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soraphic · 4 months

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it was nearly 4am when you were awoken by the loud thud of your boyfriend hitting the floor of your bedroom. his back was pressed just below your window sill,slipping with every struggled breath he took as he clutched his middle,trying to apply pressure to a wound.

"peter?" you knew who it was,seeing as you were face to face with the unmasked vigilante,but you approached with caution,arms extended as if to show him you could protect yourself.

he grunted,head tipping back to fall limp against the wall. the gravity of his injuries seemed to finally hit you as you surged forward,gasping "jesus,peter! where the fuck have you been?"

he bat your hands away before you could even touch him,a sigh "baby,could you just grab a medkit?" he sudden snappiness usuallly would have annoyed you,but your focus was given to more pressing things.

"i haven't got one!" you threw your arms up.

"what do you mean 'you haven't got one'!?"

"why would i just have a fuckin' medkit lying around!"

"-because your boyfriend is spider-man!" he had wasted the last of his energy raising his voice at you,slipping further down the wall and leaving a dirty smear in his trail. you could see his blood beginning to soak your carpet,your heart feeling like it was about to beat out of your chest.

"you asshole!" you would've kicked him if it weren't for his current state,instead supporting his head tightly under your arm as you gently lift him to a position that was less restricting of his airways.

you rid him of his suit,the cold immediately sending a shiver through him which had you snapping at him to 'stay fuckin' still!' while you applied pressure to the wound,the most you could do for him.

he knew your hostility was becoming a way of coping,dealing with the fact you didn't know whether the next time you saw him would be the last. he didn't blame you for it,as much as he lost his temper,but you sort of knew that. it was a kind of mutual understanding between the two of you,neither meant what they said in situations like these and it wasn't to be held against them.

"you can't keep doing this,peter." a sniffle,one that had you choking on your words. he felt his heart tug,or maybe it was just beginning to slow.

"i know.." it was barely audible,but you caught it. he was already healing,you just prayed it would be fast enough to stop him from bleeding out on your bedroom floor.

he felt the first droplet before he saw it,your shoulders beginning to shake as you were racked with sobs. "you're a real dick,you know that?"

"i do." he was carefully swirling a strand of your hair around his finger,feeling it was best to agree with you,let you vent it out.

"-and you're lucky to have me!"

"i am. not many people would have stuck around this long." your breath was steadying,as was his,the two of you were recovering.

there was silence for what felt like about a minute,him quietly studying you while you watched his wound close,something that never failed to amaze you.

"just- don't die. not in that stupid suit."

a laugh,"'wasn't planning on it."

"i'm serious,pete." you were suddenly cold,furiously tucking an uncooperative piece of hair behind your ear.

he took over for you,gently curling it between his fingers in a way that made it stay put,letting them linger just a moment longer.

you werent completely aware,but he wasnt joking. he meant it,he had no plans of dying while you were still breathing.

#peter parker blurb #peter parker #peter parker smut #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #mcu!peter x reader #mcu!peter parker #insomniac games #insomniac spider man #spiderman smut #spiderman

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eregyrn-falls-art · 1 year

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HAPPY 7th ANNIVERSARY to the Gravity Falls Finale!

Of course, didn't want to let the day go by without marking the occasion! Nothing ambitious this year (it has not been a good couple of months), but I settled on this screenshot redraw as it's a favorite little moment. "Me and my -- heh -- nerdy bro over here have some catchin' up to do." They both look so happy, and I always loved that.

And as always, to quote Jason Ritter:

Gravity Falls is real, and it will never die.

Image description: a digital screenshot redraw of Stan and Ford Pines from Gravity Falls. They're standing on the porch of the Mystery Shack during Dipper and Mabel's birthday party, and Stan has one arm over Ford's shoulder. He's grinning and gesturing with a bottle of Pitt cola, and Ford's smiling back at him warmly.

[ID: Under the cut is the original screencap. End ID]

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #gf finale anniversary #my art #ids in alt

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ckret2 · 3 months

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You know, after seeing your evil Ford au, I wonder what would happen if evil! Ford, met cannon! Ford. I feel like Cannon! Ford would hate him because he's just an example of what would happen if he haven't learned his lesson on perfection and how it's impossible to reach and how he doesn't need to impress people to be happy. I wonder what evil! Ford would think of his original counter part..would he be a little regretful? Since his cannon counterpart got more happiness than him? It's honestly intriguing to think about.

That's actually part of why I made Evil Ford: I was thinking about a dimension of lost Fords (like the dimension of lost Mabels in Don't Dimension It) and asked myself, which Ford alternate would Canon Ford most hate to meet?

So yeah you're right, Canon Ford would HATE Evil Ford—but not for thematic "you haven't learned the moral lesson about perfection & family" reasons. That's how audiences think about characters, it's not how people think about other people. When's the last time you hated somebody in real life because they missed the point of their own narrative arc—rather than because, say, they're rude to cashiers?

No, the reason Canon Ford hates Evil Ford is much simpler.

Similarly, meeting Canon Ford wouldn't make Evil Ford feel regretful because Evil Ford still thinks he made the right decision. What does he care if Canon Ford is "happier" if he only found contentment by—what—giving up on his high ambitions and settling for being a washed-up burnt-out ex-academic with no memorable achievements to his name? Evil Ford would rather die as a miserable overachiever than live as a peaceful slacker.

And he didn't spend thirty years on a completely different life path from Canon Ford without developing a totally different perspective.

Note: when Canon Ford found out Bill lied about the portal and declared he'd stop Bill no matter what, Evil Ford thinks that's Ford betraying Bill, not the other way around.

Also note: Evil Ford thinks Canon Ford is only motivated by anger over being deceived—not concern for the safety of the whole planet. Like yeah sure, he's HEARD that excuse; but that's what he thinks it is: an excuse. If he'd decided not to forgive Bill, he probably would've used the same excuse himself. A convenient, heroic-sounding moral justification for a thirty year vengence quest—but he doesn't really care that much about who's running the Earth, why would his alternate self?

(And really, Canon Ford? Thirty years? Thirty years?? You never found anything more productive to do with all that time than stalk your former mentor because you're MAD about ONE LIE?? If Canon Ford had said he thought killing Bill would net him more interdimensional fame and praise than he'd ever have as his underling, then Evil Ford could understand THAT—he himself has had misgivings about the fact that he's signed up to spend all eternity playing second banana—but as it is, though...)

Also also note: Evil Ford never reconciled with Fiddleford because he never acknowledged Fidds was "right" about Bill. He spent two-thirds of his life estranged from his brother. He moved across the country from his family. He made no friends in Gravity Falls, and likely no other college friends than Fidds. But he spent over half his life working with, dreaming with, living with Bill Cipher.

Evil Ford is evil; but he's not heartless.

Bill's the muse that gave him the blueprints he needed for his greatest invention and for the culmination of his life's work as a scientist and explorer. Bill's a near-god who hailed Ford as the greatest genius of his century, the man who's going to change the world, and via divine weirdness intervention he personally made sure that prophecy come true. Bill's the guy who—after Ford's embarrassing failure of a portal accident—welcomed Ford into his gang with open arms and the assurance that all his hard work wouldn't be for naught. He's Ford's longest-lasting friendship, his partner in crime and in science and in just about everything else by now, the person he trusts to puppet his body.

Is that a very skewed perspective on Bill? God, yeah. But it's Evil Ford's perspective.

If someone told you that all your suffering is due to the one person you trust most in all the world and the one person outside your family you care about the most—someone you've known for over thirty years—and your life would be so much better if you'd ditched this person the very first time you didn't get along—and that ditching them would have been the moral action—and that, in fact, you should have dedicated your life to killing this person...

Would you regret your life? Would you envy the life of the man who told you all this?

Or would you despise him?

How much more would you despise him if you knew he was you—had lived the same life as you—and that he had killed the most important person in your world?

Oh, Evil Ford resents the hell out of Canon Ford. Who are you—you slacker, you betrayer—to say you're "happier" than your counterpart? How do you deserve that "happy" ending? How is that fair?

Evil Ford only has one regret: not locking up his entire family before Weirdmageddon, where they'd all be safe... and where Bill would be safe from them.

#stanford pines #grunkle ford #gravity falls #evil ford au #fanart #my art #(I made these pictures much tinier than i usually draw to ensure they'd actually upload lmao)

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relatableblorbopoll · 4 months

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Round 1 of preliminaries, group 13

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

Propaganda under the cut

Cecil Gershwin Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)

"Gay, not cis/he's gender nonconforming or at least can read that way, he reads as having AUDHD, he's got hella memory problems, he's probably got some sort of personality disorder, hes got a complicated relationship with his mother and father but loves them (we know like nothing about his dad), he loves his sister and wants her happy, he holds grudges for a long time, he doesn't know his age, he's gay, did I mention he's gay? He's got trauma he can't remember, he can't look at himself in a mirror, his fashion sense is... wonderful, he's got real bad vision, when he falls he falls hard."

Noah (Total Drama Series)

"sometimes i act like him and also i relate to him because i also have a girlfriend named emma so i am literally noah"

Basil (Omori)

"anxiety. Gay. Toxic positivity"

Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls)

"Bro has the same insecurities as me fr"

Wen Ning (Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed)

"He's just a little guy with so much anxiety and autism coding And so much bottled up rage deep down He loves his frend. Total ride and die The way he is normally so awkward and quiet and doesn't seem to know what to say to people, but also he can pinpoint someone's insecurities and tear them down ruthlessly if he's sick of them. He appreciates even the smallest kindness and never forgets it. Sadly, he does put up with bad treatment too much"

Nick (Only Friends)

"falls in love with a guy because he gave him attention and made him feel good despite the fact that the man is a walking red flag. is whipped af and dickmatized"

#cecil gershwin palmer #welcome to night vale #total drama noah #total drama island #total drama #omori basil #omori #stanley pines #gravity falls #wen ning #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #only friends #only friends nick #preliminaries #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #character bracket #character tournament

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normiedoctorwho · 7 months

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I think about the massacre episode of doctor who a lot. Not only is it the rare companion driven story, but I truthfully love the character drama. Doctor who was originally billed as an educational program for children. The time travel so children could learn about historical events and the future stuff so they could learn about science. And what the massacre does is makes Steven an audience surrogate because he doesn’t know about this tragedy at all.

Doctor Who is a British tv show and this event was a French tragedy, so they might not even be aware this happened. Granted I’m coming at this from an American perspective and like it might’ve been mentioned in a AP European history course I took in high school but not in depth. Just another tragedy of the Protestant reformation.

But here in Doctor who, you learn what happened through Steven’s interactions with those who were there. And as it all plays out you’re forced to contend with the fact that this happened. This was real. They were real people, not just a page in the history. Steven’s reaction of shock and anger to the Doctor asserting that he was right to do as he did and that he wasn’t guilty of Ann’s possible death is how we’d all react. How could he turn that girl away! He saved Katarina from the fall of Troy after all!

But then you’d remember how that played out. What happened to Katarina. And suddenly the Doctor’s motives for leaving Ann behind become more muddled. Was it actually to preserve history? Or was it because he thought Ann had a better chance of surviving the St Bartholomew day’s massacre than she did in the TARDIS?

But Steven doesn’t think of this, and most of the audience probably doesn’t either. So he storms off. Not even caring where the TARDIS lands next. Granted Steven comes back like 5 minutes later and we don’t know why, and the Doctor is absolved of Ann’s murder via Dodo’s existence, but still.

I know I went off topic there at the end but the point is doctor who expertly educated it’s audience on a historical event. And it gets the audience invested in what happened by leveraging their lack of knowledge. So that like Steven, you never want anyone to needlessly die like that again.

It’s probably my favorite who story after remembrance of the daleks and I wish people would give it a chance, despite it being lost. The audio drama version on audible is very well done.

Edit: last thing. A subtle detail I really like is when the Doctor realized what’s about to happen, he called Ann by her name before he told her to leave asap. The first Doctor always called the young women he met my child, so the gravity of what was going to happen hit him hard and they were hiding in a somewhat famous Huguenot’s house. The Doctor was genuinely trying to save her within the rules he thought he had to go by.

#doctor who #classic who #steven taylor #1st doctor #first doctor #the massacre #the massacre of st. Bartholomew day’s eve

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cherr-22 · 6 months

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TNGDH 28

“Goblins! Stay away from the cliffs to avoid the falling rocks!”

Before we knew it, we were surrounded by a horde of demonic beasts.

They hid themselves behind boulders, up in the tree branches, and in the crevices of the cliffs, sneering eerily. Even at first glance, they were high in numbers.

The knights muttered in agitated voices.

“There seems to be a lot of them?”

“There are and it’s strange……. They aren’t the type to come this close or threaten us with no reason.”

“Is this not a common occurrence, Knight Commander?”

I nervously inspected my surroundings.

Dozens of goblins were crouching down as if they were about to jump out at any moment.

Goblin.

The small, deep blue skinned demonic beast sniffed into the air with its hooked nose. Its pitch black eyes resembled a devil’s.

‘I’ve only seen them in movies and novels, and never thought I would see one personally…….’

[(⊙﹏⊙);;;!]

This isn’t the time to be staying still, shaking. We have to overcome this some way or another.

The knights began to gather in a new formation. They surrounded the non-combatants in order to protect them.

“Cover the researchers! Stick closer to each other!”

“You there! You’ll get hit by the arrows standing there. Go back further!”

“……Yes!”

“Those who are afraid get out of the way!”

The battle began without any signals. The knights drew their swords, and the goblins charged as they roared.

Everywhere was the sound of blades clashing, the cries of the beasts, and the rise of the dust from the battle.

In the midst of the commotion, I looked at Kyle’s back.

[Kyle did the work of ten, no twenty knights alone. A single swing of his sword sprayed the black blood of the goblin like rain all over him, and bodies piled up around him so he had no room to take even a single step forward.]

It was exactly as the novel described. It could not describe the scene any simpler.

Kyle moved as if he was doing a slow dance. His body sometimes flew into the air as if defying gravity, sometimes lightly spun around against a cliff, and in other times stood firmly in place and horizontally slashed with his sword.

The sense of reality disappeared as if it were a painting or a movie.

It was incredible. He had the atmosphere of a completely different person.

A strange feeling also arose. How did such a strong man die at Serena’s hands. Nobody should’ve been able to kill him.

[With only a single sword in hand, he conquered the North with his indomitable fighting spirit and overwhelming strength. He named the barren wasteland ‘Blake’ and created a home for those who lost their homes to the demonic beasts.]

Kyle’s deeds and accomplishments were so many that they were difficult to explain in just a few lines. That strong back that withstood all hardships and struggles seemed unlikely to collapse.

The goblins’ attack was resolved sooner than expected. A few researchers looted from the corpses into a sack, and the knights got back on their horses.

Then, the canyon was quiet once more. The people felt relieved by the silence and began to exchange a few words amongst themselves again.

It was only me who felt anxious about the silence.

‘……This doesn’t seem right.’

Following the contents of <Winter’s Heart>, Kyle’s injury was caused not by an attack by demonic beasts, but a group of unknown soldiers hiding in the region.

‘……Then is the real attack after this? When will it be?’

There are limits to a person vaguely recalling the original plot. Please tell me so that I could know more precisely about what happened.

[(ㅠ×ㅠ )=( ㅠ×ㅠ)]

It seems telling the story also had its limits.

Among the things the system mentioned the other day, there was one particular message regarding this. Mentioning the story in detail could tradeoff with the conditions for receiving compensation, making them more difficult to achieve. Whatever the case, it seemed to be a balance issue.

Alright, alright. I just have to be careful.

“Please be careful.”

I said to Kyle who got back on his horse. He questioned while brushing off the blood and dust from the hem of his clothes.

“If you’re talking about the goblins, they have all been eradicated.”

“Not the goblins. What can be truly scary are people, right?”

Someone who killed you, who could withstand thousands of demonic beasts at once.

He pressed his index finger between my brows.

“Okay.”

“…….”

“I said I will be careful.”

Push. He pressed between my brows again. Only then did I realize I was frowning and relaxed my expression a little.

Right. Since I’m here, it should be fine.

‘It should be fine.’

No, it will be fine.

And then three hours passed.

In that time, I bought and ate three acorn cookies. After the third one, Kyle couldn’t help but ask if I was eating some hidden acorns or something.

……Well, it was something similar. How quick-witted..

[Current Miracle Value 22.0%]

After circling around where we met the goblins and climbed up the canyon, we got off our horses to start walking. The road was steep and could easily lead to an accident if the horse got startled or lost its footing.

“Shall we go back now?”

“Yes, Your Highness. The new knights must’ve learned a lot through this expedition. Let us return before the sun sets.”

Among all that was said today, this was the most welcoming to the ears. Yes, let’s go home now. I checked the time anxiously.

[‘Summon’ will be canceled in 30 minutes.]

Since there was the time required to go back, I assumed I would have to eat one or two more cookies. After arriving at a safe place, I should say that I have some business and head to a place where there are few people. As long as I hide my clothes well, it should be fine.

There was still no attack on Kyle. Although we encountered a few demonic beasts like a separated mutant wyvern or a bear, they were quickly disposed of.

My relationship with the other people improved particularly after I informed them that the thorns on the left wing of the mutant wyvern were poisonous as written in the ‘Encyclopedia of Demonic Beasts’.

‘More importantly, it’s about time for the attack to come.’

……Or will it not happen at all? But it’s not like anything changed greatly from the original plot? Did I change anything in particular…….?

‘The chandelier.’

Belial did not get hit by the chandelier. That is why the relationship between the two are not too bad.

Which is why Belial has no reason to kill Kyle at the moment. As Kyle mentioned before, Belial disliked Kyle but there was no need to get rid of him.

‘So, his life expectancy has increased?’

I looked at Kyle expectantly.

[Kyle Jane Meinhardt. Approximately 15 days left from the expected time of death.]

As always, he had little time left.

‘There is no attack, so why…….’

Thud.

The ground shook with the sound and the horses cried anxiously. The knights drew their swords once again and took their stance.

[o((⊙﹏⊙))o!]

[□ □□ □□ occurred! The crack □□ □□ □□□□□]

[Irregular anomaly]

[Danger]

As if it were natural, Kyle stepped in front of me with his raised sword. The four system windows that popped up sent a chill down by spine.

“That…… what is that?”

“This, what…….”

The faces of the knights turned pale and they retreated back hesitantly.

It was a demonic beast that had never been seen in the North before.

The beast had a massive horn and resembled a goat or a sheep. It had an abnormally long snout and was covered in fur, but firmly gripped the ground with its sharp claws.

It made a thunderous roar and stood on its two legs.

“……I-I’ve never seen something like that before.”

“It’s not something from the North…….”

I was surprised but for a different reason from the knights.

“This is crazy.”

Why is that here?

There was no way I wouldn’t know. It was something that shouldn’t be in the North. It was a beast that lived deep in the forest, drinking from swamps, and was known to bring disaster to its surrounding area due to its warlike nature.

The swamp goat.

People called it that.

Well, my work colleagues in my previous life did…….

‘Hey, system. Mind explaining what’s going on? Why is a monster from the game I developed coming out here!’

[Confusion]

[Temporarily reducing the ability to intervene in the world.]

[If further intervened □ the power of □□]

The system blinked for a moment and disappeared.

Just where exactly did it disappear to?

I was completely dumbfounded. I think that those blanks in the system words referred to ‘swamp goat’. Could this possibly be the price of me using the system to interfere with this world?

I clicked my tongue and put back the Demonic Beast Encyclopedia back into my inventory. This beast wasn’t from this world anyway, so the book wouldn’t be of any use.

However, I had information in my head.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know what it is.”

Kyle extended his sword in front of him. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew it was a face of resolve.

No matter if it was an unknown beast or if it was stronger than any monster he encountered so far, Kyle would never hesitate to stand in front of it.

Kyle did not back down. If he did, it meant that he would be giving up on this land.

“All troops, step back!”

The two then clashed. Kyle jumped up and swung his sword with both hands.

He swung at the demonic beast as if he were trying to cut through both the heaven and earth. Bang. A noise louder than a falling boulder hitting the ground was heard and dust flew everywhere.

“……No way.”

Black blood dripped from the cut on the beast, but it disappeared and grew a new arm.

The enraged swamp goat raised its upper body and swung its arms wildly. A strong wind rose as sharp claws cut through the tree as if it were paper.

While the knights clicked their tongue, Kyle did not look surprised. He silently adjusted his sword in his hands and charged again.

The red sword flew diagonally, leaving a scar on the back of the beast’s neck. Kyle flew over the beast and landed on the other side.

The swamp goat stretched its arm back and tried to grab Kyle. While it its round eyes were clearly looking towards this way, it acted as if it could see behind it too.

“……eye!”

I remembered and shouted.

“Your Highness! Its eyes! Please stab its forehead! The bulging area a bit above the eyebrows!”

The swamp goat had three eyes. The magical eye hidden in the forehead could see beyond what was normally seen, so the goat was a difficult opponent that had no blind spots in its vision.

“Shoot the arrows!”

One of the sharpshooters of the Blake’s knights shouted. The knight who aimed with his breath held still, pierced right into the beast’s forehead.

A sharp cry shook the canyon. It swung its arm in this direction as it went berserk.

“Your opponent is me.”

Before I could realize what was happening, Kyle jumped in front of me and cut off its outstretched arm. Black blood flowed onto the ground. If only it didn’t smell so bad would I have felt relieved at Kyle’s appearance.

The arm recovered just like before. However, at that moment, I saw a small sparkle on its shoulder.

“The shoulder!”

“What did you say?”

I ran closer to Kyle and grabbed his chin to turn it slightly to the right.

“Please look over there. A little further to the left on the side where blood is spilling. There is a very small, glowing green dot above it. If you look closely, it will have the shape of a fish scale. ”

“…….”

“Do you see it?”

That scale was actually a special item that could only be broken under certain conditions. It was an expensive item that could be used to make weapons and shields.

The department meetings decided that it would be fun to implement such a feature for the gamers, and the developers suffered to make it into the game.

To think I’d be using this kind of information of my past here…….

“You must use your magic power to destroy it. Are you able to use weapons such as spears?”

Kyle let out a low chuckle. It was a voice mixed with admiration towards me and his competitive spirit.

“As if there are any weapons I cannot wield.”

He borrowed a spear from a nearby knight and inserted his magic into it.

The tip of the spear turned bright red and then turned redder and redder until it turned black.

The spear was thrown and flew through the air like an arrow, grazing the swamp goat’s shoulder. It screamed as if it was effective.

Unfortunately, the spear could not go reach the scale in one shot. Kyle didn’t give up, however. On the contrary, he rushed forward even more fiercely. If he were swept across his feet and sent back flying, he stood back up, and if his back was hit by a boulder, he let out a cough and raised his sword once more.

Kyle Jane Meinhardt swung his sword. He threw his shield. When his cloak became heavy with blood, he tossed it away and continued to stand ground, fly, land again, roll on the floor……

It wasn’t anything spectacular or cool like how I had imagined when I read it in the novel.

All he was doing was throwing himself in struggle to survive. It was a desperate, bloody battle in which he risked everything he had.

Seeing such earnestness and dedication, I could not say anything. He, who spent his entire life living like that, seemed so dazzling and heroic.

“Kyle.”

[Interfering now is dangerous,]

I ignored the system and opened the shop.

It has to be right now. I just knew instinctively.

[Panting Almond Financier ｜Miracle Points 3% consumption｜Increases running speed.]

You can’t change what has already happened, but you can change what hasn’t happened yet. And that is what I was brought here to this world for.

However, fate is like inertia. It may initially seem as if a change has effected the future, but fate will always try to go back to the original flow it had set for itself.

Like right now.

“Ha, seriously…… I’m making a tough decision to use up 3 percent for you.”

The 3 percent Miracle Points obtained from the hidden quest, ‘Collective Destiny’. I have no regrets giving back the points I obtained as a price for walking into your life to share your fate.

I stuffed the financier into my mouth and roughly chewed it before swallowing. The sensation of the lumps of flour scratching my throat was unpleasant.

There was no time to soothe my throat. I ran to him in an instant.

The swamp goat was crouching down with one arm cut off and lunged at Kyle, who was driven to the edge of a cliff. It seemed like it were planning to send him flying off the cliff.

I would never let that happen.

I quickly intercepted the goat. The rushing goat lost its sense of direction and fell down the cliff.

We couldn’t avoid the impact and was sent rolling on the floor. Kyle reflexively tried to cover me, but he missed as I slipped on the ground.

Then, my body fell off the cliff, just barely hanging onto the cliff.

“Shu!”

Kyle quickly stretched out his right hand and grabbed my wrist. His hand was damp from the blood from his injuries.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be long before I pull you up.”

The sound of knights approaching behind Kyle was heard. At the same time, the cliff he and I were on started to shake violently.

“Don’t come any closer!”

Kyle shouted to the back. It seemed that the ground grew weak due to the effects of the battle.

‘I’m really put on the edge.’

I breathed in and turned to him.

It wasn’t easy to pull up a hanging person. And it went without saying when Kyle was injured. Still, the injury must not be too bad considering how long he had been holding me this long.

What a relief. He won’t be dying a helpless death at the very least.

“I’ll be alright so please let go.”

“Don’t say ridiculous things like that.”

“Be stubborn and both of us will die here.”

I could survive. All I had to do was cancel ‘Summon’ mid-fall.

However, that was not the same for Kyle. There was no way to save Kyle once he fell. I thought about using items, but using them in front of him with no prior explanation was not a good idea. It would take up a lot of Miracle Points too.

While I was busy calculating what would be the best choice, Kyle’s arm started to shake. It seemed he had no intention of letting me go first.

I spoke in a friendly tone of voice, as if I were greeting him on a typical day.

“I’ll return, so don’t worry about it.”

“……How?”

“With the power of miracles.”

I smiled confidently and counted to three in my head. The moment Kyle began to open his mouth to speak, I let go of his hand.

My body fell down. As I watched him grow smaller and smaller, I eventually stopped smiling.

Kyle watched me fall without even retracting his outstretched hand. His pale face made my heart sink down to my stomach.

Snow began to fall from the sky one by one.

A fog obscured my vision and a pure, white light enveloped my body.

[‘Summon’ will be canceled!]

Don’t make that kind of face, Kyle.

I will return.

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hkthatgffan · 4 months

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Did you miss him? Admit it, you missed him.

The demon that terrorized Gravity Falls is back from the great beyond to finally tell his side of the story in The Book of Bill, written by none other than Bill Cipher himself.

Inside, Bill sheds light on his bizarre origins, his sinister effects on human history, the Pines family’s most embarrassing secrets, and the key to overthrowing the world (laid out in a handy step-by-step guide). This chaotic and beautifully illustrated tome contains baffling riddles, uncrackable ciphers, lost Journal 3 pages, ways to cheat death, the meaning of life, and a whole chapter on Silly Straws. But most importantly, The Book of Bill is deeply, deeply cursed.

Beware: This book travels to dimensions meant for older readers.

Alex Hirsch, #1 New York Times bestselling author, resuscitates this infamous villain and invites fans to a Bill’s eye view of the Gravity Falls universe. There are many who believe this book is too dangerous for human hands. But if you can’t resist, beware: Once you make a deal with Bill, it’s not so easily undone . . .

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cheemscakecat · 11 days

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Y’know, I don’t usually talk about ships I dislike, but this is one I haven’t seen criticized.

So the Gravity Falls fandom is riddled with bad ships, ranging from “Ah yes, let’s ship the victim with the demon that abused them” to “Incest between 12 year old twins is so great”.

Which would explain why all the effort of criticizing ships is going to those infamous ones and not any others that might be less ugly by comparison.

Heck, that note to Mabel in journal 3, saying Bill would have thrown Dipper’s body off the water tower was probably the creator’s way of saying “Stop shipping Dipper with the demon Dorito.” She’s terrified of that thing from trying to get Stan over his fear of heights, and Bill ended the letter by asking if she wanted to join Dipper at the bottom.

StanChez is the lesser evil ship I’m talking about specifically. But keep in mind, I’m a Gravity Falls fan, not a Rick and Morty fan, so my knowledge of that show is from video essays and osmosis.

It’s not on the same level of awful as saying Ford and Bill should be a couple after watching the man get chained and electrocuted.

Or well drawn incest between the two main characters, who are based on the show creator and his sister.

But StanChez is toxic. And I’d like to explain why on Stan Pines’ behalf, because he deserves better. And I also don’t think they’d get along for more than a few days.

Reason 1: Rick is a different level of Criminal

People seem to gravitate towards this ship because Stan and Rick are both criminals and bad influences on those around them, but it’s more surface level than you’d think.

The most we know about Stan’s kill count is that he killed a llama and Bill. And in his words “that llama had it coming”. Other than that, his main crimes are swindling and conning, with tax evasion through false identities.

But if a state full of angry people goes after him, his response is to run away and start a new fake identity. Not attack the people he conned or the police. And even though his bad products gave people rashes, they never crossed over into something truly heinous.

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He also tries to befriend other criminals and attacks them out of self defense, and not intent to kill. Stan knows how to fight, but his intention is very rarely to kill, and that’s a healthier mindset to have.

Rick is in the habit of ruining versions of earth with his experiments, and then running off to take his own place in another dimension instead of staying to try and help. That’s not running away from a minor con like Stan, that’s leaving billions of people to die, over and over again.

Rick is also in the habit of killing people who are an inconvenience to him, whether they pose a real threat or not. He’s so used to killing on sight that he doesn’t bat an eye at making Morty take someone’s life.

Stan is a different kind of bad influence than Rick that isn’t as heinous. Not by a long shot. Dipper and Mabel may have to go on a character arc where they stop swindling people, but they’ve never been taught to kill or maim. They’ve never watched Stan murder people and ignore their distress when he does it. Or been forced to bury a body.

Dipper and Mabel may become worse because of Stan, but it’s nothing so serious that they’ll never recover. But Morty? Morty is in a very toxic situation where he’s been traumatized and started to go numb inside.

Reason 2: Stan’s self esteem

Stan has a lot more in common with Morty than you’d think. He was always “the dumb twin” and “the screw up”. Sure, his Ma tried to negate his father’s terrible words, but one of his parents still made him feel hated and useless.

For goodness sakes, it was Filbrick kicking him out as a high schooler, telling him to come back when he made a fortune, that set him on the path of greed!

It’s also Filbrick’s terrible parenting that made Stan try to be tough with Dipper and favor Mabel, the way Ford was favored.

Stan’s self esteem is much lower than it looks on the surface, and prolonged exposure to Rick would only make it worse.

You see, Rick doesn’t explain what dimension they’re going to, what to look out for, and what’s safe before bringing Morty on an “adventure”. They’ll get there, Morty will start asking because he doesn’t know, and Rick will drunkenly call him an idiot and barely explain. But Morty is supposed to be the stupid one for it.

Rick also favors Summer, Morty’s sister over him. Even though he’s been dragged along on these traumatic adventures much longer.

Say what you will about Stan being a bad influence, but at least we know he does it out of generational trauma and still cares about Dipper. Instead of being harsher on him for no reason, Stan sees it as teaching him to be tougher by making him do chores.

Rick is just playing favorites. And he’s also well known for talking down to Morty’s dad Jerry for being stupid. To the point fans only recently started to see through it and respect Jerry as an embarrassing but happy normal person.

If Stan started hanging around Rick, he’d be talked down to and compared to his smarter twin once again, but this time by the “smartest man in the multiverse”. He doesn’t need another toxic influence to stomp on his self worth.

Reason 3: Think of the children

Stan never replaced anybody. Yes, he had the wax Stan, but he wasn’t calling it Ford. My theory is he was practicing what he’d do with Ford once he brought him back, and the wax funeral was him remembering that Ford might have died.

Stan is known for letting the kids go off on their own, but he also tried to convince them that the supernatural wasn’t real to protect them.

And when he saw they were in danger, he fought the undead to protect them. Most of the time, he just doesn’t see that they’re in danger because they’re off on their own.

He cares about Dipper and Mabel and Soos and Wendy. Heck, he even gave Gideon a pep talk in the shrink ray episode. Do you honestly think he’d be okay with cloning one of them if they died? Or worse, stealing some other Stan’s family in another dimension?

He was looking for his Ford, not a random one from some other timeline. If Dipper was thrown off the water tower, or Mabel snapped away by Bill, Stan wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. And he wouldn’t be able to replace them. The same goes for Ford, Soos, and Wendy.

So imagine him finding the Morty cloning facilities at Rick’s Citadel. And Rick trying to gaslight him into thinking it’s better to leave the evil Ricks to clone and kill as many Morty’s as they want, because it keeps them distracted. Or finding out about Rick replacing himself in other dimensions without telling the family?

Y’all remember that Dipper asked Ford how he knew Bill, and he said:

“I’ve encountered many dark beings in my time, Dipper.”

I bet the reason why Ford was erased with other memory tubes is because he found out about the cloning and got angry with Rick. Because despite his issues with Stan, he still remembers the little boy getting mistreated by his father.

Needless to say, Stanley wouldn’t be approving of all this either, once he knew Rick was a monster. But if Rick wouldn’t listen to “the smart” twin and erased the interaction, he’s way less likely to listen to poor Stan. Because he’s well used to talking down to people when they confront him or disagree with him. And if he’d do it to his own family, he’d sure as heck do it to Stanley.

So yeah, those are my reasons why StanChez is a bad idea/doesn't work. This isn’t going to become a series or anything, I just thought it was worth explaining.

#Gravity falls #shipping critique #weird ships #character analysis #Stanley Pines #This is NOT a Stancest post. Or a pro-StanChez post #Youtube

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shouldershimmycity · 2 years

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Helium - Pt. 1 (Hangman x Mitchell-Reader)

Maverick never thought he would have children. Then he finds out he has a daughter, and he has to decide whether or not he wants to be a part of her life. But first, he has to get her out of enemy territory with the help of the man who will fall for her.

TW: Torture, gaslighting, reader description, character death, illness.

Inspired by the song Helium by Sia. It's gonna get real angsty be prepared.

Prologue

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There was hardly any light in the room as it was, and it was still too bright. Squinting, you rolled over on the freezing cement floor. The scuttling of roaches and rodents reverberated throughout the confined space, and the throbbing behind your eyes was still right where it had been for the past week and a half. They were keeping you hydrated, but just enough that it kept you alive; in an attempt to weaken your resolve. Weakness was heavy in your limbs, and it took a great deal of energy to raise your head when you heard heavy boots fill the hall.

The large metal door opened and an officer speaking a language you didn’t understand placed a glass of water in the center of the room. He stared at you with horrifically gleeful eyes and gestured grandly to the tiny cup.

“Drink up,” his heavily accented voice broke into a laugh that made you scrunch up in pain from the volume. The door closed behind him and he was gone just as soon as he came.

Boxer began coughing violently, releasing a tiny amount of liquid which either came from his lungs or his stomach. He was very ill, and if dehydration didn’t kill you his illness would. Shakily your hand wrapped around the glass and lifted it, bringing it to Boxer. He shook his head when you presented it to him.

“You need it more than I do,” you reasoned, voice raspy.

“I’m going to die here, May,” he whispered, and you weakly shook your head in defiance.

“No. You’re going to drink this fucking water and hydrate so you can get better,” you instructed firmly and he coughed again. He really wanted the water. Mayhem took the tiniest sip from the glass and it took all your resolve not to chug it.

“There. I took a sip, drink it.”

Boxer huffed, wheezing, and took the glass from you. It was painful to watch him drink it, but he desperately needed fluids in his system.

“Well… at least we’ll die together,” he stated sadly, and all you could do was nod. The tiny shake of your head sent the room spinning, and Boxer’s scratchy voice called out to you before everything went dark.

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The vehicles had moved out in the early hours of the day, and now Maverick, Rooster, Hangman, Coyote, Phoenix and Bob, and Payback and Fanboy were all lined up on the air strip of the base that Mayhem and Boxer had been stationed in prior to capture. The sun was peeking over the horizon when the tower gave them the green light to taxi out and lift off the ground soon after.

“Three minutes to destination, Daggers inbound,” Maverick’s voice stated over the radio. Everyone had noticed how nervous he was, but they were too scared to ask. Maverick never hesitated on anything, so it was wigging them all out. He had quietly confided the reason to Phoenix, who immediately understood the new gravity of the situation. She had kept the news to herself, but warned the rest of the team that this mission had to succeed.

Rooster couldn’t help glancing over at Maverick every few seconds, which bothered Hangman. He too, began looking at Maverick, wondering what could be so interesting to Bradshaw. He knew something, clearly.

The dogfight was nasty, 5th generation fighters were everywhere despite the runway being crippled similar to their previous mission. Damage to the base itself was too risky, given the task at hand.

Payback and Fanboy were almost shot down, and Hangman had considerable damage done to his own plane. Despite the struggle, there were no casualties and both hostages were successfully extracted.

Later, Hangman found himself wandering around the base chatting with Bob as they went to find something to eat. Several airmen were carrying items between buildings, and one failed to evaluate the reach of the metal poles he had hoisted on his shoulder. The aviator and WSO were so enveloped in conversation that it wasn’t until Hangman was hit in the forehead with a loud thud that they realized there were poles.

“Ow! What the fuck, man?!” Hangman cursed, and the airman swung around to see Hangman holding his head, almost taking out Bob in the process. The other men yelled at the airmen to pay attention next time and get his ass in gear, and others apologized for his dumb ass. Hangman begrudgingly accepted the apology and told Bob he was going to go get some ice.

He checked into the medbay they had on base, and the nurse told him which room to wait in. She had a bit of a heavy accent though, so Hangman had some trouble understanding. He walked into a dimly lit room, and froze when he realized the bed was already occupied. The panic of intruding on someone in the wrong room melted away as quickly as it had set in, though.

The girl laying in the bed couldn’t have been any younger than him, and her expression was soft in deep sleep. Despite the cuts and bruises that riddled her face, cheeks sunken in ever so slightly, she was the most lovely woman he had ever laid eyes on. She reminded him of a fairytale princess under a sleeping spell. The small rise and fall of her chest, and the beeping that filled the room was all that told him she was alive. Jake decided she must have been one of the hostages, by the way it appeared her body had been treated. He frowned deeply at the thought. All he wanted to do was look at her, she was so beautiful; he wished someone had been there to keep her safe. His thoughts were cut short when a nurse frantically stopped outside her room, beckoning him to exit.

“I’m sorry, Lieutenant, that is the wrong room,” she said in her accent, “please follow me!” Jake glanced back at the gentle girl one last time, then exited the room, heart pounding in his chest threatening to break free.

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Maverick sat on a plastic chair in the hallway, head leaned against the wall. Through the door in front of him was his daughter, and only biological child. The mission had succeeded, and now he had allowed himself to think over everything.

“Hey, Mav,” Rooster announced his presence quietly, and the older man peeked over at the mustached aviator.

“I don’t think I can be a part of her life, Rooster,” his voice was heartbroken, and Rooster’s face fell.

“Why do you say that?”

“I’ve spent so long out of her life, I don’t want to disrupt it if that’s not what she wants,” he reasoned. Rooster frowned.

“I can’t tell you no, Mav. But I can tell you that you’ve been a great dad to me, and anyone would be lucky to have you,” he smiled gratefully, and the Captain returned the expression sadly.

“Thank you, Bradley. But I just don’t think I can do this, I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Is anyone really? You got stuck with me,” he chuckled, “and what if she tries to be a part of yours?” he inquired, and Maverick thought about this for a second.

“I would never say no,” he stood to follow the younger man out of the med wing, leaving his daughter behind.

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One by one your senses returned, and you slowly awakened into the world once more. The comfort of a warm bed enveloped your weak, sore body and knit blankets were soft under your fingertips. Behind your eyes, a gentle light filtered into the room where you laid. Your mouth was dry, and a strong antiseptic smell cut through the peace and quiet along with the chiming of several machines. Furrowing your brow, you cracked your eyes open and eyed the room curiously.

You were in a hospital, and your space was empty but you could hear nurses and visitors moving up and down the hall; shoes gently tapping against the linoleum with each step towards a loved one or patient.

Like a semi truck hitting an unsuspecting animal on the road, memories of the past two weeks flooded your mind. Hitting the nurse call button, you sat up quickly, grunting painfully at the screaming of your muscles against the action.

A nurse appeared in the doorway, and began to calm you, explaining that you were okay. Another nurse appeared and they began evaluating you. Looking up through your hair, you saw Major General McConner waiting in the doorway.

“Sir,” you nodded, greeting him.

“Mayhem,” he smiled, nodding in return, “good to have you back, Lieutenant.”

“Thank you,” the response sounded like more of a question though, and you waited until the nurses left to ask the questions on your mind. Scythe closed the door behind him, and turned to face you.

“There was a retrieval performed for both you and Lieutenant Darren three days ago. It was, as you can see, successful for the most part,” he stated and you stared at the wall weakly. You didn’t even remember the extraction, but your brow creased in confusion.

“For the most part?” your voice was small.

“Mayhem… Boxer is dead,” his expression was now grim, and he hung his head down to the ground in shame and sadness.

Grief struck through you hard and fast, but you were too exhausted to cry. Tears formed but they dropped silently, and the Major General excused himself to give you privacy.

An hour or so later, your mother appeared in the doorway with a cheerful grin. You were curled up on your side, and didn’t move to greet her but instead offered a gentle ‘hi’.

“What? No hug for me?” she said, and you grimaced.

“I just got home from foreign territory after being held captive and was just at the other end of a hostage extraction, in which my wingman died, so no,” you said tiredly and she frowned.

“Don’t speak to me like that, you know I’d do it for you,” she pointed her finger in your face, and you sighed. Standing slowly, you outstretched your arms and your mother squeezed you tight. You pushed her off when your bruised ribs protested.

“That was a wimpy hug,” she stated and perched herself on a visitor chair across from you, “but I’ll take it.” Sitting down onto your bed, you mentally groaned at her behavior.

“Sit up straight,” she tapped your shoulder, and you slumped further in response. She glared at you.

“Mom, I’m tired,” you complained, “can you please just leave me alone?”

She frowned deeply and turned away from you to stare at the wall, she always did this to make you feel guilty. She was all you had though, so you were forced to put up with her behavior. You were sure that she forced her way out here, despite being a civilian.

“Sure, honey, I give birth to you and raise you for eighteen years and put a roof over your head and fight for you to come home, but sure I’ll leave you alone.”

Defeatedly, you put your head in your hands.

Can I go back?

You had a lot to work through, and your mother was making it hard. All you wanted to do was go back to sleep.

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“How hard did you get hit with that pole?” Bob questioned, bringing Hangman out of his daze. The whole team noticed a small shift in his demeanor, and he was constantly distracted. They only had a few days left here, and were all just hanging around until the higher ups finished what they had to. Since he saw her, his thoughts had solely been of the girl he saw sleeping in her bed. He wondered what color her eyes were.

“Not that hard,” he defended, “just lost in thought is all.”

“Hangman,” Rooster began, a teasing tone to his voice, “are you… blushing?”

“What?! No!”

“Bagman! You are totally blushing! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON AN AIRMEN HERE DON’T YOU!” Phoenix practically screeched and Hangman gawked around his friends at the table wide eyed. Suddenly it made sense to everyone present.

“No! I don’t I don’t know if she’s an airman!” he lied, completely giving himself away in the process.

“But you do have a crush! You just confessed!” Bob piped up, practically screaming.

“Gah! Fuck off and leave me alone!” He stood and made a beeline for the exit, almost toppling over some E-2s on the way out.

He stormed down the halls trying to get his thoughts in order when he crashed into someone, and in a panic he blindly reached out to grab at them so they didn’t fall. His breathing stopped when he made eye contact with the woman he collided into. The question he had earlier was answered, her eyes were hazel.

“I’m so sorry,” he helped her right herself from his grip, and she nodded fervently, clearly shaken up from their encounter.

“That’s probably my fault,” you laughed, and you couldn’t help but drink in the handsome man before you. Hangman’s green eyes were lit with delight at the smile that appeared on your lips, and he found himself grinning too.

“I um, have to go see the Admiral,” you slipped from his grip awkwardly, but sad to leave his strong arms. He nodded, bidding you goodbye.

He found himself staring after her, long after she had rounded the corner of the hallway; sighing like a lovesick idiot.

Fuck.

*****

“This is bigger than just a hostage situation now,” Beegee and Scythe stood in front of you, explaining the current situation. The door behind you opened and an older gentleman feebly made his way through the door, embarrassed that he was late. When he caught your eye, there was a small hesitation in his step.

“Ma’am,” he greeted, and you nodded back, returning your attention to the men in front of you. Beegee looked between the two of you, a hint of suspicion in his tone.

“Mayhem, have you met Captain Pete Mitchell?” he asked slowly, and you responded in the negative. He reached his hand out to shake yours, which you returned with a kind smile.

“Maverick,” he introduced himself.

“Mayhem,” you responded in a similar tone.

Mitchell was thankful that the Admiral minded his own business, and kept his mouth shut about his relationship to you.

“As we were saying,” Scythe restarted the presentation, “the enemy is waiting on a new shipment of weapons that could destroy this air base and several in the vicinity. The group that captured you and Boxer are a rogue branch of their military. They are an extremist faction of soldiers who believe in supremacy. This is why they’re well trained and can fly. The organization grew right under their country’s nose, and they stormed the military base a few months ago to gain control. Unfortunately, their country never did anything to put down the organization; and now they’re paying private dealers and weapon makers.”

“So what are we to do?” you asked.

“You are to return to San Diego with the Dagger Squadron and relay any important information that you have gathered during capture,” Scythe ordered, “and teach them to fly alongside F-22s.”

“How long do we have?” Maverick asked.

“You have two weeks before the weapons are completed and delivered,” Beegee confirmed.

Maverick’s heart broke when you looked at him with the same expression he often had when he was younger.

“We better get started then,” you smirked.

This would be a long two weeks.

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I hope you all like it so far! I love reading comments so please leave some! 💕💕

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justafriend-ql · 1 year

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soulmates, the shock of recognition, and the pain of separation (never let me go meta)

in the official trailer for never let me go, nuengdiao explains the legend of soulmates in plato's symposium. essentially, humans used to be two-headed, four-legged creatures, but the gods feared they were too powerful and separated them, leaving each half to search for the other. already, we can see palm and nuengdiao beginning to recognize each other as soulmates. but this realization comes with risks; after all, after two halves have finally found each other, the pain of another separation will be unbearable.

even when palm and nuengdiao meet for the first time, there is a gravity to their interaction that foreshadows how significant they will become to each other. palm greets nuengdiao with a bow and almost reverent "wai," which takes nuengdiao by surprise. (i believe it is rare for peers of the same age to greet each other with such respect, but correct me if i'm wrong.) obviously, palm has to show respect to his employer, but his reverence is also colored by his knowledge that (as his father told him) he will likely serve nuengdiao for the rest of his life.

whereas nuengdiao, who isn't privy to this information, eyes palm uncertainly, palm looks at nuengdiao like a man staring down the barrel of his future. it's not necessarily romantic or love at first sight per se, but palm seems conscious of the inevitability of his feelings for nuengdiao. it's the realization of "oh. he's the one i'm going to spend the rest of my life with. he's the one i'm going to fall in love with."

having made this realization, every interaction palm has with nuengdiao throughout the first episode becomes super-charged. the moment their hands touch as palm hands the unloaded gun to nuengdiao by the pool is when the realization sets in for nuengdiao. there's a jolt in the music, and the two look up at each other, startled. they look at each other with open vulnerability, both wrestling with the feeling of being known on some deep, subconscious level.

as the two become closer and more comfortable with each other in the following episodes, they begin to verbalize this feeling that they have found their soulmate in one another. at the shooting range, palm tells nuengdiao that he imagines he is protecting someone he loves, someone he can't live without. the unspoken but apparent implication is that this someone is, or will be, nuengdiao. (side note: a corollary to the rhetoric of soulmates at play here is the rhetoric of body and mind, which cannot exist without the other. i discuss this more here.)

in the scene at the shooting range, it's palm who utilizes the language of soulmates. when they are discussing plato's symposium at the beach, the roles are reversed. nuengdiao speaks of a person's quest to find their other half, and it is palm that asks if he believes his other half is searching for him (a parallel to nuengdiao asking who palm thinks of when he pull the trigger). in both scenes, palm and nuengdiao answer each other's question with a meaningful look that says "it's you."

the construction of palm and nuengdiao as soulmates - and as people who are aware that they are soulmates - is how we know nuengdiao is lying when he later tells palm that someone like him won't be able to make him happy, as shown in the trailer. in truth, he needs palm to be happy. since there's a target on his back, nuengdiao is likely trying to push palm away in order to protect him. but what happens when two halves are torn apart after being whole once more?

real-life issues with co-dependency aside, in the context of this story, palm and nuengdiao need each other to survive. but live or die, they will do it together.

i'll end this post with an excerpt from plato's symposium that ties in well with the OST ("living for you") and the english title of the series (never let me go):

“[When] a person meets the half that is his very own, something wonderful happens: the two are struck from their senses by love, by a sense of belonging to one another, and by desire, and they don’t want to be separated from one another, not even for a moment. These are people who finish out their lives together and still cannot say what it is they want from one another.”

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