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Negativity
Negativity: May I have some space?
Positivity: No.
Negativity: Why not?
Positivity: Because you make people feel bad. You cause violence. You are a disease that kills innocents.
Negativity: Im not always badâŠsometimes people are going through tough times or bad mindspace and need someone to talk too.
Positivity: Wouldnât the world be a much better place if we were more positive?
Negativity: Yea, it would be ,but everyone canât be happy. No one is smiling 24/7. Everyone has different situations and obstacles theyâre going through.
Positive: People donât wanna live stressful lives. They want to relax. To be happy.
Negativity: But-
Positivity: Would you rather live in a world filled with negativity or positivity?
Negativity: âŠ
Positivity: You may not have space.
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Hii, your art style is very cute :3 May I request one drawing of Slenderman, please? Btw!! Do you think the pages are his? I like the theory that he's the author of those ðâïžðŒð²ð
I dont really think he's the author of the pages or more so collecting pages from his victims that wrote stuff about him! He can use it to lure more people in as they get curious about his being the more pages they collect... Also fan of Slenderman getting stronger the more people believe in him ð
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edit: the culprit has been found, and thought it was funny to MOCK me in the comments ð changing âanonâ to her name now, goodnight
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she laid sprawled on her bed, one arm draped over her eyes as if shielding herself from the weight of her own thoughts.
the faint glow of her laptop screen bathed the dark room in pale light, a mess of notes and half-finished homework scattered around her, and the air felt heavy, thick. her eyelids had drooped, her mind sinking into the comfort of restless solitudeâuntil it hit her like a storm crashing through still waters.
WAKE ME UP INSIDE!
the unmistakable, tortured wail of bring me to life by evanescence burst through the air, thundering from outside her window with unapologetic, dramatic force.
anaâs eyes had snapped open, the pulse of the bass reverberating through the walls, shaking the very core of her sanctuary.
a groan escaped her lips as she sat up, her senses now assaulted by the blaring anthem of teenage angst, drowning out her own silent brooding.
barefoot and bleary-eyed, ana slipped through the front door, her fingers tightening around the edge of her sweatshirt. the crisp autumn air wrapped around her like a cold embrace, biting at her skin and sending shivers down her spine. despite the cold weather, the sunlight from above beat down on her and the leaves that had been skittered across the driveway, caught in the fury of the soundwaves as she followed the source of the chaos.
her breath clouded in the night, her heart thudding in her chest as the cacophony grew louder with each step...
rounding the corner of the house, her gaze landed on a figure standing defiantly in the middle of the street, his silhouette illuminated by the glow of the sunlight.
malakai mortimer...
there he stoodâmalakai mortimerâhands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, his head tipped back in dramatic flair as if commanding the morning itself. the hood of his car had been propped open, a massive speaker perched precariously on top, blaring the anthem at an ear-splitting volume.
his jet-black hair, tousled and untamed, framed his sharp features in a halo of rebellion.
and a crooked grin played on his lips, the kind that could melt her heart or the constant war she found it to he in whenever she saw him.
but he was twitching... visibly twitching, dark eyes glinting with restrained pain.
she opened her mouth to speak, but he let out a wild hiss.
"i..." he began slowly, "am standing in the light for you, ana!"
anon shook her head before sputtering out her words, her voice a velvet dagger slicing through the noise. "n-no, kai â"
"i â" malakai hissed, the vein on his forehead threatening to pop. the music continued to blare on loudly around them both. "would you like... to become... a mate of mine... *hiss!* and run off... where... *hiss!* the darkness may consume us!"
ana averted her gaze. she had not expected such a thing this early in the morning.
malakai only ever showed up at night.
"HALT!" his booming voice cut across hers. "i will not take no as an answer..."
anaâs breath hitched, her heart hammering against her ribcage as the chaotic melody of evanescence swirled around them like a tempest. she stared at malakai, his eyes burning with a feral, almost otherworldly intensity, every twitch and hiss a symphony of barely contained madness.
her fingers had clenched into fists at her sides as the world seemed to tilt on its axis, the air crackling with something wild and electric. a part of herâsensible, saneâscreamed to turn away, to deny him and retreat into the calm of her room...
but there was a pull, deep and undeniable, as if gravity itself had shifted, tethering her to him.
her lips parted slowly, her voice low and breathless, trembling with something dark and daring.
"fine... take me," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his (it was hard to meet, though, for he kept twitching and tweaking beneath the sunlight).
she stepped forwards, the morning light framing her in a golden haze as if she had crossed some unseen boundary. a wind whipped between them, scattering leaves as she raised her chin defiantly.
"let the darkness consume us, m-malakai," she murmured, surrendering to the inevitable with a dramatic flare that could only be matched by the tragedy blaring from his speaker.
at the sound of his full government name, he had dropped the resistance and began shaking on the floor, twisting and turning.
"WE â *HISS!* â ARE NOT â *HISS!* â AT THE STAGE â *HISS!* â WHERE THE DARKNESS â *HISS!* â WILL REFRAIN â *HISS!* â FROM CONSUMING US WHEN â *HISS!* â THAT WRETCHED NAME â *HISS* â IS UTTERED â"
"oh!" ana gasped, her arms extended, unsure of how to help him. "right! kai!"
he stopped.
their lives together had only just begun.
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epilogue:
several years later, ana stood at the edge of a crumbling skate park at night, her black combat boots scuffed and caked with dirt as she surveyed the chaos around her.
the air reeked of spray paint, rebellion, and the bittersweet tang of children and their destruction. a ragtag band of emo kids, draped in fishnet gloves, tattered band tees, and every conceivable shade of black, gathered in a half-circle like cultists awaiting a prophecy.
their eyeliner had been smudged with dramatic purpose, and their dyed hair hung in artful disarray, defying gravity with the help of questionable hairspray. the blaring anthem of little lion man by mumford & sons thundered from a portable speaker, a battered relic that had seen countless nights of midnight chaos.
at the centre of it all stood malakai mortimer, still wrapped in the same leather jacket, though now covered in patches of obscure band logos and the occasional tear that whispered of battles long fought. his wild hair had only grown more untamed, a dark crown of defiance, and his ever-present grin still carried that dangerous edge of playful madness. he balanced himself precariously on the lip of a half-pipe, his arms raised as if conducting the storm of angst.
"let⊠the light⊠perish!" he howled, his voice cutting through the night as a dozen of his emo children, with anon, screeched their agreement. "we ride⊠or die⊠into the dark shadows!"
ana sighed, pushing her now-darkened bangs from her eyes with the same exasperated fondness that had kept her tethered to this madness for far too long. she felt a tug on her fishnet-clad sleeveâone of the oldest recruits, wide-eyed and full of tragic poetry, whispered reverently, "is⊠father⊠your mate?"
ana smirked. "till the end of darkness."
which also translated toâŠ
forever.
#liar liar asks!#malakai mortimer#malakai mortimer x anon#anon x malakai#malakai x anon#my eye twitched when i saw that ask.#this is ur warning#NEVER send that again
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Feysand Week Countdown - Ask Game
30 DAYS TO GO!
Feysand Week is officialy one month away!
We're planning to celebrate a little bit each day leading up to Feysand Week, and to kick it off we're starting with a Feysand themed ask game! Reblog to give your followers a chance to ask you some of our Feysand themed questions!
[All questions in the image are also transcribed beneath the read more!]
ð Most heartbreaking Feysand scene? ð What Feysand scene made you laugh? ðšïž What is your favorite Feysand headcanon? ð° How do you imagine Feysand's wedding? ð Chapter 54 or 55? ð¶ïž What is your favorite Feysand spicy scene? ðš Who is your favorite Feysand artist? âïž Who is your favorite Feysand fic writer? âš What makes Feyre and Rhys's relationship special to you? ð« ACOMAF table scene or ACOFAS wall scene? ð What Feysand scene made you cry? ð¶ What song reminds you of Feysand? ð§ Do you have a Feysand playlist? If yes, please share! ðº What movie or TV show reminds you of Feysand? ð What is your favorite Feysand trope? ð» Do you have a Feysand bestie or favorite blog? Tag them to show them some appreciation! ðž Show us your favorite Feysand Moodboard ð¢ What made you ship Feysand? ð What Alternative Universe could you see Feysand in? (For example: Modern, Fairytale, Retelling, Mafia, etcâŠ) ðWhat is your favorite Feysandweek prompt? ð What is your favorite Feysand quote? ð When did you first fall in love with the Feysand ship? ð» Did you participate in previous Feysandweeks? (Feysand Month 2022 included) ð What is something you like seeing about Feysand from an outsider POV? (e.g.: ACOSF) ð What is Feysand's love language for each other?
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do you ever think about.. a new HOME ð a swan ðŠ¢ DIVE a blank PAGE ð a REWRITE âïž A black cat ðâ⬠in the streetlights ð an open door ðªthe comedown of c l o s u r e the girls and i do yoga ð§ââïž i wake up and itâs.. October ð«ïž ⊠the LOSS IS YOURS XXXXXX. brick lane in the brisk cold and RED WINE ð· ON HIS HIP BONE! ðâ⬠the witching hours of stockholm ð¬ that you wonât see ð® SUNFLOWERS ð» IN THE KITCHEN A HEARTBREAK IN REMISSION â£ïž ⊠ð¥ THE UNIVERSE IS SHIFTING AND ITS ALL FOR ME . ð€ ALL FOR ME..
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Letâs just ignore the fact that Iâve got some asks still waiting to be answered from the last time I did this (that I will definitely be getting to, dw guys!) ð€ And that Iâve added other wip to the list ð€ª
Rules: Send an ask with the emojis for the wips you want me to write! I'll share at least one sentence per wip:
â¡ïž - Post-lightning strike, Eddie canât hide his feelings any longer
ðšðœâðŠ³ - Eddie discovers his first grey hair
ðš - Cop!Eddie x Doctor!Buck
ð« (high school emoji) - 15 years after their high school graduation, Buck and Eddie reunite
ð - University professor Eddie has never had a more annoying student than 22 year old Buck
âªïž (church emoji) - Mob boss!Buck x priest!Eddie
ðž - Soldier!Eddie x war correspondent!Buck
ð« - The insomnia fic, in which the well incident leaves Eddie unable to sleep
â¬ïž - The smutty mechanic fic (what plot/just porn)
â€ïžâð¥ - Bratty probie Buck meets newly appointed lieutenant Eddie
ð - A misunderstanding sends Buck and Eddieâs marriage spiraling out of control
ð€ - Religious trauma, meeting before the 118
ð - Major character death that leads to Buddie getting together and lots of overprotective Eddie
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@whosoldherout @steadfastsaturnsrings @diazsdimples
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A little bit of AO3 site skin code
So you can change from this:
To this:
Plus if you also don't want to see the muted user band on AO3: From this:
To this (no annoying Muted user band)
Just copy this code below into your existing siteskin/ create new siteskin on your own (go to "My Dashboard" -> "Skins" -> "Create New Siteskin"): (Original code from @twilightarc-gm and @ao3commentoftheday , and I edit the original code below a bit)
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dl.stats dd.language::before { content: "ð"; }
dl.stats dt { display: none; }
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dl.stats dd.words::before { content: "âïž"; }
dl.stats dd.chapters::before { content: "ð"; }
dl.stats dd.collections::before { content: "ðïž"; }
dl.stats dd.comments::before { content: "ð¬"; }
dl.stats dd.kudos::before { content: "â€ïž"; }
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dl.work dl.stats dd.status::before { content: "â
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speaking of hygiene related anxiety one of my formative moments as a young'un was reading 500 upvote posts by reddit misanthropes sayin like "people who dont wear deodorant should be banned from public transport" and my wee brain internalising it like "ðâïž alr I should kill myself for having a body I should die"
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ð¯ïžð¯ïžJOB MANIFESTATION PRAYER CIRCLEð¯ïžð¯ïž
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ð¯ïžð¯ïžEMPLOYMENT MANIFESTATION BEAMð¯ïžð¯ïž
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