#[past tw for both]

[sad-leon]

a mood or somethin

[stefisdoingthings]

ark aftermath

[gurokiitty]

pondering the strade to jimmy pipeline rn

[arttsuka]

Sorry for this super depressing poll but

[ravensroleplays]

Ghosts of the Past--Open FNAF RP

"I..." Ian hesitated for just a second, then the floodgates burst wide open, and he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I'VE KILLED PEOPLE! PEOPLE ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME!" The ghostly boy's stutter was completely gone as his soul appeared outside of Foxy, animatronic fox and ghost boy moving and talking as one as oily tears started leaking out of the former's eyes to match the tear marks that were permanently on the face of his true, ghostly self.

"I...no, it wasn't something I chose to do...but I still killed them." He sniffed a little. "I...I still hear them screaming sometimes, I have to live with that...!" Both animatronic fox and ghost boy lifted their hands to their heads, emotion overtaking Ian.

[spookythesillyfella]

four unrecoverable hours down the drain ....

★ song : "Gehenna" – Nightcord at 25:00 cover

[ramblingoak]

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Tread lightly, folks. Discussions of past cheating, which is kinda par for the course for these two. Also, please keep in mind I do not condone Nancy’s actions in the least, nor do I fully believe Joyce has the best intentions for Nancy. It’s not conscious, mind you, but subconsciously, she’s always gonna want to her help kids first. Big gray area here.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 66 | Part 67 | Part 68

Joyce tugs Nancy in even more securely. “I know exactly what you mean. But no one here is like that. I think, this time around, he’s done an excellent job of surrounding himself with people who actually care about him.” She runs a hand over Nancy’s hair. “And you’re part of that group. Regardless of what you want to call what you feel for him, it’s obvious you care. It’s okay to need to take some time, but in the end, when you’re wondering what’s next, just remember he cares for you too.”

Nancy nods. “I think I do need some time,” she murmurs. “It just feels like he moved on so fast.”

“Because it’s not been as long for you,” Joyce nods. “I get it, honey. Take all the time you need. Want Jonathan to keep you company?”

Nancy looks at her. “D’you know who I cheated on Steve with?”

Joyce smiles softly at her. “I do. And trust me, I’d have something to say to him about it later if he’d known you two were still together.” She inclines her head toward Nancy, brows raised, gaze serious.

“Oh,” Nancy whispers, eyes dropping. “I didn’t know that.”

“Mhm. But it’s in the past—well, the future past, I guess—and you can take as long as you need, okay? But I do think someone deserves an apology.”

Nancy sighs. “You’re right.” She picks at the hem of her pants, then nods and stands up, hands on her hips. “I need time. But I need to apologize first.” She just as suddenly deflates, nerves coming in fast. “Will- will you come with me?”

Joyce smiles up at her. “Of course I will. C’mon.” She stands too and offers Nancy another hug, which she gratefully accepts. “I’m proud of you,” she murmurs.

“Thank you,” Nancy whispers, pulling back and squaring her shoulders as she stares at the house.

They walk up together but Joyce walks in first, Nancy following just behind. “Steve?” She asks timidly. “Can I talk to you?”

Robin and Allison both stiffen, but Steve waves them off as he gets up. “Outside?”

“Steve-” Allison starts, but he holds up a hand before turning to her.

“I’ll be fine,” he says softly. “We’re just gonna talk.”

He walks outside with her, Joyce hovering by the door, acting both as support and as a lookout.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy says forcefully, like it was pulled out of her. “I shouldn’t have gotten so upset, you broke up with me, and you really didn’t owe me an explanation but you gave me one anyways, even if it hadn’t actually happened yet, but I… I got insecure. And jealous. So I’m sorry.”

Steve nods, shoves his hands in his pockets, looks down. Scuffs his shoe along the concrete. “I get why you’re upset,” he starts cautiously. “But I thought we were okay. And to find out we’re not…” he lets out a harsh breath. “I do still care for you, Nancy. You’re one of my best friends. But I think I’m gonna need some time for this one.”

Nancy looks down at her own feet, wrapping her arms around herself. “I don’t think I took as much time as I should’ve,” she admits. “Can you count me out of this one?”

Steve manages a smile. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“And-” she squeezes her eyes shut, lets out a shaky breath. “Jonathan too, maybe?”

“I-” Steve takes a breath, stops himself, looks wide-eyed at the ground before letting out a long, controlled breath. “Yeah. I can do that.” His words are barely a whisper, and he lets out another short, harsh breath before brushing past her. “Excuse me.”

He lets himself back inside, and Nancy stands there, wide-eyed, staring through the spot he’d been standing in.

Then, Nancy Wheeler breaks.

The tears come in strong and fast, and she’s crumbling where she stands before strong arms catch her. “It’s alright,” Joyce whispers in her ear. “It’ll be alright.”

She lowers them both to the ground and lays Nancy’s head on her shoulder.

“I- I don’t get it,” Nancy sobs. “I did the right th-thing and I f-feel terrible!”

Joyce hushes her. “I know, dear. Sometimes the right thing feels terrible in the moment, but is best in the long run.” She runs a hand over Nancy’s head. “Did you drive yourself?”

Nancy nods. “And M-Mike.”

“Okay. Do you think I could drive you home and Jon could follow in our car? That way he can stay with you and I can come back here.”

Nancy nods and look up at her. “C-can you m-make sure Steve’s okay?”

“Of course, dear. Come on, let’s get you home, okay? And I’ll even give you my mom’s recipe to heal a broken heart: a warm cup of tea, a good cry, and a good night’s rest.”

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[marietheran]

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[peaches2217]

You’ve said that Bowser only kidnaps Peach twice in your AU. After she’s rescued the second time, even if he doesn’t kidnap her again, does he try sending Kamek or any of his henchmen out to attack the Mushroom Kingdom? Would he go as far as trying to harm/kidnap Mario and Peach’s future children?

Surprisingly, no. Things like abduction and invasion and death are given a lot more gravity in my Marioverse (it leans more Magical Realism than outright Fantasy like the series proper, emphasis on Magical). Bowser in my ‘verse is on par strength- and size-wise with his 2023 Movie counterpart; you can’t take him on directly unless you’re roughly the same size or strength or incredibly resilient, or unless you’re powered up.

The first time Mario faces Bowser, he’s powered up, but still outmatched. He gets a few good hits in, but he ultimately defeats Bowser through quick thinking and spatial awareness (read: luring him onto a bridge then cutting it down). The second time, Mario has to force his way through a hellish gauntlet just to get to Bowser, so by the time their showdown begins, his Power-Up stock is depleted. All he has at his disposal are his natural strength and his wits.

This makes the fact that he absolutely curb-stomps Bowser that much more shocking. I’m talking missing scales, broken horns, he splits the guy’s shell clean in half with his bare hands, because this time Peach has been Bowser’s prisoner for three months and Mario is channeling thirteen long weeks’ worth of pain and fear and guilt into a fiery, unstoppable rage. The only reason he doesn’t kill Bowser is because he doesn’t have time. Facing him head-on means he takes way more damage than he did the first time, and eventually he realizes he has to get going now or he’s gonna drop dead before he reaches his Princess.

And he does, in fact, drop dead, just moments after finding her cell in the dungeon and breaking down the door. If not for fast action on Peach’s part and her ability to wield the power of the Stars Themselves, that would’ve been where his story ended.

So you have Bowser, nigh-indestructible by all accounts, severely injured and nearly killed by a human who’s not even using Power-Ups or magic, and the human still survives??? And leaves his fortress on his own two feet??? Bowser refocuses his conquests afterward, adamant that he will take over the Mushroom Kingdom and deal with that pest protecting the Princess! He’s just gotta be more prepared, make sure he’s got all the resources he needs to ensure a swift and effortless overtaking! Suggesting that the mighty Lord Bowser might actually be terrified of this guy and deliberately avoiding him will get you sent straight to the gallows, so no one outright says it, but it’s still widely understood.

[sadlynotthevoid]

I was reading what TV Tropes has about Hiiro and was utterly shocked when I saw the "Driven to Suicide" trope.

Then I read it and realized I already knew that happened (though I haven't read that part of the story yet). But I didn't realize he was going to end himself.

Thanks Kanata for Aira.

Anyways, LCF x Enstars crossover AU where Aira doesn't succeed on convincing him and he jumps off—

Only to be caught by Og!Cale who was coincidentally chatting with Eichi in the meeting room. They had just opened the windows— because Eichi was feeling ill— and were standing there when a Thames looking like teen fell from above.

Og!Cale used to run after Lily a lot when she was a toddler. Catching her when she stumbled off the stairs or somehow climbed the balcony's bars (she was an energetic toddler and the maid who was her babysitter was very absent-minded, okay?) was a common occurrence for him. It happened so often than years later he still had the habit of grabbing people when someone falls near him.

Eichi was really surprised when the potential inversor turned potential idol he was trying to reclute suddenly extended his arms and almost tripped off the window.

Hiiro: goodbye Aira. *Jumps*

Two stores below,

Eichi: —so, what do you think?

Og!Cale: Well, *brother instincts go on* wait. *Nearly throws himself out of the window* This is a child!!

Eichi, who was almost passing out moments ago: !!! *Grabs his shirt*

Yuzuru, who was only refilling their cups of tea: *drops the teapot and practically flies to pull them inside*

15 minutes later,

Aira: Why would you do that?! You can't throw your life like that! You're an idiot.

Hiiro: *wrapped in a blanket, resting his head on Aira's lap* Sorry.

Og!Cale, looking at this Thames looking like puppy teen: Well, I guess I'll sign.

Eichi, who was pondering whether or not he should get therapy for all ES idols: *has no idea how he got that deal* I'll sent you the contract in two days. Right now it's just...

Og!Cale: I get it. Do you want a list of therapists?

Eichi: That would be appreciated. Thank you.

Tatsumi and Mayoi: *lowkey panicking after Yuzuru called them about the situation*

[themalhambird]

Um.

Golden Cage AU, more Elrond Illness Edition. Elrond's fever reaches its peak, forsight mixes itself up with dreams of the past, and Galadriel believes he is going to die. He isn't, he very explicitly gets through the fever and starts to get better, but It's Alot. Tbh, I'm not really sure where this came from and also, I made myself cry writing it.

@malkaleh tagging because this is your sandbox I'm thriving in but please don't feel obligated to read.

Content warning for Near Character Death, serious illness, fever induced disorientation and lack of lucidity, and a character who gets glimpses of the future warning of danger/implied potential violence.

"Galadriel?"

For a moment, her name on Elrond's lips gives her hope- but the next words from him, as he struggles to sit up in the tangle of sweat-soaked sheets are "Does the King look for me?"

She shakes her head. "No. No, Elrond- it's alright, you cam rest. Lie back-"

"The King looks for me!" Elrond insists, throwing the sheets to the side, trying to get up. Galadriel grabs his shoulders to keep him from standing; he clutches, with surprising strength, at her forearms. "The King looks for me!" He insists, hissing through clenched teeth and staring with feverish eyes that seem, suddenly, deeper and more vast than the night sky. "The King in the woods, and the King beneath the mountain- they look for me, for all of us and the nine kings that would have been are to be drowned in flame and burned in water and- he will know. Celebrimbor- Celebrimbor must not be with him when he learns of it- he is going to be so angry, Galadriel and I- I...." he blinks, shuddering, and the energy all seems to drain out of him. He sinks. Galadriel smooths the curls back from his forehead, and her heart leaps to her mouth at how warm he is. "I have to go," he mutters. "I -I have to go to Elros. But the High King's speeches are yet to be written, I don't- " he blinks rapidly, his eyes desperately scanning her face until finally a spark of recognition seems to return. "Galadriel." he says, reaching and clutching at her skirt. "I haven't finished the speeches. But I need- Elros is calling-"

The tears come, then. She has tried- she has fought so hard not to give into despair, but this...

She takes his hand in her own, and kisses the back of it. "If you wish to go to Elros, dear one, you must go to him," she whispers. "Do not worry about the speeches. The King will not be angry-he is- he-" her voice hitches, breaks. "He is very proud of you," she says. "He told me so, and wished to tell you himself, but if you must go to Elros, now, it can wait. Go. We will miss you, but you will go with all our love."

She watches, in complete and utter terror, as his expression eases, his eyes close, his body goes slack, and his breathing....

His breathing...

Eases. It eases, it eases- she calls, for Adar and Celeborn both, to tell her she is not imagining it-

"He is cooler," Celeborn says; Adar concurrs-

Every hour, Elrond improves- and every moment of it, Galadriel clings to his hand. She is no healer. But she pictures the light of the Eldar within herself, and she imagines it passing from her palm to his, a loan of her strength to carry him through...

As dusk approaches, there is a flurry of birds chirping. Elrond Peredhel wrinkles his nose and, without opening his eyes, grumbles with rasping irritation: "Why is my hair so wet?"

Galadriel does not stop laughing for a full five minutes.

[nexus-nebulae]

so. for A Long While now we've considered officially pursuing converting to judaism. and we've finally really started the whole research process and getting familiarized with the religion and everything and. does anyone have tips on how to feel comfortable in a new religion when you've been so harmed by specific religious groups in the past (especially when the religion you have bad history with is so close to the one you're converting to, like being another abrahamic religion)

[sharptoothed-gaze]

Hello fandom. I understand that very few of you will care about my personal opinion, and that's fine, but I find it important enough to how I run my blog to share anyway.

In the future, all of my posts will simply be avoiding any mention of Wilbur wherever possible. His character is a major part of Tallulah's story, but I will be keeping him away from my blog as much as I can.

Typically, I would go with a "death of the author" approach and keep mentions of the character and cc more separate. However, the cc's alleged quest for money and fame changes that entirely. I will not be contributing to that. That's just my personal choice, so there should be no shame to anyone who chooses to separate the two, obviously.

I watched Shubble's video and I saw his response. In my opinion, it was terrible. The way he centralized his own "growth," minimized the pain he caused, and left the actual apology on the second page is revealing. His statement reminds me of some of the past emotional abuse I've experienced, so his content will no longer be welcome on my blog. I believe in the merit of archiving, so I will not be deleting any past posts, but he will no longer have any place in my death family related tags.

[cripplingoptimism]

Day 3

TAKE 2 TABLETS EVERY NIGHT AT BEDTIME

[phoenixmuses]

👤+ Bucky (Loki 👀👀👀)

♡ OOC Hiii Ghosts, thanks for sending this in! 😄💜 I adore the connection that Loki and Bucky have, honestly. Hopefully, Loki will be returning as a muse for me soon (I might have to force myself to watch Thor & The Avengers again, sometimes that's the only way he comes out 😭). Also, as a side note, I think it's time to change Loki's icon again. 👀 ♡ Send me 👤+ a character name for my muse’s opinion on that character

At first, the God of Mischief had been wary and distrustful of the soldier. Despite him being a mortal, it was evident that he was a highly skilled individual. Still, at their first meeting, he had no choice but to entrust his life to the man, who had found him severely injured in the snow. Over time, the Winter Soldier had nursed him back to health and Loki had decided to stay for a while longer than initially intended.

Days turned into weeks, which came to be months. The trickster had known about some of the traditions of Midgard before his arrival, but experiencing them was a whole other matter. He found himself fond of April Fool's Day, the 4th of July, Halloween, even Christmas and New Years; he cared not for Thanksgiving or Saint Patrick's Day (particularly the pinching). Valentine's Day was a nightmare, what with all the shades of coral and carmine, although he enjoyed the chocolates and time with the soldier.

Eventually, Loki grew to care deeply for the Midgardian, a kind of affinity he hadn't expected to form and nor so readily with a human. But he was the first that hadn't cast the trickster aside, even after discovering who and what he was. In return, the God of Mischief silently vowed to watch over him, keeping him protected and soothing the remnants of his past that clung to him like smoke. They were in this together, intertwined by the Norns themselves.