#prepare to cry

[wordslikesilver]

I swear I’m almost done being mentally ill about Elden Ring I promise but I never see anyone talk about Morgott’s heart wrenching death scene. It’s never overtly pointed out but please imagine the progression of events from his perspective. Lying on his back, staring up at the sky, defeated. He’s one of the ONLY bosses that leaves behind a corpse and it’s heart wrenching okay, it’s OBLITERATING. Because he’s lying there withered and broken, staring up at the golden boughs of the one thing in the world he loved, not the golden order, not the greater will, he loved the Erdtree and dedicated his ENTIRE life to it even though it never loved him back because not even a man as scorned as Morgott could live without love and the love was to keep his heart still beating in his chest when he felt most like a monster. He has spent his entire life keeping this crumbling kingdom together. For his mother, who hid him away so the world wouldn’t hurt him, for his father, the man who taught him how to bear the weight of a crown and stand taller than the ignoble origins you come from. And he was so alone. The only constant in his life being that golden tree that shone down into the sewers. He is the last of all kings. The horns about his brow weighed heavier than his crown.

And then the tree was burning. Lying broken on the ground, unable to truly die, his curse expelled from his body, he could only look up and watch the only thing he loved with all his heart burn down around him. The ashes falling like snow on his face. Can you imagine the heat? The resignation? The misery and the promise that if there’s ever a next time, he’ll do better, and if there isn’t then this shall be his final legacy and he’ll just have to accept that final truth before he dies. The self hatred washing over him and passing into quiet peace as he chooses to pass away together with it. Omens do not get reincarnated by the Erdtree. Loved and blessed by the crucible of life, they are not loved the same as all the rest of us. But that’s okay. For Morgott, that was okay. He would live nobly and die with honour in its service and that would be enough. He’d spend the last moments of his life bathed in the warm ashes of orange and grey, content that even if he never felt loved by anyone at all after being cursed and shunned all his life, he did his duty as best he could and finally repaid the debt he felt towards the tree that showed him the light for so many long, lonely years.

And then, then it makes me so fucking miserable because then a pair of gentle, scarred and terribly rough hands lift him up from the ground and cradle him with all the tenderness in the world. The roar of a lion salutes his passing, honouring him, mourning him. “It’s been a long time, Morgott.” No anger, no disappointment. Simply, sadness, that he could not see you sooner. Godfrey, his father, returned at last to hold him one final time as he passes away, the rune of death now unbound and finding its way to Morgott after all this time. His last memory would be of being held by his father, loved for all that he is in the ashes of all that he dedicated his life to. His body fades, his entire world upheaved one final time, and an easily missed detail in the cutscene is that Morgott’s body becomes a Grace that points towards you, the player, to guide his father to his next step along the path of Lordship. One final time, Godfrey is guided by the unyielding love he feels for one of his children. Fuck it makes me so miserable. How do write something so tragic and not spend more time with it? How do you leave that beauty hidden in the details like it’s not one of the greatest moments of the entire game? It’s so quiet it’s private, almost. Like we’re not supposed to see that side of either of them, being such an outsider. It’s sundering to think about. Annihilating. I love it with all my heart and I hope more people love Morgott too after reading this.

[soaps-mohawk]

Uhhhhh I'm gonna start takin bets on who 'mega is gonna warm up to first bc I can't decide (i think it's either gonna be Johnny or Simon)

Alsooo I get that Christine now is omega's care taker and it's kinda obvious considering how little amount of time has passed after the traumatic events, but I have a feeling like at some point the fact that she's there will allow 'mega to distance herself further from the rest of the pack and it will make the re-bonding process much more difficult.........

Don't mind me, I'm just rambling random thoughts

You know what, that's not a bad idea for a poll (and we know how much I love those)

Ramble away, I love it!!! I love seeing everyone's theories and ideas!! You'll get a partial answer come the next chapter, I'll say that much.

[psychotrenny]

For Sale: 6.7 Ton Mortar, Never Fired

[monowritestoomuch]

Am I The One To Blame?

This is Day 1 of my Hanukkah event (Mono’s Hanukkah Event!). I wanted to start out strong with a canon divergence!

For this, SugarBoo is female and slightly southern. Just a heads up. Angst hour guys. My inner voice was screaming at how absolutely fire these scenes were, even though they were sad asf. Be prepared to cry I guess. And I put this up super early? Why, you may ask? Because this is my self restraint as to not listen to EPIC: The Ithaca Saga right now.  (Spoiler alert: I listened to it, it was fire) Hope you all enjoy!

Fandom: Yuurivoice

Rating: Teen

Theme: Angst; What if SugarBoo didn’t go with Derek after Charlie got knocked out? What if she pulled out the gun?

Word Count: 1555

Tires screeched around the corner as Charlie swore to himself. The door to the car opened as Charlie tried to barter. “H-hey, I don’t want any trouble–” before being knocked out unconscious in a single punch and getting the wind kicked out of him.

You were kicked to your knees as a hand covered your eyes, so you couldn’t see what was going on, but you could hear it. 

The hand got taken off your eyes as someone started to speak, taking in a breath of air. “Well, hello there, sugar~” he greeted, his tone flirty, making your spine shiver. He took in another breath. “How ‘bout we go for a little trip?” he suggested, although it didn’t seem like a suggestion. “I’ve been dying to meet you,” he finished, his voice deep and eerie. 

That was Derek. That had to be Derek. 

“Well I haven’t been dying to meet you, Derek,” You spat, backing away from him. “And I’m not goin’ nowhere with you.”

“Ain’t that a shame,” Derek chuckled, hands in his jean pockets. “You think I’m given’ ya’ a choice, Sugar?”

“Life is full of choices,” You responded, eyes narrowed as you kept eye contact with the greasy man. “And as far as I’m concerned, I’m free to make ‘em.”

“You’re just full of surprises, ain’t ya’?” Derek chuckled again, sighing mockingly. “I should’ve expected that from someone who would date a colossal fuck-up like that boy,”

“What the fuck did you just call him?” You asked, your tone demanding and gruff. Anger seeped into your face, as you kept the man’s gaze. 

“You heard me,” Derek growled, a cocky grin split from his chapped lips. 

You seethed with anger as the words centered in your soul. Your body shook with not fear, but rage. Pure and unbridled, as it was, but it was rage.

“Their little innocent Sugar~” The pet name rolled off his tongue with eerie ease. “The one thing they didn’t want their filth to taint,” he taunted.

It was then you pulled out the gun, Alphonse’s gun. You’d been hiding it, packing it, only until you could get the chance to strike.

You pointed the gun head on at Derek, aiming for his chest, clicking off the safety. His eyes widened as he slicked back his greasy black hair. He laughed psychotically as your hands held the gun in his direction. 

“That’s your plan?!” he cried hysterically, whipping his head back in disbelief. “You’re going’ta shoot me?! You?!” He laughed again as your anger boiled. “You wanna’ know why those boys of yours like you?”

You stayed silent, glaring at the man who had once had the gall to be a father-figure for your Seth. 

“Because you ain’t part of their filth. You don’t got your hands dirty like them, and that’s why they love ya’,” he spat. “You’re not dirty, you’re their little innocent, who they leave in the dark about everythin’,” he taunted.

Your hands shook while your anger boiled into unbridled rage, your teeth gritted and scraping against each other. 

“They don’t trust you a damn dime enough to let you even give your opinion, wanting you to be their little doll, sittin’ still and lookin’ pretty for ‘em.” 

“Don’t you say another fuckin’ word you son’uva’bitch!” You shouted, uncaring if anyone else heard you at that moment anymore. You raised the gun to face his head. “I oughtta’ shoot your fuckin’ brains out, but it’s not like ya ever had any!” Your rage seethed out from your lips into the crisp December air. 

“Go ahead, shoot me then! But just know, Sugar,” Your hands shook violently as he spoke. “The only reason they keep you around–the only reason they’d ever keep you around, is because you are the only thing untainted by their pasts–and if you shoot me, they won’t give a damn bother about you for the rest of their damn’ days,” he hissed, grinning as he stared at your shaking hands that still held the gun. “And even now, you’re too much of a coward to take the damn sho–”

A bang resonated throughout the street and down the alleys. Derek fell backwards onto one knee, clutching his bleeding shoulder, the blood dripping onto asphalt. He looked up, locking eyes with you as his cocky smile disappeared. He ran his tongue over his teeth as you held the gun back up again to face him, walking closer to only be a few feet of distance from him. You raised the gun to where his head was, hands trembling. 

You were well aware that the boys would hear the shot, that it might’ve been damn loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear, but you didn’t give a damn anymore. 

“I could kill you,” You seethed through gritted teeth, holding the shaking gun in the direction of his temple. “I should kill you–I have every fucking right to kill you where you kneel. I should-I fucking should-I have every damn right in my mind to pull this fucking trigger–!” You said, trembling as you shouted the last words. Tears fell from your wrath-filled eyes. 

The front door to the apartment building practically slammed open, Alphonse and Seth rushing to the doorway and pausing abruptly in disbelief. You saw Jessie stop behind the boys, making eye contact with you, eyes widened, before her face split into one of shock. 

“Boo, what are you–” Alphonse’s quiet voice of disbelief rang throughout the alley, it was so loud that if you dropped a penny, it would be the loudest part of the alley. 

The gun shook in your hands as you held it in front of Derek, pointing at his head. Tears ran down your rage-filled face. Alphonse and Seth were still, faces filled with horror as your own heart practically cracked in two. But Miss Jessie? Jessie moved the boys out of her way and walked down the steps and over to you and Derek. 

She didn’t demand anything, didn’t scold you or yell. She simply took the gun from your shaking hands and pointed the gun at Derek’s head and pulled the trigger.

Derek fell forward, causing you to jump. Jessie dropped the gun and it thudded against the asphalt, wrapping you in a hug as the two of you sunk to the ground. You sobbed into her arms, your shaking body trembling against her. She craned your head behind her shoulder, rubbing your back in a comforting manner as she used her other hand in a motion to the boys, who walked down the steps towards the two of you.

Blood soaked your clothes as you sobbed. A hand on your shoulder made you flinch, but the hand was warm. Seth, your brain registered. A pair of arms wrapped around you, the pick and blue arms of the sweater warm against your skin that had been cool with the night air. Alphonse, my boyfriend, your brain registered.

Alphonse gingerly raised you to your feet, enveloping you in his arms. Seth went to your other side, putting a hand on your shoulder as Alphonse walked you to the apartment building steps. You saw in your peripheral as Miss Jessie put Charlie’s arm over her shoulder, hoisting him up. 

Your line of sight was drawn back to your frigid hands. Red coated your hands. Blood. Hands scraped and dry, blood seeping through the crevices and down the palms. Red. All you could see was red. 

Your ears rang as tears fell from your bloodshot eyes, your trembling body feeling as if it was to collapse at any moment. 

Up the steps you went, through the hallway and up to the empty apartment. Seth and Alphonse gingerly placed you on the old couch, your body flinching as you were sat. 

Alphonse said something to Seth, but it all just sounded underwater to you. Seth left the room briefly, returning with a bowl of water and a washcloth only a minute later. Alphonse took the washcloth and dipped it in the bowl, bringing the washcloth to your hands and wiping them of the blood. 

But you knew yourself, you knew that the blood was on your hands. A man was dead because of you. No matter if the blood was washed off, you could feel it in your hands, in your soul. You’ve taken a life, and what becomes of you? Are you punished for the murder? No, you are cared for. 

You stared blankly as Seth left the room again, returning with a pair of large basketball shorts and a t-shirt. But you could hardly care what they did at that moment. You had shot a man. You pulled the trigger. And after you’d done that? You held the gun near his temple, to shoot him in the head, hoping in the moment that blood would pour from his head for all the people he hurt. For the people he hurt that you loved. 

You felt as you were moved around and dressed. You felt nothing but inescapable numbness. Not even when Alphonse hugged you tightly and Seth placed a blanket over your shoulders. 

It was all over, Derek was dead. 

You should’ve been happy. You were all free. 

But you’d done the deed. You’d killed him.

And you would never get the blood off of your hands.

[jeredu]

I think Haurchefant and Solaire would get along like a house on fire.

Prepare to Cry, either way :)

I also posted this on Twitter/X if you prefer to follow me there! I'm not very active on tumblr these days.

[getfuckedblr]

fic: blackpool by TheDivineComedian

ok so like i tried a bradel bind on accident. i was trying to use laminated paper to make a case and couldn’t get the spine right so i just slashed right through the middle after glueing the paper to the boards, so this isn’t the most stable connection from the spine to the boards :( but i think it’s a pretty good first attempt:)))

and then omg my sister is home on break🥺💓 and she’s a production major so she can like take real photos!! which is what ur seeing here LMAO bc i have many talents, but photography is sadly not one of them:(

and i am also trying out a new printer so there’s a fuck ton of misprints as the background.

so yeah! this fic is such a creepy crawly little ghost story that has absolutely no right being so emotionally devastating! i don’t normally take tiktok recs but this creator convinced me like 3 years ago, and it’s been sitting in my fic drive for like a year just waiting for me to finish it. and finish it i have!!!

bound in laminated paper, with gold htv words. the spine is bookcloth (i also don’t think the spine color looks great with my covers but not mad enough to trash it either). no bookmark on this one bc i got lazy😔

if i had set out to do a bradel bind instead of accidentally stumbling into it, i would have glued the spine to the covers, then folded the cover over the connection. but alas, i will keep it in mind for next time instead:)

(((i’m so sorry my sister took marvelous photos but also completely disregarded the things i asked her to shoot lmao. love her but she missed all of the htv details so plz check out my shittier photos below for those deets🥲)))

[sunny-and-vicious]

Holly smokes, new episodes of secret life are on fire

Fandome is screaming about the "broke of canary curse", but how about a different perspective on that event? Strup yourself in and get ready to cry

So, what if Jimmy couldn't break the chain completely, so canary just dragged others alone with it. To the depths of the darkest mines.

At first, he stubbed the butterfly (Lizzie). Then, the bird attended his own funeral to mess up the watchers perception. Like he is already dead. And right before the varden/wither has been unlished, our little canary has gotten a task to push somebody into lava. Where can we find lava? Mainly underground. But Jimmy found a loophole, and that angered the watchers. Bird-boy was trying to escape the narrative, so narrative came straight to him. The underground creature was unlished to hunt down the one, who suppose to be out first.

It was only session 5, but the balance was shifted, so the world went in flames. 2 unfortunate souls were slain in this event, and even more have lost their green life. And it's all because one little bird wanted to survive so desperately.

It's also poetic, that Mumbo went right after Jimmy, again. And the fact that Grian was the one with a wither task.

Hehe. Spooky. And the only way we could know the answer is if there would be a new life series.

But that's just a theory. A game theory

Also, congrats, Jimmy, on not being first, we are so proud. My condolences to Mumbo and Lizzy. It is so sad that they were out so soon. And 'good job' to all the other hermits for staying alive and not even dropping straight down to red.

[callmeschmoodey]

"Truth Virus" AT Comic WARNING!! SPOILERS FOR E6!! Full comic under the cut!

i loved how i drew some of these panels OUUGHGH also feel free to listen to my ramble.

So this idea came to my mind while I was waking up this morning. I've seen a couple "Truth Virus" tropes in some other fandoms, and I'm not sure that this has been done yet. But it's being done now !! Basically, N got the Truth Virus by some means of ✨cartoon logic✨. If you're wondering what it is, it's a system virus that forces someone to be upfront and truthful with their pure intent and emotions, breaking the barrier of hiding them. This AT takes place after Ep. 6, and N's going through a HELL of a lot, as you could imagine! I wanted him to FINALLY come through with his emotions, since he pushes them down so much. Poor baby. 🥹 Also, Schmoode pixel art era!

[machetegirl109]

HI PEOPLES! gonna be posting this incredible, soul shattering n heart dropping ellie oneshot ib 505 by arctic monkeys later tonight. if u want to feel a lil angsty make sure to stick around❣️

update: just posted! click here to read it

literally only wrote this coz of this meme pic i saw on pinterest 🤷🏻‍♀️

[wordslikesilver]

There’s a scene I think about when I want to start just screaming, crying and bawling my eyes out. I think about Maliketh howling outside his temple in the rain. I think about his last words after he’s brought the final piece of Deathroot.

“Marika… Is this what it is to sin? Will things never be the same?”

I could write ten thousand words on this quote and it will probably keep coming up on my blog because think about what he’s feeling. He did his task as best he could. Why does it still ache in his body? Why is destined death a mere shadow of its former self? He put it all back together, why isn’t it the way it was? Is this what it is to sin? Is this the TRUE nature of sin? To change and never be able to go back to the way things were? Maliketh’s life feels like such a long endless cycle of tragedy and failings one after another from a beast who simply wanted to do his very best for the people he loves. Again and again he laboured and loyally sacrificed EVERYTHING that he is for Marika, for the Greater Will, for the dejected who dwell outside his temple still and guard his life for the service he showed them.

And yet he still sinned, and he was set up to sin and he KNOWS he was set up to sin and still, he howls and yearns, why wasn’t he enough? The pain inside him is so bottomless. He’s responsible for it all. The death of Godwyn. The theft of Destined Death. Marika, doing what she did. If only he’d been more. If only his loyalty and his entire life in service to her were enough. And maybe, if he collects it once again, if he protects it the way he was SUPPOSED to the first time, it can all go back to the way it was before. But it can’t. It will never be the same. That is what it means to sin. Marika needs him one final time to collect Destined Death, as much as he can, even if it’ll only be a fleeting shadow of its former glory, so that we might wield it ourselves. Why covet Destined Death? To kill what? Hewg says it best, truly. To kill a god. He collects it piece by piece, EATING it, as punishment and penance for his failure. It rots him from the inside out. He feels this hunger, this never ending cursed hunger to reunite Destined Death and this time he’ll protect it with his own god damn body if that’s what it takes. The agony of his sin will never fade. The appetite, the hunger, will never subside. Things will never go back the way they were.

But WHY, WHY couldn’t Maliketh be trusted the way Godfrey was by Marika? Why couldn’t Blaidd be trusted? It HURTS and it makes me weep so hard for them both. In dark souls 3, slave knight Gael did what he did KNOWING he had to die for his plan to work. He entrusted everything to us, to kill him once he’s gone hollow and deliver the Dark Soul of Man to His Lady. Maliketh has no such choice. He’s gone mad, just as Blaidd goes mad, hanging on by a THREAD, a singular purpose that directs him always. Collect and safeguard Destined Death. And this madness makes him too dangerous now. Marika knows he’s suffering. She can’t do anything about it. Maliketh knows that she arranged for Death to be stolen, but the greater will has triggered his madness as punishment for Marika’s betrayal. He can’t know that she intends to kill a god. This is the kindest thing she can do for him. One last time, take up your blade for me, O Shadow of the Eternal. As he dies, he dies believing he’s failed Marika one last time. A truly miserable end. And yet, he played his part perfectly and succeeded in the task he holds above all others. Live and die in service to Queen Marika the Eternal.

I want to hold him with all the tenderness in the world as he passes away, comforting him and telling him that Marika sent me, that he did his duty and made her proud. That he’s forgiven. That I will never forget his sacrifice. I love Maliketh with all my heart and truly, he deserved a happier end.

[vlance]

Y’all are gonna hate me

[lastofthemessengers]

https://youtu.be/cbWXHMVWYkQ?si=piEkti7c47GiNbBd

[blicketdabest33]

Just your friendly neighborhood reminder that in two days it will officially have been a year since Technoblade died

[pestisly]

@black-eyed-seas

Confession: I have a friend who likes to text me at like 4am when he’s had nightmares or he can’t sleep or he just needs a friend. He thinks I’m always awake at 4am but really I go to bed around 12am and I change his text-tone to the loudest one I have just so it wakes me up when he needs me.

[kitschun]

Sneak peek on a Twilight!Au Younghoon draft I’m editing right now

This one is for @momhwa-agenda 💌

Had this one in the drafts for so long but I kinda lost interest and time to work on it, but we’re back and better than ever after my Olympic Peninsula road trip

[k1rbyl0v3r]

added some more silly things to my whiteboard

yippieeeeeee