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coyoteclan · 2 months

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Big TW for pet loss

Hey, clangen tumblr and those who just enjoy the silly cats on this blog. I know it's been a little bit of time since my last update, but unfortunately during the past few months, I have been caring for my closest friend, Comet.

She's been my best friend for 15 whole years, and on February 9th of 2024, I'm sad to say that she has passed. I won't lie when I say that this is one of the hardest posts I've ever made, but I want to continue this blog in her honor. Normally, I have a terrible habit of just letting projects like this slip by me and gather dust; however Comet was meant to play an integral part within the blog to immortalize her, and I refuse to let something meant just for her to go to waste.

I want to thank you all first of all for being such an amazing community. I've genuinely had so much joy come of this blog, and it pains me that I let it go stagnant for as long as I have. There are 568 of you now, which is so extremely wild to me; but I hope that from now on, you can all love Comet as much as I did, even if as a memory.

I hope to return to posting content both here and on my main, @mxssacre , but for now I still need time to grieve and come to terms with the loss of someone that was so incredibly intertwined with everything I've done since I was 9 years old.

Thank you for everything Comet, my heart, my soul, my love.

More of my favorite photos of her beneath the cut.

It's hard to choose favorites out of the thousands of photos I've taken of her over the years, but I hope these do her justice to show what an amazing being she was. I hope you're hunting your toy mice in the stars, Comet.

#Yeah this is a not so great post I'm sorry #I won't lie to y'all I've been sobbing my eyes out for the past week but it's helping me come to terms to write about her #I wanted to draw something for her in order to post this but ngl I just can't right now #I will be okay for the record. it's just an extremely difficult adjustment for me and I really do love this community #Seriously though. I've seen the hundreds of notifications I get from this blog weekly. I cannot thank you enough for the love I've felt #tw animal death #tw pet death #tw pet loss #I'm not sure exactly how to tag this but I hope the warning at the beginning helps #I literally finished writing a memorial for her before writing this post so clearly I'm a little in my feels lmao #I tried finding some of her sillier photos to add but there are so many. I might post more on my main later when I try figuring out-#-my memorial tattoo #hug your cats extra tight for me ❤

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upperranktwo · 2 years

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"I never once considered finding that notebook and gaining this power a misfortune. In fact, it's made me happier than I've ever been"

Gift for Mars ♡ @man4jiro

#dnedit #death note #anisource #dailyanime #dailyanimatedgifs #light yagami #sky gifs #maarrrsss I finally made the gifset of your beloved I promised!!!#I love you so so so much bestie! ty for being on of my bestest besties in the entire world <3 #it's almost been an entire year since we started talking <3 time flies!!!!#I hope you like this! sure did take me forever to get done.... :')#Finding death note stuff is soooo difficult but it's one of my favourite series so I did it for you <3 #the love/hate relationship I have with light is no joke :')#hope the colours look okay and the quality as well #not me having to type up his quotes just to find a caption LMAO!#you've made me so many wonderful gifts I had to do something for you <3 ily #quality low key looks trash but we're gonna ignore it

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fishareglorious · 29 days

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Finished chapter 5. End scene where Sophia glances at Sonetto in complete horror probably moments after their heart-to-heart in the beach is really hell of an ending. but at the same time WHY LEAVE US AT SUCH A MASSIVE CLIFFHANGER. WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT LIKE 4 OR MORE PATCHES (chap 6 focuses on a completely different cast that isn't any of the timekeeper crew) TO KNOW WTF HAPPENED NEXT. MAN.

#sophia #sonetto #reverse 1999 #playing rev 1999 #her expression really screams out 'what the fuck did you/your friends do.'#chapter 5 leaves me on a cliffhanger and chapter 6 beats my heart to death. what horrors will this game subject us to in chap 7 #okay time to do the interchapter ig. madam hofmann hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii <333333333333333 #also. did 37 get hit with a missile. i fucking hope not christ on a bike #i really liked the boss battle music tho #bluepoch never fails to make absolute bangers

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lornasaurusrex · 17 days

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I miss you Lorna… this is such a mess

This is an old message and I had several other similar messages, but I miss you guys and hope you’re all doing well!! I’m sorry to see nothing has improved.

I saw I was kindly mentioned by @awesomefringey and some other commenters the other day, so just wanted to log in and say hello and log back out for a few more months. 💕

Sending so so much love to all of you. Take care of yourselves and each other, please.

The video is still on YT.

#Anywayyyyy #The fandom added a whole lot more C to my C-PTSD #So a nice random message every few months instead of a freshly posted death wish is LOVELY.#Don’t fret. On meds and therapied but fresh tf out of money from it so @ L and H… lornasaurusrexx at g*ail is the PayPal if ur bored 🙃#I hate to be like this but protect your hearts. They’ll never be able to look out for you guys and they feed these trolls ammo for snacks #and it seems to have only gotten worse. Gotta keep them hets hetbaited for their money whilst actively encouraging them to bully yall? Why?#STILL!? At this point it feels like they’ve both chosen that path deliberately now and I find it quite gross. but I’m also very far removed #So don’t worry about my opinions. Keep trusting your own intuition!!! You all see it. I love you guys and your beautiful hearts and empathy #But I hope they can sleep at night knowing the absolute fucking genuine WRECKAGE they left across the Big Gay War generation/era of Larries #Don’t worry guys I’m just as dramatic as ever. None of this has anything to do with them coming out or anything. Just how we were treated.#But trust I fuckin mean that shit from the deepest darkest pit of my Demon Larrie™️ heart. They encouraged this. 🤷🏼‍♀️#Anyone who cares about my actual life updates: I’m a school nurse now and will be working at a bougie summer camp over break #Had a surgery I needed. Got new tattoos and piercings. In a happy and healthy relationship with the best dude for almost a year now.#OH and I went to New Zealand last year with Prettytruthsandlies!!!! We made a pact back in our Big Gay War/college days to go. And we DID!!#I got overstimulated and overfed and puked in Hobbiton. 🤣 (It was the best time of my LIFE GENUINELY🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹)#Okay BYE LOVE YOU GUYS #There are better and more humane ways to maintain a closet ..like literally STFU entirely. Ignoring it and not exploiting a kid is FREE #🇵🇸

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boydiisaster · 1 year

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May I request a teen! Male!reader who just lost his dad x any obey me characters (platonic ofc) I recently found out my dad passed away in a very brutal way and he didn't get to know I'm trans either :(

loss

reader: teenage, male, he/him pronouns

tw/cw: death, suicide implications, cussing

author's note: i'm so sorry to hear that anon! i hope things get better for you soon, and that this story helps, even just a little bit

lucifer

There's a sudden shift in the air before you tell Lucifer the news. He sensed it as soon as you found out; a profound feeling of grief overwhelmed him. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks, and he raised a gloved hand to make sure he was truly crying. This was strange, unprompted, out of the blue. Lucifer didn't know why he was crying, why there felt like a hole was in his chest, but then he remembered. Of course, how could he forget?

His pact with you made his and your emotions almost completely connected. He was usually very good at controlling your shared emotions, though. Whenever you felt angry, he could control his urge to scream. When you were happy, he'd control the want to shake his arms and squeal. When you were nervous, he'd control his instinct to shift and fiddle with something on his person. Why couldn't he control this, too?

"My dear boy," he murmurs, wiping away some stray tears that slip down his face. The sight before Lucifer breaks his heart. You're standing in his now open doorway, your form shaking with silent sobs. Your hands are tightly wrapped around your phone, its screen still illuminated with the text from your [mom/other dad/guardian]. This didn't feel real. You couldn't believe it; you didn't want to believe it.

"I'm sorry," you cry. Your words are barely recognizable between the loud sobs that escape your throat. "I'm so sorry, Lucifer, for coming to you like this. I just, I didn't know who else to tell this to."

Lucifer places a hand on your shoulder. Your phone clatters to the ground as you rush over to hug him. You throw your arms around his waist, bury your face in his chest and scream. It's partially muffled by Lucifer's clothes, but he still catches how defeated it was; how broken and filled with anguish it sounded. All Lucifer can do is hug you back tightly, lovingly, and hope that you understand his intention: to comfort you. To say “It’ll be okay” without disrupting your grieving.

Lucifer begins to rock you side to side, as if he’s holding a baby in his arms. “My dear boy,” he repeats.

All you can do is wail in response, causing the Avatar of Pride to hug you tighter.

asmodeus

The Avatar of Lust thought himself very good at reading people. He’d know exactly what the other person wanted to hear, and he’d say it, even though he probably didn’t mean it. Asmo would spew out compliment after compliment just to get what he wanted, and he never thought it bad. He didn’t know what to say in a situation like this, though.

“MC?” Asmo gently cups your tear-stained cheeks, a remorseful expression adorning his pretty face. He tilts his head to the side, confused. “What’s wrong, my sweet boy?”

You stare up at the demon. He’s blurry. Everything in your vision is blurry. You can barely breath from how badly you were panicking. You would have passed out if it wasn’t for Asmo walking in on your breakdown.

“Asmo,” you whimper. More tears slip down your face and land on Asmo’s thighs, soaking the fabric. He’s kneeling in front of you, his knees between your own.

“Asmo, I...” You sob, closing your eyes. The demon holds your head up while the rest of you goes limp in his grasp. “My dad,” you choke out. “My dad, he....”

“Oh MC,” Asmo whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head. “I don’t... I can’t talk. I-I just....”

“Then don’t talk,” Asmo leans back, taking you with him. He holds you close in his grasp as you rest between his thighs. You lay your forehead against the Lust Avatar’s chest and cry. You shake with sobs as Asmo just hums a small, soothing tune.

“Sweet boy,” he whispers. He doesn’t know what to say to help you. He wants to try, but he knows words won’t solve anything.

Oh god what he wouldn’t give to be able to take away all of your pain with just a few words. You were still just a kid in his eyes. A child exposed to something so awful, something even he doesn’t like to think about: mortality.

“MC,” he hums. “Deep breaths.”

You breathe in deeply, then shakily exhale. You laugh, and Asmo never knew a laugh could sound so defeated. “I’m ruining your clothes.”

“I don’t care.” Asmo holds you tighter against him. “You need someone now more than ever, I’m not going to leave just to change into something less expensive.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. A tiny smile manages to grace your lips before you’re back to crying, and Asmo goes back to rocking you side to side, humming as he does.

barbatos

There’s a small knock at the castle door as the Demon Prince’s butler finishes up around the throne room. Barbatos looks up, then outside at the moon that’s high up in the grim Devildom sky. He blinks, then slowly makes his way over to answer the door.

“Who could it be at this hour,” he thinks aloud to himself.

The doors are heavy; anyone not used to the weight would have trouble opening them, but Barbatos shows no signs of struggling. He pulls open the doors with ease and is greeted with a curious sight: you. You, clutching something close to your chest. You, with a blank, emotionless look on your face. You, with no light in your once bright eyes.

"MC?" Barbatos furrows his brow. "It's late, dear. Come inside."

You don't respond. You can't respond. Your voice dies in your throat the second you even think about talking. You nod your head, taking a small step forward. Then, you shake your head furiously. You're so exhausted. You haven't the energy to do anything after the news. It took all your strength to run up here in search of Barbatos. Your body is tired, and your mind is drained. All you want is to ask your question, but hell, you can't even move anymore.

"MC." Barbatos gently grabs your shoulders. He tilts your head upwards to look into your dim eyes and you watch as a brief look of sorrow washes over him.

"Oh MC," he whispers. "Darling boy, I'm so sorry."

You look away, but even that begins to take an immense amount of energy.

"MC, I can't.... You know I can't." Barbatos pulls you close. "When rescuing you from mortality, I broke a lot of rules. I can't do that again."

You go limp in his grasp. Your father's gift that he gave you before you came to the Devildom clatters against the stone steps of Diavolo's castle. You close your eyes as Barbatos holds you tightly in his arms.

"Then can you send me to him?" You finally speak. Your voice is barely above a whisper. "If not I might do it myself. Barbatos, I... I don't know what to do."

"Life is precious, MC." Barbatos's voice is stern, almost angry. It makes you shut your eyes tighter. "Your father wouldn't want that. He'd want to see you flourish."

You don't respond. Barbatos feels like there's a hole in the pit of his stomach. He feels as if he himself has just lost something. He supposes that he did, in a way. He lost whatever part of you that you just lost. Thinking that, he hugs you tighter. So tight that it's almost painful. He's cold, you notice, and you're so warm to him.

His dear boy. His child that he'd do anything for. He can't help but feel guilty about that. He wouldn't do anything for you, he realizes, for he won't even bring your father back, even though he knows it will help you.

"I'm sorry, MC." He repeats.

You say nothing back, but the way you nudge his chin with your head tells him everything.

"I'm so sorry."

#i'm no good with death #i apologize profusely for your loss anon #i never know how to go about death and i worry ppl think my sympathy an act #but even so i really hope i did okay with your request #death tw #suicide tw #cw cussing #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x male reader #obey me x you #barbatos x male reader #lucifer x male reader #asmodeus x male reader #obey me x teen!mc #obey me teen mc #bee's beehive #worker!bee

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b3achysurfur · 6 months

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my live reaction to people wishing bad on me bc I hate logan :

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bijoumikhawal · 1 month

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"Biden is the best choice and he's actually really empathetic and reasonable but also you can't wait for a candidate that won't do genocide and war crimes because to become a presidential candidate you have to be willing to do that" see what you fundamentally don't understand is I'm not waiting for a candidate that won't do war crimes, because I know that. I cannot morally stomach this system, it's a joke to claim its democratic, and AMERICA DELENDA EST. this country is a plague on this Earth

#cipher talk #It's baffling because okay so you know how fucked up this is but you're behaving in a way that clearly indicates you want that this shambli #Disgusting empire to cling to life until after you're dead because it'd make /you/ uncomfortable and inconvenienced #To live through its destruction (the wealthier classes and more privileged experience lesser material changes in state collapse so long as #They aren't too highly ranked/involved in politics. A Sri Lankan wrote an article specifically addressing Americans about this)#It's so dehumanizing! People's blood is so cheap to you! You've just accepted its inevitable that genocide will happen!#Because of how the US operates! You can see no other future! It hardly matters to you!#You say this like the death of Palestinians of Yemenis of Syrians is someone else's dropped ice cream cone #You understand why people hate this country and you understand we deserve it but it just. Hardly matters to you #It feels like madness to watch this. It's disgusting #I keep thinking- it'd be so easy for you to justify my people being killed if violence broke out and it was in your favor #It's unlikely because. Well. America loves 'the church of the martyrs'#But you'd do it if that was favorable. You wouldn't think twice. You might feel a twinge in your heart but that's all #Because we aren't people to you!#We aren't all that important! Not important enough for you do anything more than 'well let's vote a blue in and do some protests'#What's a protest worth if you perpetuate the system and can't see a way out and don't try for a way out?#That's killing a man then putting flowers on his casket. It's /perverse/.#You get used to the idea that Africans die that West Asians die and that's just the way of the world. My g-d do you understand anything??#I watch necrosis take hold my parts of my culture and I watch every good person I know be ground to dust under a military regime #I talk to my friend who got drafted and is trans and may never come out because if they do they can get arrested as a 'prostitute'#I watch the wild hope for the future I was introduced to over radio at 9 years old wither #I watch people risk it anyway because just past the fence they can see they know there are people there #I watch my neighbor to the south crumble and weep because our hands are bloody and it's in part because we bloodied them for the west #And you just think that's how things are.#Fascist white death cult mindset

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marinehero · 1 month

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Stares off into the distance. Garp believes in Luffy so much. Believe isn't even the right word, he knows. He knew Roger. He knows if there's anyone who's going to do it, it's Luffy. He knew it early on and it terrified him. Just as he knew Roger's sotry, he knows how this story ends. He's terrified. He loves his grandson. He knows who he works for. He knows the powers in charge. But Luffy kept proving the world wrong again and again and again and even he couldn't deny anymore that if there's anyone who can make it and survive, it's Luffy. He's so damn proud, he always has been. Luffy's going to be the one and he knows it to be a fact as given as the sea.

#{ ooc } ✗ 「 wenp reporter 」#[ logs on for the first time in a while #[ immedietly sees lala's reply to the bingo #[ has a real normal one for a moment #[ RAGH. garp going im proud of him @ sengoku garp saying you haven't seen anything yet at the levely #[ garp constantly being shown of being proud and happy for luffy when he's not. around luffy. raaghhhhhhhh #[ he is so messed up #[ i will die on the hill that when shirahoshi referred to him by 'luffy's grandfather' instead of 'vice-admiral garp' 'garp the fist/hero'-#[ -etc. was one of the best days in his life. this man is a living legend and he'll go down in history as luffy's grandfather and he'd be #[ so damn happy ab it #[ gh! fucked up old man learn how to show how much you love your family to your family instead of your coworkers Now!!!#[ gh. okay normal moment is over <- sorray guys im dying a thousand deaths and havent rp'd in so long :(#[ every know in then i will think ab my fucked up old man from the trenches (gh. get me out of here) and i will be so os normal about it #[ Sighs. once again apologizes for absences and hopes everyone taking care

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dromaeocore · 6 months

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Made prints the other day! This was so fun omg

#my art #my OCs #printmaking #CJ #Furry #horror #vent art #There's a ton of symbolism in this but I'm not going into details lmao #okay fuck it. the sunflower represents life and vitality and hope. it's on the left - the more difficult choice (I'm right handed)#the lily represents death and more particularly innocence after death. the washing clean of all the harm you've caused #the monster is suicidality. there's a more obvious meaning to me but to simplify it to be more applicable to the average joe its suicidalit #whispering convincing shit into your ear #the chain link fence behind them adds to the feeling of being trapped with it #but there's also the fact that there's a chance you can get out of it.#there's brightness on the other side #there's more but at this point im just making shit up skdjhfksjhg #interpret as u wish #im like legit proud of this lol

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lesbianlotties · 5 months

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heartbreaking news. the character you hate the most is doing the worst things imaginable but the actor playing him is giving a great performance </3

#oliver jackson cohen owes me financial compensation for making me admire some peter quint scenes #i hate him but we gotta admit the dialogue went so hard when he said 'think of the one thing the only thing that would keep me from you'#and it was DEATH #oh and when he was telling miles about being the richest person in the world... again. acting #i swear i won't make another post about him so i'll put everything in the tags #i'm sorry but one of the hardest lines in the whole flanaverse is when he's like 'you killed me mom i hope you know that late at night that #you killed your own son'#and she's like 'honey i don't even know that you're dead' HELLOO????? DAMN????#one more before i shut up #idk why it hits so hard but rebecca literally saying 'when the water came into my lungs you just left' is SO GOOD. that sounds like a song #lyrics or something #okay i'm done #well no. when rebecca tries to save flora one last time i'll make another post bc that's also iconic #but no more peter i prommy

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upperranktwo · 2 years

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☆Lower Rank One - Enmu☆

#knyedit #knysource #dailyanime #dailyanimatedgifs #anisource #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #enmu #sky gifs #I hope this looks okay <33333 #decided to end my bday by making a gifset of my bestie as a gift to me!!!!!#I love him to DEATH!!!! king of doing nothing wrong EVER!!!#he is so funny #I am not saying was BECAUSE HE IS NOT DEAD!!!! we are literally best friends okay <33333 #Colouring dark gifs is sooooooo hard sjdasdasdas watch this be really dark I will cryyy!!!!!#thank you for all your bday wishes <33333 ily all lots and lots!!!#edit to add: ofc they are dark on my phone but not my laptop :( bestie why you do this to me saidasdasda #ahh well at least the red stands out!

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mad-hunts · 11 days

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11. what would your muse consider their worst failing?

hello, @absensia, and happy sunday! thank you so much for the ask :D i just want y'all know that i appreciate every single one of these!! but alright, well... to tell you why barton views this particular thing as being his worst failing, i'm going to have to give you some backstory first. so please bear with me while i explain! so, as you may or may not know, barton currently has four kids. two of which are biologically related to him and the other two being adopted. though, back whenever he was first starting off as the dollmaker, barton actually had five kids. and this fifth child he had was named julien.

julien was different from the rest of his siblings, like jack is, in the way that he seemed to have experienced some form of trauma before barton had even adopted him that caused him to be very sensitive in relation to other people's emotions and actually made him act a bit jumpy. but this didn't change the fact that julien was kind of affectionately regarded as ' the best of all of them ' by barton's other kids whenever he was still around; and that was because julien would often try to protect his siblings, even in situations where he could get severely hurt, and he seemed to have this sort - of mellowing affect on barton because of just how likeable of a person he was.

the best way that i could describe what made him so special is that he was SUCH a good listener and had a way of making people feel welcome around him, which may be a bit surprising to hear considering the often dark + terribly gory reputation of the mathis family, but julien also really didn't like what he had to do while he was a part of their family sometimes. so you can imagine that whenever barton lost him to someone as sadistic as the joker... he was beyond devastated. not only because julien was like a figure of light in a family that could be the epitome of overwhelming despair, but because barton was the one who told him to go assist the joker with one of his ' schemes, ' as the man had contracted his help to do a rather grisly act to him — which would be to cut off his face — and julien had never come back from that meeting with him.

and although one could make the argument that barton couldn't have possibly known that that would happen, especially considering that he didn't know the full extent of just how bad the joker was at the time, he still very much blames himself for it. because barton believed that he should've known better in the end and gone there himself instead of treating this job like it'd be like any other one that they'd done, when it really wasn't. now just to give you some more context before i go on; if there's one thing you should know about barton, it's that his relationship with his children are probably his most complicated, so i do believe he does hold some kind of genuine love for them... but it's not a love that anyone can easily understand and one that likely isn't healthy at least half the time either.

but he felt legitimately torn up inside about it even a year later, and today, it's still isn't something that he likes to talk about. it was by far his greatest failure both as a father and as a person in his eyes. plus, knowing the fact that julien died alone and probably in a lot of pain, too? it was so painful for him that barton would swear up and down that it felt akin to someone shooting him right through the heart. so, if you were to ask him what he would do if he could go back in time and change one thing about his past, barton's answer wouldn't be that he would save himself from the cruelty of having to grow up under wesley's roof, or to make it so that his mom didn't have to leave him and he'd actually get to know her, or even to spend more a little more time with marcy... though, trust me, he has thought about all of those things.

it would be that he'd save julien. because he deserved so much better, in his eyes, than to be killed at the age of seventeen whenever he still had his whole life ahead of him and to have his comments about him being scared to go confront the joker completely dismissed. and this is also something that barton hates himself for. how to feels to have your feelings disregarded is something that barton is shocking familiar with, after all, and it's not a good feeling at all. but the fact remains that he can't do anything about his death now. all barton can do is grieve him at night, whenever he has no choice but to be alone with his thoughts, and he looks at past photographs of their entire family that have long since faded. of julien.

#YOUR NEED GREW TEETH: character study.#ANGER'S HELPED ME STAY ALIVE: headcanons.#uhh okay... who put the onion slices in here y'all ;;#i honestly don't know whether this one or the past one was more sad but i suppose it isn't a competition JSJSJ #i just love torturing poor ol' barton don't i? / j nahhh nah he's anything but poor.#though i do feel like barton's story can be somewhat sympathetic sometimes. from how he had to deal with having a c*nnibalistic serial-#killer for a father + having his mom be forced to leave him as well as julien dying and barton feeling an IMMENSE amount of guilt bc of it.#and i feel like that might not even be all but i don't wanna bum anyone here out any further so JSJSJ let's just put a pen in it for now #i hope you liked my response though and that you're having a great day!!#tw: mentions of a child's death.#tw: guilt.#tw: mentions of unhealthy family dynamics.#and i thought that i should add that that of course doesn’t EXCUSE his horrific actions... i just want to explain the way in which barton-#demonstrates his humanity ( or what's left of it at least (': ) and how things may be more complicated than they appear on the surface.#because barton is not entirely evil but he's also VERY MUCH not a good person. so yeahhh

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wovenstarlight · 1 year

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Hello! I'm thinking about your cached AU again and I was wondering, what is Yoojin's relationship with Song Taewon with like? Because their relationship in canon (at least up to where I've read) is heavily influenced by the fact that Yoojin is an F rank who holds power over S Ranks, making him both a threat and someone to protect. Does Taewon just go red alert whenever Yoojin around now? Does Yoojin keep trying to be friends with him? Does Taewon find that terrifying?

HAHAHAHAHHA. OH BOY. THIS SURE IS A QUESTION THAT HAS AN ANSWER. a very long answer so i'm putting it under a cut. thanks for waiting and im sorry if its incoherent its like 6ish local time. or maybe not im not very concerned wth reading clocks rn

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Be careful.

Taewon had wondered, when he received that message from Sung Hyunjae, if it was some sort of joke. A sly way of telling him he’d made trouble somewhere and he’d better prepare for the incoming paperwork, perhaps. The fact that it had been encoded suggested some degree of seriousness to it, but it was vague enough that he’d dismissed it and gotten ready for this long-delayed meeting.

Taewon locks eyes with Han Yoojin and is immediately struck by the complete lack of fear he finds there. So much so that he barely notices when Sung Hyunjae crushes his car with the breezy efficiency of a compactor.

And even as Sung Hyunjae gets out of his own car, even as he turns that amused, glittering gaze onto Han Yoojin, no apprehension sparks to life. No nerves. Just a cool, faintly disappointed look that he turns on the Seseong Guild Leader.

It stops the man in his tracks. Song Taewon blinks at Sung Hyunjae, faint smile frozen on his face, and looks back at Han Yoojin, who’s gazing at him now with a welcoming smile on his face.

…So that was a real warning, then.

Surely it can’t be for what Taewon thinks it is.

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Taewon was told Han Yoojin was an A-rank. While the Hunter Association staff had confirmed his stats were well within standard range, they’d also made no secret of gossiping about how even the A-rank he’d come in with had looked vaguely spooked. How Han Yoojin carried himself with that unthinking confidence and grace all S-ranks had. How, when Seok Gimyeong had gone to personally take him through the registration process, Han Yoojin’s expression had gone flat and stony, and while he’d cooperated, something in his demeanor had had everyone around him going quiet and hurrying through the steps as fast as possible.

What it boils down to, in the end, is a sense that he’s not what he seems.

What Taewon thinks it is, quite simply, is a high-rank fear-inducing skill. Han Yoojin has no reason to claim he’s lower-ranked than he actually is, not when being higher-ranked would mean getting fast-tracked to a much better lifestyle than what he had before.

What Taewon realizes upon meeting Han Yoojin is that either he was very, very wrong about the other man’s ambition (or lack thereof, as it happens), or that the fear induction skill is far more potent than anyone let on.

“Chief Song-nim?”

Taewon stares at Han Yoojin. He’s merely standing there with a bag of instant coffee in hand, gazing at Taewon over his shoulder, and yet, if Taewon’s phone was in his hand right now, he’d probably have crushed it. As it is, he realizes distantly, his nails are digging little crescents into his palms. “Han Yoojin-ssi,” he gets out, and then stalls immediately.

He’d come here with the assumption that Han Yoojin was an A-rank. Which means all his questions (I wanted to check, are you safe, are you being pressured, why did such a high-rank monster appear in a dungeon with only two S-ranks in it and how did you kill it anyway?) were tailored for an A-rank. For someone that needed protection.

Is something wrong, he’d wanted to ask.

Is something wrong with you? is what his mind supplies now.

“Are you—alright,” he manages eventually.

Han Yoojin stares back at him, fingers tensing faintly around the bag as Taewon speaks. “I… yes? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“…With… the Babar’s appearance in that last dungeon.” It gets easier to speak once he’s started. “And all the higher-ranks you’ve been around lately. I’d understand if you were feeling—stressed, or strained.”

“Ah.” Han Yoojin relaxes. “No, I’m alright. It’s been quite busy, but I’ve adjusted well enough, I think. Thank you for your concern.”

Truth, Taewon thinks. He seems too confident for it to be anything but. But how can that be? To face an SS-rank monster as a supposed A-rank—

“Are you sure?”

Han Yoojin glances at him out of the corner of his eye. The tension isn’t back, but there’s a frown tugging at his lips. Taewon forcibly uncurls the fists his hands have balled into, and continues. He needs a reference. He needs to know what Han Yoojin looks like when he’s lying. “The Babar alone was an SS-rank, and you may have had your brother and ward with you, but even then, facing such a monster as an A-rank—”

And there it is, the slightest creases around his eyes, how he looks down and to the side slightly before meeting Taewon’s gaze once more, lips thinning into a line. Taewon’s so busy thinking over their conversation so far, matching these markers against what’s been said, that he doesn’t realize what he’s saying—

“…seeing them fight… They may be your family, but they’re S-ranks before that. Which makes them dangerous, more than you know—”

Until it’s too late.

“What are you trying to say, Chief Song-nim?” Han Yoojin asks, letting go of the bag of coffee and turning to face him properly. His voice has taken on a sharp edge, and Taewon steps backwards before he even consciously acknowledges the sound. Han Yoojin just steps forward to match, bringing him dangerously close— “If there’s a point to this, I’d like if you could—”

Taewon has a hand around his throat.

Han Yoojin raises a hand (touching? grabbing?). Seize his wrist, twist his arm, shift the grip on his neck, until Han Yoojin is pinned face-down against the counter, cheek pressed against its surface.

Then Taewon realizes he’d moved to begin with.

“…What are you doing?”

Han Yoojin’s flat question kills Taewon’s hasty apology before it can even leave his mouth. His grip tightens instead of loosening. Some quiet part of his brain is counting out the handful of people and low-rank Hunters present in the building today. A much louder part of his mind says he’s testing the hold.

Han Yoojin flexes his hand again, shifting easily even in Taewon’s grip, and he—

He panics.

Looting flares, black not-smoke wreathing his fingers and Han Yoojin’s limbs. Vague surprise flickers over Han Yoojin’s face before his eyes rise to a point in the air before himself, likely checking his status window. Whatever he sees there has his eyes widening sharply.

And then, all at once, something closes off in his face, and he goes limp.

A different kind of alarm spikes through the white-out fear in Taewon’s mind and he tilts his head to get a better look at Han Yoojin’s face. There’s a tightness around his eyes, still, lips pressed together like he’s bracing for something. But when those eyes flick up to meet Taewon’s stare, there’s also a dull sort of… familiarity?

No, not familiarity.

Resignation.

Taewon feels sick. He all but rips his hands off Han Yoojin, backing away hastily. There’s already shadows on his skin where Taewon’s fingers had pressed against it. There’ll be bruises there by tonight. Earlier, even, because—how long had he had Looting active?

He can’t remember. He can’t remember the last time he lost control like that. His stomach twists. He feels sick.

Han Yoojin still hasn’t moved. Taewon tries to remember how tightly he was gripping his neck.

And then Han Yoojin slowly, slowly draws his arm to his side again, pushes off the counter with his other hand, and straightens back up. A pause. Then he turns, just a little, so he can look at Taewon.

They stare at each other in silence like that for a moment.

Then, in a thin voice: “Interesting skill you have there.”

Taewon’s breath catches. Han Yoojin doesn’t seem to notice as he tilts his head slightly and opens his mouth again.

“Why’d you stop?”

…

Taewon—

Taewon leaves, after that.

He doesn’t remember what he says. What he does. Han Yoojin has a knack for disabling his rational mind, it seems.

What he does know is this: that Han Yoojin’s voice, when he asked that question, was genuinely curious. Perhaps even a little pleading.

What he does know, looking back, is that Han Yoojin didn’t try to pull away. He shifted in Taewon’s hold, yes, and in his panic Taewon overreacted. But he never tried to break free.

(What Taewon doesn’t know if he wants to know is this:

How does a man like Han Yoojin end up feeling resignation?)

#cached au #my sranks #answered #licilou22 #star.txt #guy who has problems disorder meets guy who has problems disorder. what happens next will shock you #spoiler: they are going to have so many fucking problems. Together 🤝#i... hope this answers your question...?#re: protection/threat dilemma: stw's super on edge around him and it makes him lash out in panic sometimes #because hes used to the worst threats being shj or hyh level. and hyj is double that Minimum #but because hyj also presents as Just An A-Rank and genuinely seems like a decent guy + Actually Has A Moral Code #stw's Really Fucked Up about how he reacts to him. so he's just kind of ?!??!?!?! about him #eventually the fear will ebb as he gets used to it. and then he'll be more okay around him. but for now [sucks air through teeth] Nnnhh. No #meanwhile hyj is. not having a good time either. a reprieve from the constant burden/reminder of his brother's death? check #being thrown around and threatened and generally made to feel unsafe in what should be safe company and a safe place? check #just your- whats the phrase kdj used. just some ordinary trauma #hyj is a biiit more hesitant abt befriending him here but stw's formal/polite worksona is so strong that eventually he lets down his guard #which in turn makes stw relax more around him cuz hyj starts being Friendly instead of just Polite #so yes i guess they'll be friends. eventually. ...Very eventually

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THE RINGS OF HOPE AS A LURE TOWARDS DEATH USING ELFILIS' AFFECTION FOR NEICHEL

#temporary talking tag #gatorade #neichel #fecto elfilis #OKAY BUT LISTEN #“MY HOPE IS STRONG OPEN YOUR HEART”#“COME WITH ME LETS BE FREE”#even the sole thought of death as “saving” them #to convince them that they're beyond saving #that they're too fucked up to see the light again in any other way but death #“I have lots of friends” ALL THEIR FRIENDS ARE DEATH

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[ intertwine & hold ] – for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. (from sakura to naruto!)

Tension coils around the crowd like a hungry snake, tightening it's grip tighter and tighter with every second. Standing on the balcony of the Hokage tower stand the village council, the Hokage, Danzo, and Uchiha Sasuke.

It's a day Naruto been anticipating since their return from the war. Sasuke's verdict will be announced, a trial that's been fought for almost year and a half. Naruto's been to every hearing, ready to give his steadfast support of his best friend. To convince those that need to hear that Sasuke poses no threat. Not anymore.

Naruto can't tear his gaze away from Sasuke. He can't see the crowd below him, a seal is wrapped around his eyes to keep him from utilizing his bloodline. Chakra infused cuffs bind his hands together, siphoning to the point it only leaves enough to keep him alive. Barely. His ankles are locked by the same cuffs, limiting him in every possible manner.

Swallowing, Naruto's breath shortens as Kakashi steps forward. He wishes he could better see his expression. He uses chakra to project his voice, and Naruto hates he can't decipher his tone. The crowd stills as Kakashi addresses everyone. Naruto ignores the beginning of his speech, every ounce of energy inside him coiling tighter. Just when he feels he's about to explode, ready to demand for Kakashi to get to the fucking point, someone brushes against him. A hand peels open his one of his tight fists and slides itself in for him to grip. Jerking his attention away from the officials, he looks to the side and finds Sakura. Lending her strength in this moment.

Her squeeze pops out the breath he was holding. Allowing him inhale a breath of hope. Squeezing her hand back in return, he holds it tight despite the renewed hope.

Things will be okay. Everything will be fine. Sasuke is going to be okay.

Kakashi takes a pause and Danzo gives a subtle nod. Suddenly Naruto and Sakura are surrounded by ANBU. Appearing at every side, shoulders and arms tense, ready to strike. The snake's maw opens, now sure it's prey won't escape

Kakashi squares his shoulders and clears his throat:

"...we will now announce our verdict." He stands back and Sasuke is pushed to his knees.

"Sasuke of the Uchiha clan. We have reviewed your past, looked over your actions, listened to various testimony regarding your characters and actions." The snake's tension can't become any tighter, but it does.

"We, the council and Hokage, have made this decision with village and the various nations in mind. You are a threat that will never be satisfied with his own vengeance. It will continue as long as this village stands for the atrocities you claim against us. For that reason we find you cannot be left to roam this world any longer. To preserve the peace of our world, we sentence you to death."

Naruto's cry of despair is eaten by the mixed reactions of cheers and gasps of surprise. Every sound is drowned out by the ringing in his ears. All he feels is Sakura's arms around him, crushing him in her attempt of comfort. He grips the back of her shirt, as he gasps for breath. His chest is caving on itself, crushing his lungs as he struggles to even inhale.

He failed.

Failed as a comrade.

Failed as a friend.

Failed in everything.

The snake's mouth closes over him.

Everything goes black.

the intimacy of hands. / @fightaers

#fightaers #tw: character death #.naruto interacts #.postwar [ naruto ]#so this was an idea that's been poking at me since i saw your ask #just haven't been sure to how execute it and even now im like thinking over my decisions BUUT i wanted to try it #get a feel for it so i hope it's all okay #i know the logsitics of this might be funky but idk i might fiddle with this more #bc i keep thinking of the characters after going through this #anyway thaank you for sending !! c:

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