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the most devastating trope in my opinion is when characters spend the whole story haunted by a ghost or entity only to realize at the end that it was themselves the whole time
did you know that the last name Cooper comes from the role on a ship for someone who took care of barrels?? like their whole jobs was making sure all the barrels on a ship were good enough and dismantling barrels if they got in the way and then remaking them as soon as these fucking barrels were needed! imagine being the descendant of a barrel man for fuck sake hahejenjdbf
Love’s A Funny Thing!
I was born…
In a messed up world,
When I was four my parents basically forgot about me.
When they finally noticed me again…
They sent me away, to Ms. Indie’s, for the summer.
Betrayal?
It really felt like it.
My dads said ‘It’s too dangerous to stay home this summer!’
Wha’d I know? I was Four, I didn’t understand.
I felt like I did somethin’ Wrong...
But... It wasn’t so bad.
My first day there we ‘ad my Fifth Birthday Party,
We also celebrated another boy’s B-Day, Lotus.
He turned Three the week before,
But ‘is Dads were too busy to through ‘im a party.
I thought he was weird,
He’d follow me, everywhere, for the first week!
A few days later, I woke on the couch...
Only to find ‘im sleeping on me!
I wanted to yell, scream an’ push ‘im off me,
But...
Somethin’ tol’ me to go back to sleep,
I did.
Somethin’ tol’ me to give ‘im a chance,
I did.
At the end of the second week i was always playing with him,
I tried not to be rough with ‘im like I was wit’ the others I grew up with,
He didn’t seem weird now, just lonely...
A few days into the third week I heard ‘im speak for the first time,
That day, I vowed to always have his back an’ stick close to ‘im!
Now, at 13 an’ ‘im at 11 we are an inseparable team,
He’s an angel to me...
My angel!
We have a closer bond with each other an’ our dads,
We still go to Ms. Indie’s every weekend, or when there’s no school,
He’s my best friend,
The love of my life,
My first kiss,
My first an’ only love!
My missing puzzle piece,
My Brave an’ outgoing polar opposite,
My perfect match.
I can’t imagine what my life’d be like without ‘im,
He’s dragged me into so many adventures I’ve grown to love.
Adventures I now search for,
I’ve experienced more then I would have without you...
My sweet, funny, charming an’ lovable Lotus!
We’ve helped each other grow so much stronger,
He’s my Light,
My Love,
What’s most important to me in life!
Now, I know...
I was born....
To be with him at his side.
We are together,
We’re never alone!
Cooper
Son of Beryl & Ash/Cinder
Pronouns: He/Him
Birth Day: September 4
Age: 12 - 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Status: In a Relationship
Side Facts:
- He has Central Heterochromia:
- Default: Green with Red Center
- Magic Active (Suppressed): Red with Gold Center
- Magic Active (UnSuppressed/Feral): Gold with Dark Gray Center
- Can summon a variety of Magic Attacks to battle/train with. Each having various side effects
- Is in a cannon ship with Lotus
- Is one of my 5 favorite ship-kids so far.
Gags & Mischief
Autumn leaves drift slowly down the hill,
Old trees shade the creaky porch,
Tall green & gold grass sways in the dawn breeze,
Cinnamon sprinkled apple crisps cool on the Espresso table,
The young green eyed skeleton sat by the window,
A mustard sticker being taped onto a bottle
Hot sauce, mayo & orange soda mixed thoroughly inside,
His friend watched with mild confusion,
But went along to see the chaotic result,
Warm wind blew in from the open window,
A soft aroma of the ocean filling the room.
New Characters:
- Cerulean (SpiritSwap)
- Mauve (Current Residence: ForgottenTale) - Lost-Lust (Geno!M.T. + UnderLust)
- Lotus (Son Of Mauve & Cerulean)
- Beryl (M!T Scientist Sans - A.K.A. Sci)
- Cooper (Son of Ash -M!F Sans- & Beryl)
OTHER:
- Cerulean & Mauve are a Cannon Ship for G&G
- Beryl & Ash Are a Cannon Ship Too!
- Cooper & Lotus are best friends & Dating
I was watching trolls 3 and I realized Branch and his brothers all have duller colors then when they were younger. Which can’t really be said about the other pop trolls because we see baby poppy and little cooper and they’re both the same colors as babies and as adults. And for the other adult trolls, even the old ones like King Peppy, they’re all still really vibrant compared to Branch and his brothers.
❛ ⅋ 🐇 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆’𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 slap , the sting lingering longer than she expected . but it was nothing — nothing — compared to the ache in her chest when she saw that flicker of something in cooper’s eyes . the way he just stood there , took it , like he thought he deserved it . like he was waiting for her to hit him with more than just her palm .
and maybe she wanted to . maybe she wanted to hit him with every moment she’d spent waiting by the mailbox , every half - written letter she never had the nerve to send , every fucking dream where he came back to her only to disappear before she could reach him. her breath was uneven , her fists still curled tight , but she didn't tell him to walk . not yet .
she followed his gaze down to her left hand , to the diamond on her finger. it felt heavier now , suffocating . she could almost hear his thoughts , the bitter realization settling in his throat like glass shards . mary could’ve told him the truth . she could’ve told him that the ring didn’t mean what he thought it did . that it wasn’t love that bound her to another man , but duty , expectation , survival .
but wasn’t it easier this way ? she should have told him to go . should have let that final thread between them snap clean . but instead , she let her tongue dart out over her bottom lip , let the silence stretch until it was almost unbearable , until she felt like she might actually break under the weight of it .
“ you don’t get to do this , cooper . ” her voice was softer than she meant it to be , but there was steel beneath it . “ you don’t get to stand here and act like you had no choice . like i was just supposed to wait forever . ” she swallowed hard , forcing down everything she wanted to say — everything that ached to come out . but his last words hung between them , charged with something dangerous . mary closed her eyes for just a second , as if that would stop her from feeling the way she did . like that girl in her books — the one who always picked the reckless choice , who always let herself fall even when she knew it would end in ruin . her fingers twitched at her sides . her mouth opened . and yet — silence . mary wanted to tell him to leave . she needed to tell him to leave . it was the most logical thing to do , the right thing to do . but her mouth wouldn't form the words . her throat tightened around them like her body understood the truth before her mind would accept it . because the truth was ; after all these years , all the heartbreak and unanswered questions . . . she still loved him .
mary could like to herself and pretend that time had dulled the ache . but her heart was a liar and it betrayed her now , hammering against her ribs . desperate , like it was trying to remind her of everything she had spent years trying to forget . her bear bear . she used to whisper that name into the collar of his jacket when they were tangled up in each other , limbs intertwined , safe in the quiet of their love . she had convinced herself that cooper was her forever , that no matter what , they'd always find their way back to each other . but forever had come and gone . . . and cooper hadn't come back . and when months turned into years ; she had forced herself to accept it . she had learned to breathe through the ache . to pretend . but now here he was , standing in front of her like a ghost from a story she swore she'd never read again . like a wound ripped open just when she thought she had healed .
cooper's words cracked something inside her , the rawness in his voice digging into the tender parts of her soul . i never forgot about you , mary . not for a second . and fuck — she wanted to believe him . she wanted to believe that maybe , just maybe , the pain hadn’t been one - sided . that she hadn’t been the only one left bleeding . but love had never been her problem . it was trust . so when cooper asked her to decide , when she told her to give him a reason to stay or or to walk away for good — she chose silence . because ‘ stay ’ meant risking everything . and ‘ go ’ meant breaking her own heart all over again . and mary wasn't sure which hurt more .
✱ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙿 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 , 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿. 𝙱𝚄𝚃 cooper doesn't move , doesn't even raise a hand to touch the sting blooming across his cheek. he just takes it , standing there as the diner falls silent around them , the weight of a dozen eyes pressing in. the sharp tang of coffee and fryer grease lingers in the air , but all he can focus on is mary — her shoulders are drawn tight , her breath coming uneven , her eyes shining with something dangerously close to heartbreak . his own heart gives a dull , heavy thud when he sees the tear slip down his cheek . " oh , don't waste those pretty tears on a bastard like me , " he grumbled while his fingers twitch , like he might reach out and wipe her tears away — but he doesn't.
the slap stings but it's nothing compared to the way cooper's chest tightened when he caught a glimpse of the diamond on her finger … a wedding band. his stomach twists , but he doesn't look away. he should. should step back , put that wall up again , pretend it doesn't hit as hard as it does — but he just stands there , staring at her clenched fist like if he looks long enough , the damn thing might disappear.
his jaw flexed , something bitter lodging itself in the back of his throat. mary's married. of course she is. years have passed , life went on. she went on. and he ? he got lost somewhere between warzones and whiskey bottles , never quite finding his way back. he shouldn't be surprised but fuck , it still hits him like a bullet to the ribs. he swallows hard , forcing down whatever's rising his chest , whatever reckless thing is clawing to get out. " alright , mary. " his voice is quieter now , the rough edge softened just enough to betray something deeper. something raw. it sounds more real than the nickname , like a warm blanket slung over your shoulders during the dead of night.
" you think it was easy for me ? " the words come rough and raw , scraping his throat like gravel. his voice is frayed at the edges , like something is unraveling. " leavin' you behind ? not writin' ? you think i didn't — " he stops short , exhales sharp through his nose like it'll force the words back down. because what's the point ? what good is saying it now she's got a whole other life , a whole other person waiting for her ?
but god , the way mary is looking at him like she's waiting. not for excuses — she doesn't want those. maybe not even for answers. but something. " i never forgot about you , mary. " his voice is scrape something raw on the way out. “ not for a second. ” he glances at her hand again , his throat working around something unspoken. " guess it don't matter much now , does it ? " there's a hollow kind of chuckle , but there's no humor in it . just something tired , something aching. still cooper doesn't move. doesn't leave. " you tell me to walk , i will. " his voice drops to a whisper , like it costs him to say it. " but if you got even the smallest part of you that wants to hear me out — " he swallows , his tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek. " i'll stay. "
❛ ⅋ 🐇 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 , 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 fussing with the barrette clipped at her temple before swiping her thumb beneath her lower lip ; checking for smudged lipstick , a stray crumb from a muffin she barely remembered eating . then it hit her — what the hell am i doing ? she thought while straightening the hem of her sweater . she sat just a little taller , in an attempt that it would make her look more put together . more unaffected .
of course she knew cooper was back . everyone did . he wasn't as mysterious as he liked to think he was . red creek didn't get many six foot four , gravel voiced , british pieces of shit swaggering through town . . . especially not cooper fucking riley . she hates the effect he has on her , even after all these years . mary's hands curl into fists in her lap . her manicured nails press crescents into her palms as she reminds her self — he does not get to do this to you anymore . but it's hard to hold onto that anger , that resentment , when she looks at him .
she'd imagined this moment before , picturing through all the ways she might see him again . maybe older , maybe softer , maybe carrying a little more regret in the set of his mouth . but she never imagined this . the weight in his eyes , the scars that weren't there before , the way his face is both achingly familiar and completely foreign . it made mary's heart clench . her fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and trace the lines of whatever past he's carried with him . she wants to ask , demand to know where he's been , what's happened to him — why he never wrote to her .
mary waited , like some loyal desperate thing sitting by the mailbox waiting for any sign that he was okay . she wanted to know if cooper still thought about her , even if it was just a few scribbled words on a torn out piece of notebook paper . but he never sent anything . and then — little dove .
something inside mary shattered , splinters straight through her ribcage . the words settle over her like dust disturbed from an old , forgotten place in her chest . that special part of her that once belonged to him . if this was one of her books , this would be the moment where she'd break . melt into his embrace and say something cutting but laced with longing . instead of falling right back into him mary slaps him . it's a quick and sharp . the crack of her palm against his face louder than she expected . the diner goes silent for a moment , eyes darting towards them . mary doesn't care and she doesn't apologize either .
" don't you —— " her voice catches , it's about to break but she swallows it down . mary will not cry , not in front of him . easier said than done . " you don't get to call me that , " mary chided a tear falling down her cheek . her hand clenches , nails biting into her palm once more . she forces her breathing to steady but it doesn't sound any less wrecked . " say whatever you came to say , bea — " mary winced , " — cooper . " she corrected , her voice sharper than before . " and then leave . "
✱ 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙻𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 himself , telling himself he’d made peace with it — leaving red creek , leaving her. that it had been the only choice , the right one. but now , sat inches away from mary kwon after all this time , he felt like he’d been kicked in the ribs. she was the only soft thing he’d ever let himself have , and he ruined it. ruined her. he told himself it was better that way , but christ , he must’ve been a right idiot if he ever believed that.
he wonders if she knows. if she knows about the picture he kept stuffed in his hat when he was off in some shithole overseas , the edges curled from how many times he’d traced his fingers over her face. if she knows about the letters — dozens of them , his messy scrawl pressed into whatever scraps of paper he could nick. words he never had the bottle to send.
mary , they always started. i don't know why i’m writing this.
some nights , he’d sit on his bunk , reading them over under the weak glow of a barracks lamp , pretending that maybe — just maybe — she’d still be waiting. that if he could just find the right words , the right way to say i never stopped loving you , then maybe he could fix it. but the letters always ended up in the same place — tucked away , crumpled up , gathering dust.
he thought about coming back. god , he thought about it. when he was halfway across the world , when he was soaked to the bone in the middle of nowhere , when the nights stretched on too long and all he could hear was the echo of her voice in his head. but how do you come back from something like this ? how do you look the girl you promised the moon to in the eye and tell her you never meant to break her heart ?
now , standing beside her , her name still thick on his tongue , cooper felt small. felt like that same reckless kid who never knew how to hold onto a good thing. and yet , after all these years , after all the miles and the regrets — he still wanted to try. finally , he sits , the stool creaking under his weight. “ little dove. ” it’s not a greeting , not a question — just her nickname , like maybe if he says it enough times , it’ll undo all the years between them.
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