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luveline · 3 months

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hi honey!! i have a request of sad spencer comforted by bombshell reader. maybe hes the one on the brink of tears and really shes just there for him please

thanks for your request!!! fem, 1k

Spencer Reid can't stop frowning.

“You know what I've been reading lately?” you ask him.

“Cosmopolitan?”

“That's just sexist.”

Spencer points at the copy of Cosmopolitan hidden between papers and an open book where it lies on the desk in front of you, a smile interrupting his frown momentarily. “Sorry,” he says.

“Oh, don't be sorry.” You squint at him ever so slightly as you cross one leg over the other and sink back into your borrowed seat. “That's on me. But, you know… this isn't my desk. That could be anybody's magazine.”

He laughs politely and turns back to his work.

“You don't wanna know what I'm actually reading?” you ask.

He stares at his keyboard. “Mm.”

He's not listening. That's alright. You don't really want to tell him about what you've been reading; it's just a book.

You slide your chair closer to his and peek at the computer. He's on a page for American Airlines, flights to Las Vegas, but he hasn't clicked anything. Spencer grew up in Las Vegas, and his mom still lives there alone in a sanitorium for the mentally ill. She can get really sick at a moment's notice. You know he’s been thinking about that more lately.

“Is everything okay, Spencer?” you ask quietly.

You incline your head to his. He looks up, at first surprised by your attention, and then abashed. “Yeah.”

“You don't seem yourself,” you say, putting your hand on his arm. You feel up to the crook of his elbow, waiting for him to shrug you off. He doesn't move. You stroke his skin with your thumb. “You can talk to me, you know? I hope you know that, anyways.”

“Yeah, I know, it's…” His voice wobbles. You lean in closer. “It's nothing.”

The first time you saw Spencer cry, he was in a hospital room being weaned off of a terrible thing, and it was sudden but expected all the same. He was suffering, recovering but in pain, and you would've cried if the roles were reversed. That was a long time ago. Seeing him upset doesn't get easier.

“Spencer,” you murmur, “What's wrong? You look like you could burst into tears. Do you need me to get you a glass of water?”

He shakes his head. You stay right there by his side waiting for the inevitable, the tears gathering in his eyes that he blinks away, and his painful swallowing. You have two hands —the one that isn't squeezing his arm jumps to his back to hold his stiff shoulder.

“Do you want me to get Morgan?” you ask, unsure.

It's a busy office, and you and Spencer sit on the outskirts closest to the offices upstairs and furthest from the hubbub. Nobody notices your closeness. You speak too quietly to be overheard.

“Spencer,” you implore.

He ducks his head, putting his hand to his brow.

“I'm okay,” he says, his voice stronger now, “it's just my mom doesn't sound right in her letters lately, and I'm tired, and I wasn't expecting you to ask me.”

“No?” you ask, giving his arm another tender rub. “Sorry if I'm upsetting you, Spencer. I was worried. You don't have to talk about it.” He winces. “But if you do want to, I'm right here.”

He needs a hug, you decide (unsurely). You stand and he immediately lifts his head with worry in his eyes, but you're not going anywhere, the opposite. You cover up his head and shoulders as your chin rests gently atop his soft hair, a gravel to your tone as you say, “It's okay.”

Spencer is silent. Slowly, tentatively, he wraps his arms around you in turn, and then he's squeezing you tight enough to feel it in your spine.

“It's okay, Spencer. We can talk about it, huh? We can work something out. It wouldn't be terrible for you to take a vacation every once in a while, maybe that's what you need.”

He breathes out against your sleeve. “Sorry,” he says.

“It's okay.” You kiss his head. He likely doesn't feel it. “I promise, it's fine.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to ask.”

“I know, you said that already.” You don’t tell him with any malice, just reaffirmation. “But I’ll always ask. I care about you, I need you to be okay, Dr. Reid. You’re my pillar of strength.” He laughs with self-deprecation, but you mean it. “You are. You’re always there for me. You’re always looking after me.”

“Since when do you need looking after?”

“That’s one of the best and worst things about you. You don’t realise what you are to people.”

Spencer screws his hands into your blouse and grows still in your arms. You consider scolding him about wrinkles to lighten the mood, but he’ll take you too seriously, and stop hugging you, and that’s not what you want. You try to be subtle about the comfort you’re giving him as you wrap your arms behind his head to close him in, hiding him from any prying eyes, but the longer you stay holding him the more attention you recieve, until even your stoic unit chief can't pretend this is appropriate for the workplace.

“L/N,” Hotch says in concern. “Reid. Is everything okay?”

Spencer seizes up and tries to push you away.

You lift your chin above his head and give Hotch your stickiest smile, arms moving to a more amicable position behind his shoulders. “No, everything is not okay, Hotch. You realise I only joined the unit to be with Spencer, right? And you punish me by sitting me halfway across the office!”

Everyone watching either laughs or rolls their eyes, used to your dramatic favouritism. Even Hotch seems tired of it.

“I’d be sorry if I thought that were true. Can you go back to suffocating Reid on your own time? We have some consults to look over.”

You widen the gap between you and Spencer, allowing him the space to collect himself. “If you insist,” you say, grinning brightly.

You stand in front of Spencer, heart aching as he sniffs quietly. He stands, and for a moment you think he won’t be alright after all, that your comfort was useless and he’ll need to excuse himself, but he draws a ghost of a line into your side with his knuckle and squares his expression. “Let’s get back to work,” he says to you with a small smile. You’ll talk more later.

“Wanna hold hands?” you ask.

“Maybe when everyone’s stopped looking at me?” he says under his breath, starting toward the steps to the conference room.

“Wait, really?”

He hurries up the stairs. You follow.

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noirscript · 4 months

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silent servitude

WARNING/S! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. YANDERE. noncon; breeding; powerplay; biting; slightly descriptive sex scenes; f!reader

One must abide by His Majesty's every rule.

It was a phrase you often hear from other servants in the castle from the moment you joined them as your mother's apprentice. A phrase that helped them survive the dog-eat-dog world inside the palace walls.

“You're not expected to excel in your work, but do not even think about failing the task given to you.” Your mother grabbed your shoulders with a squeeze. “Do you understand, my child?”

You nodded your head as you tightened your grip on your skirt. “Yes, mother.”

She lightly tap your cheek before placing a lasting kiss on your forehead. “Go on, dear. I will see you before sunset.”

You looked around your surroundings before hesitantly nodding. For some reason, you can't seem to ignore what you've been feeling from the moment you entered the servant's gate. As if someone's watching your every move.

The path inside the dark tunnel was short, but for you, the time seemed to slow down. Your feet felt heavy to take one step forward after another. Like it was keeping you from going any further.

“You've arrived,” a middle-aged woman spoke while standing in the midst of the desolate area, few steps from where you came from. “Follow me.”

You scanned your surroundings, a poor attempt in remembering the path where you came from. However, the more you walk further and further away from the path that leads to your mother, the more you could sense something ominous was about to occur.

“Are you listening?”

You bowed your head and apologized.

“Stand tall and look at me,” she ordered. “In this castle, you must keep your eyes and ears open at all times. Do not even try to let your mind wander elsewhere. If you don’t want to suffer any consequences.”

Your body shook. You tried to speak, but your voice broke. However, when you nodded your head in desperation, the woman simply turn around and started to list down the rules within that castle.

“Do you even know why you're here?”

“T-To train to become my m-mother's replacement...”

The woman sneered. “If that'll help you sleep at night.”

After giving you a tour around an area that only a handful of servants can access, she led you towards a gated path that lead towards a small chateau in the middle of a small open field inside the castle walls.

The chateau, albeit small compared to the colossal main palace, was still bigger than your home. You also noticed the crawling vines on its walls, and as well as its tinted windows that kept its interior hidden from prying eyes.

“You will keep this place in order. You may not ask for anyone's help. You will only work here alone. Your food will be provided by one of the servants, but do not let anyone else inside the chateau.”

“But my lady...”

“That is all you need to know.” She looked down at your stature before clicking her tongue. “Stupid commoners.”

With that, she left you on your own.

THINKING BACK, you should've realized the message behind her poisonous words. Nobody would think that it is normal for a servant to clean an entire chateau within the day all by themselves.

That doing such chore might result to an inevitable mishaps that forces one to change their attire. Something that might force them to take every piece of clothing from themselves.

“Y-Your Majesty, please forgive this commoner from—” you felt one of his large, calloused hand caressing your face while the other hand pulled you closer to his bare body.

“Kept that mouth shut before I do it myself,” he whispered against your cheek before slightly biting it. “Who would've thought that this would be an easy chase?”

Callix, the reigning monarch, is known for his compassion towards the commoners. Some people would even see him interact with the lowest of the poor during their darkest moment, providing them hope and warmth.

But as you writhe beneath him, allowing him to touch every inch of your body as he please, made you doubt everything you heard about him.

After savoring your heat, he aligned his thick member against your quim. Callix grabbed you by your cheeks and forced you to meet his gaze.

“Please...” you pleaded, but he only swallowed all your pleas and cries as he penetrated your tight walls.

When your first intercourse with him ended almost immediately, you believed that he would let you go. That he would order you leave and never show yourself in front of him.

But after resting his head against the crook of your neck, he suddenly grabbed your ankles and pushing it apart.

You could feel his cum gush out of your quim, but Callix was far from satisfied.

That night alone, he ravished your body until the morning sun has risen.

When you woke up, you felt the coldness of the heavy iron wrapped around your ankles.

“You're awake,” you heard his voice from somewhere in the room. “I have some news for you. So, open your eyes.”

You tried to open your eyes, but for some reason, your eyelids felt heavy.

“Are you disobeying my orders?” he asked while gritting his teeth.

“Open your eyes!” he demanded as he grab your cheeks tightly.

You tried your best to open at least one of your eyes and look at him.

“There's my queen's beautiful eyes.” You could feel his hands all over your body as he leave kissing against your face. “Can you hear me, my queen?”

“M’not... queen...”

He chuckled before yanking your hair back, exposing your neck to him.

“You dare oppose me, hm?” he asked as he harshly nip your neck. “Are you forgetting who I am, my queen?”

How you wish you could simply forget who he is.

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luuuuucyscorner · 25 days

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Hello xxx

Could I request an angst fanfic for Kit Walker x fem reader inside Briarcliff Manor, please?

I'm so excited this is my first ask! And ofc I can anon! I hope this is what you meant!

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐫- 𝐊𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

Info: when kit steals some bread, you take the fall. However, Sister Jude knows that it was kit, so his punishment is far worse.

Tags: mentions of blood, crimes, whippings, religion mentions, angst

word count: 7960

Kit's heart races as he watches Y/n get dragged into the room where Sister Jude waits, knowing full well what's coming next. He clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms as he tries to steel himself against the inevitable screams that would soon tear through the air. He can't help but feel partly responsible for this -- he'd been the one to take the damn bread loaf in the first place, he couldn't help himself. He knows stealing food is petty, trivial even compared to what Y/n's now facing, but he can't help feeling a twinge of regret that it's led to this. To Y/n taking his place, to the cruelty she's sure to endure as punishment.

He shifts restlessly, when the sudden appearance of Sister Mary Eunice catches him off-guard, his heart hammering in his chest as she grabs him by the collar and tosses him unceremoniously onto the cold, hard floor. Pain radiates through his body as he hits the ground, jarring his already-frayed nerves. But as he looks up, he sees something even more alarming: Y/n, shaking and terrified, standing before Sister Jude's desk, the cruel nun's gaze boring into her like a hawk eyeing its prey.

Kit's stomach drops as he realizes what's happening. This isn't about the stolen bread anymore - this is about torment. About who can withstand the brutal regime of the Braircliff institution. About who will be broken first. He watches, frozen, as Sister Jude reaches under her desk, pulling out a wicked-looking whip with metal studs lining the braided leather. His gut twists in horror as the nun starts moving towards Y/n, cracking the whip menacingly, the sound ringing through the air like a gunshot.

Kit can't help it - he launches himself forward, scrambling towards Sister Jude, ignoring the sharp pain shooting through his side as he tries to reach Y/n. He snatches at the nun's robe, desperately trying to pull her away.

"STOP!" sister Jude bellows, "OR ILL ADD ANOTHER TWENTY LASHES ONTO YOUR 'GIRLFRIEND' HERE" she threatens menacingly.

Kit freezes mid-lunge, blood pounding in his ears as Sister Jude's voice booms through the room like thunder. He swallows thickly, glancing between the nun and the helpless Y/n. Another twenty lashes...he could barely stand the thought of what she might already be enduring. And yet, there's no way he can let this continue without doing anything.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he lowers himself back down to the cold floor, every muscle tense and ready to pounce again if necessary. But for now, he holds himself still, seething silently as he meets Sister Jude's cold stare. "You wouldn't dare," he growls, voice raw and hoarse. "I won't let you hurt her."

His heart feels heavy in his chest, fear warring with anger and despair. He knows that defying her could mean more pain for both him and Y/n, but he can't bear the thought of watching her suffer any longer. There has to be some way out of this nightmare, some chance to protect those he cares about. He just needs to find it before it's too late.

"Assume the position" Sister Jude instructs Y/n, who does as she's told, shaking and bending over the side of the desk.

Watching Y/n bend over the desk, tears streaming down her face as she obeys Sister Jude's command, Kit's chest tightens into a knot. His mind races, searching frantically for a way to save her from this hellish fate. But there is nothing he can do, no magic trick to undo the situation. All he can do now is watch, powerless and terrified, waiting for the first strike to fall.

As Sister Jude raises the whip, Kit's heart seems to stop altogether. His breath catches in his throat, a silent prayer for mercy that he knows won't be answered. He wants to scream at the nun, beg her to stop, demand justice or mercy or humanity. Instead, he bites his lip hard, tasting blood as he braces himself for the sound of that cruel instrument connecting with Y/n's fragile form.

When the first lash finally falls, it's like a bolt of lightning striking the air around them. A cry rips from Y/n's throat, echoing through the room like a wounded animal's howl. Kit winces, closing his eyes briefly against the image of her flesh being torn.

"the first of fifty" the nun states stoicly

Kit feels a surge of nausea rise in his throat as Sister Jude delivers the first of fifty lashes to Y/n's trembling body. Each strike sends shockwaves through the room, rippling through Kit's bones and making him ache with a pain that isn't his own. He clenches his fists, gritting his teeth as he tries to block out the sounds and images, to shut down the part of him that feels too much, too keenly.

But despite his efforts, he cannot escape the reality of what's happening before him. Y/n's screams fill the air, mingling with the sickening sound of leather against tender flesh. Her body jerks and spasms with each blow, bruises blossoming across her pale skin like ugly flowers. Tears stream down her cheeks, contrasting the blood that drips from fresh wounds.

Kit's heart feels like it's being ripped apart, torn between rage and despair, between the desire to fight and the need to protect. He wants to smash the world apart, to rip the nuns limb from limb, to make them pay for what they've done to her. And yet, he knows it's futile. In this place, there is no justice, no mercy, no hope. Only pain and loss and endless darkness.

lashes echo through the room, ten, twenty, thirty. Y/n stands crying, her bottom angry and bleeding. ugly welts spread down her thighs and up her back.

Kit watches in mute horror as Sister Jude lays into Y/n with merciless force, each lash sending waves of agony crashing through her frail body. Every strike is like a bullet piercing his own soul, tearing open old wounds and exposing raw nerve endings he'd rather forget. He wants to help her, to hold her, to make it all go away. But he can do none of those things, trapped as he is in this nightmare beyond nightmares.

By the time the nun reaches forty, Kit can hardly bear it. His vision blurs, his breath comes in ragged gasps, and his palms are slick with sweat. But still he sits there, transfixed by the sheer brutality of it all, unable to look away, unable to intervene. It's like he's caught in a nightmare from which there is no escape, trapped in a world where pain and suffering are the norm, and kindness is a foreign concept.

And then, suddenly, it's over. Sister Jude stops after delivering fifty lashes, letting the silence settle over the room like a heavy blanket. Y/n slumps forward, her body wracked with sobs, blood staining the once-white fabric of her dress. Kit stares at her, his heart breaking into a million tiny pieces, knowing that it was all his fault. knowing that this was meant to inflict punishment on him, through her.

"you may go to her" The Nun mutters and Kit finally rushes over to Y/n and takes her in his arms.

Kit's entire world narrows down to the feeling of Y/n's body pressed against his, her broken sobs rattling his chest like a storm. He cradles her gently, stroking her hair and whispering soothing nonsense into her ear, hoping to offer some measure of comfort in the aftermath of her torture.

He doesn't know how long they stay there, wrapped up in each other's arms like two lost souls adrift in a sea of darkness. Maybe minutes, maybe hours. Time loses all meaning in the face of such overwhelming pain and trauma. All Kit knows is that he needs to protect her, to shield her from the horrors of this place as best he can.

Eventually, though, he knows they can't stay here forever. They need to find a way out, to escape this cursed institution and find some semblance of safety and peace. He looks up at Sister Jude, fury boiling up within him like a tempest. "You'll regret this," he snarls, venom dripping from every word. "Mark my words, one day you'll pay for what you've done."

The nun simply smiles, though, unfazed by his threats. "We'll see about that," she says coolly, turning on her heel and striding out into the halls of the asylum.

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darlingdekarios · 9 months

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so this is goodbye.

rating: mature for canon themes length: 1,752 content: Arthur Morgan x f!reader, established relationship, hurt no comfort, set in the hours leading up to Arthur's death, mentions of blood (tuberculosis related), canon compliant

Arthur Morgan's most important goodbye - the one he gives to you.

"Let's just go together."

It was an impossible plea - one you knew the answer to long before he turned to face you, blue eyes transparent with the cold truths of the situation. For as many roads as you'd taken together, it seemed the path had thinned - going forward, there was only room for one.

"You and I both know it's too late for that now," his voice was thin, the result of his lungs failing in every aspect - you couldn't stand the sound of him like this anymore. "Even if we ran, I'm on borrowed time. I'd just die on you tomorrow, we both know it."

It was true, there was no denying it - only a fool would try.

"I'd rather you die with me in peace than at the hands of men who never deserved to be in your company," your words fell into the air like shattered glass, broken beyond repair.

"I will die in peace knowing you're safe," he promised, reaching forward to grasp both of your hands in his. It occurred to you this was the last time you'd feel his hands against yours. "But I can't do that if you don't go now, while you have the chance still."

His thumbs ran across your knuckles, memorizing the feeling of them one last time - the same thoughts in your mind echoed in his. You tried to steady yourself, deep breaths in and out to pretend you were okay - the façade dissipated when a quiet sob left your lips, though he'd been waiting for it all along. Just like his death, your brokenness over it was inevitable.

"I'm not ready to say goodbye," you choked out, words squeezed through a throat that felt smaller by the minute, much like the world closing in on you. "I should…I should be with you until the end. I should be by your side."

"They won't allow that. You've been by my side all this time, don't you ever forget that counted for something. Everything we did together counted for something."

Some part of him was glad for all the trouble that was about to be caused so you had to go your separate ways. In truth, since the doctor had informed him of his fate Arthur was certain of one thing above most others - he didn't want you to be around when he succumbed to this cough, despite the fact that seeing your face as his eyes closed one last time would be a dream for any man. He didn't want you to watch him suffer, because he didn't want you to live with that suffering forever.

So now in his final hours, finally in a semblance of control of his own actions, his mind and heart were radiantly in love with you - so much of his remaining energy focused on your ensured survival through another day. He could only be thankful for the time he'd received with you, for every day you'd spent telling him you loved him - particularly knowing he never deserved something as divine as your love.

Any amount of time with you was more than a man like him had earned in life to begin with.

But as for you and your heart?

"It hasn't been enough time. We didn't get enough time, Arthur."

Tugging you forward gently his arms wrapped around you in a hug, the only comfort you'd ever found in this life wrapping you in warmth once more. He was filthy, but that wouldn't stop you from taking as much of him as you were allowed now - your face buried into his chest, arms tight around his torso, clinging to him as though it gave you life.

He pulled away to shed his jacket from his frame, reaching around you to wrap it on your shoulders. He'd always preferred it on you, anyway.

"But the time we did get made me a happy man," he reminded, his voice earnest and truthful, words offering no amount of doubt. "You made me want to be a better man."

His hands came to your shoulders to squeeze gently, holding you against him still.

"I need you to promise me you're not gonna turn that horse around and go back up there after me," his voice was serious, steady - it left no room for disagreement and yet you couldn't help the desire to do just that. "You've got to promise me. You are not to follow me. That's no place for you anymore."

"Arthur, I…"

"Now, I don't want to hear it," he grabbed both of your hands again, squeezing them in his - even now you could feel his strength waning. You were hanging on his every word, memorizing how each syllable fell from his lips - already dreading the day you couldn't remember his voice anymore. "Please listen to me. Those men up there…they're nothin' more than animals now. They will kill you to hurt me, and you're all I have left that they can use. Already lost John…don't make me lose you, too."

There was so much…too much to say in this moment, this goodbye you'd known was coming and yet had sprung so suddenly. It was impossible to pick which words to give him, which words would hold the most meaning - which would make him feel the most fulfilled. They were in your mind like debris picked up by a tornado, far too much chaos to make sense of.

"I can't do it without you. I'm not ready to live without you."

"You're goin' to have to, sweetheart," his hands left your shoulders to hold your face instead, thumbs running over your cheeks as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. His next words were whispered against your skin - his private form of begging between the two of you, one last time. "You go on and you live your life, and you don't ever try to find Dutch or Micah or any of 'em, outside of Abigail or Charles or Mrs. Adler. Forget the rest of 'em. Please."

He leaned away to meet your eyes again - you gave yourself a moment to hold your response purely to enjoy the splashes of color in his blue eyes, knowing no other would compare to these hues again. You nodded, knowing this is what he needed, knowing it was the only remaining peace you could offer him.

"I won't go lookin', but if I see Micah or Dutch again I will put a bullet between their eyes, Arthur," you promised, eyes dark as you spoke the names of the men who he would soon face. "I swear I will, even if it's the last thing I do."

"I know you -"

He was overtaken by a cough, the worst one yet - he leaned against a tree to support himself but you were also there - just as you had been all these past weeks. You rubbed his back as he coughed, reaching upward to smooth his hair away from his slick forehead as it fell about. He tried to motion you away when blood spurted from his lungs, spraying the grass beneath you. You held strong, instead pulling a cloth from your satchel to wipe his mouth.

He loved you with a passion you were certain no one else could come close to matching. You could see it manifested in his eyes.

"You are the best man I have ever known, Arthur Morgan," your words were quiet, movements delicate as you wiped the sweat from his brow as well, pushing his hair back again. One of his arms wrapped around your waist again, a wheezy breath sucked into his lungs as he watched you talk. "You deserved far better than what the world gave you."

"I got more than I deserved."

When I got you.

His eyes gave life to the words he couldn't bring himself to say aloud.

You stepped closer despite the fact he tried to push you away again briefly, ignoring his plea as you wrapped your arms around his torso again, pinning him between yourself and the tree, wondering how long you could get away with holding him there. Almost as if he sensed your thoughts he kissed your forehead weakly, a heavy, raspy sigh huffing from his lungs. You turned your head to kiss his cheek gently.

You both nuzzled your heads together for a moment, enjoying the closeness and serenity of one another for as long as the cruel circumstances would allow. When he pulled away it was to lift you back onto your horse - one he'd gifted you years ago now - strong hands rubbing your thighs one more time.

"You go on 'n' get out of here," his voice was firm, resolute - you had one option as to what to do next. "And don't you dare look back."

He withdrew from you, turning his back to hide the way his Adam's apple bobbed as the threat of tears welled in his chest, something he'd sworn from the beginning he'd never do in front of you. As he climbed on his horse the leather reins shook in his trembling hands, leaving you for the last time becoming the hardest thing he'd been asked yet.

He heard the hooves of your horse as you attempted to retreat, and was painfully aware when they stopped - an immediate fear taking over him that you wouldn't be able to go through with this.

"Arthur," you called out, the sobs chasing the end of your words a hammer to his heart each time. "I loved you. I do love you…I will love you always. Every day."

He turned his horse to you, glistening eyes mirrored by your own as he rode up along side you. He removed one of his gloves to reach out and hold your cheek in his hand, thumb wiping a tear from beneath your eye gently.

You would never let yourself cry again.

"So many things I should've done different," for everything that was happening, Arthur sounded at peace with what he had chosen, content with all that he was leaving in the world as long as it included you. "I don't know what happens when we die, but I know if this…all this shit in life…ain't it for us…I'll be waitin' for you."

He released your face to reach for your hand, raising it to his lips in one final kiss. With that, you watched Arthur Morgan set off on his final ride.

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deadchildsuperhero · 2 years

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I love when Danny Fenton is absolutely horrifying to anyone that lives outside of Amity park. Like everyone that knows Danny thinks he's a small, cute, kinda akward cinnamon roll, but when outsiders see him it's just an cryptic, eldrich monstrosity imposing as a child.

He stares at you and it's like you're stuck in a nightmare you'll never get out off. Those aquatic blue eyes feel like the deepest, darkest part of the ocean and you're drowning in them and suffocating.

He says something completely normal but you can't help but fliching, like there's static lacing his voice and a certain sharpness with every word He says. He continues talking but you feel like there's hundreds of fingers scratching chalk boards at the same time.

He looks completely fine, handsome even. But you can't help but feel unnerved. You look closer and see things unearthly, like how his teeth are to sharp; How his ears are a bit to pointy; how his skin looks far too pale and how they still say cool even in the hottest summers(not the normal kind of cool, an....unnerving kind of cold.); how his pupils are like a cat's, in the right conditions thin as a slit, like a snake's but even more dangerous somehow; How his hair seem to move on their own, even when there's no wind at all,it still flows a, soft, unearthly way.

He doesn't breath, he doesn't blink, he doesn't move, it's like he's a statue. He stands next to you and it's like the air goes cold, like all the sound and all the colour disappears. Like you've been thrown into a endless pit of suffering where the only thing to do is await your inevitable death. Then he leaves, and everything's fine again.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #I love creepy Danny so much #Let him scare the shit out off outsiders please #Like he just wanted to ask if this guy was ok #And the guy just immediately gets down on his knees and pleads him not to drag him to the deepest part of hell #Danny just wanted to ask if he was ok #Amity park residents just wondering what's wrong with the outsider #They don't realise smoll tiny Danny Fenton is a cryptic monstrosity

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The more I think about it the more I see that Eclipse truly cares about Sun a lot...

Cause I realized that many things that Eclipse said to Old Moon seemed as if he was standing up on Sun's behalf cause Sun was unable to. And also I think that Eclipse tried to show Sun that he can get angry and has those "bad" desires because he wanted Sun to realize that he ain't that weak. And Eclipse often said to Sun that he always listens to Moon and he seemed to want to know Sun's opinion because he wants Sun to stand up for himself, to not be scared of Moon.

I've seen people saying that Eclipse was jealous of Sun.. but I think that it's only a fraction of to why Eclipse "hates" Sun. I think that Eclipse doesn't hate Sun. He just hates that Sun was always so kind and forgiving to Old Moon despite the abuse. And let's not forget that Eclipse not only was stuck in Sun's head unable to do anything but he also had to watch how Old Moon was abusing Sun and he couldn't stop it. I get it that he wanted revenge for being abandoned but Eclipse was definitely traumatised by witnessing the abuse first hand.. like he had first seats to this awful show.. and he was unable to stop it for months. He could only watch.

That's why I think that Eclipse didn't want to take Old Moon's offer of a body.. because he was terrified of Old Moon. He most definitely thought that Old Moon would abuse him as well.

Also I think that Eclipse cares for Sun also because he's part Moon and we know that Moon cared about Sun. And also I think that Eclipse despite thinking that Sun's kindness and forgivness is equal to being weak he wanted that. He wanted to experience that. He wanted Sun's kindness. That's why I think that he built Lunar to be more like Sun. And that's why it hurt him so much when Lunar betrayed him. Because Sun wouldn't. Because Sun still cared about Old Moon despite everything. Sun never left Old Moon.

Also what if Eclipse wanted to show Sun that maybe Old Moon didn't care that much.. I mean that he wanted to show Sun that he shouldn't let Old Moon abuse him.. cause Eclipse told Sun that Old Moon isn't Sun's brother anymore when he pretended to be computer or he told Sun that Old Moon wouldn't care if Eclipse killed Sun..

We could see that Eclipse was shocked by Sun's reactions in both situations.. which I think only shows us that Eclipse doesn't understand what is going on in Sun's head..

He desparately tries to help Sun but unintentionally he makes things worse.. which is truly tragic..

And what if I told you that maybe Sun's death that Eclipse foresaw won't be Moon's fault? Because what if Eclipse said that it'll be Moon's fault because he thinks that when Sun suffers it definitely have to be Moon's fault cause it was always like that? Because Moon was "always worse"..

I think that Sun won't die because of Moon or Moon's actions.. cause look at Moon now. He tries his best. He apologized to Eclipse on Old Moon's behalf. He tries to be better to Sun and keep an eye on him. He doesn't run away from everyone when things get bad - he's grieving with his family.. I bet Old Moon wouldn't be like that..

I think that Sun's death (or coma or whatever but you get what I mean) is inevitable and it'll be an eye opener for everyone (definitely for fans) who still doesn't take seriously Old Moon's abuse towards Sun. Because Sun has most of his issues if not all because of Old Moon. Sun suffers from serious mental disorder most definitely from trauma caused by Old Moon.

Another thing is that I can't wait when Eclipse will talk with Sun. And because I was thinking about how this Eclipse parallels New Moon.. maybe Eclipse will apologize.. But to whom he'll apologize first, idk.. I wish he could apologize to Sun first but who knows..

But tl;dr I think that Eclipse cares about Sun very deeply.

Also I forgot.. I really think that that one person who wrote a comment on YT that Eclipse may cry for the first time if Sun would die might be true.. I really think that Sun's death would break Eclipse's defenses completely..

#sun and moon show #sams #sams eclipse #sams sun #sams moon #tw abuse #tw character death

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atreus is 14 in gowr, since he was 11 in the previous game. i think it's disheartening to hear from adults who wanted to be understood, seen, or be able to walk their own paths as kids don't seem to hold the same compassion for children in general. 'WHY are they so impatient ugh i hate kids 🙄' like... these are children still figuring it out bro calm down maybe. you're a grown adult. also i don't think the game was implying that atreus has become an 'adult' by the end, but it signifies that he's about to become his own person during his countless journies to come. this is something that has been ordained to him, and he has to do it without his father. but to do that, kratos had to let go (a reocurring theme - letting go; think brok and sindri. gryla when confronted by angrboda. freya and her vengeance.) this is no small feat for kratos of course, like that's his only son his only blood. he had something to life for after so many years of wanting to die - and now that very thing is leaving him.

i think that in the universe of gow, the children don't have any other choice than growing up faster, getting big responsibilities on their shoulders. i'm thinking of atreus wanting finding out about the jötnar in other worlds and possibly more about faye's coup, angrboda growing up without her parents, not knowing where she's going to end up because of fate/prophecies, literally the souls of her people trusted to her. thrud who grew up with father being an alcoholic and her messed up family, now has incredibly big shoes to fill with her wielding mjolnir. skjöldr might seem like a regular guy but he and his family moved from midgard to asgard, leaving his childhood home behind. and by the end he's already delegating and started to take on the role of a leader (on par of him becoming the king of denmark in the future). you see this happen and realize they are just... children. but their world is so unforgiving, not giving them the time or space to be carefree. so i am excited to see what else santa monica is gonna cook up for the sequels. that or Bring Me My Son Back I Miss Him I Cannot Handle This Empty Nest DLC.

People's reactions to Atreus in Ragnarök were extremely telling. Of course he was going to act rash and be a bit secretive, especially since Kratos was not handling this well at all. I don't think any of the adults were except for Brok, especially when Freya and Mimir and Odin/Tyr ganged up on Atreus over Garm. He already felt bad about it and wanted to make things right. They were doing exactly what Odin wanted and that was drive Atreus to him. I was frustrated for Atreus on his behalf because I also know Kratos was being a hypocrite. You can't go on about trust and keeping secrets while not telling Atreus the actual truth about what happened in Greece.

If Kratos doesn't tell Atreus about Calliope, someone else will, and that's gonna be a disaster.

Atreus is going to make mistakes on his own, as teenagers do as they try to figure out the world. Even though Odin has a brutal lesson, he is still vulnerable to trusting people who don't have the best intentions because he's still young and on his own for the first time in his life. I think Kratos and Freya and Mimir know that and they're prepared for it because it's a natural part of growing up and they love him unconditionally. No matter what, Atreus always has a home and family. I would be disappointed if Atreus didn't make an Oppsie-Poopsie at some point and they act like his development is over. His story is really just beginning.

Now, how gamers will react to Atreus inevitably fumbling is something I worry about because they hate teenagers. Atreus is a good kid, though. He has his moments like all kids do, but he's a really good kid and a testament to how much Kratos has changed and also Faye's parenting. He's compassionate and won't stand to watch suffering, he's very intuitive and loves to learn, and confident (sometimes to a fault). He's going to encounter all sorts of people, and inevitably encounter gods, on his journey, and some will try to take advantage of him.

I'm also really worried that it will be Kratos indirectly that causes him major problems because uh... Kratos is not exactly the most liked guy. He has a bit of a deserved reputation. Now, Atreus might not think that, and the new Norse pantheon like him, but he could get in a lot of trouble for saying who his father is. Maybe I'm being overprotective, but he's literally wearing a piece of the Ghost of Sparta's loincloth as, like, sash.

#god of war #gow ragnarok #atreus #kratos #oh god he's going to walk into egypt or rome or greece wearing that sash oh my god-#i worry for atreus he's my little guy #i just want him to be okay :(#i know he has to do this but i wish angrboda went with him i would feel better if she was there

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Why did bluestar give away her kits if she knew they were the solution (so to speak)? If she knows Thistleclaw is gonna be a tyrant via prophecy why doesn't she speak up? Is Goosefeather still plagued by The Visions? I mean iirc Goosefeather could see the future by touching someone, why didn't Thunderclan see this as a huge bonus?

Why did Bonefall Bluestar give up her kits if they were destined to defeat Thistleclaw all along?

Because they are her children, and she is their mother.

Stand back as they grow up in a hardened Clan, accused of being halfclan? As Thistleclaw causes the people she loves to get torn into shreds in bloody battle disputes? How many bodies will she bury before Mosslight prevails?

Mosslight is the hero of destiny, but what of her other two children? Will they die before seeing Thistleclaw dethroned? She looks to the future and imagines what the Clan will look like by the time it's saved, and no matter what she envisions... it's not the ThunderClan she loves.

For Rosetail and Thrushpelt who deserve long and peaceful lives, for her Forget-me-Nots in the Clans who would find war waged against them, for her children threatened to suffer for the sake of some ridiculous prophecy, she would pull the moon from the night sky so Thistlestar can't reach the sun.

If she knows Thistleclaw is gonna be a tyrant via prophecy why doesn't she speak up?

Goosefeather is committed to carrying out his visions to the letter. His own sister Moonflower was fated to die in a raid, and he obeyed. He knew from the offset that the WindClan raid was pointless and commanded it anyway.

So how would Bluestar even go about that? Goosefeather wants Thistlestar. She's lucky she's Sunstar's apprentice, and she's even luckier that she's Tawnyspot's son's best friend. How would it look if she started raving that Thistleclaw would be a tyrant, like a lunatic?

She has to be careful, and she can't sound the alarm because there isn't one.

Is Goosefeather still plagued by The Visions?

Yes, but he is dedicated to them. Like an elephant calf with a stake in the ground, Goosefeather learned his lesson about defying fate during the Great Hunger. He firmly believes it only causes more heartache and pain.

The truth about these visions that they aren't always commands. They're just glimpses into the predetermined future. StarClan doesn't necessarily want these things to pass, they just... do.

After Mosskit dies in the snow and Bluestar assumes power, the thread of fate is so shredded that the visions halt. What was a powerful river is now a delta of branching choices, a thousand paths and Goosefeather can never again tell where they will flow.

...This is upsetting, to him. He spent his whole life carrying out visions of the future, got his sister killed, dedicated himself to putting a tyrant into power, and Bluestar broke it. Just, casually shattered it. After everything. After every pain he'd been through.

What was an inevitability to him was a choice for her. That is extremely painful. I don't think he really recovers from it, dying shortly after.

The last appearance I have planned for him is by voting to save Bluestar during her StarClan trial, one of the few that are committed to this. It offers a glimpse of hope that people's minds can change, even though her odds don't look good in the beginning.

(this trail ends up going so well for Bluestar that Thistleclaw and many of his supporters leave heaven in anger.)

#Bluestar's Flowers #Forget-me-not AU #Bonefall Rewrite #Bonefall Bluestar #Bonefall Goosefeather

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aoiraincoat · 2 years

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I hate how DMMd good endings just say "they're okay now, they're safe now, let's be realistic – there won't be a toothrotting fluffy future, but at least none of them will have to face all the terrors of their past, it's gonna be fine"

And then in the drama CDs it's like "forget what I just said"

It's more or less okay with Ren, even with Mink (although we know for sure that the ghost of his past will always follow both him and Aoba, they have to accept it and move on)

But the other three.

Koujaku still suffers from depression, and we can see him actually going through an episode, hiding away from his friends and found family in his apartment, losing weight, being tired and restless. Going to the mainland to visit his mother's grave with Aoba helps, breaking down and crying in Aoba's arms helps, but it's also clear that it won't dissapear this easily, not anytime soon.

Clear has to face his mortality/immortality conflict and existentional crisis again. His body is malfunctioning and slowly deteriorating, and transfering his conscience into an Alfa's body is too high of a risk, it merely can cost him his self. So he has to get a bit cruel on Aoba to see if he would be actually willing to die, if Clear's own death was inevitable. And only then he decides to do it – to stand against his fears – for Aoba (who's abandonment trauma and fear of losing his loved ones are triggered all over again). But even so, their main conflict is still there and always will be.

And then there's Noiz. It was obvious since the main game's ending, that his condition wasn't the reason why in the first place. The problem wasn't in him. It never was. It's that his parents needed a tool to engage their ambitions, not a child with will and needs of their own. It could be any other "imperfection", and they would take it as an apology for neglect and abuse. If not inability to experience touch and pain and physical empathy, then neurodivergence or queerness, or just their child's unwillingness to be their extension and not their own person. He's always been able to show care and compassion, and he didn't need a high level of empathy for it. But that never mattered. And what happens in the drama CD just proves it. And as if that wasn't frustrating enough, the plot just forces Noiz back into the environment that gave him his worst trauma, back into rejection and abuse, because who cares if you gained a sence of touch if you're dating a man. And all of it happens when Aoba isn't there and can't do anything about it.

Thank you, Nitro+Chiral, I hate you

#dramatical murder #dmmd #Clear #Noiz #Koujaku #Aoba

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The moments of realisation that hit you when re-watching this show are brutal.

Like the moment where Vegas speaks about taking care of the hedgehogs, and all of them dying.

The moment where he speaks about the last one, and how "He still left me, too."

How "I didn't even get to name him.", because if he didn't name him, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much when he died.

How everything he's ever tried to take care of, except Macau, has died. And that he must be terrified that something will happen to Macau, too.

When he says "Everything that I love has left me.", and you realise he's just waiting for that to happen to everyone in his life that he even remotely cares about.

How you realise that, maybe, this is why Vegas tried so hard to treat Pete like a pet at first.

Maybe, this is why he kept calling Pete a pet. "You are such a good pet of the main family."

Perhaps, it's why he tried to make Pete eat from a pet bowl.

Because if Pete was 'just' a pet, like the hedgehogs he's cared for, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much if he died.

But when he sees that Pete might actually die, he panics.

He crumbles, because he's scared he'll lose Pete, just as easily as those hedgehogs.

When he calls Pete's name, no longer calling him a pet of any kind, shaking his arm, tapping his face. Because Pete is so much more than a pet.

How Vegas dresses Pete's wounds, gives him medicine, speaks to him softly.

How he makes him hot food, in a proper bowl with proper utensils, and even eats some of it himself, to not only prove that it isn't poisoned, but to show that it's a bowl he's willing to eat from. That it isn't something he'd give to a pet.

How he's completely fine with Pete having a book to read, until Pete says something that makes him lash out.

How he gave Pete a chance to escape, to leave him, instead of dying under his hands, like all his hedgehogs. Like the one he holds in his hands when he leaves him the key.

The way he sits like his strings have been cut, mourning the last hedgehog, and knows that Pete will be gone by the time he's brushed himself off and gone back inside.

Because "Everything that I love has left me."

Except Pete.

Because Pete doesn't, no, can't leave Vegas while he's suffering.

He was given the perfect opportunity to leave, to go back to the main family, to escape Vegas.

And instead of grasping that opportunity with both hands, he stays. He sees Vegas, alone and in mourning, and decides that he can't leave him.

He gives Vegas an ear, lends his metaphorical shoulder to cry on, because he wants to help ease his suffering.

He sits with Vegas as he gives the hedgehog a little funeral, handing him flowers to lay atop the grave. (If I'm not mistaken, the flowers are plumeria flowers, which have various meanings, one of them being new beginnings.)

When Vegas stands and walks away, Pete follows.

Pete says he doesn't know why he didn't run away, but I don't believe that. I don't think Vegas really believes that, either.

And Vegas opens up to Pete. He tells him about the hedgehogs, about his battle to care for them and keep them alive, and how he failed. How they died over, and over, and over. How he doesn't have any left. How he didn't name the last one, because maybe it would hurt less when that one died too.

He tells Pete how he's always measured against the main family, against Kinn, and found lacking. How, no matter what he does, his efforts will never be noticed, never be given the same weight.

Pete tries to comfort him, tries to stop him from hurting himself.

We're then gifted with an absolute masterpiece of a sex scene, which I'm far from qualified to properly gush about. Plenty of other people have written amazing things about it, so I'll leave it to them.

But after? When Vegas is left staring at Pete, who smiles, giddy and satisfied?

Vegas is coming to the realisation that he's completely and utterly fucked.

Because Vegas thought he could keep enough distance between them that Pete's inevitable escape wouldn't hurt, that if Pete happened to die it wouldn't be a big deal.

But it was never going to work. Pete already got under his skin long before that, Vegas already cared too much, there was no way he could have made it easier on himself.

Vegas realises, right here in this moment, that when Pete inevitably leaves him, it's going to hurt so much more than he ever imagined. That if Pete dies, it's going to utterly destroy him.

And you realise it, too.

#excuse me while i cry #why did i do this to myself #thanks for the heartbreak #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #coconuts mafia

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Hello, i finally had another dream!

All happened in a weird white void, and in there Michael was on his knees and hugging a lifeless Raphael, with Uriel's corpse also just behind him, there was no blood.

In front of Michael there was the fully standing lucifer (in his rebellion form) just looking at the kneeling angel.

It was heavily implied lucifer was the one who attacked, also Gabriel's body was nowhere to be found, but he sometimes appeared instead of luci.

I like to think this is a nightmare Michael tends to have after he has accepted Gabriel as a demon, but before he finally archieves inner peace.

As if the prince thinks all he's experiencing is too good to be true.

eats up this symbolism bc it essentially sums up the whole of michael's internal state by the time of the au...he absolutely blames himself for the fate of his brothers, and he believes he has completely failed his family with their destruction now only a matter of time. lucifer is representative of this core failure, in two senses - he was the first victim he could never save, and after the countless years of lies michael has been fed about him, he represents intrinsic evil he has no power against. because gabriel was in some way weak in his faith, michael had stayed close by him to bolster him with his own unwavering loyalty to god, while gabriel in turn often pulled michael back from the edge when he was going too far. but now, in michael's foolish absence, he has lost him the exact same way he had lost lucifer and now gabriel suffers a very similar fate to the former prince of heaven. everything surrounding lucifer has become a nightmare to michael, the war and his loss severely traumatic but the intervening gaslighting done to distort his memory of lucifer making him vile and horrific in michael's eyes. so he's constantly torn apart inside over it, retaining still the love he once had in some untainted form but everything around it so corrupted he doesn't know why he loves lucifer. this constant confusion is part of the reason why he decides to be so harsh with gabriel - he can't trust his own love, so he looks only at what he sees in front of him. fallen. a demon. evil. it simplifies the process, but makes it no less internally devastating to carry out. and he must control gabriel, as lucifer must be controlled, because if they're not, he stands to lose everything. his love and his mismanagement in taking over lucifer's office will bring it all to ruin, gabriel has now gone and raphael and uriel are left entirely vulnerable if michael gives in to any weakness or hesitation. yet...he feels it is inevitable. it will come to pass. his love makes him waver and give in to gabriel as a demon, causing one horrible dread to be replaced with another. he was never meant for this, and he doesn't know how to save anyone anymore.

#michael genuinely trusts NONE of his own emotions #that's why he operates the way he does. all of his feelings are treacherous #he could only do right in taking over lucifer's throne by operating directly to the letter of god's law #because he believes without question that his emotions and judgment is tainted #THANKS FOR THIS it's very VERY on point for mike!!!#and really let me word this bc i haven't gotten to the root of his trauma til now uwaah #cake answers #michael #rise and fall au #gaslighting tw

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Okay, chapter 208 of "Vinland Saga". I have to say I'm a little disappointed in this chapter, and it goes back to my main criticism of "Vinland Saga" in general, which is that it tends toward easy, convenient resolution to problems for the sake of the story's themes.

This chapter focuses on Cordelia, mostly through flashbacks with her mother, and at the end of the whole thing, after getting shot with dozens on arrows in the back, she somehow finds the strength to stand up and block the door to Thorfinn and Gurdrid's house and repel the attack by the Lnu through nothing but intimidation. My problem with this whole thing is, not only is it stupidly unrealistic (remember, Thors got shot full of arrows at the beginning of this story and died as a result of his wounds, and we know that Thors was infinitely stronger than Thorkill, Cordelia's father), but it also does away completely with the tension that's been building over the last, several chapters of Thorfinn's family being put in peril by the Lnu attack, and what that might lead to in regards to Thorfinn's ability to stay true to his oath of non-violence, specifically, his vow never to kill again.

It's convenient that Cordelia is able to repel the Lnu's attack without having to resort to violence herself. We're meant to believe that she's so strong, that spears and arrows topped by stone arrowheads can't pierce her flesh, and so all she has to do is stand there to prevent an attack upon Thorfinn's family. I really don't buy this, man. And that's what I mean when I say "Vinland Saga", for as much as I love it (and I do) tends to lose me sometimes because of it's over-reliance on convenient, implausible solutions to mounting tension and predicaments.

Of course, I don't think this is the end of the conflict. Not by a long shot. The Lnu are still in Arnheid's village, and are still seemingly hellbent on acquiring iron weapons. And we know Ivar and the rest of his group are headed their way. A confrontation between the two groups is clearly inevitable, and no doubt people are going to die.

I'm just a little disappointed that it seemed like a situation was being built toward that would truly test Thorfinn's resolve to remain a pacifist, only to have that situation immediately resolved in a way that's simply too convenient and relies too much on suspension of disbelief to be believable. These kinds of moments in "Vinland Saga", in which the theme of resolving conflict through non-violence becomes more important than the story itself, are what keep it from being truly great at times. It wants to push its agenda so hard that sometimes the actual story-telling suffers as a result. It drains it of tension, it drains it of drama and even emotion. And that sucks. Because when "Vinland Saga" DOES hit those emotional beats properly, and presents its themes and story in a more realistic way, it's one of the best manga's I've ever read. It's just, you can feel Yukimura struggling sometimes between telling a truly great, compelling story, but wanting to force that story to fit his theme of pacifism, rather than force the theme to fit the story. You can show that pacifism is better than violence without solving every conflict through non-violence. Violence is always a tragedy, but it can't always be avoided. That's something "Vinland Saga" sometimes refuses to acknowledge in its quest to promote pacifism, and it can pitch the story from the territory of serious drama to cartoonish idealism, which is always incredibly jarring.

I also felt this chapter derailed the latest arc's momentum somewhat by only focusing on Cordelia and not showing us Thorfinn at all. I wanted to see how he's fairing in the woods against the other tribes. It was a short chapter, though, so hopefully we'll get to see that in the next.

I also am still highly anticipatory over what's going to happen between Thorfinn and Einar. I said in my last post, about chapter 207, that it felt to me like a conflict was brewing between the two of them, that they were being set at odds with one another, and that it felt to me like it might come down to a situation in which Einar chooses to side with Ivar and his group against Thorfinn. We know Einar isn't amenable to the idea of leaving Vinland, that he feels them having to leave isn't right or fair, given all the hard work they've put in to building a community, etc... That the choice shouldn't be up to Thorfinn alone. I think it would be brilliant if the outbreak of war were to tear Thorfinn and Einar apart. It's through things like THAT in which the tragedy of violence can be demonstrated. Can you imagine? Thorfinn has already lost so much due to war and violence. If he were to lose his first and closest friend to it, not through Einar being killed (though that could also still happen) but through the simple existence of hostility between groups of people, that would really drive home just how awful war and violence is. That it could tear two people who were once inseparable apart.

Anyway, hopefully the next chapter is more interesting. Yukimura has been on a roll these past, several months with this arc. I'm hoping it doesn't wrap up in a nice, neat bow like some of the previous ones have, where nothing of consequence is really lost. We'll see.

#Vinland Saga #chapter 208 #spoilers #thorfinn karlsefni

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I'm sorry I know it's been more than three hours but I'm still deep in my feels about totk and literally crying at the fact that Link, deeply hurt Link dropped the Master Sword and jumped into the void to try to catch and save Zelda, I'm so unwell about this, excuse me...

After everything these children have been throught, the fact that their friends and families died, the kingdom came to ruin, Link died and woke up an hundred years later, had to fix a past he doesn't remember and fight for a better future while trying to piece back his own memories and identity, meanwhile Zelda was imprisoned and had to fought against a monster all alone for so long while grieving but still trying to be hopeful that Link might wake up someday without any certainty... And the fact that they were already both suffering because of their destiny even before the tragedy hit, and thinking that at the end of botw they thought they could finally be free and heal, finally gain back their lifes and get to experience the freedom they never had like the teenagers they are...

But no ganondorf is still here and everything they went throught, the time and peoples they have lost, the suffering, sacrifices, and destruction were all for nothing ! And just that fact alone is enough to break my heart but it doesn't end there, Link gets deeply hurt, adding more scars to the ones he already has especially the ones that killed him an hundred years ago (according to Robbie they are visible), but he stands up to ganondorf like he stood in front of the guardians in the blatchery plain, because Link will fight till his last breath especially to protect Zelda, but Zelda falls and he literally drops his most precious weapon in hope to join and save her, and then zelda begs to save him? (the "lend him your power" thing) because Zelda would do everything to save him like she did in these fields an hundred years ago... These children would do anything for each other and the worst is that they will probably get separated again, and who knows what will happen to Zelda...

Also seeing hyrule which got the time to heal and thrive in the last hundred years, dear beloved hyrule in which Link spent so long adventuring in, in such a state of ruins and despair hurts.

Botw felt like hope, freshness and somehow innocence, a slow, almost kind and sweet rebirth after tragedy, the turning of a new page while still honoring the past, almost like moving on and healing while the scars are still there but slowly fading, not hiding them but rebuilding and growing around those scars... But now totk seems more like despair, and the inevitably of tragedy, of this endless cycle of suffering the three protagonists are stuck in, that they can do anything, fight throught countless lifetimes like the hero and princess before them, they can't escape fate, it will still catch them up and this curse won't break nor end, and even Zelda is not so sure that they will be able to stop ganondorf this time.... idk we still don't know much about the story but it's some things I've felt watching all these trailers even thought the adventures in the sky and all the past elements, with the ancients tunics etc seems more joyful...

Anyway I spiraled a lot as you can see, it's so long and I didn't make much sense like my broken English but I needed to talk about this, I'm so sorry haha... But my point is that Link and Zelda are literally two children all alone at the center of all these tragedies, burdened by their fates and the responsibility of saving hyrule and everyone, but they got each others and would do anything for one another and if they don't at least hug or hold hands in totk I would be sad.

Same anon as that long ask from before, I just realised but Link might have jump after her also because he didn't want her to be alone, he didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to be separated again, that at least this time they stay together whatever danger awaits them... this is giving big percabeth fall into the tartarus vibes and I'm still crying about zelink....

Don't worry, I understood you perfectly and agree with everything. I AM SO SAD!!! The first game is all about how even after apocalypse there is beauty, there is a second chance, Zelda is constantly telling you she believes in you and so is the world itself,,,, so seeing Hyrule all dark and empty and littered with unknown objects and hearing Zelda saying she doesn't think there's much chance this time FLOORED me. I mean yay, a sequel, but also MY EMOTIONS HURT. They were supposed to be safe!!!! She was supposed to feel good about her lack of power because for the first time it didn't matter if she had it!!!! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO WALK IN STEP WITH HER INSTEAD OF SEVERAL STEPS BACK BECAUSE THEY WERE NO LONGER THE PRINCESS AND HER KNIGHT!!!!!! He jumped after her.....................

#eernask #eernanon #eernask talk loz #it's always funny when people apologize for broken english like honey english is my third language i didnt notice any mistakes at ALL

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bahbzxxx · 1 year

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Corrupt!!! Venti au

✧ I did this in one sitting so bear with me please✧

Imagine if Venti had like…some type of corruption cycle or something. Like Werewolves and a full moon?

Like, you know how the spiral abyss changes every so often? I forget how many days it is…but what if, every few cycles…Venti’s corruption comes out, and he becomes a vigilante storm -terror like figure and unleashes a storm at night, and it varies on how long it lasts and the severity. Still, after every time, Mondstadt faces pollution in the form of abyssal residue, which attracts more monsters. Due to much research and assistance from Liyue, getting rid of such problem spots is possible due to lumenspar, but it’s only so limited. Thinking that it will help, Mondstadt lets in more protection in the form of the Fatui…with more Harbingers cycling through Mondstadt.

The people don’t really know what is happening-they just assume that they made Lord Barbatos angry, but when there is a routine in storms…it just becomes the new normal. Jean and Diluc know, however, that this isn’t right. Especially since Venti, beloved bard of Mondstadt, has been gone for years. They pray the traveler will come back and help…but the traveler hasn’t come around in a long, long time.

Though Venti doesn’t have the power to just…get rid of this issue obviously, his management of this curse can determine the outcome of a flare-up.

Option 1: let the cycle flow normally. Storms are naturally more frequent and come every few moon cycles, but they are typically less severe. The symptoms will worsen under certain circumstances( Aka ties with Harbingers/fatui(mainly due to abyss order control and proximity), but as long as he listens to cues in his body and mind, he can make it manageable. During this time, Venti typically secludes himself within Stormterrors lair the entire phase with wind barrier up to keep as much out of the city as he can. It typically takes him half of a phase to snap out of it, but it can vary. This way is not as taxing on him, but the guilt eats him alive that he can no longer keep Mondstadt storm free as he once was able to…

Option 2: He can stave it off for some time. But every time he does this, it just makes things worse. There comes a point when he will simply lose control, and it’s inevitable that all of mondstadt will suffer greatly. However, in a period where he is holding the abyssal buildup in, Mondstadt is thriving. There’s less danger, and everything is just how it should be. People are just happier, and Venti doesn’t want to see them upset by another storm-so he holds it in for their sake…Everytime he does this, even when the storm has passed, he will still be extremely corrupt. Hell become dangerous, and even the city will face abyssal sludge on top of a huge storm. Even after, it will be storming non-stop for another entire spiral abyss cycle. Everytime he does this, he will lose more control over his corruption, even if he follows the normal cycle again.

Venti will appear more monster-like than anything- think defiled statue, but extremely terrifying.

Idk- this is just an idea. I really can't stand the theory of Venti being corrupt all this time and it slowly taking over him in game, but it's such an interesting concept and im obsessed with it at the same time. I made this version so he can deal with it, but obviously it's gonna have repercussions.

#venti headcanons #venti #venti the bard #abyss genshin #corrupt Venti #mondstadt #genshin #genshin impact #genshin au #cringe #traveler is done #stormterror #corrupt Barbatos #lord barbatos #beloved of the anemo archon #the abyss #k

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einsteinsugly · 10 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/creativepromptsforwriting/723831121033510912/four-word-sentences

#9 for J/H!

September 2039. The Ties That Bind.

"Say you love me, Steven. Say you really care about me, after everything..."

The memory fades away, slipping through her fingers. He's sickly and pale, but not gone. Not yet.

"Steven, you know I don't want you to suffer."

He subtly nods, as Jackie drops a little pill in his hand, ravaged by the hands of time.

"I do, more than anything. I love you, Jackie." He awkwardly shuffles his hands in his pockets. "I'm so fucking stupid."

"We can never break the ties that bind, remember?" Despite the extreme passage of time, her hands are still smooth, as she caresses his waiting cheeks. "No matter how much I wanted to. No matter how much you deserved it."

"I was lucky you took me back," He mutters, with a glimmer of hope in his cloudy blue eyes, "After all I put you through."

"I made you work for it." She dramatically sighs, mindlessly toying with a golden locket draped around her neck. "Nobody puts me in a corner and gets away with it."

He nods, as if he's heard it a million times before. And he probably has. "You always remind me."

Tears inevitably fill her eyes. "I won't be able to, not anymore. Even if the ties will always bind us together forever..."

"You pushed me away, and...I tried to walk tough, and push you away, but I can't." The tears readily flow, as her youthful hand collapses into his. "You've really proved yourself, and you've escaped the darkness."

"I ain't becomin' like Bud and Edna." He pulls her close, caressing her stained cheeks. "I won't let it happen."

She stands on her tiptoes, and kisses his temple. "I love you too much to let that happen, puddin."

In turn, Hyde nervously fiddles with the pill in his hand. "I don't want to see me escape into the darkness. Even if I won't let that fuckin' brain cancer take me, death's an ugly thing."

The floodgates finally burst, and ever so reluctantly, she honors his wishes. Closing the door, and sealing a far more favorable fate.

#that 70s show #that 90s show #jackie and hyde #jackie burkhart #steven hyde #my ficlets #my fics #my heart is aching writing this omg

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