#(coconut thunk noise)

[hydrias]

best photo i've ever taken i think

[necrothezma]

Doodle of dmk for the 474028283th time, gonna finish and color it later it's just 2am right now

[phoebelovingcare]

Haha bonk again :D

*coconut thunk noise*

[diezle-blog]

another important headcanon is that if vanille bumps her head it makes the coconut thunk noise.

[galacticnova3]

Iru with a dumbell weight landing on his head like a slapstick cartoon character.

It makes the coconut thunk noise and knocks him unconscious

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Complementary (Collins x OC) Chapter 19: Denouement

Summary: Genevieve trips at one of the final hurdles.

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03/10/42

My darling Ginny,

I hope this letter finds you well, regardless of when. I will see you again. We have a tea competition, remember? We will see each other, I promise. You’re my only solace in this war. I love you too, more than I can bear, more than I could ever imagine loving someone.

I know I’ve written the nickname before but it feels nice to be able to write "darling" now. Never before did I understand why couple gave each other excessive pet names. Words fail how it makes me feel when I write to you. When I see you again, I’ll be able to show you. Actions speak louder than words after all.

I remember you mentioning your favourite pieces. I’m not the most avid fan of art, being a humble man of the world, but the way you describe these paintings make me wish I was so I could talk more about them with you. It’s so enchanting to hear your enthusiasm for the things you love. Is Starry Night your favourite painting then? I guess mine would be Sunflowers if what you say about the colours is true. Perhaps we can go back to France when this is over and see it in real life.

Since we’re planning things, first date wise I was thinking a picnic. I don’t know if you have hay fever or anything but there’s a nice park near my old flat. I figured it be a nice spot to be together since not many people go there so there’s privacy. If you don’t fancy that or you’re put off by the prospect of me preparing food, we could go to a café. There’s one that makes pretty good scran, especially at breakfast.

There’s this fair as well, just a small af-fair (I hope that made you laugh, you are enchanting when you laugh) but it’s very entertaining. My favourite was always the coconut shy because I’d always get it to myself when I won – and I always won. You strike me as a Big Wheel kind of girl. Let me tell you, it’s not as impressive as being in a Spitfire which I am still taking you up in when this is all done. I like candy floss a lot; you mentioned before that you did to. I promise I’ll share mine with you when we go.

I know I’m just fantasising right now about what we can do but it feels nice, planning out what we’re going to do some day. I will wait for you, my love, however long it takes.

Your Jack x

 Genevieve reread the letter with some difficulty before stuffing it back in her tin, fighting back tears. She wasn’t coming back and she knew it. She wished she’d known sooner so she could’ve told Jack. If he was true to his word, he’d be waiting for her for a long time.

 Pressing a kiss against the cool metal, Genevieve put the tin back into her breast pocket and advanced into the musty dusty building. It was hard to focus. Petrified didn’t cover how she was feeling, not by a long shot, and for once Jack’s letters did not calm her.

 Every noise that reached her ears made her freeze. She was barely making any process. But she continued to hold her advantage of stealth. Scurrying around the complex like a rat would certainly destroy any chance she had. Not like she had many in the first place. 

 There was radio silence. She didn’t know where the rest of her comrades were or if they’d made it back to their post, if any progress had been made on pushing back the line or if the realistic outcome was the result.

 Then she heard it: the worst sound of all to the left. Something thunked against the floor and rolled nearby.

 Genevieve dove to the floor in the brace position. The explosion that rang out shot shrapnel into her leg with a thunderous boom. Bullets started raining down on her position. She leper-crawled to find cover, grunting in pain as the sharp metal fragment stuck in her left calf, tears forming. Her fingers fumbled with her rifle, temporarily forgetting her training. But she managed to get the shooter in her line of sight and fired. Simultaneously, the shooter sprayed rapid fire across her hiding spot before falling away. His head was gone as he fell back.

 A sharp pain that spread like wildfire across her torso caused her vision to fuzz at the edges. She slapped a hand over her mouth, hiding her cry of fear. Tears flowed as she scrambled in pain to move out of view of the Germans. She cried in her jacket lapels as she checked her wound. Her trembling hand came away from the entry hole covered in blood. Gulping for air, she felt her back, coming back with more blood. The bullet had passed through her shoulder, avoiding her heart but probably shattering her collarbone.

 Genevieve panted desperately for air, her cries clogging up her throat. Another explosion erupted behind her head, colliding with her head. Screaming like a child, she curled up into a foetus position, the pain overwhelming as she felt the blood spread across her uniform.

 “I don’t want to die,” she wept, her begging muffled into her sleeve as she pulled her knees to her chest. Her peripherals were completely black now, closing in on the rest of her stare, her eyelids drooping.

 All she could think of was the last letter. All the things that she and Jack were going to do together: their first date, going in his Spitfire, making it to the end of the war, finally seeing Starry Night, kissing him at last.

 Her fingers juddered as she reached into her right breast pocket and pulled out the tin. With the rest of her effort, she pried the lid off and the letters scattered out with the photo landing on top. Bloodied hands grasped for it, bringing it closer as Genevieve fought to keep her eyes open.

 “I’m sorry,” she rolled onto her back with a whimper, her head lolling to the side. The letters were on her chest, loose leafs out of their tin. Jack’s photo was in her hand, blood smeared across the bottom as she held right in front of her eyes. He was almost there, right in front of her, holding her in his arms again, whispering words of comfort and love. His beautiful smile in sepia was the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes. And Genevieve didn’t feel any more pain.

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[necrothezma]

The first velkhana encounter really ends like that huh

[necrothezma]

If I wasn't afraid of modding my games I would mod monster hunter for one reason and one reason alone and that would be the mod that makes KO damage make a coconut thunk noise

[necrothezma]

* Coconut thunk noise *

[necrothezma]

trying to download the coconut thunk noise without getting a virus from youtube conversion sites is like a stealth mission i hate this

[necrothezma]

your 3 words are...... coconut thunk noise

I have seen your mistake already, fool, tool, you clown

[necrothezma]

coconut noise thunk

Palm tree seed clunk sound