#truly cannot remember

[revelisms]

Excerpt: Six Years

Vi wrestles with the realization of how much her sister has changed—and how many unwanted parallels she sees between Silco and their father. From a work-in-progress set after heron blue.

In some ways, she was still so familiar. Her perpetual nest of a living condition and geriatric sense of humor; her inability (refusal) to tend to her hair, herself. Yet, in so many ways, she's nothing like the girl Vi remembers. 

A shell. A stranger.

Jinx—a name that doesn't belong to her sister, that christens a girl who spits at the name Powder; whose body bares sinew and steel, wears yellowed stains at her chipped fingernails and speaks a drawl decades beyond her years—isn't a child, anymore. 

Eleven years, enmeshed in each others' days and nights; eleven, that Vi had always been with her. 

Powder's rock and shield. Powder's everything.  

Then the cannery had happened. Stillwater had happened. That monster had happened—

A monster whose gait she could pick out from a crowd: hears prowling over the floors now, above the jukebox and the metal tickings and her sister's self-directed rambling—a heavy-heeled th-thumping up the varnished steps, his coat a devil's whisper against the walls.

Vi steels herself. Beside her, Jinx prattles on. 

"Y'ever thought of fighting in a ring, sis?"

Th-thump, th-thumping over the dark floors.  

"You'd be the scrappiest scrapper in the Underground. Bet they'd call ya the Red Devil—or Lead Lettie—or Sourmouth Suckerpunch—"

She stares, unblinking, plastic squeezed beneath her thumb. Through the sliver of her sister's cracked door, a polish-slick boot wades through the shadows. Stills.  

"What you really need," Jinx says, with a lax crook of her screwdriver, "is a pair of Vandie's old gauntlets—that'll set'em right."

Vi swallows. The hall's dark devours the wraith on the other side of the door: shrouds all but the unearthly cat's-eye that tips over the leather at his shoulder, burning like a funeral pyre over a rotting corpse. 

"Yeah," she says, stiffly. Comb-teeth bite into her palm. "That's all I need."

His stare lingers—three-four-five beats—before it flits to the floor, trails over the blue tangled within her fingers, traces its mess back to the girl lounged beside her. Jinx stays worlds away in her tinkering, head lolled against the floor. She wrenches another screw into place.

"It's late," Jinx huffs, without needing a glance. "I know."

Silence, for a moment. Then Silco agrees, "It's late, indeed."

Jinx scowls. "One'ta talk."

If the shadows weren't playing a trick on her, Vi might have thought he'd smirked. But that bastard never smiled—never did anything but glare over his paperwork, around the vile plumes of his cigars: eyeing her hyena of a sister like a stray in need of a meal, and Vi like a bull ready to charge. 

Signing a blood-pact to his enterprise (their city's scheme for fiscal independence; her sister's unfathomable choice for a homestead) had done nothing in the way of trust. He'd taken an overseer's scrutiny to her, from the day she'd put her name in ink: a dead-eyed panopticon hounding her every waking hour, as though she'd never left that molding cell.

On one hand, a part of her reasoned, he had a right—sizing up her methods, as he would any new recruit; strategizing where best to slot her in the arteries of a drug-machine already years on the march. A more cynical thread knew he was laying his cards flat and playing the long game. Slouching back, idly, with eyes unblinking, to find any reason to put her under his heel.

She stares at the unmarred side of his face: a dim halo in a coal-blackened sea.

Eleven years that she'd been with Powder.

Six—nearly seven, now—that Jinx has had this snake at her side.

From the doorway, his shadow gravels, "I take it you'll be off soon." 

"Soon as the bell chimes." Jinx flits her wrist, pinkie-promise. "Not a rhyme later—cross my hearts and hope to snore."

Silco makes a low chuff at that: strange, quiet, bemused. A not-quite laugh, like Dad used to do. 

For a moment, a breath tangled in her throat, Vi sees him. 

He was tower of a man, thin as a string. His voice itched with smoke-pocked lungs and dreams that glittered like the stars. He kept chewing tobacco sweetened with cinnamon under his tongue, and he wore the mines on his clothes; gave hugs that made one's soul feel like it'd been wrapped in down-feathers; made the moonlight seem like nothing more than hand-sculpted glass: some beautiful thing he'd spooled on a thread and hung up there for all to see.

He'd been everything to her—her image of whistle-toothed optimism, her laughter, her guiding light—until he wasn't.

Freckles smattering her cheeks, her unruly hair the color of redmilk tea, a younger version of herself had shrieked over the idea of having to share her plates, pillows, toys with some snot-nosed little girl—a blue-haired, rambunctious, wailing thing—a sister. She'd stomped her feet and thrown fits over it. Told Dad, flat out: I don't wanna have her!

He'd stood slouched over her, hands bracketed at his thin waist, a glitter in his pale eyes, and chuffed. You'll do great, Lettie. His smile always pulled a touch crooked at one corner: a sincerity that, without fail, made her believe him. 

She'd always believed him, then. 

She was too young, too naïve not to.

Staring into an empty threshold, into a shadowed hall, a ghost of footsteps thudding down the dark floors, Vi fights to forget their father's voice. To block out the echo of a rasp no part of her wants to compare to it. To ignore the remnants of smoke on the air—tower of a man, thin as a string, heels heavy-footed from those damn mines—that belonged to a man she'd sooner wring the neck of. Wouldn't dare put in the same vein of everything their father was.

(Complicated. Self-loathing. Hellishly tempered. Kind.)

#first arcane wip post in...how many months?? #truly cannot remember #work has been an absolute hellhole but I am. slowly. catching a break #i have so many fics i need to catch up on reading ghh #arcane #arcane fanfic #fic excerpt #writing #jinx arcane #vi arcane #silco arcane #this wip has been burning a hole in my files and augh i want to finish it at some point #the daughter vi dad silco dysfunction just hits different

[chipchopclipclop]

a friend bought me y8 so i sped through gaiden really fast beforehand and it was....... PREDDY GOOD........!

#chipchopdraws #yakuza gaiden #yakuza like a dragon #ryu ga gotoku #kosei shishido #kihei hanawa #kazama kiryu #yakuza gaiden spoilers #blood #you never truly forget how to draw kiryu its like riding a bike i remembered all my training #i cannot believe this game made me care about him again actually shocked.... #[holds head laying on the ground] hello rgg hole i missed you <3 #now i gotta go play y8 for 2 weeks straight if you dont see me thats where ill be

[grayeyedandroid]

im sorry the WHAT

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #master splinter #I???????????? #i cannot even describe the sound i made at that #the..... the cheese phone #truly........... an emergency #also sorry to my followers for the sudden live blogging of my tmnt 2012 watch #i remembered i had obs lol #also hiiiiiiiii new followers welcome to. here

[definitelynotshouting]

“The universe sings,” Grian said.

He sounds vaguely distant- like he’s speaking from hundreds of blocks away rather than right next to Mumbo.

He turns on his bed, slow halting movements, to face him.

“Did you know?”

Mumbo can only stare.

“…Sings?” He asks. He shifts on his chair.

Grian seems to want to nod, but aborts the motion halfway, and hums instead.

“Yeah. The code. It sings, if you listen close enough,” Grian mumbles.

Mumbo opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Grian exhales a long breath, and his eyes drift close.

“Can you hear it?”

Mumbo watches the way Grian’s chest rises and falls, shallowly, slowly.

He closes his eyes, and strains to hear.

He hears- Tango out in another room of the house, pacing circles around the kitchen. Mumbo can tell it’s Tango by the shuffle in his walk.

He can hear birds outside, twittering. Wind rustling through branches. An animal- a pig, maybe, trotting along some grass.

It’s quite calming really- but he doesn’t hear singing. At least, he doesn’t think he does?

When he opens his eyes again, it’s to Grian staring right at him.

Mumbo exhales in one sharp breath- he didn’t realise he’d stopped breathing- and meets Grian’s gaze.

“Did you mean like, actual singing or- or was that metaphorical? Because I can’t hear anything other than trees, mate,” he says, only half-joking.

Grian huffs a small laugh, and shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s not really singing-singing. It’s music, though. You’ve definitely heard some of it- discs. That’s the easiest way to hear it. But that’s- so few of what’s out there. There’s more music, if you know how to listen for it,” he hums. His eyes close again, and he leans more into the mattress.

Mumbo pauses, and thinks on that for a moment. Music discs, huh? He supposes it seems plausible, that there’d be more music out there.

But then why has he never heard it? Mumbo doesn’t ever recall hearing ‘the code sing’. If it’s tied into music discs, then is it naturally generated? Is hearing it a ‘watcher thing’?

Mumbo glances down at his hands, traces lines of dirt under his fingernails.

He nods, though Grian can’t see it anyway. He makes some vague ‘see you later’ comment he can’t bother to think about, and carefully gets to his feet.

At the doorframe, he peers back.

Grian lies there, breathing steadily.

Mumbo turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

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headcanon that the minecraft soundtrack can be heard in the code, but only if you're 'in harmony' with it. cue other headcanon of watchers being very aware of the code

HEY ANON. ANON. I ADORE THIS HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE THIS HEADCANON???? The idea that the universe is constantly singing to itself, and you can hear that through the Greater Code if you really carefully listen, is something i lowkey want to canonize SO BADLY holy shit. And this is such a lovely snippet too, im always such a sucker for deeply layered conversations like this.... i adore how youve given so much depth to the sentence "the universe sings" and the implications of how and why Grian is hearing it so much right now. [THROWS UP BLOOD] IM OBSESSED.......

Also this Mumbo dialogue especially is on point youve done such a good job of capturing his little speech patterns :] STUNNING JOB ANON IM SO FLATTERED U WROTE THIS!!!!! I really think i might canonize this concept just for how absolutely amazing it is, im utterly obsessed with it

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #art for me #<- litcherally cannot remember if i have a specific fic for me tag or not IG I'LL FIND OUT ONCE I HIT POST... #THE IDEA THAT TJE SOUNDTRACK ARE SONGS THE UNIVERSE SINGS TO ITSELF.... IM GOING BUCKWILD #i mean its already canon the universe SINGS but u KNOW my ass is gonna be listening to the full soundtrack #tears in my eyes as i picture grian listening to it..... #i hope its okay to yoink this anon bc im enamoured with the concept truly #gods and the idea that the music discs are specifically fragments of the universe singing that you can ACTUALLY HEAR.... #i like to think that like. making music discs is p much like making custom ones the way theyre doing it #but sometimes. sometimes you find treasure discs #or you fashion it from the remains of a creeper.. and you get a little window into what the Greater Code sounds like #weeping forever and ever that u wrote this for me im saving this in my special little works inspired by hunger au folder rn #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #fic recs #long post #txt

[roitaminnah]

the chaos it would have been if they knew each other as kids. truly we cannot comprehend

#butterfly soup #butterfly soup 2 #ppkm #roi draws #ppkmweek2023 #when I say we cannot comprehend truly I mean I have no idea how this would affect the timeline (the being of childhood friends) #like either they get together WAY sooner or WAY later. but I think their exchanges would stay a constant regardless of age #I think I had this complex diyelle roomates au where akarsha and noelle were childhood friends but I really can't remember where I was goin #with that one back then. truly boggles the mind to think about #actually i'm probably alone in this. my mind is boggled all the time #that might just be the burnout baby

[fleurmatisse]

♠️

#idk how many people still remember the card suits thing but spade is aroace #ace trigun week #acetrigunweek #really truly cannot look at this for one more second. took way too long for what it is (panel redraw + choker) #i was gonna draw him + v w a ring but holy shit can i not draw faces today. so this is it. *grumpily throws confetti*

[depressedlochnessmess]

just the two of us.

#kingdom hearts #kh #kairi #namine #kh kairi #kh namine #uh oh besties im having thoughts again #do i dare do another long tags explaining my thoughts #this one is just based on the idea that namine remembers what kairi said #and knows the ugly feelings kairi is trying to hide #namely her guilt of course but also her displacement #wondering if she ever truly knew him at all #and hating herself for questioning this #ahah. anyway #i want kairi to be deeper than kh is willing to go is that so hard #this is NOT kairi hate i cannot make that clear enough

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

It is a much-cherished experience of mine in TV-watching to suddenly be absolutely clobbered over the head by otp feels where I had felt none before, all throughout the course of one enchanted episode. The episodes listed above are some of my most cherished experiences of that kind. But which is your fave??

#polls #it pained me to remember himym's existence but i cannot deny what 'zip zip zip' was to me #i was tempted to put 1.04 for ted and rebecca for obvious reasons but 1.02 is truly where i start to feel that feral feeling #where suddenly a whole new reality of 'these two people need to be together this makes so much SENSE!' opens up to you!!!!!! #i also think 'a spy in the house of love' is the more sensible d/d pick but 1.06 is where i became a freak for them

[hybrix-hijinx]

Day 6 - Nostalgia

I think this counts. An alternative title for this entry could probably be "Leo and Takumi are two very different types of older brothers".

#leokumiweek2024 #leokumi #takumi fe #leo fe #suddenly cannot remember how i tag them but its fine #anyway i really do love their relationships with their sisters. takumi being a protective older brother is very sweet and fitting for him #however my relationships with the older brother closest in age to me was much more like Leo and Elise #anyway. point being. theyre silly ♡ #also leo just having a truly awful haircut as a child is really important to me for no real reason #like hes supposed to have bangs but theyre too short for his forehead #you probably know the one im thinking of

[gandalfthemorallygrey]

everyone else in this book is having just about the Worst TimeTM but Seward’s over here chasing around his funky little patient of the month while Benny Hill music plays in the background

#truly hilarious #dracula daily #i cannot for the life of me remember seward's name #i keep almost calling him sewer

[devereaux]

Simone Kessell: Acting at home and abroad... | NZ On Screen

#simone kessell #simonekesselledit #good evening simoaners i hope you like this little gifset <3 #i for one am begging for my life here #literally cannot. will not stop thinking about her!!!! #simone the woman that you are i would do anything for you #i am crying on the floor #how can she be ALL THAT. HOW. #i need her so bad #i never had a chance oh mygodd #this is a ten minute interview and i basically giffed everytime she took a fucking breath #i am unwell truly #but thank you simone <3 love u babygirl <3 #also @lottiemilfews i remember you using 'simoaning' once and asjfdklas it was so good i just had to borrow it <3 #*gdvrx #*alldvrx

[kelpermoosee]

I need to draw Booigi real soon, the lack of them is making me itchy

#kelperambles #uhhh pic is unrelated but I thought the paper luigi was cute 💖 #anyways I just wanted to ramble about how much I love booigi LMAO #but like I need the very specific type of booigi that has been rotting in my brain in order to be satisfied #OKAY OKAY. picture this: Names are such an important thing to Luigi. Many people don’t tend to remember the bare minimum about him #so he really appreciates the few people who take enough time to remember his actual name or small things about him #then when King Boo pulls up he’s literally yelling Luigi’s name and cursing him out #sure while Luigi is still scared of him he can’t help but feel flattered that King Boo subconsciously respects him enough to call him Luigi #not green mario. not the man in green. just him…truly him. #and while Luigi might not want an designated enemy (like what Mario and bowser have) #the fact that king boo believes that Luigi is significant enough to be his enemy is something Luigi cannot ignore #King Boo acknowledges Luigi for his strengths in his weird theater kid way #but I can really see them growing closer together once Luigi discovers that King Boos plays everything up just to be DRAMATIC ✨✨ #king boo WANTS luigi to react. and if he doesn’t get that he more or less just lets go of the act #like what’s the point of setting everything up if Luigi’s not even going to match his high energy? #honestly they just need to both RELAX for a second and they would really hit it off #it’s actually embarrassing. they’re so embarrassing.

[balleater]

campaign 2 was the "everybody fucking hates trent" campaign and campaign 3 is the "everybody fucking hates ludinus" campaign

#critical role #cr spoilers #i truly cannot remember if theres as universally hated of an npc in c1 #but rn its just 'everybody fucking hates the assembly' and i love that

[draisaitleons]

tagged by @gaybroons

Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs.

swayman x frederic

gibby x wyatt - dom/brat

matthew x linus x sway

bunts x geno

sid x ek - pregnancy kink

rusty x benny - fwb

gibby x wyatt - sugar daddy

mush x pavs - daddy kink

mush x pavs x wedge - daddy pink pt. 2

sid x gravy - president!crosby

mush x pavs - dog park

davo x kings x leon - winner's room

gibby x connor - hallway hookup

sid x claude - nasty

and that.... i do not name them properly and it is the bane of my existence ! but i do know what i want for them all so.... feel free to ask !

onto the tagging, anybody who sees that and i haven't tagged, please please please take this as a blanket tag because i probably don't even realise you write and i wanna see ! @hischiersdraisaitl @guentzel @dwisp @rattkachuk @ryanoreilly

#wip ask game #i will say that i am . clearly stupid and cannot recall anyone i follow that posts fics apparently ! #hence why i am offering a blanket tag because i truly cannot remember rn at almost 10pm #pls forgive me x #and also idk ! if you wanna know more about anything let me know !

[ventiswampwater]

going insane. where's that one post. it's a picture of a (japanese? maybe?) liquor bottle w/a graph of the drinking experience that goes from eh to tastes like strawberry soda (or juice??) to I need him bouncing and moaning on it. to like. fugue state. or smthn

I cannot. find It. but I know. it exists

#need 2 see it again for science but I'm lost @ sea #!!!! tumblr.hell/find-a-post #probably not describing it accurately at ALL fsdhjfdsjhdf #I THINK it might be a japanese liquor? strawberry wine? chūhai ??? maybe. I CAN'T REMEMBER jhdjshjsdfhjsdf #all I remember is.......and I quote: I need him bouncing and moaning on it #POSSIBLY in all caps. POSSIBLY #TRULY a post of all time #cannot believe I lost it 2 the sands of tungl dot com ......... #...........rip (rugrats in paris) #sam speaks

[pensymbols]

if u believe that jason grace is lame gtfo this is NOT safe space for you

#everytime someone claims hes a boring character and a blank canvas i losd up a gun and #like jason ISNT a boring character hes actually incredibly interesting #but rick riordian fucking hates his guts and refuses to give him anythin #like genuinely #like first of all jason getting his memory wiped but hes never able to regain them??? #so despite people knowing WHO he was and him having the general feeling of knowing who he is he genuienly cannot remember shit #and those memory problems persist all the way up throughout toa #second of all his general past?? #like the grace siblings had such good backstories in the sense they were intriguing and actually defined everything and every choice they #-make #like jason who was proclaimed as heras/junos since he was born stolen from thalia who was raising him and she cant wver find him again and #-so she assumes shes dead and being reluctant to take in annabeth whos supposed to be around her baby brothers age #that shits peak #and then theres jason who was raised by wolves and then eventually found his way to new rome where he was only ever seen as jupiters son or #junos champion and he was only ever going to be the praetor and no one there truly saw jason for who he is #like thats PEAK #AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE JASON VS PERCY THING BCS A) I THINK ITS DUMB AND B) ITS STUPID #also rick DOES hate jason grace bcz they killed his character long before toa when thwy tried to make jason more like zeus so the rivalry- #-could make more sense #pjo #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #jason grace #percy jackon and the olympians #heros of olympus #trials of apollo