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vesselmade · 4 months

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always known as a cheerful kid , itadori rarely found himself upset with his father or @shokutsus. recalling moments when he stormed off to his room and slammed the door felt nonexistent in his memory. their relationship was strong ; he often sought their guidance , and over the years , nanamin had become an unexpected source of unwavering support. but shibuya changed everything. the almost loss of a parent lingered as a miracle that he was standing here today.

and yet , here he was facing a man who should undoubtedly be on bedrest , not thrust into the culling games. itadori harbored a rage and sorrow , an amalgamation of emotions he hadn't directed towards nanamin before. the weight of his responsibilities , from rescuing megumi's sister to contemplating sacrificing his own life to free his father , had taken an unbearable toll. the unfairness of it all ignited a new sense of frustration within him.

the door closed with a resolute finality , and the boy hesitated , avoiding direct eye contact for what seemed like an eternity. ❛❛ you’re not going to stop me. ❜❜ sukuna’s voice echoed in his head , ‘i’m the fallen’. in the past , he'd often questioned the necessity of his execution. now , with hands stained by blood , the answers seemed apparent. no one , not even the man who had played a pivotal role in his upbringing , could hinder his resolve. it was a tragic realization — his life now reduced to an argument over its fate , a heartbreaking culmination of circumstances beyond his control.

death would be inevitable. his soul would forever be tainted by the king of curses. even if he didn’t die now and his dad was unsealed , he’d still eat the last of the fingers and leave this world eventually. he was just another person who’d fought and lost in this battle. he may have only been a cog in the machine but even a tiny cog can jumpstart a stagnant thing. he thinks , perhaps , nanamin didn’t understand this. those who loved itadori were simply blinded by the idea of not losing him and he was aware of this. but by now he just assumed everyone would be prepared for it all to come to a tragic end.

not all can cross the bridge into a new era but that’s just life and it’s taken him this long to understand it. they just lived in one big , endless cycle moving from one state to another. this had to happen . . . it had to. he needed to fulfill his purpose. to go down with sukuna knowing that those close to him would continue onward.

❛❛ you have to let me do this. ❜❜ throat grew tight as he finally looks up , eyes meeting. he wanted to cry , to scream until he couldn’t utter another word. but he wouldn’t do that now. not to nanamin. ❛❛ please don't make it any harder than it has to be. ❜❜

❛❛ dad would be of more use that i ever was. if i have to die to bring him back i will. ❜❜

#starters.#verse / culling arc #au verse.#uhhhhhh HEYY #so this got so long its basically a drabble #anyways i rlly u hope enjoy #this made me cry a lil bit ngl #im sad but also ready for them to argue over this

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Snapdragons (7/?)

Description: With the King's refusal of the Elves proposal and the return of Galadriel and Halbrand, Maeria finds herself trapped between her duty to her brother and her love for Elrond

All her joy is for naught, the king has banished Elrond from Dwarven lands, and stripped Durin of his titles. She sits surrounded by her possessions and knows she must make a choice. Stay with the only family she’s known for the past fifteen years, or return to Lindon with the one her heart sings for?

She cries when she picks the latter, cries when she says goodbye to her family, and is still crying when she meets Elrond outside Khazad-dûm.

His face is filled with distraught, and she wonders how much of it is for himself and how much of it is for her, because in this moment she is selfish and only feels her own grief.

“My starlight, while I am greatly saddened by this outcome, I am beyond grateful you have chosen to stay by my side.” He says, holding his hand out for hers.

Maeria takes it and uses her free hand to wipe away her tears. She won’t let the elves of Lindon see her cry. She owes that much to Durin.

“ Who is that man ?” She asks him in Elvish, when Galadriel returns with a man hunched over his horse following behind her.

“ I do not know .” He replies, striding forward to catch Galadriel and get answers from her.

Maeria hangs back, inspecting the man when her stomach lurches, and she realizes who he is. She’s been in Lindon for not too long now, trying to help Celebrimbor figure out how to use the small amount of Mithril they have to save the Elven race. Her dreams have been dark and filled with flashes of flames, and shouts of battle. Her brother does not speak to her, but she knows he is there.

The healers take the man away, and she makes her way over to Elrond and Galadriel, the former smiles when she approaches and quickly introduces her to Galadriel, who gives her a polite if distracted greeting in response.

“Who is that man?” She asks again, hoping someone will have answers to confirm her own theories.

“He is Halbrand, King of the Southlands.” Galadriel says, her eyes darting to where they took him.

“Surely you jest? We have waited so long for our king.”

Has he really done it?

“This is no jest; I have seen his power with my own eyes.”

Doubtful.

“That is wondrous news.” Maeria says, pushing pure joy into her voice.

“Once he has been healed, perhaps you will be able to see him.” Elrond says, glancing at Galadriel for confirmation.

“If he desires visitors, then yes.”

Maeria claps her hands together, a bright smile on her face. “I am filled to the brim with joy.” She reaches out with her mind and pokes at her brother’s, and he pokes back weakly.

Don’t worry, brother, I will come to you. She promises him, before she pulls out of his mind and lets him rest.

She lets Elrond and Galadriel go off and discuss her journey, promising Elrond she will meet him back in Celebrimbor’s workshop so that they may all go to dinner together.

Wandering off, she veers towards where she feels her brother’s presence and waits until the healers have left to sneak in.

She kneels by his bedside and takes his hand, pressing it to her lips. “ Brother, what happened to you?”

His eyes shoot open, and he slowly sits up, turning to her. “ Maeria, it is good to see your face in the sunlight once more. ”

He’s dirty, and wounded, but she sees the wound has already closed, and his powers are returning in full force.

“ Did the she-elf do this to you?” She asks, anger surging through her.

“ No, no, Galadriel saved me, she is to be my queen. ”

She cocks her head, thinking back on the pure light that radiated from Galadriel. “ She will join you? She is so pure, so good. How did you convince her?”

“ I haven’t yet, but the time will come. Did you— ” He’s cut off by the appearance of the very woman they were discussing.

“Halbrand and… Maeria?”

“Maeria, heard me calling out for water, and she came to help her king.” Her brother said, throwing a dazzling smile at Galadriel.

“You should be resting.” She tells him, when he tries to slide off the bed.

Maeria keeps him on the bed, rising from her knees. “Lady Galadriel, is Elrond with Lord Celebrimbor or with the High-King?”

“The High-King, and he is not to be disturbed.”

“I understand, I will wait in his room for him then.” She bows her head to Halbrand. “My king.”

He smiles at her, “ sister .” He sees Galadriel’s confusion. “It is Sutherlin, a dialect of the far southlands.”

Maeria leaves her brother to his plotting and makes her way to Elrond’s room, deciding to sit on the balcony and wait for him. She fiddles with the ends of her hair, braiding then unbraiding strands, mind churning with anxious thoughts. If Galadriel was going to be his queen, did that mean they were allowed to bring others along? Would her brother even allow her to bring Elrond? He’d always been so wary when men were around her, what if he forbade her from seeing him?

Elrond’s voice pulled her from her musing, and she looked up at see him smiling excitedly at her. “My starlight, you must come and see what the Lord Halbrand has done.”

She wasn’t sure how to feel, her brother told her there would be those that opposed his plans, that they wouldn’t understand, but Elrond looked excited.

“What has he done?” She asked, deciding to ere on the side of caution as they hurried through the halls to the forge.

“He has given the idea of merging the mithril with other ores in order to increase the amount of material we can work with.”

Oh, so he hasn’t revealed his plan yet.

“That’s brilliant, I’m delighted to hear my king is so practically minded, that bodes well for what remains of the Southlands.”

They entered Celebrimbor’s workshop, and she spotted her brother right away. He had an apron on and was speaking with Celebrimbor, both men gesturing excitedly at the ores.

Her brother looked up when they entered, but his eyes then darted over to Galadriel, who stood with her arms crossed against one of the support pillars. She didn’t look like someone who was anxious to rule alongside her brother.

Did Galadriel know she’s to be his queen, or was this something he’s waiting to reveal?

Maeria watched as the elves and Halbrand swarmed around, frustrated that the ores were rejecting each other. She wandered over to Galadriel.

“Lady Galadriel, I wished to thank you for saving our king.” She curtsied to the elder woman.

“Of course, Halbrand is a skilled warrior and a loyal friend, I would not let him die.” There was a fondness in her voice that she couldn’t hide from Maeria.

“I am still thankful.”

They both turned when they heard laughing and shouts of joy. It seems they’d solved their problem.

A messenger came into the workshop and Galadriel excused herself.

“Elrond, please slow down.” She laughed, running after Elrond as he led them into a clearing.

He stopped under a large tree and smiled at her leaning against the tree. He’d been so happy with the development of mithril, everyone had been.

Then the world went dark for a moment, and she felt her brother’s anger, his confusion, his grief. It weighed so heavily on her mind she had to lean against the tree to keep from swaying under the weight of his power.

“Is something the matter?” He asked her, taking a step forward.

She waved him off. “Yes, everything is fine, just felt dizzy for a moment, it has passed.”

Elrond’s eyes were focused on her, a slight bounce in his steps as he began to pace. He nodded, a soft smile on his face. “I have something I wish to ask of you.”

She tilted her head, a curious look in her eyes. “Oh?”

“It is quite serious, and I fear you may find it a bit rash.” There was a nervousness to his smile that set her senses on high alert.

Do not let yourself be pulled in too deep dear sister, there are depths that even I will not be able to pull you from without suspicion.

“Elrond? Have you gotten into the Dwarven ale again?” She teased lightly, smiling at him.

He shook his head. “No, my thoughts are as clear as the rivers of Valinor.”

Maeria laughed and allowed him to take her hand and place it against his heart.

Elrond looked at her for a moment, then spoke. “You are a beauty, plucked from the mortal lands and refined in the mines of Moria, I have searched and found that only mithril mimics the shine of your smile. Your mind is delightful, I am always in anticipation of your next words, or to obtain your thoughts on a subject, no matter how trivial that subject may seem to others—”

“You are too kind.” She said, cutting him off. Her brother was exerting his power, and it made her sick to her stomach. She needed to go to him.

“No, it is you, who is too kind. I have seen you wrestle two dwarven children while keeping the entire dwarven royal family calm in a time of great stress. You have accepted any who cross your path and granted them the consideration others would not.” He covered her hand with his. “And you are strong, stronger than a mountain, stubborn as a mule and you—you are my starlight, my closet companion, please… Maeria, say you will marry me.”

She watched as waited for her answer, his expression earnest and open, eyes full of optimism.

She placed her free hand over her own heart, tears brimming in her eyes. “I am nothing. A peredhel with a mortal mother, and no standing. Elrond, I have nothing to my name. To wed me would be a fall from grace in the eyes of your people.” She said, letting out a shaky breath. “I love you more than anything, but I cannot doom you to a life of disgrace.”

Elrond shook his head. “It will not be, I swear it to you. I am Herald of the King, my father the evening star. It does not matter who you are, or what you have to your name, for you have my heart and that is enough for me.”

We will have to return for Galadriel at another time, she is resistant to my call. We must leave, now. Her brother’s voice was angry, and she realized the fatal mistake she had made.

Maeria closed her eyes, tears collecting on her lashes. She would have to break Elrond’s heart if she was ever to create a place for him at her side. “Please, do not ask this of me.”

His free hand wiped away her tears. “My love, do not fear what others will say, I will not take their words to heart, and neither should you.”

She reached out to her brother. I am in too deep.

She kept her eyes closed and took a calming breath. “You have my heart; it will always be yours. I could no sooner carve your name into it than my heart would already know its owner.”

It was true, she would carve his name into the walls of her room. A reminder of the one she would bring to her side, but it would not be necessary, she would never forget this moment. How much hatred she held in her heart for herself over the pain she was soon to cause him.

His hand, calloused from writing, caressed her cheek. “Then allow me to declare our love, for all to hear.”

“I cannot.” She whispered, all but wincing when his touch left her. “I am sorry, but I cannot, no matter how much I long to.”

His lips brush against hers gently, fleetingly. It is an acknowledgment and a farewell, a parting touch that would linger there for eternity, as if he’d burned her.

She didn’t open her eyes until the sound of his footsteps disappeared. Once she did, she collapsed, the soft grass cushioning the fall to her knees. She buries her face in her hands and sobs. Her shoulders shake as she bends under the weight of her grief. Her hair falling forward and brushing against the flowers.

“Oh, sister, I warned you. ” His voice is kind, not angry like she feared, and his hand is warm upon her back. He crouches down beside her. “We must leave, Mordor awaits.”

She raises her head and takes his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. “Did I do well?” She asked, feeling like a child again, so small and broken standing beside him.

He bends to kiss her forehead, pride in his dark eyes. “You did excellent.”

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @thesolarangel, @elrondscalaquendi

#this one covers a lot but I needed to skip ahead #also yes this is from the teaser but also I changed a bit to fit the chapter #elrond rop #rop elrond #elrond x oc #young elrond fanfic #young elrond #elrond #elrond x reader #meg's writing #snapdragons #elrond peredhel #maeria #this shit made me sad ngl #also we're basically caught up with where I am on ao3 and that is a little yikes #I like to have more planned ahead but it did not work out that way #rop #rop fanfiction #rings of power fanfiction

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batfamfucker · 1 year

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Tell the truth comic fans challenge. When's the last time you read a comic and how many have you actually read?

P.S. This isn't me being gatekeepy btw I'm being genuine because I'm gonna be honest I've probably only actually read about five series and every thing else I've gotten from movies/series, online, or fanon. I know all the important events. Have I actually read them? No because my ADHD just wouldn't. And I can't be assed having to read important events if it's in a shit run by a bad writer.

#Also ngl I was determined to read from the very start but. I would not have the time for that in any life so lmao #I have read quite a few of the early Batman comics and do actually hope to read as many of his as possible #But I have not actually sat and read all of the Batfam origins yet tho I intend to #I know them all and I've seen the panels just never actually sat down and gone through it all #I also have read a lot of the Golden Era Batman and Superman team up comics where they basically act like parents #Taking Dick out on family day trips. It's a fun read tbh #And back when I was a early teen and couldn't afford comics I watched YouTuber who would read them for you and tell you about them/show you #So I've read half of Batman Eternal from that but he stopped uploading vids about it which made me really sad lmao #So I need to get around to reading the rest myself/rereading it because it's been a while #I think I liked the story but wouldn't canonise it in my mind #I also read a bit of Suicide Sqaud that way I think? So that too #I totally don't pirate read Injustice #I like it but I think some of it is iffy. But that's the case with comics in general #Batman: Wayne Family Adventures is the only I actually keep up with #Probably because it's more accessible but also because it's the kind of comic I've wanted about the Batfam for ages #There's room for improvement and I would like to see how one similar to that style would be made like. In the fully canon mainstream comics #Because I'm aware it's very fanon/fan servicey but honesty after all the DC chaos we deserve it. But I would like to see more family #Urban Legends is really good. But Idk. I'm very particular about my vision lmao #Let me be a writer is what I'm saving. Or make a competant TV show *Glares at Titans*#Titans is good but God do they fucking butcher Jason and Bruce. I am sick of DC TV and film adaptions doing the Batfam dirty #Like. The animated movies #Tim just is never a thing ever. Why #Titans does have him and I like that. But I haven't watched that season ngl because I don't like how they write Bruce #Like. He doesn't. Look for cjild soldiers bruh. I'm disappointed with Titans because they coulda done so well #But Bruce is far too old and they made Dick almost murderous with him and they fucked up Jason. I haven't seen Tim's-#-Characterisation yet but I'm scared to at this point #Alfred must be fucking dead because he would be SO OLD if Bruce is already like 60 bruh. No offence to the actor but yeah.#Chella Man is the best thing about the show. Tbf I adore the cast other than Bruce. But everyone is just so OOC and it doesn't-#Stick to the comics at all #Idk it just. Isn't it lmao

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im-motherfucking-radical · 10 months

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Stay with me

#digital drawing #fanart #art #digital fanart #homestuck #vriska serket #meenah peixes #ngl this bit legit kinda made me sad

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frecklystars · 2 years

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im still incredibly low on energy so i cant reply to them yet, but thank you so much to the ppl who sent me really nice messages/love letters from F/Os the last two days ;-; i screenshotted a few of them so i could read them while im at work

#very big thank u for the megatron love letter especially. you know who u are #ive never gotten one from him before so that made my heart jump #ive just been hurting rly bad and getting to read abt him thinking im strong made me feel better #i rarely have genuine Love feelings for him w/o any strings attached except when im This Sad #and like?? stsc?? saying i stole his spark?? and that i outshine the stars?? dude 😭💙#that one made me tear up a little bit ngl it was very sweet #ill be able to properly reply to them at some point. i DO want to put them in my love letters tag #but in the meantime thank u for the love letters i do appreciate them #and my inbox is always open for them 24/7 its one of the only reasons why i keep Anon on #woof

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troublewithvampires · 11 months

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@rejectshumanity cont from here: [x]

Salvatore rolls his eyes as he listens to Dio's beleaguered huffing next to him, unable to keep a sneer off of his face. He sits up, wincing a little at the twinge of soreness that passes through his body as he does, and watches the other vampire through an irritated, half-lidded gaze. This is far from the first time Dio has started waxing poetic about philosophy during the afterglow, and he's sure it won't be the last.

"You knew what you were signin' up for," Salvatore drawls as he rests his head on his folded arms. "I ain't gonna magically wake up and be obsessed with Nietzsche or whoever you're fuckin' quotin' today."

There's another layer to this, one Salvatore doesn't feel comfortable admitting but one he's sure Dio has picked up on: Salvatore doesn't understand half of what Dio is saying to him. He never even attended high school, after all--his education never mattered to anyone growing up, not when there were bills to be paid and mouths to feed. And he's sure it's too late now to learn a goddamn thing.

All of this philosophical bullshit Dio finds so fascinating and loves to talk about is beyond him, and Salvatore is embarrassed to realize it might always be that way. Because it'll be a cold goddamn day in hell before he admits that he might want some help learning more. He doesn't like feeling stupid, even though he knows that's exactly what he is. So, he resorts to insults.

Salvatore allows his eyes to slip closed for a moment as Dio leans back. He knows he'll probably be thrown out any moment now, as Dio's never been one for cuddling after sex (not that Salvatore wants that either, of course--that would be ridiculous), but for the moment he'll enjoy some peace.

At least, until Dio opens his mouth again. Salvatore opens his eyes to glare over at him. This time, though, he considers Dio's words. Most of them go over his head, but one word stands out to him: servitude.

"If you're tryin' to say I exist to be a slave, you're even more of an insufferable goddamn egomaniac than I thought," he says sullenly. "I..." He trails off, as he realizes he doesn't understand enough to even retort. If he could blush, his face would be burning. "S... Shut up, jackass."

#❝ take it from old sally two shoes‚ kid ❞ 「 in character 」#rejectshumanity #❝ here comes the DEBT COLLECTOR ❞ 「 jojo verse 」#//writing this made me a bit sad ngl #//thinking about sal feeling stupid when he literally wasn't given the chance to ever get an education

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