#'but here was a man mourning tomorrow; he tried to finally drown in his sorrow'

[markersmadness]

But here was a man mourning tomorrow,

Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow.

PAIRING: Pure Vanilla / Dark Cacao

HURT/COMFORT | ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP (?)

no beta we die like dark cacaos respect for his son, spoilers for White Lily's backstory + Episodes 13-14, cookies are written as humans with humanoid appearances!

Set during the Golden Cheese Episode; in which the ancients have nothing to do but prepare and discuss for the battle ahead at the odyssey. But Dark Cacao feels a old, stinging ache. It's familiar, and it's dangerous.

gay ancient cookies with trauma >>>

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TW: PTSD symptoms & brief suicidal thoughts

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"Your eyes falter, my old friend."

Dark Cacao feels terribly sweet and bitter at those words. It brings back memories, nightmares and hallucinations- all simultaneously and yet not at all, perhaps even the same thing? The king cannot tell. Trapped in pain of his own doing, the man forgot how to breath in a endless sea of loneliness. Before he knew it, he had neglected his son, the only son he'd ever have, the only son he'd ever love.

So to hear Pure Vanilla speak like they weren't married once upon a time? Formalities had to be kept, yes, but that was- that was absurd. Cacao grimaced and glared at his comrade. "Friend?" He spoke harshly, "No one else is here." With that, he sternly placed his mug down on the table. It clinked loudly in the silence. Everyone else had left.

Yet another meeting without any news. Why would that arrogant- Clotted Cream, the king remembers to be civilised- call a meeting without anything to discuss? It was like eating without hunger. "I...What do you mean?" Pure Vanilla's eyebrows knitted as his smile seemed to turn downwards, but he tried to keep his expression neutral. It failed.

Embarrassed... There wasn't any other way to describe that bitter feeling rising in him, a flame Dark Cacao desperately fought to put out. He only felt this around Vanilla. Not anyone else. He liked talking and painting with White Lily, and he enjoyed debating with Golden Cheese, even sometimes drank with Hollyberry.

Yet, there was something special about his closest friend. No, his husband. But was he anymore? Did Vanilla somehow forget their time spent together? The long hours spent talking, or sometimes in complete silence with each other's comforting company, the days that they spent writing letters to each other, showing excitement uncharacteristic of their calm demeanor when they finally reunited, and even the way Pure Vanilla would just somehow know when Cacao couldn't handle that overbearing weight of guilt?

He always knew. Pure Vanilla had to.

...Surely that didn't change?

The silence grew louder with each second. Pure Vanilla took a step back. Dark Cacao stood, trying not to cry. Why would he? He's a king, an ancient, blessed with Soul Jam and almost too loyal soldiers. So why is it that he sometimes wants to lose? Why does he think, At least it'd be honorable this way, when he narrowly avoids death in a battle?

An afterlife, or a hope of one perhaps? The king snorts self deprecatingly, something only expressed around Pure Vanilla. But this time, the healer clutches his staff tighter like he's uncomfortable. Dark Cacao eyes the action, and that flame of embarrassment slowly turns to anger, changing hues of color in unison with their conversation, "Pure Vanilla- no, Vanilla." He dropped the formalities. Like he always did with his husband. It wasn't like it was new. He never called Pure Vanilla his full name, but instead loving names. Darling, dear, my love, my dear, sometimes honey on rare occasions.

And before the war, Pure Vanilla had always returned those pet names. Now he stood befuddled. Like he actually forgot. But he looked too aware to not know. "Likewise, Cacao... I really don't-"

"Do you remember our first kiss?" Vanilla clamps his mouth shut, visibly swallowing a lump in his throat down.

But he opens his eyes, his staff closes its, and now Cacao can see there are tears in the heterochromic eyes he once stared into for hours. "Yes." Vanilla's voice is warbling, dangerously so, "At your kingdom. There was a blizzard, you let me in and told me to warm myself. I got distracted by the cookies around me I wanted to help, and you kissed me while telling me to focus on myself because my lips were so cold."

Cacao nodded, jaw tightening as he felt more of his composure leave him. You remember. Why are you acting like you don't? "And our wedding?" He asks, "What makes you act as though that didn't happen?" It didn't sound like a question when Cacao worded it so gruffly, especially when there was a tinge of anger hiding pain in his voice.

Pure Vanilla takes a step forward, looking up into Cacao's eyes as he trailed his gaze over the scars Cacao had visible on his neck. His armor concealed everything else, but Pure Vanilla knew he could still outline Cacao's figure in his sleep. And he did for some time. "I... It's been hundreds of years..."

A pitiful excuse. How could that be the only reason? Much more than time had failed to keep them apart. "If you don't love me any longer, say it."

Pure Vanilla's frown deepens, and he raises a hand to Dark Cacao's cheek. "Dark Cacao-"

"Say it!"

Despite the fact Cacao had raised his voice, he made no move to take away the nice, comforting hand that caressed the side of his face. "I do love you. I never stopped, my... my dear." Vanilla's eyes break eye contact with that, as though there was something wrong with what he'd said.

Cacao feels his lungs tighten and it gets harder to breathe. Look at me. Don't forget me. Don't leave me again and make me think you're dead or worse. "Why do you hesitate?" His deep voice reverberates with each syllable, trying desperately to understand. He never did understand Pure Vanilla.

The healer would talk about how his best friend and their comrade, White Lily, would never talk to anyone. Yet he'd run off and do the same. Sometimes it sparked fights in their youth, but Cacao chose to trust Vanilla even when he had no idea what the in the-witch's-oven his lover could possibly be doing. But it had been years.

Does that same trust still lie in Cacao's heart? Frost corroded it, sorrow chipped at his joy like icy daggers, loneliness came like a wave that crashed over Dark Cacao and made him stumble and break. How could someone as terribly bitter as he love such a passionate healer? How could he trust when his friends had been thought to be dead for years? Golden Cheese didn't even bother writing a letter, apparently her kingdom was doing just fine. Hollyberry had been in hiding, but why didn't she ever come to him?

He didn't understand, he never could. Why things happened the way they did. Just one visit, one sign that his friends still breathed for another day... Just one, and it would've kept the king going without his newfound bitterness.

But the sign, the visit, it never came. A letter did, years and years later, after Cacao has grown oh so close to impaling himself on the same blade he once carried proudly. A shameful, weak thing to do that he swears he'd never act upon, and that they're just thoughts... But are they really?

Did Vanilla understand and share in that same sorrow?

"Hesitate? No, I..." Pure Vanilla looks back to Cacao's face, his sharp jawline, hair that has grown somewhat thinned and unkempt, eyes that seemed to never once lose sight of the battlefield, despite the freezing blizzards. The same eyes that would crinkle at the edges when he denied being happy, when he was with Vanilla, or drinking with Hollyberry. His eyes always gave away how much the king loved his closest allies.

The healer gulps. "You still love me... Even though I...?"

"Even though you what?"

A sigh leaves him, like it was obvious what he'd done. "I know it's silly, but I was the one responsible for all that death. I didn't reach out enough to White Lily. Had I, maybe things would be different," He rambles, oblivious to the look on Cacao's face, the kind of look that said, 'What are you talking about' without a single thing leaving his lips, "I'm so sorry." Tears begin to fall down Pure Vanilla's cheeks as his lips quivered, sputtering out words but they all blended together, "I knew instantly when I saw you what I'd done, I just- I can't believe that everyone, everything crumbled because I-"

"Pure Vanilla!" Cacao shouts, interjecting the other's spiral, "What on Earth-bread are you saying?" His words fell from a shout to a quiet whisper, as if hushing a secret. Comforting never was Cacao's strong suit, but even so here his lover cried, blaming himself of all people for the downfall of thousands.

It had to be the absolute dumbest thing Cacao had seen.

The healer widens his eyes whilst staring at Dark Cacao's expression. Despite being blind, he still managed to make out things close to his vision without his staff. Cacao calms himself. Forcefully. Then his eyes trail downwards to Vanilla, their height difference just a few inches, locking eyes with one another. "It was never your fault. How could it be? One kingdom is almost too big for one cookie, let alone the world. Expecting yourself to live up to those expectations..." Cacao shook his head, "No one else will blame you for what you will blame yourself over."

Pure Vanilla laughed sadly, already wiping away evidence of his tears with his offhand's sleeve, "Thank you." He whispers, resting his staff against the wall to cup Dark Cacao's face with both hands.. Hands that are calloused from war, fingers long and skinny with scars covering each and every one. Just like the rest of the ancients.

He leans in, and their lips meet for the first time in hundreds of years. Despite the pain, suffering, sorrow and guilt...

Despite it all, there is a reunion.

There is hope of a everlasting love.

FIN.

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[burning-sol]

do you want to talk about the canary au i think we should talk about the canary au

I could have probably typed something here but instead I listened to A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers and drew all of this so that the images wouldn't be stuck in my head.

Because the ID is so long it's going under the cut:

The following are pages drawn in MS Paint of JRWI:Riptide characters, with the lyrics 'The Hoosiers - A Sadness Runs Through Him' accompanying story beats of the Canary AU. Colours represent different characters: the color red associated with the Navy, purple with Ayva, blue with Gillion, crimson with Chip, and orange with Jay.

The first page starts with a close-up of an epaulette, "people are puppets held together with strings" which zooms out to show Ayva in their Navy uniform, a stamped Navy document beside her labelled 'AYVA FERIN' reading the lyrics, "there's a beautiful sadness that runs through him".

The next frame transitions in with Ayva's missing poster on a pole in the background, the lighting of the shot highlighting Gillion and Chip's wariness as they look on at Ayva speaking (Chip's expression more hostile than Gillion's). Gillion recalls the moment with the lyrics, "as he asks me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in…." The frame is pulled back as Ayva waits for a response, cast in shadow as she stands opposed to the pair. Gillion closes the distance between them, a shot of Ayva's eyes showing their surprise before they look up and the two grasp each other by the forearm. Ayva who has previously been coloured red is now purple. Ayva looks stern, and Chip has his back turned as he still looks skeptical, but Gillion smiles feeling self assured.

Split into three panels: Ayva is framed between two similar panels of Gillion and Chip, their younger selves smiling with their older selves standing behind them, "time and again boys are raised to be men". Some shading highlights their three matching pendants.

A young Jay smiles up at Ayva, having struck a bullseye with an arrow after having missed a couple of times, "impatient they start…….." ..only to be followed by an older Jay with blood dripping from her mouth, "..FEARFUL THEY END".

In a collage: in one drawing Ayva's hair is flared up, another Ayva is holding an injured Gillion close, and another Ayva takes a hit to protect an injured Chip, "here was a man mourning"- Three drawings capture an identical scenario, Ayva cradling the deceased body of Gillion, of Chip, of Jay, the line finishing, "TOMORROW…" There is a close-up of Ayva's tearful and grief-stricken expression, "he drank but finally drowned in his sorrow……"

The next page starts with a black background to represent the BLOCK. Ayva is standing up to Jayson, fire blazing around them, "he could not break surface tension". There's a closeup of Ayva, hair alight and eye blazing orange as she asserts, "(he) looked in the wrong place for redemption……."

The words continue in purple, "don't look at me with", then blue, "those eyes". Gillion's sparkling as he watches on with an eager 'I told you so' expression, Chip looking completely shocked. The trio run together out of the BLOCK, "i tried to un-heave the ties…." Ayva looks back down a hallway to Jayson at the other end, cast in the light of outside of the BLOCK while he remains in the dark, the page now transitioning to white. "Turn back the time that drew him………."

Ayva looks sad as she looks back, but her expression hardens as they reach up to their pendant, "but he couldn't be saved."

Mirroring the earlier frame, there is a zoomed out shot of Ayva looking back, only now looking back at the whole of the BLOCK. It stands in the distance coloured red, while she stands in the foreground a purple silhouette, a purple shadow dividing her and the crew's boat from it. The page ends, "A SADNESS RUNS THROUGH HIM."

[columbocorners]

" time and again, boys race to be men. impatient they start, fearful they end. but, here was a man mourning tomorrow. he drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow. oh, he could not break surface tension. he looked in the wrong place for redemption. don't look at me with those eyes. I tried to anaesthetize, turn back the time that drew him. but he couldn't be saved. a sadness run through him. "

a sadness runs through him by the hoosiers

finished that otto artwork !! it's not very rendered as it's meant to be very sketched up and rough, but I hope y'all like it !! tried to make sure hues were mostly purple, red, yellow, blue, and white.

this was based from the chapter 5 episode but works as an overall character artwork !! and oh yea', this was referenced off of some photos I took to try and get the feel for the hands and the fear in his eyes specifically <3 so, just hope y'all dig it !! now time to make an otto playlist because all these hoosiers songs really vibing with him and noone rn

[orbdotexe]

okay im listening to A Sadness Runs Through Him and just... it applies to SO many characters. like, holy shit.

Zavala, Cayde, Nimbus, Sloane, Shayura - name one character you can't imagine for this song.

ESPECIALLY the "As he asked me to pray to a god, he doesn't believe in" for Zavala.... ough. But the line before it, "People are puppets held together with string" for the Sav-Osiris thing??? but you could also say Ikora, maybe! She's the one pulling strings, watching everything - but she also knows people, she knows Osiris and Zavala and she knows what makes them, them.

Just the whole chorus through "Time and again, boys are raised to men" to "But he couldn't be saved" makes me feel so many things about so many characters.

"Time and again, Boys are raised to men / Impatient they start, Fearful they end" is.... oh my god.

Zavala, newly rez'd and training under Saladin, then meeting Safiyah and running away with her - But then she's a Nightmare, breaking him down, destroying what was left of his faith in the Traveler.

Or Nimbus, bright and ready for this conflict, having fun all the while - And then Rohan's gone, and now they're raiding the Black Garden, risking everything Rohan worked for and their own life, trying to find some peace and trying to prove to themself that he didn't die for nothing, under the guise of trying to get his research.

Obligatory Young Wolf pointer. Look me dead in my eyes and tell me that doesn't perfectly describe them, you can't.

And then, the lines right after: "Oh, he could not break surface tension, He looked in the wrong place for redemption- Don't look at me with those eyes, I, tried to unheave the ties Turn back the time that drew him- But he couldn't be saved. A sadness runs through him"

Crow and Uldren come to mind the most here. I mean, imagine Crow, trying to prove himself, trying to do what he thinks is right - And he kills the Psion, and he asks the Young Wolf if they see him. But then there's Uldren, trying to bring back Mara, determined that she's still out there, and hitting every wrong branch on the way down. No one knew how to save him, and so he drowned under it all.

BUT I also completely skipped over a very Drifter-Cayde-Zavala line, which gives new meanings to the He could not break surface tension part: "But here was a man, mourning tomorrow He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow"

Drifter is always running from both tomorrow and yesterday. Cayde was deeply self-loathing, to the point he thought that he'd deserve whatever death he was given. Zavala is just... generally a very sorrowful man and i have No Idea how to put it into words.

You could also shove all these lyrics into Exile! RIP to literally everyone, because it gains new layers of meaning in that context!

anyway yeah! Orb loses a mind: part... uh. Anyway. Destiny is a game about shapes and grief, babeey!!!

[dropthedemiurge]

have you heard this song? it is very akk and ayan to me https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYGjhpLXLpo (alternatively, this might be their english-speaking song and i am just late to the party x'D)

Oooh I heard this song but never paid attention to the lyrics! It could really work for Akk and Ayan, you're right :DD The 'I'm a collapsing star with tunnel vision for you' and "i wonder if your therapist knows about me" lines suit the best in my opinion:DD

Someone during our discussion about Eclipse back in the days pointed out this song, and for me it's the suppalo AkkAyan song (especially the acoustic version), here:

it doesn't have lyrics, unfortunately, so i'll put them below

[from Ayan about Akk]

People are puppets held together with string There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him As he asks me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in Time and again boys are raised to be men Impatient they start, fearful they end But here was a man mourning tomorrow He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow Oh, he could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemption And don't look at me with those eyes I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the tide that drew him He couldn't be saved A sadness runs through him Through him

[except that ayan did manage to save him xD]

[emmetrain]

@multimusecatastrophy​ liked for;; The verry random, not intentional songs.

For Allister:  A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers

People are puppets held together with string There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him As he asks me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in

Time and again boys are raised to be men Impatient they start, fearful they end But here was a man mourning tomorrow He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow

Oh, he could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemption

And don't look at me with those eyes I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the tide that drew him He couldn't be saved A sadness runs through him Through him

Don't look Don't look

Don't don't

[Emmet’s way of saying ‘Please don’t get attached to me, I cannot be saved’... Also... Home-Cavetown, but he was only forced to give one song.]

For Ingo: I’m Not A Good Person - Pat The Bunny

I'm not a good person Ask anyone who knows me I'm mean and bitter And a failure at everything that I say I believe

I'm not a good person Ask anyone who loves me I never write, I never call I never think about anyone at all

I'm not a good person No matter what I do My exhaustion will consume me And I'm too tired for the truth

I'm not a good person I'm sure you're not surprised It must be pouring out my sweat glands It must be someplace in my eyes

I don't know why I am this way I've been like this since I can remember I try to keep up with everything I know I should do But then I'll fall to pieces anyway

I don't know why I am this way

I'm not a good person, not even to you I'm staying home because I can't stand the sound Of another heartbeat in the room

[Emmet is still hang up on how he disappointed Ingo and hurt him... He needs Ingo to know this Emmet is not it. Nope. This Emmet is not a good person.]

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

Time and again boys are raised to be men Impatient they start, fearful they end But here was a man mourning tomorrow Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow

Oh, he could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemption

Don't look at me with those eyes I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the tide that drew him But he couldn't be saved A sadness runs through him Through him

[gmanwhore]

Exactly!! It's like how I relate the songs: Run Rabbit Run & A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers to me because:

Time and again boys are raised to be men Impatient they start, fearful they end But here was a man mourning tomorrow He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow

Oh, he could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemption

And don't look at me with those eyes I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the tide that drew him He couldn't be saved A sadness runs through him Through himto me because:

Too good to be true, what chance did you stand? Take flight, turn tail, get out while you can

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People are puppets held together with string There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him As he asks me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in

Time and again boys are raised to be men Impatient they start, fearful they end But here was a man mourning tomorrow He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow

Oh, he could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemption

And don't look at me with those eyes I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the tide that drew him He couldn't be saved A sadness runs through him Through him

Yes!!! Very good song association when a song is you

[flosalatus]

HATER & ANGST ANTHEMS — 3 songs that portray your muse’s negative side of life! Bitter, negative, sad, bad vibes. What songs portray the darker sides of your muse?

Time and again boys are raised to be men Impatient they start, fearful they end But here was a man mourning tomorrow He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow

Oh, he could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemption

And don't look at me with those eyes I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the tide that drew him He couldn't be saved A sadness runs through him Through him

-A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers

I don't want to wait anymore I'm tired of looking for answers Take me some place where there's music and there's laughter I don't know if I'm scared of dying but I'm scared of living too fast, too slow Regret, remorse, hold on, oh no I've got to go There's no starting over, no new beginnings, time races on And you've just gotta keep on keeping on Gotta keep on going, looking straight out on the road Can't worry 'bout what's behind you or what's coming for you further up the road I try not to hold on to what is gone, I try to do right what is wrong I try to keep on keeping on Yeah I just keep on keeping on

I hear a voice calling Calling out for me These shackles I've made in an attempt to be free Be it for reason, be it for love I won't take the easy road

-My Silver Lining by First Aid Kit

I'm truly so happy to have met you Yet, as if it follows naturally, it's all so sad Now, with painfully happy memories I walk on toward the inevitable farewell

If I'm going to just live taking someone else's place Then it'd be better if I could just be a pebble That way, there'd be neither misunderstanding nor confusion And then even you wouldn't know me

What I want is just for you to hear all of my thoughts Yet I lie and say I have secrets I can't tell anyone I'm so much more spineless than you seem to think me So why? Why? Why?

To have everlasting sorrows and open seams, but also you How happy I would be to smile and say, "It was for the best" Everything before me seems to blur and melt A flood of miracles wouldn't be enough Because you called my name

-Eine Kleine (the whole song tbeh) by Kenshi Yonezu

Tagged By: @knaivcs

Tagging: @wolfcross

[relaxxattack]

Mr. Max, consider - A Sadness Runs Through Him by the Hoosiers, but it's Jackie POV after the Knifetrick bad ending. "But here was a man mourning tomorrow / He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow - Ran post chapter 6. "Oh, he could not break surface tension / He looked in the wrong place for redemption"- Ran's missing kids plan. "And don't look at me with those eyes / I tried to unheave the ties / Turn back the tide that drew him / He couldn't be saved" - Jackie narrating after Ran's death.

:(

[notyetneedcoffee]

Soul Seer, pt. 15

Loki Master List

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: just fluff!

Author’s Note: Takes place right after Avengers 1, with time travel elements and hints of Infinity Wars. Does NOT follow cannon after Avengers.

 Your fingers trailed along the steel frame of the wall of windows lining the walkway. Outside the sun gave the illusion of warmth, even though you knew it was cold. For the moment you aimlessly wondered, having free time before meeting with Steve and Natasha. You’d begun learning to fight a few months back.

Since staying at the Compound, Loki spent most of his days working with Banner, occasionally meeting over video conference in disguise with the other members of the worldwide team Stark put together to plan the energy migration. There was a lot of work to be done, and it needed to happen at human pace… or at least a Stark and Banner pace… because Loki was supposed to be dead.

A flash startled you from your musings. Out in the lawn now stood Thor, looking serious. His eyes moved quickly about, and when they landed on you a bright smile lit his face. Odd, you thought the windows were solid black from the outside.

Thor pointed to the end of the building. You knew a door led outside there, so you began to walk in that direction. His long strides allowed him to be inside and climbing the open stairs to the second floor. His booming voice echoed down the hall as soon as he saw you.

“Ah! Lady Y/N!” He smiled. “How fare you?”

“Well,” You accepted his warm hug. “I’m doing well here.”

“And my brother?”

“Way better than I ever would have thought.” Steve Rogers’ voice interjected from the stairs. “When did you get here?”

“Just now.” The two shared a back slapping greeting.

“Come on down,” Steve motioned to the elevator with a tilt of his head.

The three of you descended to the lower laboratories of the complex. You could see Bruce leaning against a work table, one arm wrapped around his middle and the other hand rubbing his forehead. Loki paced the room talking animatedly with his hands.

He wore your favorite dark green silk shirt. It always made you want to rub against him. You paused at the door, admiring his graceful strides. Bruce must have thought your hesitation was something else, because he waved you in and met you at the glass sliding door.

“We’re just on audio.” He spoke quietly.

Loki argued with someone on the line about power consumption. His voice, not his own, sounded higher and with a distinct eastern seaboard accent. “I can assure you, Mr. Archer, this solution is not a temporary one. The need for your power plants to run on fossils will be forever obsolete.”

“If you think we’re going to leave our shareholders hanging while…” The anger in the man’s voice was unmistakable.

“This guy just won’t buy in.” Bruce rolled his eyes.

Loki saw you and waved you closer. Your arms automatically slid around his waist as his right arm pulled you closer. His body language looked calm and relaxed. He felt calm and relaxed to you. However, his voice held an all to human tension when he spoke. “I don’t want to call in the Council, Mr. Archer.”

This set the man off again. Loki just grinned.

“I’ll be calling the Secretary of Energy and Senator Rowlins about this.”

“Please do.” Loki replied. “Let them explain it you. You need to remember we’re offering this five year transition period and incentive package so your shareholders won’t unduly suffer. But if you refuse to adapt your plant to the new technology obtained from the alien research, or some other form of renewable energy, you’ll just be forced out of the game.”

“Do not dictate to me, young man!”

“No, I’m just pointing out your choices. Adapt or die, that’s the way of things. You’re being offered good recompence and decent amount of time. The Council could just release this technology tomorrow. What would that do you shareholdings?” Loki grinned.

You absently rubbed you fingers over his silk clad stomach. He loved this, upsetting these people’s world order, causing chaos in their shelter selfish worlds. It fed his mischievous nature.

“You’ll be hear from our lawyers!”

“Can’t wait.” Loki touched a button, ending the call. He pressed his lips to your forehead. “Miss me, my pet?”

“Always.” You grinned.

Thor and Steve watched the two of you from the hall. Cap leaned a little closer, whispering. “I think he really likes making all these world industry leaders dance.”

“What is the Midgardian saying? He’s using his powers for good?” Thor whispered back.

Steve chuckled. “I s’pose.”

“I never thought I would see him so calm.” Thor mused.

“Oh, he gets in a rage, gets frustrated.” Steve buried his hands in his pockets. “But it blows over, and he keeps his word, and so long as she’s safe… that keeps him… balanced.”

Thor nodded, lifting a hand when Loki’s eyes turned to him. A frown crossed the darker brother’s face. He pulled away from you and walked out to the hall. You followed.

“Thor.”

“Brother.”

They stared at one another. Finally, you broke the silence. “What brings you around? Everything okay? Or is this just a social visit.”  

“Father asked me to come.” You felt Loki tense, but gave no indication as Thor continued. “Heimdall has been keeping his eyes on you and reporting on your activities.”

“If Heimdall is watching, then why send you?” He snapped.

“Loki.” You frowned, looking up at him. “Did you mean that to be as rude as it sounded?”

Thor’s brow arched in surprise. Steve bit his lip to hold back a grin, he learned chuckling at the way you corrected Loki was disastrous for everyone.

Loki looked down at your scowl and blew out air through his nose. “It’s old habits, I suppose.” He turned his eyes back to Thor, rewording his question. “So, what is it that Father wants?”

Though not an apology, the God of Thunder could scarcely believe his brother allowed you to admonish him, much less that he would heed your words. He knew the two of you shared a bond, knew that you’d touched each other’s minds. But, he could feel this was different.

“Perhaps we should discuss this in private.” Thor began to venture.

“You might as well spit it out, brother.” Loki rolled his eyes. “I’m not granted anything as privileged as privacy here.” Then he smirked. “Besides, there is no one in this company who would betray a trust.”

Thor crossed his arms and shrugged. “Father sent me, but it was a mother’s bidding.”

“What of mother?” Loki became instantly more in tune. You knew how he felt for her, knew how he missed her.

“She says something rare has occurred, says she can feel it in her magic.” Thor gave a lopsided grin. “Now that I’m here, I think she’s right.”

“What? Dammit, get to the point!”

“She says you’ve taken a mate.”

Loki’s mouth fell open. You and Steve looked at each other, confused. You never said in traditional words but no one doubted that you and Loki loved one another. So why was shock and confusion rolling through Loki’s mind.

“I don’t get it.” Banner looked between Thor and Loki.

“Our kind, our people, love and marry. It’s not unheard of, though they are not always monogamous. Even then there are exceptions, like our parents are now. But even early on, father was known to wander and mother had…”

“Don’t say that cretin’s name.” Loki scowled.

“But a mate,” Thor continued. “A pair that is tied together for the centuries of our lifetimes, is a rare thing. It is more common with the Alfheim, but it occurs with every race upon Yggdrasil. I don’t know if it was the touching of your minds, or if that was just a catalyst to what was destined to be, but I agree with mother. It’s true.”

A mixture of awe and elation filled you, only to be drowned in a crashing wave of sorrow and desperation. Your hand reached for Loki’s, and he gripped your fingers tightly. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to bite back a sob.

Steve said your name quietly, seeing the change.

You looked to him, tears falling silently. “I don’t have centuries. In what will seem like a blink of an eye, I will grow old and die and there’s nothing Loki can do to stop it.”

Cap’s face fell. He knew that heartache and would not wish it upon anyone, ever.

Thor’s strong hand gripped Loki’s shoulder. His other gently touched your cheek. “Do not do this. Do not mourn for what has not happen yet. Live joyously right now. I will tell Mother what I’ve seen. She will not allow such a tragedy to pass, especially when it’s within Father’s ability to prevent it.”

Loki gave him a sad smile. “I am sentenced to a century for my crimes. He’s not going to grant me an Apple with less than one in a hundred years served.”

“Mother is persuasive, you know better than most.” Thor beamed. “It may take a year, or five, or ten, but Mother and I will make Odin see what needs to be done.” Thor turned to you. “You understand of what we speak?”

The Apple of Immortality. You knew. Trying to weed through the bad memories of all the times Odin hurt and disappointed Loki, you searched for all the times Frigga’s influence worked upon their Father. Little concessions for the children to serious matters of state, she did hold sway over her husband. Suddenly you realized she held so much influence, that she used it sparingly as to not abuse it.

It might be okay after all.

You nodded slowly. “You mother is a formidable woman, kind, and she loves you both. Alright,” You smiled up at Loki, wiping your tears away. “There’s no point in wasting energy on worrying. You’re right, we live for today. But, Thor, we’re placing our trust in you.”

His big arms pulled you close, despite Loki’s growl, and he dropped a kiss into your hair. “I will not fail you, little sister. Mother is going to adore you.”

“Stop manhandling her,” Loki grumbled. “She is mine.”

You giggled, slipping from Thor’s bear hug and into Loki’s arms.

“How long are you staying?” Steve asked, not one hundred percent sure of the agreement, but satisfied that you were all happy.

“You need to tell her right way.” Loki answered at the same time Thor boomed “There is time to feast and celebrate!”

You squeezed Loki a little tighter. “We can wait a night. Maybe Thor will get you drunk and I’ll get to take advantage of you for a change.”

Loki’s eyes grew wide before he laughed heartily.

Yeah, you sighed, things were going to be alright.  

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[hermits-that-craft]

A Sadness Runs Through Him - A Dream SMP Analysis

‘A Sadness Runs Through Him’ is a song performed by The Hoosiers. Like my analysis of ‘Your Sister was right’, ‘Let it burn’ and ‘Call them brothers’, this will be a lyric by lyric basis. Also like the previous analysis, this will implement me going ‘also imagine a scene…’, because I have ~style~

Once again - long post sorry

People are puppets held together with string During the revolutionary war, both Dream and Wilbur used people to their advantage, using friendships and the ideas of leadership to create ‘puppets’ out of their allies There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him When Eret betrayed the group, not only did they lose everything but it was clear that no one felt entirely pleased with what happened. As he asked me to pray to the god he doesn't believe in Wilbur asking Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy and the other L’Manburgians to believe in the revolution, to believe in democracy, especially when he tried to rig the election and to blow up Manburg, was to ask them to believe in an ideal that he himself refused to believe

Time and again, boys are raised to be men Tommy refuses to let himself be called a child, or be coddled, and Wilbur and Dream both used that to make him fight in wars he shouldn’t have had to fight. Impatient they start, fearful they end He starts becoming an adult impatiently, and eventually he finds that he has to become the adult in every situation, the ‘mature one’ as Techno and Wilbur talk about chaos and blowing up Manburg. But here was a man mourning tomorrow Wilbur became insane because he was mourning a loss of what could have been, and began to distrust everyone. He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow God, imagine a scene in an animatic where Wilbur is drinking something (probably alcohol), and then it zooms in on the drink and wilbur is floating in it, tears floating up towards the top of that drink Oh, he could not break surface tension Surface tension is the tendency of liquid surfaces to shrink into the minimum surface area possible. Basically - water breaks when people jump into it because the surface tension isnt strong enough to contain that, but some bugs can walk on water because the surface tension is strong enough to stop them from entering the water. Now, remember that last scene, of Wilbur crying in the alcohol/drink? imagine him trying to get out of the drink but not able to. He looked in the wrong place for redemption Blowing! Up! Manburg! Wont! Redem! You! In! The! Eyes! Of! Your! People! Dickhead! - in all seriousness, Wilbur looked to regain his people, his country, in the wrong place with people who would only enable him. Don't look at me with those eyes Tommy trying to plead with Wilbur, to get him to stop before he messes up big time, only to be ignored is painful and im going to remind you of Dream ‘stepping in’ now. I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the time that drew him Tommy wanting Wilbur back to normal, telling Tubbo not to give up hope for Wilbur but not to trust him? owch But he couldn't be saved Yo Wilbur is kind of the villain now.  A sadness runs through him, through him Wilbur is sad from losing his country, but he’s not coping well is he? Time and again, boys are raised to be men Tubbo joined the war just as much as Tommy did. Tubbo was, and still is, just a teenager. He was raised and used for war! He would have PTSD! Impatient they start, fearful at the end Could you imagine, the fear from Tubbo’s end, as he was shot by Techno? The betrayal, the hurt? But here was a man mourning tomorrow Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow Schlatt canonically is a drunkard, who used Tubbo and Quackity and Fundy for his own means. If he’s an angry drunk or a sad drunk is really up to you tho. Oh, he could not break surface tension Fundy betraying Wilbur and disowning him pog? He looked in the wrong place for redemption Fundy joining Schlatt’s side, trying to convince himself that Schlatt is good, but also spying on Schlatt RIGHT AFTER HE SAW WHAT HAPPENED TO TUBBO WHEN TUBBO WAS CAUGHT is a smooth brained move i must say. Don't look at me with those eyes Imagine the betrayal that Nikki would have felt after Fundy burnt her flag, the fight that could have ensued. I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the time that drew him Fundy desperately trying to turn Manburg back into L’Manburg, to make Schlatt the ruler that Fundy wished he could be But he couldn't be saved Schlatt isn’t able to be saved. He’s also the villain A sadness runs through him, through him Bro fundy just wants his home and family back man this hurts Don't look Don't look Don't, don't okay, so these lines are sorta just added in just before the chorus, so lets talk about what could go in the instrumental. Just,,, Wilbur getting the TNT, Tommy and Tubbo meeting (tommy telling tubbo about the tnt), Schlatt looks at Tubbo and thinking he’s sus, Nikki watching the flag burn. SO MANY OPORTUNITES Don't look at me with those eyes Tommy pleading with Wilbur not to set off the bombs, Quackity trying to help. I tried to unheave the ties Tommy locking him and Quackity in with Wilbur, not letting him explode the bombs without killing them all Turn back the time that drew him A flash, and normal Wilbur - wilbur pre revolution, pre power hungry, is back for a second But he couldn't be saved A flash to revolutionary Wilbur No, he couldn't be saved A flash to president Wilbur A sadness runs through him A flash to the election results A sadness runs through him A flash to running with Tommy A sadness runs through him A flash to meeting with Techno A sadness runs through him A flash to getting the TNT A sadness runs through him A flash to Wilbur leaving the room with Quackity Sadness runs through Philza, waiting in the dining room, three empty plates resting around where he sits, as he gazes out the window.

[meteor752]

A sadness runs through him...

I started listening to this song when I sat on the bus earlier (It’s amazing btw, made by The Hoosiers), and I just started thinking about Dooku and got really sad.

Here are the lyrics in case you haven’t heard it and don’t bother looking it up:

People are puppets held together with string There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him As he asks me to pray to the God he doesn't believe inTime and again boys are raised to be men Impatient they start, fearful they end But here was a man mourning tomorrow He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrowOh, he could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemptionAnd don't look at me with those eyes I tried to anaesthetise Turn back the tide that drew him But he couldn't be saved A sadness runs through him Through him

Time and again boys are raised to be men

Impatient they start, fearful they end But here was a man mourning tomorrow Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow

Oh, he could not break surface tension

He looked in the wrong place for redemption

Don't look at me with those eyes

I tried to anaesthetise Turn back the tide that drew him But he couldn't be saved A sadness runs through him Through him

Don't look

Don't look Don't don't

Don't look at me with those eyes

I tried to anaesthetise Turn back the tide that drew him But he couldn't be saved No he couldn't be saved A sadness runs through him A sadness runs through him A sadness runs through him A sadness runs through him A sadness runs through him

tELL ME THS ISN’T DOOKU, I MEAN IT WAS PRACTICALLY MADE FOR HIM

[minedcrafts]

tfw you get ideas for animatics but u cant draw :’(

if anyone wants to steal my idea please do. it’s a wilbur animatic to a sadness runs through him and I wrote it out under the cut

“People are puppets held together with string There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him”

Wilbur and other characters are drawn as puppets on strings

“As he asked me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in”

Wilbur asks Tommy if they are the bad guys

“Time and again boys are raised to be men Impatient they start,”

Wilbur is hanging out with Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, and Eret

“fearful at the end”

Now it’s just Wilbur and Tommy

“But here was a man mourning tomorrow He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow”

Wilbur going craaaazzzzzyyy

“He could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemption”

Wilbur rigs L’Manberg to blow up

“Don't look at me with those eyes I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the time that drew him”

Tommy and Quackity try to stop Wilbur from pressing the button

“But he couldn't be saved”

Wilbur almost presses the button, but instead breaks it

( Alternatively, if you really want to suffer, this could be an alternate bad ending where Wilbur actually pushes the button)

“A sadness runs through him Through him”

When the others leave, Wilbur puts the button back. He looks at it and smiles, but there are tears in his eyes

[all-thingsstrange]

People are puppets held together with string There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him

I watch him, while he works. Every movement is mechanical, puppeteered by his determination, his doubt, his fear, all together, flowing into and through each other, as the three of us do. The other is just as silent as myself, but he is biding his time. Waiting, as we all are, for the coming end.  

I mourn him, while he works. Each of his feelings melds into a grief - for those he has lost, for those the other has taken, and, finally, for himself. He is not gone yet, but he will be, soon. We all shall be.

As he asked me to pray to the god he doesn't believe in

Perhaps, once, he was a religious young man, or perhaps that was just his father’s influence. Yet now, when his thoughts turn inwardly to me, he wants to pray. He desires it almost as much as he desires rest, desires an end. Yet he does not pray. I do, of course, and perhaps in some aspects we are the same, but the prayer is not the same. It rings hollow, without his faith, and I grieve that, too.

Time and again, boys are raised to be men Impatient they start, fearful they end

He’d been so eager to become more than himself when he started, a we rather than an I, that he did not expect the consequences. He has everything he set out to find - and it has left him a shell of himself, despite the more that he has found along the way. He lost everyone, including himself, and now, he feels, he may as well finish it entirely.

But here was a man mourning tomorrow He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow

The coward’s way out, they call it. He tells himself it is fitting, that he is a coward, and this is right. He fled the war, he fled his family, his friends, betrayed and abandoned them. He may as well flee himself - and flee her. She cannot touch him with her silk gloves if we are gone. She doesn’t know we are in here, hung over the sink, staring into a strange tincture that blends all the research together. He prays - no, he does not pray, because he does not find praying worth the time with what he is about to do. The sin he is about to commit is unforgivable, he assures himself, for there will be no time for repentance. Not that he has repented before.

He raises the strange, bubbling serum to our lips, too much, far more than ever before, and drinks it in its entirety.

Oh, he could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemption

The pain that rocks us calls her in. The other and I both struggle against it alongside him, but when it is over, he is all that is left, racked in pain, weak, broken. The softness of silk runs over our skin, and he is powerless toe stop it. He failed, and he knows it.

But in failure, he makes his last discovery, even as she takes him against his will.

Don't look at me with those eyes

Years later I will stare at another young woman, my gaze uncannily like hers, as she demands him back. She will be so desperate, and she, too, has grieved him. I can do nothing but stare back.

I tried to unheave the ties Turn back the time that drew him

No. That isn’t true. I can tell her. I will tell her that I did as much as I could, but I have no power over him, not like the other, at least. I tried. I dabbled in his dark arts, I mixed his chemicals, for months after he was gone, not my first sin against his free will, but certainly my gravest.

I still feel him, I still sense him, but it has been too long, now, years later. Perhaps I am capable of sin - the worst sin, the inevitable sin of despair.

But he couldn't be saved

That was his sin. He despaired of himself, fled from her, fled to us, afraid and broken. And I was helpless to stop his end.

No, he couldn’t be saved

She may try. And, perhaps, if I truly still sense him, perhaps she may succeed. But I am resigned to the role of our penitent, of sacrificing my joy for his soul.

A sadness runs through him

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