#<< ooc : luci>>

[popsicleinferno]

can we make this canon

[lenle-g]

The explosion is white and hot and horrifying, but more horrifying is the way John instantly kicks off the astroboard they were sharing, and propels himself toward it.

“John! No!” Alan dives to catch his brother's arm, dismayed, “There's no way-” but, even with his momentum ruined, John tries to pull away from him - fixated on the flames, on the rescue. Alan has to use every scrap of strength in his wiry body to try and pull him back.

“Alan, get off-”

“John, listen to me-”

“It's on fire, Alan!” John tugs on his arm again, struggling because there are four astronauts aboard that freighter who probably have families to go home to, who- “We've got to get them out of-“

“Look at it, J!” Alan tugs backward, a resistant force. And when did that shrimp of a kid get so strong? “Just… look. That's not- there's not gonna be anything left.”

Things burn hot and fast in space, gobbling through oxygen and fuel like a starving creature. Flames can't sustain themselves in the vacuum, but there'd been enough oxygen on board that ship to light it up like a beacon.

“That wasn't survivable,” Alan curls his fingers in his brother's baldric, right above his heart, “and if there's any ILS fuel and O2 unbreached it's going to catch. We have to clear the area.”

John doesn’t turn to look at him, his gaze fixed to the glowing husk, rapidly being eaten away.

“There's nothing we can do for them now.” Alan tries, much softer - and isn’t it strange for the younger of them to be the one saying that. John is so rarely in the field that Alan doesn’t even know the last time they lost someone directly in front of him. He knows his brother stays on the line for hopeless cases, the ones they don't have time to deploy for, (he's heard Scott and Virgil discussing it) but, from the look on his brother’s face, it's different when you're so close. “They're- They're gone.” He breathes, but John barely seems to hear him: he’s trying to pull away again.

“If there’s any chance-”

“John!” He tries to turn the man, to line up his brother's frantic gaze with his own. Alan is fighting to stay mature, composed - like their Space Monitor would in this situation. “John, if you were on Thunderbird Five, running Ops, you'd never let us go anywhere near that while it's burning.” He insists, “Come on J, you know that wasn't survivable! Give me the odds, right now!”

He has to watch his big brother's face crumple and Alan's heart aches for him. John must know, on some level, that the odds are none, because he refuses to answer - his jaw set tight behind the flames reflected in his helmet.

"We can't just-" John starts, his voice thick. Stubborn tears gather in the corners of Alan's eyes.

“J-ohn.” His voice breaks, and he throws himself at the other astronaut's chest, wrapping both arms tight around him. “I'm sorry, ok? But there's nothing we can do. I- You can't go in there until everything's inert because we can't lose you too.”

And that, loaded with a thousand situations where he had thought the same thing about them, is finally what stills John Tracy.

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Bonus closeup bc I was thrilled with these faces

[killerlittlerejects]

Bruh I CAN NOT fucking stand the realistic creepypasta fandom. Not the chill peeps that just want to make horror content, they good, they're lovely. No, I mean the motherfuckers that are out here making the characters the most vile creatures on the planet. SAers, P*d*s, N☠️ros... you get the picture. I swear to god, everyone was minding their own business before these people came along. Now both sides of the fandom are at war over what's "realistic horror" and "that's not scary enough/cringe." You are the fucks that ruined the fandom. Let everyone live their lives without having to see your weird shit.

[captaincanonly]

on season 2…. Ohhhgguhghhhh what a show

[azriaann]

had to put them into my favourite trope😋!

nalu brain rot goes crazy rn…

[voiddwelling]

GO FETCH *throws these at you before running into upcoming traffic*

[freaky-flawless]

POV: You and your Ghoulfriends have wildly different vibes for Valentines Day

[str4wberri-mochi]

Lucifer knew something was wrong. He was not fond of how Diavolo had called for you, his tone was soft nearly vulnerable, unlike his 24/7 happy-go-lucky voice. He had a feeling where this was going....

He is a friend nonetheless, and as much as his pride wont let him to confess; he overthinks often.

You were in the living room devilsiting with the others. The serenity manor is huge and with all his brothers there, he could almost mistake it for House Of Lamentation.

He crawls behind your seat on the couch, his hand almost touching your shoulder. almost.

"Mc, Diavolo was looking for you"

His voice calm, contradicting the twist in his guts. He should be above such feelings.

You comply, of course you do, Diavolo's your friend too. He wants to stop you, he almost does.

"Hey Mc..."

"Actually, Nevermind"

He shouldn't. Diavolo is a friend and he wants to see MC, for whatever reason that's none of his concern.

Living with his obnoxious brothers who bring chaos and trouble anywhere they go, no one knows and cherishes privacy and peace like lucifer does.

Then why, he asks himself, why is he trying to spot the both of you from the window and why are his feet leading him to the poolside when he can't see you through the window?

It's too late now, he's already in earshot and unnoticed. As Diavolo starts speaking his ears perk up.

Diavolo confesses about the cursed karaoke room, which was quite obvious, for Lucifer at least. He'll hear a word or two from Lucifer but that's a different thing. He's apologising now-

Lucifer sighs with a tinge or relief he'll refuse to admit. Achieveing that assurance made him turn, ready to head back inside before he got caught.

"Whenever we're together. I have so much fun"

Lucifer halts at the words, a sinking feeling now present in his gut.

"I feel sort of nervous and yet happy at the same time"

Oh did Lucifer know that feeling. That feeling of butterflies, that feeling that drives you to be the best version of yourself, that feeling that gets your heart racing the feeling when you love someone. He was good at concealing them but they're feelings nonetheless. But for the first time in his life, Lucifer wished he was wrong.

"Um, MC... There's actually one more thing I wanted to tell you.."

Please don't.

Lucifer, too focused on the conversation that was playing out in front of him, had his fists clenched so tight, his knuckles were white and his nails were a breath away from drawing blood from his palms. It is also note-worthy, the look he was giving Diavolo, was enough to freeze devildom over.

He didn't get it. Why was he suddenly feeling so intense? Diavolo, like every other, has the right to his feelings, and he himself doesn't have a claim on MC.

"I truly adore you, MC and I..."

He also might have been drugged, cause no way in devildom was he so close to punching Diavolo's face, while sober.

And thank Barbatos that he made his entrance at the right time.

He wouldn't punch Diavolo, that was just the anger talking.

He lies to himself.

~

[introcoryo]

you were coriolanus snow’s rosebud.

a head of styled and silk soft, golden locks, and eyes so icy blue that they contrast the heat that flushes the two of you as you gasp — pant — for air in a secluded hall of the academy. his pupils dart between yours with a subtle knit of his brows, so blown and full of need that you feel a second, more intense blush creeping up your neck.

could this really be the academy’s star senior? the most diligent student they could offer? skipping a lecture because his yearning is stronger than his desire to learn? those questions are rhetorical, of course, as all three were answered with a simple tug of your sleeve on your way to class, urging you to follow him wordlessly.

“what’s gotten into you, coryo? miss me too much?” you say, lightheartedly. his tense expression never falters, instead offering a twitch of his eye as he takes a short breather. he has a hand sprawled across the fabric of your uniform, holding you close by the small of your back, pushing you up against him, and another cupping your cheek.

coriolanus was emotionally complex. his conditioned way of thinking sadly did not get along with his feelings. he had a compulsive need to control, control, control, and you knew that. he struggled to not let anything slip through the cracks, but hid that behind the facade of a social chameleon.

the blond in front of you, however, was not the coriolanus people were accustomed to. so overcome with hastiness that he was borderline shaking.

“just… just need you… need you and nothing else. tell me you need me too. say it.” coriolanus whispers, demands, and you think for a second that it might be so others meandering through the halls don’t hear, but doubt that, judging by the way his fingers are digging into your skin and the urgency in his eyes. you take a moment to process his request, and nod your head briskly.

you admire the way a curl falls over his temple, so perfectly marigold and twisted, the way his irises look almost crystal-like and so clear that you can see yourself distinctly in the reflection. his lips, pretty and plump, like a meticulously cared for peony that you oh so dared to pluck.

“say it.” so lost in thoughts of admiration, you’re almost startled by the hoarseness of his voice. his tone is imposing, but the pleading pinch of his eyebrows begged and begged for your answer, afraid it might hear different.

“i need you, coriolanus. nothing else.” immediately, the blond’s features soften, wrinkles formed on his forehead finally smoothing over. you don’t question him in moments like this; he’s just in need of grounding every once in a while. the thumb placed on your cheekbone begins to caress you, and he rushes to your lips. hungry. needy. almost as if trying to devour you to keep you all to himself.

class can wait, you decide.

[ladyspottedray]

This is a T rated roadtrip Your Highness

[l3mtea]

Kissies🩷🩷💋✨

[teaandcheckmates]

Lucy Fanart

☕// COUIGHS This was my first time drawing a pose...and side profile... and men...(jk I've drawn men before)

Again, sorry for the tag (I also feel bad about tagging people LMAO) @way2rich4this

[hash-driveway]

who the fuck is Buttles?

[killerlittlerejects]

“That’s not realistic-“

NOBODY. CARES. This fandom was never realistic in the first place! SHUT UP and let people have fun.

[mitsuki91]

Okay but you know what could really destroy Snow?

Seeing Lucy Gray slowly starting to fall out of love with him. Lucy Gray knowing him so well she starts to be repulsed by him. The pain and disdain and the masks she has to wear (expecially if they are in the Capitol and she depends on him) in order to survive... With him because she has no other option. Lucy Gray, who put trust above everything, slowly starting to lie to his face, to hyde the fear and the pain behind fake smiles to make him happy with her.

And he will see this. He will see because, as always, as they are connected by the stars, as they are both performers, he can read her as she can read him. He can see her pulling back from their love story.

So. He may think that he want her to be caged, because so he can feel safe. But in reality he can not. In reality, he needs her to choose him. Everyday. They have to be a team. They have to be alone against the world (even if that means they have to perform to find a place in that world). He has to know, to feel sure, to feel warm about the fact that his Lucy Gray wanted him and wanted to be with him in the same way he wanted to be with her.

He has to be sure they truly love each others.

Or he is going to be insane. After all, he already did. One trace of doubt - he lost it. He lost it so bad.

But betrayal in a so giant way is a thing; a thing that set him in a rage, that make him spiraling without control and do despicable things in a matter or seconds.

Slowly see your only love slowly fade away? This is another type of pain who can drive one mad in a more subtle way, because he still had hope he can just fix things and surerly he will do it. Just a little time. Just a little patiente. He will do it. But in reality she fade. More and more far away. And panic arise, day by day.

So yeah, Coriolanus Snow was a boy in love, and as a boy in love (the first time I must add) wanted to cage her loved one, to control her. It's normal to feel this way when you love someone, because you want the other one to love you the same. But it's a passing thought, not a real one, because physical possesion doesn't mean owning someone's feelings, and he knew this. Deep down he knew. And he wants Lucy Gray's love above everything else.

Seeing her simply perform their love story to him will be too much.

[lulu2992]

This post is long overdue, but because I promised exactly seven years ago today that I would talk about this “later”, I want to finally do it!

So, prior to annoying everyone here about the Far Cry series, mostly Far Cry 5, and complaining about its nightmarishly-inconsistent lore, I used to annoy everyone with Final Fantasy XV and its... surprinsingly-not-that-inconsistent story. It’s not perfect, of course, and I’m sure many people could tell you more about it and its flaws better than I can, but considering it was told in the span of at least three years across four versions of the main game (which was updated several times to add more cutscenes and information), four DLC episodes, two films, two books, one animated series, one multiplayer expansion, as well as a few more spin-off games, demos, and trailers (not all of them canon), I still think it’s impressively coherent and that things could have been way worse.

Despite having never played this game myself (I don’t even know if I’ve ever said that), I fell in love with it, and more specifically with a character named Ardyn Izunia, a charismatic antagonist with a tragic past. Yes, I have a type.

Anyway, one thing I loved to complain about at the time was the English localization of the game. Although it’s far from being terrible, it slightly differs from the original Japanese version, and while some changes are appropriate and make sense (a localization isn’t meant to be a literal translation, after all), others are... questionable. The English version also had the luxury of having its own facial animations, which means the team didn’t even have to worry about being 100% faithful to the character’s original lip movements and emotions. And they weren’t.

Some of the choices that were made regarding Ardyn in particular are still upsetting to me. The way he talks about his name is unclear? People get confused. A sentence he finishes in Japanese gets interrupted in English for no apparent reason? That creates a non-existent mystery. A frown is turned upside-down? That erases a rare and therefore important angry reaction. He doesn’t chuckle at a key moment? That changes the tone of the scene and his feelings on the whole situation…

So, on March 19th, 2018, I said I wanted to talk about “when he sounds mocking and unimpressed instead of surprised and offended in the Pocket Edition”, so this is what I’m going to do, at long last. The mobile version of FFXV is interesting because it contains a few lines that were not in the original game and never included in the other editions (unless that’s changed; it’s been a while since I’ve studied this game). Those lines are exchanged between Noctis and Ardyn during their final battle.

From what I’ve seen and tried to translate thanks to online tools (I still don’t speak Japanese), the English conversation is nearly identical to the original Japanese version, but there’s one thing Ardyn says, and especially how he says it, that is very different to me.

When Noctis asserts he will save him from the darkness, in English, Ardyn replies, “Will you?” in a rather derisive and dismissive tone. In Japanese, though, he replies, “何?” (“What?”), and it seems Noctis’ words actually affect him. You can hear both versions below. Focus on Ardyn’s tone:

Original videos: English - Japanese

To me, the way he replies in English suggests he doesn’t take Noctis seriously at all. It’s like he’s saying, “Aw, that’s cute; as if you could do that”. In Japanese, however, I think he sounds shocked, like he can’t believe someone would genuinely want to help him despite everything he’s done and the monster he has become.

His reaction reminds me of the moment Lunafreya softly tells him he will eventually know peace… and he just slaps her. I could never decide exactly why he did it. I don’t know if it’s because he feels insulted and belittled by her words or if, on the contrary, he can’t stand the fact she’s showing compassion, not to mention right after he’s just mortally stabbed her. Does her kindness hurt him because he believes he doesn’t deserve it? Does she remind him of the man he used to be, the selfless, naive healer she somehow managed to still see, deep inside of him, despite the many layers of darkness he’s spent ages burying himself under?

In any case, it seems Ardyn is supposed to react strongly and be thrown off balance when someone believes he can and deserves to be saved, so what I wanted to say in 2018 is that I thought, and still think, that it’s a shame the English version of his line in the Pocket Edition doesn’t reflect that.