#it’s tragic and the one person who truly saw her is left alone with her corpse afterwards and

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Toga’s AU Concept

He visited Sanctum on a whim, he was in Mistral visiting his niece Saphron after all, why not visit the school that was training it’s future protectors… Was it truly chance that it happened when he got there at that moment. That he stumbled upon the horrified students backing away from a scene from a horror movie.

A girl over a boy, her skin pale, hair a dull gold but utterly contrast by the crimson of the boy beneath her, of his blood leaking, his eyes wide in equal parts horror and confusion as the girl above him drank deeply. Her aura lighting, brightening with every drop more she drunk.

But from her eyes another purely liquid dripped, tears that contradicted the madness in her eyes, others stood confused. But not him, never him, he didn’t hesitate, to hesitate was the let others suffer. The girl moved with surprising grace, avoiding him while her features altered, matching her victim’s.

His hand reached out as he enforced his soul into him, willing thew boy’s body to mend though his soul’s light. The second he saw the student’s face gain some of it’s blush ensured his life her turned on her and launched after the girl.

She’d been smart to run instead of fight, it was a fight she wouldn’t win, couldn’t win, but escaping was just a futile. She was fast, agile and athletic yes, but he was a skilled tracker. If she was faster, he just had to rely on endurance to carry him through.

And it did…

She’d been locked up, and they were debating her sentence, the sentence for an aura user with combat training, she was a threat. And perhaps he should’ve left it well enough alone, but he didn’t, and spoke to her.

And he realized the tragic madness that spurred her on. Toga Himiko was not a monster, she was a girl, gifted with a powerful Semblance, great potential and an honest easily corruptible heart. One’s semblance could influence a persons personality quite easily. After all, it was the manifest of your being, of your soul. How could you not begin to ponder its meaning, how could you not attempt to reflect it’s nature on your person, within your actions.

She was dangerous yes, unstable without a doubt… But, she was also alone, her family couldn’t understand her and feared her for it. Somewhere inside he knew she understood her sense of love was twisted. Was not the norm, after all, why else would she have cried when expressing it.

This was no monster, no villain of demon, she was a girl, a pitiful, lonely, misunderstood child who wanted nothing more then to express her love the only way she could. They way her very soul demanded she act out. All she wanted was a connection, was someone to understand her, was to have friends, family and a love that could accept her deviant nature, a nature she had no control of.

How could he call himself a Huntsman if he couldn’t save a single girl from her crippling, cruel loneliness. So he visited her, again and again, using his pull and connection with Ozpin to freeze the freeze the girl’s sentencing while he worked things out.

She started to look forward to meeting him, and he’d admit to the same, after all she was so cheerful and oddly endearing. If not for her eyes being amber instead of blue he’d had thought her one of his nieces.

Apparently after he started visiting regularly she ceased any resisting and even halted trying to escape, he started to bring her things, even cooking for the girl. Not helping but to feel she needed food a bit better then what they served here.

… He hadn’t expected her to cry, she, she couldn’t remember then last time her mom had made her food… The last time they treated her like a daughter instead of a Grimm. It angered him, it infuriated the Arc. But he held his tongue, and focused on what mattered.

On calling in favors, on talking to his family and getting his affairs in order, Jaune was many things, he was a Huntsman, next in line to be patriarch to the Arc House and a teacher at Beacon. But he was also a criminal who’d cheated his way into Beacon once upon a time. His hands had cut down men, his decisions as a leader had led to the death of innocents before as well.

Toga almost killed a boy, she needed help, needed understanding, to be given a chance. And he was all to willing to risk giving her one.

-0-0-0-

She tried to be normal, to live normally, to act normally, to love normally, she tried so hard, it was also such a struggle, other people’s normal. Other people being able to express themselves, to be themselves and be accepted for it. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, why couldn’t her way be normal… Why couldn’t she be accepted?

Why couldn’t her parents understand her, accept her, but no, they told her it was wrong, that to be so fascinated by blood was wrong, sick and twisted. That she needed to be normal… Were they saying her soul was wrong? She could feel it, ever since her semblance first manifested, since she stumbled upon it so long ago when she’d licked her wound…

Blood was to the body what aura was to the soul, it was beautiful, profound and unique to every person, and she, she could understand it, could indulge, could become others through their blood, she could understand them, be them… It was her normal.

But her parents refused to accept her normal, society refused it, the world and everyone in it refused it… She obeyed, she tried, she struggled to be everyone else’s normal… Until she met him.

Saito was a amazing boy, he was kind, smart and popular, everyone liked him, everyone respected him, just like a lot of other girls she grew to like him. So often she fought the urge to ask him for some of his blood, she wanted to be like him, to know him, to Become him…

But she smothered those urges, because she knew he could not accept them, nobody could accept a freak like her so she resisted the urge. She fought to stay ‘Normal’ To be a average, cheerful, reasonable, well-mannered girl that others could accept, even if it was all a act…

But then Saito got into a fight, and seeing him like that… so wonderfully bruised and bloodied, it made what was so twisted inside go crazy. And it all came crashing down… And she was upon him, moving on not instinct but pure natural movement, as unconsciously as one breathed she gave to her semblance’s nature.

His flesh parting so easily from a mere box cutter, his aura was shattered in the fight with other beforehand. She drunk from him, his blood tasting like the sweetest of irons, so warm, so filling, so unique to him and him alone…

It was ecstasy, finally, finally she got to be herself, she was able to express her love, she felt herself turning into him. His aura, his soul, his being, she understood it so much more in that moment. She knew it was all over, her life, all her efforts, they would come crashing down. But for just a moment, she wanted it, to be her own normal, to be herself…

And then he appeared, he saved Saito, and stopped her, his gaze held so much in it, there was the anger and disgust she expected, but also something new… Pity.

His name was Jaune Arc, he was a Huntsman, a professor, and he stopped her, but he didn’t stop there. He should up to met her in her jail cell, they talked, well, he talked, asking why she did it. And eventually she explained… And, and he listened.

He didn’t understand, but… But he tried to, he asked more, and she could see it, the disgust this anger and confusion, but never was that all she saw. She could see him trying, struggling to comprehend. Time and time again he’d visit, and talk to her, ask her question she’d never considered, asked if she thought what she did was okay.

She knew it wasn’t you can’t force your love on others, but he understood, not because it was normal to him, or because he was like her. No, because he tried to do what nobody else did… He tried to understand her.

He wanted to help her, and then he asked.

“Toga, I need to hear you say it, where you trying to kill Saito?” She knew he needed to hear her say it, so she did.

“No, I just, I wanted to express my love…” And then he told her.

“Toga, you’re not normal, but that’s okay, everyone is different, it’s what makes us unique, what makes life beautiful.” He hugged her.

“You’re not a monster, or a Grimm, your human, and you’ve been through so much.” He was warm… The words slipped from her mouth.

“Please, can I, can I drink your blood.” He paused and she knew she’d be rejected, pushed away and left alone…

“Toga, listen.” But she wasn’t rejected, pushed away, instead the man met her gaze, a sternness in his gaze but also a sympathy, one she’d never seen before.

“You don’t behave like others, and it can be dangerous.” She knew that, of course she did.

“But it doesn’t have to be.” He begun to glow, a soft, kind but powerful white.

“I know, you can help people, more than even I can with your semblance.” His big, calloused hand landed on her head.

“The same way you can take other’s blood, if you gave your love back, you could help so many people.” She shook, she’d thought that too, but, but never hoped others would, would.

“You’re not a monster, twisted or evil Toga, your just different, your semblance, your soul, your beautiful.” It was the smile of a father, of someone who genuinely wanted nothing more than to help her, then to comfort the girl who’d spent her entire if not short life being rejected by others.

“Himiko, I can’t just let you free, unfortunately the law is very clear on that.” She saw the sadness, the anger in his eyes, it was for her sake. But soon enough they were both overtaken by what she would come to know was his most prominent trait, Determination.

“If you agree to it, to come to Vale you can be put on Probation, under my supervision. I’’ be your guardian and probationary officer.” She knew her parents must’ve given up their rights to her by the slight anger that burned in his eyes.

“We’ll attend therapy lessons and you’ll be taught about aura control by me.” He reached into his pocket and pulled it out then, a vial, the most beautiful shade of red.

“Toga, I know the way you view things are different then mine own, but that doesn’t mean you can’t understand me, you lived in this world, acted appropriately for it as well. You understand how the general public views love.” He offered her the vial, the beautiful crimson flowing with his aura, with his soul.

“I can’t promise others will accept your views, or even try, but I promise, at the very least I will do everything I can to make a environment you can be yourself in… And that I’ll try my best to understand you.” She reached, her fingers grazing the glass, the vial warm… Her heart pounded as she looked to the beautiful crimson.

Slowly, cautiously she undid the top, he never looked away from her, never tore his gaze from the sight, there was no rejection as she took him into her. As she felt his soul through his aura, as his being and iron went down her throat becoming one with her.

She felt herself change, becoming him, her pale ash-blonde hair becoming a shade of livid golden-wheat, her fair skin pinking with a healthy flush. The slits of her pupils dilating, the Faunus trait vanishing as her pupils rounded and turned the most expressive blue.

Her aura converting, her soul changing and being replicating that as her very body matched the new soul she was temporarily hosting. And he looked at her through it all, reaching out and patting her head, the smile was genuine.

“If this is how you want to be that’s fine, I’ll learn to get used to it, but please, don’t stop being yourself, even if your appearance changes.” From his hand aura surged into her, his aura, given freely, pure and unfiltered.

Her answer finally came alongside the tears.

“Yes.”

-0-0-0-

She rushed down the hall from her room, excited for the day she’d looked forward to for so long, she couldn’t wait. Reaching the kitchen she found three people there, her sister and brother, Ren and Nora, two others he’d taken under his wing.

At the stove flipping the immense amount of pancakes the Valkyrie craved was Jaune, they waved to her, well Jaune and Nora did. Ren sat patiently at his seat enjoying his tea, she sat there beside them, besides two people who knew her, truly knew her, who accepted her almost as much as Jaune.

Two simple years was all she spent with him, but in those two years she’d felt more joy, more acceptance then ever before. She’d realized truths about herself and flaws in her actions.

She was free to express her love, but not to enforce it on others, to take from people who did not want to return her affections. It was wrong, cruel and that act whether it be her form of expressing love or ordinary expression of it by others were no less disgusting.

She’d help so many people with her feelings though, a little blood and she’d given so much back in turn, to children who needed it, to people with unique cases and blood types meant nothing to her semblance with regular people. She couldn’t help but want to help, even if Jaune worried, she loved him for that… She loved him, loved him more then others. More then anyone else.

But it wasn’t the same type of love she always felt, always knew, no, this was different, she wanted to both love him and be loved by him. To be loved as Toga Himiko, by Jaune, she didn’t want him to conform to her standard of love.

It wouldn’t be fair, it’d be like who she was forced to follow the standard society before she met him, she wanted to love Jaune as herself but also as him whenever the fancy struck her. But she also wanted to love him as Ren did, as Nora did, as so many of his students did…

And soon, she would be able to, today would be the start of it, a plated landed in front of her then, and looking up she met his smile.

“Are you ready Toga, your three will be trying out for Beacon today after all. So you all need to eat up.” He served her her breakfast, more than Ren’s but nothing near the mountain of pancakes he placed before her eccentric sister. But then again the pile her put before himself was barely any smaller. He needed it after all, because he regularly gave her blood, regularly accepted her form of expressing it and indulged that aspect of her.

She loved him for it, wanted to love him even more, even deeper, more intimately then any other, and once she passed Initiation she would. She only hoped that when she did succeed, her partner would be as understanding as her.

Maybe even being able to understand her love, Or Better Yet! Maybe They’ll Love Jaune As Much As She Does! Oh ‘Giggle’ she meant Professor Arc.

#toga himiko #jaune arc #prof. arc #au concept

[alastairstom]

No, but Gracetopher is Thomastair's tragic mirror and I think it's time we talk about it.

We have Alastair Carstairs and Grace Blackthorn. Both abuse survivors; both in unspeakable situations. Both people who have done horrible things at a young age because that's what they had to do to survive. Both very alone, with no one to love them but a sibling that they have a forced distance with.

Both perceived as monsters.

And then there are the Lightwood cousins, inseparable since birth. Thomas, a poetic dreamer with his head in the clouds, and Christopher, a scientific innovator who's well up there, too. (Both are also almost certainly autistic imo, but I don't want to derail this canonical analysis with my headcanons.)

They forgive.

And they're the first people in Alastair and Grace's lives to show them kindness, to reach out a hand and give them the grace they need to grow.

Thomas sees the best in Alastair, teaches him that he is loveable, that he deserves to be happy and share love, because love is the best thing we do.

And Alastair, as he deserves, is now "perfectly happy with everything exactly as it is." In Thomas's eyes, he has found hard-earned joy; he has found peace he never had.

Christopher sees the best in Grace, too. Where Thomas sees the pure and unfiltered love that Alastair holds, the selfless sacrificial affection, Christopher sees in Grace a will of iron and a beacon of strength. Grace, who has never been valued for anything more than her beauty, is finally seen as intelligent and passionate in Christopher's eyes. And, because she is these things, because he asks for the "honor of her opinion" and believes her "brilliant," she is, for a short time, herself.

And then Christopher dies.

Thomas and Alastair grow closer, and they have the chance to bring out the best in each other. Alastair opens up emotionally; Thomas becomes more confident. In the end, they become who they truly are because they find solace in each other. But Grace...

Well, Grace is right where Christopher left her. He left her no choice but to stay there forever, dust collecting on her pinned-up hair.

Without Christopher, she no longer has that mirror. She loses the only person to see her as she is - a strong, smart, brilliant girl with unfiltered and unlimited mental potential.

That's the tragedy of Grace Blackthorn. With a mirror, with those eyes (or crooked spectacles) that she could see her true reflection in, she too could have been happy. Alastair is the proof. But now, she does not get that. She is alone again. Dare I say that she is doomed by the narrative.

And yet. Yet.

There is a glimmer of hope, because Grace saw who she really is in Kit's lavender eyes, if only for a moment.

It's a far cry from Alastair's happy ending, and the story of Grace Blackthorn is in my opinion probably the most tragic in TSC.

But still.

She knows, deep down, that she can be more than a monster.

She can be a scientist.

#grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood #gracetopher #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #chot #chain of thorns #tsc deep dives

[sneakerdoodle]

the thing that makes Nimona the most vulnerable up until the very ending of the movie is that she is alone, in a way no one else truly is. Ballister ends up ostracized and almost universally hunted - but like in the graphic novel, what leads to the climactic conflict of his and Nimona's joined arc is that very "almost": the fact that despite everything, Ambrosius still cares about him, and he still cares about Ambrosius. even at his lowest, Ballister still comes from the past where he had been loved, and even with the prejudice he faced his entire life, for the largest portion of it, he was lucky enough to have his baseline state of existence be - supported, celebrated, cared for, if only by just two people. having no one in his corner is new to him, is terrifying, is horribly vulnerable and surreal.

but for Nimona that's her entire life, that's where she comes from. and that's what leads to her being rejected and hurt both of the times we see her actually make a meaningful connection. i see people analyzing Gloreth's character and implying that she was more or less oblivious to prejudice up until the very tragic end of things - but i think it's important to notice that when Nimona shapeshifts in front of her for the first time, before accepting her, Gloreth looks over her shoulder. she considers the village. perhaps she checks that no one else saw.

[id: cropped screenshot from the movie, showing Nimona from the back, holding an apple in her hands, and Gloreth looking away from her, at the roofs of the village down the hill. end id]

Gloreth is aware of shapeshifting as something that her community will not favor, whether that awareness is fully concsious or intuitive. Gloreth knows that aligning herself with Nimona is in some way "bad" and "wrong" in others' eyes, and chooses to do so regardless - but in secret.

when the rest of the village finds out about Nimona, Gloreth ends up caught between her parents, calling out to her from beyond the line of fire - and Nimona, on the same side of it as her, reaching out. Gloreth has to make a choice between staying in the light of being known and accepted or lose everything to remain with someone who seemingly has no choice but to resign to the shadows.

[id: a cropped screenshot from the move, showing child Nimona on left side and Gloreth on the right, Nimona in shadows, Gloreth backlit by the fire. end id]

Gloreth might have genuinely started seeing Nimona as a monster in that moment - but it seems much more likely to me that that was simply the story she told herself in the understandable, self-protective childhood need to save herself from the same devastating rejection. Nimona had to be something bad and vile for Gloreth to justify severing herself from her and rejoining her family, the only community she's ever known

the very same thing happens with Ballister - and the reason why it all even can happen is because both Ballister and Gloreth had all these people who knew them and cared about them before Nimona found them, before Nimona made them "worse" in others' eyes. she's a challenge, she's unapologetic, she's a catalyst for authenticity, she exposes the lies and reveals the uncomfortable truth - and for everyone who can no longer recognize a once-beloved person transformed by their bond with her, it is easy to see Nimona as the problem. the person they cared about was good up until now, so they must be good still, just deceived, manipulated. Nimona is the tainting, dangerous influence that can and should be washed off and separated from the uncompromised wholesomeness of the person they love

and for Nimona - no one was there to treat her the same way, however misguided and ultimately unkind this sort of mindset is. she was never precious to someone, never unconditionally good to someone, never a child, never a life-long friend. no one knew her before they saw her as the newcomer, the disrupter, the trouble, the other. no one is in her corner, seeing her as a person and believing her to be fundamentally good and thus deserving of protection. she is always the monster, the corrupting influence, the evil lurking in the shadows. in terms of the metaphor, she is always the obviously queer person "tempting" others into her ways. her loneliness is cyclical, self-sustainig, as if since no one is there to protect her, it just affirms she must not deserve it.

Ballister choosing to trust her even though he has the liberty to adopt any interpretation of her, disregard the little girl as a disguise, the teenager as a mask, him choosing to see her pain instead of shielding himself from his own - that's the weight of him saying "You are not alone". it's been Nimona against the rest of the world for as much of her life as we see it, and the world treated everyone else but her as deserving of protection, sheltering, forgiveness - worst of all, protection from her, sheltering from her, forgiveness for their guillible trust of her. when the movie tells us Nimona is treated as the monster of the story, it's not an exaggeration, not a shallow plot formula: she is, quite literally, the one and only wicked principle of creation everyone else is to be redeemed from.

until someone chooses to take her side. until she's not alone. until she's precious, good, smart, kind, sophisticated, loved, vulnerable, important, deserving of care, protection and life, like everybody else is.

[id: cropped screenshot from the movie, showing Ballister holding the battered Nimona in a hug. end id]

#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #nimona #nimona netflix #nimona 2023 #nimona film #long post #analysis tag

[sdyd]

* ALWAYS WATCHING OVER YOU. sentence starters from kaigan games' horror series, simulacra. change pronouns / tense as necessary.

now we are luminous, a bright star. all shall see us !

I've been trying to reach out ...

thank god I found this phone.

you are not worthy of respect.

poor unfortunate soul.

you're just like the rest, a sheep.

tragic. we can change that.

you think you can stop me ?

I have no use for someone who accepts the world they are given.

no one truly deserves anything.

I ate and entire pizza by myself in five minutes.

tell me I'm pretty.

material attachment is so pedestrian.

behind your glass screens, behind your black mirrors, is a reflection of reality.

we seek those with extraordinary influence.

you are lost.

it is easy to be led astray when you are so broken.

you deserve to be followed.

you looked through his phone ?!

he has the nerve to accuse me of invading his privacy.

you're the one who went out of line.

I am not even mad, just disappointed.

how are you feeling ?

can you stop being so emotional right now ?

you've got the wrong person.

I'm not who you think I am.

you're better than this, [ name ].

what are you rambling about ?

maybe he'll slip up and tell you something we don't know.

there's something on my mind ...

it's not my fault that she left you.

if you're obsessed with me, I get it.

there's something off about him.

it's too late for me.

she can still be saved.

do not trust its' words.

nothing is what it seems.

I saw him, then I blacked out.

it only reveals itself too its' chosen

he told you, didn't he ?

I am her as she is me.

if it is me you wish to see, so be it.

impressive. a worthy pretender.

you have seen through my mask.

do you crave the truth so badly ?

the material society is fading, a digital one taking its' place.

she did nothing wrong and nothing right.

is that how you've been feeling ?

expecting him to follow you is pointless.

your actions will carry weight. live with them.

fuck this silent treatment. fuck it so much.

hello, worm.

don't forget your headphones.

no more losing, only growing.

when you look into my eyes, you can see it looking back.

join the fun !

worms, how are we feeling today ?

my followers are my puny worms.

there is no end or beginning.

we will never be separated.

pretender.

soon, this will become your reality.

hola chikas !

grovel as we consider your divinity.

that old fool mistakeningly thinks he has solved this.

your concept of right and wrong eludes me.

your own suffering will lead you back to us

how does it feel when everyone leans on you for guidance ?

don't compare yourself to me. ever. you're not on my level and you never will be.

don't you kids link everything to the cloud these days ?

are you having a stroke ?

who's going to believe us if we said some face - tearing monster killed them ?

I'm not a cartoon rabbit.

life hurts a lot more than death.

yes, a person was ruined.

this is not your memory.

I was lost and you sensed my need. I followed your path and you kept me from falling.

you need a form. a new body, a new face. a true face ... I will do this for you.

what is the current status of the investigation ?

[ name ] appears to be on this alone.

focus, please.

tell me, what do you see ?

step, seek, and proceed.

your path is coming to an end.

tell me, what do you doubt ?

find the truth.

my perversion fails to deceive you. you have seen through my mask.

what's the worst that could happen ?

we will never be separated.

you showed me that the human heart can hide so much more.

you have given me a great gift.

why won't you just let him be happy ?

this cannot be !

you and I are not that different.

I'm really scared. I've been trying to reach out.

I asked for your name.

then who will save me ?

it's getting harder to think.

I need to get out of here !

help me defeat this thing, [ name ] !

I'm right here. you won't go through this alone.

you should go.

it's up to you now.

promise that you'll remember me ?

I'm glad your here.

the only way forward is to disappear.

who am I to deny their wish ?

no one deserves that.

I should have paid more attention.

I valued my own ambition over their cries for help.

I forgot who I was.

is it really that easy ?

everything is slipping away.

you really think I can do this ?

embrace your sins.

you wear the face of a ghost.

you're unable to exist without something to latch onto.

GET ! OUT ! OF ! MY ! HEAD !

I don't know what to say ...

you pulled me back. thank you.

that's what partners are for.

I'm not letting you go that easily !

thanks for believing in me.

we've got so much to talk about.

I'm not afraid anymore. I feel clarity.

don't deny its' voice, let it through.

I just embraced the truth.

I'm here. I'm not leaving you.

you've seen the damage I can do.

no one deserves that.

you're safe, you're with me.

now, where were we ?

I can't lose you too !

I'm on my way ! just stay on the line !

you can do this.

#sentence starters #rp prompts #rp memes #rp meme #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts

[rubywrites-4]

But I love you so

As he stood at the doorstep, ready to depart, y/n couldn't bear to watch him go. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, but she knew she had to fight for their love. With tears in her eyes, she pleaded with him not to leave, professing her unwavering love for him but Steve didn’t change his decision. “Since you have decided to leave me and return to that damn woman, I’ll show you how capable I am to not let go what belongs to me.” Y/n hit back of Steve’s head with a weapon and he fell unconscious. Steve came to conscious and opened his eyes. His hands and legs were tied with ropes. “Hi sweetheart” y/n said while entering into the room with a smile of victory and that made Steve to feel disgusted with her. “Now Steven, let’s see who’s gonna come and take you away from me”. Steve prayed and hope anyone would come and help him.

It’s been three days since Steve been held hostage by Y/n and Steve has noticed her tucking herself in his arm crying and whispering “I’m sorry… I love you” when she thinks he’s sleeping.

4th day (morning)

It’s been 4 days since the Avengers saw Steve. They became worried about him and decided to check up on him since today is the day he will be returning the infinity stones. Bucky and Wanda went to Steve’s house and met only Y/n at the door, not Steve. Bucky notices the nervous look Y/n had on her face when he enquired about Steve “I- I don’t know where Steve is… never saw him since morning”. Bucky Barnes and Wanda, sensed the turmoil in their heart and knew they had to intervene so both of them went inside the house, ignoring Y/n’s explanation about Steve not at home. Both of them found out that y/n held hostage on Steve when they opened the room door and saw Steve tied up with ropes, in order to save Steve, wanda brain controlled Y/n and told Bucky to bring Steve out of here. “Come on pal, let’s get you out of here” Bucky went off with Steve to the quarters.

Wanda, with her mystical abilities, could sense the depth of Y/n’s emotions. Wanda unintentionally tapped into her mind. As she delved into the depths of Y/n’s consciousness, she was confronted with a heartbreaking and tragic past. Wanda witnessed scenes of heartache and loneliness. She saw the pain of a young child, abandoned by her parents at a tender age, left to navigate the world on her own. The memory of that moment left an indelible mark on the Y/n soul, forever shaping her view of love and trust.

As Wanda delved deeper, she saw instances of betrayal and deception from the people that Y/n had once trusted. Those she thought were friends turned out to be fair-weather companions, leaving her feeling isolated and vulnerable. Wanda's heart ached as she bore witness to the wounds Y/n had carried in secret, the scars that had shaped her into the person she was today. It was a weight that seemed unbearable, the pain of a lifetime etched into Y/n’s every thought. Believing that she don’t deserve love and no one really loves her truly.

Unable to ignore the profound sorrow she had inadvertently uncovered, Wanda gently withdrew from the reader's mind, her eyes filled with tears. She realized the heavy burden the reader had carried alone for so long. Wanda met the eyes that filled with tears while smiling sadly at her, she immediately hug Y/n while both them crying. “He too didn’t choose me Wanda” , Y/n hugged Wanda “I’m sorry Y/n… I’m sorry” Wanda cried as guilt filled her heart since she thought Y/n is a cruel person.

At the Backyard of quarters

“Pal, you ready ?” Bucky asked a Steve stands there on his suit to return back the stones and Bucky hope whatever decision Steve is taking, it will make him happy but he also feels bad for Y/n as she’s always been Steve’s backbone and supported him throughout everything but Steve decided to leave her and go back to Peggy.

Steve just nodded his head, feeling empty and low even-though this is what he wanted. To return back to Peggy and live the life he wanted with her before he went in ice. Steve Rogers found himself in a moment of profound realization. He had chosen to return to the past to be with Peggy Carter, believing it was the right decision. But as he held the infinity stones in his hand, memories of the Y/n flooded his mind.

The moments they had shared together, the laughter, the joy, and the love they had built—everything became crystal clear. In that moment, Steve knew he had made a mistake. He loves Y/n more than he had ever loved anyone else.

With unwavering determination, Steve decided to correct his course. He agreed to return the infinity stones to their rightful places and travel back to the present, where he hoped to find his Y/n waiting for him. He would make up for all his mistake and treat his y/n with more love here after.

wanda and y/n

In the aftermath of Steve Rogers' departure, Y/n found herself feeling lost and heartbroken. She couldn't help but feel like she had always been the one left behind, never truly chosen by anyone. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she decided to confide in her friend Wanda Maximoff, hoping for some comfort in her time of need.

Wanda, with her empathetic nature, listened attentively as the Y/n poured out her feelings of abandonment and hurt. She understood the weight of heartbreak all too well, having experienced her share of pain and loss. She gently took the Y/n's hand and reassured her that she was not alone.

"I'm here for you," Wanda said softly. "You deserve to be chosen and cherished. It's not your fault that things turned out this way." Y/n found solace in Wanda's words, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of her emotions. With her support, the burden on her heart felt a little lighter.

Wanda then asked y/n what she needed and how she could help. Y/n hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts before answering honestly, "I need to leave this city and go somewhere far away. I want to start fresh, away from all the memories of Steve. Somewhere I can heal and move on."

Wanda nodded, understanding the importance of a fresh start. "I'll help you," she said without hesitation. "You don't have to go through this alone."

Together, they packed up Y/n's belongings. It was a bittersweet process, but with Wanda's unwavering support, Y/n felt like she could face the future with a little more courage.

Finally, Wanda and Y/n arrived. Y/n stood at the train station located in a serene hill station, ready to embark on her new journey. Wanda was by her side, a pillar of strength and comfort.

As the train pulled into the station, Wanda hugged Y/n tightly, wishing her well on her new adventure. "Remember, you are strong, and you deserve love and happiness," she said, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement.

Y/n nodded, a mix of emotions swirling within her. "Thank you, Wanda, for being there for me," she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes.

"You're welcome," Wanda replied with a gentle smile. "You'll find your path, and I'll always be here for you."

As the train doors closed and the engine roared to life, the Y/n took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of sadness and hope. The journey ahead might be uncertain, but she knew she had a friend who believed in her and would always be there to catch her if she fell. For a new life and chapter, y/n took off her journey.

Steve Pov

Once Steve Rogers had returned the infinity stones to their rightful places, he came back and ready to face the consequences of his actions. He knew he had left y/n, behind to be with Peggy, a choice he had come to deeply regret. He had realized too late that his heart belonged with y/n, not in the past with Peggy. “Buck, bring me back to my y/n, I wanna see her” Bucky felt happiness as he learned that Steve realized that he choose Y/n as his endgame.

With a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, Steve stepped into his house hoping to find y/n waiting for him. But as he entered their shared home, he was met with silence. The rooms that had once been filled with laughter and love felt empty and cold.

His heart sank as he noticed the absence of y/n's belongings and the cherished memories they had created together. Photographs of their adventures, tokens of their love, all seemed to have vanished. The realization hit him like a tidal wave – y/n had packed her things and left.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Steve tried to reach out to y/n, but all his attempts went unanswered. He knew he had to find her, to explain and apologize for the pain he had caused.

Regret washed over Steve like a tidal wave. He had let fear cloud his judgment, and now he had lost the love he treasured most. With a heavy heart, he set out to find y/n, determined to make things right.

Steve then discovered a small pile of ashes on the floor. With trembling hands, he realized they were photographs of him and y/n, memories that she had decided to burn.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he understood the depth of the pain he had caused her. He had chosen Peggy over her, only to realize too late that he had broken the heart of the person he loved most. Steve then realized that Wanda is the only person who was with y/n just now.

He sought out Wanda Maximoff, hoping she might have some insight into y/n's whereabouts. "Wanda, where is y/n?” Steve asked, his voice filled with worry. Wanda looked at him with anger in her eyes. "you have left her right? Where are you finding her? to leave her again?” she replied harshly as she couldn’t bear the pain that everyone put you through, including Steve.

"Wanda… I- I know I did a mistake but I need my y/n and I have realized that I only love her and I don’t love anyone else like I love her so please tell me where she is?” He asked, his heart sinking. Wanda took a deep breath before continuing, "I read y/n's mind, Steve. She's hurting. She feels like everyone she loved has abandoned and left her alone." Wanda proceeds to tell him that she dropped off you at the train station and doesn’t know to where is your journey destined.

Steve's heart clenched in pain as he realized the impact of his actions on y/n. He had left her without a word, and she must have felt betrayed and abandoned.

"I never meant to hurt her," Steve said, his voice filled with regret. "I love her, Wanda, i need my y/n”. Steve gave up and cried out loudly realizing his y/n has left everything behind and went far beyond from him.

Steve set out to find the y/n, praying that it wasn't too late to make things right. He would search worldwide if he has to find his y/n. One day or soon he would meet her and he will wait for his love.

A/n: been thinking about making this as a series and did you guys saw the first hashtag there after all my Steve Rogers hashtags? 🌚 you’re all in for a Chris Evans multiverse story

#chrisevans #chris evans x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #chris evans angst

[blemiria]

that one line in lone trail

hello welcome to "she promised she was gonna go tl some fic but then got sidetracked thinking about lonetrail again and is now here" I want to go ahead and do a more comprehensive post talking about the three's relationship in detail with what happened in lone trail but uhh

I don't have that kind of time to reread it because I forgot which stories contain the parts that I need lol. So without further ado, lets spoil CW-ST-4

The title is "Pushing open future's door" and serves as the epilogue of lonetrail. Unlike most events, lonetrail actually has two post mission stories! CW-ST-3 is unlocked after CW-10 so you know this event is insanely long (iirc this is around the same character count as chapter 8, which is insane. This event is gonna be a monster to read through when it comes to global, I look forward to seeing what translation decisions they make so I have stuff to talk about haha). Also we get to see a hint at a professional relationship between Nastja(no I am not calling her nasti/nasty, I'm fairly certain they were going with a Russian name and Nastja was the closest)

Most of this epilogue is centered around Kirsten, now alone having won in her ideals and preparing to go to sleep. It's a very touching moment where her electronic system goes through her entire ship shutting off each room one by one, until she is left in her room where she is going to hibernate, given a couple minutes before that room will activate she records a log.

It's relatively simple, probably the most direct we will get from her talking about her philosophy and thoughts on society, wanting people to understand themselves, others, society, and where they are in the universe in order to determine how they should move on.

In the last minute she goes a bit more personal which is really what I care about. She comments on how the plants are still alive to her surprise, and laments being unable to give Muelsyse the data on them. It's a nice touch! She stayed with control, helping her the entire way, and it's clear that Kirsten means a lot to Muelsyse too given how close they were in the past between all three of them.

The very last things she says are directly to Saria.

In Kirsten's whole life, there were only two times where she felt truly alive. The first time, Saria, was when I took you back home, and on that hill I told you the start of everything. The second time, is now, when I have completed my parent's dreams. The seeds of what happens next, is only the beginning. On a clear night, find an open field and set up a telescope, there will be a star in the sky twinkling for you.

Then, goodnight, the sirs and madams of Terra.

goodnight, universe.

yeah just stab me will ya. I don't think there is any really other way to read this other than a goodbye letter to Saria, one that she will tragically never really get to hear (I think?). The long relationship they shared, the last line about the star twinkling for her is just so strong of an indication of just how deep they were intertwined together.

Actually, lets spoil CW-10 end too, just to see how even after Saria left Kirsten knew she could rely on Saria in the ways that it counted:

Saria... You always wanted me to take a good, clear look at this vast land. I saw it. It is also...very beautiful. You will take care of it and nurture it's people in my stead. I always knew this. Same as before, same as always. As for me... I was not really the type to lead people forward step by step. I was just a pair of eyes. A pair... to look up at the deep space in place of the people of these lands

It's probably the only way she knew how to move forward into the future, especially after she met Friston and had those conversations. Funnily enough after seeing the same kind of behaviour in some of the tech circles I am in... This kind of "I don't think I'm suited for leadership yet here I am" problem is real, and quite prevalent amongst the science types who just want to do their thing unfortunately. It's shocking almost how well this trope was written for Kirsten though I feel like I'm staring at a picture of some people I know of irl who are in the same situation.

Kills me how close Kirsten puts those in her heart yet keeps them pretty far away at the same time tbh

#saria #kirsten #arknights #muelsyse #lonetrail #i feel like i said a whole lot of nothing #oops #i hope the tl stuff was pretty insightful though! #im undecided if this counts as a divorce #is kirsten leaving saria #sure #but this reads more like a hero going to their final stand knowing they won't come back saying their final goodbye to their s/o #but thats not like a divorce #...right? #kirsten relies so much on saria even after she's gone god

[f1rst-man]

Adam hc rant

There's a lotta sad hcs I heard from Adam rpers

Like that the mention of cain and able upsets him a lot. It was a tragic time in his life what happened to his kids

And he blames lucifer

And also he acts all tough and cool but is really just very scared and full of depression and self hatred, he feels he wasn't adequate enough when human so he tries to act cool and suck up to sera to make up for the failure that was him and liliths relationship which heaven wanted to happen. And sera knows how adam really feels. His heart probably was the first to feel heartbreak after lilith left him. And he still thinks about her. A lot. Eve wasn't lilith there was no replacing his first wife. But he accepted eve because he knew it was his purpose. To have children with her. Eve was probably another person who knew the real adam under that mask he had on in life (acting all cool) and she truly loved the real adam. Lute can see it too. Adam is a flawed guy. Heaven was a lot at fault for how there first creation ended up. And for how lilith and him ended up. Of coarse 2 people who want to both be on top would not work out well. Sometimes you need to sacrifice for others sacrifice your happiness to make the other happy. Eve was the first to do this. I feel lilith was a lot like adam. The two just didn't mix. Maybe making both from the same stardust was a bad idea. I feel adam just was very misguided. Needed to be shown better. But heaven let there kid just do what they wanted instead of correcting them. That was a huge issue. They let him go a become that. But anyway yes. I can see adam as a very flawed guy and just needs someone to actually want him around for once and not leave him. Eve most likely left him or died. Leaving him alone again. And probably not long after the cain and able situation. Maybe it was too much for Eve. Also the cain and able thing was bound to happen w adam as a dad just saying. He tried his best but probably wasn't very good. Imagine being the first parents ever you have no idea what your doing probably. Everything in Adam's life was all guesswork . Poor guy needed someone to tell him what to do not just leave him to learn on his own. Also yes I hc that luci crushed on adam in the garden too. Adam turned him down immediately to when shown the apple. He wasn't gonna follow directions from a rebel angel. But also Adam probably had a crush on luci too. Slight one. Everyone did lol. But yah. You gotta feel sorry if he got cheated on and got his kids killed. And possibly 2nd wife. And never saw any of them in the afterlife. Lute your man needs work. Also yes I hc him as bird like. Like all angels are. And sensitive to temperature so he wears a mask that cools his face and body temp. But anyway yes his personality is probably all an act. He literally masks himself how ironic he's wearing a mask and masking his personality.

Thems my headcanons. There.

#ooc: out of halos #headcanons: my canons #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanons

[slytherinroyalty16]

I won't let you leave me

Summary: At the top of the icy mountain, Harold and Y/n stand against their killers and their kids. Harold listens to Nora and attempts to move on with his parents. Y/n doesn't like that one bit

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! Angst, hurt/no comfort, betrayal (no beta, we die like writers)

Word count: 1229

3rd person POV:

Harold, in Nathan's body, stands before the group loosely holding Slappy in his hand. Nora looks at the boy, desperation in her eyes. "Harold, I know you don't want to leave Y/n alone, but you have a chance at peace. You can be with your parents now" she says. Y/n's ghostly apparition appears behind the possessed man, skin blackened and flakey as he scowls in anger.

"Don't listen to her baby." he whispers. "You don't need them. You have Slappy and I. We are the only family you need."

Harold leaves Mr. Bratt's body to stand before the only boy who's ever truly loved him, desperation clearly shown in his eyes. "This is finally our chance to gain forgiveness for what we've done. Don't you want to be happy?" he asks.

"No. This is your chance for forgiveness. I don't regret anything we've done. They deserved it for what they did to us." Y/n cried. He never got to live his life because of these people. He knows they used the kids to get to their parents but they were just a means to an end.

Harold takes a step forward and puts his hand on Y/n's face, using his powers to make him revert back to his normal self. Burnt skin becomes unblemished showing mocha brown skin. Hair appears back on his head, dreads falling to his shoulders being red in color. His glasses mend back together, cracked glass becoming whole again as the plastic frames readjust on his face.

Y/n looks behind Harold to see Mr. and Mrs. Biddle appear next to the group of kids and their parents. Isaiah gasps as he looks upon Y/n's face, recognizing him from the forest he found Alison in. He even recognized him from the school trophy case as he was the captain of the school soccer team back in 1993. He seems to be the only person that ever recognized the dead kid before his tragic fiery demise.

Y/n looks at his lover with tears in his eyes. "Please. Please don't leave me. You're all I have left." he whimpers. Harold looks at the cursed puppet in his hands, seeing as he's been oddly quiet during this whole ordeal. He gives the piece of wood one last look of disdain before dropping the cursed doll off the cliff.

Y/n drops to his knees in an attempt to save his last saving grace but he's too late. The one other person he could trust, the only other being that he depended on, lay in pieces at the bottom of the frosty mountain.

"NO!" he screams in desperation. Nora looks at the boy with pity in her eyes as do the rest of the parents. Y/n looks at Harold with tears streaming down his face as he stands to his full height, standing above Harold's 5 '8 stature with his 5' 11 frame.

He puts his hand on Harold's cheek, pleading for the boy to stay. "You're all I have left. I have no one now. Please, stay with me. I don't wanna be alone. I'm afraid to be alone" he whispers in desperation.

Even with his growing popularity as the captain of the soccer team, Harold was the only one to ever truly see him. He saw him for his faults, his fears, and his dreams. Harold knew the boy was afraid of being alone in the world but this was his chance. His chance for forgiveness, his opportunity for peace.

Harold takes his lover's hands in his own, porcelain against smooth brown skin. He looks up at him, holding eye contact as he starts to walk backwards to his parents. Y/n tries to hold onto the boy he's loved forever, but eventually the distance between them is too great and all he can hold is air. Harold turns his back on the boy and he embraces his parents, their forms disappearing as they pass on to a peaceful rest.

The group smiles with happiness. That was before a scream of pure agony shakes them out of their stupor

Y/n pov:

The pain in my still heart is too strong to hold as I fall to the ground with a scream. It feels like a part of my soul is being ripped from my being, a worse feeling than being burned alive. At least I had him then, now I'll never see him again. That's a fate worse than death.

The one called Margot walks up to me and touches my shoulder with pity in her eyes. I swat her hand off of me and stand to my full height with disdain in my eyes. My appearance goes back to burnt and blackened state anger courses through me. I look at the group and all I can see is the teenagers that killed me and the kids that foiled all of my plans for revenge.

I look at the boy, Isaiah, as a plan forms in my head. I do one final sweep of the group before I say my last words.

"You think you've won, don't you? You think that just because Harold passed on that all of this will be over? Harold showed you all mercy, now you have me to deal with. What I'm about to do will make what Harold did look like child's play."

I disappear, leaving them with a looming sense of fear. I will have my peace, if it's the last thing I do

3rd POV:

Nathan Bratt is seen in his living room, pacing back and forth as he's trying to beat his annoying writer's block. Summer is here and he got a publisher deal for the book he wrote about the events that happened a few months ago. Only problem being that it needs a new ending.

After taking a deep breath, the aspiring writer leaves to get some food running into the parents along the way. He has a quick and short conversation with Colin before going back home. He steps out of his car and walks inside his no longer haunted house. He places his food down before walking to his bathroom. He leans over the sink and splashes cool water on his face, hoping to quell the ever growing headache.

He lifts his head and sees Y/n in the place of his reflection. He is in his normal form instead of his look post death. "Not again." Nathan mutters to himself.

Y/n leans forward with a slight smirk on his face. "So you need a new ending for your story huh? I can help with that, but I need you to do something for me first." he says to the man. Nathan is still staring in shock. The ghost boy shoots his hand out of the mirror and chokes the living man. He smirks as the man gasps for breath and forces himself into his body, possessing not only his mind and body, but also his soul. Something Harold neglected to do in his possession.

Y/n looks in the mirror, reveling in his new disguise before he leaves the bathroom. He takes the car keys and traverses to find the one thing that would make him feel whole again, the one thing that would kickstart his ideas and put his plan in motion.

Slappy.

This was a long one. The severe lack of fics for this man is severely concerning because I believe he carried the whole show. Until we get a season 2, I'll be writing fics for this fandom until my fingers fall off. Comment here if you would like to be on the taglist as I may make this into a series if enough people ask for it.

dividers by @cafekitsune

#black!reader #male reader #goosebumps x male reader #goosebumps 2023 #harold biddle x male reader

[brightgnosis]

Personal Gnosis: Adam As Sacrificial King

I've already talked about Chava. And I spoke a little about where the inspiration for Adam comes from, already. But Adam really gets left out of so much; he truly gets the short end of the stick. But he's such a tragic hero to me, and his story makes me weep in ways I can't really articulate all that well at times.

Adam came to, face to face with the awe of the Universe: A clay figure carefully shaped by adoring hands, and the Breath of Life blown gently into him- a literal kiss from the Divine; his life opening up before him with the very first expression of Love that one can truly perform with another.

He was shown the Paradise before him and given everything within its boundary. But gifts do not come without responsibility- and it was Adam's responsibility to care for Gan Eden; to turn the soil, nurture it, and help it thrive. And thrive it did under his gentle hands- his tender hands and heart and actions of creation and nurturing a constant, loving reflection of the Divine which shaped him in its image.

Adam was content with his lot, happy to toil away and tend to the plants. But HaShem saw a loneliness. One Adam didn't recognize, perhaps, but one HaShem recognized would come eventually. And so he gave to Adam all the creatures of the land and sky- breathing the same life into them, and presenting each one with Clay-stained hands soaked with tears of love, hoping to give him the ultimate gift.

"What shall you name it?" HaShem asked. "Dog", Adam responded. And it was good; a loving, happy friend who would give up its life for him. But it was not the companion that his soul longed for at its very core in a way he could not articulate and didn't even know he needed ... None of them were.

Eventually, exhausted, HaShem could not continue. But it could not give up yet; it was not good for Man to be alone. And so it tried a different tactic: The creation of one from one, rather than one from clay ... Chava. The first birth ... And Adam looked at her- bejeweled and veiled as if a Queen beneath the Wedding Canopy- and said "This one, at last, is Bone of my Bone and Flesh of my Flesh" ... "At last this is she who will shape and excite me just as I shape and excite the plants beneath my care". And HaShem rejoiced and Adam was content again.

Then one day Chava brought him the Orange, and he peeled back the skin and ate of it and was embarrassed instantly- for he understood the transgression; where there was naïvety and innocence before, there was now a harrowing sadness. The kind of sadness that can only come with the sudden understanding of Good vs Evil, and the knowledge that true perfection is (now) unobtainable ... Ignorance is bliss, after all, and knowledge, like gifts, comes with responsibility.

Lying is bad, and so when HaShem comes again they utter the truth as plainly as they can; Adam can no longer be perfect, but he knows Good from Evil, now, and he loves the Divine the way only the first of the Divine's creations truly can. And when they are exiled from Gan Eden- the Paradise he tended with so much love in his own two hands- he grieves the way only a babe ripped from its mother can.

Adam is allowed one joy before they depart, however: Seeds from the Garden to take and plant wherever they may reside. And those seeds become a new Paradise- one that is not Gan Eden, but created in her memory, and honor, and image. One that he can continue to tend and love in the same way, and he is thankful for the salve.

But the sorrow stains his soul, twisting into a darkness that remains always. And sorrow left unhealed turns to bitterness, and Eve's love becomes a gaping wound. And when he lays on his deathbed later, he still recounts the way he failed Gan Eden. The only comfort are the boughs of Spruce, Cedar, and Cyprus he weaves into a crown in his final moments; the gentlest scent of home given as a final balm for his wounded soul in place of what Chava and Seth lovingly sought for him: Freedom from the mortal end she had cursed him with.

Sorrow can be a powerful force to a Spirit- one which can chain them to the Earth for an eternity, if strong enough. And when HaShem calls out to Adam's Soul from beneath the soil where he was created in Gan Eden, it is his Spirit which answers back from the Abyss of Death: I am still here. I cannot go quietly. My work is not yet done. HaShem promises him that his time will come- that his work will be done. But first, he will sleep.

And who better as the Perambulatory Sacrificial King- he whose blood renews the land over Winter- than the first person to ever till it or pluck a bounty from its branches? One whose heart is full of sorrow for a land already lost; who has already given up everything for the land, and is willing to do so time and time again?

This is written explicitly to share with friends who blatantly requested I ramble at them about this topic. It is my own opinions, gnosis, and beliefs tailored entirely to my own practice, based on my own Mythopoeticism and religious Calendar, etc. I'm glad it if inspires, but it's not for anyone else to vulture for their own practices.

This account is run by a Dual Faith «(Converting) Masorti Jew + Traditional NeoWiccan» & «Ancestral Folk Magic Practitioner» with 20+ years of experience as a practicing Pagan and Witch. If that bothers you, don't interact.

#I Have Very Strong Feelings About The Genesis Story And Chava's Creation And I'm Not Sorry For It #Adam / God the Father / Lord #Religion & Magic #A Direct Look At My Practice #Personal

[aikoiya]

 What if it was the 6 Human Souls that are somehow controlling Frisk to destroy Asgore’s Kingdom in REVENGE for their deaths as well as prevent the war/genocide against Humanity?… That would be an interesting tragic story, and it would be KARMA at it’s finest! 💖 

(I used the brown heart for patience, cause I couldn’t find the light blue heart…)

~~~

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Why, Toriel? Why didn’t you go with us? Why didn’t you protect us?

Toriel: Wha-What?

💚 Frisk (Kindness): You knew that the King, YOUR HUSBAND, wanted to do with us. You knew he wanted to use us to hurt our own people. To start a war that would wipe out everyone, including innocent families. You knew that after one final soul, he could actually commit genocide… And yet you did nothing.

Toriel: I…

💚 Frisk (Kindness): You did nothing to stop Asgore or your Kingdom from destroying our bodies and ruining our souls.

Toriel: There wasn’t anything I could do to stop-

💚 Frisk (Kindness): YOU WERE THE QUEEN OF THE KINGDOM! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE BRAINS! YOU DIDN’T EVEN TRY TO COME UP WITH A BETTER SOLUTION!… But if you had to abandon your Kingdom and betray your people, at least have the guts to do it right… But you didn’t have the guts, did you Queenie?

Toriel: …

💚 Frisk (Kindness): You left us alone, in the cold…You left us to rot… You left us to die…… At our most vulnerable moments… Y… you… really hatedus that much for wanting to leave?

Toriel (tearful): I’m so sorry, my child…

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Now I see who you were truly protecting by staying here, in the Ruins. Not us…But yourself!… To think I once saw you as better then my original mother… Eheheheh!!! But you really are no different than her!

Toriel (crying and sobbing): I’m so very sorry, my little ones!

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Every monster inside this mountain had celebrated the deaths of children… Yet they say that they’re the compassionate and merciful ones, while humans are the true evil demons… Well, if they want us to be the demons, we’re gonna grant their wish!

Toriel: No! Wait my children, you don’t have to do this! We can still make things right, I-

(Frisk strikes down Toriel with one strike.)

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Too little, too late.

~~~

Papyrus: I, PAPYRUS, WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS!

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): …Are you serious?

Papyrus: WELL, YES I-

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): You seriously want to hug someone that you know has killed everyone in their path, instead of running away to safety? I know that you’re naive and childish, but this is just straight up stupid!

Papyrus: B-BUT EVERYONE CAN BE A GREAT PERSON IF THEY TRY!

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): That’s the thing though, WE ALL TRIED! The problem is none of you cared! You monsters still hurt us!

(Frisk then strikes down Papyrus.)

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): So, why keep trying to please you?

~~~

Undyne: This isn’t just about monsters anymore, is it?

💙 Frisk (Integrity): What?

If you get past me, you’ll…You’ll destroy them all, won’t you? Monsters… Humans… Everyone…

💙 Frisk (Integrity): You’ve gotta be kidding me!

Everyone’s hopes. Everyone’s dreams. Vanquished in an instant.

💙 Frisk (Integrity): Oh, NOW you care about a human’s hopes and dreams!

Undyne: But I WON’T let you do that. Right now, everyone in the world… I can feel their hearts beating as one.

💙 Frisk (Integrity): It’s almost hilarious how arrogant and delusional you are. You make Papyrus look humble!

Undyne: And we all have ONE goal. To defeat YOU.

💙 Frisk (Integrity): I’m not even gonna dignify you with a speech about how much you suck, because your whole ‘heroic’ speech already reeks of hypocrisy!

Undyne: Human. No, WHATEVER you are. For the sake of the whole world… I, UNDYNE, will strike you do-

(Frisk strikes down Undyne, before she could reform herself.)

💙 Frisk (Integrity): You were saying, UndyingUndyne?

~~~

Mettaton: COME ANY CLOSER, AND I’LL BE FORCED TO SHOW YOU… MY TRUE FORM!

💜 Frisk (Perseverance): …Okay.

Mettaton: FINE THEN!… RRRRREADY? IIIIIIIT’S SHOW-

(Frisk strikes down Mettaton, before he could finish transforming.)

💜 Frisk (Perseverance): Show’s over.

(Frisk then turns his head to the wall and finds a camera.)

💜 Frisk (Perseverance): …How disappointing Alphys, you didn’t even try to protect your friend.

~~~

Sans: so, i’ve got a question for ya. do you think even the worst person can change…? that everyone can be a good person, if they just try?

💛Frisk (Justice): You never tried to be a good person, Sans. So you have no right to judge us or humanity, or anyone for that matter. You are nothing, but a selfish coward.

Sans: heh heh heh heh… all right. well, here’s a better question. do you wanna have a bad time? cause if you take another step forward… you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.

💛Frisk (Justice): Neither are you.

Sans: welp. sorry, old lady. this is why i never make pro-

(Frisk then strikes down Sans.)

💛Frisk (Justice): That was more pathetic then I expected.

~~~

Asgore: Now, now. There’s no need to fight. Why not settle this… Over a nice cup of tea?

🤎Frisk (Patience): …’There’s no need to fight’… Isn’t that interesting?… I remember those being my last words to you, before you ended my life…

Asgore: What?

🤎Frisk (Patience): Do you know who I am?

Asgore: No… I’m not sure.

🤎Frisk (Patience): Oh, you better remember me like your life depends on it! Why don’t you take a closer look? 

Asgore: Why… You…  Yes, yes, I remember you now… You’re one of the fallen human children… The patient soul…

🤎Frisk (Patience): You’re wrong, Asgore. I’m not the one with the patient soul…

Asgore: What? Then who are you?

💖 Frisk (ALL): WE ARE ALL THE INNOCENTS YOU DESTROYED!

💖 Frisk (ALL): WE ARE ALL THE CHILDREN YOU MURDERED!

💖 Frisk (ALL): WE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE YOU HARVESTED FOR POWER!

(Asgore could only silently look at them with horror, terror and guilt.)

🤎Frisk (Patience): You convinced everyone that we’re the villains… You want us to be the bad guys?… Fine.

(Frisk strikes down Asgore with one strike.)

💖 Frisk (ALL): Now, we’re the bad guys! 

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Aikoiya: Okay, this is freaking brilliant. *claps* Bravo.

I can’t help but wonder how Chara & Asriel would react though. I can’t help but feel like they’d in some way also blame them. Because if nothing else, none of this would’ve ever happened if they hadn’t done what they did.

Though, I can’t help but feel like Frisk is being sidelined here. Maybe have Frisk in control, but have them/her (I’ve always hc’d Frisk as she) be guided by the souls instead of flavor-text Chara. Mainly a corrupted Justice, because the corrupted version of Justice is Wrath or Vengence.

Just an idea.

#submission #ut #undertale #salt #salt fic #very cool #very cathartic

[bookstoreaders]

*Spoilers for both of these books*

I had found out about CS Pacat while searching for art work inspiration for my own story and that's how I found the Captive Prince Series and then I saw Dark Rise in books a million and I was instantly caught by the cover. I love any story with darker morally complex (not gray: I could and will make a post on that) characters.

I put off reading it for while because I'm very much a mood reader and this past week I decided you know what let's dive in.

So I'm going to go through each character and what I think of them because I am 100% a character reader. This will be for both books Dark Rise and Dark Heir (also please note i did audio book so I may spell things wrong)

Let's start with our main boy:

Will:

I find Will so interesting and complex. It's hard to tell if what he is doing is because he truly doesn't want to be like Sacien or if this is all apart of Sacien's "will". I find it very interesting that Will's name is well, Will. At the same time it's seems to me that Will is trying so hard to NOT be who he was in his past life. At the end of Dark Heir when he gets outed and he thinks James is the one person who actually accepts him and finds out he has the collar on (I have thoughts on that but I will get to theories later on) it's devastating. I think for both Will and James they want to not be judged for the choices their past selves made.

On that note James:

James is probably my favorite character.

He is snarky and smart and brave and everyone treats him terribly except for Will. He is either treated like a wh***, a weapon (though Will is guilty of this), or a traitor. He's something to be owned, to be possessed. He is paying for the actions of a past he can't even remember (until the very end) when the collar was put back on him i was so upset, but knew it wouldn't work the way St. Claire wanted.

Violet:

I liked Violet more in book one. Im.curious about her inpending "fight" with Tom and if and when that will go down. I was hoping she would be the one to stick behind Will and not judge him. (Though i feel she's going to be the first to go back, if Will really is trying to be "good")

Cyprian:

Cyp Cyp... I really didn't like him.at first. But.now I do. However, I find him complex as well. I love his dedication to his believes and his loyalty and obvious love for Violet. I hate his judgement of James, that he blames him for Marcus and the other Stewart's and doesn't think about why James might have left. (Their father tried to kill him when they found out he was a reborn) ... on a different note him drinking from the cup, wrestling the shadow, jumping down that whole and breaking the "staff" and dragging Will back up like he was a sack was pretty bad ass.

Katherine/Visander

Let's start with Katherine: I wish we'd had more time with her. I didn't feel very connected to her so when she died i wasnt that upset. Visander seems so one sided in his goals and thoughts. It's like has blinders on. He doesn't think that maybe Devon has changed in 1000+ years or that things might have changed. He is stuck in the past. His relationship with Philip is interesting especially with him being in Katherine's body (which is very weird and im not sure how I feel about it)

Elizabeth: she can be annoying but she is.also 10 years old. For her age she is a very smart and brave young lady and im excited to see where her story goes.

Tom:

I feel like I am grappling at straws for more information on Tom. I want more. How much does he truely know? Is he niave? What does being a "lion" mean. He clearly loves Violet

Devon: he interests me more than anyone. His story is tragic and sad. Hunted and having his horn cut off... they say it was by humans but I have thoughts (theories later) and then living through all those years alone. It's pretty tragic. He seems to have a very loving and trusting relationship with Tom from what I can tell (I do hope I'm reading that correctly)

So thoughts and theories and all that and there's no Rhyme or Reason to any of this:

I am starting to wonder who the real bad guys are: I don't think it was really Sacien. I wonder if it might actually be the Sun King or whatever he's called. I wonder in book 3 of with James remembering the past if we won't learn the truth. Because something is up.

I despise Will's mother. She raises this child, ties him to beds, tries to kill him. All for the supposed mistakes of a past life he can't recall... yeah f**ck her.

I think the Stewart's are sus. Did they hunt down Devon and saw off his horn? If not how did they end up it?

What exactly is the white death and if it's evil how did Visander come back if he is good?

What's up with Grace?

I'm firmly convinced that Sacien/Anharian Will/James is like a "You have to have shadows with light" James is the Light and Will is the Shadow they are supposed to compliment each other. I think someone fucked with history but we will see.

Basically, I really enjoyed these two books, and I am desperate for any news on book 3

#darkrise #darkheir #cs pacat #will and james #devon and Tom

[saving-ray-23]

BATGIRL (SEVEN)

Dick Grayson wouldn't leave her alone. Barbara spent the rest of the week avoiding him at school and after practice, not daring to talk to him even once. The cookies given to her were thrown in the trash, along with a note she found at the bottom that she avoided reading.

Barbara had been very, truly dumb when she and Dick started to hang out. She told herself over and over again that she wouldn't get attached, that it wouldn't be the same as last time. That Babs wouldn't let herself fall for that bullshit ever again. She had had a friend before and it ended tragically. It hurt Barbara. And Barbara didn't want to be hurt again.

She saw who Dick was at the Arkham. He ditched her once and she wasn't going to let him do it again. Not to mention, the way he looked at James was as confusing as it was angering. Barbara didn't want anyone looking bad at her cousin and she would never let anyone get between the two of them. James was the only person who cared and stuck around.

Barbara called James just shy of a week after the field trip. She had gotten hurt during a game, bad enough for tears to sting her eyes. She wasn't wearing anything to cover her knees and someone whipped the ball hard towards the end of the first half.

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Babs couldn't help but cry out as they helped her limp off the field, piling her with icepacks as they waited for the trainer. The school was closer to the Asylum than GCPD and she would rather not take a trip to the packed waiting room of Gotham General.

Once her crying had finally stopped, she took out her phone.

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The Gordon house felt awkward with James in it. It had been years since James was inside for longer than five minutes. Now, not only was he sitting in the living room, but he was poking and prodding Barbara's very hurt knee, hair falling in his face slightly. It reminded her of when she was little and scraped her knees. James would usually do the same thing; make her sit on the couch while he sat on the edge of the coffee table with a first aid kid at his side.

It was just a bad sprain, James decided after nearly ten minutes. They had been mostly silent since James picked her up from the school, over an hour before. Barbara was trying her best not to cry, chewing her lip raw. And her cousin just wasn't in the mood to talk, it seemed. He wrapped her knee tightly with an ice pack, sliding a pillow underneath her bent leg.

Barbara was at odds with herself. James had always done things like this for her; he was her protector, the closest thing she had to a big brother. He had left work early to pick her up and take her home, not only helping her walk inside, but staying to make sure she was alright. James cared about Barbara, in a way only one other person ever had. He was the only one she had left and she had been ignoring him for days. And not even for any real reason, just some bad feeling she got seeing Dick and him interact and a teenage depression. 

But, James had also pressured her into going to the Asylum in the first place. If she hadn't, then she wouldn't have been grounded and she probably wouldn't have even been ditched by Dick Grayson.

Who was she kidding? Barbara was in the wrong. She had no right or reason to be mad.

"I'm sorry for ghosting you." She breathed out, looking at her leg instead of her cousin.

A hand rested on her head for barely a second. "Teenage angst struck again, I'm guessing?"

"That or I'm slowly becoming a supervillain."

Barbara looked up at her cousin, offering something that could almost be a smile. "Forgive me?"

"Just this once," The tone was joking, but Barbara somehow felt like he meant it.

Don't be a fuck-up anymore, Babs. She ordered herself as he fished something from his bag.

"Take these once a day, for the rest of the season at least." James prescribed, pushing an orange bottle into her hands.

"I don't need painkillers," Barbara stated with a groan, fingers digging into the healthy space above her knee. "A couple of Tylenol and I'll be fine."

"They're not painkillers. Just a supplement, so you get stronger for the season." He explained cooly, tossing the bottle next to her on the couch. "And it'll get you back on the field sooner."

She eyed them hesitantly, wary about taking any medication. "How soon?"

"A week, tops."

Barbara had seen other girls with sprains lose have the season recovering, sitting on the sidelines while some Freshman took their place. Injuries like hers could take a month to heal and in the middle of the season, she couldn't afford it. Barbara didn't want that to be replaced.

__

When the Commissioner got home that night, Barbara was half-asleep on the couch, the TV light shining nearby as some old comedy played. He paused in the doorway, eyes meeting hers. Babs was tired and sore and feeling just a bit numb. She was still in her jersey and shorts from the game, hair falling out of her braid.

"I got hurt." She explained, gesturing to the bandaid.

Surprisingly, the Commissioner drew closer, frowning for once at her knee and not just Barbara in general. "Do you need anything?"

Blinking, she forced out a answer. "I'm— uh, I'm good. Thanks."

"Alright." He nodded, withered hand rubbing over a tired face.

The two stared at each other for a second, not sure what to do. Barbara cleared her throat, looking away. It was all too weird.

"Night, Uncle Jim."

She caught his nod as he cut across the room, his heavy feet making the floor groan with each step.

Barbara grabbed her phone off of the coffee table, finding Dick's contact. Hesitating, she typed slowly. I'm sorry.

Her thumb hovered over the send button, before ultimately deleting the text. She made a decision and she was going to stick with it. No surrender, no going back. Even if it hurt like hell.

#babs gordon #barbara gordon #batman #batgirl #dc #dcu #robin #dick grayson

[fabuloustrash05]

Personal headcannons for our boi Sal Commander/G'Throkka? (Dude is underrated gimme mah man)

I don’t really have a lot of HCs for Sal Commander but I do have this for his backstory.

Going back on my Salamandrians HC on match making and having a mate, for Sal when he was a young man he went through the match making process like every other male does when they come of age and he was match with a young woman apart of their weaponry. A very attractive and intelligent woman who Sal was happy to be matched with. It’s rare for the matches to actually fall in love, but for Sal he did but his mate never reciprocated those feelings. After they created their offspring she left him to return to her work and he never had contact with her again. Despite that Sal tried to look at the positive and be there for his son, but tragically his son died at a young age, killed in his first major battle at war.

This broke Sal, having lost his son and his mate never loved him, he felt as if he had no one left. Years later, Sal is attacked by Newtralizer and is sent to be treated for his wounds. Knowing it will take months to recover, Sal needed someone to take his place on the battle field m and lead his solider in their next attack against their enemies, The Triceratons, so Sal picks two of his best pupils to take his place. A young couple who were both student under Sal and were trained by him, the couple were eventually matched and actually feel in love, a rare sight on Salamandria for a match to actually grow feelings for one another.

The couple were honored and agreed to take Sal's position on the battle field, but there was one problem. Who would watch their daughter, Y'gythgba? Sal decided to look after the 6 year old girl while her parents went off to fight in Sal's place. Unknowing to them it would be the last time they would see the couple.

When word got out that Y'gythgba's parents were killed in the battle against the Triceratons, Sal was devistated. He felt as if he was to blame for this young girl's parent's death. He was the one who sent them out to be killed. It all his fault. He truly felt alone. His mate leaving him, his only son dead, and two of his pupils now gone as well, Sal felt lost, but luckily Y'gythgba was there for him. The little girl assured him that she does not blame him and that she knows her parents fought with honor till the very end. A bond was created that day, with Sal vowing to protect Y'gythgba and train her to become a great warrior, and Y'gythgba promising to become the strongest warrior their planet has ever seen so she could kill every Triceraton she sees to avenge her parents. They both lost people they loved and cared about, they both were alone in this cruel world, so the stick together, always having each others backs though every battle and conflict they face.

Over the years, Sal Commander grew to see Mona Lisa as his own daughter, and Mona saw Sal as a father figure, but the two would never admit it to one another. They both can be stubborn about it. I'd say it wasn't until Mona met and started dating Raph that Sal's inner dad really came out and realized that Raph and Mona could one day make exceptionally strong warrior offspring XD

#he wants them grandbabies #he claims it for the sake of salamandria to have more strong warriors but he just wants grandkids to spoil #my-name-is-bunnyfoxy #asks #answered #tmnt headcanons #fabtrash headcanons #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #sal commander #tmnt mona lisa #salamandrians

[fantomette22]

Laurence, First Vicar of the Healing Church!

I wanted to share my drawings & designs for Laurence. Some thoughts and headcanons.

I'm not going to go into details or into a serious analysis of one of the more interesting and important character of Bloodborne. It's not the purpose of this post. Take this as a funny post of a fan who just want to share what's on her mind/& dumb headcanons. There's a lot of things I didn't thought about yet (thank you confusing bloodborne timeline <3) and I will probably forget a few things/will not talk about everything because there's too much things ! So don't hesitate to ask questions & I will try to answer.

I’m really surprise to enjoy this character that much. I can't stop drawing /imagining stuff about him. He's not my favorite character at all, but well it's Laurence. I didn't thought he would left such a big impression on me. Such a tragic and interesting character...

My personal interpretations of Laurence in game are either :

THE DEVIL. All the conspiracy theories about the Church are true (poisoning of old Yharnam, give the blood to Cainhurst...). He could be really vile and manipulative character with everything that goes with it. truly an evil characters...

But I prefer to picture him as a more nuanced character. I think he really wanted to help the every life of people. It works for some times before everything went down. He did some mistakes, his ego keep growing and then he realizes too late his mistake. He try to made things right but... it was already too late.

So i'm going with the mostly second one here ^^

When I listened to his theme I can easily picture and imagined all his life and the healing church (like Gherman theme too...). It's a wonderful and amazing tracks... So tragic...I can feel the pain he must have feel before turning into a beast. Full of regret...

I did a bunch of designs. An evolution through the years (like the Gehrman ones X). But if I had to choose only 1 representation.

That would be this one :

Yeah I know what you might think. "Doesn't he looks a bit like the messiah of the Ch/ristians ?! Aka J-e-s-u-s C-h-r-i-s-t"

I'm sorry, but with all the religious symbolism in Bloodborne I can only pictured him looking a bit similar to some religious figures really easily... that's the vibe that he gives me... And I think it suits him.

Now headcanons ! (But more based from my story) :

So let's begin with a "funny" little thing. See how Cleric beast Laurence dramatically sit ?

When he spend a long time sitting he often tend to sit like this. When he was alone, with people close to him or that he knows well. He reads books like this, fell asleep like this. He just can't sit properly in a chair XD

Laurence is small. Well not really too small, he's about size of our hunter (1.7-1.8 m approximately) but Yharnamites are 2m+ tall so XD. So yes he have a foreigner size. At least one if not both of his parents are foreigners. That's why.

But don't let this lower your guard ! He's really strong. In a bar fight you should be worried about him. He can throw someone bigger than him above the bar...

Because of his smaller corpulence he can get drunk really fast. That's why he created the pungent blood cocktail lmao. Gehrman carry him way to much time on his back because of it. They were not BFF for nothing!

After the healing church was found/ gain autonomy he got a horse. A little white horse (still didn’t decided of a name yet..I thought something in Latin…). The horse have a normal size but for a Yharnamite it’s small XD. I did draw smt about it but it’s not really good & I can’t had more pics so… just imagine Laurence on his horse, beside him, on one side you have Maria, on the other you have Gehrman. Both on bigger black horses, like the ones that take us to Cainhurst XD

Student/ teacher Laurence at Byrgenwerth

He's a man of science and religion. He has a doctorate (or some kind of diploma) but is also kind of a priest too.

He was raised in Byrgenwerth. He saw Willem as some kind of father figure I think. That's where he basically almost meet everyone. (Everybody from the old hunter era : Maria, Brador, Caryll, Ludwig? Micolash, Rom, The hunters...& obliviously Gehrman ).

So here you have a really young Laurence. When he was a student (left). And then he became a teacher at Byrgenwerth before founding the Healing Church. He teach a few classes (bio, medicine, theology...) He really care for his students and try his best to help them overcome difficulties and give them the best conditions he could.

+3rd wheel Laurence XD (I do have a crappy lil sketch with the full characters but I’m not sure if I’m gonna share it… just imagined any characters. Or 2 people talking about their favorite meal, that Laurence dislike 😂

And Vicar Laurence ! Pre & post fishing Hamlet

A lot of people seems to depicted him like this too (left pic). It's just the big vibes he gives to everyone. it just makes sense. Look at this charismatic leader.

((He didn't became Vicar right after the foundation of the healing Church. Religion wasn't the big influence we know the healing church have. An old high priest was in charge of Yharnam. After the church gain in power & influence. The Bishop of the region? appointed him Vicar).

He got the scar on his eyebrow at the Hamlet...

(Actually the Research hall incident may have happened between this two designs (I can't decide...)

Also here is a really tired Laurence :

Being a Vicar is not an easy job…

The guardian of the Astral Clocktower, your friend is dead.

Because of this, the research hall is a mess. All the patients are either dead, dying or have gone mad and try to hurt people.

Your best friend has become an emotional mess. The recent events seems to have deeply affect him. He doesn’t have control over the others hunters anymore. Some seems do be drunk and attack everything.

The beast scourge is still growing, night after night. People are scared and asking more questions.

And the relationship between the Church and Cainhurst is deteriorating…

Yes he got founding from Cainhurst too at the beginning of the church. There was a time when they were allies. He didn't imagined they would stole the forbidden blood and use it for their own egoist interest...have secrets concerning the tombs... even abandonned their own sometimes... begin to kill people... So why not play along with it. Why not use them & see how they try to reach evolution... And then take everything from them.

Older Laurence : Pre and Post beckon of the Moon Presence

Thanks to the blood he aged really good. Until they try to summon MP… he looks like a half transformed beast sometimes. He even loose some teeths (his human skull in the nightmare is missing quite a few).

So I believed the MP beckoning went terribly wrong… people dies, get turn into beasts… the Blood Moon isn’t really the best of thing…. He got a bigger scar + bandages because of this. And see how his beast skull got a huge cracks…

« He wanted me to give him eyes on the inside » says Flora, « I gave him what he wanted ».

G : « You rip his skull open to put eyes directly in it ! »

« Yes, that’s how everyone do it »

About beast / cleric beast Laurence

I do believe in the Bloodletting beast = Laurence. Or maybe even a mixt of this & his nightmare form. I also think the version we saw in the nightmare is a nightmarish version of him.

Other things

He's obsessed with the Watchdog of the old lords ! He found it so fascinating. After it was defeat, Laurence took sample of blood from it to try to study the creature and how it could be in fire. He even inject himself blood from the fire beast... (So he could trow fire in his beast form after being burn by molotov yeah).

Yeah...he has some issues with fire... Old...Yharnam...HM...

He's obsessed with the Old Blood too if it's not obvious...

I also believed he took weapons to fight beast/ fight in the dungeon sometimes. Either with the church pick, the blood letter or a beast built thanks to the beast embrace rune. (Or all 3 at the same time).

Last little thing

I headcanon that this guy, the nightmare executioner who’s guarding the grand cathedral in the nightmare was Laurence bodyguard too. (But you already know that. More here & here)

#bloodborne #my art #laurence the first vicar #bloodborne headcanon #bloodborne art #Laurence design #finally ! I’ve been on this for days… & I got to paste everything again… #there’s also Gehrman matching design ! #i can’t post more than 10 pics so I did what I could #i like some characters lore but I can’t stop imagining/ drawing stuff about him #i don’t intend to offend anyone with the Laurence/JC thing I’m sorry if I did that’s not my intention at all #Bloodborne fromsoftware #my post #fantomette22art

[echoing-oursong]

I'm fascinated by Stancy because the fandom has so many ways to interpret that ship. Like strong antis and Steve or Nancy haters say it was abusive. Fans of that ship say it's a beautiful tragic love story. Either way I have never seen a ship be so divided or misunderstood in a fandom lmao.

Imo Stancy is a middle thing. For Steve, it was a beautiful love story, and for Nancy, it felt like a trap she put herself in. They never were on the same page in that relationship.

In s1, Nancy was infatuated with Steve, and if Barb hadn't died/gone missing, I feel like they could have had a cute high school romance. But alas, Jonathan entered Nancy's world, whom she wouldn't have hung out with otherwise. They bonded in a way up until the last episode she didn't bond with Steve in that way. Yes, he saved them, but they don't have matching scars or a journey together. Jonathan was there when Steve didn't believe her. But then Will came back, and Barb was still gone. Jonathan went back into isolating, and Nancy was alone again. However, Steve was still there now, and despite longing for someone else, she chose him to be with out of desperation to not be alone. You can see it at the end of s1 when she looked at Jonathan in the way Steve looked at Nancy. She never looked in love with her boyfriend because she wasn't. I think she wanted to love Steve she tried to convince herself. And maybe she even loved him in some moments because it lasted for a year, but she was never in love with him. She lied to him, and she never reflected on that in the show. Which is an interesting character take but people want to make her completely innocent when the subtext screams otherwise.

Steve loved her completely. He would do anything to protect her and see her smile. He was planning to stay back to arrange stuff so he could be in her life after school. He never lied about his feelings towards her. And I truly think if Nancy would have given him the chance to fix things or talk about Barb in a non drunk way, I think he would have listened. He should have definitely asked her more and not just assume things are fine, but at least he tried, unlike the complete monster some people paint him. His way of coping with shit was extended to Nancy because Steve believed he helped her with that. And in a way he was. He helped Nancy through the initial shock of her best friend dying. He was the distraction she needed in moments, or she would have snapped earlier. (Also, we never saw Stancy in their relationship only beginning and end, but you can tell Nancy has communication problems the way she handles Jancy)

When Stancy came to an end, it was because of Nancy. Her inability to lie to Steve about her feelings combined with the guilt of Barbs death. But again, the not loving Steve is the major reason. I wish the show would allow Nancy to explain herself to Steve so he can also find closure from it. Stancy ending deserved to be handled in a more nuanced way instead of letting Steve take the entire blame, and everyone else is off the hook.

How can people watch the show and not see how one-sided Stancy was. And that the major blame lies on Nancy. The way Steve left his friends, bettered himself, constantly looking love-sick around her, wanting to be grown up and work for his dad (he hates) to provide for her. Compared to Nancy, who looked uncomfortable saying I love you to him, only looking in love with Jonathan and then admitting she waited for him to make a move. It's baffling to me that people say Steve was the person who hurt Nancy more or the sole problem when he was the only one who put in effort. It's surprising that people want that ship back, given it never stood a chance because Nancy just doesn't love Steve. It doesn't make her a villain, not loving a guy, but the way she went about it was kinda cruel if you think about it. (If you don't agree, just switch the genders bc if Nancy was the guy, oh lord, would people have a field day with it)

What is worse, protecting your partner from self-destructive ways and trying to cheer them up in a way you think it's helpful because your partner never communicated otherwise. Or is it worse when you go into a relationship knowing that person is a placeholder because the actual person you want isn't available right now so you lie about your feelings until you can't take it no more?

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honestly same like i’m so fascinated by stancy! especially because like you said so many people have different interpretations of the ship but also lol like some of them are just plain wrong. same never seen people be this divided.

i love how you described them here! with the second paragraph because you are so correct!

yep nancy really was infatuated with steve but also i wonder if it was because of what steve represented to her. i think after barb died she saw steve in a different light because he represented something more sinister to her. i think nancy loved what steve represented to her at first: attention and a way to try new things. despite steve not being dangerous in a bad boy way: nancy saw new opportunities for herself. then after barb died she just saw steve as tied to the loss of her innocence despite the fact that she did want that in some way but because tragedy happened: steve can only be seen as the bad person because of where he and her were that night. and despite the fact that she has guilt of her own it’s pretty clear that she sees steve as also the killer of her best friend despite the fact that he didn’t kill barb. lol i know i just went on a whole rant but i absolutely fucking love what you say in that third paragraph! you said it so beautifully!

everything in that fourth paragraph! honestly i hate how people see one talk and just determine how steve handled nancy’s trauma and that was to a) dismiss it. because he’s not dismissing her trauma if people actually watched the scene: he’s dismissing the action of telling people what they saw because of the fact that the gov will kill him and his loved ones. we just had a huge plot like in season 1 about how the gov will do anything to save their own asses yet people don’t think for one second that these characters would very much be afraid of them. also it’s wild to me because we see nancy who also loved to pretend just like steve. she pretended her whole relationship with steve was real because she couldn’t handle the fact that jonathan was helping out his own family. she wanted to be just a normal teenager! but people just think steve completely gaslight her into being a ‘normal teenager’ and ‘pretending’ meanwhile nancy of her own free will was legit pretending! do y’all seriously think that steve would want nancy to pretend to be in a relationship with him because of her trauma? ngl nancy has the worst communication skills and i do love know messy it can lead things into but i need some people to wake up and realize that this is a flaw of hers!

fucking everything there!!!!

everything here too! stancy is sooo one sided and steve was the only one to put in any effort! the dude while he was dating nancy was like ‘alright i won’t have to go to college and i can just work with my dad even tho i know i won’t like it so that we can be together’. i’m listen nancy has done a bunch of things but i still think it was cruel of her to knowingly know that steve was willing to do something he hated because he loved her and she didn’t let him know that she didn’t love him. it took her alcohol to admit that she didn’t love him! again nancy knew that steve was going to waste his own hopes and dreams for her and she would have let him if it wasn’t for the alcohol and jonathan coming in.

that question you posed fr thinking about it and i’m just going to leave it open ended

#stranger things #answered asks #thank you :)

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top 5 gallifrey quotes!!

oh I am terrible at picking favorite quotes because I don’t remember individual quotes that well, but I’ll try? (this will probably be biased towards popular ones and audios that I’ve relistened to recently though.) I feel like I could pick favorites in a number of different categories, so this’ll be the “gives me Feelings” version

1. “I will never betray those I love.” this line punched me in the heart as I sat in a car on March 1, 2020 and tried to pretend I wasn’t being emotionally devastated by the characters in my headphones. this scene is so tragic in so many ways, but amidst that darkness, you have the character who was so resistant to calling people friends in the beginning of the series fully, truly admitting that she loves her friends and I am Emotional about it!!

2. “I was so alone in the world of dreams when you left. The wildlands were dark and so quiet. I do not wish to be alone.” / “There will be a place for you with me, for always. Whatever face I wear.” I obviously have to include one of The Romana/Leela Quotes, but I felt like I shouldn’t list both this one and the Enemy Lines one, and this one is my favorite of the two. They’re both being honest about their feelings! Leela’s naming her hurt—loneliness, fear of people leaving. And Romana is so clear about wanting Leela at her side, making her a promise that she doesn’t live up to in every timeline, but one she genuinely means when she says it.

3. “You would really give up your lives for her.” / “I’ve done it once. It was somehow easier the second time.” / “I could never have divided you.” possibly I’m biased towards this one because I just relistened to Time War 2, but you know what. it gets me. Narvin not just running away from the possibility of getting his lives back, but planting his feet and standing by that decision and standing by why—yes, Romana is more important to him. of course she is. and Mantus, who has believed that Narvin could be bought, finally truly sees him and the strength of his loyalties. 

4. “They made a mistake, you know. Leaving you alone with me like this. They can’t conceive what I might be capable of. But after everything I’ve been through, thanks to you—two decades of uncertainty, twenty years of my life not knowing if I’d survive to see tomorrow, the things I saw you do on Etra Prime! I think you deserve this.” I mean, everything she says to the Dalek really, including the bit where she insists on being named as herself and not a number. But I’m highlighting this section because this scene is the one time we get to see her really truly be angry and hurt at how she personally has suffered at the hands of the Daleks—and this quote is the heart of it. She gets to name her pain. She gets to unleash the personal anger she’s bottled up all these years. 

5. “The CIA is in defiance of its president.” “Well, someone needs to be.” again, my “I just relistened to tw2″ bias is showing but Narvin!! the one who once grudgingly devoted himself to serving the office of the president no matter his personal dislike of the occupant of that office blatantly running an unauthorized operation. actively working to save civilians threatened by Time Lords instead of being the one to threaten them or dismiss them as unimportant, as he started out. the anger of this quote! the way it stands as a marker of Narvin’s character arc! 

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