc #aria ramblings #oc lore #aria asks #head circuits #Robot oc #android oc #bot oc #Robot #bot #android #scientist oc #oc rambling

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cheemken · 9 months

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Some more body swap au stuff bc the angst for this is dope hahah

Abt Cynthia this time cans y'all believe it hahaha

Anyways

So while drawing I was thinking of notes to add for more info and such, and then I got to Cynthia and Wallace and like, man

Cynthia being grateful that Wallace has long hair so she can still hide her left eye. It's odd for her. She's not used being able to see w her left eye again, then again, it's Wallace's body. His body was healthier, sturdier, he wasn't blind on one eye, he didn't have scars on his face. And it was,, she wasn't used to it yknow, she wasn't used to not feeling phantom pains or any kind of pain really, she wasn't used to actually having good eyesight anymore. Like, looking in the mirror, she sees everything; she sees how flawless Wallace skin is, sees how well maintained his hair was, could feel how soft it was, his body was built, and that was to be expected really as he's juggling three jobs he has to keep fit. It was weird for Cynthia, but old habits die hard as they say, and she brushed her? His? Hair to the left side, covering her left eye, she thinks she doesn't deserve to see w her left eye again.

But then, it's tempting yknow, for once she felt like her body doesn't have to force her to rest, she feels great really hahah. So she finally got dressed, she remembered she has to take care of Lisia. Oh no, she doesn't know how to cook. God that's embarrassing, she always relied on her grandparents' cooking until now, and she did try cooking once but ah, well, let's just say the Celestic Fire Dept had to rush to their home

Shit well, she has to try at least, eggs and bacon are easy to make, even Diantha can make those! And Dia is one of the shittiest cooks within their group

So she tried, really tried.

"uhm.. uncle, is everything alright? You're kinda burning them"

"ah, yeah, I'm sorry! I'm just.. really not feeling that well, if I'm being honest."

"oh, why didn't you just say so? I'll cook for us! You just rest up!"

Cyn was having real ass mixed feelings cause for once, wow Wallace really was a good uncle he taught his niece how to cook, and she was doing great! And on the other hand, wow a child is a better cook than her. They had breakfast, w Cynthia trying to strike up conversation, asking Lisia what she's gonna do, who she's gonna be w, smth her grandparents always ask her and her sister whenever they went out when they were younger. Maybe Wallace would ask the same too. And it seems she was right, for Lisia it was a normal conversation over breakfast, she answered all the questions, even shared some stuff abt her last performance, and Cynthia made comments she thought Wallace would say.

Once that's done, Lisia got ready for her own stuff too, telling Cynthia to just stay home, "just call me if you need anything, uncle! I'll just get some pain relievers when I get home!"

"of course, thank you, you stay safe okay?"

"I will!"

When Lisia finally left, Cynthia rushed back to Wallace's room, looking for his phone or for his pokenav. Maybe Steven was okay, maybe he can help her. When she found it, she scrolled through his contacts, finding Steven's name, and she pressed call.

Two rings, then three, finally Steven answered.

"what?"

That.. Steven doesn't answer like that

"Steven?"

"what are you talking about? It's me, Lance! Wallace, is this you?"

"no, it's Cynthia!"

"...what?"

Cynthia groaned, of all the people Steven could've swapped bodies w, the gods decided to swap him w Lance?? She's starting to believe this was some sort of karma, especially after Lance was starting to ramble on too, going on how he doesn't know where he is, in some kind of cave maybe. Cynthia sighed, telling him to just stay there, she'll get him, and maybe they can figure out what's really going on. Arceus grant her the patience, today was gonna be a long day.

#pokemon champions #body swap au #cynthia def stress eating ice cream after getting lance tho fr hahaha #maybe after getting lance they decided to try telling the other champions too #cause theres smth wrong ofc and they wanna make sure everyone is safe #anyways yeah hahah #cynthia is vibing w wallace's body fr hahab

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slate-skylar · 6 months

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pink tourmaline

time: after the parade

ft. @cress-meadowforge

“I wish we could live somewhere else. You and me. We deserve to live somewhere else. That’s what I want. I don’t want to die, I want to live, but not… like this.”

tw: suicide attempt

The cheers of the crowd echoed in his ears even now, in his room. No one had kicked him out or forced him to take the tribute room, so here he still was, staying where he’d always stayed. The night before, after arriving at the Tower and a chaotic first day, he’d fallen asleep easily in Cress’s arms. He’d slept like the dead. Today had been different, though. Waking up as a tribute and going to bed as one made it all feel more final. This wasn’t a nightmare that had begun in today’s waking hours; it was a nightmare that had been sealed by his sleep and asked to be sealed again. Tomorrow he’d begin training, or a continuation of it. He’d see the other tributes with knives and swords – Ezra, who’d promised him a quick death, would be there; Bramble and Nettle, who had not trained for this, hadn’t known they would have to; Mercuria, who had promised him her life; Callisto, Cress’s blood, her sister (was there anything more cruel?).

Slate threw the costume to the ground, kicked it with some reserve of anger he hadn’t known he had, and tossed himself onto the bed. In the moment of the parade, standing on the chariot, he had found some sort of peace or calm that he could only hope he’d be able to muster again in the Arena. But that calm had no room for thoughts or feelings, and here in the room with Cress, those were everywhere. Swirling all around and him, unable to catch any of them to hold them for more than a moment at a time.

Cress lingered at the threshold, observing, trying to understand her place — in this Tower, on this floor, within this room. Tribute spaces didn’t have locks (a measured precaution, she was sure), but the others did, so as she stepped inside, closing the door, she locked it too. It wouldn’t protect them from Peacekeepers, but very little could. The illusion was comfort enough. She kicked off her shoes, tugged the zipper down her side. Cress wished he would stop her, murmur let me from behind, but the dress pooled at her feet unceremoniously. This was not their apartment. This was not their life. From a drawer, she dug out a shirt, his, only in the sense that it had been bought for him. He’d never worn it himself. He probably never would. Everything truly theirs had burned.

The edge of the bed dipped beneath her weight. The mattress shifting as she crawled beside him, settling, reaching, propping her head on a pillow as her fingers traced his ribs. Tomorrow she was due back at her station, back in this world, with the lines drawn clearly: Trainer Cress, with a fresh batch of tributes; Victor Cress, with a familial legacy on the line; Cress Meadowforge, with a reputation to repair or ruin; and Cressida – with him. Only him. She could be that, only that, for tonight. “Where are you?” she asked, searching in the haze, wishing for his thoughts. His eyes were unfocused. Cress could feel him sinking deeper beneath, getting lost in his headspace. “Slate,” fingertips along his skin, “don’t go where I can’t reach.”

Slate turned his head toward her, focusing his gaze on her after a moment of effort. Was it exhaustion that made it difficult to really look at anyone, anything? “How do I stay within reach?” he asked, a genuine question. But Cress wasn’t sure, did not truly know. Perhaps this was enough – that he was aware of her presence, that they were conversing coherently. He touched the bracelet on his wrist. They’d let him wear it on the chariot – or they hadn’t forced him to take it off, anyway. Maybe they just hadn’t cared. Hestia had been a tribute; Cress had been; and he’d hardly talked with either of them about their time in the Games, or just before it. He knew they’d experienced it but he hadn’t wanted to force them to dig into the memories. Now, though, he found himself entirely unprepared. “I feel like I must be in shock, or something.”

“Must be,” Cress agreed. They’d studied shock in the Academy, in a class called Psychology of a Tribute. She’d been fascinated by it: the chemicals that were released in the brain during the Reaping, the different ways the mind and body reacted in the days leading up to Launch, how these could be predictors for failure or success in an arena. “It will pass,” gentle assurance, as honest as she could give. “Being out of the environment will help; it just takes time to come down.”

Slate nodded, as if he believed that were true. He wanted to ask her what environment she referred to – he felt like his current state of mind had been created by the entirety of his life and his country. What environment could he possibly have left?

Cress wiped soot from beneath his eye as her own drifted, to where he was fidgeting against his wrist. Familiar as she was with his body, this piece was new. Well, not quite. The bracelet was worn, frayed lightly. Certainly not part of his costume. Cress dipped to touch it, “What’s this?”

“Hestia’s,” Slate said. “Her token. Now mine.” It seemed full sentences wouldn’t come when it came to this. The braided leather. “Never thought I’d have one. A token. What do I even do with it? What if it gets fucked up?” It could get wet, or it could fall off, or it could be cut off. Someone could take it. He suddenly felt fearful, responsible for this important thing.

Cress adjusted, pushing herself up to sit on the bed, feeling the material, assessing its current condition. “You wear it. You let it remind you of home, what you’re fighting for, surviving to get back to.” They hadn’t spoken much of her experience. He’d watched her Games when they first started training, but Cress had never pressed, never offered more than needed. She didn’t want Slate to see her like that, the amalgamation of everything he had once accused her of. “I wore a necklace,” she said, rolling the frayed ends of the leather between her fingers. “My parents made it, selected and set the stones.” Cress hadn’t worn it much since her victory, but she’d started again, after the fire. It had gotten her through one impossible period of her life, perhaps it could propel her through another.

She dipped beneath her shirt’s collar, pulled the pendant forth, held it between them for him to observe. Her fingers moved blindly over the four stones. The knowledge was rote, a list she’d recited each night: a reminder in the arena that she was still alive. “Black diamond, a shield,” bringing invincibility and beauty to its bearer. “Aquamarine, for clarity and conviction. Pink Tourmaline, to soothe. And Aventurine Green, for luck and wealth.” The gems were set in gold, though Cress had never polished or cleaned it. She needed to, but something held her back, like wiping the dirt, and blood, and tarnish from it would drain its power. Erase her past.

Slate looked, then reached out his finger to touch it. She tilted her head up so he could better reach. The necklace was small, delicate, but with the stones inlaid, it carried immense power. Power even Slate could feel. He remembered Cress holding the stones from Marble, how they’d brought her comfort in the Hob during the reading. He could feel now, beneath his fingers, that these stones had brought her comfort many times. He could see, too, how it had been well-worn by her own fingers.

“I could have yours looked at,” Cress offered, dropping the pendant, which fell against the hollow of her throat. She took his hand again, focused on his wrist, tracing her thumb across the material. “Leather is extremely porous, so it’s impossible to make it entirely waterproof. But a treatment will largely protect it from moisture. If you want to leave the fraying, we can–” It was likely of sentimental value, if it had been worn by Hestia. “But it needs to be oiled, broadly, so it doesn’t crack, and sealed here at the edges, so it doesn’t unravel further.” It would help, keep it in good condition so that it would see Slate through. The intentional destruction of tokens wasn’t commonplace, though. It was a particular cruelty, an unspoken boundary rarely crossed. And besides, if another tribute was close enough to take it, or if an event was strong enough to ruin it, then you were probably dead as it was. “Would you be open to that? Just a bit of care?” An offering of support, an ounce of love.

Slate bit his lip. Perhaps that would be nice, but this wasn’t his bracelet. It was Hestia’s, and she might not like it being messed with, even if the intent was to better preserve it. That way, when it arrived home on his body, she could remove it and keep it. It would comfort her. “We need to ask Hestia,” he said, “it’s not mine.” Those words – it’s not mine – so common for him to speak. He had so few things, and though Hestia had given him this, he still felt like it didn’t belong to him really. It wasn’t his. He was borrowing it.

Cress hummed softly in disagreement. “It is,” she said, knowing Slate, knowing he would deny it. “We’ll ask Hestia, though I’m confident she’ll defer to you.” He made a slight face, an expression of uncertainty, suggesting that he didn’t agree with her, but he knew she was probably right. Hestia wouldn’t make any demands of her own right now, and if this would make Slate feel better, he was sure she’d give her blessing.

Cress’s fingers trailed up his arm, along the slope of his shoulder and down, to brush the hair from his neck. There, still there, that pink line. Not a figment of her imagination, or a trick of the light. Cress traced the scarring, the skin lightly textured, her fingertips following along the discoloration of his throat until he met her eyes. “Will you talk with me about it?” What you did to yourself. What was done to you. “If you’re willing, I’d like to.”

The skin there was sensitive, still healing, and Slate fought the urge to close his eyes, to refuse to speak about it, as he’d done before. She wanted to know. She had wanted to ask earlier, hadn’t. And he wasn’t willing to talk about it, didn’t want to discuss any of his time in prison, but he knew that he owed her an explanation that would, at the very least, calm any concerns she had. He didn’t want her to think that he’d done this after finding out about the pregnancy. He knew she might think it, with her concern over his willingness and interest to have a child. He knew what this could look like, in the long nights that would follow his death.

“It was after they stopped trying to get information out of me,” he said, “before you came.” His voice was dry, as if he were discussing the events of ancient history. The act of removing his clothes, tying them together with knots as tight as he could, knots she had taught him to make as part of their training. Of jumping up, hanging the noose around the top bar of the gate. Doing all of this in the short moments between the guards passing by. The eye of the panopticon always on him, though, never away. Watching him and his naked body as he scaled the bars and slipped his head through the noose.

She tried to recall how he had appeared during her visit, but the memory was unclear. The details that she could conjure were focused elsewhere: his face, his words, the pallor of his skin. But whether it had been concealed, or she’d had not seen, the fact remained that Slate had navigated that encounter while nursing this, harboring this secret against his skin. Cress shifted, hoping his body would follow without resistance. She wanted his head in her lap, and he complied, closing his eyes and allowing her to touch him, to give him comfort. Her hands over him, fingertips trailing his ribs and his back, or else toying idly with his hair, raking gently against his scalp. In this, Slate would not have to look at her. In this, Cress could continue her questioning. He allowed it, eyes closed, the world quiet except for her words, her impossible questions.

“Why?” But that was a poor question. Overbroad and unfair. He was being tortured, and when they were through, he would be put to death. Why wouldn’t he wish for relief? She rephrased. “What did you think about, when it was happening?” And then, brow furrowed, “were you stopped?” Found? Caught?

He didn’t speak for a moment after she stopped, allowing her last words to hang in the air. And when he did answer the questions, he went backwards. From the end to the beginning. “The knots didn’t hold,” he said. “They did for a bit. But not long enough. Fell on the ground.” Gasping and trying to figure out if this was what death felt like and if so, why it hurt so badly. Cress’ acknowledgement came only through her touch – constant, careful not to startle him away from vulnerability. “Thought about… how I didn’t want them to televise my death.” It was an ironic thing now, but it was true. He hadn’t wanted everyone to see. Cress and Hestia and his siblings and all of his friends. He didn’t want them to watch it happen.

She thought that nothing should touch him harshly, his body a sacred thing harboring an imperfect soul. Then she thought of honor, of the notion of a fitting death, of her world, which was filled with so much duty and its consequence: shame. “Do you wish for death?” Cress asked, searching for common language, for something she could understand. “Enough to exact it at your own hand?”

His eyes opened at that, he adjusted so that he could look at her. “I didn’t,” he replied, honest, working his way through the murky feelings surrounding this. In the prison everything had been harsh, confusing. Here, it was different. There was comfort and warmth and Cress. He didn’t wish for death, not in this moment, not at all. “I don’t want to die, no.” It was honest. He laid his head back again, breaking the eye contact. It was enough to say that; it was true, and better to leave it at that. He didn’t want to die, but he didn’t want to be a tribute. He didn’t want to be a victor, either. He wasn’t sure he’d been left with any choice after all.

“I believe you,” Cress murmured, and though he settled again, his eyes turning away, her gaze remained fixed upon him. “But I would understand if you did.” She brushed across his forehead, fingers skimming down the bridge of his nose. It sent a contented feeling down his spine, despite the subject matter. “I’ve felt that way.” A secret for her lover, who had given one to her first. “The inexorable desire to die, to be dead.”

He moved his hand, tracing slow circles on her thigh, a response or some type of comfort, the touch she had provided him being returned. Cress welcomed it, this tactile reply. He wasn’t surprised. He didn’t see how you could go through something like this and not feel it. The desire to die. To have died. And Cress had been through so much, in the Arena and after. Victorhood, life, neither had been kind to her. “I wish we could live somewhere else,” he said quietly, a response, an offer of a comforting thought, because there was nothing else appropriate. I’m sorry. That wasn’t right. “You and me. We deserve to live somewhere else. That’s what I want. I don’t want to die, I want to live, but not… like this.”

“Mmm,” she smiled, but it wasn’t a joyous, elated grin. Rather something tired, the expression of relief in being permitted to give in. He would not judge her for it, for her past and present exhaustion. Cress trusted Slate unconditionally. “That’s what I want too,” her fingers slipped down his nose again, the dozenth time down this well-worn path, but they did not slide up again. Instead, she continued, over the slope and tip of his nose, finding his mouth: ghosting over it, tracing his Cupid’s bow, smoothing out along the soft plane of his lower lip. She loved his mouth. Loved the words that came from it. Loved their presence over her pulse, her flesh, dipping down to meet her, to consume her, to set her free. And here they were, spinning a beautiful mirage, a place to rest upon the long journey. “I’d like to live somewhere else with you.”

Another time, maybe. A different place. A separate life from this one, where they would be permitted their soft landing, their happy family. They both envisioned it, silent, allowing it to blossom in their separate minds, the details perhaps differing but both of them containing the same core, essential peace.

“This will pass,” Cress murmured, fingers splaying over his cheek. “That’s what I told myself.” Even when it felt impossible to believe, it kept her breathing. “I couldn’t stop it from happening, and we can’t stop this, but you can survive it. You can come back to me.” It would change him. He would always carry this weight. But it had changed Cress too — her arena, what came after — and Slate still found her, still loved her despite the anger, and the sadness, and the panic. They had learned to live with it, to navigate it in their dynamic. To hold space for the shrapnel that remained.

Slate allowed himself to be swept away by her words, the idea that he could come back to her, her faith in him and her hope. Training would begin tomorrow and time would continue to wash over him. He couldn’t stop it or slow it. But he could be here now, with her hope and her love, and allow himself to be still. “I love you,” he said quietly, a request to end this conversation, to speak no more about death for now if they could help it, to just be here, still, happy – for now, for as long as they could.

#134 #cress #writings #icarus burning

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