Sep 20, 2025
Anyone else suffering crippling loneliness tonight?
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Anyone else suffering crippling loneliness tonight?
DS9 is my favorite soap opera
Hey yo FuGio nation. consider:
Post-VA/PHF where Fugo talks to Giorno and asks him if he would be able of replacing a person’s heart. Giorno says yes, technically. And asks why he wants to know. Fugo then asks him for a different heart, since the one he has won’t stop aching over Bucciarati/Narancia/Abbacchio.
Fresca: It’s gonna be okay, somehow.
Siren: I... I know.
ten-year-old me never met an adjective or an adverb she didn't like
Part 6 - My Arthur
Previous -> Masterlist -> Next
Isaac yelled out when Nasira, if that even was her name, had been taken away for more questioning. She wasn’t in a state to answer questions. Her head hung low as she whimpered and cried, nothing like the strong, angry threat she was when she came in.
That left him and Arthur in the room with her, this maniac who decided to take up that other man’s place. Who decided it was now her job to torture Max.
That poor kid. Isaac hoped that they could find him before it was too late. Max still hadn’t become an adult, after all these years of being experimented on, then escaping. Only to be brought back to the place of his nightmares.
It didn’t matter to them that he was a child. In fact, it probably excited those freaks more to be able to test on him.
Isaac seethed; it wasn’t just Max either. Arthur had walked straight back into the hands of those he feared most for his son. And now they were getting ready to experiment on him again too.
He lets out an audible growl that Arthur turns too. His eyes widen at the fear in Arthur’s eyes. Obviously, he hadn’t been paying attention to what the mad scientist had been saying.
He gets the gist of it when guards come over and put a blindfold over his shaking head. He fights the hands that unchain then manhandle him into the centre of the room.
He gets forced to his knees; he has no idea who he’s turned to, but he yells all the same.
“You keep trying to break him, but it won’t work – ”
He’s cut off by a punch to his abdomen, he bowls over and coughs.
“Isaac, please! Don’t make it worse!” he hears the tears in Arthur’s voice.
“Hey, Arthur, it’s okay – ” his head snaps to the side after a punch across his face.
“You can stop this, Arthur Reyes.” The low but feminine voice of the scientist starts. “Don’t you feel obliged to. Seeing as this is all your fault.”
“No- ” Isaac gets a punch to his jaw, knocking him off balance.
“Leave him alone!” Arthur screams.
“Don’t you wish you hadn’t bothered him with your problems. Hadn’t started that silly agency with him. Hadn’t ever met? Then he wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t be hurt, he would be safer without you. Don’t you agree?”
Before Isaac can interrupt her, a guard pulls him up by his hair before slamming the butt of a gun into his temple. He groans, disorientated by the hit and the blindfold.
“No!” Arthur yells out, “I’m the one you want! This is my fault, leave him alone!”
He gets a laugh in response, “Of course it is your fault. You should have kept him away. You should have known, this team you put together would be nothing more than pieces for us to use to break you, once we got our hands on you again.
“No...”
“Did you honestly think you wouldn’t be back here? Did you actually think that there was something left of Arthur Reyes? You are a subject and you always will be. All you did with all these years of “freedom” was collect some new subjects for us to toy with.”
“No!”
“So why don’t you tell me where the third mutant of your collection is? You already doomed them the moment you met. Just like your dear boyfriend.”
Arthur’s eyes widen and tears spill. “Isaac, I’m sorry. I’m sorry we- ”
“Arthur if you finish that fucking sentence, I’ll punch you in the face.”
Arthur stops, stunned by the rage in Isaac's voice. The man, despite his position, had his back straight as he spoke through gritted teeth.
“I mourned for you for three years. Every single day of that I wondered if it was worth living without you. You coming back into my life saved me. And we found our family and got together and you’re going to tell me you regret all of that?"
“Isaac I- ”
“Say it all wasn’t worth it. Go on.”
“I-It, it was worth it. I’m sorry, I love you. It was worth it.”
Isaac smiles before he turns to where he heard the scientist’s voice.
“’He bothered me with his problems?’ I did nothing for him for three years while you freaks had your hands on him. I’d take all his pain now if I could. You don’t know shit about him. My Arthur doesn’t break. And you don’t know shit about me either if you think I’d want to be anywhere else other than by his side.”
He laughs into the emptiness. “So go fucking ahead. Punch me. You ain’t getting shit from it.”
There’s another punch to his jaw, the blackness seemed different as he passed out.
I’ve come back from the void bearing a singular, five hundred word essay-thing that‘s literally just me musing about FNAF’s tragic story and eventually spiraling downwards into some heavy narrative type shit :)
TW for blood and child death and just overall disturbing and depressing content. Honestly, it turned out to be darker than I thought it was, so…
Oops.
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acoc au where everything is the same, except queen caramelinda is moira rose from schitts creek