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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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Death At The Hands Of A God

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you die/are killed (by Venti), angst

It seemed as if the rain was particularly heavy, almost unusually so as it fell in sheets, occasionally catching the light of the moon, making it look no different than strands of silver.

That should have been a sign, the rain, the fog, the agitation of the weather. Mondstadt hadn't faced a storm this bad since before their current Archon, even the winds of Dvalin paled in comparison.

Venti was so ignorant not to pick up on the clues laid out before him by his own nation as he trudged through heavy rain, his bow at the ready and a sinking feeling in his chest.

He would never say he disliked the rain, despite what unpleasant memories linger in the back of his mind from those times. But everything carried a harsher weight when was faced with his current task, one assigned to him by no other than his creator.

Venti stopped to rest a moment, leaning against a tree for partial coverage, though it did little to shield his already soaked clothes. He felt something heavy and unpleasant in his chest as he reflected on the situation, an unshakable sense of wrongness, one that clouded his mind and dulled his senses. You were what he was after, you who posed a threat to the divine order simply because of your face.

He thought back on his creators’ honeyed words, a sickeningly sweet tone that he had never heard them use before, not that they very commonly addressed him at all, which made this particular summons out of place, a mixture of excitement and worry bubbling in his chest as he walked through their temple. To kill someone impersonating them, that is what they ordered him, hinting at the possible consequences his nation may face if he didn't comply with the utmost enthusiasm, the threat of which rang particularly loud when faced with what they had done to other nations in fits of anger.

He knew deep within him that this wasn't remotely justified, that he might as well be punished alongside you if the crime was simply stealing a face. If only you chose to look like another human, or even an Archon, he would have taken your mimicry of him as a complementary. But alas. Those feelings were pushed down and covered by the vow he made to his nation, one born of nothing but love and a promise for a brighter future.

Venti had considered alternatives, confronting you with your motive, begging you to make yourself scarce, making his own judgement on your reasons and framing his response accordingly, but those were all fleeting thoughts, quickly pushed away as soon as they arose. He couldn't get attached, he couldn't afford to think of you as human, and he certainly couldn't afford it getting back to his creator that he failed them.

He had heard about your existence from other sources, apparently being so bold as to walk directly into Mondstadt. You weren't met with pitchforks and torches, his people were more civilized than that, but the hostility was as sharp as a knife. You had left of your own accord after having no luck obtaining food or a place to stay, he had only heard after the fact from gossipers drinking late into the night, the faces of which were forced into his mind as he once again thought of his creators’ threat.

Venti was pulled from his thoughts due to a subtle noise, one almost unnoticeable through the heavy onset of rain, but it was there. A branch and a pile of leaves, something big enough to break them, and no one in their right mind would be out in this weather, except...

He swallowed what little apprehension he’d not already buried, reverting his mindset to something it had been five hundred years ago with the quick draw of his bow. The Archon saw you in the distance, just as soaked as he was, clothes tattered and foreign, scared. A quick death was the least you deserved, one free from suffering, and maybe your next life would be more forgiving.

He aimed for your head, a clear shot even now, but it seemed the moonlight that glinting off his bow caught your attention as you quickly turned your body to face him in a defensive stance, eyes wide, fearful, as if you could see what was about to come to fruition.

Your mouth moved, only fragments of the noise it produced were carried to him, broken syllables and muffled notes the very wind urged him to listen to.

You had said his name.

Venti faltered before the arrow released, for the first time in centuries, its' path no longer as steady or sure as it had been.

It hit your throat.

Venti's legs were moving before he consciously realized, forcing his body to where you fell, as if collapsing in on yourself, until he could finally see you clearly, drenched in rain and golden liquid, mixing together indiscriminately as they soak into the ground below.

There was a feeling of shock, which developed in his throat first, spreading evenly throughout the rest of his body, as if it were in his bloodstream. He looked at your terrified expression, a pained and now lifeless one, holding only fragments of the fear you felt.

What had he done.

Venti felt himself fall to his knees, hands immediately going to where his arrow lay firmly lodged, feeling for a pulse in an act he knew to be worthless.

"No. No, n-no— no. Please!" His voice cracked as his mind caught up with what his eyes were forcing him to behold.

You were the divine creator, Teyvat's one true God, and he had—

No. He couldn't even think it, the word that was on the tip of his mind carried nothing but pain, anguish and insufferable heartache, the likes of which he hadn't felt, well since...

Without thinking, Venti wrapped his arms around you, laid his head on your stomach, forced his eyes closed, and prayed. For your return, for forgiveness, and if not for any of that, then simply for a form of retribution.

He hadn't realized he'd started crying, tears and rain alike falling from his face onto your form, pooling at his eyes until the world around him became harder and harder to see.

The position you both rested in was not unlike that day long ago, forever etched in his memory and resurfaced through reflections.

Was this simple his fate? To find himself holding in his arms the corpse of someone he loved so dearly, over and over again. Was it written in his very being that all good things would be torn violently from him with little care to how it left him shattered, scrambling for the pieces of what little piece of mind he had left.

There was no coming back from this, no form of atonement. He could feel the shackles encasing his wrists, invisibly tying him to this moment, to where you had stood alive moments prior. His days of living freely died with you, forever encased in the space between where your souls had briefly met, and it was no more than he deserved.

It was only a moment later that your body was gone, dissolved into the stardust it was born from, slipping through his arms and carried by the wind that no longer obeyed him. That didn't stop him from reaching desperately, gasping and clawing at the air for what remained, heart in his throat as he begged for mercy, for anything but you depriving him of your vessel even after death.

You couldn't really be gone, not fully, you who so powerfully morphed this world from willpower alone, who disappeared for an infinite stretch of time only to descend again. Even if your vessel may have been no stronger than human, your soul was as old and powerful as existence itself, it would linger on in whatever form it had existed before, watching, waiting.

He would be ready for when you decided to give this world a second chance, he would wait an eternity and more to see your face again and repent a thousand times over, bear any hardships in the time between only to fall to his knees in complete acceptance at whatever you deem an acceptable punishment when faced with your light again.

But first...

It seemed as if there was a loose end to tie up, a deceiver bearing the ultimate sin, one much more deserving of his arrow, and one that would suffer a fate worse than death in your name.

Venti roughly brushed the tears from his face, eyes darkening as he shakily pulled himself from his knees, feeling as if his body couldn't decide between flying or collapsing.

His ‘creator’ would soon face all the fear and pain that was forced upon you, the wrath of a god who had lost everything for the second time, a goal he planned to pursue till his dying breath.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #sagau impostor au #genshin angst #my attempt at imposter au cause why not #I didn't realize there was like no dialogue until editing whoops #kind of set up so that I can do a part 2 where you come back and we get that fun dynamic #don't know if i will tho #also hi #it's been a minute #how you guys doing #school sucks that's how I'm doing #despite that I'll probably be posting another oneshot tomorrow #not as sad thankfully #anyway yeah this was more just a self challenge to see if i could do imposter au without breaking the characterization I've got going rn #luckily he's just so full of trama that i can make constant references to that to help tie things together #anyway lantern rite how we feeling

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stillgotme · 1 year

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i don't want to mess this up could it be too much to say i'm in—

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 edit #ts4 render #simblr #aliya's sims #risa #akira #karaoke secrets #OOOH WE GETTING INTO IT NOW #this has more angst than i expected #that wasn't my intention when i thought of doing this edit oops #i could go on and on about the meaning behind it #but ANYWAY #i'm excited are you excited #AND YES I USED THE SING RIGHT BACK LINE AGAIN FIGHT ME #MOVIE TAGLINES ARE HARD OK

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navysealt4t · 2 months

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giggles

#not to happy with gill in this snip #i’ll fix him in editing #i haven’t actually written jerwee in a while i need to get back in the zone #anyways i love making jayson ferin worse than in canon <3 so much trauma and angst #sunshine / moonrays #blue’s writing

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actual-changeling · 11 months

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-"I walk this earth all by myself", EKKSTACY

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bethhiraeth · 1 year

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...I may or may not have written a fic

#yes it is elumax and yes there is a lot of angst #it needs a lot of editing and reading this bit back i am cringing #but i finally wrote a whole fic!#I finished the first draft!#anyway i thought i would share:)#stranger things #elumax #lumax #elmax #and obviously i dropped in lots of byler and ronance references because how could i not?#max mayfield #by darling my beloved my poor baby #she is certainly going through it #el hopper #lucas sinclair

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kyouka-supremacy · 2 years

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You know, actually, there's one distinctive trait, a very simple reason that had me fall in love with sskk.

They meet each other for the first time; they don't hate each other. Akutagawa was just doing his job (rip), and Atsushi's main sentiment towards Akutagawa was fear- hatred too, maybe, but nothing more than any other mafia operative. They don't know each other yet.

Then, they get to know each other. They start to understand each other's reasons and motivations as they share-scream them with each other while fighting. They start to understand each other, and that's when they start hating each other like they've never hated anyone before. But why is that? Where does all this loathing come from? It's quite simple: because as soon as they started knowing each other, they started seeing themselves in the other; and the person both of them hate more than anyone else is themselves. You don't even need to check how both of them have themselves listed as their own major dislike on their respective profiles to perceive that: it's already more than evident by simply taking a look at their self-destructive tendencies, need for validation, null self-esteem they've been carrying through the whole manga. They see themselves in the other, end they hate themselves, so they hate the other too.

But then. Then they start to see something else too. They start to see how broken the other is. They start to see how kind the other is. They start admiring how strong the other is!! And they start questioning, how is that person not worth of love? Isn't it beautiful how they lived through hell, yet they're still standing? And finally!! A slow realization makes its way through them. If they are worthy of love, and they are like me- doesn't that mean I'm worth of love too? If they're worthy of living, does that mean that so am I?

And that's how their feelings of hating themselves, hating each other, loving each other, loving themselves come full circle. That's the thing I love about this ship: how the journey towards learning to love each other is actually a journey to learning to love themselves. And I think that's beautiful :')

#The essay I build in my mind at 2am to make me fall asleep–#is worded a thousand times better than this but eh this is what you get ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#It's not like I could ever put my love for them in words anyway (╥﹏╥)#atsushi nakajima #ryūnosuke akutagawa #sskk #Changing blog title to sskk-manifesto #(Not actually but it would be fitting lmao)#bsd #bungou stray dogs #mine #Forbidden line I had to cut off because it didn't match the tone of the post:#“They start to understand each other's reasons and motivations as they share-scream them with each other–#because apparently that's what shonen manga protagonists do while fighting idk”#q.#Edit: IT'S SO FUN TO WITNESS MY OLD SSKK POSTS BEING PUBLISHED I was so hopeful and romantic towards them back then you go old Kyo #I'm currently in a major angst / sskk is Akutagawa's unrequited love phase but you'll have to wait three months to witness it (sobs)#shin soukoku

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literallyneurodivergentandaminor · 1 year

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YEAH im supposed to study for an exam but what if i just draw socialstuck bullshit instead hm?? whatre u gonna do about it?????

yeah we goin low quality today also this time the inspiration was @clottedscream for the grungy tumblrina and the wlw(or would it be whw?) in general and @crocker for troll bullshit. the reddit/twitter dynamic in the doodles below cut is taken straight from a vague memory of a post by @tailsmaster i think

shitty doodles with lyrics and a non-cropped ver of this doodle sheet under the cut♡

#yeah we here for some transgendered twitblr angst if any writer makes some i will beta read and draw for you i need more of that shit #im gonna make some homestuck panel edits later too i dont even care anymore ive sunken too far to go back now #twitblr ruined me #twitblr #t4t twitblr #twitter♠️tumblr #twitter x tumblr #socialstuck #websitebound #websitebent #whcih one was it #man idk #anyway uhhh #yahoo forgive me for stucking the socials #angst #art #i guess lol #GRRR I HATE HAVING TO COME BACK TO A POST TO FIX THE LAYOUT WHY DOES TUMBLR HATE ME SOMETIMES

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shirecryptid · 2 years

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BOOKS I LOVE ( 10/? )

↳ MAGIC RISES ( kate daniels #6 ) by ilona andrews.

“you should stay,” [hugh] said. “after desandra gives birth and the beast lord takes his pack home. have a vacation. live a little, swim in the sea, eat delicious food that’s bad for you.” “i’m sure it would be a glorious vacation right up to the point where you serve my head on a silver platter to roland.” “for you, i’d spring for gold,” he said.

#kate daniels #magic rises #ilona andrews #bookedit #litedit #nalitedit #i'm so behind on these edits omg #i literally just finished magic triumphs. and going back to this after;;; that is. ouch :')#although they have in common that i spent most of the books screaming bc of the angst and then was #INCREDIBLY happy about the resolutions #also hugh was absolutely amazing in both of them. rises!hugh is such a smarmy ass i love him so much #he's lichrally out there giving it his everything and kate's just like '........anyways'#i love the sibling dynamic but this was. so fun to read tbh.#curran's myriad of proposal scenes were also !!! the absolute best. but i couldn't pick a favourite they're all iconic lmao #my edits #books i love #kdedits

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sketchy-scribs-n-doods · 2 years

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“Charm Person”

“Charm Person,” Eddie breathes the words like a curse, a tragedy, a salvation he dreads.

“‘The creature affected by this spell will regard the caster as a trusted friend and ally to be heeded and protected. The spell does not enable the caster to control the charmed creature as if it were an automaton, but any word or action from the caster will be viewed in a favorable way.’” Eddie says, his voice rough with the weight of concept he is painfully assembling for them, the cadence making obvious the fact that these were words he had memorized.

“It makes sense. It- He- I wasn’t led by a string like a leashed dog or some fucking limp marionette. I could think. I could feel. I wanted. It took everything that made me, me, and twisted it to suit its goals. I could strategize. I could choose what I wanted to do– and what I wanted to do was serve him. I wanted to protect him. I wanted to kill you.”

#just thinking about the ethical implications of the charm person spell and how that might apply to someone who's flayed/controlled by vecna #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #kas theory #eddie is kas #kas!eddie #kas eddie munson #i had to look up and research what version of dnd they were playing back then and my god #is it more complicated than i initially assumed #nooo can't just be an easy to look up edition 1 or smth #there was like 3 different version floating around based on content and complexity in the 80s #eddie was apparently running games with the advanced edition so i took the charm person spell description from that version and tweaked it #bc goddamn was it wordy back in the day #anyway pls enjoy my fic snippets i have brainrot <3 #this is part of a big ass over arching s3 to s4 fix it saga i'm planning #where i say nah i want all my favorite blorbos to live actually <3 #starring time loop angst and a traumatized billy trying to become a better person #and later on some proper eddie as kas angst bc its too cool of an idea not to use #kas eddie

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theabyssgazesalsointoyou · 1 year

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If you would still like any more prompts, 45 with rich and jake?

Rich didn't mean to eavesdrop.

He didn't mean to. He really didn't.

But no matter how much he swore it, it was all in vain when Jake was staring at him from across the living room, eyes wide and glassy, whatever it was he wanted to say dying in his throat and coming out in a broken gasp instead.

Rich should've seen it coming. Not Jake. Jake couldn't have, how could he have when there was nothing he'd done wrong? There had been nothing out of the ordinary to warn him, nothing that would've stood out to this boy who was already preoccupied with trying to balance the world on his shoulders.

To Rich, however- Rich, who had a supercomputer feeding him predictions via quantum computing; who had the tendency to assume and prepare for the worst, no matter how improbable it seemed; who practically had tunnel vision for Jake- every sign flashed before his eyes.

It was his fault he hadn't taken them seriously. He'd made the mistake of believing Jake was indestructible, that nothing could hurt him- that nothing like that would happen to him at all.

He had been so, so unbelievably selfish to let his mind wander from Jake. He never questioned Jake's claims about his parents being away on business trips, what was important to him was that he had a place to stay if things inevitably went up in flames at home. (It was so easy to get lost in that exhilarating feeling, knowing that he was welcomed and in safe hands. Rich still remembered how Jake had pulled him aside after school one day, worry evident in his eyes as he pressed a spare key into Rich's open palm, his other hand brushing over the bruise high on Rich's cheekbone.)

It was another one of those days, when he could barely keep it together and the key in his pocket was his last resort. Rich was sitting in his brother's old jeep, feet kicked up on the steering wheel in a careless manner that completely mismatched the storm raging in his brain. His limbs twitched against his will from the shocks traversing along his spinal cord, though he was almost numb to the pain by then. The squip was screaming at him, too, over what he hadn't the faintest idea. A migraine was looming over the horizon of his loose consciousness, but Rich would take this over facing his father on his own any day.

Under no circumstances should you go to Jake Dillinger's today, his squip warned. Rich scoffed and focused on drowning its voice out. Shutdown, shutdown, shutdown.

Everything went quiet and the tautness of his muscles drained from him- a marionette whose strings had been cut.

The way to Jake's was easy, it came naturally to him, a second instinct. But a premonition settled over him when he slid in the key and turned the doorknob, the metal too cold against his skin for the weather, the door eerily silent as it swung open on its hinges.

The house seemed to be holding its breath, but Rich could hear Jake's voice coming from the kitchen- distressed, harsher than he'd ever heard, yet muffled by the squip buzzing back to life, making its presence known with a sharp jolt to the back of his skull. Leave. You don't want to get caught up in this mess.

It was a miracle Rich managed to get his squip to shut up again- shutdown usually only worked once or twice a week if he was lucky. Maybe it was how tired of everything he was, or the pang of resentment he always felt when the squip tried to govern his interactions with Jake, or the sharp wave of concern for Jake taking over his system. Whichever it was, the squip's droning died down and made way for Jake's voice to settle clearly in his mind.

Whether that was a gift or a curse, Rich would never know.

"- leaving? What are you talking about? When are you coming back? No, wait, mom, you can't just- don't hang up, don't hang up, please. Mom? Hello?"

Rich's lungs collapsed in on itself. He couldn't believe he was thinking this, but maybe, just maybe, his squip had been right- just this once. He wasn't supposed to be hearing this. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was intruding upon a moment that wasn't meant to be seen.

This had to be some cruel joke. None of it made any sense. It had to be a test, a simple misunderstanding, even. The world as he knew it crumbled beneath his feet, even for Rich, a mere bystander, a speck of dust revolving around the star that was Jake- how would Jake feel?

He could've run, shut the door behind him as surreptitiously as he'd entered, never found the answer to that question unless Jake chose to reveal it. It should've been that way, the choice should've been Jake's to make. But Rich was selfish. He was selfish and he couldn't stand the thought of Jake burdened with yet another secret, one that could be the final straw to break his back.

"Jake?"

And there he was at the far end of the room. He looked, even in the very moment his life was crashing into a thousand pieces, more composed than anyone could hope to be- but Rich saw past the façade the tears threatening to fall and the way he desperately grasped for his voice.

"How much of that did you hear?"

Only a few sentences. Too much. More than I had the right to. Enough to understand.

The squip was disconnected, which meant the nagging voice in the back of Rich's head urging him to say nothing, to lie, to spare Jake what little dignity he had left, was his.

The spare key was heavy in his hand. A physical manifestation of Jake's trust and affection, and here Rich was thinking of lying to him on the precious occasion he was allowed to be just as vulnerable in return. The metal burned as hot as his shame.

"I'm sorry," he decided on saying. Both an apology for eavesdropping and an expression of sympathy, and something he didn't get to say as much as he wanted to. It probably wasn't what Jake wanted to hear, but really, what answer would he have been happy with?

"Yeah, well, I'm fine," Jake said. Rich would've believed it if he didn't know Jake better. "Sorry you had to hear that."

God. He never wanted to hear the word 'sorry' from Jake. If anything, Rich was the one who should've been on his knees for forgiveness a long time ago, for all the shit he made Jake put up with- and Jake was apologizing for Rich walking in on his parents fucking ditching him. It was beyond fucked up. Oh, Rich was so, so fucking mad- at Jake's parents, at the world, at himself- and for the first time, he understood the reason behind Jake's clenched jaw and dark eyes whenever Rich showed up with bruises and cuts from home.

It was unfair, how many times Rich had broken down in Jake's arms like that and Jake couldn't even let himself admit he wasn't okay in front of Rich.

Rich knew that he was to blame. It hurt, as the truth often does, and it was the sting that spurred him to make a long-overdue decision that very moment.

He was going to get Jake to open up. He was going to be someone Jake could rely on. He was going to get rid of this goddamn bitch of a computer and set things right.

How he would manage to do that, he had no fucking idea, but he could start somewhere: without hesitating, Rich strode over to Jake and pulled him down into a tight hug.

#orca answers #yes i still am taking prompts #it might take a while to complete them though #anyway. this is such an unoriginal idea but the ✨angst✨#once again i didn't edit at all i hope it's decent #implied domestic violence tw #bmc #be more chill #richjake #rich goranski #jake dillinger #the abyss writes back to you

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bylertruther · 2 years

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thinking about how lonnie only ever cared about will when he died and that was just to profit off of his death + will giving a girl he doesn't know his toy truck just because she's crying and he thinks she needs it more even if he knows joyce can't buy him another one + one of the very first things will did upon waking up in the hospital was ask if jonathan was okay + will telling them to close the gate in season two even though he's part of the hivemind and that would've killed him, too + will breaking his own heart by confessing his feelings and giving mike the painting he's spent so long on but saying that all of it came from el thus sacrificing his own wants and self to again help others + how that same selflessness and self-sacrificing nature of his is going to undoubtedly rear its head in season five again because he's at the center of it all and it all goes back to him and vecna is a creature that feeds off of n fans the flames of pain and guilt... feelin very scared n anxious in this chili's tonight over this actually 😳

#he is NOT going to die obviously clearly we know this they're not killing kids #BUT.#i'm just saying.... i don't think it would be crazy for him to feel guilty and like maybe this wouldn't have happened if...#well... u kno.. :(#he would never give up bc that's literally his whole thing that he's a fighter and a survivor #but. he does love his friends and his family. and he has been willing to die if it meant saving them before so like. yanno.#BUT IT WON'T HAPPEN I'M JUST SAYING THE ANGST IS LIKELY GOING TO BE THERE #AND THEN OFC EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY WILLIAM SHUT UP SIT DOWN AND GO TO TIME OUT #and then we'll get some good n scrumptious hurt/comfort ok no one stone me i'm knocking on wood ok i Kno #just imagine will proposing that and everyone immediately says NO and mike especially gets pissed #because he's SICK and TIRED of fucking losing will every single time he thinks he's got him back #and god dammit he's already seen what life is like without will there he's not going to do it again he's NOT #don't go where i can't follow + crazy together + it was the best thing i've ever done + it's hawkins it's not the same without you #versus closegate + el commissioned it + she needs you and she always will #mike who is clutching onto will for dear life unwilling to let him go and will who is all too willing to #walk through the gates of hell if it means saving everyone he's ever loved and putting them out of their misery #but of course there's a better plan and letting will die is like killing a puppy it's like taking a sledgehammer to the foundation of #everything yanno. without heart we'd all fall apart n u can't beat the darkness without the light #anyway. can u tell i'm procrastinating editing my fic rn n thats why im writing epic poems in these tags <3 #mine

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eiiskonigin-a · 2 years

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@flightofaqrow asked: ✌only if it's not too late theyre gorgeous omg

send me ‘ ✌ ’ and i’ll make a graphic of your muse . // not currently accepting !!

so you sent this prompt in January. January.

Friend I am sorry it took so long but I kept starting and not finishing things. But finally, with minimal fanfare, here it is! The song used is Just One Step and it just screams Qrow energy to me. Honestly, halfway through this, I contemplated doing a video instead... still might, in the future.

#( flightofaqrow ) / ✦ if you wanna break these walls down you're gonna get bruised .#( edits ) / ✦ missa's back on her shit .#/ me?? make a qrow edit that isn't complete angst?? i'm shook #/ anyway i'll do more of these some day but I was clearing out my inbox skhgk #/ i had a whole second chunk to this but i hated how it looked so sorry this seems so short ;;;;

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froginbog · 2 years

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i’m happy with the ending of about youth but also lots of things kind of got left behind?

#lots of plot lines wound up going nowhere or had no resolution #which with 8 episodes isn’t that surprising #but also if you know you’re only going to have 8 episodes you can be less ambitious it’s ok #also!! the piece of angst that i was most excited for from the trailer never happened???#it showed ye guang telling xu qizhang that he liked him as a friend after qizhang confessed #or that’s at least how it was framed #and we didn’t get that! we didn’t even really get ye guang reacting much at all #and the scene of them texting afterwards?? was that a dream?? qizhang was wearing different clothes and then it flashed back to the current #that was so random #it seemed like they filmed a lot more than they actually ended up using which is interesting #anyways overall i enjoyed but the editing and direction could have been done better #about youth

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heloflor · 1 year

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Celebrity Crush

AO3 link

Hugh Bliss’ brainwashing rampage was over, everything was getting back to normal. Even better for Sam, his precious partner had expressed strong hate towards the dead cultist. But despite all that, several months after those events, it seemed maybe Max wasn’t as over the man as he’d claimed to be, bringing up some insecurities Sam had tried all-too-hard to bury.

Notes : Something related to my headcanon that Sam and Max are both poly and in an open relationship, but their relationship is a bit imperfect on this aspect because they get jealous sometimes when only one of them is crushing on someone else (I like to image that a polycule where everyone dates everyone would be better suited for them, hence for example why there’s no jealousy when it comes to their liking of Flint Paper since they both want him).

This fic takes place in the year between Telltale S1 and S2. Oh and for the context of like one line, those events take place in the early 2000s. Also Sam and Max are a married couple.

Enjoy !

“It has now been almost a year since former cult leader Hugh Bliss tried to take over the world for reasons still unknown, followed soon after by his mysterious disappearance. As police all around the country are still trying to find traces of the man, his moon sanctuary has finally been dismantled. Its parts will be sold at auction for any religious enthusiast or child entertainer alike.”

Sam smiled as the channel from their barely-hanging-on TV went on to announce the weather. Any bad news of the alien parasite was like music to his ears. Of course, the Commissioner’s cover up of the bacteria’s fate and the useless search it created were amusing too.

Speaking of the big man, he hadn’t given a single call today. So, instead of busting crime, the Freelance Police was doing some cleaning around the office. With all the mementos they brought back from their cases this year, and how they very much intended to continue their collection, they had to make some space, putting as much on shelves and walls as possible.

As Sam was finishing readjusting the Ted-E-bear animatronic hanging behind his desk, he heard the distant noise of a toilet flushing, and his tail started to wag instinctively right as his small partner walked back into the room, letting out a comment about feeling less bothered now. The wolfhound glanced over his shoulder, watching the cute lagomorph reach the nearest pile of junk and dip head first into it.

Shaking his head fondly from his husband’s endearing antics, Sam went back to his own work. However, his focus faded immediately as Max jumped out of his pile just as quickly as he entered it.

“Hey Sam, do we have some spare room for a new calendar ?”

“Hm ?” Sam turned around and felt his cheerfulness dissipate at the view of what his partner was holding. “Where did you get that ?” he tried not to spat as he pointed at the colorful calendar with an all-too-familiar face on it.

“Remember when Hugh Bliss made his shop in our street for a few weeks, and how we could visit him anytime ?” the lagomorph started with an enthusiasm that made his partner cringe.

“Thanks for the reminder,” he grumbled to himself, bothered by the memories of all those afternoons spent watching his partner fawn over the bacteria from their office window, the little guy sometimes even going down the street to talk to it directly.

If Max heard his comment, he didn’t let it show. “Well, turns out he was selling more than just books. And he let me have one of his calendars for free !” he proudly presented the item to his taller partner again, “Hugh Bliss even signed it !”

Sam could only stare as his husband looked seconds away from jumping in excitement. Max couldn’t be serious… “I thought you hated Hugh Bliss now,” the wolfhound deadpanned.

“Well…” the lagomorph looked away, clearly getting shy having to talk about his feelings for the other man, and Sam could swear there was a small blush on his partner’s cheeks. He would’ve found it cute had the reason for this little flush not been Hugh Bliss ! “I know I did give him quite a piece of my mind that day…But it was forever ago now ! Opinions change, all the time ! Heck it’s not just me ! Haven’t you seen how quickly the polls turned against me when I tried to pass that bill to legalize gay marriage ? The uproar was even worse than when I unleashed my maimtrons downtown !”

It was obvious why the smaller spouse finished on such a note, especially given how comfortable he now looked. Max clearly expected his partner to stop pointing fingers now that he’d changed the subject. But Sam wasn’t going to fall for this trap, not this time around.

“You do remember how Hugh Bliss tried to mind-control the entire world through his prismatology mumbo-jumbo to set us all up as bacteria food to thrive on until his death, all the while amputating you to set you up as his all-happy and peaceful puppet to prevent his own demise, a process that created different versions of you carrying your body parts and the vices that went with them, and when that failed attempted to take it out on me, don’t you ?” the wolfhound recalled.

“Of course I remember ! Why ?” the lagomorph looked almost offended that Sam would have such bad faith in his memory.

“Why do you want a calendar with that pesky bacteria’s face on it then ?” Had Max forgotten how he felt during those events ? Was that it ? Sam hoped not.

“I told you, I changed my mind about Hugh. Plus it’s a free calendar. And we haven’t gotten one for next year yet. And it will look good on the office’s wall.”

“…Uh-huh,” Sam had to glance away as he answered. The more he was looking at that calendar, the more frustration was building up inside, and he didn’t want to unfairly start yelling at his precious bunny.

“…What’s the deal, Sam ? Why are you always so grouchy everytime Hugh Bliss is brought up ? You’ve never acted like that with any other of our ever-growing number of enemies, what’s different here ?”

That comment immediately brought Sam’s gaze back onto his partner. While he wasn’t surprised that Max eventually caught on to his anger around the rainbow-colored guy, he hadn’t expected the lagomorph to notice he was singling the villain out !

“I…we’re talking about a sentient megalomaniac alien bacteria turned guru magician that threatened to enslave all of humanity. I don’t see what’s there to like,” the dog defensively replied, hands on his hips and eyes yet again staring at everything but the lagomorph.

“Well the megalomaniac part isn’t so bad,~ ” Max pointed out, making his partner growl under his breath. “Seriously Sam, what gives ? We’ve fought against dozens of scumbags twice as dangerous or annoying as Hugh. Yet whenever we talk about the guy, or talked to the guy, you always look seconds away from tearing him to shreds. Which would be very hot of you, by the way,~ ” unsurprisingly, that last comment did nothing to appease the taller spouse.

“He isn’t worth the effort,” Sam grumbled.

“Why not ? What’s wrong, Sam ? I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each-other ?” at the lagomorph’s almost-pleading tone, the wolfhound gathered the strength to stare his partner in the eyes again, only to immediately regret it as his anger turned to guilt. His adorable partner was looking at him with a worried look that made it impossible for him to keep hiding the thing that had been making him feel insecure for over a year now.

Sam deflated. “I’m jealous, alright ! I’m jealous of Hugh Bliss. I know I shouldn’t be, but I can’t help it !” he finally admitted. Seeing his partner frozen in place, completely taken aback by his answer, Sam sighed and went to sit at his desk, letting his head rest on the palms of his paws.

It only took a few seconds for Max’s expression to turn into confusion. “What do you mean you’re jealous ? Jealous of what ?” he walked to the desk as he spoke, his little paws touching the wooden surface.

For a few moments, Sam didn’t say a word, simply sharing a glance with his husband as he tried to find the courage to spill his guts over something he had to admit to be quite embarrassing.

“Sam ?”

“I’m jealous about you Max,” he finally managed to say. And as the confusion only grew in Max’s expressions, the wolfhound let another sigh before launching himself into an explanation, “Look Max, I know we have our agreement about relationships. We both agreed we can see other people, that we can date other people, as long as we’re open to each other about it. I know all that. And I know it would be unfair for me to ask you to see less men just because I might be insecure, but…” now that the anger was gone, all that was left was the guilt of his negative thoughts.

“But ?” Max encouraged, and Sam felt a bit of comfort seeing his husband was taking it seriously.

“But this…what you’re doing with Hugh Bliss…You’ve never looked at another man like that before, with your eyes getting all shiny and happy. You just keep talking about him and wanting to spend time with him just so you can have more things to gush about. And all that talk about his book and his religion and now his calendar…” as Sam made another pause, he saw Max glance away with a blush. That was all the confirmation he needed, and yet, he had to ask, “Max, are you in love with Hugh Bliss ?”

“…”

For a moment, Max stayed silent, eyes on the desk and brows furrowed. Then, without warning, the lagomorph walked away.

“Max ?” Sam sat in confusion as Max went to their bookcase and retrieved Hugh Bliss’ book before getting the calendar that had been left lying on the ground after Sam’s confession. And after giving the two items a glare, the rabbit threw them into the trashcan.

Sam could only watch in surprise while Max went back to the desk, hopping on it and grabbing his husband’s head with his own paws. “You’re wrong, Sam,” he said with his most serious tone, “Hugh Bliss isn’t the only man that made me feel all disgustingly warm and fuzzy inside.”

“Wait, he’s not ?!” Sam stared at the lagomorph mouth agape. Did he miss something ?! Or was the rabbit simply talking about Flint Paper ?

Max rolled his eyes, “I’m talking about you, you big puppy !” he explained.

The dog stared in stunned silence, before he couldn’t help but burst out laughing from his partner’s cheesiness. “Since when do you act all lovey-dovey ?” he managed to ask through his fit of laughter.

“Since it can save you from any pitiful whining,” Max justified. Despite his amused tone, the small spouse still looked serious, prompting Sam to get his breath under control as his partner sat on the desk.

“Look, Sam,” the lagomorph continued, “you…you’re right about Hugh Bliss. I do like him. A lot,” the flush on his face was back, “In fact, had this whole moon escapade not happened, I would’ve asked for your consent to let me go out with him. Not that it would happen anyways now that Hugh Bliss his dead,” Max tried to humor. However, all that Sam could give him in response was a small smile. And from the way Max’s ears dropped, it seemed the gesture wasn’t what the rabbit wanted.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier about my feelings for Hugh Bliss. You know I’d drop any man in instant if you asked me to, right ? Hugh isn’t any different.”

“Max you don’t have to-“

“Yes I do !” Max got closer, making a move to hold Sam’s face yet again, “You’re my husband, Sam. You’re the one I chose above everyone else. If you don’t want me to see someone, I won’t, simple as that. Isn’t that how we decided to go about those relationships anyways ?”

“Max…” before answering, the wolfhound set a kiss on his partner’s forehead, letting a hand cup the lagomorph’s cheek and gently grazing his soft fur with his thumb. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve told you how I felt from the get-go,” he looked away, self-conscious about how dumb it all felt, “I was just…afraid of being too controlling. I know you enjoy flirting around, I don’t want to take that away from you. And I’ve never felt so…threatened by another man before. I just assumed you’d move on eventually. But when you didn’t…I didn’t want to force your hand, it’s not fair for you.”

“Aww. It’s okay, Sam,” his partner reassured, “Next time, just tell me if a guy bothers you, so I can make sure the last time they touch me is when I break their kneecaps.”

“Will do, little buddy,” Sam chuckled. For the first time since the moon incident, Sam felt like he could finally think about last year without his stomach turning.

With the two husbands already in such close proximity, Sam could help but close the gap, nuzzling his grinning bunny until the short partner pulled away to properly kiss him, a growing purr escaping the lagomorph’s throat.

Once they separated, Sam stood up. There was one last thing he needed to do.

Under Max’s curious eyes, he went to retrieve from the bins the two items his partner had thrown earlier. “Want us to burn them to the ground ?” Max immediately quipped up, though his excitement didn’t match his usual glee at the prospect of setting things on fire. Sam wasn’t surprised.

“Not exactly,” he replied as he removed the filth off the calendar, “You were right about one thing earlier : we haven’t gotten a calendar for next year yet. And it would be a waste to throw away a free gift.” Sam turned back to the rabbit, “Let’s keep this bad boy around so we can hang him on New Year’s Eve. The book could also come in handy if we ever need some firewood,” he said that last part mostly to himself.

Max’s eyes lit up as the taller spouse finished. “Let’s !” he happily exclaimed, jumping down the desk and quickly taking the two rainbow-colored items to store. While Sam felt a pang of jealousy watching his partner get so excited about keeping the items, this time he was able to conceal it.

Hugh Bliss was dead. And even if he wasn’t, who’s to say he was interested in a sociopathic lagomorph carrying a dozen diseases ? Regardless, it didn’t matter. Max was the one who chose to throw the items away in the first place after hearing how his partner felt.

Despite his jealousy, despite how self-conscious he still felt, deep down, he knew that Max loved him, that Max would always choose him above anything and anybody.

Though it did help that the other man was out of the picture to begin with.

#Sam and Max #SamandMax #Freelance Husbands #Hugh Bliss #Telltale games #my fanfics #Hurt/Comfort #the fact that I wrote a bunch of short oneshots back in October and is only posting them now 💀#it's been such a while that I have NO idea what the '2000s reference' line in the notes is; even after editing...#I would say this is the only one of the oneshots I wrote that I feel like manages to capture the energy of Sam and Max #but then again all the others are angst-focused so of course it's not really in the spirit of the franchise #anyways #gonna try to post all those fics this evening #oh yeah and if you're wondering what makes me think the duo is poly; just look up Telltale Max flirting with guys left and right #he's like the only reason why I have this headcanon X)

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Thinking about how Saturn is naturally intense and vain makes it very hard for me to imagine him being a dad.

Saturn has difficulty imagining it as well.

Destroyers have no business fathering a child, let alone boring one in the world.

Saturn is stubborn, a close-minded brat; ill-tempered and pessimistic. Head high in the clouds, away from reason, emotions and personal choices.

Heaven forbid the Stardroids know kindness, nor deserve it.

Change in pace, is important. I don't deem it impossible for Saturn or his brother to walk a different route, as hopeless as it seems after Gigamix. But for logic and context's sake, let's just say the Stardroids aren't total megalomaniacs, not too incredible and hellbent on the destruction of humanity and the universe.

Life is bothersome, fickle and a nuisance; the Stardroids look down on such things, for their "special" missions a total lack of basic morality was necessary. But while morality is a trait your born having, innocence and virtue can be built upon, learnt, experienced. Change is rapid, often unexpected; overcoming the fear and hesitance is accustomed in it.

To remotely start anywhere, there are needs, terms must be met. Plant don't grow without rain; petals won't bloom without proper sunlight, enough energy. Rocks don't move because they want too, something else forces them in motion; a push, pull or a kick.

I doubt canon Gigamix!Saturn wants anything to do with children or anything/anyone else in general, that much is clear about him. The Stardroids were created heartless, literally and figuratively. In Gigamix, saying Saturn and his brothers got along poorly is putting it mildly. It's alien to them, familial love, or any bond or personal emotion of any kind.

Family needs care, heart; the love to function properly and healthily. Spurs dedication and connections, a bond. If a father and his child can't see eye to eye, can't get along then their personal dynamic is doomed as a whole.

Saturn needs some layered capacity of love, care or humanity. Not only for raising children, to blend in with society I'm sure you can all agree shouting they wanna kill all humans isn't the way to go about it. There are better ways to tackle peace and communication with other beings, "weaklings" in Terra's vocabulary. Such things are hard to fathom for the Stardroids, Saturn lacks understanding in basic communication skills to generally know people. He never needed them before as a destroyer.

Needs a brand-new outlook on the universe; life lessons and growth in perspective, density and fate seem small for humans, but it is important for those born without it and made to never change in the first place. Needs understanding, to see value in a life. Needs definition on the expense of meaning and purpose, the importance of walking the path forward not to total and utter destruction, but for the sole reason of living to the fullest. The purest form.

Feelings, genuine emotions, a heart in the right place.

Having an inflated ego won't immediately brand him as a bad father, Saturn is high on his horse, that is unarguable. But any robotic space alien of his prowess and caliber would be, for long long years Sunstar gave Saturn major control and influence in his army, made him and his brethren top of the world and the food chain. Sunstar is a dictator, so are his subjects.

That said, I can't say Saturn will be an amazing father, he is flawed in more ways than one and has a long road ahead of him in fatherhood. Saturn barely has any sort of relationship with his brothers in canon content outside of drama, obviously less in Gigamix. Goes without saying, attempting to destroy the planet is something you won't be allowed to forget, seeing how you're living in the same society you so loathe trying to less loathe. It's a hard pill to swallow, mixed in a world you tried to erase. Who Saturn was will forever live on in the memories of the lives' he ruined. Whoever or what stopped him, hatred is inevitable.

What Saturn has for his children is...

complex.

Though they very well may be the key to a deeper, hidden personality Saturn never knew could ever come to light. A piece of him left untouched by the energy crystals so eager in their corruption, if proven possible.

What relationship can he have with them? If they even want one to begin with.

He can't relate to them about anything, his first steps will be far from what his children's will be. So how is bonding going to work? Any story he has isn't exactly appropriate for younglings, stemmed from his vast travels around the stars, violently conquering planet after planet, bought nothing but death to the rebellious and innocent masses. Saturn isn't totally keen on lying either, his past isn't a mystery he bothers to cover in sheets.

Could he bond with them? Such bothersome creatures. Children are alive; they see, grow, move. Pinnacles of life, the little things. Life he so hated in his prime, to bring to nothing.

Can he bare it around them? Bring himself to carry the burden of raising them? Despite everything he used to be, if they are him at all, it's likely they'd want nothing to do with him.

After all, Saturn's children are a piece of him, just in another form and shape. The life he so hated, the existence he so loathed, why should a Stardroid like him bother to add trash in the tin? God, nothing can make it more obvious they are his children. The connection, the link undeniable, not merely in appearance. Saturn can even sense them; it is bad enough already that they are his children, but he feels their presence, far inside his wires. Know when their souls are near, the distance from his reach. Their pulses and beats of their chests, strange hums of power. An extension of himself, of his soul and being. He never thought he could have children, not like this. In all his centuries he never once thought about this, he wasn't built for a role like this.

That isn't even the worst part, the worst part is confronting you about all this.

#ask #anon #anonymous #saturn #stardroids #tw fear #tw angst #tw mentions of violence #more then he will ever admit #there is a lot of fear on saturn's end #he loves his children #and that love scares him because now he cares about someone #and what business does he have to value another person besides his own?#help emotions are weird and he is panicking #he is having a meltdown and the fact he can have one messes him up even more #i might edit this later but im tired and i wanted to answer this so bad so be prepared later i may revisit this #ouch my hands i needed to think on this and i will have to think again later when i come back to this post becuase my edits don't end #apparently anyway

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