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jess-total-mess · 6 months

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hadestown really does convince you that maybe it’ll turn out different this time. maybe eurydice wont go. maybe hades will let them go. maybe, just maybe, orpheus wont turn around early.

and then she does go. and hades makes them take a test. and doubt creeps in.

#hadestown #like i have never cried over a show or anything before #hadestown made me tear up with the reprise of wait for me #opening night in my city was amazing #i couldnt stop smiling throughout the first act #and then i just went serious mode and started like begging #like #make it different this time #thats what makes a tradegy a tradegy though #it was never going to be any different

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desultory-novice · 2 months

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Silliness aside, while i was gathering images from Moonlight Mansion for that last post, I uh... realized something kinda BIG...

That towering manor, with the big "M" doorway? A symbol like that kinda reminds you of a certain airship.... ...But no! Surely that decorated "M" stands for "Moonlight!"

Oh, wait.... Oh no...

On the gate...is that......? IT IS!

IT'S DARK META KNIGHT! And all the BAT imagery everywhere too...! Ahhh! I can't believe I'm just now seeing this!?!

:cue "Damn, bitch, you live like this?":

But I will be taking those stained glass windows of the Guardians of the Mirror World as more evidence for my "Dark Meta Knight was a mole who truly cared about the Mirror World" theory though!

(And maybe the grave stone is for the Mirror Meta Knights, like when I theorized they'd all died and that's why DMK's such a loner...)

#Kirby #Kirby series #Dark Meta Knight #cw: language #How did I never see this before??#Did everyone else know about this already?!#Moonlight Mansion is DMK's goddamn HOUSE #And of course you find Shadow Kirby right outside the gates!!#DMK why are you so...!! :cries in misunderstood character:#The fact that he chooses to fight you in Radish Ruins. He loves old ruins. Just like Meta Knight does...!!#All those books too... tossed aside... broken mirrors...#Yeah this does absolutely nothing to de-convince me that something baaaaad happened to DMK and the others...#DMK Defense Force

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hyperfixiation-station · 5 months

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Forever And Always

TW: Death, injuries, angst

Pairing: Ghost x Reader

Note: Listen to this song either before or after you read. Makes the viewing experience 100x better.

Ghost should have been back by now. You had wanted to pick him up from the airport, but he had told you he didn’t know when he was getting in, and that he would just meet you at home. He had texted you 2 hours ago that he had landed, but since then it had been radio silence.

You sit at the kitchen table, worriedly watching the phone, waiting for him to text you. You’d been waiting for hours, the time far later than when he said he’d be home. You knew Simon, knew that something deeper was going on then him just forgetting to text you. Your eyes fall to your phone, the screen lighting up with yet another unread message. After hearing no one had seen him, you’d stopped responding, too tired and worried to think.

You: Is Simon with you?

Bubbles: no

Bubbles: he said he wanted to see u rather than go drink with us first day of leave

Bubbles: why

You: Is Simon with you?

Oh Captain My Captain: No

Oh Captain My Captain: Haven’t seen him since he said he was heading towards you

Oh Captain My Captain: Has he not made it back yet?

Oh Captain My Captain: I’ll see if I can find him.

Bubbles: Y/n????

Bubbles: where is he???

Bubbles: is something wrong?

Bubbles: Y/n???

It’s Raining Men: Captain is having me look for Ghost.

It’s Raining Men: I’ll find him for ya, don’t worry.

Bubbles: i’m coming to find u

Your phone rings and you startle, almost falling out of your seat. You snap out of your daze, almost dropping the phone in your haste to answer.

“Are you y/n, l/n?” The voice on the other end asks.

“Yes.” You whisper, heart sinking.

“This is Bakersfield Memorial. Something happened to Simon Riley. You need to co-” You don’t hear anything else they say, a rushing sound in your ears drowning out all other noise.

You hurry to your car, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. You peel out of the driveway and speed down the road, ignoring road safety laws. Your eyes fall on your left hand, the engagement ring sitting on your finger glinting in the moonlight. Your mind flickers back to 7 months ago, when Ghost had gotten down on one knee and asked you to be his.

It was the night before Ghost left for deployment, and you were out on the town, enjoying the last night you’d spend together for over 6 months. Soap, Price, and Gaz were there as well, and while you weren’t 100% sure why, you didn’t mind.

It hit 1 A.M. and you were about ready to go home. You were getting ready to leave when Ghost called your name. You spun around, mouth to tell him…something. You can’t remember what. Any thoughts vanish at the sight of Ghost on his knee, holding a small box out to you.

He said a lot of things, told you he meant to ask you after he got back but he just couldn’t wait. Told you how much he loved you, that he wanted to spend his life with you, wanted you to be his forever and always. You remember launching yourself at him, knocking him backwards, the bar cheering around you as you cried.

And you remember telling him that he better stay alive long enough to marry you.

You pull up to the entrance of the hospital, not entirely sure how you got there in the first place. You hurry inside, car still on, and a nurse leads you up stairs, through doors, down a million halls, twisting and turning in a path you’ll never remember. She talks to you, updating you on what happened, but you can’t hear a word she says.

You enter his room, biting your lip to keep from crying when you see him in the bed. What you can see of his body is bruised and bloodied, an oxygen mask over his face, wires and tubes crisscrossing every which way. You sit down next to him and interlace your fingers, mindful of the I.V. sticking out the back of his hand.

“Hey luv.” His voice is low and strained, “fancy meeting…you here.”

“Oh Simon, what have you done to yourself.” Your vision blurs with unshed tears as you take in your fiancé's labored breathing, the pain etched into his face, the bloodstained bandages that cover his torso.

“I’ll be…alright, luv. Be…just fine…in time…for…the wedding.” He squeezes your hand weakly, “That is…if you…can ever pick…a color…scheme.”

“I was thinking blue. And orange.”

“Like the…fruit?”

“I was thinking more rustic.”

“Hmm.” You pretend not to notice his grimace of pain.

“You know,” You say to distract him from the inevitable, “I was looking at houses on zillow the other day.”

“...Oh? Find one…you…liked?”

“Yeah, found this real cute farm house, has a wrap-around porch and plenty of land. Plus a couple extra rooms if we ever decide to have kids.”

“I’d love to…have a…couple more…Y/n’s…runnin…around.” He smiles softly at you, and for one moment he looks peaceful. But then the moment passes and the pain returns.

“That’d be a bit confusing.” You tease softly, trying to act normal, “I’d think you’d want to give them their own names.”

“Mhm.” He doesn’t respond, but his pained smile tells you he’s grateful you’re trying.

“I was thinking Rosalie for a girl.” You say quickly, “And…and Thomas for a boy. We’d call him Tommy for short.”

“You’ve…got…good taste.” He squeezes your hand, voice thick with emotion.

“Course I do.” You grin weakly, “I’m marrying you, aren’t I?” He laughs weakly, smiling up at you for a moment. And then his breath hitches and your heart drops.

The nurse bends over him, messing with his oxygen. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room, leaving both you and him unable to breathe. It’s an eternity before the nurse hits his chest and he gasps softly, his breathing returning to the labored and raspy rhythm it held before.

“Si?” You cry, leaning over him.

“ ‘m…okay…luv.” His eyes are closed, his face pale, sweaty, and lined with pain. The nurse gives you a look that you know means there is not a lot of time left.

“Can you do something for me?” You ask her quietly. She nods, and you tell her what you want to do.

“I’ll be back soon.” She says, smiling sadly at you. As soon as she leaves there’s a knock on the door, a familiar Scottish brogue fills the room. You whip around to find Soap in the doorway, panting and sweaty. He looks at you for a moment before his gaze falls to Simon.

“Ye scared me little bird. Yer door wis unlocked ‘n yer phone wis on th’ ground ‘n Ah guessed th’ wirst. I’ wis pure happenstance that Ah saw…that Ah saw Ghost’s bike on th’…on th’ ground ’n surroondit by cop cars on mah way back tae base.” His gaze never leaves Ghost, even as he circles the bed to sit at his other side, “Ah’ve git Price ‘n Gaz on their way.”

“We’re just…invit…ing…everyone…then?” Ghost rasps out, “Good…ta…see ya…again..Johnny.”

“We wur th'gither no’ even 6 hours ago, Ghost.” Ghost laughs softly and you grin weakly at their light-hearted banter, gently squeezing his hand. He slumps back against the bed, eyes fluttering as even that small interaction drains him.

“Soap, can I ask you to do something for me real quick?” You ask him quietly.

“O’ course.” You lean over, whispering quietly in his ear. He gives you the same look the nurse did as he stands and leaves the room.

“Wh’t ‘re…you doin?” Ghost slurs.

“I’m marrying you. Now.” You say softly, eyes blurring with tears again, “I always did like white and silver as a backup option.”

“Do-” You cut him off

“I want you, Simon Riley. I will always want you. There is no one else on this planet that could take your place, regardless of the time we get to spend together. Even if-” Your voice breaks, “-even if that time ends today. There will never be anyone else for me.”

“Y/n…” He gets cut off again, this time by a train of people filing into the room. The nurse comes in first, towing the Chaplin you’d asked her to get behind her. Soap is next, followed along by an elderly woman pushing her wife in a wheelchair, holding a pair of wedding rings, with Price and Gaz bringing up the rear.

The room is crowded and hot, but you could care less. The next few minutes are filled with tearful laughter, condolences and congratulations exchanged in the same breath. Price, Soap, and Gaz sit with Ghost as the Chaplain gets his things ready.

You step back, giving them one final moment alone with their brother. You go thank the couple for letting you borrow their rings, and you can see the pity in their eyes as they take in the room.

You learn that the one in the wheelchair is named Margaret and the other’s named Pamela, that they met when they were 12 and 14 respectively, and got married as soon as they were both legal.

“We’re lucky,” Margaret says softly, “Not a lot of people get to be with each other as long as we do.” The words cut deep, though you know she means well, and you turn away so she can't see your tears.

“Are ya ready, little bird?” Soap gently guides you to the vacated chair by Ghosts bedside, and the chaplain begins the ceremony. Soap hands you the rings, then retreats to the side of the room, where Gaz, Price, Margaret, and Pamela watch the both of you.

“Guess I….held to…my…promise.” He chuckles weakly. You shush him, but can’t help but smile. The chaplain stands in front of you and begins to speak, the room silent save for the steady beeps of the machinery and his voice. He finishes his part and steps back, allowing you to exchange vows.

“I want you forever, Simon Riley.” You say as you slide the ring on his finger, “forever and always. Through the good, the bad, the ugly, for better or for worse, happy, sad, angry. I want you through all of it. We’ll gr…we….I will always love you, no matter the time that passes.” You are crying now, so hard you can barely see him through your tears, “I will love you, forever and always.”

He squeezes your hand weakly, his breaths coming faster and faster even as his heart rate begins to slow. His voice is low and shaky, but you can hear him all the same.

“I love you forever,” His voice breaks, “forever and always. Even if…when…I’m not…there…I’ll always…love you….forever…and al...ways.” You press a kiss to cold lips, your tears falling on his face. His hand tangles in your hair before shakily coming up to wipe your tears away.

“Watch…them…for me…Soap.” He slurs, eyes fluttering shut.

“Always.” Soap says solemnly, but you can barely hear him. You sob raggedly, digging your fingers so hard into Ghost’s hand it hurts.

“Don’t leave me Si.” You beg as his heart monitor begins to slow, “Please Si, I’m begging you, stay with me. I can’t do this without you.”

But your pleas fall on deaf ears, his hand going limp in yours. The steady beep of the machinery is replaced by a shrill scream as he flatlines. Then the nurse unplugs it, and your sobs fill the air.

You lean over him, face resting on his stomach as you sob, the gurney shaking from the force of it.

“Wake up.” You beg, “Please Simon, this isn’t funny. Please wake up.” But he doesn’t. A hand falls on your shoulder, turning you away from the body. He sinks down to be on your level, drawing you into a hug. You bury your face in the man’s neck, both of you clinging together as you mourn.

“I should have driven him home from the airport.” You sob raggedly, “I should have waited for him, I should have…should have….sh-sh-sh…”

“Breathe little bird.”

“I can-I can-I ca-an’t.”

“Yes, ye can. Breathe wit me. In, 2, 3, 4, out, 2, 3, 4.” He caresses your hair as he talks, a soothing gesture that Simon does.

Did.

“I’s no’ yer fault, little bird, ya hear me?” He makes you look him in the eyes, but the pain you see in them sets you off again.

“I’m s-so…so sorry.” you cry, “I am so sorry.”

“I’s no’ yer fault.” Sopa says, harsher this time, “He shoudnae been drivin’ th’ bike anyway. Ah know ye tol’ him tae stop.”

“He’s dead Soap, you can’t speak ill of the dead.” Your breath hitches, “He’s dead. Soap, he’s dead. He’sdeadhe’sdead’he’sdead. He’s dead and he’s not coming back. He left me.” You are sobbing almost incoherently now, “He left me, he promised he’d stay with me, he said we’d grow old together, that we’d be together, forever and always, but he left me. Heleftmeheleftmeheleftme!”

“Ah know, little bird.” He holds you to his chest as you shatter, “I know.”

#cod fanfic #angst #ghost x reader #cod x reader #no beta we die like men #cod #simon ghost riley #ghost fanfiction #dead dove do not eat #I am a masochrist #Like i actually cried writing this #I've never done that before #I'm sorry yall #john soap mactavish

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introspectivememories · 5 months

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four months into getting to know each other, shouto finds him by touya-nii's shrine. his little brother gently sits down beside him and offers a small prayer.

"yumi-nee-san," natsuo wonders if his little brother will ever drop the second honorific, "said you were the closest to him," shouto says quietly.

after all these years and the use of past tense still makes his heart break. 'you are the closest to him' he wants to correct but that wouldn't make sense anymore. touya-nii hasn't been talked about in the present tense since before middle school. does shouto even remember a time before nii-san's dea-, disappearance?

"yeah, i was," he says, eyes never leaving the photo. it's the one nii-san took for sixth-grade picture day. kaa-san had got him all dressed up and he had hated it. somedays he thinks if he looks close enough, he'll see the displeased pout on nii-san face. "why?"

his little brother says nothing for a long time, back ramrod straight. natsuo has no idea what's going on in that head of his. shouto has so few tells that he's practically a blank slate. natsuo hates his father.

then slowly and so quietly, he has to strain his ears to catch it, shouto stammers out, "do-, do you think he would have liked me?"

natsuo's immediate reaction is to say 'yes'. yes, of course, touya-nii would've loved you. yes, of course, touya-nii would've crossed the heavens for you. yes, of course, he would've loved you shouto; you're his precious younger brother.

but he remembers the way nii-san used to spit out shouto's name when he was a kid. the way his brother's mouth wrapped around it, the face he made, like he had just eaten something disgusting. he remembers the way touya-nii had become almost crazed by the end, hellbent on proving himself the rightful heir to their shitty father's legacy. he remembers the way touya-nii had said, "i just need to prove that i'm better than him,"; the 'him' said with such bitterness and contempt.

he knows instantly that touya-nii would not have liked shouto. that this house and his father would have twisted any ounce of love, nii-san would've held towards shouto, into jealousy and hatred.

(this house may have ruined all of them but it only ever broke two of them.)

natsuo can't say any of that to shouto. his kind little brother who forgave him for not being there. his amazing little brother who falls in love with every cat he sees. his wonderful little brother who has a wickedly dry sense of humor. his soft baby brother who loves him and yumi-nee with a passion. his tender-hearted baby brother who still worries if his long-gone older brother would've liked him.

no, natsuo can't tell shouto that nii-san wouldn't have like him. shouto will internalize it like he does with everything else that hurts him. and there is already so much that hurts shouto, he will not add to that list. his baby brother smiles these days, nothing big like his green-haired friend, but quiet, lovely, ones all the same. shouto talks more these days. they have dinner together when natsuo is home. his baby brother laughs now. it's a miracle like nothing else in this world.

shouto is the best thing to come out of their house and natsuo will die before he ever hurts his little brother. so instead, he curls an arm around shouto's shoulders and pulls him into a loose side-hug.

"of course!" he lies cheerfully, ignoring the ache in his chest, "touya-nii would've loved you. you're his — and our —precious little brother after all. there is no universe in which he wouldn't have loved you."

the tips of his baby brother's ears go red and his pleased little answering smile makes the ache of lie go away. natsuo will tell a thousand more lies if it means shouto never stops smiling like that.

#PLEASE THEY MAKE ME INSANE!!!!#and the thing is natsuo's not wrong. touya really would've loved shouto in literally any other universe #also natsuo who fucking /adores/ his baby brother so much #shouto laughs and natsu's like: the second coming of jesus christ could not compare to this #100% natsu is shouto's overprotective brother #it's the like 15 years of suppressed older sibling instincts coming out #someone fucking looks are shou wrong and natsu's all up in their face like: what's your fuckin issue with my bro dude??#natsuo for once being thankful that he got endeavor's height and build #fuyu: i thought you said you didn't like looking like dad?#natsu: that was before i found out i could use it to intimidate people that looked a shouto wrong #fuyu: natsu you think every1 looks at shou wrong. you tried to fistfight a baby yesterday #natsu: yeah well it shouldn't have cried when shou held it. did you see how sad shou looked????#fuyu: never pegged you for a brocon to be honest #natsu: you take that back rn #todoroki shouto #todoroki natsuo #todoroki touya #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki family #bnha

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kazoo-the-demjin · 1 year

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Kind of feel bad for people who head into the books after having already engaged- even passively- with the aftg fandom. like there are so many things that are meant to surprise you. the 'oh's. The looking at everything with neil's pov and only after completing the series realizing what a fucking idiot he was at times. The kisses. Those reveals. The thunderclap of "Doesn't mean I wouldn't-***". Somehow, those guys already know all this. They know at the end there's gonna be a pairing, and that kinda takes away the beauty and surprise of it. They know about a game, the deaths, the characters. It's kinda sad they're never gonna enjoy it the way we did

#im so happy i knew nothing about the books when i read them #because if i knew about andreil i would've cried #because once you fully give yourself to neil's pov #it's such a fucking surprise #they already head into the books with an opinion and it's so sad #because i remember reading the first few lines of tfc and thinking what the hell is going on here #people will know a part of neil's shit already before reading #robbing away the beauty of knowing basic information about the main character like his real name and his hair colour in the LAST BOOK #of the series #sigh #i might've spoiled it for people too #as a wise friend once told me: never engage in a fandom unless you've gone through the whole of it #love her for that shit #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the foxes #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #tay shit #tay.aftg #myt #andreil #nora sakavic

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whispersbelongingbird · 29 days

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Round 6 spoilers

I just finished crying over round 6 so here.

The way Ivan gently handles Till here.. It was so soft and the little nuzzle, Vivinos is trying to kill us because I cant do this anymore its too much

Why was this actually cute.. At first I thought it was like sauce on Till’s cheek but no It was blood. I’m starting to think Ivan is like some vampire.

Do I even have to say anything..? This was the moment I started crying. The way Ivan ran up to Till and till pushed him away but Ivan pulled him back in because he knew this was their first and last kiss.

The way Ivan checked to see if Till is winning because he was planning on losing on purpose for Till then pulled him in for their last kiss. I can’t do this anymore

THE CHOKING?! TILL HAD NO BUSINESS BEING THIS FINE?! I was going insane like while watching this I was practically already a waterfall

Vivinos when I catch you Vivinos.. Till lost Mizi and now Ivan.. I can’t do this anymore. When I tell you I was screaming and crying. His smile and how Till is just standing their above his body..