#bc i wanted to show her despair

[shiningclown69]

“Under the light of Solaria, I will always remain in her shadow.”

#winx #winx club #chimera #fanart #artists on tumblr #jester talks about stuff #ive wanted to make fanart about chimera angst for a while haha #i misremembered that stella broke chimeras staff in the show but its more angsty that way #the background is a tarot of the star inversed #bc i wanted to show her despair #and also bc i think i saw rus hc her as the fairy of the stars #anyway rus hope you like it- #pls click for hq pic!

[makotonaegiunderstander]

something I’ve been thinking abt is how many people think Makoto is immune to despair. I don’t think he is. I think becoming the ultimate Hope was BECAUSE he felt despair. He wouldn’t have fully reached that point without Junko. Makoto becoming such a beacon was his last attempt to avoid completely falling and it wasn’t because he didn’t feel despair, it was because he was too damn stubborn to allow everything to go to waste and he refused to sacrifice his beliefs for someone else’s. His inner monologue tells me he DID experience the same new low the other suvivors did in the final trial, but at the point where he had the choice to give up and die, he looked at the others and he looked at Junko and he couldn’t allow it to happen, not out of self preservation, but because the idea that Junko would have control over their lives made him FURIOUS. and that utter refusal to die kicked in, wether luck or otherwise, and he made the concious effort for one last push while something in him was breaking. He had to be broken in order for the Ultimate Hope to come through so aggressively, bc it could only exist in the face of the Ultimate Despair. He snapped the same way she did, but in the other direction. In what could have been his final moments he chose to embody everything Junko wasn’t, and every single optimistic and luck fueled ideal in him suddenly charged forward and pushed him. It was a combination of the final straw and a choice. Makoto isn’t immune to feeling despair, he’s just too stubborn to fall into it of his own volition. I think that’s why I like that scene in DR3 so much. People were SO SHOCKED Makoto actually fell for the tape, that he actually became despair for a moment. I saw people getting mad or disappointed, saying it was pathetic and Makoto seemed to fall from some sort of pedestal for them. Honestly part of me wonders if that sort of mentality, which clearly people had in universe, affected Makoto a bit. Like he started to see himself as less of a person, subconsciously. Prompting him to take more risks, less self preservation, act way more bold. It seems he has to be reminded a lot not to put himself in danger by his friends, to not do something too reckless. All over the place I would see in regards to that scene either this frivolous ‘oh this was just angst drama with no meaning behind it’ or ‘he can do better than that. he’s so weak’ or ‘come on, there’s no way he’d fall into despair, he’s the Ultimate Hope!’ This kind of mentality, which was kind of ironic considering Ryota was there the entire time saying the same thing and treating Makoto the same way. Like Makoto was superhuman. Like Makoto didn’t feel despair the same way ‘normal people’ did. In a way that was also how Munakata saw Makoto. Makoto stopped being a PERSON to the world when he became Ultimate Hope, he became a concept, a belief system, much the same way Junko ascended beyond herself. But the difference is that treating Makoto that way is the opposite of the reason Makoto became such a representative for hope. He wasn’t doing something no one else could. He was doing something everyone had the chance to, he just… was a little more optimistic, a little more stubborn, a little more ‘gung-ho’ about things. He just took the lead where no one else did, where no one else knew they even COULD in the face of Junko’s unstoppable force. She had overcome the biggest threats and obstacles in the world, what could one person do? And the answer Makoto found was, anything. Everything. It doesn’t all rest on Makoto, he’s just the one that was inspired to try to do what seemed like the impossible. But as evidenced by the change in his friends after that trial, it’s clearly not something only Makoto is capable of. The others pulled out of despair thanks to Makoto, but it was their choice to do so.

“But… this world is so huge, and we’re so small. What can we do…? No, we can probably do anything. Yeah! We can do anything!”

#makoto naegi #Danganronpa character analysis #Danganronpa #danganronpa thh #danganronpa future arc #I fucking love Makoto Naegi man. #I think there’s a fine line of nuance to Makoto that’s easy to miss bc he doesn’t really make it known #he’s not a pushover and he’s not overpowered. he’s a people pleaser but he will say what needs to be said #he’s an immovable object and the exact opposite of Junko but he’s also just a normal guy who’s optimistic and (un)lucky #he isn’t invincible but he has immense power to his words the same way Junko did #if anything his superpower is being kind above all else. he’s compassionate to some of the worst people in the world. #he was even conpassionatr to an extent to Junko. he didnt want her to kill herself despite everything she’s done #and he still acknowledges that for years she was a classmate and friend. #I do think the more he learned abt what she did the more he’s come to actually hate her though #post the first game he always refers to her without a suffix to her name which is one of the most subtle rude things you can do #it means you have zero respect for the person you’re referring to #and he speaks about her with some venom he doesn’t use for anyone else in the future arc #he’s not incapable of feeling negative emotions #I really liked the future arc scene bc it showed that Makoto DID experience enough despair to have overcome him if he didn’t refuse #and that it still affects him deeply. people treat him like he’s either this perfect ideal Chad or this baby chick who’s so delicate #and no one really focuses on how makoto shoulders so much and yet is still vulnerable. #honestly that guy was DUE for a mental breakdown even without the tape. it would have happened eventually #I actually wrote one based on him finally hitting a breaking point after giving so much of himself away and keeping nothing for himself #that his issues that he shoves down constantly finally can’t be held down anymore. Hajime helps him bc he knows how that feels #it was a LONG time ago that I wrote that but honestly if I can remember where i was going w it I might finish it #it was initially an rp but I could make it a fic #anyway. the point is Makoto is SO much more complex than people give him credit for #the most fundamental thing about him is that he’s normal and that’s ok! that’s what helps him rise!

[thedeadthree]

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-`. DESPAIR.

The tunnel never had a light. You wish for nothing because you know you'll receive nothing, and your hopes died out long ago. The only thing that keeps you going is the thrill of emptiness you feel when things don't turn out your way. It's bitter. It's proof. Proof that you don't feel this way for nothing.

-`. THE BLACKHOLE.

There's a hole where your heart used to be and nothing is filling that hollow void. You could drown in a world curated for you, and still nothing seems to fit. It eats you alive knowing you're unsure how to satiate the hunger of your soul. It's barely hunger, it's more like a blackhole.

-`. THE TAKER.

Your expectations are ones you can barely meet. You compare yourself to others, but with a hypocritical light. You'll never find what you're looking for if you're laying down half of what you receive. It stings to be given less than expectations you've set, but if they were more reasonable, do you think even then you'd be happy?

-`. YEARNING.

The pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. It's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead.

-`. THE GIVER.

Your energy depletes as you hand it out to anyone passing by your basket. People walk by and take, but no one ever leaves. You're constantly running on low when people keep asking you to give. You'd give your soul away for free, and then what left do you have of yourself if you can't say no?

-`. LONELINESS.

Your heart feels full of the connection you feel you lack. No matter how many people are around you, strangers or not….someone is missing. You don't know who, what, or if you'll ever find them. You're unsure if there's a person out there who'll really satisfy your life, so really what's the point of continuing to look?

#only if you want to of course !! <3 #oc: amavet aerasume #oc: yeva yakovleva #oc: vaermina vanthampur #oc: tissaia thorm #oc: chiara de laurentis #oc: cythia vassermiller #GEE WHIZ QUIZ WARN ME NEXT TIME BEFORE YOU GUT AMAVET LIKE THAT gvashgdv *SCREAMS* #DESPAIR. HE GOT DESPAIR IM - !!!!! are you KIDDING mee!! #they dont call him the mourning lord for giggles :') THE NERVEE #im fine with this im fine with this im fine :) #*screams* ok ok i was a bit ?? with yevas but I THOUGHT ABOUT IT AND RAHH ITS !! it gets her!!!!!!! #they were too on the nose sweet pea im SORRY vaer !! #TIISSAIAAAA FIRST OF ALL HOW YOU DARE QUIZ SECOND OF ALL DO YOU MIND IF I BEGAN CRYING BC!! #TISSAIA MY SWEET GIRL :') this is fine!!!! #CHIARAA i knew she would get this answer I KNEWW ITTTT #cythias *screams* THE WAY THERE WAS SOMETHING I HAVE HAD BRAINSTORMED FOR HER IN MIND THAT FITS THIS SO WELL?? #over the course of her arc in the novels (and show as well!!) loneliness is PREVALENT the part on how in spite of the people around #she can still feel loneliness is SO poignant to the isolation she feels at court this answer gets her to the letter AHH!! #TY TY SO MUCH FOR THE TAGS i missed doing uquizzes sm !!!!!! THIS WAS FUN <3 i may do more clowns with this it was lovely !! #cy ur so a*licent coded <3 'is there no one in the empire to take my side' 'i have no friends here all they see is the empress' SCREAMSS #something something 'id like to think im still the lady cythia' AAAAA BABY BABY MY POOR BABYY #i mean vaer was living in an estate alone with just her t*ressym trying not to be a sacrificed to summon the hells by her family so she #really just had her expectations of the life she manifested SO LIKE..... yk?? sweet pea'll marry the love of her life and #skxjjxjx

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

i’m fucking screaming sophie holland showed her entire ass with this huh. 

#anti witcher netflix #witcher negativity #YEN WAS NEVER DESCRIBED AS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD THAT WAS FRANCESCA FINDABAIR #you know the char played by that biracial actress who you tried to make as white as you possibly could #STOP LYING THAT YOU READ THE BOOKS YOU FUCKING CARROT. #YOU WANTED TO CHALLENGE BEAUTY STANDARDS BY NOT EVEN CASTING A WOMAN WHO WAS AGE APPROPRIATE TO PLAY YENNEFER FUCK OFFFFFFFFFF #and you just really picked someone who is conventionally attractive literally what about this actress challenges beauty standards #conventionally attractive woman over a decade younger than the male costar playing her love interest. groundbreaking. #yeah it sure did give me a powerful feeling #of fucking despair bc connifer literally just looks the same age as ciri now #on top of the utter bastardisation of yennefer as a character #man I hope all these mfs continue to show their ass and this rancid show gets cancelled as it should have been

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

"okay but what ACTUALLY happened in that minor characters backstory" "what did that character SPECIFICALLY do to become like this" "how does the plot device ACTUALLY work" oh my god i don't care! i don't care about your cinemasinsing about every little detail! does knowing this technical detail improve the audience's emotional understanding of the story? no? then i don't want to fucking see it in canon!

anything you come up with in fanworks is going to be more fun for you than what the author can do in canon! any attempts by the author to explain something technical in the story takes away time and investment from the main plot! so if the technical explanation doesn't inform the main plot then it's just useless trivia for completionism's sake! this shit should be written about in fanworks! or spinoffs! or idk the writers can tweet about it or smth! i don't need it in the actual main story!

#shut up pandora #every time an owl house fan complains about not getting an official caleb/evelyn backstory or design or whatever in the show #i am exploding them with my mind #every time ppl say junko enoshima is a bad villain bc they dont know exactly why shes despairing #or say that her fucking tik toks in the anime is a good writing decision bc it makes logical sense #i want to kick them in the metaphorical nuts over the internet #sometimes less is more #sometimes you dont need 8 pages of extra canon explanation for something that can be summed up in two sentences #sometimes if you do overexplain stuff that didnt need to be explained #the story gets worse bc it breaks your suspension of disbelief #or just derails the story! #this is stuff for fanfics to cover #or in the case of toh a spinoff comic book at most #we dont need it in the main material

[atalana]

having one of those nights where i'm just. extremely frustrated about fatphobia's existence and the fact that whatever i do to try and change it will be a drop in the ocean and there'll always be people who think i'm just saying this because i'm lazy

#and by night i mean its 5am but shhhhh #what sucks is i was actually building my acting confidence back up quite a bit with my delirium stuff #and i still do wanna do more of that! #but i got reminded that regardless of how good an actor i am i don't meet the 'must be this skinny to have emotions' bar #so i could only ever play her over the internet where people can't see my body #which is especially dumb bc she has like 60% of a physical form at best and yet its always a skinny one #and like i love sandman but it has a fatphobia problem. and the show has not exactly rectified it #kinda wanna draw despair skinny and the other endless not to turn the whole depression = overweight thing on its head #bc hell depression also = underweight and frankly i'd rather have no fat characters at all than her be the only one #but i fear that would get misconstrued and i don't wanna bring down that kinda hate on my head #and like i know i can't change what i look like i've tried i gotta be happy with this eventually #but i see no difference between comic despair and myself in the mirror #and sometimes it makes me feel like im two minutes away from growing tusks #so whoooooo oversharing on the internet #just. i wanna punch something but the something is society so unfortunately that's not really possible #okay to rb if you want i give zero fucks about this being shared im just keeping it in the tags bc that's polite

[mars-ipan]

currently thinking abt the despair disease and the character analysis potential it brings

#literally the best motive in the whole franchise <3333 #i regularly think abt how it affected komaeda. he got the fucking Liar Disease #why? because he is completely and fully sincere in everything he does #he lies occasionally yes but overall he is honest and hides nothing #he’s an incredibly earnest person. that’s what makes him so scary #and it’s also why the liar disease would be the perfect source of despair for him. makes a lot of sense #personally i don’t believe that despair disease gives you the ‘opposite’ trait #just a trait you would hate to have or is very uncharacteristic of you #i mainly think that bc the opposite of ibuki isn’t ‘gullible.’ but she probably doesn’t like listening to others (punk and eccentric) #so the gullible disease that forces her to always believe what she’s told is despair inducing #and akane! obviously she’s very good at compartmentalizing #she never seems to show fear. ever! #as such the coward disease is Mortifying. she hates being anxious and she hates showing it even more. literal hell i’ve been there girlie #so overall. i think it’s a great way to analyze a character #obvi with komaeda it’s an EXCELLENT analysis tool bc it’s basically a roundabout truth serum #if everything you say is a lie then all you need to do is reverse it and that’s the full genuine truth #so we get confirmation of things with him. like his desire for companionship. and his genuine distress when he wants to tell everyone to be #hopeful but all he can say is ‘despair’- he gets so worked up about it that he collapses #i also like to imagine what it would have been like with other characters #what would hajime have? i’ve seen an honesty disease. i’ve also seen a happy disease #both are great. i think he has a good few options #personally though i think the thing that would stress him out a Ton would be an affectionate disease #not in like a silly friend ‘i hug everyone’ way #but in a ‘tells everyone specifically what qualities he admires about them and is vulnerable to others’ way #i think he’d be MORTIFIED. haji’s a very blunt snarky person #and he does have a lot of affection for his friends but it’s mostly shown in a teasing manner #he’s also quite closed off about his own insecurities. AND he finds komaeda incredibly offputting #to wake up one day and start both genuinely making himself vulnerable and praising everyone nagito-style would actualky be hell for him #maybe call it the admiration disease. or affectionate disease depends on ur perspective #other character have interesting possibilities too (even dr1 + v3) but I Care Hinata so. he gets spotlight for a sec

[msommers]

My dear, Victor,

I believe Regulus discovered one of your previous letters this morning. No word of it to mother, as he has always shielded me how he could from her vexation, though he does appear keen on whether or not we will find success. He also had much to say on our choice of visiting Jader first. Not his favorite for exploring food and drink, it seems.

[template]

#campaign: the vigilant #ch: valeriya de clairmont #graphic #graphic: valeriya #not me forgetting this in my drafts for weeks on end.... #originally bc i couldn't figure out what to make a fake codex of and then plain oops buried under posts #still not 100% w this but i do think it's a cute (and sad lmao) way to show riya's priorities before the tourney #letter's prolly in the trash by now who knows shrug dot emoji #anyway @desire and despair demons she's free real estate come get your heartbroken girly #she just wanted to win and go vibe w her bf now she's lying on the cold hard ground or w/e #will just post this instead of leaving it in the drafts to be deleted out of distaste months later lmao

[peacereturnedtothevalley]

really want to talk to someone but like . How do I talk about this

going to ramble in the tags but don’t read if you’re having a good day (I am not actively suffering in a material way that will require peoples concern and and active help) (I repeat keep scrolling if you’re just chillin)

#death (concept) mention #I guess some irl too #I’ve been having some levels of generalized despair and fear of death am #seeing barbie didn’t trigger anything in me I don’t think #but my friends takeaway from it being so different from me made me feel an isolation from the world at large #anyways my grandpa half a world away and my last grandparent #he’s aging so ofc we’d be worried but I’m becoming hyper aware of it bc of a recent call #I’m getting older and see my parents getting older #and I want things to never change #and it was all like humming below the radar of my brain #louder than usual but I kept going forward you know #and then Japanese show I’m watching w family suddenly had the main characters now college aged son get diagnosed with leukemia #these shows are like 150 episodes long and you see the mc from like 10 to 50+ #so you watch her give birth and raise this child who becomes an artist like his mom #and then you diagnose him with cancer? #anyways that was my last straw #someone in our community’s mother passed recently too in ch*na and the hard lockdown they had severely affected her health #and it’s like #death is all around me #I feel like I’m suffocating #it sucks because there nothing I can do about it #I can’t solve the inevitability of death #you know that mbmbam bit where griffin is screaming “it’s all going to stop one day” to make fun of Justin #and Justin is like I legitimately break down like that #I’m feeling it #is it the world is it me slowly crawling to age 30 who can say #anyways if you’re reading this sorry. you should not have

[bumbleblurr]

picture of tf:a shockwave standing next to megatron with an arrow pointing to him labeled "lmao this idiot doesn't know his leader would kill him without hesitation if it was convenient for him"

#thinking abt trial of megs #shockwave's like the second most loyal dude but he was one of many that was not willing to die to power that ship #(lugnut was the only one that jumped in on his own) #its like wow. i wonder what was happening in his mind at that moment <3 #of course i dont like how short lived that moment is and the fact that it would end his appearances in the show #(or maybe not. i think there were supposed to be more eps with him idk s4 plans are weird) #of course it would be so so much more interesting if he managed to get away from that and is forced to reflect on everything he believed in #like haha i hope he gets to have a bad time. i want that creature to be put through through the wringer. throw him into the microwave #shockwave redemption arc needs to have him suffer so much with mental despair bc i said so #though also i think the only main way for him to really shake him enough to change is to have him rlly pushed to the breaking point #such as his leader trying to kill him #especially that since it rlly makes it so shocks cant rationalize any ideal that megatron is looking out for his followers #though i guess u can interpret many things he does/other details as shockwave already having the capacity to deflect #such as megs not trusting Shockwave to control the omega supremes #somehow he knows that Shock's loyalty is not strong enough to prevent risk of him resisting meg's command #which is accurate based on the events of trial of megs #and the almost sad tone of voice he has when talking abt arcee (though this could be a bit of a stretch but i like to interpret it as such) #oh & also how he tries to peacefully get the codes from arcee as much as he can but megs was clearly in her line of vison #but that would also be megs being dumb. and also definitely be another stretch of an interpretation #shruggies idk putting all these bits and pieces together is still inch resting #i am being a hypocrite though bc im like #''i dont care for interpreting Megatron to be much more of a sympathetic figure than he is in canon (does the same with shockwave)'' #listen its different. shockwave is a cutie pie #i am biased. i just simply like shocks more than megs #🐝 could you repeat the last part? 🟦

[perenlop]

what did she mean by this

#these lines imply that instead of making her righteous like n; ghetsis's abuse literally broke her #righteous may be the wrong word to use but whatever #and she wants what's best for her brother but doesn't understand him bc ghetsis abused him in a different way he did her and anthea #also anthea's lines show that she knows ghetsis is full of shit and that he was manipulating n the entire time #but perhaps didnt realize he was also manipulating her? #she's still in that castle yknow they havent rebelled or anything despite clearly not agreeing with ghetsis #so that implies that they stay around to try and help N or that they'll be hurt in some way if they do rebel #considering ghetsis made the sisters take care of n. i wonder if they tried to reach outto him #but ghetsis isolated him further and drove a wedge between them when he realized what was happening #so now theyre just in despair watching their brother destroy himself #also their title is ''goddesses'' which is in line with ghetsis trying to be on par with a god #echoed voice

[thedancingdragonling]

serian and hal are besties, i hate having to kill one of them for the Plot

#they come with a Do Not Separate label #like serian will act like the stable one but hes an absolute mess when he understands hal is dead #whereas his death just fuels hal’s despairing numbness to it all #i do want to write an au where serian in the inquisitor and hal is alive #companion!hal is an ass but i love him #the other trevelyan siblings still show up and esme a 100% adopts serian as her new brother #max is more wary because Mages but comes around and hes so relieved serian is the inquisitor and not hal #Bc hal is a hotheaded little bitch sometimes whereas serian is calm and collected (at least on the outside hes panicking on the inside) #oc: serian #oc: hal

[spoopdeedoop]

hi i have some disorganized thoughts/hcs abt the found family human doctor au

(one of the thoughts being i should really give it a better name. another being YES this is only the nuwho doctors atm bc that's the only series i've watched so far apologies. if i ever get around to watching classic who i will add them trust)

BEHOLD my random, not at all in-depth headcanons

nine is the only one with a car out of all of them. they all keep bugging him to drive/pick them up from places -- he has mixed feelings about being the assigned taxi driver

both twelve and eleven are teachers -- college professor and preschool teacher respectively. twelve's students love them because he will say the most stupid, hilarious shit with a straight face without even knowing and eleven's students love him because he is the only teacher at the school that will dance with them during musical chairs (he doesn't even play the game. he just dances)

i want to make one of them an actual doctor but i don't think any of them could handle it unfortunately

they all share an an apartment flat on the same level -- nine, twelve and fifteen live in one room, ten, eleven and thirteen live in the one across from them. of course there are other people in the building too but they're all used to the strange loud hyperactivity of that particular flat. i think i'm using the right terminology here. yall know what im talking about

(i'm so tempted to make some companions be their neighbors)

nine and ten are the most insomniac of all of them, so they're used to bumping each other in the dead of night on their way to raid each other's respective fridges or something. very rarely thirteen will join them and they're like "WELL FANCY SEEING YOU HERE"

twelve does sleep, but like. he's nocturnal

eleven and ten hate each other in a sibling kind of way (see: day of the doctor). they are constantly sending each other death threats or tripping each other over. everyone is sick of it

sometimes when they're out shopping you'll hear ten yell "GET OUT OF THE FROZEN FOOD YOU NUMPTY WE ARE NOT BUYING FISH FINGERS" over the aisles and you'll hear eleven whine "WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH" back

(if you're lucky you'll be able to catch fifteen mumble "why did we put them in the same apartment. are we asking for an eviction notice")

eventually eleven will pick a random stray cat off the side of the road, take her home, and name her bowtie, which is a stupid name, so everyone just defaults to calling her kitty

kitty's favourite person is twelve, to eleven's absolute despair

(my original idea for this was to initially have ten hate the idea of living with a cat, since he's stated full on in the show that he doesn't like cats, but apparently there is some very obscure doctor who comic run in which he falls into a depressive spiral and adopts a cat whom he names rose-the-cat, so he might actually like cats idk?)

anyway ten hates her until he doesn't lmao. he vents to her when there's no one else home and she will Stare at him back and it is a very nice friendship

kitty and nine watch shitty romcom together

they have a joint groupchat together -- half of it is just thirteen and fifteen assigning everyone outfits they find on pinterest and the other half is eleven asking where everyone went (he keeps getting lost when they go out)

nine doesn't know how to download pictures off the internet and so resorts to manually editing memes together to send to the groupchat and everyone's like "girl that's so much more effort........."

(yes he doesn't know how to press save image to camera roll but he knows how to use a photo editor flawlessly. such is the logic of the idiocy of the doctors)

eleven and thirteen get along very well i think. they're the only two of the group to play video games and so they bond over that. they also have ridiculously similar clothing taste

sometimes they'll succeed in getting fifteen to play pokemon with them and then they'll proceed to not see him until the next day when he comes out of his room and goes "you didn't tell me plusle couldn't evolve i've been levelling it up all fucking night"

friday is assigned movie night (it's always big hero 6)

eleven is the only one to actively seek out physical affection, usually really abruptly like clinging to thirteen's back as she passes him in the hall or bapping ten with the palm of his hand until he sighs and gives him a hug. he does expect a platonic kiss on the forehead from anyone before he goes to bed and will complain if he doesn't get one

anyway thats it i'm sick in the head and really sad. if this keeps up i may be forced to actually write a fic

#doctor who #spoop speaks #if anyone has a name for this au i'm OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS #if anyone wants to write fic/draw art for this au YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO ASK. IM ACTIVELY BEGGING. PLEASE #might delete this post if i get too self conscious it is. just. words. ew

[moonbunscafe]

Since the members of the circus don't have normal bodies and can't have something as simple as body heat, would Pomni cry at night? Uncomfortable in her body, non-existent coldness running all over her, numb to a temperature that doesn't exist in a fake plastic body. It would probably haunt her, making her scream and cry her frustrations all out in her pillows. But then, as if her prayers being called, Caine passes by. He hears her sobs, coming closer into her space until he reaches her face to face. Her colorful eyes filled with tears and despair, begging for her needs to be met. As the ringmaster of the group and diligent Ai for the humans, how can he ever say no to her? Especially to his favorite jester.

"Warmth, please.. I just want to feel what it's like again." And he obliges.

His digital body creating heat, sending waves of it towards Pomni's direction. Her body, starved from such humanely sensations, immediately jumps over and hugs him, pulling him down into her bed and clutching into him like her life depended on it. She hugs him tightly, refusing the idea of letting go. Wheezing sobs out, her face smushing into his chest with the rest of her body pressed onto his. Sucking up every single warmth created for her greedily. Thanking Caine quietly, she continues her forced cuddle with the teeth man until she falls asleep. The first time she ever properly does so ever since she arrived in this place.

Caine wants to let go after he sees the girl has fallen alseep, but something pulls in him- refusing to let her go. Something about her vulnerability, her digital pearl-like tears dripping from her closed eyes, her embrace- a human gesture so deep and profound to the Ai that he's never experienced before.. How can he ever let that go? Pass up this golden opportunity to indulge in such tempting sensations of Life itself?

Aka Caine making himself warm, Pomni using him as her pillow heater resulting in them cuddling each other every night for 'satisfactory reasons' bc HOW can he let a member of his show not rest well?! That just won't do!! No no!! (he won't ever do this with anyone other than pomni).

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──── 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: nov. 2023 top supporter: @magical-warlock who's always a darling to work with. I had a little fun with this and made reader a banshee bc immortal lovers yk? 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sebastian Michaelis x banshee! Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: possessiveness, jealousy, Grell bashing (sorry)

You watch from across the alley as the grim reaper drapes herself all over your demon lover. Your jaw grits and you can feel a frustrated scream bubbling up in the back of your throat. Time and time again, she’s pursued Sebastian, her voice hollering out that nickname Bassy just before she does as though coming with her very own warning system. But your darling demon lover is always quick to turn her down with his tongue as sharp and silver as the knives he fights with. 

But while you’ve been out accompanying your young Lord, she’s shown her face again. She claims it’s for work once again but you’re becoming less and less inclined to believe her: why always her and never another reaper? It seems too coincidental to your protective self. Unfortunately for you though, where reapers go, death springs forth and where death goes, you follow. That’s why you’re able to stay in the service of your young Lord with Sebastian at your side: the last of the Phantomhives does not lead a peaceful life. 

With another flip of her long red hair, Grell drapes herself over Sebsatian’s shoulder and you find your patience has run thin. You leave Ciel’s side for a moment, knowing the area is clear and he is more than safe with both his governess and butler present. You step towards the two and take Sebastian’s arm, wanting to make a show of propriety and possessiveness. You might be in an area sheltered from prying eyes but it’s a public space nonetheless and it’s improper for a lady to be all over a man as she is. 

“Sebastian, my love, we should return to the carriage now. Our work here is done and the young Lord should return home.”

“Of course, darling.” He makes a show of taking your gloved hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, shooting Grell a look from the corner of his crimson eyes. You can’t help the smug upturn the corner of your lips make. Sebastian returns your hand to the crook of your arm. 

“ ‘Darling’ ?!” Grell exclaims. For the sake of public decency, you’ve always kept your relationship with Sebastian a very private matter for the sake of your young master’s image in this human society and its countless social rules – but beings like you and Sebastian have no care for a holy marriage and see no reason to participate just to blend in when you could just stay reserved instead. Sebastian’s hand moves to the small of your back in order to draw you closer. 

“Why yes, my darling y/n.” He flashes a closed-eye smile, amused to see Grell’s utter shock and despair. 

“You-! You’d rather this… this… wailing-” 

“Watch your tongue, reaper.” You bite, eyes narrowing.

“A banshee! You’d rather have a banshee than me?! That screeching-?!”

“She does her job as you do yours.” Sebastian cuts in and leans down to press a kiss to your temple while you smile like the cat who got the cream. “You bring death and she alerts those of when it is impending.” You have to stifle your laughter at how Grell’s jaw drops and she’s left a stuttering mess. You cover your mouth with your free hand and allow Sebastian to lead the both of you back towards the waiting carriage and Ciel. You glance over your shoulder to flash a cheeky wave with your fingers as you set a hand on Sebastian’s bicep and give it a gentle squeeze as the two of you part so that he can open the door for Ciel, you following in behind him and sitting upon the bench opposite him, facing backwards. The door shuts the two of you inside and you spy Grell through the little window, seeming to be wrapped up in some despairing monologue of her own. It makes you giggle which catches Ciel’s attention. He raises a brow, the band of his eyepatch raising slightly with the movement. 

“I don’t appreciate the open displays of affection but it was certainly worth it to see that reaper in such a state.” He smirks as he uses his cane to tuck the window’s curtain aside just enough to watch the red-clad reaper in the midst of her meltdown.

The carriage jostles slightly as Sebastian gets up into the driver’s seat and the three of you begin your return to the Phantomhive manor. 

∴.·:*¨ ¨*:·. ☙.·:*¨ ¨*:·.♡ .·:*¨ ¨*:·. ❧.·:*¨ ¨*:·.∴

That evening, as you prepare yourself for bed, a set of cool hands smooth over your shoulders. 

“I never knew you to be so possessive, my darling~” His words drawl into your ear, breath fanning over your ear before he presses a warm kiss just below it. You let out a low hum of pleasure as you turn around to face him, reaching up to loop your arms loosely around his neck. You stretch up onto your toes to softly brush your lips against his.

“Demons aren’t the only creatures capable of being very protective of what's theirs~” You giggle quietly. His arms coil around your neck and he tugs you closer in a swift motion, pressing you flush to his chest. 

“Ah while that’s true, we are unrivalled~” He has a cheeky smirk on his lips as one of his hands rubs up and down the soft curve of your spine. He pulls you into a slow but passionate kiss, the two of you swaying on the spot as you try to close the non-existent distance between the two of you, wanting nothing more than to be one with each other in this moment. 

“What’s going to happen to us once you’ve eaten Ciel’s s-?” You’re cut off with yet another kiss as one of his hands cups the back of your head, fingertips soothingly massaging your scalp. 

“We’ll figure that out when the time comes~” He kisses your nose and looks down at you with lidded eyes. “My sweet banshee~”

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hello bestie im back here again with a joel idea <33

ur smut is so fucking good but im in need of some nice fluff rn because I love the last of us but god that show is hard to watch i get so emotional its hard to keep watching sometimes

but for a fluff idea where the reader, joel, and ellie settle down in jackson and Joel begins to realize that he's happy again and he becomes unsure because he feels guilty about sarah but it ends happily bc its what all of them deserve

my darling, my comrade, thank you for bringing this idea to me. i hope i did it justice <3

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Joel Miller x f!reader

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Stuck between the despair of the past and fear for the future, Joel struggles to accept the goodness he's found in the present.

warnings | 18+ angst, living with grief, lovely sweetness

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“I still can’t believe that. All that time in FEDRA school and they never taught you how to swim?” Ellie huffs at that, stomping a little further ahead of Joel as she mutters.

“It’s not like we had a fucking pool to do laps in, old man. Give me a break.” He breathes out a laugh, glancing away from the kid and toward his woman as she falls into step beside him.

“No time like the present, kid. Gonna have you swimming like a pro by the end of the day.” He can’t help but smile at her words, and in anticipation of the spectacle that watching her teach Ellie how to swim is going to be. They had lucked out, all three of them having this perfect summer day off from class and shifts in town, and had packed up their day in rucksacks to hike out to the nearby lake with the promise that Ellie would finally learn how to swim.

Life has been– he won’t think the word good, not wanting to jinx anything– but maybe normal? They’ve been living in Jackson for a few months now, and he never thought he’d get used to things like running water and home cooked food ever again, but it seems like he has. Ellie goes to classes while they pick up shifts wherever they’re needed, and at the end of the day, they all come… home. He supposes it is home now, and that makes him nervous as hell. He knows better than most that the minute you get used to something in this world, it tends to disappear on you, and maybe that’s what has been making him hold his woman -  the same woman he crawled across the country with - a little closer when they go to sleep each night in their nice, comfortable bed. 

His thoughts have been swirling between these fears for the future, and a deep despair for the past. If he stays surface level, he usually concludes that he doesn’t deserve any of this, any of the smiles, the easing laughs with Ellie, the sweet press of his woman’s palm along his shoulders letting him know she’s still there. Not after everything he did to get by before. But if he needles past the last twenty years, he hits something that stings even more when he remembers that any happiness he gets, Sarah will always be gone. 

He’s starting to be pulled under by his mind as they continue hiking, but she keeps him buoyed with the way she tangles her fingers with his, offering him a smile as they near the lake. They all shrug off their packs in the grass, she and Ellie already toeing off their shoes. When he sits down with a groan, leaning back on his hands, she gives him a questioning look.

“You’re not coming in?” He squints up at her, the mid-day sun a halo around her head.

“Someone oughta keep lookout. You two go on.” Her mouth twists up, but she drops it with a shrug, pulling off her t-shirt to reveal the faded swimsuit she had managed to trade for along with Ellie’s. The kid is standing with her hands on her hips, looking out at the lake like she’s surveying a new planet. She sidles up alongside Ellie, slinging her arm over the girl’s shoulder and murmuring something about “proving the old man wrong” that makes her laugh, the worry scrunching up her face quick to relieve itself. Joel doesn’t even have time to be annoyed at what she called him, times like these making him quick to thaw, when the kid actually gets to be a kid. 

As she is in most things, Ellie is a quick learner, after some initial trepidation, and soon Joel’s watching the two of them dip and swerve through the water, the picture of grace in the clear summer heat. He smiles to himself, remembering how Sarah learned how to swim. Tommy bribed her into the rec center pool with the promise of a strawberry milkshake, and by the end of the day, Joel had to bribe her out of the pool with the promise of fries to go with said milkshake. The pain is quick to settle in at the memory. He finds himself bringing a palm to his chest, trying to rub out the ache even though he knows it won’t ever go away.

His attention is pulled away by Ellie hauling herself out of the lake, bending over and shaking her dripping hair out before plopping down next to him to rummage through her pack. He glances down at his jeans, now darkened by spots of water from her aggressive shake-off, before turning and quirking his brow at her. Already scarfing down her sandwich, she shrugs, mumbling through a mouthful.

“What? I’m fucking starving, man.” He shakes his head, trying to look annoyed, but failing miserably with the smile he can’t fight off.

“Language, kid. And you’re gonna have to wait a while after eating that if you wanna get back in.” Her brow furrows at that.

“Why?” 

“Because– because you– look, that’s just the rule, ok? S’what they always said– gotta wait a while after you eat if you wanna swim.” 

“Who’s they?” That makes him huff.

“I don’t know, alright? Christ, do whatever you want.” He knows it’s too harsh, but he’s having a hard time staying in the present when the past is hanging so heavy over him. He sighs, resting his arms over his knees and leaning forward, his gaze unfocusing into the grass.

“Joel?”

“Hmm?” He keeps his gaze hung low, just tilting his head slightly toward Ellie to let her know he is listening.

“Are you ok?” The question catches him entirely off guard, his head whipping around to look at her, his eyes squinted. 

“I’m fine.” Ellie mirrors his own expression, eyes squinting, mouth in a close line as she nods.

“You deserve to be ok, y’know? I believe that.” She just keeps surprising him, and he coughs hard, trying to clear the tightness in his throat before he responds.

“I know, kid. Thank you– I’ll be ok.” She nods again, seeming to accept his answer as she looks back out at the lake. His eyes follow, seeing his woman, floating on her back with a serene look on her face, her arms lightly swaying in the water. He knows Ellie had slipped and called her mom the other day. Maybe it wasn’t a slip at all. 

“Well, if I can’t get back in right now, one of us might as well. Go on, old man. I’ll keep lookout.” He grumbles at the nickname that both of them seem to have settled on for him, but the heat has gotten to him just enough that he listens to her, getting up and shrugging out of his unlaced boots, his t-shirt and jeans quick to follow.

“Jesus, my eyes!” He huffs as Ellie cackles to herself, but is a little too focused on the look his woman is giving him from the middle of the lake to pay much mind to her jabs. 

The water is cool, a relief to every aching joint in his body as he wades in. He can’t remember the last time he did something like this. She meets him in the middle of the lake, an easy smile on her lips as she winds her arms around the back of his neck.

“Hey, handsome.” Even after all this time, he’s still prone to blushing when she talks like that, all syrup and sweetness. He scoffs to hide the creeping heat, his one hand coming to skate up and down her back. She tilts her head, seeming to search his face as she murmurs lowly.

“You’ve been scowling all day. Gonna tell me what’s going on?” She can read him like a book, always could, and it drives him insane most of the time.

“M’fine.” By the look on her face, he knows she isn’t going to accept that answer. He sighs.

“I just– this doesn’t feel real. Like– it’s too good to be true, don’t you think?” Her brow furrows at his words.

“I think it’s good for sure. But I can understand what you mean– waiting for the other shoe to drop, right?” He nods, both of them swaying lightly in the ebb of the water.

“It’s that– but I can’t stop thinking about– about–” His words fizzle out in his throat as he catches sight of something, a flickering of movement hovering just above the water. 

Wings. The smallest splotches of colors blinking like eyes. A butterfly. The only thing that runs through his mind is a name. Her name. His Sarah.

Suddenly, a breathy laugh is rolling out of him.

“What? What is it? Is this– are you having a stroke?” The ridiculousness of the genuine worry across her face just makes him laugh more, his hands finding purchase on her waist and pulling her closer. 

“Joel, this isn’t funny. What’s–” He cuts her off with a smacking kiss, her face stunned when he pulls away.

“I’m fine, darlin. I’m gonna be fine.” He glances one more time at the butterfly, alighted on the surface of the lake for a second before it flutters away. But he knows she hasn’t really left him. Wherever he goes, he knows he has her with him.

He kisses his woman again, this time to the much-vocalized chagrin of Ellie on the water’s edge.

“Gross! You guys are scarring me for life here!” She pulls away from him with a laugh, hollering at Ellie to mind her own business before fixing her attention back on him with a grin.

“Good?” He nods.

“Good.”

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