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Some things never change. 🩷🩷

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The evening light slowly faded with each step into the dark cavern, the encroaching darkness suffocating as Jeremiah descended down the stairs into the cavern. He held his breath as the faintest of oranges and yellows could no longer pierce the pitch black bottomless depths ahead of him. Pulling out his phone, he flipped on the flashlight settings, the small bright light illuminating a few feet in front of him, the wooden stairs built into the cave floor, the shelves carved into the solid rock. With the long rusted golden candle holders and encrusted gemstones, this path must have been extravagant a few hundred years ago or as extravagant as a hidden crypt could be. Jeremiah continued his journey, wishing for nothing more than Sally to be at his side in that moment. Her warm fingers entangled in his, her loud, over the top bravado, just her presence, something to help conquer the sickeningly thick discomfort. But she had her own trial to overcome, and like her, he had to do this alone.

His footsteps splashed and creaked, smelling stagnant water and rot as the surface was truly gone, only inky blackness and the smallest pinprick of light from his phone.

Time didn't seem to matter on his trip to what may as well be hell, it could have been minutes or hours or days, all he knew was he just kept going down, down, down, into the dark, his light catching an old relic lining the wall or his foot snapping a rotted wooden board under his weight.

And then, there was nothing.

The light from his phone blinked out completely. Jeremiah tried to click on the screen, but the device was either completely dead or the dark itself snuffed it out.

Jeremiah was a big man. He was a strong man. To cross him was a death sentence to a mortal man, and to challenge him was laughable. He couldn't tell if that affirmation was in his head or out loud.

He shouldn't be scared of the dark. He wasn't a child. He wasn't stupid. But as his eyes were stripped of what little sight they had, so too was the air in his lungs. An inhale, too small an exhale, another inhale. He wasn't scared, he wasn't. He could feel himself grow lightheaded.

There was no way he could give up now, whether he had walked ten minutes or ten hours, he knew he was long beyond the threshold of turning back. But the void in front of him, behind him, all around him, he couldn't move. Like the reality of everything that was happening to his town, happening to Sally, happening to him, was crawling out of the dark and wrapping its skeletal hands tight around his throat.

He placed his hand to his chest. His heart was pounding, lungs desperate for air. But he was still alive. His heart was still beating. As ragged as they were, he still drew breath. He tried to focus on that, to calm himself before the cavern truly did swallow him up.

And then his fingers grazed against something in his breast pocket, small and rectangular. Familiar. Pulling it out, he could feel the ignition against his thumb, the cheap plastic feeling like a lifeline, his dollar store lighter he had bought just a day ago so he and Sally could smoke one last cigarette before they went their separate ways.

Jeremiah would say he laughed in relief, but the sound he made was more along the lines of a strangled croak as he flicked the lighter, a small beacon of orange against the black.

It was cheap, though, and the fuel would not last too long. The cave smelt and sounded of water, so he was careful where he moved his hand, cupping the light to keep it safe, looking at the shelves along the wall. Not as numerous as before, but he could see one, a little more polished than when he first arrived. A faded gold, scratched and chipped engraving of flowers and symbols, the gaudy candelabra still held candles, melted and small, but with a wick nonetheless. Gripping the cold metal, he lit the ancient candles, the rock around him illuminating with orange and yellow. Fear began to disappate, slinking back as he could see path ahead of him, Neverending, but a path all the same. He had to keep going, for so many people's sakes.

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The evening light slowly faded with each step into the dark cavern, the encroaching darkness suffocating as Jeremiah descended down the stairs into the cavern. He held his breath as the faintest of oranges and yellows could no longer pierce the pitch black bottomless depths ahead of him. Pulling out his phone, he flipped on the flashlight settings, the small bright light illuminating a few feet in front of him, the wooden stairs built into the cave floor, the shelves carved into the solid rock. With the long rusted golden candle holders and encrusted gemstones, this path must have been extravagant a few hundred years ago or as extravagant as a hidden crypt could be. Jeremiah continued his journey, wishing for nothing more than Sally to be at his side in that moment. Her warm fingers entangled in his, her loud, over the top bravado, just her presence, something to help conquer the sickeningly thick discomfort. But she had her own trial to overcome, and like her, he had to do this alone.

His footsteps splashed and creaked, smelling stagnant water and rot as the surface was truly gone, only inky blackness and the smallest pinprick of light from his phone.

Time didn't seem to matter on his trip to what may as well be hell, it could have been minutes or hours or days, all he knew was he just kept going down, down, down, into the dark, his light catching an old relic lining the wall or his foot snapping a rotted wooden board under his weight.

And then, there was nothing.

The light from his phone blinked out completely. Jeremiah tried to click on the screen, but the device was either completely dead or the dark itself snuffed it out.

Jeremiah was a big man. He was a strong man. To cross him was a death sentence to a mortal man, and to challenge him was laughable. He couldn't tell if that affirmation was in his head or out loud.

He shouldn't be scared of the dark. He wasn't a child. He wasn't stupid. But as his eyes were stripped of what little sight they had, so too was the air in his lungs. An inhale, too small an exhale, another inhale. He wasn't scared, he wasn't. He could feel himself grow lightheaded.

There was no way he could give up now, whether he had walked ten minutes or ten hours, he knew he was long beyond the threshold of turning back. But the void in front of him, behind him, all around him, he couldn't move. Like the reality of everything that was happening to his town, happening to Sally, happening to him, was crawling out of the dark and wrapping its skeletal hands tight around his throat.

He placed his hand to his chest. His heart was pounding, lungs desperate for air. But he was still alive. His heart was still beating. As ragged as they were, he still drew breath. He tried to focus on that, to calm himself before the cavern truly did swallow him up.

And then his fingers grazed against something in his breast pocket, small and rectangular. Familiar. Pulling it out, he could feel the ignition against his thumb, the cheap plastic feeling like a lifeline, his dollar store lighter he had bought just a day ago so he and Sally could smoke one last cigarette before they went their separate ways.

Jeremiah would say he laughed in relief, but the sound he made was more along the lines of a strangled croak as he flicked the lighter, a small beacon of orange against the black.

It was cheap, though, and the fuel would not last too long. The cave smelt and sounded of water, so he was careful where he moved his hand, cupping the light to keep it safe, looking at the shelves along the wall. Not as numerous as before, but he could see one, a little more polished than when he first arrived. A faded gold, scratched and chipped engraving of flowers and symbols, the gaudy candelabra still held candles, melted and small, but with a wick nonetheless. Gripping the cold metal, he lit the ancient candles, the rock around him illuminating with orange and yellow. Fear began to disappate, slinking back as he could see path ahead of him, Neverending, but a path all the same. He had to keep going, for so many people's sakes.

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Little smooch! 🩷🖤💋

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Little smooch! 🩷🖤💋

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Owen's being cucked by his Gf and you're laughing!! [Lol I wanted to do that Mantis and Drax meme!]

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Owen's being cucked by his Gf and you're laughing!! [Lol I wanted to do that Mantis and Drax meme!]

[itsalola07]

The evening light slowly faded with each step into the dark cavern, the encroaching darkness suffocating as Jeremiah descended down the stairs into the cavern. He held his breath as the faintest of oranges and yellows could no longer pierce the pitch black bottomless depths ahead of him. Pulling out his phone, he flipped on the flashlight settings, the small bright light illuminating a few feet in front of him, the wooden stairs built into the cave floor, the shelves carved into the solid rock. With the long rusted golden candle holders and encrusted gemstones, this path must have been extravagant a few hundred years ago or as extravagant as a hidden crypt could be. Jeremiah continued his journey, wishing for nothing more than Sally to be at his side in that moment. Her warm fingers entangled in his, her loud, over the top bravado, just her presence, something to help conquer the sickeningly thick discomfort. But she had her own trial to overcome, and like her, he had to do this alone.

His footsteps splashed and creaked, smelling stagnant water and rot as the surface was truly gone, only inky blackness and the smallest pinprick of light from his phone.

Time didn't seem to matter on his trip to what may as well be hell, it could have been minutes or hours or days, all he knew was he just kept going down, down, down, into the dark, his light catching an old relic lining the wall or his foot snapping a rotted wooden board under his weight.

And then, there was nothing.

The light from his phone blinked out completely. Jeremiah tried to click on the screen, but the device was either completely dead or the dark itself snuffed it out.

Jeremiah was a big man. He was a strong man. To cross him was a death sentence to a mortal man, and to challenge him was laughable. He couldn't tell if that affirmation was in his head or out loud.

He shouldn't be scared of the dark. He wasn't a child. He wasn't stupid. But as his eyes were stripped of what little sight they had, so too was the air in his lungs. An inhale, too small an exhale, another inhale. He wasn't scared, he wasn't. He could feel himself grow lightheaded.

There was no way he could give up now, whether he had walked ten minutes or ten hours, he knew he was long beyond the threshold of turning back. But the void in front of him, behind him, all around him, he couldn't move. Like the reality of everything that was happening to his town, happening to Sally, happening to him, was crawling out of the dark and wrapping its skeletal hands tight around his throat.

He placed his hand to his chest. His heart was pounding, lungs desperate for air. But he was still alive. His heart was still beating. As ragged as they were, he still drew breath. He tried to focus on that, to calm himself before the cavern truly did swallow him up.

And then his fingers grazed against something in his breast pocket, small and rectangular. Familiar. Pulling it out, he could feel the ignition against his thumb, the cheap plastic feeling like a lifeline, his dollar store lighter he had bought just a day ago so he and Sally could smoke one last cigarette before they went their separate ways.

Jeremiah would say he laughed in relief, but the sound he made was more along the lines of a strangled croak as he flicked the lighter, a small beacon of orange against the black.

It was cheap, though, and the fuel would not last too long. The cave smelt and sounded of water, so he was careful where he moved his hand, cupping the light to keep it safe, looking at the shelves along the wall. Not as numerous as before, but he could see one, a little more polished than when he first arrived. A faded gold, scratched and chipped engraving of flowers and symbols, the gaudy candelabra still held candles, melted and small, but with a wick nonetheless. Gripping the cold metal, he lit the ancient candles, the rock around him illuminating with orange and yellow. Fear began to disappate, slinking back as he could see path ahead of him, Neverending, but a path all the same. He had to keep going, for so many people's sakes.

[itsalola07]

Hazard and Juno from Overwatch ♡♡♡

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Hazard and Juno from Overwatch ♡♡♡

[itsalola07]

1996 🩷🍒💣

I really wanted to draw JerSal as kids. I got inspired by Matilda and Toy story for their baby designs, hehe!

They didn't know each other as kids, but who knows? Small town, after all! 👀

[itsalola07]

1996 🩷🍒💣

I really wanted to draw JerSal as kids. I got inspired by Matilda and Toy story for their baby designs, hehe!

They didn't know each other as kids, but who knows? Small town, after all! 👀

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Happy birthday @itsalola07 ! 💞

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🩷🎶🌌 [another warmup!]

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A lil warmup with the cuties♡

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Turn it off!! 😫🥱⏰️

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Big boys and their big fights!