Hey! Could you write romantic hcs for Barb? Female reader if you don’t mind!
🎸 BARB X FEMALE! READER! HEADCANONS! 🎸
If you are a rock troll -> Other than trying to unite the world under one music she definitely did it to impress you. Constantly hovering around you and asking for your ideas while you practicing for the big night when the rock trolls come back victorious from their world tour.
If you are a pop troll -> Took awhile for her to realise her the feelings that you made her feel wasn’t anger or resentment and it was actually her forming a crush on you. Beating herself up about liking the enemy until she finally gives in and accepts her feelings confessing to you.
Introduces you to everyone she meets. “This is my girlfriend dont fuck with her or else.”
She takes you out on fancy dates in symphonyville but doesn’t dress for the part. Usually just cleaning up her makeup and hair and shes ready to go. You have to force her into a dress/suit for those special occasions.
She tried to do that and ended up being lectured by you for ages as you picked out an appropriate outfit almost missing your booking.
She has threatened alot of people about being careful with you whither your watching or not. She just wants to make sure her pipsqueak girlfriend is safe! can you blame her?
she usually calls you babe, bae, love ect! mainly love she barely calls you by your actual name so when she does you know you fucked up. To tease you she calls you her rock zombie.
She’s your biggest fan. Loves watching you preform throwing her hands in the air whenever your part comes on.
Barb is really overprotective and since she is a queen she can make anything borthering you go away with a snap of her fingers.
She’s a sleep cuddler and she’s embarrassed about it. At night you will goto bed on each of your guys side of the bed and wake up with her arms wrapped around you or her arms tangled with yours. Feeling her chest rising and falling as she silently snores away with you in her arms.
[Kind suggestive] Barb definitely gets jealous alot pulling you away from any troll who she deems to be getting alittle too friendly with you. Or when she feels feisty she will strut up to you snake her arm around your waist and pull you into an overly dramatic kiss. Giving the troll a smug look as you melt making sure to make a sicking pop while releasing you before walking off like nothing happened.
Loves when you dress up watching as you give little fashion shows with the new outfit you just got her eyes never leaving you with a dopey smile on her face as you explain every outfit in detail to her.
Sometimes does it to you too though she’s usually wearing the same outfit all the time so it’s usually new accessories she made/bought showing off how ROCK it is to you.
LITERALLY HEAD OVER HEELS IF HER DAD APPROVES OF YOU! He is her idol so her idol loving her girlfriend boosts her ego so much and shes showing you off 24/7.
She’s definitely a flirt [only with you ofc] and loves seeing you flustered she knows she can get you blushing with a few touches and words.
If you aren’t a rock troll, you dressing up as a rock troll makes her go crazy. Seeing you in fishnets, spikey jewelry, messy hair and black eyeshadow/makeup makes her so flustered. Practically ready to pounce on you at any moment.
Shes not scared of alittle PDA but she gets so embarrassed whenever you try act lovey dovey in public like she’s okay with sticking her tongue in your mouth to assert dominance with others.
creative touch - you are a gem. you pride yourself on creating and sometimes you feel it defining your personality. sometimes you can be a bit scattered and messy, but it just helps your brain think that way. you have your own aesthetic and you know its incredibly cool. you are most in your element when you are doing what you love. sometimes the process is SO frustrating but the proudness of a finished product is what keeps you going. you often compare yourself to others and are the harshest critic of your own work. you are immensely talented and you are inspire others. keep doing what you are doing, love.
(I still have no icons for him, I’m so sorry 😪)
Gareth
creative touch - you are a gem. you pride yourself on creating and sometimes you feel it defining your personality. sometimes you can be a bit scattered and messy, but it just helps your brain think that way. you have your own aesthetic and you know its incredibly cool. you are most in your element when you are doing what you love. sometimes the process is SO frustrating but the proudness of a finished product is what keeps you going. you often compare yourself to others and are the harshest critic of your own work. you are immensely talented and you are inspire others. keep doing what you are doing, love.
Kent
lingering touch - you are home. you are the feeling of lasting peacefulness. it resonates in your bones and stabilizes your surroundings. you like routine and the familiarity of things. it brings you satisfaction to have a grounded life. you want to build something you're proud of and share the benefits with your loved ones. you are the glue of your friends and family and essential to the functioning of the group. others admire your responsibility and how they can rely on you for anything. you are amazing.
Possum
lingering touch - you are home. you are the feeling of lasting peacefulness. it resonates in your bones and stabilizes your surroundings. you like routine and the familiarity of things. it brings you satisfaction to have a grounded life. you want to build something you're proud of and share the benefits with your loved ones. you are the glue of your friends and family and essential to the functioning of the group. others admire your responsibility and how they can rely on you for anything. you are amazing.
Robin
stimulating touch - you are an intense feeling that energizes others. you feel it throughout your body, oozing out of your fingertips. you're the bustling subway stations, the final goal that wins the game, and the tilting point of going down a rollercoaster. you're keep the group on their toes and always suggest new and exciting things to do. everyone loves the energy you bring and your eyes that seem to light up and brighten the room. you hate doing the same things everyday and completing monotonous chores. keeping moving and active is how you feel alive. after all, what's the point of living life if you cant enjoy it to its fullest?
Rosemary
warm touch - you are the embodiment of a cozy blanket and warm sunshine on a cool day. you give the best hugs, they are truly powerful. you embrace others with your big heart and feel everything to the max. you have a gift for uplifting others and raising the mood of whatever situation you are in. you can easily read the room and give your attention to who needs it the most. you are a joy to be around. others feel at home around you, which leads to lasting meaningful relationships. sometimes, though, you neglect yourself by putting others first. you feel that you will not be loved if you don't care for others. it can be hard to constantly put up a happy facade, i know. but remember, you are worthy of love.
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warm burnt orange - Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.
(I still have no icons for him, I’m so sorry 😪)
Gareth
dark stormy blue - Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.
Kent
warm burnt orange - Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.
Possum
warm burnt orange - Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.
Robin
cold stark gold - Fireworks, borrowed lighters and sparklers against a dark backdrop, yours is a love that burns stark and bright. It's scary though, like things that burn always tend to be, but for you it isn't the thrill of the open flames that gives pause and a slight stomach drop of terror, but rather the time when the flames go out, the sparkler ends and the night is cold and dark once again. Fireworks, borrowed lighters, a striken match, your love burns bright and fast and then maybe it passes, maybe the feeling dies out and you're left in the cold once again. And that's the feeling isn't it? Of being bored and waiting for someone to light you up again? To be fair, you do know you don't need it, but then again we don't often crave the things we need. And you crave and yearn and burn in the wait, restless in the knowledge that at some point someone will pass and rub you the right way, that some day you'll light up the night sky bright yet again. There's comfort in the darkness and solace in the predictable loneliness of the in between, but your heart still squirms inside you, waiting and willing and begging to burn up again. Your love might not be comfort, it's not one for the sick days, but then again, there's a reason why everyone waits for the shining lights in the sky during holidays.
Rosemary
soft fresh green - Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.
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slow dancing in the kitchen - feeling your loved one's form pressed against your own... the soft melody of a song that will always remind you of this moment... the tender forehead kisses... you are a hopeless romantic who yearns to meet that someone you will be able to spend the rest of your life with. you want a deep and settled love, something that makes you feel stable and comfortable. you want someone who will hold you at night, and kiss you every morning. you want someone who will always stand by you until the end. please try to remember that any failed romance was not a waste of time; it was an opportunity to grow and understand yourself. your perfect person will find you, and you are a complete person until then.
(I still have no icons for him, I’m so sorry 😪)
Gareth
brushing loose hair behind your lover's ear - the gentle tenderness and care... deep yearning from the barest brush of skin... wanting to ask for more but being unsure... you spend a lot of time worrying about whether or not you will find love, and sometimes aren’t even sure if romance is something worth pursuing. you have spent so long being on your own, you simply struggle to picture yourself beside another person. perhaps you even secretly worry that you are too much for another person. it it important to not think of yourself as someone unlovable, as you are just as deserving of romance as any. however, it is also important to not place your value on relationships; you are a complete person on your own.
Kent
brushing loose hair behind your lover's ear - the gentle tenderness and care... deep yearning from the barest brush of skin... wanting to ask for more but being unsure... you spend a lot of time worrying about whether or not you will find love, and sometimes aren’t even sure if romance is something worth pursuing. you have spent so long being on your own, you simply struggle to picture yourself beside another person. perhaps you even secretly worry that you are too much for another person. it it important to not think of yourself as someone unlovable, as you are just as deserving of romance as any. however, it is also important to not place your value on relationships; you are a complete person on your own.
Possum
slow dancing in the kitchen - feeling your loved one's form pressed against your own... the soft melody of a song that will always remind you of this moment... the tender forehead kisses... you are a hopeless romantic who yearns to meet that someone you will be able to spend the rest of your life with. you want a deep and settled love, something that makes you feel stable and comfortable. you want someone who will hold you at night, and kiss you every morning. you want someone who will always stand by you until the end. please try to remember that any failed romance was not a waste of time; it was an opportunity to grow and understand yourself. your perfect person will find you, and you are a complete person until then.
Robin
cooking together - the tender domestic intimacy... making something that you can share and enjoy together... getting to feed each other at the end... you want a love that is effortless and lasting, one where you are best friends as well as romantic partners. you want someone that understands how you feel before you even say anything. you want someone who can make you believe in soulmates, and where every kiss feels like coming home. sometimes you worry that effortlessness will turn into boredom, and that your romance lacks the passion you often see in others. let this fear go; your devotion is passion, and anyone who appreciates you properly will feel the fire in your connection.
Rosemary
holding hands - the gentle physical affection... getting to subtly show your love to the world... feeling that new puppy love no matter how long you've been together... you want a love that is sweet and gentle, where every date you go on feels like your first. you want to be showered in romantic gestures, to be praised and adored, for every moment to be worthy of saving in your internal scrapbook. you want every kiss to be a memory. although an admirable goal, it is important to keep in mind that love is not always easy, and occasionally requires some effort. although you should never endure abuse or neglect, it is normal for relationships to have bumps in the road; do not treat these bumps like mountains.
Peace or war? sun or stars? flowers or trees? crescent moon or full moon? streets or skyscrapers? rooftops or balconies? ink or glitter? life or death? order or chaos? candle or bonfire? ocean or sky? leather or silk? sweet or sour? overstimulation or under stimulation? book or letter? soft or coarse? fight or flight? spoken or written? silver or gold? playing cards or tarot cards? circles or angles? cramped or vast? checkers or chess?
(I still have no icons for him, I’m so sorry 😪)
Gareth
Peace or war? sun or stars? flowers or trees? crescent moon or full moon? streets or skyscrapers? rooftops or balconies? ink or glitter? life or death? order or chaos? candle or bonfire? ocean or sky? leather or silk? sweet or sour? overstimulation or under stimulation? book or letter? soft or coarse? fight or flight? spoken or written? silver or gold? playing cards or tarot cards? circles or angles? cramped or vast? checkers or chess?
Kent
Peace or war? sun or stars? flowers or trees? crescent moon or full moon? streets or skyscrapers? rooftops or balconies? ink or glitter? life or death? order or chaos? candle or bonfire? ocean or sky? leather or silk? sweet or sour? overstimulation or under stimulation? book or letter? soft or coarse? fight or flight? spoken or written? silver or gold? playing cards or tarot cards? circles or angles? cramped or vast? checkers or chess?
Possum
Peace or war? sun or stars? flowers or trees? crescent moon or full moon? streets or skyscrapers? rooftops or balconies? ink or glitter? life or death? order or chaos? candle or bonfire? ocean or sky? leather or silk? sweet or sour? overstimulation or under stimulation? book or letter? soft or coarse? fight or flight? spoken or written? silver or gold? playing cards or tarot cards? circles or angles? cramped or vast? checkers or chess?
Robin
Peace or war? sun or stars? flowers or trees? crescent moon or full moon? streets or skyscrapers? rooftops or balconies? ink or glitter? life or death? order or chaos? candle or bonfire? ocean or sky? leather or silk? sweet or sour? overstimulation or under stimulation? book or letter? soft or coarse? fight or flight? spoken or written? silver or gold? playing cards or tarot cards? circles or angles? cramped or vast? checkers or chess?
Rosemary
Peace or war? sun or stars? flowers or trees? crescent moon or full moon? streets or skyscrapers? rooftops or balconies? ink or glitter? life or death? order or chaos? candle or bonfire? ocean or sky? leather or silk? sweet or sour? overstimulation or under stimulation? book or letter? soft or coarse? fight or flight? spoken or written? silver or gold? playing cards or tarot cards? circles or angles? cramped or vast? checkers or chess?
foggy - you've never felt as alone as you do now, but maybe you've always felt like this. it doesn't matter if you're with a group or by yourself, the loneliness stays with you always, it's seeped into your bones. or has it? are you as alone as you think or are you clinging on to this pit inside you like it has the answers? it doesn't, know that. it's okay to feel joy again, it's okay to feel okay.
(I still have no icons for him, I’m so sorry 😪)
Gareth
storm - anger is a double-edged sword you know. be careful or you'll cut yourself and everyone you love on it; or have you already? it's okay to be soft, it's not weak to let others see you as you are. you don't have to be strong anymore, let go. you'll never move on from what hurts you until you stop hiding from yourself. you are not who they said you are.
Kent
sunshine - you try to see the best in everything but it's getting too hard. you love too hard, don't you? you're not sure what the future holds for you so you busy yourself with everything available to you. burnout is better than being alone with your thoughts. remember that your friends care about you just as much as you do them. you're not alone in this world, it's okay to stop and breathe.
Possum
snow - you're either numb inside or you feel everything. you want to feel like a kid again rolling in the snow with your friend, but you've grown up. living in the past will do you no good anymore, remember that version of you and strive to make them proud, you're not them anymore though, move on. make new memories
Robin
snow - you're either numb inside or you feel everything. you want to feel like a kid again rolling in the snow with your friend, but you've grown up. living in the past will do you no good anymore, remember that version of you and strive to make them proud, you're not them anymore though, move on. make new memories
Rosemary
foggy - you've never felt as alone as you do now, but maybe you've always felt like this. it doesn't matter if you're with a group or by yourself, the loneliness stays with you always, it's seeped into your bones. or has it? are you as alone as you think or are you clinging on to this pit inside you like it has the answers? it doesn't, know that. it's okay to feel joy again, it's okay to feel okay.
Brain - To say you have a tendency to overthink things would be an understatement of the century. It’s the only way you can function. Spending more time with your thoughts than others because they simply don’t understand. How can you make them understand? The answer is, you can’t. Some people are beyond logic and reason, but that doesn’t mean they are lost. You are the one who is more lost than they ever are, hemming and hawing over all the choices that you don’t need to. To tell you to ignore it though and to trust your instinct would be nothing short of a waste. Stay with your thoughts, but it will not give you peace of mind.
Chrissy
Eyes - You see everything, and understand what must be done in order to forgo suffering, noticing the silence of others and people thought to be insignificant in the grander schemes. Nothing can escape your watchful eye. A powerful thing to be indeed, but omniscient does not mean omnipotent. Cassandra too saw a bloody future that her people refused to acknowledge, saw the red string of fate that tied her painful future with her inevitable death, but lacked the power to stop the burning fires of Troy. You are burdened with a great gift. Do not avert your gaze, do not look back, do not close your eyes. See it all, be the witness. Even if that’s all you can do.
(I still have no icons for him, I’m so sorry 😪)
Gareth
Teeth - To tear, to rip, to eat, to devour. You’ve only barked and attacked your whole life, bitten and torn at the hands that approached you, unable to tell if they were going to feed you or hurt you. Not uncommon for someone who has endured what you have. Sometimes they can turn in on yourself, biting and tearing flesh at every crevice of your being until you can find what’s underneath, to truly know who you are. But you won’t. Teeth always rot and fall out, and when that day comes, you will be weak and defenceless, muzzled and useless. So while you can, look to the cameras and give us a big smile.
Kent
Brain - To say you have a tendency to overthink things would be an understatement of the century. It’s the only way you can function. Spending more time with your thoughts than others because they simply don’t understand. How can you make them understand? The answer is, you can’t. Some people are beyond logic and reason, but that doesn’t mean they are lost. You are the one who is more lost than they ever are, hemming and hawing over all the choices that you don’t need to. To tell you to ignore it though and to trust your instinct would be nothing short of a waste. Stay with your thoughts, but it will not give you peace of mind.
Robin
Lungs - Breathe in. The ability to breathe is almost completely reflexive, and like most things, it comes to you naturally, with little effort or meaning. Many of the diseases that affect the lungs are hereditary, is there some unknown family trauma there? Something someone wasn’t telling you? If we only inhale, we die. If we only exhale, we die. We need both. You have mastered that tactful dance, at least, until something unexpected comes knocking. Something that steals your breath away, that pries your oh so precious air from your lungs and leaves you cold, winded and alone. A collapsed lung cannot kill you, but it aches more than broken bone, it’s sticky and bloody and cloying. You can recover though. You always have. Breathe out.
Rosemary
Heart - A heart in a cynical sense feels nothing, it simply carries through all the blood, all the oxygen, all the components the other parts that do feel need. An ugly organ, misshapen and strange when held in the palm of your hand. Yet, it is the centre of your being. It is the core. Even when you try to act unaffected, it is your heart that gives you away, skipping a beat, fluttering in excitement, halting dead in terror. You have so much of it to give, you just haven’t learned to discern who is and isn’t worthy of it yet. Hold onto it. Do not whittle it down, carve names into the flesh that you cannot erase. Remain patient, remain astute, and remain loving.
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you killed the hero, and you regret it - the sun was in your eyes. you lost sight of where you were going. you never expected to get this far, let alone succeed. this was supposed to change things for you, but now you've got this ache in your throat that makes you think that maybe you were wrong. you're still sitting here three hours later with the body of your hero in your arms, and all you can think is /what have i done/.
(I still have no icons for him, I’m so sorry 😪)
Gareth
you succeeded with your plan, and you can see it playing out as you succumb to your injuries - glorious, glorious, you think. you don't feel the pain anymore, you just see the blood seeping through your fingertips. you are a martyr for your cause, you think. you have won, you think. the world around you bows to your glory, and you cry. and you die.
Kent
you were killed by the hero, and they regret it - it was raining, and maybe they couldn't see properly. everything was mixed together like mud and clay, and they just kept digging digging digging. they didn't mean to go this far! they thought they could change your mind! and now you're lying on the cold, wet ground, your blood mixing with the rain, and your hero holds onto your face and screams at you to get up.
Possum
you decide to join the hero - fire surrounds you-- taller than the highest peaks of the jagged cliffs. you're on your knees, there are tear tracks down the grime on your face. you're not above pleading. you have to fix this-- you have to stop. you clutch at the hero's cape and beg them to save everything. you beg them to let you try to save everything too.
Robin
you were killed by the hero, and they regret it - it was raining, and maybe they couldn't see properly. everything was mixed together like mud and clay, and they just kept digging digging digging. they didn't mean to go this far! they thought they could change your mind! and now you're lying on the cold, wet ground, your blood mixing with the rain, and your hero holds onto your face and screams at you to get up.
Rosemary
you decide to join the hero - fire surrounds you-- taller than the highest peaks of the jagged cliffs. you're on your knees, there are tear tracks down the grime on your face. you're not above pleading. you have to fix this-- you have to stop. you clutch at the hero's cape and beg them to save everything. you beg them to let you try to save everything too.
