I will never forget the time I was playing through Limbus Company Canto 4 and I was fighting Dongrang(The distortion fight specifically) and I saw one second of the victory screen before the servers went down for maintenance and I HAD TO DO THE WHOLE THING AGAIN. This screenshot should sum it up(Sinc is my buddy Amia, that's my nickname for them in Discord)
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Dinner date with Arthur the Ranger 🌲☕💕
Our main marriage options were a flop since the bear and the Hermit were females and Cami is hetero. Arthur and Camila showed to have super strong chemistry since minute 1 and you know what? I gave in. They are dating now.
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it's 3 am so no one will see this, but over the least 2 months I've been receiving a lot of kind messages, been making new friends and generally been having a lot of positive interactions with others on here and I just wanted to say thank you to everyone =))
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he who conquers shadows black
pairing: implied sun wukong | monkey king/liu er mihou | six-eared macaque
words: 479
rating: teen, possibly mature for violent content
a/n: i finally decided to suck it up and try to write macaque’s death scene. i don’t know if i did it justice. warnings for blood, character death, and violence. everything you’d expect with a death scene. i’m also on ao3. enjoy.
“Come on, Wukong!”
The air is rich with the stink of blood. Macaque sways and stumbles, tripping over the curves of his own heels as if drunk on his fury. His lips split and laughter bursts from his throat, deep with mania. Wukong hates himself for ever having missed the sound.
“Stop holding out on me. You can do better than this. Your power isn’t a curse—it’s a gift.”
“Leave this place.” Grant me this kindness at least, he thinks. Don’t let them take you from me too.
Macaque’s hand trembles as it closes around his staff, the one Wukong had carved from the very dark that bore him. Wukong’s hand squeezes around its twin, and it glimmers in the setting sun, mockingly divine. His legs buckle beneath him, sorrow weighing heavy as a mountain on his limbs. He sinks his teeth into it and buries it deep. He hopes he will choke on it.
They’re swept up into a dizzying blur of blood and blows. Macaque is sloppy, sick with hysteria, and Wukong fights desperately against the pull of his muscles. The grass is thin with the scars of their battle. It would feast well tonight, greedily drinking the red that would spill. He raises his arm, hefts his cudgel like a spear, and prays to any god that will listen in hopes it will not catch. He should have known better. He had never been heaven’s favorite.
Macaque screams. It rips through the air and into the chambers of his heart.
Do not let him suffer, he tells himself, as he drags his body to sit atop Macaque’s writhing form. Claws sink into his flesh, and he lets them tear. He deserves to be bled raw.
“You can’t kill me,” Macaque chokes out. His cudgel slides from the gape in his eye, red spills like wine. “I mean—I mean it’s me. I’m all you have left.”
He tries to be gentle as his hand slips behind Macaque’s head. He hates that Macaque does not fight him, only clings to him like a babe to its mother.
“Wukong.” He is clawing in earnest now. Thick gold oozes between his dirt-encrusted fingers. He had told Wukong it was beautiful once; how he bled the nectar from the sun. It drips onto Macaque’s face, rusting. There is no beauty in it now. “You can’t kill me,” he whimpers. “You—you gave me my name. Remember?” Those six ears spread pitifully, wilting like a waning wedelia. I remember everything, he thinks. It would be a mercy if he didn’t. He thumbs the soft flesh of their shells, and raises his staff.
“I’m sorry.”
When Macaque’s chest is no longer quivering, Wukong allows his limp body to sink into the earth. He kisses cold hands and weeps. There is no point in wanting to follow him to the below. Wukong is already dead.
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Henry: "You mentioned that sometimes you can love and love and love someone, and no matter what you do, they don't love you back. Well sometimes, you can love and love and love someone who isn't good to you, and no matter how bad they are, you still love them."
(Episode 13: Terry Jr. and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Dad)
The unintentional foreshadowing of this quote kills me. Was absolutely smacked in the face with dramatic irony when relistening to this episode.
Of course Henry would say this. It's such an excellent thing for him to say, because loving the world and everyone in it is the core of his character. He explicitly tells Lark and Sparrow to love everyone like they love each other, on the precipice of a major battle with someone who defined Henry's misery.
Henry loves so, so much, to the point of tearing himself apart.
Because eventually, what Henry describes to Ron, happens to him. Someone he loves with his whole soul doesn't (CAN'T) love him back anymore. Someone he loves more than anything hurts him, in more ways then one.
But never, ever, will Henry be able to stop loving his son, no matter what.
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