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hchollym · 2 years

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Kid Percy Weasley headcanons!!!??

Ooh, I actually wrote something with kid!Percy a long time ago (and just cross-posted it to A03 on my other account) called Doughnuts. (As a warning though, I don't suggest looking through that username for other kid!Percy stories - I have some weird and dark stuff on there 🤣🤷)

My Kid!Percy Weasley Headcanons:

Percy loved reading, but since there were no libraries in the wizarding world (and the Weasleys couldn't afford a lot of books), he ended up reading his mom's books, including her diet books, the household dictionary, and even her smutty romance novels (much to her horror when she realized it after he innocently described someone as "trembling in pleasure" because he didn't understand the context).

The twins demanded that Percy read them a bedtime story every night, because Percy was the only one who would use different voices for each character.

Percy was also the only one who could always tell Fred and George apart, but sometimes he would pretend that he couldn't, because the twins would laugh really hard when they thought they tricked him.

Out of all the Weasley children, Percy was left the most confused by the First Wizarding War. By the time it ended, the twins were only 3, so they didn't remember it at all (neither did Ron or Ginny), and Bill and Charlie were 11 and 9, so their parents explained more of what was happening. Percy was 5, so he remembers it, but he didn't understand it at the time and he was still pretty young, so all he remembers is feeling afraid, and his mom crying when his uncles left and never came back, and his mom being very serious when she repeated the rules over and over again (”stay quiet”, “go hide if someone knocks on the door”, “don't let your siblings cry too loudly”). That was when Percy’s anxiety started, and it was also why he liked to have a clear set of rules, because it made him feel safer and more secure.

Percy got compared to Bill a lot, by almost everyone. They were similar in appearance and intelligence, so most adults would make comments about the two of them, which is why Percy felt so much pressure to live up to Bill’s achievements with his OWLS and being a prefect/Head Boy.

He tried to sneak onto the Hogwarts Express when Charlie left for his first year of Hogwarts, because he felt like he was ready too, but he was caught before it left the station. The twins were so mad at him for trying to leave them that they didn't talk to him for a week.

Percy was actually pretty good friends with Cedric. Cedric lived nearby, and their parents got along well, so they saw each other on a fairly regular basis. Even though Cedric was closer in age to the twins, they were usually a little too intense for him (as an only child, he wasn't used to so much chaos, and it was a little intimidating), so Cedric clung to Percy instead, because Percy was quiet but nice to him, and he always played with Cedric without acting like he was too cool/too old for it. Percy even wrote to Cedric after he started Hogwarts to tell him all about it. That was partially why Cedric wanted to become a prefect when he got to Hogwarts, and after he got the position in his 5th year, Percy was the first person he told, and Percy was super proud of him.

Percy once helped Charlie sneak a niffler into the Burrow and kept it hidden for several weeks before their mom found out (it was after Bill left for Hogwarts but before Charlie was old enough, so the two of them spent a little more time together, and Charlie convinced him to keep the secret). Their mom’s jewelry kept going missing, and she kept accusing the twins before she finally caught the niffler in the act.

When Percy first got his glasses, he was excited because he looked like his dad, but then Bill made an offhand comment about “tough luck - glasses are lame" (because he was an angsty teen), and Percy hated wearing them after that.

Percy actually loved playing quidditch with his siblings, because it was one of the only times that he really felt like he belonged with all of them, and he was actually a fairly good Chaser. He never wanted to play on the Gryffindor team, but he still played at home until his 5th year, when he started to focus more on being a prefect and his OWLS.

Percy helped his mom cook/make lunch and dinner all the time, but not breakfast because he actually hated getting up early, and he usually only woke up when the twins started jumping on his bed.

Some of these extended beyond kid!Percy... Oops. Sorry! 🤣

Thanks for the ask! 😊

#i made myself sad with some of these #ask me #bennyhawk02 #percy weasley #kid percy weasley #my headcanons #hp #george weasley #fred weasley #charlie weasley #cedric diggory

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purgatory-jar · 7 months

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Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, i'll -

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#crowley/aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens #the bookshop #I made myself sad and now I'm making it ya'll problem #I gave up on the shading at some point #thunderjellyfisharts

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lizluzz · 4 months

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The cast and crew sharing their love 🩷

Just wanted to have them all together

(x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x)

#our flag means death #ofmd #I'm sure I missed some #made myself sad again #david jenkins #rhys darby #lizluz

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somewhere-in-wales · 2 months

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You know what I was just thinking about? That feeling when you fall hard for someone you can't have.

And every time you see them your heart jumps. You drop EVERYTHING for a chance to spend time with them. Hearing from them lights you up, and your life can be divided between the time you get to spend with them and the time spent waiting to be with them again.

That agonising, heartbreaking, soul-crushing feeling of having fallen so deep that you can't see a way out, and you don't even want to.

Now imagine that going on for hundreds of years.

And then, when it finally looks like there might be a way out, together, it gets ripped away.

I was just thinking about that.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #the final 15 #ineffable heartbreak #aziraphale #crowley #good omens 2 #aziracrow #I made myself sad #holy shit this is angsty #have some angst

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xenomorphicdna · 6 months

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On the string propaganda

Heeellll yeah

Bestie is an entire PLACE

I look at those guys and let me tell you the soul of that thing ain't just in the puppet, it's in all the neurons carrying the thoughts and emotions, it's in the power rails that serve as the heart. All the memories in the memory conflux and all the numbers we see flicker across displays, the flux condensers, the puppet; a little avatar.

No way these massive machines see life the same way we do. They have their own experiences and senses and things they hold dear. A world we can't imagine, a way of living we couldn't even comprehend.

I could never tear an iterator apart to be just a puppet. Who am I to decide how's life supposed to be enjoyed or perceived?

You treat your creechurs however you want- I ain't gonna dictate that. But damn, hearing the thrums and buzzes of the linear systems rail? They are alive with so much power, these mechanical beasts are exactly what they should be.

#sorry im just a really passionate on the string believer #you cant tell me that these massive structures kilometers wide capable of things we cant even image would look at something thats #thats comparable to a speck of dust and be like #yes i would like to rid myself of practically my entire body to be that tiny #this aint no “if i were a supercomputer i'd be sad i couldnt see the sky like i do now”#thats only because you have something to compare it to #if i were to suddenly loose everything to be just some microscopic creature i'd be miserable but only because i know what im loosing #id be loosing the ability to think like i do now id be loosing the ability to enjoy the things i do now #i dont know what life is like as a microscopic creature but i wouldnt be willing to give up my life as i know it now #and i think with iterators are the same #just how different is their life from ours and what things can they see that we are missing out on?#give up everything comfortable and known and for what??#to feel the sun? they absolutely have various temperature sensors #see the sky? those overseers were made to see things those visuals are in 4k #other animal comforts?? what about computer comforts??#what makes a lil creature happy may not necessary make a massive supercomputer happy #sorry big rant in the tags um just wanna say this is no hate to anyone who wants their creatures off the string #these are fictional beings and you do whatever makes you happy take them off the string set them loose yess enjoy little robots running #around be happy i love reading ya alls off the string shenanigans #rain world #iterator #drawins #oc veil of dreams #rw talk #rain world oc #iterator oc

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luck-of-the-drawings · 1 month

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smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

#jrwi show #jrwi fanart #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #made this within a short span of wahtever bc i gotta go up to the mountains for my stupid gay job tonight n im trying #nnot to frrRREAAAK THE FUCK OUUTTTTTTi dont wanna work but. get that bread we fuckin shall i guess #ONWARDS TO THE FISH TORMENT!! sometimes flowers feel pain when you trim them before their blossoming. atleast i imagine so #i used to draw gillion with loooong hair tied into a big ol braid. and then it was confirmed that he had short hair when he was little.#AT FIRST I WAS SAD. but then i realized the duality of. when they were little. gill had short hair. edyn had long hair.#AND NOW THEYRE OLDER. and gillion has long hair. and edyn has short hair #both mirroring eachother. looking up to eachother. subconsciously or not. they most certainly care. and most certainly miss eachother.#GILLION ALWAYS LOVED HOW LONG HAIR LOOKs. atleast i imagine so. he hasnt cut it since he left the undersea. sure he wanted to go back home #but even at the very start. he knew he was free in some way now. free to grow out his hair. an adventure would await him before he returns.#he knew it would be a while. so he cant let this go. he cant let this sought-after hair-length get cut away from him again #not yet. not yet. i like to think he loved music too. I SAW SOMETHING INTERESTING A BIT AGO #i see alot of ppl commenting on my baby gill comics like;'i wouldFIGHT this teacher i wanna KILL EM i want them DESTROYED #all very good and nice sentiments! i LOVE the energy here! and it would be nice. to have that catharsis #but the story of young tidestrider is not a story of catharsis. it is a story of agony and being so so small and so special and also so dum #and sucking so bad. and just being a kid and doing the things that a little kid does and so many tired tired people reacting badly to it #youre supposed to be the hero that will save us. our world hangs in the balance and you are the one who tips the scales.#YOU are supposed to SAVE US!! you NEED to SAVE US! CAN YOU PLEASE STOP SQUIRMING IN YOUR STUPID CHAIR!!#you'd think that young tidestrider ought to prevail. and be tucked someplace all safe and sound.#elders gone missing and rotting in a jail. their cultists nowhere around. but theres no happy endings. not here not now.#this tale is all sorrows n woes. you may dream that justice n peace win the day. but thats not how this story goes #BIG ideas for this lil baby gillion series. if anything i make ever gets disproven im killing myself in a well as to poison a water supply

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chloecherrysip · 1 year

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"I hope you told your brother how much you loved him, because you're probably never gonna see him again."

"..."

"Was that too dark?"

"YES!"

"Sorry."

#mario movie #mario move spoilers #super mario bros movie #super mario bros #mario and luigi #super mario bros movie spoilers #cherrysip edits #i was gonna make a different gifset today but then i found that new trailer and WELL HERE WE ARE lol #TOAD SERIOUSLY CAN YOU READ THE ROOM HERE???????????#first time in the town was kinda funny second time was genuinely a bit upsetting to the point that i gasped when i heard the dialogue #mario would prefer you Do Not Say Things Like That!!!!!!!#he is no way shape or form emotionally prepared to grapple with the idea of his brother being dead or never being able to find him #that would end him. that would destroy him. he would truly not know how to go on. so that is just firmly Not a Possibility in his brain #(and now i made myself REALLY sad thinking about mario remembering this conversation a little later and wondering #when WAS the last time he told luigi he loved him????? he can't remember. he loves his brother more than anything and anyone #but he hasn't said it outloud in so long and the realization of that is extremely painful. there's some more angst for you!!!)#anyway this is just a compilation of all the significant scenes where mario and luigi are actually together we've seen so far and I CRY #also the brand-new one of them running through town!!! omg it's perfect #with mario doing unnecessary parkour and luigi just diligently jogging along on the outside and avoiding the mess #the characterization even in the tiniest moments like this is truly CHEF'S KISS #will be working on more gifsets because my brain just needs to stare at all this until the movie comes out lololol

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cheeriochat · 17 days

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Hmmmm DMC headcannons 3!!!!

This one's a bit wordy

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• Dante and Vergil are the type of twins that when they are close by, are touching in any way possible. Sitting together? Dante is leaning on Vergil. Standing together? Vergil has his arm resting on Dantes shoulder. Walking together? They keep bashing into eachothers side. They can spend time apart (obviously) but when they are close there is always some form of contact.

• Nero felt phantom pains where his hand used to be, but when his arm grew back they kind of just became ordinary pains. He wasn't sure if it was a side affect of growing a whole ass arm back or something but he was happy when they went away.

• I kind of think Kyrie would have depression. I mean she went through a lot and lost her parents and brother but she lived, so I feel like she would have survivors guilt but due to constantly being busy she wouldn't really have the time to process it. It's a sad headcannon but I feel like it just seems right :(((

• On a bit of a lighter note, I feel like Kyrie would have a good support system though. I mean she has Nero obviously, but also I think she would have Lady, Trish and Dante there for her and eventually Vergil too.

• Talking about Trish, Lady and Dante. I feel like Lady and Trish would go shopping Bayonetta 2 style, and have Dante carry all their stuff around. (He gets compensated for his work when they stop at a Cafe and he gets a parfait, although he doesnt mind helping his friends)

• Nero has a huge sweet tooth, but because of the kids, he can't keep anything to satisfy his need for sugar around long enough. Vergil likes to buy him sweet stuff though as a form of peace offering. He's found Nero likes Lemon Sherbets, Sour patch kids, and controversially, Liquorice.

• Vergil likes Hotpot and Shabu Shabu. I don't know, I just feel this in my soul.

• Dante is jealous that Vergil gets a tail and he doesn't. Vergil is jealous Dante's horns are fancier than his. They are both content with the wings that they have. (Also vergil has long skinny fangs with sharp teeth and Dante has wider, stubbier (but still as equally sharp) fangs with more "human" teeth)

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 8 months

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Happy day one of Chatember, starting it off with strong with the Thunderclan (Jin) leader, Jin Guangshan (Lionstar)

(Name and AU credits to @clintbeefwoods!)

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #mdzs au #MDZS Warrior Cats AU #jin guangshan #He's a Persian calico!#Him and Madam Jin are T4T. This is very important and we are standing by it #No matter what it was always in the stars that JGS was going to be a local menace (whore) to the kittypets.#I saw the opportunity to draw JGS pregnant with his kitty nips out and had to take it #Can you fault me? Can't you see I had no choice but to take this path?#Anymeow; The Mythological Figure and dear mutual clintbeefwoods and I have been plotting a powerful AU!#and we have come up with some GOOD stuff. Can't wait to show you all!#I meant to do something for doggust but my life has been very hectic lately (I did Not Know It Was September Today)#I do have a creature (dog in shape cat at heart) whom I love dearly but shes very old and sick. So drawing her made me quite sad #Anyways I'm gonna TRY and finish another comic today to get back on track. It will be late. I'm trying to not beat myself up for it.

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rambheem-is-real · 2 months

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Cross My Heart Pt 1

pairing: kid varadha x kid deva

Summary:

Deva barely makes it a few feet out of the arena before he collapses from the pain. His family and Varadha have things to say when he wakes up.

breaking news: in a *shocking* twist of events, touching a live wire can in fact fuck you up

Deva walks out of the arena, feeling like his nerves are vibrating inside of him. He can taste thick, coppery blood through his teeth, there’s a ringing in his ears, and there’s a searing pain across his shoulders that he knows means there’ll probably be a scar later. He can barely see five feet in front of him, his vision is so blurry.

But he can’t show weakness now, not after everything he’s done.

He’s gotten Varadha his mukku pogu back, had won it for his prince. That bastard had dared to lay a hand on him, to take what rightfully belonged to Varadha, but with what he’s done today Deva knows Rudra won’t go after Varadha for a while.

However, that depends on Deva staying strong now. He’s in no position to fight, he’s aware that he probably fucked something up internally, but he had tried to project enough confidence and anger into his warning to Rudra that he hopes the act was convincing enough.

Keep going, he wills himself, begging the adrenaline coursing through him to not abandon him right now.

Deva can see Varadha’s proud smile out of the corner of his eye, the bounce in his step that was missing this morning when he sought Deva out, nose bare. He can’t let Varadha know how badly it hurts, knows his friend will blame himself for it when it wasn’t his fault at all.

They make it past the gates of the arena, thankfully not followed by Rudra or his lackeys. Varadha beams at Deva, and opens his mouth, probably to say something adorable as usual, when Deva feels the last of the hormones leave him. Varadha’s joyful face morphs quickly into horror as Deva lurches forward, catching Deva in his arms. He cries out as Varadha grabs at his sensitive shoulders, and feels Varadha tense at the sound.

Fuck, Deva thinks. His plan of not letting Varadha know was a bust. The world fades to black along with Varadha’s panicked cries of Deva’s name. Sorry raa, Deva thinks before he finally blacks out from the pain.

Deva wakes up feeling like he got hit by a bus, with a headache the size of Mars, but at least that infernal ringing noise is gone. His vision is still blurry, but not as bad as it was the last time he was awake. It’s enough to make out the figure of his father sitting on a chair beside the bed Deva’s laying on, looking worried somewhere above Deva’s head. There are voices from that direction, and Deva focuses to hear his mother and.. Varadha? arguing with another man.

“What do you mean you can’t fix him?” Amma demands.

The man, probably a doctor, sounds nervous in the face of Amma’s anger as he tries to placate her. “I’m sorry, but the shock he went through will have long term consequences. There’s nothing I can do about that.”

“You’re the doctor though, isn’t it your job to fix people?” Varadha asks, and with a pang of guilt, Deva notes that his voice is rough, like he’s been crying for a long time.

Deva tries to sit up, but realizes his muscles feel so heavy he doesn’t have the strength to move anything other than his head, and maybe if he tries hard, his hands. He tries to call Varadha’s name, but his throat closes up and he can only manage a truly pathetic cough. At the sound, everyone immediately crowds around him.

“Deva, how are you feeling now?” Amma asks, clutching his face, and he can see tears in her eyes.

“I’m okay, Amma,” Deva says, trying his best to project strength, and can see everyone visibly take a breath of relief.

The doctor examines Deva briefly. “I’ll let you all talk to the patient first,” he says, gathering up the medical supplies haphazardly placed on the table next to Deva’s bed. “I’ll be back to do more tests soon.”

As soon as the doctor leaves, Varadha throws himself on top of Deva, sobbing. Deva tries to comfort his friend, but he can barely lift his arm high enough to simply place his hand on top of Varadha’s soft curls. He looks up at his parents, trying to see what he should do, how he should comfort Varadha, but is met with two stony faces. Deva winces.

Amma immediately starts yelling. “What were you thinking? Are you crazy?”

Dhaara joins in, voice thick with worry. “Touching a live wire like that!”

“The next time you pull something like this I’ll kick you out!”

“Varadha told us what happened-”

“Then you’ll know, once you feel what I felt when-”

“-could’ve died, you’re lucky the current wasn’t high enough to kill-”

The voices start overlapping as Deva’s headache worsens, and he shuts his eyes against the sensory overload. He also doesn’t really know what to say that will get him out of this, so he stays quiet.

They pause for a few seconds, realizing Deva’s not listening.

“Deva,” Dhaara starts gently. “The doctor says you’re going to have complications for the rest of your life.”

Deva opens his eyes. “Like what?” Not like he really cares, but might as well know.

His parents look at each other, then back at him, like they’re unsure of how he’ll take the news.

“The doctor said you’ll have a lifetime of unpredictable muscle tremors and temporary paralysis. And that’s the bare minimum. You’ll still have to be tested for the next few weeks to make sure you don’t develop cataracts in your eyes, and see how badly the feathering marks across your shoulders scar.” Dhaara says, looking more and more devastated by the time he gets to the end. “You’ll also have to be monitored for any neurological damage.”

“Ok,” is all Deva replies.

His silence seems to enrage Amma even more. “Do you even care? Who’ll take care of you when you’re old and paralyzed? Who’s going to marry you with those scars on your back?”

Dhaara winces. “Ammadi, why are you bothered about all that? He’s barely ten.”

“I’m his mother, of course I’ll bother about it! It’ll be me tending to him decades later if his condition worsens!”

“Of course I’ll be there too, he’s our son, we’ll both take care of him-”

“That’s not the point-”

Deva tunes them out once again, realizing that he’s regained enough strength in his fingers that he’s able to stroke through Varadha’s hair. I’d love to braid the hair if it gets longer, Deva thinks absently. He only knows the traditional Shouryanga ones, but he resolves to find out if there are any special Mannarsi braids.

Dhaara is the first to quiet down, and gently mentions to Amma that they should calm down since Deva is still hurt.

Amma sniffles. “Ah, like he has that consideration for his poor parents. He doesn’t care if we live or die.” The tone makes Deva feel awful even though he knows she’s exaggerating. He refuses to feel regret, though. No matter how upset it makes his mother feel. He won’t ever regret defending Varadha, not even if he loses his life in the process.

Dhaara sends one last worried look towards his son before he leads Amma out of the room to let Deva rest.

By this time, Varadha’s sobs have quieted, and he turns his face to look up at Deva. His eyeliner is completely smudged, falling in black streams down his face, his cheeks are red and blotchy, and there’s snot in his nose from crying so hard. Deva thinks he’s still the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

“Arey Vara,” he starts.

Varadha sits up and quickly punches him in the chest again, making Deva recoil.

“Ow, what the hell?”

Deva regrets every single time he’s teased Varadha for not being aggressive enough towards anyone he’s angry at as Varadha tears into him.

“You absolute fucking buffoon! Look at the state of you, yedava [idiot]! What the hell were you even thinking?”

“Not you too,” Deva groans.

“I thought you were fine!” Varadha cries. “You got up fine, you threatened Rudra and you were fine, you walked out fine, I thought you were FINE! And then you collapse in my arms, what the hell was I supposed to think?”

“Sorry raa.”

“No, that’s not enough! I had to carry you all the way back to your house, asshole! I thought you were about to die in my arms!” He’s close to tears again. “All for what, a fucking nose ring? Let him have it, I would rather have you, alive and well rather than a stupid nose ring!”

Deva stubbornly looks through the window next to him. He’s fine apologizing for worrying Varadha, but if Varadha thinks he’ll get an apology for getting his nose ring back, he might as well give up now. Varadha’s too nice for his family, he needs someone like Deva who’s willing to get fucked up to make sure Varadha gets the respect he deserves. He may not see it that way, but that’s just Khansaar for the both of them. Only the strong survive in this place.

“What, are you gonna give me the silent treatment too?”

Deva avoids Varadha’s glare. He’s pretty much paralyzed right now, it’s not like he can do anything else. He can keep playing this game.

Finally, Varadha gives in, and softens his voice. “Fine. Please raa, just promise me.” He lifts his hand up, and Deva looks over. “Promise me you’ll never do anything as reckless as this again for me.” Deva hates how desperate he sounds. He so wants to promise Varadha anything he wants, anything he asks for, never wants Varadha to cry again in this life if Deva can help it, but he can’t promise this.

Varadha seems to notice his hesitation. “Ok. Don’t promise. Just.. just say you’ll try your best. At least give me that.”

Deva sighs. It’s the best he’ll get. He tries to lift his arm up to put his hand in Varadha’s awaiting hand, but it takes him a few seconds to get there. He pretends not to notice the way Varadha’s face falls as he sees how badly Deva’s hand is shaking.

“Fine. I’ll try my best to not be reckless again.”

Varadha frowns. “Try to keep your word Deva, please. Don’t make me go through this again.” His voice drops into a whisper, and another tear slowly makes its way down Varadha’s face. “I thought I lost you.”

Deva doesn’t know how to respond to Varadha being this honest with him, this vulnerable. He’s never been good with comforting words, so he attempts to shrug and tell a joke to cheer Varadha up, but fights back a groan at the searing pain in his shoulders as he attempts to lift them. Varadha’s eyes track the movement and the subsequent twitch of pain, and Deva internally winces at the resurgence of guilt he can see in them.

“Varadha… Rey. It wasn’t your fault. It was fully my decision to challenge the pailwan.”

Varadha visibly debates responding to that, but seems to realize Deva’s just as stubborn as him, and gives up. “Whatever.” He fidgets for a few seconds, then comes to a decision. He looks Deva in the eyes. “I’ll always be there for you, raa. You know that, right?”

“Of course I know that,” Deva says, confused.

Varadha shakes his head. “No, I mean, what your mom was saying earlier… she’s wrong. If this does fuck you up in the future, when you’re older, I’ll be there to take care of you. No matter what I’m doing, no matter where you are, I’ll find you, and I’ll be there for you.” There’s determination in his eyes, and Deva knows he meant what he said, every bit of it.

Deva gives him a small smile, floored by the depth of affection Varadha has for him.

Varadha frowns at his reaction. “Unbelievable. You actually thought I’d let you do something like this and then not take care of you afterwards. Yedava.” He settles back onto Deva’s chest. “You won’t get rid of me that easily, don’t worry.” Varadha moves so his ear is directly over Deva’s heart. Deva feels a warmth slowly expand inside him as he realizes Varadha’s trying to comfort himself by listening to Deva’s heartbeat.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Varadha asks softly, tracing the feathering marks on the back of Deva’s arm.

“Not at all,” Deva says, and Varadha scoffs, but is it even a lie? He gets to feel his Varadha’s cheek pressed into his chest, gets to hear him all but explicitly say that Deva is someone he genuinely loves and cares for. What more could he want?

They sit in silence like that for a while, enjoying each other’s company.

Before he slips back into unconsciousness, Deva can hear footsteps coming back into the room, then stopping abruptly. He knows Varadha is asleep by now, can feel the even pattern of his breaths, and he himself probably looks asleep as well. There’s silence, then a hushed “Dhaara, what are we going to do about this?”

Deva fights to stay awake, wants to hear the response to that, but is rapidly losing the battle.

The last thing he hears is an amused, “I suppose we’ll have to start being nicer to Raja Mannar, if he’s going to be part of our family in a few years.”

#salaar #salaar fic #varadeva #i needed some deva whump so i wrote it myself #this shit is factual btw i did actual research for this #made myself very sad in the process #honestly this could be very much canon compliant deva's hands tend to shake a lot when he's angry #jail scene i'm thinking of you #also the mood swings

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emily-mooon · 6 months

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You know when I hear people say they want more messy relationships in ST, I’m tempted to point my finger to the corner where Stonathan sits.

#to me they have toxic boyfriendism energy #why do you think I made them the way they are in my st bbc ghosts au #I will admit that I’m not really into messy relationships myself but stonathan is a special case where I will consume it #like look at it this way #the ex of Nancy caught kissing her boyfriend who once beat him up in an alley back in 83’#there is drama there and I hope next season I get some good ‘stonathan shenanigans in stupidity’ moments #and have Steve and Nancy be snarky exes that gifts me back s1 stoncy friendship dynamic #and then Jonathan has a boyfriend and a girlfriend who fight for the right to wear the yellow sweater and the black denim jacket #it’s the fine wine of ST enemies to lovers stories #and it’s sad to see that barely anybody wants to drink it cause it’s sooooo good #note that I will be using the saying ‘stonathan shenanigans in stupidity’ whenever I can after s5 comes out cause it rolls off the tongue #amazingly #stranger things #stonathan

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pr0cyon-lotor · 4 months

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A swordsman having a favorite sword and it their pride and joy. It's basically a part of them, they can't even think about replacing it. It's them, it's a part of them, a part of their soul. They're insulted if you even try to touch their sword because it's them

And the swordsmith. The poor swordsmith. They've made blades for as long as they could lift a hammer. It's their lifeblood. Whenever someone asks what their most prized sword, they smile longingly and reply that they don't have it in their shop but they're sure everyone had saw it.

They always think of the swordsman and their prized sword. The blade forged from an act of love, a piece of the swordsmith's heart was forged into the metal. So many sleepless nights were spent to ensure the blade was beyond perfect.

And it was. It was beautiful. It was a confession. A confession unspoken. A confession unheard. Yet, as the swordsman wins another battle with the blade forged from the swordsmith's very heart, he looks longingly at the warrior. Their love keeps the swordsman safe, and that makes them happy.

#sorry I made myself sad about my own characters #WHY CAN'T THEY JUST BE HAPPY 😭😭😭#(I'm the author :[ )#oc writing #my writing #oc #oc rambling #I'll show them off later #until then I'm going to cry over them some more #OC Story: Iron Devotion

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blubujollyrancher · 8 months

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that relatable moment when you assumed the girl you used to care for perished in a tragic lab ablaze incident and only realized she still lived when you stumble upon her years later after you've erased yourself from everyone's memories and now she no longer remembers you

#collei #scaramouche #wanderer #genshin impact #art #ougggggh. oughghhhhhh #okay so my throught process here was that they met when collei was still in the lab #and overtime he begrudgingly came to care for her despite his inner matra of “dont get attached dont get attached”#(he got attached)#and when the lab went vwoosh he assumed she died along with everyone else #and it made him even WORSE #so when he erases himself from irminsul he assumes everyone he once cared for and cared for him are dead or gone #and sometime after he becomes wanderer nahida sends him to ghandharva ville for some bullshit idk #secretly she knew collei was still alive but was like. how do i tell him this. okay ill just let him find out #so he arrives and the first person to greet him is this little girl with the same eyes and hair and scars of the girl he used to care for #and while hes already REELING shes just goes #“hi! im trainee forest ranger collei! master tighnari sent me to collect you. follow me please!!”#and hes just standing there bc. its her #and she doesnt remember him #SCREAMING CRYING IM MAKING MYSELF SAD

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broodygaming · 1 year

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Man oh man, it confuses me, very genuinely that ppl dont think that Beau and Yasha were a good end pairing. That they don’t see it. Idk. I catches me off guard every time I read it because, to me I suppose, they go together like... Chocolate ganache. You heat the milk, pour in the chocolate and stir and stir.... and you’re staring at it and there’s awkward chocolate chunks and it’s just milk with chocolate, oh my god I’ve messed it up, it’s sticking to the bottom omfg ive wasted ALL this milk holy shit I’m an idiot and - Bam. Suddenly. One last little stir and it magically transforms before your eyes into smooth rich brown chocolate ganache.

Idk. For me. They are this fascinating twirling of strong forces that at some point just meld together to make this beautiful thing neither of them could have ever even visualized. The dichotomy of two violent women who have been battered by the world. Told over and over how Destructive they are. Who have destroyed each other in all these crazy situations? Who have been lauded as machines of war and bastions of retribution or cast out as “too much to deal with”..... These two women who have been taught over and over again that EVERY single fucking hand that touches.... strikes.... So strike back and first before they get the fucking chance....

Gods be damned do they deserve gentleness.

And not to say there’s not many places you can find that. But the idea of standing there, holding your broken parts and looking around to find someone to help you... Not fix you, just help you hold them all... And the peace someone might feel handing them to someone whose hands have known pain. Someone whose hands are scarred and battered and tough. Someone who won’t be shocked to see so many broken parts. Someone who is carrying their own armful and a few more of yours won’t be a huge burden. Someone who fucking gets it. You know? I just think of Beau sliding into that hot bath and thinking of the kind words. Not even just kind words, but the acknowledgment and the sincerity.

The... “I see you. I see you. And I’m not looking away. I will carry these pieces with you, if you might also carry some of mine”.

#whoops made myself cry over beau again lol #for the record cuz one comment I got confused me great this is very PRO Beau and Yasha #critical role #scrolling through the cr discourse tag and making myself sad #i genuinely had no clue ppl thought beau and yasha were a weird pair #and i get on some level the habit of being sad your ship is canon but cmon haha #life and stories are more complicated than that #and beau and jester have so much chemistry and they love each other so much!#and it's okay and normal to have many loves in your life #crushes and flings and romances #lusts and wants #etc etc #beau 'ending up with' yasha does not magically disappear her love for jester #or her attraction ya know?#like it's fine #it's all fine

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