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3pirouette · 2 years

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Fic: I Knew You'd Haunt All of My What-Ifs (1/1)

Title: I Knew You’d Haunt All of My What-if’s By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette Disclaimer: They're not mine. Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: Peggy uses the resources of the Illuminati to break her heart just a little more each day. 1st person Captain Peggy Carter from MoM, no actual spoilers.

A/N: Set in the Illuminati Universe, just prior to the events of Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. I started writing this the night I saw that for the first time.

Title from “cardigan” by Taylor Swift. Very much gives these vibes.

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There is a universal truth in the multiverse: should Steve Rogers fail to get Erskine’s serum, he will not live past the age of 35.

It is a heartbreaking truth that I live with, that in some moments makes me feel all the better for my own loss, and in some moments breaks my heart into a million pieces.

Though I try, I’m no more immune to the need to know than any other human, and with the resources of the Illuminati, I have the ability to know far more than I should. Doctor Palmer has kept my secret, be it for the ache of her own loss or some other reason, I’ll never inquire. She simply nods at me when she sees me in the laboratory, eyes dark with loss.

Perhaps…

Perhaps she pities me.

Perhaps she understands the need to peer into the little we know of the other universes, to know what could have been or still might be.

Perhaps she understands the late-night fantasies about a doorway opening and the man she’d lost landing on her doorstep, ready and willing to start over together.

Perhaps she’d rather leave me be than hear another clipped reply about minding her own business.

No, Doctor Palmer leaves me alone when I delve into the other universes, when I try to learn the little I can about them from the scant information we have.

In many universes, Steve received the serum. I haven’t found one yet where he didn’t turn out to be as good or better than Erskine expected when this is the case, though he didn’t manage to win the war in all of them. In some he was relegated to a showman, in others he wallowed in a lab of the government’s design. Many of these Steves are alone. He never met me, or I died trying to stop the bullet from piercing Erskine, or I fell to the hands of the Nazis. Some of these Steve’s have found other loves who see him for who he is and care for him.

Some of these Steves have lost me. They live on, carrying my memory in their compass no matter if they seek new love or not.

And some…

Some Steves and Peggys live happily for many, many years together. In the past, in the future, through so many permutations of possibilities, we… they… find each other.

It’s frightening to truly see the possibilities… to see what could have been for me instead of what is…

But for every world where he does get the serum, there’s a world where he doesn’t. Sometimes he’s killed by a stray bullet, or a malfunction in the Hydra Stomper. Sometimes he never even makes it into the Army and he’s felled by disease. A weak heart. Anaphylaxis. Tuberculosis.

In some worlds he dies at my feet as I emerge from Stark’s contraption, inches taller than I was before. In some he dies days later of sepsis. On the occasion that he’s made it through the war he has only a few short years to enjoy peacetime before his laundry list of ailments get the better of him.

Every time I learn about a new Steve I feel the ache for him, the loss of my own Steve, and my heart cinches just a little tighter in my chest before I leave to sit alone in my room and think about all the possibilities that potentially, maybe, possibly could still happen in our own timeline.

The fantasy is simple: he comes, he stays. I play to variations, depending on how I’m feeling and what I’ve learned that day. Sometimes he’s the frail man I left who has sought me out. Sometimes he one of the ones who got the serum and lost his own version of me. Sometimes he can’t go back, but most times he decides he doesn’t want to. I’ve seen dozens of permutations of us, and it’s fueled thousands of dreams and fantasies.

Except…

Except there’s another thing I’ve found.

There is another universal truth in the multiverse: should Steve Rogers fail to get Erskine’s serum, and Peggy Carter receives it instead, she will not only lose Steve if she ever had him at all, she will live out her long life in a lonely existence.

In the past, in the future… it doesn’t matter what time she’s in or how she got there. Without Steve, or with Steve gone from any one of a thousand things, the woman who is me in her universe, by choice or by circumstance, is alone.

Just like me.

Except those versions of me don’t know what I know. They don’t know there might be hope, or a future where he will come back to them as he has in some.

No, many, many Peggy Carters live alone, fighting on their own or with a team, some hiding their powers and their hearts, until time or fate take their course.

Every time I learn of another fate like that, I’m lost. My will to fight dwindles just a little more, the losses pile up just a little higher, and the way forward gets a little less clear.

I’ve lost my childhood faith in the face of all I’ve seen, lost the ability to believe in a higher power now that I know all of these words exist where it is our choices, and the choices of others, that branch us and split us off to mirror one another.

Now, I don’t know what to believe. I don’t know who to look to when I’m feeling lost. I don’t know where to turn when the enormity of the universe sits on my chest, reminding me that I am small and little more than a mathematical variation.

Once, I’d believed in little more than us, in Steve and I, in our ability to fight and win no matter what life had in store.

I so desperately want to believe there is still hope for me, for my future, for my Steve to come back to me, but now I’d settle for any Steve with the clear blue eyes and slightly off-center smile, stammering his way through a compliment and puffing his chest out against the enemy, to come into my reality.

There is yet another universal truth in the multiverse: Steves that have a Peggy always have a compass. He spends his life, with or without her, with that compass in his pocket, a memory of what was or what could have been. But Peggys… We don’t have a compass. Some have a folded flag, and some have closets of various bits and bobs, but most, like me, have nothing but the memory of his kiss and the ache of his absence.

With every universe I peek into, the ache gets a little heavier, a little harder to bear. Xavier has seen it in me, and I can see the pity in his eyes. Palmer reflects my sadness and leaves me to my wallowing. The rest are too obtuse to know or at the least smart enough to keep their thoughts to themselves.

I ask myself often why I stay, why I allow myself to justify this pain, and I hear his voice in my head, or what I hope I remember his voice sounding like, reminding me to push on, to fight, to do everything I can to save those that can’t save themselves.

For now, that is enough to go on.

I’m haunted by his absence, and tortured by the knowledge that for a few very, very lucky versions of me, he’s come back to them. I’m cursed with knowledge no other Peggy in the multiverse knows, and alternately bolstered and broken by the fact that I will never know which Peggy I will be, a lucky one or a lonely one, until I take my last breath in this universe, for there is one, very simple, very important universal truth I know.

Steve Rogers was the love of my life, and because I have known him, I will stop at nothing to be the person he thought I was, even when I want nothing more than to give up.

#Steggy fic #steggy #3P's fic #I'm sorry #this is so sad and angsty

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bioethicists · 1 year

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'recovering' or 'healing' by starting to hate your former self + shame or mock others for being the way you used to be isn't actually very healing. you can acknowledge + be grateful that you have changed without transferring all your self hatred/shame onto others.

#i see so many ppl like omg i was so cringe with my b/w depression blog + my angsty posts + attention seeking #like no you were just. sad. that's how you were sad then. it's not how you are sad now.#you should have empathy for ppl like that but you don't because you still hate yourself #and you can't stand to see yourself in others because you haven't. actually done much healing lol

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octaviasdread · 15 days

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Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.

Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.

There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?

They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.

The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.

It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.

The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.

But the snow never stops.

Spring is up to us.

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sad-leon · 11 months

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i like to think that they can change their size in the mindscape/ninpo space, so sometimes when Leo's having a hard time he's smol and holdable, or peepaw will make himself bigger if he notices little leo needs a hug so he can hold his little self with all the safety and security in the world

:D

@intotheelliwoods little leo may be therapy in the peepaw multiverse, but he is my sad little guy and i will make him cry :)

#sad•leonart #2 arms left #2al #2 arms left fanart #i have so many feelings about them #they're free therapy #i wanna do so much with this size changing concept but i dont have the time or energy ;-;#anyways #ell have fun with this concept :)#the consequences of my actions are already on their way so i might as well give you more angsty ideas

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mmmairon · 5 months

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Please. I don’t want to hurt you.

Inspired by @wyvernne ’s vampluc

#sad and angsty vampire turned against his will and only drinks from animals because he sees himself as a monster #which leaves him incredibly weak and thirsty for real sustenance but he would rather drink his own blood than hurt you #his control will only last for so long!#sorry for being incredibly inactive and unresponsive with asks #lots of change in my life right now that’s leaving me incredibly anxious #can’t focus well so I just avoid things constantly. im sure someone can understand what I mean #oh well #diluc #my art #genshin impact #vampluc

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10underoot2 · 1 month

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I thought I would have so much to say about the car accident scene. And while I could go on for a while on why it's everything I've ever wanted from a scene of this nature and why it's a beautifully acted cinematic piece, I do think the beauty of the scene lies so much in silence. Their expressions are do a fantastic job to express their emotional state so I'm just gonna call attention to a few things I won't get over anytime soon.

Imagine being Haein and seeing your husband wrecking a car window in hysteria. Imagine seeing disbelief on his face when he sees you and walks towards you. Imagine watching him unable to breathe properly (sound on and high for this scene). Imagine seeing life flood into him as soon as you touch him.

Jiwon plays such an important part here. Because Haein has NEVER seen Hyunwoo like this. He's a pretty calm nice, non-violent guy. She knows him to like mostly everyone and he rarely gets angry - he's pretty composed. But then what is this look of complete shattered pain on his face? With a mix of disbelief, bearing the heaviest heart on the planet? He's unrecognisable to her. She can't make sense of any of his actions. She's in utter shock hearing how hardly any air is making it's way into his lungs.

In his eyes is a look of crazed wilderness just tamed. He's out of his sense. Completely lost in the events that have just passed. Not believing that he can breathe. That it's okay. All is well in the world for now. She's unscathed.

'What's going on? Calm down.'

The way she asks him to calm down - touching his face - cause she just doesn't know what in the world could send him in such a frenzy to forget himself. Her asking him to calm down here is everything to me. She's really just saying I'm here okay. Calm down. Calm down, you can breathe. Tell me what happened and I can fix it.

'Even still, Are you crazy? How could you break the window with your bare hands? Look at this!'

I know it probably didn't register to him at that point. But he's hearing her being worried for him again when he thought her lost forever. Wouldn't that sound like music to his ears.

And her...god she's so worried for him. She's never seen him like this. She doesn't know what happened to make him like this. One she sees his absolutely broken bloody hand. Two she's seeing her husband absolutely crushed. She's so confused.

That is until his words hit her like a truck. I think she had an idea that he did it to save her but she didn't know he did it because he thought her dead. And that makes all the difference for her.

Also I thought it was very interesting to keep showing his injured hand clenching. I think it was a way to show how the physical pain still didn't hold a candle to his emotional turmoil. He CLENCHES that broken hand multiple times. I can't even begin to think when he actively registered the pain.

The need for constant touch to reaffirm that she indeed is there. The sitting down. The head on her hand. The heavy breathing. *Chef's kiss*

I love women comforting the man they love when he's broken. Gah! That hand on his face and hug. Her embracing him. Letting him cry all he wants. Giving him the reaffirmation he needs by placing her self as close to him as possible. Trying to tame and override his sense. The hand on the nape of his neck. The hand caressing his hair lovingly. And good god, the RINGS.

Also notice his breathing on her shoulder. He's trying to calm himself. Telling himself she's here. Hearing her say it's alright. Everything will be alright.

I'm sure they stay like this until the ambulance comes and asks them if they're hurt. Only then Haein must've gently tore him apart from her (hand on his face again ofcourse) and convinced/guided him to finally get treatment. I can just Imagine Hyunwoo completely dishevelled going, 'Huh *sniffs*......oh.......Right, my hand' and that's when the pain hits him.

Special mention to the hospital conversation when Haein asks him 'Will you sob like this if I die?' and he says truthfully, bashfully, embarrassed but without missing a beat 'Ofcourse.' He's hiding behind nothing. He truly meant to give up on himself after her.

For me this is also the night Haein starts to write her diary. Hyunwoo must've been sound asleep, amped up on painkillers and she must've had so much time to sit and admire him and write.

Gif credits: @wolha and @seawherethesunsets

#he cries like such a child and its heart aching #I love/hate how I didn't think I'd write much but thsi post is still so long #this scene satisfies the angsty writer in me #it's beautifully done #such gems acting!#there are no gifs of Haein fussing over him #which is sad #queen of tears #baek hyun woo #hong hae in #kim soo hyun #kim ji won #baekhong

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stiffyck · 4 months

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I'll probably lose followers over this but can scar exist on his own without being something grian can constantly angst over.... can scar be an actual person instead of just someone who provides grian comfort and nothing else.....

Sorry but most of the time desert duo fans will make Scars whole character just about Grian and it's. So weird. Give Scar his own personality and his own issues and make him feel like an actual person im begging. You can give scar some angst even if you're focusing on grian.

Can we like make Scar an actual character and not just a guy who's there because Grian grian grian

#sorry but most dsrt duo fans just see scar as an accesory to grian and it shows #the amount of times ive seen where scar is just there so grian can be all angsty and borderline abusive and sad is kinda scary ngl #stiff talk #also. im a dsrt duo fan. i love them i think theyre silly #its just weird to me how most dsrt duo stuff is about grian and scar is just. a supporting character for him #i might delete this later djvkrkgke #delete later

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2aceofspades · 1 month

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TW: Blood/Injury, Implied Death

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With you

Lil one-shot I guess...??

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After the dust cleared, it was dead silent. The air was thick with moisture from the dark clouds looming above them all. Someone, probably Raphael, yelled out something Two didn't quite process, his ears still ringing as his vision slowly cleared.

A faint blue glow flickered in the near distance, not too far from where Two was slumped on the ground. More muffled shouts rang out as Two attempted to collect himself, staggering to his feet and trudging over to the source of-

No.

Just the image alone was enough to bring Two collapsing back to his knees. Stupid, he thought.

"H-hey..." One's weak voice just barely got through to Two, snapping him right out of his thoughts.

He stared down at the dimming blue glow, watching it flicker and fade in and out. How the hell are you still here, breathing?

His thoughts became flooded in his head, even more so as he felt his arms cradle his brother's near-lifeless body.

"Did we win?"

Two felt his jaw clench at One's question, feeling frighteningly close to grinding his teeth until they were flat.

Did we win?

The question echoed in Two’s head, as if that would better help him process this moment. In any other instance, he would have deflected and scoffed at such an empty, meaningless question. Did it matter? he thought as he titled his head up, looking around briefly at the wasteland that surrounded them. It was over, that much was apparent.

"Yes,” he huffed, looking down at his brother in his arms as he continued, “Now, shut it and save your strength. Your heart-"

"I know," One croaked out in between a few sputtering breaths, interrupting Two in more ways than one. Two tried to ignore the cast-off of blood coming from his brother's mouth, despising the sickening feeling settling in his stomach as it hit his chin. One smiled weakly up at his brother, his eyes dull and unfocused.

How dare you, Two thought to himself.

His eyes flickered from One's exposed heart, bleeding out and hardly beating, and back to his brother’s face. His brother looked beaten, bloody...broken. It wasn't a look he saw from him often, if at all. It was that damn smile that he watched waver as One's heart beat softer and softer. What cruel irony, Two couldn't help but think, a metaphorical expression brought to life by his stupid, thoughtless, idiotic brother.

Two could still fix this. Even as he held his brother tighter against his own plastron and felt his shirt get soaked by the horrid mix of blood and empyrean; he thought to himself how he'd be the one to fix this.

There was no other choice left.

“Good…” One let out the softest of chuckles, “…we…we can s-start over.”

Something in Two’s own chest faltered, even just briefly. It was enough to shut out the feeling of One’s pathetic coughs and wheezes against him. He watched how One's eyes dulled further, his gaze wandering away from Two's face.

Starting over? That wasn’t ever an option, not one that Two had ever weighed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if that was even an option now. After everything he had done, everything he sacrificed, worked for…his brother still wanted to burn it, bury everything down and out of Two’s reach. One wanted this win, he wanted the impossible.

“Impossible…” Two muttered under his breath.

He heard yet another faint chuckle. And then the dense silence that followed.

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~bonus doodles~

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#emd fanart #acey doodles #i was in a mood #still in that mood #i'm just a goon with my angsty ideas..#letting that angst just simmer for now #oof #also i am not a writer so i'm cringing right along with y'all 🫣#i just wanted to draw and write something for this amazing au that inspires me endlessly ♥️#i'm at a loss for words at just how greatly this au inspires me seriously the story and the lore and the art just move me so much #i am a sad sap but i am free 🥲#also #i'm sorry for hurting your boy somni 😳 even if it's just a one-shot *bu-dum tsk*#*skitters away*#Spotify #:)

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2hoothoots · 4 months

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(photographer voice) "okay, now let's do one where canon events play out slightly differently and everyone ends up in a significantly worse place because of it"

here's an au of an au because i have issues watched the genghis khan music video one too many times. lore dump + crops/bonus art below

Due to an unfortunate combination of chance factors, Razputin Aquato arrives at Whispering Rock one day late.

He finds the camp a ghost town. The campers are stumbling around, brainless; the counsellors, nowhere to be found. Ford doesn’t know what to make of this kid showing up out of nowhere – but he’s got promise, and with Sasha and Milla out of action, he’s their best hope. He gives Raz a crash course in what he needs to know, and sends him out across the lake.

Raz pulls through, against all odds. But he never gets the starstruck meeting with his heroes Sasha and Milla that he’d been hoping for; never gets to bond with Lili, or any of the other campers. It’s a harrowing and lonely experience for him, but one that ties a burning knot of resolve in his chest. If he works hard, he can be a Psychonaut just like he dreamed. He can save people.

When the alert comes through from Headquarters that Grand Head Zanotto has been captured, Sasha and Milla scramble the jet with Lili on board. They don’t bring Raz along – Ford’s account of his accomplishments is impressive, but without seeing him in action themselves, neither agent is convinced to bring him along on the mission. Sasha invites him to next year’s session of the camp – after all, he clearly has promise, and the Psychonauts are always interested in nurturing young minds.

Raz returns to camp next year with something to prove. He throws himself into his studies with a single-minded dedication, sparing little time to interact with any of the other campers. This time, he’ll show them. He’ll show them all.

Sasha, Milla and Lili are unable to locate Truman in the Rhombus of Ruin. It ultimately takes a week to locate the Grand Head, following an anonymous tip-off (later found to have been planted by Nick). It takes six months for the ruse to be uncovered. Ultimately, Nick is unsuccessful in finding any clues to Maligula’s whereabouts. Lucrecia will pass a few years later, surrounded by a family that has no idea who she really is. Ford never remembers the truth, and when Razputin is fourteen, he takes the secret to his grave.

Truman’s brain spends almost seven months in a box, under poor conditions with insufficient oxygen. When it’s finally returned to his body, he’s not the same man he used to be. He quietly steps down as Grand Head of the organisation, and spends years of his retirement in intensive therapy.

Lili is heartbroken. Her faith in the Psychonauts is shattered. She never returns to Whispering Rock again. Over the years, she becomes more and more withdrawn; isolated from her peers, estranged from her mother, and struggling with her relationship with a father who on bad days can’t even remember her name. The bitterness grows day by day, blooming within her chest.

She’s sixteen the first time she's forced to turn her powers against another person. Even in his current state, her father has enemies – old foes the Psychonauts can’t (or won’t) protect him from. There’s a raid on her house, late at night. It’s only by chance that she’s still awake. She breaks two of the assailants’ bodies, and when she twists her hand, the plants in her father's greenhouse writhe under her command and rip the third one to pieces. It’s the last time that house ever feels like a home to her. She cuts ties with the Psychonauts entirely, and never looks back; the next time they hear of her, it's under a completely different name.

Dogen Boole never returns to Whispering Rock either. He’s thoroughly traumatized by the events at camp, and his parents refuse to send him back the following year. With nobody to help him learn to control or harness his powers, his episodes steadily become worse as he gets older. Although reluctant, his family is eventually forced to reach out to the Psychonauts to help. Compton is still a nervous recluse, and nobody else in the organisation is quite sure how to handle Dogen’s powers. He spends his teenage years in and out of psychoisolation, and is subjected to more and more intense experimentation in the name of “treatment”. Nothing works. In the end, all he has to show for it are the scars.

His helmet is the only thing he can rely on to stop him mulching the cranium of anyone in a fifty-foot radius. There’s no place for him in “normal” society. Just like Lili, he’s driven to become a villain by a combination of circumstances, trauma, and a bitter feeling of hurt and betrayal towards the Psychonauts.

Raz enters the intern program at thirteen, and quickly graduates to the rank of Junior Agent. The Psychonauts he finds waiting for him is undergoing a marked transition from the organization it used to be. Upon Ford’s passing, the only member of the old guard still around is Otto. Hollis is a Grand Head forced to prioritize efficiency in order to keep the Psychonauts afloat after numerous losses and funding cuts.

Raz enters a passionate, determined boy, remarkably talented but who struggles to connect with his peers. When he gets his promotion at eighteen, he’s the most decorated junior agent the organization has ever seen. At twenty-six, he’s in the prime of his career, honed by years of training into an efficient, meticulous, ruthless Psychonaut.

He’s the perfect agent. As far as he’s concerned, that’s all he needs to be.

under-the-cut bonus, here's some tighter crops on the art, and also a couple extra bits and pieces:

dogen's helmet seals up like a pillbug most of the time, to stop his powers from leaking out when he gets stressed. i couldn't find a way to work it into the art while still making clear that Hey It's Ya Boy, but i think it's a neat visual. the extra pic of lili was gonna be a mugshot - at first i was planning to composit her art into, like, a dossier/file, but i couldn't make it work in the end

#in this one everyone is sad and angsty. please clap #psychonauts #we're maintagging this one because i want everyone to see my edgy takes on these guys #future superstar agents au #BUT ALSO NOT #in my head i've been calling this one #villains au #which isn't very catchy but it works #i don't know if i'll ever actually do much with this one but i've been kicking ideas in my head about for ages #so i thought i should make a proper post about it #smoking /

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tending-the-hearth · 2 months

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thinking about how canonically the pevensie siblings are 13, 12, 10, and 8 in "the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe"

thinking about how lucy needed a stool to be able to get up onto her throne, how peter's sword is a little too large for him, how susan's bow is a little too difficult for her to pull back, how edmund's shield nearly covers his entire body.

thinking about the pevensie siblings and their first few months in narnia, getting to know their new people, and half the narnians sitting there horrified because WHAT have these literal babies been through to give them such traumatized, old eyes, and the other half of the narnians are preparing to adopt them, no it doesn't matter that they're the rules, they're children who are being put in charge of too many things, and if peter looks at the old man council long enough he's going to cry, so someone needs to give him paternal support while aslan is off doing Lion Jesus Stuff™️ and whoops oreius is being nice and encouraging and now he's adopted his kings and queens they're his kids now he doesn't make the rules.

just the narnians and the pevensies being thrown into it together, and just as the pevensies will do anything to protect their new kingdom, the narnians will do anything to protect their rules, because let's be honest, these children have no sense of self-preservation, and are far too overprotective of each other and their people to take into account their own safety, so a lot of battles it's just one of the pevensie siblings running headfirst into danger with oreius running after them because his kids are feral and don't know proper royalty manners and won't threatening old kings from different countries because they're being assholes and the last time one of them tried undermining the queens susan called him a self-righteous asshole and lucy tried to stab him SOMEONE help him corral his children please

#this started off angsty but now i'm giggling #oreius didn't want to adopt the rulers they kind of just... attached to him #and who is he to oppose his kings and queens when lucy gives him her puppy eyes and edmund looks so sad #and peter just needs fatherly advice and susan looks like she could use a good dad hug #he's their adoptive father they make the rules #oreius is trying his best but his four kids are going through puberty and have bonded with every narnian #and it's not like he's opposing lucy's desire to stab rulers who act like they're better than them #but he can't legally encourage regicide #oreius and tumnus trying to corral the pevensies #meanwhile peter's challenging every ruler who tries to make comments about his sisters to a fistfight #edmund's conning the rulers who peter isn't fighting into handing over their kingdom's #susan's verbally destroying half their enemies #and lucy's running around making pacts with nature spirits to haunt the other half of their enemies #i love that canonically lucy is the most feral of the pevensie kids #chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #oreius

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 4 months

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;3

#ninja showdown #my immortal soul #first ninja x chase young #rc9gn first ninja #first ninja #chase young #rc9gn #xiaolin showdown #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #me @ me; how many art tropes we gotta draw for those two? also me: yes ;)#listen. LISTEN. the world is kinda shit right now and im sad and so im drawing a lot of these two rn to comfort me #but instead of drawing all those great angsty soul-tearing ideas i had. do you know what my brain decided?? DO YOU???#it saw a picture of Chase with wet hair and went: you know what would be very cool idea??? ;))) and i promptly sketched almost 20 pgs #comic where absolutely nothing actually happens but 14 of the pages contain half-naked wet men!!!!!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT #somehow its not even the worst thing i drew because right after that???#my brain was like heehoo what about some love spell/pollen trope?? ;3 & i kid you not i doodled some of it and now im just sitting here #with my head in my hands wondering wtf am i doing as i stare at a doodle of love spelled first #so ye guess what im gonna be working on this month lol

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nibbelraz · 11 months

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Do you think he'll ever know he's gone

#svsss #yue qingyuan #implied qijiu #scum villains self saving system #scum villain self saving system #the scum villain's self saving system #scum villian self saving system #feeling so angsty and sad about him like #will he ever find out #is it better if he never knew #is it better if he knew the truth #no matter what the outcome is always grief #no matter what theres always loss #nibbelraz #my art

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pogostikk · 10 days

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Silly doodles

#steven universe #su au #human steven #pink steven #connverse #connie maheswaran #I’m not ok with the lack of Connie guys I’m so sorry #ignore the angsty text I was listening to sad music

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resurrectedcrowgod · 4 months

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The severe lack of toa apollo angst fics is criminal

#Please I am starved #I crave apollo angst #His regret for his actions in godhood #And when he becomes a god again the wish to be human #With the people he loves #The man is so angsty come on #Genuinely like half of the fics with the tags I'm looking through are percy/artemis or some shit #No love for the sad little angsty man #lester papadopoulos #the trials of apollo #toa #toa apollo

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hayaku14 · 5 months

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WAKE UP KAITOU KID NATION WE'RE GETTING ANGST ‼️‼️‼️

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#kaitou kid #kuroba kaito #dcmk #detective conan #WE'RE GETTING SOME TOICHI RELATED ANGST LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO #SAD BOI KAITO HOURS ARE OPEN YALL #get yall angsty amvs ready a new sad kaitou kid just dropped 😌#(but also my brain is rotten so all im thinking of is kaishin LOL or kidco in this case ig)#also conan yelling “why are you doing this?” to kid & kid softly saying “i want to know...exactly what was the treasure he was aiming for..”#OHHH THIA NEW TRAILER GOT ME HYPEEEEEE #ALSO FUELING MY BRAINROT AAAHHH #i simply cannot wait #dc prattles

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dead-girl-tells-stories · 4 months

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I have another idea for a story, but I once again don't know what to write, so I'm building a skeleton.

It's a DC x DP x ML crossover. Damien, Marinette, and Danny are triplets born into the LoA. From birth, they were taught to not see each other as siblings but as rivals for Ra's attention. When they were five, they were dipped (more like dropped) into the pits for the first time. Danny never comes back out. The second time was when they were six. Damien and Marinette came back from a mission gravely injured. Marinette doesn't come back out. Damien becomes the sole heir.

As one can imagine, Danny and Marinette aren't dead but simply taken to where they were needed at the time. That being said, things for these two characters go mostly according to their respective shows after they integrate into society. With the exception that the two of them are more competent and don't fight like rabid raccoons. But things take a dark turn when they turn sixteen.

Marinette

. After finding out that his father is Hawkmoth, Adrien is unable to carry the weight of being the holder of the cat Miraculous, as he doesn't want to fight his father and gives it to Ladybug. He promptly moves to the States to further his modeling career. Marinette, unable to find someone else worthy to be the holder of the cat Miraculous, stores it away and becomes the sole hero of Paris (with occasional helpers). But because of this, her two lives get more intertwined, and she is forced into a corner where she has to choose between being Ladybuy or Marinette.

. But she doesn't get a chance as Hawkmoth is dethroned and replaced by an even greater threat. She is forced to take on the persona of LadyNoir. Her life crumbles as she tries her hardest to balance her life as a hero and a person. She tries to save everyone but someone always ends up getting hurt. Whether it be her as Marinette, clinging to what little of her life is left. Or her as LadyNoir, with no choice but to watch innocent civilians die because she couldn't think of a better plan that could've saved everyone.

. It gets to the point where she makes an unforgivable wish. But every wish has a cost. She only finds out the price when she is forced to stand behind an invisible wall and watch as her life replays before her eyes, the film slowly burning away till there's nothing left. She cries as she falls into an ocean of familiar Lazarus green.

Danny

. Danny's life is also crumbling around him as he struggles to separate his human life from his ghost half. But after becoming the Ghost King, things only became more complicated and even more dangerous as more ghosts started coming through the portal to challenge him for the crown. And while he would really love to give it away, the guys that kept fighting him for it are very clearly evil. So he has to keep fighting, winning, and solidifying his position as the King of the Infinite Realms. But with every win comes a newfound power. Power he doesn't want. Power that scares him.

. It gets to the point when Danny has to drop out of school. He wasn't even scoring double digits anymore so what was the sense of keeping him? But Danny couldn't stay home either, it was too dangerous as his ghost and human halves were slowly becoming one. And his parents' obsession was slowly becoming a threat to him. He thought he had the solution. He was going to shut down the portal and leave Amity Park.

. It was perfect really, as no ghost portal meant no ghost. And he couldn't be vivisected if neither the GIW nor his parents could catch him. He talked the plan over with team phantom and they reluctantly agreed. The ghost portal is destroyed, and Danny leaves Amity and files over Elmerton and a few other towns. But after flying for a while, Danny gets to a sort of border where nothing meets... NOTHING. On the other side was just an infinite void. Nothing.

. Danny slowly realizes that in this world, all he knew was Amity Park. He never actually traveled or went on field trips. Never went to visit extended family nor did any visit. No one 'new' ever came to Amity Park because they were all just nearby. He learned no relevant history besides Amity Park because there was nothing outside of Amity Park. When the realization had finally set in the world began to crumble into the void and it became a race against him and the void.

. Danny knew that he was fast but the void was faster, and before he knew it he was back in Amity. He was going to warn them and try to save as many people as he could. But saw something in their eyes. They already knew. Danny watched how teary eyes and big smiles, everyone and everything he loved crumbled into the void, fading into nothingness.

Scientists across the galaxy, the universe even, often theorize about how everything came to be. Well, it didn't start with a bang, that's for sure. 'Well then how did it start?' you might ask.

Well..., it started with some tears and a scream.

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