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missjoolee · 2 months

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Chapel of Love

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The barest hint of hot, dry air ruffled against the baby hairs on the back of her neck doing little relief. Long gone were the multi-layered stage outfits, having learned she needed something more breathable underneath the stagnant tent two days ago at the start of the music festival. Instead, she wore a poofy crop top with shorts, and she could feel Luke’s eyes roaming the revealed skin of her shoulders, midriff, and legs with each song they sang together. He'd been winding her up with each set.

Her hands grip the top of the mic stand as she leans into where the mic sits, holding herself in place where normally she would be dragging it over to share with Luke in this moment. But they are halfway through the seventh and final set and his eyes weren’t the only thing she could feel looming nearby. Just outside the Loud & Local tent sat the “Chapel of Love”. And the next lyrics were too close to vows that she might do something stupid if she got too close to him. Why had they written them this way, again?

They hadn’t seen the simple archway that signified the “chapel” when they had arrived to set up, the van being parked on the other side of the tent that held the stage that they would share with four other bands over the three day festival. And when they finally had a chance to roam the festival grounds, Reggie pulling them to the food truck selling fancy milkshakes, they saw it but didn’t know what it was. Even on the information board sporting a map, it was just a tiny innocuous dot.

It had been later on a water run that Alex and she saw a small gathering of people under it, two of them sealing their love with a kiss. Apparently, you could get married at this festival.

"Huh," Alex had said, taking a drink from his bottle and then resting his arm on her shoulder. "That's a decision." "I don't know. I think it's kind of sweet," she'd responded. A snort rang out from above her head. "Of course you would say that." She'd sent an accusatory glare up at him, dropping her shoulder so his arm would fall way. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She had known exactly what he meant though. Her eyes close against the crowd in front of her and drift open to her left, knowing exactly where Luke would be.

She can feel electricity thrum through her body as she begins the call and response moment.

"I've got a spark in me."

She can see the confusion on his face, but he smiles at her as the words slide out of him with ease.

"I've got a spark in me."

She closes her eyes against the assault of love intertwining with the electricity already coursing though her. In her mind, the simple archway looms above them. This is why she was fighting her entire being from going to him. It was too soon. Too impulsive.

"And you're a part of me."

She can't escape the feelings that have been building with each performance they've done this weekend. The euphoria of performing their music with the her best friends, and the man she loves, not caring that she shut her eyes in an attempt to block it out.

"And you're a part of me."

Luke's voice right next to her sends a shiver across her shoulders, her eyes jumping open to see he'd closed the distance to share a mic with her. Not letting her run from him, not realizing she wasn't running. She was trying to reign in some very impulsive thoughts. She can see the concern in his eyes behind the determination and can't help the smile that graces her face, softer than what is normally part of her stage persona.

"Now till eternity."

His response is accompanied by the smile he normally saves for her when they are in the studio. One that Alex and Reggie unfortunately have to put up with because it side tracks things often enough. "Now till eternity."

The mental reigns she's been wrestling are completely forgotten about. She's a goner. Their voices twine together like they have thousands of times before.

"Been so long and now I'm finally free."

The rest of the set goes off without a hitch. The adrenaline and dopamine high intoxicating. She feels Reggie's arm go around her shoulders as Luke's goes around her waist and she looks at all her band-mates with pride. This weekend was amazing and did a lot to promote them, even if they were competing for attention with signed bands that have been around a whole lot longer on two other stages. They take a group bow to the crowd before they disperse like the non-existent wind.

Luke's arm tightens and he leans down to her ear to be heard. "Everything okay?" His voice is raspy and a bit lower than normal from doing seven performances in three days.

Perfect. The word rings in her head, bolstering her onto her toes next to his ear so he can hear her response.

"Marry me." Her own voice rough, lower and more sultry than she expected.

He looks surprised as he processes her words, but not like they made him uncomfortable if that same smile he saves for her lighting up his face means anything.

"Yeah. Okay."

She grabs hold of the hand on her waist, interlacing their fingers as she heads for the exit of the tent with determination. He drags behind her a bit.

"You mean right now??"

The first flicker of doubt hits her. "Yes?"

He drops her hand and scrambles to get the guitar strap over his head. "Oh hell yeah."

Her smile is so big she can feel the ache in her cheeks but she doesn't care. He wants this as bad as she does.

A voice interrupts them. "Uh Julie? Luke? Where are you going? We have to pack up our stuff so Midnight Mayhem can go on."

Reggie looks confused, his thumb pointing over his shoulder off the back of the stage. Alex's looks suspicious. Julie can feel heat soar to her cheeks as she looks up at Luke's face and sees the eager giddiness there and then back at Alex. Yeah, that tracks.

"Sorry guys. Got a little distracted. Band meeting after we get everything packed up."

She pulls Luke back over to their gear to begin packing up. Squeezing his hand before dropping it to unplug her keyboard.

He looks at her with confusion. "Band meeting?"

"We'll need witnesses."

"Riiiiiight. Nice."

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sojutrait · 1 year

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more speed cas videos!!!

alright heres one more but how i make my maxis match sims hehe

#asks #anon #if the ending seems abrupt that bc it is fgjfgk #when i was picking her traits i finally realized the ea app was doing that annoying thing where some packs dont load #so i had to exit game sigh #n e ways like the last one pleek no download requests this is just for funsies

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icys-junkyard · 2 years

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Capture, and comic, complete!

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Part 1: Meeting Litwick

Part 2: Finding Tynamo

Part 3: Bonding

Ingo proceeds to help Emmet up and support him on the short walk back to the Pokémon Center. They rest up for a while (find a seat, drink some juice, eat a snack- try to recover as much energy as possible) and Ingo convinces Emmet to take the train back home for the day rather than immediately jumping into searching for a partner. Once home, Emmet rests properly and gets to work on planning the best possible course of action to take! What Pokémon, where it lives, how to find it, etc. He has verrry big plans. Ingo does his best to convince the rest of the family that everything is fine and that he will 100% be very responsible with his new litwick, despite the soul sucking nature of it. He proceeds to do an incredible amount of online research (and hopes to ask a professional in person sometime) to figure out ideal litwick care and how to tend to it safely. The catch may have been a bit of an accident, but he’s gonna do his absolute best to be a proper, responsible trainer for it.

#subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #submas #top 10 anime betrayals #hope this doesnt seem like an abrupt end to the comic #but it is essentially the end of their outing- save for the pokecenter pitstop and the ride home #i am currently unsure about the family structure in this au #i def want some uncle drayden but im debating real hard on if their parents are in the picture #if their parents are around ill likely never/rarely show them as i dont want to make oc parents for canon characters #plus if i never show them i can maybe find a canon character to assign as Parent if i grow fond of any being in the position #partners bond au #partners bond: meeting litwick #icys drawings and doodles

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ozzzzzie · 1 year

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going through old files and found this unfinished comic i did april last year that id completely forgotten abt

#infinity train #ryan akagi #min gi park #it book 4 #erm yeah some of the drawings here suck but i like a lot of the panelling enough to post #though i may delete this later.... i dont have a lot of confidence in my comics/ writing ability #plus this is like super old to me now.... it was like just after id finished s4 #id scripted another page so if the ending here seems abrupt thats why... i cant remember what happened in it though

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atthebell · 4 months

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i refuse to believe everyone just accepted that he'd be announcing such a big departure from such a big series via random tweet. sorry for being salty this isnt directed at you btw just like. guys can we all like take some anxiety meds together as a group. please

idk the tweet did imply he's permanently leaving the server so i get people being confused, like don't get pissed at him about it or have a whole freakout but i totally understand thinking that meant he is genuinely not coming back

#asks #anons #listen i am The proponent of 'guys pls stop catastrophizing'#but i do get feeling sad about what seems like an abrupt ending with no future possibility of that character #also lmao. people announcing things via random tweets is so normal that part would not shock me #imo i would rather do that than do it live bc you dont have to deal with chat fucking exploding

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sophiasharp · 10 months

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You know, whenever I read fics that cover the summoning of the current age ghouls, the part that I always gets excited for is Swiss’s arrival.

Most often times, I see his summoning portrayed as an accident- an extra demon clawing its way out of the pit at the first sign of an exit. And this is a very fun take! It puts him automatically at odds with basically everyone: the ghouls, Copia, the rest of the clergy, everyone. Cause what the hell does this random punk without a specific element think he’s doing? He’s an extra, a tag-along, a waste. The man’s got a lot to do if he wants to prove himself useful and not get a one-way ticket back to the pit.

However, consider with me an alternative:

Swiss is Copia’s first ghoul.

Summoning ghouls is a massive deal in the ministry; it means you’re both powerful enough to perform the ritual and important enough to be worth the resources it takes.

Copia’s been studying the process for practically his entire life. He had spent years analyzing the elemental magic ghouls possess, reading voraciously about their capabilities and limits, studying the relationship between the ghoul host and the magic tied to them. He got to witness both Secondo and Terzo’s first summonings, hell, he helped Terzo memorize the sacred words needed to perform it when he was preparing for it. He knows each aspect of the summoning like he knows himself

When it was finally his turn to perform the ritual, to not only summon one ghoul but several, to bring forth replacements for the lost band ghouls and tie their life force to the surface through himself, he is as prepared as anyone could possibly be.

Only, this isn’t the circumstances that Copia thought he’d be doing it.

He’d thought that when he was finally given the chance to summon a ghoul of his own, he’d have a bigger audience than just Sister, Nihil, and the surviving ghouls of the last project. He thought it would be a celebration of his achievements in the Clergy finally being recognized.

He thought his brothers would be there to watch their youngest get everything he’d wanted.

But they aren’t. Instead, their bodies are sitting idle and lifeless somewhere deeper in bowels of the ministry, and he’s taken charge of the decades long dream that each of his brothers put their all into.

As he prepares the ritual, he’s more scared than he thought possible. All the words he could usually recite in his sleep are absent from his mind, replaced with the biting fear of failure and the guilt that hangs above his head at all times like the sword of Damocles.

And in the moment when he finally starts to mutter the incantation, when the energy swirls around the summoning circle, his mind doesn’t have the focus to summon any one specific type of ghoul. Water, air, fire, earth, he doesn’t care.

He just doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

When the ritual is complete, the entire room is left dumbfounded by the creature in the center of it all: a ghoul with no single dominant elemental alignment, but instead a perfect balance of all of them.

Up until now, such a thing was thought of as impossible.

Indeed, this so-called Multi ghoul would prove himself to be remarkable in many, many ways.

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost the band #ghost bc #ghostbc #nameless ghouls #the nameless ghouls #cardinal Copia #I realized towards the end that if I wasn’t careful I was gonna end up writing a whole ficlet instead of a headcanon #so if this seems a bit abrupt then that’s why lol #Sharp’s Headcanons

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hotdrinks · 2 years

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If I remember correctly in Goodbye For Now they said they still had some plans for Magnus a little later down the line. So I think if you're worried the statement remains arg was a slap dash decision made two days ago in a desperate cash grab it may be okay to worry a little less about that? Or there is at least a modicum of evidence that this might be something that has been in the works for a minute.

#i am just some idiot i dont know anything #maybe I'm just trying too hard to be optimistic because i still want to be excited about it idk #i just don't think this is bringing about the end of artistic integrity thr world over #like some people seem to be worried about #drinks talk tag #fully prepared to eat my words over this btw #just not quite feeling the abrupt spiral into complete cynicism yet #tma

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eyes1nthewoods · 10 months

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watched nimona. it was ok.

#(i'm very mean in the tags sorry :()#i havent seen the comic so my criticism is purely of the movie.#idk just kind of a mid kids movie. balister is very cute i liked him.#nimona......i want to like her but idk. i think her backstory should've had more attention put towards it. more hints about it #instead of the really abrupt scene near the end that explains everything. that was stupid.#(honestly better yet don't show anything have a big heartfelt outburst where she half explains what happens #(gross crying optional but preferred)#and leaves the rest to the audiences imagination. maybe a scene with voiceover that doesn't quite reveal everything)#the setting is pretty cool. story didn't make much sense to me.#''the wall is there to protect us against monsters!!'' but there's literally only one monster and it's nimona.#which could have been ok if the movie had been...better written i guess??#like do the guards just sit around doing nothing. is it a police state?? i mean obviously they're cops but. they don't do anything.#they aren't even shown to be especially bad or anything just incredibly incompetent #uhhh the romance is cute. it's nice. i wish it was more fraught and bitter.#the passage of time isn't clear it seems like it happens over the course of like a day???#balister learning to accept nimona was clumsy and rushed #the message of the film is nice. would be better if the movie was good.#i think the movie could've been longer and it would've fixed most of these things #i REALLY liked the animation though. the eyes being permanantly dilated was ehhh but forgivable on account of balister being very cute.

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toyotacorrola · 5 months

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"Radio Static" chapter 4 is out!

Chapter Summary: "Elesa was worried. So far, though, Emmet hadn't fought her very hard on letting her help.

Unfortunately, actually helping wasn't as easy as it seemed."

Chapter Word Count: 2,870

Links: ff.net | neocities

Also can be found under the cut:

Elesa took a breath, deep enough to hurt in the icy December air, then slowly released it. She could do this, it would be fine.

She rapped her knuckles on the door, feeling the slight sting of the finished wood hitting her hand. Usually she wouldn’t bother to hit it so hard, but sometimes Emmet wouldn’t hear it if it wasn’t loud enough. She stood there in silence for a few seconds. Right as she was beginning to think she’d have to knock again, the door swung open.

Emmet looked… rough. He always did, lately. Tonight, though, it seemed that he was actually more put together than usual. She should be happy to see just that slight improvement, but she wondered if it was really that he was starting to get as better as he could, or if it was just for her sake.

Instead of saying anything or letting her thoughts show, she smiled at him and held up the grocery bag in her other hand.

“Hey, Emmie. I brought the good stuff,” she said, a laugh in her voice that she didn’t really feel.

She had been embarrassed of her late night call to Emmet, before. It had been a drunken lapse of judgment, and she had felt so ashamed, thinking she’d bothered him when everything was already so hard on him.

Instead, he had assured her he hadn’t minded, and agreed to let her hang out at his and Ingo’s- at his place. She had been pleasantly surprised, not expecting him to relent so easily. Maybe even he was starved for proper human interaction at this point.

Until then, the only real contact she’d had with him had been her daily check-ins, which were always stiff (even by his standards) and never lasted long. Lately, she’d been busier and busier, so the times she actually got to see him in the flesh lessened, and it was killing her. She was so worried for him with how awful he looked and sounded, increasingly so every time. And without Ingo to keep him in check… well, she just didn’t know.

(Or maybe she did, and she just didn’t want to think about it.)

Not to mention all of those awful rumors about him… she hoped they hadn’t gotten to him yet. She almost hoped they never would, but she knew better.

He smiled back, small and tired, but genuine. It made her own feel that much more real. He stepped back to let her in.

She glanced about the apartment, hoping she was being subtle. He probably already knew what this doubled as, though.

The place was actually neater than it was the last time she’d been there. Everything was in its place, nothing was broken or strewn across the floor. There was even a distinct lack of hair on the furniture. He must have tidied before she’d gotten there.

It may have been for appearance’s sake, to not worry her, but the fact that he’d had the energy and forethought to do so at all gave her hope. Maybe it was naive, maybe she was grasping at straws, but she just needed any sort of sign she could get that her friend would be alright.

They sat down together on the couch, and she rambled pointlessly about her choice of movies for the night. She wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying, not really thinking about it before letting it out. Mostly, she just wanted to fill the room with something, to have his eyes on her, just to know he would react. He seemed interested enough, so she supposed she wasn’t doing too badly.

“My dad loves this movie, but I’ve never actually seen it. He says it’s just horrible, but he’s seen it so many times, and he just kept noticing all these little details that he thinks there’s some sort of secret genius in it. Something about how that’s the problem with trying to make art out of movies - I don’t really know, he’s told me about it so many times, I’ve stopped really paying attention. The others are just a bunch of chick flicks, the only ones my mom actually likes - she hates all those overly sentimental ones. Those were always more Dad’s thing,” she rambled.

Emmet chuckled, but didn’t say anything. She figured that was about as good as she could hope for. She leaned forward and popped the disc in, listening to the old DVD player whir loudly.

They sat quietly together for a while, sometimes laughing at a particularly bad line. She could tell, though, that he was distracted, and she didn’t blame him; so was she. What was odd, though, was that he seemed to be specifically facing away from her most of the time - almost like he didn’t want her to see his face. When the credits started rolling, she stretched and stood to take the disc out. Emmet glanced at the clock. She worried for a moment that she was overstaying her welcome.

“It’s getting a bit late. I can make something, if you’d like to stay for dinner,” he offered, instead.

She couldn’t fight the smile that came upon her face. She wasn’t ready to leave him alone, yet, and she always did love his cooking.

“That sounds wonderful. I’ll help,” she added. She never did like just sitting around while someone else did something for her.

Emmet seemed like he wanted to insist otherwise, but he must have known that would be a losing battle, as he instead led her to the kitchen and asked what she’d like.

“Spaghetti sounds nice,” she said, mostly because it was generally pretty easy. Even if she was helping, she didn’t want to ask too much of him.

As she opened the pantry to get the uncooked pasta, she noticed how sparse the items in it were. Maybe she would start to go with him for grocery trips.

They didn’t really talk, but it was nice, just standing by his side as they worked. She stared at the water, waiting for it to boil. Emmet had been horribly distant as of late, and it had worried her sick. She just wanted to be near him, to see him, to know that he was okay.

It was hard to rid herself of the idea that, if she didn’t watch him very, very carefully, he might just disappear on her, too. For that reason, she’d been pushing more than she usually would, lately. Normally, she’d give him space, despite her worry, and let him come to her if he wanted her help.

Now, though, it was really more about reassuring herself that he was still there than anything. Or, as close to there as she could call… this.

The sound of the water bubbling brought her back to reality. None of that mattered right then. She was here, now, with him - she could see him, he wasn’t going anywhere so long as that was true. For now, that would have to be enough.

She dumped the noodles in, remembering the time she had broken them in half and the boys had chastised her heavily. It brought a smile to her face, before she was sobered again. Everything just felt so different without Ingo, she thought as she poked her spoon into the pot to ensure everything in it was submerged.

She was sure Emmet was feeling his absence then, too. Maybe that was why he had been avoiding her - they didn’t spend much time one-on-one together. It wasn’t that it was awkward, or that he didn’t want to see her, but rather that it was just another reminder of what was missing.

She supposed she’d just have to rectify that by making it into the norm, at least until he returned.

“Hey, Emmet,” she started, and he hummed to show he was listening. “Do you think maybe we could do this again next week? It’s been nice,” she said.

“Sure, that sounds fine,” he said, deadpan as ever, but still sounding disinterested in a way she’d trained herself out of hearing in his voice.

She tried not to feel hurt by his dismissiveness. It was hard on him, on all of them; she knew that. She’d never seen him in a worse state than he had been in lately. She wondered, then, if his cooperativeness that night had really been willingness to finally let her in, or if he just didn’t want to have to push back against her anymore.

In fact, this whole night, it was like he was barely even there. She saw the look in his eyes, then. Her relief from earlier had completely vanished, and she was now very, very scared. Scared for him, of all the things going on in his head that she couldn’t see.

She took a good, long, look at him, the way he’d not quite been letting her the whole night. He had definitely noticed her staring, but he wouldn’t be the one to speak first.

He seemed just… out of it, his eyes completely devoid of anything at all, with huge bags under them that he didn’t even try to hide. His hair was the only part of him that really seemed like it’d been properly washed recently, and not that thoroughly.

She wondered how long it had gone unwashed before she’d told him she was coming over.

She realized, then, the shame and embarrassment that he’d had all night. She hadn’t thought much about the way he’d tried to avoid letting her look at him for too long, lest she notice the minor acne making a resurgence on his skin. She’d seen how barren his fridge and cabinets were, and she could see the way he seemed just that smallest bit slimmer.

It hadn’t been very long since Ingo had gone missing, all things considered, although it had felt like an eternity. She worried, then, how much worse everything would get if things went on this way and no one stepped in.

She wished he would realize that she wouldn’t judge him for any of it. She wouldn’t think any less of him for maybe forgetting some hygiene in the wake of everything they were all going through. However, no matter how carefully she tried to breach the subject, it wouldn’t come across that way. With how hard he’d tried to get her not to notice, it’d likely feel like judgment to him no matter what she actually said.

She just wanted to have a real, serious conversation without hurting him - to express her concern without feeling like she was overstepping. She’d have never thought just a few months ago that she’d have to walk on eggshells around one of her best friends the way she was, now.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a yelp and a curse from where Emmet was pouring the noodles out into a strainer. She turned to see him cradling his hand. He seemed alright, but she noticed he was shaking.

“Emmet…? Are you okay…?” she asked.

She walked over to see his face better, and…

He was crying.

She wasn’t sure what to do. He sank to the floor, as though his knees could no longer hold him up, and so she went with him.

“Emmet, please, just talk to me,” she begged. She was scared, so scared. She understood that he was scared, too. She understood that his hurt likely ran much deeper and differently than her own. She just needed to be able to help him, to do anything at all.

“You wouldn’t understand,” he moaned.

She knew that. Dragons, she knew. But couldn’t she try?

“...Emmet, I know... I know I don't get it. I've never had anything like you and Ingo, in any sense of it. But could you just try to explain it to me? Talking it out might help, and... and I want to help, however I can. Even if it's just listening, even if I can't really understand," she replied.

“...It’s going to sound crazy,” he said, but he sounded ready to give in.

“Try me,” she answered, steady as could be. He chuckled a bit, his eyes alight with just a little bit of the warmth she used to see in them every day.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Okay. Just… give me a minute. Find my words.”

She nodded, and waited. She always would. She understood. She was wondering, though, just what he could possibly be talking about. She’d assumed all of this had to do with Ingo. The thought gave her pause.

…Did he know something…?

She looked back at him, and the atmosphere had changed again. She tried not to think too harshly of him - but just what was he hiding from her?

Across from her, Emmet took a breath, and began speaking.

"I am Emmet. For my whole life, I have known one thing for sure. The world would never be silent. For as long as I can remember, my hearing has not been a guarantee. But I would still hear something. Ingo… he would still be there, in my mind. He would speak to me, still, and he would be my ears. Now he is… Gone. There is nothing there. Radio silence."

To say she was confused would be an understatement.

“Emmet, what are you talking about?” she asked, maybe a tad less patient than she’d wanted to come across.

“Elesa, I am going to say something and it is going to sound like a lie. But I need you to believe me anyway,” he said.

She was conflicted. He had been acting so strange today, but never in all of her time knowing him had she known Emmet to be a liar. Even as unusual as his behavior had been, she couldn’t believe he would lie to her when it came to Ingo.

“Okay,” was all she said.

Please, don’t start lying to me now.

“Ingo and I, we share a… connection, of sorts,” he began. “What I see through my own eyes, he could easily see as though it were through his own. What he thinks, I would hear as clearly as though they were my own thoughts. Always, always, he has been there, even when we were apart. And now, I…” he trailed off.

“...Don’t hear him at all,” she finished, dazed. It was quite a thing to ask her to believe. She had half a mind to think he’d gone insane. She couldn’t blame him, if he had.

But really, stranger things had happened in her life.

She believed him, wholeheartedly. She really wished she didn’t, though.

“So, if you can't… If he’s not…” she tried to say, but she couldn’t find it in herself to voice her fears.

“What else could it mean?” he asked, sadly. “One second, he was there, and the next, he just… wasn’t. No warning, nothing.”

She’d heard he’d acted strange on the day Ingo had disappeared. Apparently, he’d said some odd things just before people started searching for him - had suddenly asked about him, despite being in the middle of working, and already having not seen him in hours by that point.

She’d thought it was just one of those times you get a bad feeling, and it turns out to be right. A coincidence, or a one-time thing. She’d heard of it before.

She knew she was being too quiet, that he was probably waiting for an actual response from her. But what could she say? How could she reassure him?

Still… maybe it was foolish, but one thing about her was that she was determined to hope. Emmet had once said that she and his brother were alike, in that way. She didn’t think she could ever live up to Ingo’s own spirit, but by the Dragons, would she try.

“Do you wonder if, maybe… well, would it be too absurd to think that, just maybe… something… took him?” she asked.

His brow furrowed harshly. “What?” he asked.

“Think about it,” she said. “There’s no body, no blood - nothing at all to really indicate that he was ever there in the first place, except for his belongings. If he’s dead, then where’s his body? Where did it go? Why wouldn’t whoever… why would they leave his belt?” It was too painful to refer to her friend’s supposed murder, even if she was telling herself that wasn’t what happened.

Emmet was still silent, so she continued.

“Wouldn't you have felt some kind of pain from him, even if he died instantly? And how-”

“Stop,” he interrupted. “Please, just… just stop. Don’t. Don’t give me hope.”

“Emmet…” she started.

“No, no. There’s just no way. Who could have possibly taken him so quickly that I didn’t feel anything? What could they have done to manage that?” he asked. Pleaded, really.

“Maybe it’s not who,” she started, carefully. “But what.”

She let the implications linger, let him think about it on his own. She could see the hesitation in his face, but also that he was thinking about it. Deeply.

He looked up at her, that old fire back in his eyes.

“I think… I have a lot to think about,” he said.

#ending on this one feels kind of abrupt and the whole thing seems a little slow for my taste but hopefully it's good #much prouder of next week's chap #txt #fic #radio static au #submas #subway master emmet #gym leader elesa #pkmn #fanfiction

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thebirdandhersong · 2 years

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holding on real tight to "if you don't want me / then you're not the one" this week ladies

#was rejected a few days ago without even SAYING ANYTHING and boys HOWDY #there are some ways to get across I'm Not Interested to someone but alas this was not a very gracious or generous one #beloved friends. sisters in Christ. if a boy is not interested in you and isn't very mature he may do similar unthoughtful things #such as: ignoring you completely in group settings when he's speaking very loudly and animatedly to Everyone Else #completely avoiding eye contact. very short and abrupt answers when you ask him simple unobtrusive questions about his day etc. etc.#making it Very Clear in uncharitable ways (at least according to my diana anyhow) that he just does not want to be around you #don't waste your time!!!! i am not going to waste mine #anyway the end of another saga........... first mr knight and now the firefly boy (sigh) too many things happening in one year #would like to......have a break from boy troubles for once :')#anyhow that's that on that......back to schoolwork!#alas girls songbird once again had high hopes and he seemed very nice #aside from questionable coffee drinking choices and this sort of behaviour he SEEMED like someone i could get along with quite well #i mean not every boy will listen to songbird ramble for a while on modernist literature and ask questions at the end #but all that goes to show that one ought not to be hasty :')#slings and arrows of outrageous fortune in year 21 #the pluto chapter

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fullmetalwindbreaker · 1 year

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finally watched ghost in the shell. i figured there would be some but there’s even more nipples and ass and pussy bulge in this movie than i expected

#this like fr a good movie tho #big fan of the series of dystopian city vignettes under dramatic music as a scene transition #i kind of want to watch it again right away #the ending seemed kind of abrupt but i did pause it in the middle and come back a day later

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end-orfino · 1 year

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Hey so like. What if that was it. Do we have any proof that this wasn't the end of the show

#i hope it's going to continue but like #i dont think the tone can be the same after this. not unless theres gonna be a 'gotcha!' moment in later eps #but maybe thats what worthitkids wants. or maybe he'll make it work w/ the same tone he seems capable enough #but also i feel like an abrupt ending like this wouldnt be out of the question #but like if u have anything where he mentions btb having future updates. pls let me know #bigtop burger #btb

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keclan · 11 months

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having to stop my hunger games rewatch because it’s 2am and i forgot people who make movie adaptations of books looooove to split the last book into two parts 😒

#can’t do another 2.5 hour movie #truly they could have cut some fat from mockingjay part 1 methinks #however i seem to recall part 2 being good #and the ending of the book was abrupt so if they padded the end of the movie that’s fine #part 1 though it’s like god i miss peeta my friend peeta wheres peeta

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anomalouscorvid · 2 years

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apples for @beetle-swarm, thank you for the fate, my thoughts on lost in reflections are thus: woo July info, augh, and i think i might have somehow made the wrong decision at the last moment (or the one that didn't have the outcome i might have wanted, potentially) but... no info on fate-locked actions... so i have no idea....

insert apple-related pun here. i'm not sure if i can think of a single bad thing apples itself has done which is surprising. all in all, seems like a good bat.

gave it an owl-facial-disc-like pattern on the head but that sort of got lost in the shading.

#fallen london #i smashed the mirror but uh. not sure what that did #seemed to result in a suspiciously abrupt ending...

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pineapple-split · 2 years

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Oof - we’re really in it now. I have to word vomit my feelings out.

If you take this story as social commentary, this is the part where I feel like The Point is being made. All those weeks of setup have led us here. These letters over the past week are just a master class of failure to address literally anything.

Imagine if Volanges had simple sat down and talked to Cecile instead of shuttling her around the countryside and bringing in a third party to “keep her in line.” I think she loves Cecile in her way, but lord I have not seen a single bit of actual parenting from her this whole time! But that doesn’t seem like a thing that happens between mothers and daughters here. She’s a Woman of Society first and a mother second, it seems. (And to me that’s really representative of how relationships seem to work on a wider scale - very few seem to be genuine or rooted in anything at all beyond the current whims of the social contract. Built on shifting sands, etc)

Valmont and Merteuil are fairly self-explanatory in how they use people as their personal playthings. But it’s interesting that they conduct themselves as if this is all right and normal. This all grew out of some old slight to Merteuil and Valmont’s boredom, lives are in the process of being ruined, and the only indication we get of self-awareness is Merteuil’s insistence that there must not be proof. It’s fine to do these things, but to have them acknowledged out in the open is what’s ruinous. What would they say in the salons? Also I am banging my head against the wall that no one bothers to connect Valmont’s presence to the open misery of two women, one of whom literally flees and to whom Valmont’s aunt acknowledges that her nephew is at fault. Lady! The slightest bit of effort on your part please! I’ve gotten the impression that Valmont is a known rake, so….??????

Problem-solving seems to begin and end with “wring my hands and write a letter to a confidante about it”. Which - is fine as a beginning, you gotta let it all out, but then to return to business as usual? Knowing something is off? Wild. Valmont and Merteuil exemplify one brand of evil, but then there’s everyone else who just lets them get away with it. This is all just another upper class game after all, because these people are rich and bored and only pay attention to morals insomuch as it’s fashionable to toss out pithy quotes to make themselves look better.

I’ll be interested to come back to this after Le Shit Goes Down to see to what extent the rest of society frowns on these goings on because the actions are themselves wrong or if rather, the physical proof of them is embarrassing to everyone.

#dangerous liaisons daily #spoilers #kind of?#this is not a complaint post to be clear #I am very aware that this is The Point of it all #and it is maddening to read in real time!#just total societal failure at every level it’s really astounding #there’s so much more to say too like is Sophie at all concerned with the abrupt cease of communication from Cecile?#Danceny is a different brand of asshole that begins and ends with ‘entitled prick’#I also feel deeply for Tourvel but I’m really questioning her judgement at times #but she seems so isolated and she’s still so young and she IS being manipulated #does she have anyone else to talk to besides Volanges?

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