#AND THE ENDING- URGHHH

[kalu-luwa]

'Shhh, sh, dont cry' of the angst prompts, with nephi @ yume? Feelin in the mood for a lil angst

ANYTHING FOR YOU MY HOMIE HANG ON I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE

okok so i don't know if you wanted yume or neph to be oof'd so i did both

tw/cw: death, hella swearing, arson, ENG CHAPTER 6 SPOILERS, just the two of them (they can't make it, even if they tried)

(under the cut!)

A high-pitched ringing filled their ears, muffling any other sound that they might've heard over the distant roars and muted shouts. Their head spun wildly, vertigo throwing them off their balance. They could feel something trickling down their body. Something slimy, something wet, something painful. It felt warm to the touch, sticky and coagulated. Were they bleeding from somewhere? Smoke and ash permeated the air, feeling eerily reminiscent of-

It hurt to breathe, not with the support beam crushing their chest. It hurt to breathe, not with the fire raging around them. It hurt to breathe, not when they were dying so soon.

̴̖̔H̸̺͌i̸̹̊s̵̡̒t̷̝̒õ̷̫r̵̺͛y̴̱̑ ̸͇̚r̴̠̋e̶̛̻p̴̣̊ȅ̸͈a̷̯̾t̸̩̊s̵̢̔ ̷̝͝į̵̂t̷͚̚s̶̹̋ḛ̶̓l̶̯̾f̶̱̌,̸͚͝ ̶͕͐í̵̩ṱ̵̈́ ̷̪͗s̶̪̍é̵̟è̸̱m̶̐ͅs̷̗͝.̸̙͗

“-phi? Nephi, where are you?” A voice pulled them out of their stupor, shaking them of their spiraling thoughts. “I can’t- oh my god!”

Yumeko.

“I’m-” They cut themself off, coughing and hacking more ichor from their shredded lungs. They could feel the ground beneath them tremble once more, their legs wobbling unsteadily. “Yume, I-I’m here-”

“There you are!” Hands shot out to catch them mid-fall, cradling their head gently. “Oh god, what happened to you?”

“A-ah, I’m not sure...” they chuckled hesitantly, eyelids drooping shut as they tried (and failed) to sit up. “But... where are the others?”

“They’re taking care of Grim.” Oh, right, Grim. The cat-monster they met on the first day. Their unruly ‘familiar’ with flaming ears and a penchant for tuna cans. Grim, their fellow dorm-mate and friend.

G̷͔̱̮͔̾̓̒r̵̺̩̹̬̀̓í̴̞̦̳̐̈́̋ṃ̷̗͌,̵̛͕̐̎͌ ̸̛̣͙̥̭͌̕͘t̴͓̠̠̉͜͝h̴̞͉̳͒͒ẽ̷̥̭͒͜ ̵͉͔̉͝o̷̊͜ͅv̷͚͚̪̹̽̽̄͠ê̴̢̫͓͖r̵̜̥̀̾ͅb̶͍̘͚̆̂̑̏l̶̢̤̇̈ò̴̩̋ẗ̵̞́̓̃ ̸̹̘̐́̍̚m̸̘̊͊͑ó̸̩̞͆ň̸̦̪̟̼̍̌̚ṡ̵͍̦̪̬͊t̶̯͈͌̎̀e̵̱͑ŗ̴̩͔͇͛.̸̡̘̰̺́̈̚

“I- we have to-”

“No, Neph!” Yumeko grasped tightly onto them, locking them in place. “I can’t let you get yourself killed!”

Not again, at least. 

“But I can’t leave Grim to die-!”

“I know, I know, I don’t want that either,” she sobbed, a hand resting on top of their head, “But I’m scared, Nephi. You’re injured- badly, and I-”

She took in a deep breath. “If I let you go, how do I know you’ll come back? How do I know the both of you will come back?”

“We will. I promise.”

“The last time you did-“ she stuttered, heaving painfully as she gripped onto their shoulders, “the last time you made a promise was when we went down into S.TY.X together. Don’t you remember?”

Ah, right. How could they forget?

Yumeko, on top of the chariot, reaching desperately forward as they dove headfirst into the Underworld. The others, their own horrified screams echoing into the caverns, unable to do anything. Grim, safely tucked into their arms as they fell, deeper and deeper still.

Had it not been for Yume’s quick thinking, they would’ve surely died then.

———

“Promise me you won’t do anything reckless?”

“I promise, cross my heart and hope to die.”

———

But today was different, they reasoned to themself, today wasn’t like then.

That isn’t counting what would happen if Grim managed to get out of the campus. What would happen to RSA? The village by the bay? The rest of Twisted Wonderland?

If they didn’t get to Grim in time, everyone would die. It wouldn’t be just them, or him, but everyone. Malleus, the Briar Prince and heir to the throne of the Valley of Thorns, Leona, the second prince of the Sunset Savanna, Kalim, eldest of the Al-Asim family, everyone in NRC would die.

Yumeko’s cries snapped them out of their spiral, hands instinctively wrapping around her in a hug.

The girl in their arms curled further into them, as if to hide herself away from the carnage around them. Her hands were scuffed and grazed, they noted, as they held her closer. Her hair was matted, faintly smelling of iron and smoke. Her glasses were missing as well, the tears pouring freely down her face.

And god, did that break their heart.

“Please, Neph, I can’t lose you too.”

“Shh, shh. Don’t cry, Yume. I won’t leave you, I promise. I promise.”

How they wish they could keep promises well.

[thecmaly]

the importance of a name nya!

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more windbreaker comics

[vampyriclykoi]

I think that Gru and Maxime are “exes”

After-events of the “breakup”:

like i said in the other post (https://www.tumblr.com/dev-fan-fr/758214194466275330/i-think-that-gru-and-maxime-are-exes) the reactions that gru and maxime would have to their "breakup" would be vastly different

gru would go home, as it would have been revealed at the end of the school day that the entire thing was a prank, and rush down to his lab almost immediately.

he'd be feeling incredibly embarrassed, and would probably usher all of the minions out of the lab so that he could start to plot his "revenge" on maxime. I think that after a few hours or so gru would be approached by dr nefario - or even wild knuckles - who would give him the chance to vent out his upset over the whole maxime thing.

maxime wouldnt go home after the breakup, i think that he likes to spend most of his time outside of school in parks and forests because of his spinterest (cockroaches and insects in general). he would sit down by a tree or something, and just think.

obviously, he'd be racked with guilt over the whole thing, but would try to convince himself that he did the right thing. after all, he does want to be a villain, right? what he did was bad, it was evil. thats good.

this whole experience, and the pressure i think his parents would put on him to be a great villain, would cause maxime to begin to prioritise himself, his popularity/status, and his power over all else and everyone else, as well as when he'd start to lose the ability to empathise with others out of a need to protect himself

also, because angst makes me sad and because i would like to bring joy to those who’ve read this, i drew marppy. i think theyre neat

[fujunfuren]

Spent 1hr 40mins….and we are given ep 15 unnecessary cliffhanger. Bye i just wanted them to hug and kiss under the snow. That was all I ever wanted, more of them, her remembering partially by 45mins in. But nope. Cant you just let us enjoy baekhong for the final 2 eps like is it so difficult to make us swoon for them being happy

[two-reflections]

For September's Marine Meat Monday, I tried to combine the sweet prompt "Scars" with a different 1000-word challenge. It didn't turn out meaty enough, though. So:

Here's a quick HeroForge rendering of one of my 6th Company Salamanders, Kea'hi, trying to save a kid underwater during his sanctuary city's youth trials. It doesn't go as he expected...

Keep Reading for rotating gifs and the associated story. [1000 words, no warnings necessary]

Kea’hi crouched at the diving edge of the Northeastern tower, surrounded by a group of Epimethus’s elders. The elders were dressed in gnorl-whale leathers and brocades that had travelled across the planet from Heliosa, with underlayers of imported offworld synthetics. He, however, was nude from head to toe. Ancient Nocturnean sigils had been scribed upon his night-dark skin in white ash, lying atop the beautifully branded honour scars that snaked up and down his torso. His red eyes, which scanned the currents below, were ringed in white too. Only one person in the tower showed any sign of emotion: the worried mother of the youth who was currently far beneath the waves.

Kea’hi was one of eight Astartes serving as lifesaver for Epimethus’s yearly youth trials. At the highest tides of the year, the citizens of the island city would select eight male ten-year-olds, one for each of the city’s diving-towers. Each child was to throw an iron ring into the sea and attempt to retrieve it. Retrieving the ring was considered exceptional. The true challenge was to return at all. 

The chosen children had already been singled out as potential recruits for the Adeptus Astartes. A successful return led to a Chapter aspirant. A child who became stranded and required rescue, however, would be sent home, never to cross the threshold of the Salamanders’ austere, fortress-like bastion beside the South port.

Unlike most of his battle-brothers, Kea’hi had been a taciturn child. He had never cared for other children. After he succeeded at his youth trial, he had found himself thrust, to his dismay, into a gaggle of other young aspirants. His quiet demeanour had quickly evolved into meanness and sarcasm, which kept the other children at arms’ length. When he managed to ascend, he hadn’t expected to mesh with his squad. However, to his amazement, his 6th company squadmates had found his snark endearing. Finally finding himself in a group that liked him, Kea’hi had mellowed. Yet, he had never warmed to little ones and refused to take in any forgechildren.

The wind howled past Kea’hi’s ears now as it had on the day of his own youth trial. His mind drifted back to that day, which had begun to grow hazy over the past thirty-five years. He remembered the smell of white ash paste, the feeling of the Ignax’s fingers daubing sigils on his skin and of his toes curled over the sharp diving edge. Most of all, he remembered the look of heartbreak on his mother’s face.

Back then, he hadn’t understood her sadness, instead feeling a rush of anger at her seeming lack of belief in his abilities. That anger had propelled him forward, sustaining him through to the iron ring. 

Now, though, Kea’hi could see the same expression he remembered on the face of the woman whose child was on trial. Though his mother had been a humble dock worker and the woman standing behind him wore the regalia of Epimethus’s Master Smith, he found he understood their shared expressions now. Her child could die beneath the waves or resurface to enter the bastion. Either way, the Master Smith would lose her son that day. Such was the lot of any mother of an exceptional boy on an Astartes planet. 

Kea’hi felt for the woman. His eyes searched the waves, hoping for a sign of her child. 

“Three minutes,” an elder holding a chrono said.

The Master Smith began to weep. 

Kea’hi had no words to comfort her. For a half-second, his muscles tensed. Then, he launched himself from the platform, cleaving the air like a missile, his dive creating the perfect arc into the sea. 

When he was ten, he had imagined himself as a gnorl-calf: little, lithe, with smooth, leathery scales that kept him warm. Now, he did not need to imagine anything. The cold did not bite, the salt did not sting. Kea’hi was focused on one thing alone: finding the child.

He dove deep. The sea darkened around him. As his feet touched the algae at the bottom, he looked up, searching for a little shadow somewhere above. He expected to see one floating limply on a current, but, to his surprise, the shadow he spotted seemed to be moving upwards and away from him, towards the beach. 

Kea’hi let himself rise, following the little shadow from below. He was confused when the boy seemed to speed up. Why was he doing that, Kea’hi wondered? Surely the boy could swim more sedately now he had reached the surface, making his way to the shore safely. He let himself rise further, drawing nearer. He could see the iron ring in the boy’s hand; excellent.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to falter, treading water. Concerned, Kea’hi sped towards him. He reached out to scoop the child in his arms, only to find himself being ineffectually kicked and beaten with the iron ring.

Kea’hi restrained the boy, pushing him above the water before surfacing himself. The boy quieted, but Kea’hi could see a fire in his scowling dark eyes. “You scared me!” the boy shouted, his voice high and shrill. “I thought you were a gnorl-whale!”

Kea’hi was stunned by the child's bravado. “If I had been, you would barely make a mouthful,” he said.

“I’d have fought you from the inside,” the boy declared. “But you ruined my trial now! I even got the ring, but now it looks like you saved me…” The boy was fighting back tears. “Let me go!” He brought the iron ring down hard on Kea’hi’s head.

Kea’hi swore, releasing him out of surprise. The boy instantly pushed off Kea’hi’s chest, swimming back towards the shore as fast as his little body could manage. 

Kea’hi let him go, watching as the boy hauled himself out of the water and waved at the elders in the tower, ring in hand. Unexpectedly, he found himself smiling. 

He would never raise a forgechild, but he might keep an eye on this boy.

[Gif of first image, and a loose idea of what he looks like in armour.]

[wildlyfreemoon]

omg negan introduced (s6 ep 16)!! he was literally the only character who's name i knew when i started twd and thought he was the main character...

imagine my surprise when i start s1 and the main character is a dude named "rick grimes"

[eyeball-freak]

Rosabella beauty sucks there I said it

[gifti3]

I still think obey me would have had an easier time writing better characters if they had actual routes (includes harem route) and better story segment to rhythm game ratios

[sunscall]

this is a whatever detail but i think the gang may have been positioned here based on the ones they love or get paired up with the most being beside (or opposite for charlie and frank's case) them, which means:

charlie - frank and mac

mac - charlie and dennis

dennis - dee and mac

dee - dennis and frank

frank - charlie and dee

mostly said this bc of vibes but it's kinda backed up by this data posted on reddit by user yviews a year ago, which shows which characters get paired up together the most. one of my most favourite sunny post ever i love statistics man

that being said, they all do love each other in their weird little ways of course. just that i think they might have been positioned here to die beside their most loved ones or something which is a nice detail to me if true

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

i wanna take a nap but i have to wait for the mailman :(

[leenesomewhatdraws]

Novembmas, Day 21: Photographs / (Coming to an) Understanding !

{Transcription : 1st image: [arrow pointing towards the blanks in the picture with "water damages" written on top]

2nd image: Original picture}

I have a keychain with a picture of me hugging my brother from behind when we were toddlers, and it's my favorite photo so I wanted to draw something based on that :)

Yeah, I know that 1st part would have been better with, like, Ingo saying something but I couldn't figure out what so here we are lol

[agnimybeloved]

hate that rick riordan knows how to interconnect his series to his advantage. like whatever. fine. maybe it would be kind of cool if the pjohoo and mcga characters met 🙄 like i even care 🙄 (vibrating uncontrollably)

[juniperhillpatient]

god I fucking haaaate writing endings

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

blazed posts cant be filtered out im gonna explode myself

[xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx]

i’m really happy how much everyone loves this post btw but every time someone reblogs it with something like “this is what they took from you/we used to be civilisation” etc i lose 1HP and i am begging ppl nicely to not use nazi dogwhistles <3

the mobile phone museum is a online museum featuring over 2000 types of old and funky phones that’s amazing for seeing old phones and getting info about them for stuff like writing/art or just because they’re so cool and i love them look at them

behold! some of my favourite silly creatures :3

[aromantic-karamatsu]

I never finished Gravity Falls because I got super depressed during that time in highschool because of a lot of things that happened to me and I lost motivation/passion for many things I enjoyed but FUCK I gotta finish it someday I need to know what happened 😭