#I feel so bad for posting this. I feel like it's so ooc. but I don't want to keep you waiting any longer...

[unvrsoflyly]

Simple.

— content: 1.4k, fluf, gn reader, pre established relationship (can be seen as platonic ngl), modern!au, horribly bad at design choices phainon mentioned, HAPPY PHAINON BC HE DESERVES IT☹️☹️, miiight be ooc bc it was written on a whim and i really focused more on his silly little happy guy persona more for this one, eng is not my first language + NOT PROOF READ so be ready for errors😔

note: hi hiii!! omg posted two ff in a year, shockers! hope you like this one, i wish there was more phainon content with how brainrotted i am so i made smth, might not be super super good bc erm i always write when im tired, anyways hope you enjoy this little thing one week before his banner! (him and his lightcone WILL come home.)

! art creds to hoyoverse (honkai: star rail)

Moving in with Phainon felt oddly simple. So eager to share his space with someone he loves and excited to see parts of his partner’s mundane life under the same roof as his. It was only going to be three days since they moved in. There’s boxes half empty still scattered around the apartment. The furniture is all in its place, but it looks so stiff and out of place in the new environment.

Phainon makes the new domestic feelings of living with a significant other so easy. Waking up to a simple good morning in person, not by a simple string of words on a screen. Watching each other’s routine before heading out for their respective responsibility. Laughing because of how horrible the new recipe cooked together looks. Lazing around the house in a comfortable silence with no pressure to express unnecessary thoughts. They know they could get through the eventual challenges that will come their way together, no matter the difficulty.

So, it’s not a surprise to wake up to a happy boyfriend almost every morning, but today he seemed more enthusiastic (if it’s even possible…) “We’ve been working all these days to make it our home, but it’s missing one thing” is what he said before falling asleep, promising to organize an activity. A surprise. He won’t even slip one word. Is he planning to show his newly bought decorations? As much as Phainon is a sweetheart, his choices in aesthetics are really peculiar. It was endearing, yes, but who would want eventual visitors to be met with a blasting mess of colours.

Either way, today’s the day to find out his scheming. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He usually woke up first because he liked to do a little run around the block. He’s mostly doing this these past few days to look around the place. He seems to know a bunch of things now: restaurants, cafés, small shops, parks and even some people living close by. The sound of a door opening made you head to the entryway. Tuff of slightly damp hair from the exercise is the first thing you can see while he removes his shoes. There’s a small package beside him.

“And me who hoped you’ll finally join me on a small run today” he sighs. He won’t push more, he’s more on the active side but would never force it on anyone, though sometimes he wished you would move a bit more to keep a healthy body. “Keep dreaming, it might end up happening” you laughed, eyeing the package. “Did you eat something before leaving? I cut some fruits if you want” he looked at the plate in your hand, filled with the fruits he remembers picking for you, thinking it would be refreshing for the start of the summer season. He thanks you while taking a piece of apple and heads to the living room with his mysterious new purchase.

His voice gets you out of your questioning daze. “Yesterday, I ran into a small shop selling some arts and craft supplies. I thought it would be fun to create our own matching mugs!” You remember mentioning to him how silly it would be to do them once you move in together. He got a bit flustered knowing he would get teased over his design choices though his eyes showed how excited he was to the idea. He was always willing to do silly couple things if it meant passing more time together.

You head closer to where he was putting down the blank mugs and the variety of paints. You decide to go take a cup of water for the little paint brushes still in his hands and some worn out towels to clean them in between colours. He installed some of the decorative couch pillows on the floor to sit down on. You looked at the big amount of supplies for two people spread on an old towel with familiar cartoonish faces of an old childhood show (he insisted on keeping it.) Not like you were completely broke, but you were still figuring out the whole ‘depending on our own source of income for survival’ thing, so you wondered if he took it from his personal savings just to be safe.

You sat down and put the plate of fruits aside, waiting for some sort of instructions. All he did was let a little laugh escape while putting the mug in your hands, giving you the green light to let your creativity free. Only one rule: paint the mug he will be using.

You started painting simple forms with pastel colours, easier to make them fit with each other. While he was painting, he shared bits and pieces of what he encountered this morning. A young boy heading to school who looked at him the wrong way (maybe because he purposefully chose those horrendous flashy socks that he swears are practical and fashionable), an elderly woman who’s been praising him ever since he helped her with her groceries or the dog he saw at the park on his way back.

You wondered what he could be painting with such a focused expression on his face, his brow’s knitting lightly and you could swear he was close to sticking his tongue out. You knew arts wasn’t one of his strengths, but he was willing to try and learn. If it’s from his heart, it will hold more value then any piece you can buy. Over time, stains of multiple shades are all over the towel accompanied with the mess spread on the skin of your hands.

After a while, the sun was fully up in the sky and by that time the masterpieces were dried enough to do a reveal. Phainon insisted on seeing yours first. He sneaked a look every now and then, he couldn’t wait to see how it turned out!

You held his mug out. It was a simple field painted like a talented young child would do. There were flowers and trees covering the ground decorated with a beautiful sunny sky with bits of clouds. At the front, there was a dog with white fur and blue highlights leaning its head on a greyish cat sitting beside it. Your friends often compared him to a very loyal dog. In that case, you would be the cat. Calmer, more reserved, but still very affectionate to the people you cared for. You wanted to make a scenery reminiscent of his rural hometown. He told you many times how he cherishes this place and growing up there made him who he is today. It’s not much, but you hoped you gave him a bit of his home from the glimpse you saw the first time you visited.

The shine in his eyes tells you enough: he loves it. He hugs you exclaiming how cute this is! And how adorable the both of you would be as cats and dogs! He pulls away and puts his hand over your eyes. “It’s not as pretty as yours, but I hope you like it still.” He finally hands you his masterpiece and removes his hand obstructing your vision.

You are met with a wonky ‘I ♡ my bf’ with an equally awkward self portrait of himself as a stick figure inside the heart. He always teased that he would buy a set of personalized shirts like those, whether it’s going to be stay at home clothes is up to you, but you know he would wear that proudly. You were drawn right beside it, with some sort of pointy arrow to signify you are the one saying this loud and clear. You stifle a sweet laugh before looking up to meet clear blue eyes already fixated on you, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Soooooo.. do you like it?” You nodded before leaning in for a hug.

He did make the big step of living with a significant other for the first time easy, or at least he tries to. He’s always so eager to spice up the day and make it special, even if it’s one of those mundane repetitive days. He doesn’t expect you to necessarily do things the exact same way, but you are sure you’ll try to show your care in your own ways, in ways he will understand like you understand his.

Yeah, moving in with Phainon is simple.

thank u for reading! - all rights reserved, ask before reposting somewhere or doing a translation

[kotonoba]

heeeeeeeeey, just saw your work on ao3. It said I could request here? Hope that was a correct assumption haha. Req: I'm begging you for a comfort reader x crocodile. Something about the reader having a hard time these days, with the world acting so crazy and giving her more anxiety and whatnot. (Look at me projecting haha), maybe he can give her physical if not emotional comfort? Share some vulnerability? I don't know, up to you. Hope this works for you! I also hope you yourself are doing well in this crazy world of ours!! Eat well, sleep well and laugh hard!!!

Woo The Woe (Crocodile/F!Reader)

Summary: Already experiencing increased fears from prior anxiety, you find it difficult to cope when your boyfriend is busy dealing with the Cross Guild in the morning; you do your best in coping with new devastating information given by Dr. Vegapunk. Your best just wasn't enough.

a/n: Hey, don't worry about projecting, because I'm also projecting, if this didn't come in, I was probably just going to write something goofy for him as a kickstarter. I was going to post yesterday, but I had an anxiety attack while watching the news, so you're valid for feeling like the world's ending right now. I hope I lived up to your expectations somewhat.

Warnings: comfort, slightly ooc, mentions of death, mentions of war, slight Egghead spoilers.

Posted on AO3

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Fear gripped your heart after you had a feeling of a doomsday coming towards you; it only worsened when Vegapunk made his discovery and decided to tell the world what was going on. You tried to play it off, no biggie, what do you have to worry about? Your boyfriend was one of the masterminds behind the Cross Guild. He was a former Warlord, now with a reignited ambition to do better. You had nothing to fear.

Right? 

Fear gnawed at you; this was different. Danger was imminent; you’re bound to get caught in the crosshairs of war. The Cross Guild was made up of prisoners and escapees of Impel Down, Sir Crocodile being one of them; their figurehead was just a basic nobody to you at that point. While your boyfriend was busy working on the ins and outs of the Guild, you found yourself pacing around the island, biting your nails out of anxiety. It was a bad habit; you didn’t stop even when it drew blood. 

At night, you worried some more, but it wasn’t as bad as when you were left alone in the morning. At least, during nights, your boyfriend was by your side, and for a moment of time, your fears and discomfort about the news that had fallen on you had subsided for a second. 

One of these nights was like no other; you were tossing and turning in your sleep. Within your dreamscape, you saw a world engulfed in flames, fire rode on the waves, crashing into the innocent lives of the other neutral islands. You turned in your sleep; in your dreamscape, you ran to the only person you found solace in: your boyfriend, Sir Crocodile. But you were met by your boyfriend struggling against an unknown enemy; a sea stone prism against his neck; as a sword stabs straight through his heart, you jolted from your nightmare and sat up screaming. Cold sweat trickling down your body. Your hands covering your ears, muttering that it wasn’t true, that it was a simple nightmare. But you couldn’t help that the fear held onto you so easily when fear was never a factor when you ran at Sir Crocodile when he went to pick you up after escaping Impel Down. 

“Jesus, woman, if you wanted me to wake up, you didn’t need to scream,” Crocodile huffed, a palm to his ear, attempting to massage away the ringing from your residual scream. He was going to poke fun at you until he saw you in a fetal position, trying to mutter words of reassurance to yourself. “Hey, can you hear me?” He whispered, careful not to startle you, as he moved to wrap his arm around you, pulling you into a hug and grounding you in his presence. At least that’s what he read in a book once, that it would help. It should help. But why did he still feel for you, trembling? “Hey–”

His words were cut short when you registered that he was still alive and by your side, immediately shifting to hug him tightly, warm tears streaming down your face. The nightmare was so absolute that you felt all the heat being pulled out of your body. You took a gasp for air that you weren’t even aware you were holding in. Your lungs burned as a fresh wave of air collided in your depraved lungs, “you’re okay.” You whispered, burying against him as much as you could. 

“Of course I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?” His brows furrowed, his grip around your shoulders grew possessive, and he knew you were fearless. He knew the moment he met you, when you withstood his harshest taunts and his threatening clash of sand threatening to suffocate your petite stature compared to his. You piqued his interest to the point you became his sea stone prism. You were his everything, and you were also his weakness; unlike the sea stone prism, he knew he was weak to you, he couldn’t get enough of you, still. 

So, to see fear grip you for days, he had been trying to reassure you; he had doubled security around the Cross Guild, hoping it had helped your fears settle, but to see it haunt your dreams even in your sleep didn’t sit right with him. “Tell me, what’s eating away at your sanity, woman–, my love,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. In times of crisis, he doesn’t think it was right for him to refer to you as something so neutral. 

He glanced down at you as he felt you glance up at him, eyes red and a tear-trail stained your gentle features. He gritted his teeth to see so much fear and anxiety in your petite features. “The world is in turmoil, I had a nightmare where the world went down in chaos and you–” you choked on your words, gripping onto his shirt tightly, “you had succumbed to your enemies’ attacks, I feel so worthless compared to the chaos that the government had thrown us all into.” 

Awkwardly, he pats your back, letting you rest your ear against his chest, where you can listen to his heartbeat. “You hear that?” He whispers, a bite of embarrassment boiling within his core, and he felt the tips of his ears burn up. He glanced around the room to make sure no one was around. No transponder snails were active as he thought you nod, “I’m plenty alive, I used to be a warlord, I wasn’t given that title for no reason, if anything,” he sighed a little, “that announcement only worries me, I don’t want you to be caught in the crosshairs of chaos.” 

Your brain seemed to have short-circuited from that sudden confession, “you worry… about me?” 

“Huh?” Dumbfounded by your obliviousness, Crocodile scowls at you, “God damn, I love you, but I can’t believe you think I don’t worry about you, look,” he sighed, tilting your head up to face him with his hooked limb, “you matter to me, more than military power, wealth, and my life. You mean the world to me, and I’m sorry I didn’t make it obvious. I thought you knew how I sought you out the moment I escaped from Impel Down.” He leans in to place a rough, yet passionate kiss to your lips, “I’ll make sure you’re more aware from now on. Nothing bad will happen to us, nothing bad will happen to me, as long as I have you by my side.” 

Your smile returns after days of absence as you hear his confession, “I love you too, I wouldn’t leave your side even if the world were ending.”

“Good, now, let’s sleep, we’ve got a long day tomorrow,” he lay back down, patting the spot beside him for you, a place reserved for you. 

As you lay beside him, lingering anxiety still gnawed at you, but you relaxed as the Desert King known as Sir Crocodile pulled you into a protective embrace. You just knew that if all Hell broke loose, you’d still have him by your side, and he would have you.

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I feel like I need to start cranking out stories because of how the world is right now. Who knows when it's going to be my last day on Earth? Might as well start writing, I will be taking requests, it's really a first come first serve. If there's nothing, I'll figure out something to write.

[aquanutart]

[crystallizsch]

still can’t draw anything new so i’m resorting to posting old art / throwaway sketches i never shared I GUESS

+ my modern pre-twst au

baby jamil and baby yuusha ;;; and modern high school au currynoodlsss ,,,

[timeclipsed]

Something that's always struck me as irritating is how Sonic fans from the last few years have developed this weird preconceived notion that Tails was "always supposed to be a little kid".

Like... are you sure? Are we really gonna sit here and argue that the way Heroes and Forces portrayed Tails is the be-all-end-all of what his character is supposed to be? He was not just created to be Sonic's weak, frail little brother who needs saving all the time.

Excluding the fact that SEGA JP has ultimately nixed ages from the series altogether, he is seen countless times throughout the series taking on missions arguably more dangerous than Sonic and Knuckles, with ease mind you, and holding his own against their enemies.

Tails has built multiple planes, mechs, and other large dangerous pieces of machinery that he operates with ease. Even going off the assumption that he is a child, it wouldn't make sense for everyone to just blindly trust that a little kid knows what he's doing.

Obviously there's the indication that Tails is younger than Sonic, especially in certain older shows, and if Fiona telling Tails she's old too for him is anything to go by, we ARE supposed to believe there's an age gap between them. The problem is that so many people use these as examples to base Tails' entire character off of. Early interpretations where Tails is specifically written to BE Sonic's little brother.

He's definitely not Sonic's age, but he is a lot older and more capable than this wave of newer fans are making him out to be. He is literally almost Sonic's exact height in Sonic X!

And what about Sonic Prime? Nine says he "was a kid" during his flashback. Him having codependency issues and showing occasional childish behavior doesn't mean he's a little kid, it just means he's traumatized.

Even the variations of Tails that do feel younger have a rougher edge to them. Are we forgetting that movieverse Tails stole a police vehicle, drove it all the way to the Wachowski household and hit Knuckles with it? After traveling the universe by himself to find Sonic, no less.

Messy post, but like, tl;dr the woobification of Tails is actually getting so bad in this fandom and it's dampening his character. He's not a helpless baby, he's committed multiple war crimes and could very likely beat Sonic in a fight if things ever came to blows. Tails is getting the Silver treatment here where people just keep dumbing him down more and more to make him Sonic's cute baby brother when that's just ONE facet of his personality.

He's insanely smart! He's witty! He's tough! Frontiers wrapped his character around and tried to bring him back to the Tails we knew for being self-assured and unhinged, why does this fandom insist on ignoring it for the Lost World and Forces era mischaracterization? Just because it fits your idealized version of what he is doesn't mean that's who he's supposed to be! Put some respect on my boy's name!

[freaky-flawless]

Well anyway...I finished Once Bitten Twice Dead.

...Can I be real with you all?

I kinda really liked it.

More under the cut, maybe some spoilers:

Yeah, just from an objective standpoint, the book is decent. Definitely very YA, but the writing is good, the story is interesting, and the characters were written very well. It did really feel like I was watching a genuine MH movie in my head at certain points. And while I don't love certain choices made, I was kinda impressed with some of the plot points the author came up with. Very bold of her to kill of Dracula in such a way.

The beginning was probably the weakest part, mainly because it throws so much at you at once, and it's a lot to take in, but it all comes together pretty nicely in the end. And maybe this is giving the author too much credit, but it kinda puts you in the same headspace as Draculaura who is dealing with a lot on er plate immediately.

This isn't to say I don't have some major issues with it. I'll never agree with the decision to break Draculaura and Clawd up to pair her with a mediocre normie dude, however, I think it was clever that the author drew parallels between their romance and Dracula and Draculaura's mom. I myself am also not a huge Lala fan (she's genuinely my least fave of the main ghouls) so reading a book focused pretty solely on her was gonna be a challenge for me anyway. That being said though, ghoulie went through it in this novel. She for sure pissed me off at points, but she had a lot of character growth that we never really saw in any of the movies. (Closest would be Frights Camera Action, but this book is more like if Draculaura actually did accept being Vampire Queen and taking charge) If you're a huge Drac fan, and you don't care all that much about her relationship with Clawd, then this book is for you.

You can really tell that the author was either an actual fan of Monster High, or at the very least did a lot of research. She managed to fit each main ghoul into the story in a way that felt natural and in character, which yes sometimes means being over the top (Cleo) Not to say they were featured a whole lot, after all Drac spent a majority of the book avoiding the hell out of them, but my favorite parts of the books were the ones they were in. Oh, and we got another Cleuce break-up!

The normie dude was fine. His and Drac's relationship was cute enough, but his name pissed me off. Poe. Dumb ass name. It was only ever used to compare how much he isn't like Edgar Allen Poe, like whatever man. And spoiler, but they ultimately don't end up together by the end.

Tbh the synopsis of this book does it a disservice. So serious that it's hard to take it seriously. Was it technically accurate? Yeah, but the story never got super dark imo. Darkest thing to happen was probably Dracula's death.

And honestly??? The snakestone thing was hilarious! I genuinely laughed out loud. The entire ending scene was so fun tbh. Deuce was also pretty good in this.

Anyway, if you have the means, I recommend giving the book a chance if you're interested. It's really not as bad as we all thought it would be. I promise its infinitely better than the Ghoulfriends books, and easily comparable to the Lisi Harrison novels (well the first 2...the last 2 are garbage.) And lets be real, as much as I love them, those books haven't aged the best, so there's definitely an argument that OBTD is better. All comes down to personal taste.

[orphiicheartd]

[bodyhorrorsa]

implementing a new rule! please ask before you vent too much to me. sometimes I'm not in the right mindset to properly help :( I hate to have to make this a rule, but in the past, I've had people just... vent and vent despite me being in bad mental health hhh ;;;

[eaterofdust]

Behold! A mild comparison/rant on Snotlout from the first movie, and his latest adaptation. I apologize for any error and the lack of visuals, though hope this is enjoyable, nonetheless.

Now, starting off simple with dragon training. In the original, the teens are quick to scatter, with Snotlout specifically having the unique path of running right rather than the left all the other teens take. In the Live Action, however, he simply backs up- though seems to shield Hiccup slightly judging by how his hand is outstretched to the only path Hiccup could take. Interestingly, it doesn't seem like Live Action Snotlout stepped forward when/if questioning Gobber as he's no closer to the camera than Astrid.

When entering the arena, he lacks the enthusiasm of his animated counterpart, seemingly furthering the idea that the riders were dragon sympathizers rather than the reality of what canon implies to us: Snotlout wants to kill a dragon because it is why he was spawned in the very first place, but upon seeing a dragon save Hiccup* from the Monstrous Nightmare (aka. the dragon that only Stoick and Gobber are ever shown to fight)- something he's very clearly stressed by judging by how he climbs the bars when Hookfang attacks.

When Hiccup is revealed however, the difference is most notable; Live Action Snotlout appears nearly disgusted at the sight of the heir, whereas the Animated Snotlout glances him up and down incredulously, starting to smile when Gobber begins the lesson.

Considering this, there is an inferable trait of Live Action Snotlout that differs from Animated Snotlout is that he seems to genuinely dislike Hiccup- which combined with his supposed "be cool" mindset serves as evidence for him actually going out of his way to bully Hiccup. This is far different from Animated Snotlout whom actually does the opposite: go as far out of his way as possible to make sure Hiccup stays away from him (think his jibes and moving so that Hiccup can't sit with them). This is given motive by Spitelout: status is all he cares about and if Snotlout were to hang up with Hiccup, he'd effectively telling his dad to screw off.

Live Action Snotlout prioritizes being seen as cool by his peers, Animated Snotlout prioritises surviving living with his father.

Both Snotlout's are a product to their environment, but environments seemingly different to each other. Both wants fame, power, recognition-

One to be "cool" and one to cope with the fact that deep down he knows his father is willing to leave him once the moment arrives. Sure, he's delusional, he thinks that his father knows best for everything and that all the injury he gets he must deserve for something he's done, but that doesn't mean he isn't scared of his father, doesn't know that his childhood is one unusually* unpleasant.

At this point, this becomes more opinion, but I imagine that such is why he leans so hard into being what his father wants. It gets him food, it gets him affection and yet he never gets love. He's weak, too weak, so he needs to prove that he's not the worst by fighting fights he knows he'll win- to retreat from a fight is a sign of weakness, of losing the battle. If he must smother the guilt, the affection he feels, then it is simply to do as his father wants, it is to ensure he gets a "well done son, I'm proud". Perhaps if he pretends he only cares for what his father does, that he has none of the wild thoughts Hiccup has always had that his father hates so, his father will finally tell him he loves him?

And then there's dragons. He is to be like Hiccup- and so he leads the dragon riders until Hiccup awakens. He can't play the facade for long, and as soon as Berk realises he provides so very little, not even the leader his father desires of him, he's hated. He returns to his roots, for Berk is still a land of Vikings, and he knows it'll get him back the praise, back to being the second best-

It doesn't. Nobody likes him, no matter how he tries, so he decides to hate them back. His loyalty keeps him from betrayal, but is it not sweet vengeance to force them to pay for life giving water, to leech them of their wealth? It is immoral, and yet wealth is power, and his father has always taught him to aim high no matter if by playing clean or dirty.

* Spelling error correction

[clegfly]

Getting REAL sick and tired of how omori TikTok views sunny.

Like, they view any scene of him being emotionally vulnerable, affectionate, or even just making an expression outside of just being completely neutral as “mischaracterised”. He’s not some cool, stoic, unwavering badass, he is a traumatised teenager. Don’t cry whenever he dares to give his friend a hug or (god forbid) be SAD about something??? Isn’t like. Part of the point of his development about him allowing himself to break down the repressive walls he built when he shut himself in? And being able to rely on his real friends instead of imaginary versions? And isn’t the game like. Meant to SHOW that he still cares about them despite isolating himself?

It’s really stupid to get mad at a character like that showing emotion or affection personally, especially since he’s not used to expressing it properly after so long. But that’s just me

[mushroompollution]

Absolution

On the other side of that door, they find themselves in the middle of a harrowing sight. Bodies all around. Screaming. Roaring flames. Air choked with smoke and ash. A hallway painted red with blood.

The Tragedy of Sablier.

Oz has seen this so many times now. But those were illusions, dreams, and memories.

This is different.

This is real.

Gilbert explains that though they really are in the past, they can't interact with anything there, or be seen by any of the poor victims. They make their way through the bloodied halls, trying their best not to think too much about the scene around them.

After all, there's nothing they can do for those people.

They just need to find Glen.

The jingle of a bell makes Oz gasp. Elliot is the only one who doesn't recognize that tell-tale sound of the Cheshire Cat. Oz breaks into a sprint, following that jingle, and the others follow.

They race through a doorway, and the sight causes a collective gasp as the group watches from a balcony. Below, Vincent seems somewhere far away, crying to himself as his Chain, Demios the Executioner, rampages above him.

They all watch in horror as Glen dodges attack after attack from her spiny blades, racing forward to drive that black-bladed sword straight through Vincent's chest.

Gilbert screams for his brother, but it's Oz who goes leaping from that balcony first, with Elliot right behind. Oz swings his scythe at Glen, and though he's easily countered, he buys some time for Vincent's brothers to rush to his side.

But as Gilbert puts a hand on his shoulder, Vincent shoves him away violently. He scrambles frantically to his feet, and away from the two trying to help.

"Don't touch me!!" he gasps. "Enough... I've had enough! Please!! I don't want to do this anymore!!"

"Vincent, calm down!!" Elliot cries.

"What's wrong with you?!" Gilbert begs. He sees a flash of light in the corner of his eye and shoves Elliot backwards as he leaps to tackle Vincent out of the way of a blast from Jabberwock as Glen and Oz's fight continues behind them.

Vincent reaches a hand out toward their fight, begging and pleading and crying for his Master to erase him.

As he cries, Gilbert looks down at his brother in shock.

Erase him...?

"Is that. What you've been trying to do all along?" Gilbert asks, grabbing his brother by the arm.

"Yes!!" Vincent wails. His voice sounds so desperate, hollow and empty. "That's the only way. If I hadn't opened that gate-- If I never existed-- Then Gil, you--"

"Don't be stupid!!" Gil shouts. "I thought I made it clear! If you alter the past, and erase the existence of my little brother, then I wouldn't be the big brother who protected you anymore!!"

But Vincent pulls away from him, scrambling to his feet again. "Shut up--!!"

"Maybe some other version of me would be happy, but that wouldn't be ME!! Just someone else who looks like me, but is that really what you want?! To protect a complete stranger?!"

But Gilbert is knocked back as Demios slashes the ground at his feet.

On the other side of the chamber, Glen sends Oz flying into a wall, where he sinks down, dazed.

"It's no use," Glen spits at the others as he approaches Oz. "Vincent has given up. No matter how many pretty words of encouragement you throw, to him, they're nothing but blades of rejection."

Gilbert gasps as he watches Glen approach the fallen Oz. He calls out for him, but there's no way he can get to his side in time.

But as Glen draws back his sword to end things, Alice throws herself between them.

Glen's starry eyes go wide. In that moment, it isn't Alice he sees standing there, but her mother. His sister.

Lacie.

He manages to stop his attack at the last second as Alice stares him down, unflinching. She orders him to lower his sword, but Glen can't move.

Seeing Alice in danger, the Cheshire Cat seems to appear from nowhere. He leaps high into the sky, which pulls Glen back to reality. He swings his blade at the Cat, but Cheshire easily avoids the blow. He dashes in, sweeping Alice off her feet, then retreats with her in his arms, though she kicks and yells for Oz.

Mostly recovered from the attack that had knocked the wind from him, Oz tries to run after them, only for Jabberwock to suddenly fill the air before him.

Glen can't waste time here anymore.

Gilbert throws himself at Vincent to protect him from the firey blast that fills the chamber. Elliot manages to jump into an adjacent room at the last second.

But as the smoke clears, Gilbert is horrified to watch Oz collapse. Panicked, he runs from Vincent's side, leaving his brother lying in a heap on the ground.

Of course.

All those nice words he had hurled at Vincent had meant nothing. In the end, he would always leave his brother's side for Oz, wouldn't he?

Vincent doesn't bother trying to get up. Maybe if he just lies there, they'll forget about him. Leave him there, to disappear into the past.

The sound of footsteps prove it won't be that easy. He opens his eyes, looking up to see Noise standing over him...

The sound of a gunshot rings out through the chamber. Blood bursts from Vincent's thigh.

Gilbert calls out for his brother, horrified to see Noise pointing a handgun at Vincent. But Demios appears before him and Oz, blocking his brother from his sight.

He can hear Vincent begging her to kill him. He sees Noise seeming to struggle, sees her left hand grabbing her right. She seems at war with herself, two souls fighting inside her as Vincent begs and begs to die.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" Elliot's shout draws everyone's attention.

Despite all his ranting and raving about self-sacrifice, he runs straight at his brother, ignoring the rampaging Executioner. One blow from the Chain sends both him and Noise flying, but Elliot gets right back up. He wipes the blood from his chin, and steeles his blue eyes.

Vincent begs him to stop, but he refuses, marching through the flurry of Demios' uncontrollable rampage. As he draws closer, those blades slice through the air right at his throat.

He doesn't flinch.

At the last second, the echo of a promise brings the deadly attack to a halt.

"I know you killed my father! I know you killed Fred, and our uncle!" Elliot announces. Vincent stares up at him from the floor, wide-eyed. "But I killed Claude, and Ernest. And my own mother. We both have our reasons, and we could argue about them all day! But!! I've forgiven myself. I would be a goddamn hypocrite to not offer you a second chance too!!"

"Th-that's different--!! You were--"

"SHUT UP!!" Elliot roars. "It doesn't matter if I was controlled by Humpty Dumpty or not!! She's still gone because of me! And she was a SAINT!! Leo told me why you killed my father!! He told me about all the disgusting things that man had his hands in!!! He told me that YOU saved his life. My life. Gilbert's life!!!

Wasn't it YOU who told me to judge the world through my own eyes?!! Well I've seen what you've done, and who you are!!! And I've decided!!!! I can't forgive myself for what I did to our family until I've forgiven you too. You don't even have to apologize, because I've already made up my mind. I forgive you!!!!!"

Elliot drops to his knees before his panicked brother. He grabs Vincent by the collar, forcing him to look him in the eye. To see the sincerity in those blue skies.

Forgiveness?

Vincent had never wanted forgiveness. He had always thought the things he'd done could never warrant such a thought.

"You keep saying you have no future, and that's bullshit. You can ALWAYS start over!! If you really don't think our world can forgive you, then Leo and I can help you find another. There's an entire multiverse that's never heard the name Vincent Nightray before. And if you want to come home, then I know Leo would be happy to have you by his side.

So Vince, PLEASE!!!! Don't give up on me. Don't leave us like this. I've lost too many brothers already."

Not only could Elliot forgive him. But after all that, he could call an outsider like Vincent his own brother...

Demios disappears and Vincent sobs into his little brother's shoulder, a loud, childish wail as he realizes.

Maybe that was all he ever really wanted, was forgiveness.

[angelwinkteruhashi]

[["#i just want everyone to be happy. thats what im trying to do." I feel like most of the reason why she wants Sawakita to be in a relationship with Maeko is because it would mean one less pair of obsessive eyes on her. But saying that desire would reveal that she knows how highly everyone thinks of her, which is unbecoming of a perfect pretty girl and would put a crack in her facade. I'm not going anywhere with this, I just adore Teruhashi and think the way you RP her is FANTASTIC :D]]

((OOC POST))

EXACTLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YOU GET ME ANON YOU GET ME

AHHHHHHH I'm obsessed w her

My thought process for her in this current situation is kind of like a mixture of her wanting one less pairs of eyes on her, while also trying to get the peace of mind that this isnt her fault by trying to "fix" the problem without actually considering what might be best for the people she's trying to help rn. She's the perfect pretty girl after all, she can't have this being something people know her for! (Not to mention i headcanon that Yumehara's enjoyment of love stories and that kind of stuff absolutely rubbed off on her, so she is also kind of rooting for Naegi here)

There's also the mix of genuinely wanting people to be happy and wanting them to actually live their lives without being in love with her, but that's not nearly at the forefront of her mind.

But no yeah a lot of this is for a much more selfish reason than she'd ever openly admit without an outside force making her do so.

[quietlyblooms-gone]

alrighty, friends, i feel the need to be a little transparent because it's affecting things here. the short version of everything is: i'm not doing so hot in the mental health department. no one needs to be concerned -- i'm okay even if i'm having a hard time. but i just ask that everyone continues to be patient and understanding bc i promise that i'm excited to write and chat!! both new and old mutuals, i have so much admiration for you all!! the problem is that the discomfort and sensitivity i feel are making it increasingly difficult to be punctual and social.

so what does this mean? it means my activity may continue to be extra slow. i might procrastinate with messages or go completely silent. i might not log on some days just so i don't have to use my brain. but however my presence here fluctuates, i promise that in no way this is a reflection of my feelings towards you or our muses. i'm just going through it.

all that said, thank you for being here <3 thank you for filling my dash with things that make me smile, and thank you for being a space where i can relax. i care about all of you so much, and i encourage you to be kind to yourselves!! take breaks!! take your time!! your happiness and health matter first always.

[alloprosallus]

🝐 so i may have accidentally slept the day away and i may have my first day at my new job tomorrow so i can't write like i had planned, but i'll be reaching out for the plot call from yesterday soon -u- ofc feel free to message me here or on discord (radkxng) regardless!

and like promised, here's the starter call! give this post a like if you want me to write you something. feel free to reach out in comments and dms if you have a favored verse!

[yingren]

gm yesterday i changed up my carrd again (surprise surprise) and clarified some things in my rules. while i absolutely adore other portrayals of the same character i write, i have never and am not going to start following blogs that are solo blade muses or multis heavily centered around a blade muse. i really want to avoid accidental similarities.

[kittycatred]

HI GUYS !! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )

no need to worry im ONLY going to be here for just a few minutes !!! but its so nice here !!! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

i dont know why ive been stressed out (MILDLY) the past few days when i couldve just gone to minecraft this whole time !! ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌

ill update you guys with the cool stuff i see while im here !! and no need to worry, i have a nether portal not far from here, and i wont wander too much from it so i wont lose it !!! ദ്ദി´▽`)