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plasma-studios · 3 months

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had some thoughts about the Dreamtale twins + Cross in the typical UTMV setting

@zu-is-here my apologies for tagging you in such a long post, just wanted to hear your thoughts on this analysis! (cream brainrot go brrrrrr)

Cross is a foil of both Dream and Nightmare.

Let me elaborate; they all share a mistake (or at the very least a perceived mistake) made that ended in the destruction of their world and loss of their family. Dream and Nightmare with Dreamtale, Cross with XTale.

In Nightmare's case, his mistake drives him down a path of self-destruction when he's corrupted by the apple as he loses himself. This is paralleled by Cross' own self-loathing created by his own mistake in XTale's last timeline. This mistake drives them down a path of self-destruction, and it isolates them.

In Dream's case, he also made a mistake (or, a perceived one, be it unintentional neglect or ignorance of Nightmare's situation depending on the interpretation) that cost him both his world (Dreamtale) and his family (Nightmare).

However, although Cross is a foil of both, it is with Dream where he can find healing with because of one key difference between the aftermath of how Dream and Nightmare's respective mistakes, of the difference of how they emerged from their mutual tragedy.

2. The parallel between their tragedies

Nightmare's story was and is a tragedy. The story of XTale is also a tragedy. Dreamtale is in itself a tragedy, from Nim's departure fueled by paranoia of her peers to her dying alone because of it. From the very start it was a tragedy. Though the birth of the Dreamtale twins was indeed a hope born of Nim's death, they too suffered their own tragedy of the Apple Incident.

There we see a pattern. Tragedy, hope, then tragedy.

But after tragedy, is hope. And that hope in this iteration of the cycle is Dream. Dream is a representation of how kindness and hope can survive through tragedy. That no mistake is unforgivable, unsalvageable.

That concept of how no mistake is salvageable is exactly what a self-loathing Cross needs. Does he not have the tendency to hold onto his sin, his mistakes? And his self-loathing, self-blame. Dream's existence is a manifestation of the antithesis to what he believes himself to be: there is more to post-tragedy than pain, than regret, than shame. He still has the capacity to be kind. to love. He is still able to love, and be loved. He is not unsalvageable.

3. As such, Dream is Cross' penance.

Dream represents both how a sin/fault, no matter how disastrous or destructive, is the end of. Dream represents the hope that contradicts the very idea of self-blame and self-damnation.

If Cross' sin is hating himself, healing is his penance. Forgiving himself, his own mistakes, through the embodiment of a mistake repented for through kindness. Through Dream.

Dream is his penance for his sin against himself.

And thus, Dream is Cross' weakness because he is Cross' penance.

4. Because Cross is a foil of Nightmare, Cross is also Dream's penance.

Even if Dream could not save his brother from losing himself, at least he could save someone from their self-destruction. At least, this time, he could save someone from themself.

As such, Cross is Dream's weakness because he is Dream's penance.

#dream sans #nightmare sans #cross sans #utmv #plasma's utmv rambles #utmv analysis #dreamtale #dream and nightmare #dreamtale nightmare #dreamtale brothers #cream ship #also has a lot of implications if you bring in dark cream.. and the themes of hope there #the role reversal of bringing hope #bringing hope through loving <3 #repenting through loving :)#tragedy ig #long post

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breathingsong · 1 year

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every song is about ellie from the last of us to me now

#specifically all boygenius songs #specifically specifically stay down $20 emily i’m sorry and not strong enough #specifically specifically specifically ‘i’m in the backseat of my body i’m just steering my life in a videogame’#‘so would you teach me i’m the villain aren’t i aren’t i the one constantly repenting for a difficult mind’#‘when you wake up i’ll be gone again’#‘headed straight for the concrete in a nightmare screaming now i’m wide awake spiralling and you don’t wanna talk’#‘i can feel myself becoming someone only you could want’#‘ i don’t know why i am the way i am there’s something in the static i think i’ve been having revelations’#self indulgent post. but she is literally steering her life in a video game (video game character)#tlou #boygenius

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continuousmeowing · 1 year

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Girls will take a nap at eight pm, have an extremely realistic dream about the apocalypse, and wake up at midnigjtb with absolutely no thoughts except “what the actual fuck”

#been having a lot of apocalypse dreams lately #specifically zombie ones. which sucks because zombies are the worst.#but i mean?? they’re getting less alarming at least??#i did run into a religious cult in my dreams last night though!#they would go around and leave the undead inside peoples homes & encampments #cause the living needed to repent for their sins or whatever #it was fun!! it was a bit disturbing!! I got the hell away from there very fast!!#i also failed miderably at driving #but it wasn’t as bad as the nightmares I have about crashing the car so. win!!!#i also ran into somebody listening to high noon over Camelot on CD #so I obviously went to say hello #and i may have rambled a bit #anyways they kind of just ignored me :(#it made me sad #also also also I had to hide from a zombie in a shitty school cabinet!! worst expirience ever!! would not reccomend!!#my lover died. and then like then years later my encampment starts having major issues. because why not.#“we DONT need an electric fence” they said. “an electric fence will be detrimental to the encampment” they said.#and then the encampment got fucking DESTROYED. because of our shitty fence.#sorry sorry im weirdly passionate about this world I dreamt of.#i need to go sleep now. I’m eepy.

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newwwwusername · 2 years

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All My Whumptober 2022 Oneshots (Including The Alt Prompts)

Full series on AO3 Full series on Wattpad

The following is a table of contents that lists which fandom, pairing(s), headcanon(s), and warnings (if any) I used for each prompt in case you only want to read for certain fandoms. Each listing will be written as follows :

Prompt # : What the prompt was || Fandom Name || Pairing(s), if any || Headcanon(s), if any || Warning(s), if any

Anyways, here is the list :

- Prompt 1 : A Little Out Of The Ordinary - "This wasn't supposed to happen" || Dirty Paws (short film - 2015) || Aldo/Skelly || Major character death, fairly graphic depictions of violence

- Prompt 2 : Nowhere To Run - Caged || "Repent, Harlequin!" Said the Ticktockman (short story - Harlan Ellison) || Everrett/Ticktockman

- Prompt 2.5 : Ringing Ears || Werewolves Within (movie - 2021) || Cecily/Dr. Ellis || Agender!Cecily, Autistic!Dr. Ellis || Blood, injury, spoilers for who the werewolf is

- Prompt 3 : Hair's Breadth From Death - Impaled || School Bus Graveyard || Ashlyn/Taylor, Savannah Kids || Blood, severe injury

- Prompt 4 : Dead On Your Feet - Hidden Injury || Tenchi Universe || Nagi/Ryoko || MTF!Nagi, Autistic!Nagi || Minor blood, minor injury

- Prompt 4.5 : Whimpering || A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 : Dream Warriors (1987) || Phillip & Taryn || Taryn has Tourette’s syndrome, FTM!Phillip

- Prompt 5 : Every Whumpee's Need - Running Out Of Air || The Little Vampire 3D || Tony/Rudolph || Suffocation

- Prompt 6 : Proof Of Life - Screams From Across The Hall || The Road Within (2014) || Alex/Vincent/Marie || Vincent and Marie both have PTSD from the events of the film, Autistic!Alex || Past hospitalization due to eating disorders

- Prompt 6.5 : Dazed & Confused || Y : The Last Man (Hulu) || Agent 355/Allison || Autistic!Allison, Autistic!355

- Prompt 7 : The Way You Shake & Shiver - Silent Panic Attack || Euphoria (HBO) || Rue/Jules || Autistic!Jules

- Prompt 8 : Everything Hurts & I'm Dying - Stomach Pain || Screwed Up (WEBTOON) || Samuel/Adam

- Prompt 8.5 : Touch Starved || Goosebumps the Musical : Phantom of the Auditorium || Brian/Brooke || Brian is touch starved

- Prompt 9 : The Very Noisy Night - Sleeping In Shifts || Sacribaro || Mike/Aleksandr || War, injury, burns

- Prompt 10 : Poor Unfortunate Souls - Waterboarding || Promare || Galo/Lio || Lio has PTSD, FTM!Lio || PTSD flashbacks over trauma involving waterboarding, false accusations, unjust law enforcement

- Prompt 10.5 : Ambushed || Stick War : Legacy || Female Archidon/Female Archidon || Dangerous situations, ambush

- Prompt 11 : "911, What's Your Emergency?" - Self-Done First Aid || The Play That Goes Wrong (stageplay) || Chris & Dennis || Female!Chris, Autistic!Dennis || Minor injury

- Prompt 12 : What Could Go Wrong? - Cave In || Tornado Stories (Minecraft roleplay web series) || Mitch/Cookie || Major character death

- Prompt 12.5 : Sensory Overload || Inside Job (cartoon - 2021) || Reagan & Brett

- Prompt 13 : Can't Make An Omelette Without Breaking A Few Legs - "Are you here to break me out?" || Chipspeech || Bert/Rotten

- Prompt 14 : Die A Hero Or Live Long Enough To Become A Villain - Desperate Measures || Arcane : League of Legends || Jayce/Viktor || Villain!Viktor || Ableism, neglect, arguments

- Prompt 14.5 : Protective || The Black Phone || Finney/Robin || Dyscalculic!Robin, FTM!Finney

- Prompt 15 : Emotional Damage - Breathing Through The Pain || Dear McCracken (short film - 2019) || Chase/Ozzie || FTM!Chase

- Prompt 16 : No Way Out - Mind Control || She Ra and the Princesses of Power || Catra/Adora || Nausea, panic attack

- Prompt 16.5 : Made To Watch || Cobra Kai || Hawk/Demetri || Demetri has ADHD

- Prompt 17 : Hanging By A Threat - Breaking Point || Johnny the Homicidal Maniac || Bipolar!Johnny || Violence, murder, harm to animals, mental instability

- Prompt 18 : Let's Break The Ice - "Just get it over with" || Scream (MTV) || Major character death, guns, bondage (not the sexy kind)

- Prompt 18.5 : Quicksand || Redstoner (Minecraft web series) || Mental instability, death

- Prompt 19 : Enough Is Enough - Repeatedly Passing Out || Star Trek : Discovery || Michael & Philippa || Injury

- Prompt 20 : It's Been A Long Day - Fetal Position || The Owl House || Hunter & Camila || Vomiting

- Prompt 20.5 : Adrenaline Crash || West Side Story (movie - 2021) || Tony/Anybodys || Period-typical transphobia, canon-typical violence

- Prompt 21 : Famous Last Words - "You're safe now" || Stranger Things (Netflix) || Max/Lucas || Major character death

- Prompt 22 : Pick Your Poison - Withdrawal || The Umbrella Academy (Netflix) || Viktor & Klaus || Vomiting, drug + alcohol addiction, mention of DUI

- Prompt 22.5 : Stabbed || Parkside Prison (Minecraft roleplay web series) || Jay & Gary || Mild blood, mention of past murder

- Prompt 23 : At The End Of Their Rope - "Hold them down" || Infinity Train (Cartoon Network) || Jesse/Lake || Lake has PTSD, Nonbinary!Lake, Lake likes Star Trek || Implied murder/major character death in a dream sequence

- Prompt 24 : Fight, Flight or Freeze - Blood Covered Hands || Bardown (web comic) || Maxxie & Nils || Mentions of murder

- Prompt 24.5 : Carried To Safety || Midsummer/Jersey || Robert & Janet || Minor injury

- Prompt 25 : Silence Is Golden - Duct Tape || Hellbound (web series) || Rafael & Ida || Forced bondage (not sexual), implied abuse

- Prompt 26 : No One Left Behind - "Why did you save me?" || Life Is Strange (first game) || Max/Chloe || Survivor’s guilt

- Prompt 26.5 : Crutches || Goon (movie - 2011) || Doug/Xavier || Autistic!Doug || Drug use

- Prompt 27 : Pushed To The Limit - Stumbling || Glee || Marley & Unique || Eating disorder behavior

- Prompt 28 : It's Just The Tip Of The Iceberg - Punching The Wall || Alone With You (video game) || AF4B-3B/Player Character

- Prompt 28.5 : Emergency Blanket || Brokeback Mountain (movie - 2005) || Major character death, suicide, freezing

- Prompt 29 : What Doesn't Kill Me... - "Better me than you" || Castle Swimmer (web comic) || Kappa/Siren || Past major injury

- Prompt 30 : Note To Self... Don't Get Kidnapped - "Please don't touch me" || Heartbreak High (Netflix - 2022) || Harper/Amerie || Past kidnapping, past non-con elements, vomiting

- Prompt 30.5 : Tears || With Great Abandon (web comic) || Russell/Harry || Implied parental abuse

- Prompt 31 : A Light At The End Of The Tunnel - "You can rest now" || The Shookething (2020) || Neo & Milo || Neo gets his redemption || Mentions of canonical murder

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foxgod · 2 years

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the bad rubber piggy episode of invader zim is so scary

#repent #pretty sure i had a nightmare when it first watched it

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thekillersareeatingtheflesh · 9 months

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now why in gods name would be dad wish me an easy fast in his morning text. how does my Literal Father not know that i dont fast because its bad for my anemia.

#i wish my folks would leave me alone so i can get through this nightmare holiday by myself #and Yes i do think yom kippur is a nightmare holiday and i wont apologize for that #a day completely dedicated to Repentance and Holyness is hard to fucking deal with when youve had religion themed ocd #shut up frank

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lord-of-0blivion · 1 year

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Ok, so Danny rules all afterlifes, and being the clown hating little shit he is goes:

◇Sky goes green over Gotham◇

"Listen and hear this Royall decree!"

"I, Phantom, God-King of all afterlifes hearby say"

"That as long as your crimes do not exceed his, and you are willing to repent,"

"So long as you kill the Joker, all your sins will be absolved and you will be granted entry into your Heaven of choice!"

Jason-*Sheds a tear* Fuck yeah! *Fist bump*

Harley-*Evil grin*

Ivy-*Evil grin... but in green*

The rest of the bafamily-"Does this mean-"

Batman-"No"

The rest of the bafamily-"But God said so!"

John 'Fuck my life' Constantine-"I need a drink.... Who emptied all the pubs!?" (By bad luck he just happened to be in Gotham)

The rest of Gotham-*Party! Umptz! Umptz!* (Also emptied all the pubs)

The Joker-"Uh oh..."

Danny 'Fuck that clown in particular' Phantom-*Literally splits his head in two like a nightmare cheshire cat grinning*

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #king danny phantom #ghost zone

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doki-doki-imagines · 5 months

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Hi! If requests are still open can i request mk1 men with an angel reader? Thanks!

author note: Earthrealm guys for my own sainty🫡

Johnny Cage: -"Have you fallen from Heaven? Cuz' you are an angel." "It's exactly what happened." "…Seriously? We should totally make-" "No." -The man is so curious. -He flirts here and there, but mostly, he just wants to know how angels work and how it is up there. -Maybe some juicy info will slip, and Johnny will be able to make a movie out of it…

Kenshi Takahashi: -When everybody told him you are an angel, Kenshi thought you were just a nice person. -When Johnny told him you are an angel, Kenshi thought you were also beautiful. -For sure, Kenshi never thought of feeling feathers when you protected him during a fight. -"So you are an angel." He says, breathless. "Yeah, nobody told you?" -"Will my sins be forgiven?" "My Lord welcomes every sinner seeking redemption."

Raiden: -Literal angel meets metaphorical angel. -Every time you two meet in the same room, you make it shine for how nice and good you both are. -You are both so sweet that Lao swears that some of his teeth rooted. -"Can I touch them?" "The wings?" Raiden nods. -Best experience ever: 10/10. It felt like caressing a cub and heart is relaxed better than any medicine could ever do.

Kung Lao: -"You are wayyy too nice." "I'll take it as a compliment." -He teases you restlessly, Lao wanna see the angel snap back at him. -If only he knew what you went through, he'd understand that his chances are less than zero. -The real surprise will be when you'll tease him. -"You are so cute when you blush, Lao." "????" -He is going to get you back for this.

Liu Kang: -"Do not be afraid." "Did you just steal my line?" -You are not the first angel he has seen, but it's been so long since he has been in contact with one that he'll try to keep you as long as possible on Earthrealm. -"Your presence has been healing for everyone. They hope you'll stay here for much longer." "Aren't you sure that "they" isn't just you, Liu Kang?" -Seeing him choke on his tea was a real sight, almost heavenly.

Geras: -It's not the first time Geras meets an angel, so he won't be surprised by you. -He likes to chit-chat, tho! You are both so old you for sure have a lot of stories to tell to each other. -Geras appreciates your help keeping the timelines safe, so he'll always be ready to give you a hand if you need it.

Bi-Han: -"What should I be afraid of? You are nothing more than a mythological chicken." Shows angelic true form "…fuck" -He won't treat you with any respect unless you defeat him in a fight. -Your true form will haunt him in his nightmares, tho. -"Repent Bi-Han." -Maybe an angel is the push he needs.

Kuai Liang: -He is so respectful to you, bowing every time he greets you. -Wouldn't mind training with you, and don't you dare go easy on him! -"Are my flames as hot as hell ones?" "Dear, I'm sorry, but I'm not a fallen angel. For sure, your smile is bright as our light." -Congrats! You made Liang blush, shy smile on his face making him uncharacteristically cute.

Tomas Vrbada: -"Have you fallen from Hea-" "Sorry Tomas, Johnny already tried it." "Damn it!" -Tomas looks so sweet that he reminds you of your brothers. -Too bad that then you remember his work… -He is really curious so you'll be asked a lot about your past and family. -"Are my mom and sister fine?" "I'm sorry Tomas I can't reveal anything. But relax, they are in good hands."

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sharkksee · 7 months

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A LITTLE DEATH !

──── Damian Al Ghul x Reader. 571 words.

Living after dying was too expensive a price that everyone avoided, because anyone would not be able to continue or repent when the effects of madness came. Everyone who has ever been revived in that well may never be the same again, Damian knew this very well, he has seen it with his own eyes.

The Lazarus Pit was too dangerous. They could use it on soldiers to keep the League of Shadows standing, not use it on loved ones. Using the grave of someone you love is like a death note delivered in front of the devil, on shaking knees. But the loneliness, the guilt, accumulated on him.

He let your inert body sink into the waters, freeing your death to the forces that his grandfather abused. It was a nightmare to see you like this, reminding him that he couldn't save you.

How did he fail like this? He is the heir of the Al Ghul, the blood of the deaths of his origins wells up in his veins. How did your death pass over him?

He can't allow it. No. He forbids you, in life and soul, to agonize in his presence, to abandon him and release him. You have to be with him, he won't let you even fall into the arms of death.

His eyes move over you, as he is always very curious about you. He is fascinated by your body, your curves, and the way the water covers your contours so softly on your fatal wounds. The gaze lingers on your soft, kissable lips, and he longs for the taste of your return. He wants to taste the sweetness of your lips with his. He longs for you, because he needs you. Damian will have wealth, soldiers, weapons, blood. But not having you is like a curse.

Soft, slow breathing is heard. The little chest goes up and down, in and out, in and out. But he doesn't move, not even a muscle, while he's listening to your every heartbeat from the edge of the Lazarus Pit.

Your body begins to react to the effects of the immortal waters, and he looked at you serenely. His hands clenched into knuckles, wishing for your own soul to be saved. Your fingers begin to move, and your body reacts, wanting to escape the waters as soon as you opened the eyes that Damian had loved so much from beneath the waters.

He gently lifts you into his arms and lifts you out of the water, feeling the living heat radiating from your body. He looks at you, intently, attentive to everything about you as he wraps his arms around your body tightly, not wanting you to escape from him.

“Beloved,” Damian whispers, his voice a hoarse but reassuring whisper. He feels your heartbeat. Oh, God. Your heart is beating, your lungs are breathing, your blood is reviving. He smiles slightly, noticing that you have calmed down from the waters and understand every part of what happened.

“I won't let you go… Again,” Damian whispers, almost to himself, holding you tighter, burying himself in your shoulder.

He can sense that you are agitated, your mind processing your return to life, wanting to ask. But the simple, cold gaze of those emerald orbs warn you to remain silent, like before you lost your life.

“I forbid you to leave me again.” He hissed, his breath now hitting your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He can't lose his favorite toy.

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azullumi · 2 months

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“under the burning hill” ; aventurine

premise — you say you know him, what will he choose?

tags — angst, with comfort if you squint, mentions of death, a lot of metaphors, spoilers to his backstory, i seriously don’t know how to tag this one, not proofread, 0.9k words; ficlet

tagging — @toorurs

note — i once cried to those tiktok slideshows that are like “if you really know your mother/self/father/sister/brother, what will they choose?” and then this fic happened. this is NOT my celebration fic for getting him, i have different one in my drafts

you say you know aventurine, what is he choosing?

a chance to be with his family again

he dreamt of flowers and gardens, of empty fields and large floating clouds, of tears and warmth, and he knelt into the dream where he felt the warmth of his sister’s hug and the soothing melody of his mother’s song. he buries his corpse who knew his father’s voice and how he would hold his child. in his dreams, he is good and he is loved.

he had nightmares of blood and fire, of wounds and tainted, dirty clothes, of screams and cries, and he’ll run away from the blades that will chase him, his body will become a corpse along with many others as he hides in the bloody waters. he has known death even before he saw his reflection.

and when he awakes from this, he’ll find himself in an empty bedroom despite the corners and the walls adorned with furniture, decoration, and dust. he’ll find himself alone—waking up yet he’s still in a nightmare. his family isn’t there.

for his shackles to never exist

the chain suffocates him—there’s the harsh smell of rusting metal and the cold tug of the chain when he moves his hand. his clothes are tattered, the collar and the hems burned off, and he stands before the eyes that scrutinizes and looks down on his existence. their gaze leaves letters that burn on his skin and it forms into a scar that will never heal, a reminder of what he is meant to be and will always be.

but he walks in the streets in flamboyance, the chain never seen on his wrist and neck as if it never once touched him. he treads the line of freedom and restriction recklessly and like a bird who has never known how to spread its wings, he could never reach far into the sky.

the form of his shackles have changed; it doesn’t mean he also has.

to stop the tremble of his hands

he fiddles with his fingers, adjusts the way his watch rests on his wrist—he keeps his hand busy and hidden. he wears a smile on his lips and utters such words filled with confidence as he places his bet, as he gambles his life, yet he desperately tries to conceal the way his hands tremble as he clutches on to his chips.

he wagers his life as if his existence was only a mere chip on the table, but it’s the only control he’ll ever have over himself.

an apology

he has dealt with scornful gazes and harsh remarks, has dwelled on the hidden meaning behind people’s words. he’s all too familiar with the cruel and unkind thread that weaves into their tongue as they speak—some may sing praises to him yet their eyes would harbor only hatred and disgust.

he wishes someone would ask for his forgiveness, but why would he even deserve one? what did he even do to deserve one? what did he do? does his existence outweigh the heaviness of a single syllable the word carries? was he worthy of one? does he even have any worth?

he can only let their gaze taint his skin, rearrange the letters of the words they utter into the one he will never hear.

(he has never forgiven himself either.)

to finally let go

how bruised are his knees and how long will he repent for the sins he has never committed?

he holds on to his burden as if it was a part of him, as if he’ll be nothing but an empty vessel if he loses his hold on it. he knows it's holding him down, knows it's making his hands bleed but it’s everything and the only thing he has known for—the thorns has been engraved into his palm and became part of his skin. he’ll stuff his mouth full of rotten food and leave his stomach empty, and he’ll believe this is what he’s made for.

perhaps when he'll finally find a place to put everything down, he’ll learn how it feels to live for himself and not for the things he carries.

you say you know kakavasha, what is he choosing?

to never have to say goodbye

farewell is a form of poetry and he is a poem.

in most days, he’ll hear his sister’s voice in the empty corridors of his home, he’ll hear the echoes and follow him into places she could never reach (his wishes will never be enough to save her). he’s haunted by the unspoken farewells and the goodbyes he is forced to make, watching their backs as they leave or his own.

(he wishes he never knew the word.)

(his child self) having a conversation with future him

children are bound with endless dreams and light to see into the dark as they walk into their future—he was (once) one of them. he’ll stay up at night wondering what’s ahead of him, grasping on to what little left of his hope that things will become better, and when he sleeps, he’ll dream of talking to his future self.

“are you happy?”

if he’ll have a conversation with his future self, he’ll tell him everything and anything, make him recall the memories lost when growing up, trace the stars with him as he asks him the questions he’s curious to know the answer to (his future self will know him inside out but he, the child he once was, will never know him). and maybe he’ll put their palms together once he notices his agitation—and he’ll see the differences of their hands and notice the dying light in their eyes—as they ask for their god’s blessings.

he’ll tell him: everything will be okay, even when he’ll only be met with silence.

(get onstage

fear not

never look back.)

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imfinereallyy · 11 months

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celebrate softly

it my birthday today so here’s a lil gift from me to you (yes I know that’s not how this works haha) I made a bunch of little things is celebration, i probably won’t post these till later in the day so sorry if you get a bunch at once.

Steve wanted to like his birthday.

No, really, he truly did. He knew that birthdays were the one time of year you get to be a little selfish. The people you loved gathered around you to celebrate another year of you.

It was just that Steve was also used to disappointment.

Over the years, his birthday has consisted of either his parents parading him around at business dinners or the empty silence of a house that wasn’t ever a home.

His old friends were never around. It was a holiday weekend; he didn’t expect them to stick around. Even if they had, Steve was almost sure they would have made him throw a party, where they would have pressured him to get drunk and sleep with someone, and…

Yea, Steve wasn’t interested.

The one birthday he spent with Nancy had been okay. She had to go on a family trip, her parents attempt at getting their kids to cheer up over the loss of their friends, and she was going to leave the morning of his birthday. But at midnight of July 2nd, she had snuck into his window even though she could have walked through the front door. Nancy had brought him a cupcake, a small present, and a soft smile. Steve had wanted to kiss her, but he knew it wasn’t what she wanted then. He wanted to be respectful, so he held her hand instead.

Nancy hadn’t brought a candle, said she didn’t want to risk burning the Harrington Household down. Steve had laughed, saying that would be the best birthday present ever, but she hadn’t laughed back.

The present had been a book. Which wasn’t a terrible gift per se, Steve liked reading it was just he had difficulty doing it. He couldn’t focus long enough, or he would have to reread sentences over and over again.

It just didn’t feel worth the frustration.

But it was sweet of her to get him something, so he tried reading it. It took him months to finish it, even though it was small. It was boring, and Steve had found the main character whiny, and Steve had begun to wonder if Nancy was trying to tell him something.

Then the Upside Down round two had happened, Steve got his ass kicked again and learned that Catcher in the Rye was Jonathan’s favorite book.

Steve had thrown out the book amongst his bloody bandages.

Steve was only slightly hopeful to have a good birthday last year. He had good friends (sure, one was his ex, and the other were children, but he still counted them); Dustin would be home from camp, and even though he had work, he got to spend the whole day bothering Robin, which brought him a special kind of joy.

But then they were cracking Russian code, getting tortured, and watching Max’s Stepbrother die, all within the days of his birthday.

So Steve didn’t have high expectations this year. Sure, people knew it was his birthday, it was hard to hide when he was friends with the nosiest people, but most of them were spending the entire weekend staying with Max, and he would have been too if Max hadn’t thrown a remote at him when he suggested it.

So Steve had conceded to having a quiet but lonely July 2nd.

But then at 7 am there was a knock on his front door.

A knock was putting it lightly, there was pounding echoing in the Harrington Household.

When Steve walked up to the door, he was prepared to drive away some bigots who had been trying to “repent Hawkins.” They had been going around the richer neighborhoods recently, saying we needed to clean up the streets of the sinners and the queers.

Yea, they were knocking on the wrong door.

Steve hadn’t expect Eddie Munson, notorious night owl, to be crowding his doorway at 7 am.

“Harrington, have I ever told you how absolutely ugly your house is? Like for how wealthy your parents are, they chose an absolute nightmare of a layout! It makes no sense.” Eddie budged his way past Steve with his arms full of bags.

“I’ve been telling him that for a year, Eddie, and every time he just shrugs!” Steve turned to find Robin bullying her way through him as well. She had a handful of videos in her hands.

“Sure, come in, I guess,” Steve mumbled. He shut the door and turned toward his intruders. “Not that I don’t love a surprise appearance at—“ Steve checked his watch “—7:03 am, but is there a reason why you are awake before the birds are even chirping?”

Eddie snorted and just gave him a look instead of answering. Robin shook her head, “What doofus hear is trying to convey with a noise, Jesus Eds, I know you’re not a morning, but words please, is that we are obviously here for your birthday. You, Steven Alison Harrington—“

“Not my middle name.”

“—we’re born at exactly 7:07 am on July 2nd. So we had to be here to say happy birthday officially!”

“How do you even know the time? I don’t even know that.”

“She snuck a look at your file last time Owen’s was in town.” Eddie smirked.

Robin hit him upside the head, “Don’t tell him that asshole, he already thinks I’m crazy enough. And don’t act like this wasn’t your idea!”

Eddie rubbed the back his head in dramatic fashion then yelled, “Snitch!” through hissed teeth.

Steve felt himself unthaw at the idea that these two weirdos woke up this early for him. “Ah, well, thanks, guys.” A blush rose on his cheeks, “Well, thanks for stopping by; you guys can go home and sleep if you want.”

“Stevie, did you think we brought all this to just leave? On your birthday. Oh no, no, no. We are having a whole movie and snack day! I brought weed, and chips, and we can order a pizza later in the day. And just be lazy weirdos in your fancy living room.” Eddie hopped up on his coffee table, startling a laugh from Steve.

“That sounds like a typically Friday for us, what’s so special about it?” Steve teased.

“Well we brought all of your favorite movies! Grease, Top Gun, Karate Kid, Indiana Jones...wait I think I'm noticing a theme here—“

“Robin!” Steve screeched, his blush coming back with vengeance. He didn’t want her to reveal there very obvious, and embarrassing pattern to his favorite films.

“And!” Eddie said from atop his place on the coffee table, unfazed by the two of them, “We are paying for the pizza.” His voice oozed with pride at that. Steve was sure he had come up with the idea.

“Wow I’m a spoiled prince. Maybe ever think I wanted to stay in bed?” Steve raised a single eyebrow.

“Oh but my sweet prince, we know you rather spend this glorious day with us.” Eddie was confident, with confidence came the damn nicknames, and Jesus Christ—this blush of his was never going away. “Besides what else could you wish for!”

A kiss from you. Steve thought quickly.

Steve sighed deeply before saying, “Alright. Get down.”

Eddie seemed taken aback, like he hadn’t expected the rejection. “Oh yea man, of course. We will get out of your hair.” He scrambled off the table.

Steve giggled, “No Eds. I’m moving the coffee table. This couch is a pullout. We can all just lay on it while we watch movies.”

Eddie’s face lit up while Robin yelled, “Oh thank god, I’m exhausted.”

An hour later, when the sun was still barely risen and Grease blared in the background, Robin was bundled up in the blankets they dragged from his room, out like a light.

Eddie and Steve huddled close, but didn’t touch. The anticipation and want sat between them. “I actually have something for you.” Eddie whispered.

Robin snored beside them; Steve looked at her fondly. “You don’t have to whisper; she’s a heavy sleeper. Learned that the hard way.”

“Ah well, I have a present for you.”

Steve knows he should say that Eddie shouldn’t have, or insist he returns it. He knew it was the polite thing to do. He couldn’t find it in himself to do it, though. The idea that Eddie even thought to get him something beyond the amazing day they had planned (truly Steve couldn’t ask for a better day), but Eddie had spent his time to get something for Steve.

It was nice to have someone who would do something nice for you just because they can, not because they should. So, Steve waited patiently as Eddie reached into his bag beside the couch.

“Here.” Eddie spoke, placing the roughly wrapped package in his lap.

There was a tiny notecard with Eddie’s chicken scratch on it; Steve decided to read that first.

Stevie,

No adventure is the same without you, and this is the only one I have taken without you by my side. Thought it was about time we changed that. Hopefully we are not forever partners in crime (we’ve had enough of that) but instead, adventurers taking on then great unknown.

Together.

Yours,

Eddie Munson ッ

Steve smoothed over the card and tried not to cry. The poorly drawn smiley face stared up at him from the piece of parchment. Steve tucked it into his pocket for safe keeping; he might even frame it.

Eddie looked at Steve eagerly as he tried to open the package. He does it slowly to tease Eddie; his frustrated little growl made butterflies in Steve’s stomach.

Inside the package is a worn-out book, one he would recognize anywhere, considering he saw it every day on Eddie’s bookshelf. “Eds, this is your copy of Lord of the Rings. I can’t take this.”

Eddie put his hair in front of his mouth, suddenly shy, “Well, it wouldn’t be exactly yours. It’s just I thought it would be fun to, ya know, read it together? Like we take turns reading to each other. I know the kids always bug you to read it, and I noticed that it’s hard for you to focus sometimes, and I get that, so it might be easier if we like make it a thing? I know it’s probably not your interest; it’s my favorite book, not yours, so you know what? This is stupid—“

Steve cut him off by pulling him into a hug. Steve buried himself into Eddie’s neck before saying, “Thank you. It’s the best birthday present.”

“Really?” Eddie pulled back to look at Steve’s face. Whatever he found there must settle him, because he relaxed his shoulders. “I know it’s silly, but I guess I wanted to share this piece of myself with you…and maybe spend some more time together.”

Steve didn’t mention how they spent almost every day together, didn’t think he had to either. They both knew.

Steve decided to be bold instead. He pushed Eddie back into the couch and settled his back into Eddie’s chest. He snuggled into the warmth of his arms.

Steve put the book in Eddie’s hand. “Okay, you read first.”

Eddie laughed; Steve could feel the vibrations from under his skin. It was delightful; it was delicious. “Oh, you want to start now?”

Steve made an indignant noise while Eddie laughed again at him. His hands settled at the back of Steve’s neck as he played with hair that brushed it.

“When Mr Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventyifirst birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was …”

And once again, hours later, when Steve woke up, after drifting to Eddie’s soft, deep voice, Steve felt something settle in him. He felt Eddie lightly snoring beneath him, one hand still tangled in his hair. He felt Robin’s hand wrapped around his ankle, grounding the both of them. And there, between all of them, was the fallen book with no bookmark, signaling they would have to start again.

Maybe, sometimes. Steve thinks, birthdays could be good.

***

projecting. projecting. projecting. that’s me.

I hope you guys liked this one :) I did use my own bday for him, but the time he was born at is different than mine lol. I had a lot of fun writing it, it was just the softness I needed.

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leclerc-s · 1 month

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just you, me, and your friend steve - the 1k special

alternatively: the paddock family couples and their third wheels as seen through the fans and themselves

series masterlist

track 001. two disney kids and a disney nightmare

track 002. a mutual pain in the ass

track 003. suffering since forever

track 004. reluctant parents

track 005. there's no separating work husbands

track 006. you're honor, i am innocent. HE is the guilty one!

track 007. the blonde bitch always with them

track 008. the canadian, our biggest enemy

track 009. i'm repenting for my past sins

track 010. a pisces, a sagittarius, and a capricorn = chaos

track 011. sometimes third wheels are your own sisters

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junipers-insects · 2 months

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I had to repent for my previous drawing of Human!Nightmare so... Here

Also I like how the necklace turned out

#junipers human sanses ✨#utmv #undertale #sans #undertale au #sans au #human!nightmare #human nightmare sans #human!sans #human sans #nightmare sans #nightmare!sans #Dreamtale sans #Dreamtale nightmare #Dreamtale #my art #art #wife <3

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thestaroffeanor · 5 months

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Some things gained back n̷̹͒e̷͍͛͝v̵̠̬͎̉ẽ̵̖̣̮͂͂r̴̪͒̐̈́ ̵̮̬̅͌ģ̶̰̑e̴̤̥̗͊̓̀t̵͚͚͝ ̴̨̆̓t̴̩̼̐o̴̟̰͗̏͠ ̴̟̦͂̍b̴̗̟̊ͅè̸͂ͅ ̵̺̺̎̋̐ẘ̵͇͉ȟ̵̝̺̫̆ö̸̺̬̮l̷̹̜̽̓̋e̴̼͉͖̊̎̄ ̷͙͍̪̕a̸̛̺͈̽̑g̶̩̝̅̋͆a̴̞͎͗̓̈i̴̙͎̥͝ǹ̸̺̌̚ Maglor and Maedhros in Himring, short fic under the cut

It was in the dead of the night, usually. When Maedhros had cried himself back into sleep by sheer exhaustion, Maglor held his eldest brother, to which he still looked up so much and loved so much it hurt. Patiently, he had soothed Maedhros since his nightmares had woken him an hour into the night, had provided him with warm milk laced with honey, bandages for the "accident" on his arm that Maedhros did not want to talk about, thick blankets and his own embrace, soft words of encouragement, endearments Maglor was not sure even managed to get through to Maedhros. They had come a long way since their cousin had brought him back from Thangorodrim, and it was a task Maglor had not exactly volunteered for, but knew he was suited, needed for, even. None of his brothers had the patience needed for Maedhros to so slowly open up and allow for care, though they all tried. Care the redhead still thought himself undeserving of. It made Maglor sick. As he collected his brother closer to himself so he could feel their combined heartbeats, tears stung in his eyes. He was so glad to have him back and for the most part he liked to be his caretaker during the dark nights, yet there was never any forgetting about what had been done to their Nelyo and he, of all, saw it so closely he was surprised his brother had not broken completely. As Maedhros' body mended, so did a part of his mind, torturously slow. For this last part that remained untainted and wanting to live, that grew a little more each month, shifting and realigning pieces of him that it came across along its way, Maglor vowed to always stay by his side. It did not stop the bitter tears at the utter atrocity of it all, of knowing that he himself had been the one to refuse to bargain with Morgoth to get him back before all of this had happened. He had condemned him to this.

A shaky inhale signaled something more to come and the minstrel quickly lifted a hand to his lips to muffle the anguished cry that would have woken Maedhros. He ought not. Maedhros had been so strong for so long, Maglor should not turn to him for comfort and yet, he would always be the little brother that wanted and needed that. How pathetic. He had no time to feel sorry for himself, it was a blessing that they had gotten back one they had thought lost, an honor to be allowed to work on getting him better. A chance for repentance.

Still, his tears continued to fall, hiccups stifled by his hand, comforted by the way Maedhros unconsciously curled into him.

#my art #maedhros #maglor #sons of feanor #silmarillion #tolkien #wanting to draw maglor as part of the portraits #got angsty instead :(#also new signature I might actually keep #hurt/comfort #one's hurt #the other comforted #also one day i'll have a concept for maedhros' scars #this is not that day #silm art

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