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1/28/24 Light dragon from Loz Tears of the Kingdom
#daily dragons#traditional#legend of zelda#loz totk#1/28/24#28#AUGH SORRY THIS ONES LATE#actually no be glad i got it out i nearly forgot to do it#ANYWAY this thing took so. so long#i got started on it like 2 weeks ago or something#wait no its right next to some other dragons when did i post those#THE ELEVENTH#so like 2 and a half weeks#i dont usually take so long on a piece i have adhd i usually get tired of it#IVE JUST REALIZED. I NEVER FINISHED INKING RHE DRAGON#fuckit im posting it anyway
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baby au in beach episode :^)
#royai#riza hawkeye#roy mustang#fullmetal alchemist#fma#nael hawkeye#haitham mustang#03!baby au#sorry all i draw lately is royai happy family(as if its my fault. its a good au)#to make up for it i'll still draw the same au but they're suffering instead next#i shouldve drawn an extra panel between the first and second one of nael locking in^tm before being shot augh T__T
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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 38
Part 1 Part 37
Steve keeps acting like he’s perfectly fine. Like he didn’t have part of his shoulder carved off. Like he’s not suffering through an hour of glorified torture masquerading as physical therapy every day, trying to build his muscle back up. Like the doctor hadn’t told him he might still never get back to shooting hoops and swimming laps with the precision he used to. Like his ribs aren’t still broken, and he doesn’t still have trouble standing, or wake up screaming, clutching at his throat. Like he doesn’t rub the back of his head sometimes and stare into the middle distance with lost eyes. And it’s pissing Eddie off.
Especially now, as he walks beside Wayne, pushing Steve’s wheelchair down the hall toward the elevator. This in and of itself was a feat. First, Steve had argued that he didn’t need a wheelchair, then he’d argued he didn’t need help pushing it. Eddie let Steve flounder for a few minutes, trying to make his useless arm wheel him forward, angry tears springing from his eyes before he acquiesces.
The latest rub is the worst: Steve wants to go home. As if Eddie doesn’t remember the look on Steve’s face when he said he wanted to go to Eddie’s trailer. As if Eddie doesn’t remember the way Steve’s voice broke when he called the trailer home.
“The doctor said somebody needs to keep an eye on ya,” Wayne says reasonably. “Either we do it, or you can stay with Joyce. She offered to put you up.”
Steve scoffs. “My parents��”
“Aren’t home!” Eddie snaps, pushing Steve into the elevator and pushing the down button on the elevator with enough force that his finger hurts.
Steve sits up straighter in his chair, reading for a fight. Wayne doesn’t let him. “If you’re staying at that house, then so are we,” he says, implacable. “Until your parents are there to watch you.” Left unsaid, is that no one had heard from them. That Steve hadn’t asked about them at all.
Steve slumps down in a position that must be hell on his cracked ribs, sighing. “Fine,” he says, like it hurts. “I’ll stay in the trailer.”
It feels like a knife twist. Eddie wants to shake Steve and remind him he’d called it home.
It’s quick after that. Steve signs himself out at the front desk, tucking the physical therapy schedule they’d made for him into the pocket of the sweatpants Wayne had scavenged from Eddie’s drawers for Steve to wear home.
Wayne and Eddie work together to help lever Steve into the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. Wayne slides into the driver’s seat without asking, so Eddie grumbles his way into the back.
Steve’s quiet when Wayne pulls up front, quiet while they help him in, quiet when he’s settled onto the couch.
He’s looking around his surroundings just like he had the first time – like he’s amazed people live like this. That first time, he’d wanted to snarl, make sure Harrington knew that there was nothing wrong with this life he’d created with his Uncle. Now, he just thinks of Steve’s empty house, the hospital’s unanswered phone calls to his parents, and feels unbearably sad.
Wayne puts on a basketball game that Eddie doesn’t even complain about, and settles himself at Steve’s side.
Steve falls asleep halfway through the game, head falling on Eddie’s shoulder, warm puffs of air hitting the bare skin of his neck.
Wayne huffs, and Eddie looks up at him, already glaring defensively. “What?” he demands, quiet enough not to disturb Steve.
Wayne raises his hands placatingly, even as he smiles smugly over at Eddie. “I didn’t say anything.”
They all sleep in the living room that night. It’s cozy and warm, especially after Wayne drapes a blanket over them both.
It should feel weird, settling this closely to Steve, now that they’re not depending on each other to survive. Now that they’re back in the real world. But Eddie feels like he’ll fall apart if Steve’s not in sight, so maybe he’s not out of the woods after all.
It's peaceful.
It stays peaceful until the next day when it’s time for Steve’s physical therapy appointment.
“I can take myself,” he says. “I have a car.”
He’s not meeting Eddie’s eyes. Eddie takes a few deep breaths. He knows snapping won’t help anything, but he wants to smack Steve until this is easier. He just— he doesn’t get this. Can’t figure out what the problem is.
“It would take just as long to drive you to your car as it would to just drive you,” Eddie says, cleaning up their half-assed breakfast of toast a cereal off the table. He doesn’t look back at Steve, wants to play this cool and nonchalant, and he just knows one look at the obstinate tilt of Steve’s chin will send him swinging.
“I can walk,” he says, even though he really really can’t.
Eddie slams a dish into the sink. He’s almost surprised the bowl doesn’t shatter upon impact. He scrubs it, back to where Steve is stewing in silence.
He needs to figure this out. Why Steve is being so difficult, about staying here, about Eddie feeding him and driving him. He does the hardest thing he can think of, and asks, “why don’t you want me to take you to your appointment?”
He doesn’t turn around, just keeps scrubbing the dishes like this is a casual conversation over breakfast. Because it should be.
The silence drags him down, lasts long enough that Eddie doesn’t think Steve will answer at all.
“You shouldn’t have to,” Steve says.
Eddie thinks back – big house no parents – and wonders how long it’s been since someone did something for Steve without strings. He turns around, settles back into his seat and stares at Steve until he raises his eyes from the table.
Choosing his words carefully, he says, “I want to go with you,” Eddie says. “You saved my life—"
“But—” Eddie holds up a hand, and Steve stops, brows furrowed.
“You saved my life,” he repeats, meeting Steve’s eyes. “I’m gonna help you whether you like it or not.”
It’s not quite the whole truth, but Eddie’s not sure how to touch the way it feels like worms are writhing in his stomach when Steve’s out of his sight. How his shoulders only really relax when he knows exactly where Steve and Will both are.
Eddie bites his tongue on the too much of it all.
“Fine,” Steve says, still sullen, but he lets Eddie lead him to the van and drive him to his appointment.
It looks painful. Eddie holds his crossed ankles, to stop himself from leaping up and wrenching Steve away from the doctor’s ministrations.
By the end, Steve looks like he just got done with a basketball game, sweat dripping down his forehead, pits stained. If Eddie squints, he can almost see the uncomplicated jock of days past as they limp out of the hospital.
“You wanna go see Baby Byers?” Eddie asks.
“Please,” Steve says, slumping into the passenger seat like the princess he is.
Eddie drives, turning his music up loud enough to rattle their teeth just to see Steve smile.
Part 39
#steddie upsidedown au#steddie fic#eddie munson#steve harrington#my fic#woke up late today augh. sorry if that one person didn't get to read this before class 😔
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Y'ALL I'M SO SORRY I MISSED TIDBIT TUESDAY!!! SOMEONE SUE ME WAGHHH to make up for it please accept tidbit THURSDAY (a lil longer than usual 'cause I'm real sorry AGH)
"Oh fuck." Dallas skidded to a halt, heaved in the fridged night air in gasps that burned down his throat 'n panted out his nose in hot bursts. Johnny froze beside him, wrapped hands around his biceps 'n dug his nails in.
They were cornered. Fuck. How had Dallas let that happen? But he knew how. 'Cause at some point c'mon just high tail it this way 'n they'll get sick of chasin' 'n bail had become duckin' alleys 'n leapin' fences 'n the sound of sirens comin' ever closer.
Johnny's eyes are sharp 'n dark 'n watchin' Dallas close, his back to the tall fence that bordered the lot. Jesus Christ. Dallas should have been more careful. Ain't no way both of them are gettin' over that. He bites his lip. Hard.
Well. Nothin' to be done about it.
He tears his jacket off his shoulders, slips it off his arms 'n shoves it into Johnny's hands. Johnny hesitates then lets out a low noise, shakes his head, tries to force the worn leather back into Dallas' arms. "Dal, no, c'mon."
"Stop wastin' time, Johnny." His voice comes out a little harsher than he means it to, scrapin' against his chest as his heart bangs away under the veins in his wrists. In one smooth, practiced, 'n worn movement done a hundred times til it was rounded at the edges, he slides his St. Christopher over his head, his ring from his finger, droppin' them both into Johnny's already waitin', upturned palm.
The sirens reach a crescendoin' pitch, wailin' 'n yowlin', the lights cuttin' long, low shadows across the lot. They were out of time.
"Dal-"
"C'mon, kid." Dallas doesn't wait for him to comply, just grabs for his ankle 'n hoists him unceremoniously over the rustin' fence. Like he was already expectin' it, Johnny twists, manages to land on his feet. The sleeves of Dally's jacket hang low over his hands 'n for a moment they both just stand there, lookin' at each other through the braided metal. 'Til Johnny can't stand it anymore, tears his eyes away 'cause lookin' at Dallas like that reminds him of Dally on the other side of chains that can't be cleared as easily as a boost 'n a well-placed leap.
Cops are crossin' the lot now 'n Dallas glances over his shoulder, haloed 'n silhouetted in the red 'n blue. "C'mon Johnny Cakes. You gotta beat it." 'N his voice is low 'n urgent 'n he wants to sound cool 'n tuff but it cracks just a lil' on the edges. But he's gotta get the kid outta here 'cause Johnny had a chance. 'N Dallas wasn't gonna let him go down for somethin' he could throw himself in the way of.
"Dal, please-"
"Johnny please." 'N then he's runnin'. 'Cause Johnny was never as brave as Dallas Winston. 'N he never would be.
Dallas watches his shadow slip away 'n sighs, bares his teeth 'n grins 'n throws his hands mockin'ly into the air. Johnny can hear his gunfire laugh crack crack crack-in' as he ducks into an alley 'n disappears.
...
Johnny clears the Curtis steps in one long leap, bangs the door open harder than he means to 'n flinches. Four heads whip around, Soda 'n Darry already risin' to their feet.
"Johnny? What's-?" Darry freezes, takes a good look at the jacket slidin' from Johnny's slight shoulders, the pendent bit between his teeth, the ring he's gotta keep his fingers bent so it doesn't slide off, 'n sighs. He abandons the plate of dinner he's inevitably just sat down for 'n snaps his keys from the counter.
"Johnny, you ok?" Soda shoves his chair back so it scraps against the tile 'n Darry winces.
"'M fine." He drops the St. Christopher from his mouth, hoists the jacket up. "It's-"
"Dallas." Darry toes his shoes on, grabs a sweatshirt discarded beside the door. "If the station calls, let 'em know I'm already on the way." He sighs again. Johnny sways on his feet, the adrenaline rushin' straight out of him 'cause Darry's got it now. Got him now.
"Johnny, you ok kid?" Soda's got his hands on his biceps now, lookin' him close in the eye.
"Yeah," Johnny heaves in a breath, runs a hand under his nose 'n winces when dry blood flakes off under his fingers, "S'ok."
Soda glances over his head 'n Darry pauses, gives him a look that levels him to his core. He was real good at those. But whatever he sees convinces him Johnny ain't lyin'. He hovers in the door a moment longer, watchin' Johnny with those ice-green eyes before he shakes his head, leans over, 'n brushes the last of the dried blood from Johnny's face.
"Y'know, kid? You look just like him in that." 'N none of them are sure that's a good thing. But Johnny just grins, crooked in the way he learned from Dallas.
"Y'know? There are worse people to be like."
#johnny n dallas i am studyin you like bugs#this is in part inspired by some absolutly lovely fanart I saw a while ago of Johnny wearin' dallas' stuff while he was in jail#n i thought i bet he does that shit every time he gets arrested#just in case#cause its pretty common to not get shit you went in with back#shitty fuckin cop fact for you#n dallas is NOT riskin that#if one of them rolls up with dallas' stuff u know where he is#n i think johnny mostly keeps it for him#hes so paranoid about it gettin fucked with he just keeps it all on him#he gives dallas back his jacket when he gets out n dallas is like why are there four cigs six matches n like eight scraps of paper in here#i didnt have that there before#n johnny n pony have just been tradin it back n forth so theyre like augh#whoops#n divvy their shit back up#anyways#this isnt meant to be like the ship but ig you could read it that way#if you squint#personally ive always been a tally person bc i only want dallas with people equally as nasty as he is#but thats neither here nor there#anyways now im just ramblin#SORRY FOR THE LATE TIDBIT TUESDAY#HOPE U ENJOY#the outsiders#darry curtis#dallas winston#johnny cade#my writing#tidbit tuesday#also lemme say somethin' the bit where i say johnny's not brave as dallas? LIE. johnny thinks he's not but thats bc he's WRONG
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[pointing towards you emoji] favorite blaseball team. go
(if you want to practice drawing in another style, then draw yourself as a transformer OR as a human character)
WE ARE FROM CHICAGO
#THANK YOU THIS WAS VERY FUN 10/10#This also took Actual Years but that’s mostly bc I have really no idea what I look like#it’s not especially this tho#top one is better than the bottom one#but still#ah fuck I forgor to color in the Chicago across the chest on that one#whoops#oh well. too late#blaseball#Chicago firefighters#I do not know if we have a generally agreed upon uniform this was just what I found in the server#also technically TECHNICALLY max ballad brothers was vaguely supposed to be a transformersona#that did not so much happen lmaooo#<— nobody say anything about catalyzer I’m better than him#and also. more importantly. would not look like that.#just me#look I drew a thing#am I allowed to maintag this? I don’t know.#sorry if you don’t want to see it I’m gonna want to be able to find it later and my Blaseball tag is way smaller than my art tag.#and technically it’s related but still. augh#<— overthinking this
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More dnd writing because it's all I have but I here's a snippet from a vignette I did of Rook's past (from Zara's POV), because Rook and his mentors never fails to make me sick (/pos).
[transcript under the cut]
Taking a coin out of her pocket, she rolled it across her knuckles, back and forth. It gave her hands something to do, and prevented the urge to bite her nails, something she hadn’t done in years. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. Zara began to pace as Rook’s breathing grew shakier and the color drained from his skin. Where the hells is Jay? she wondered. The room was so quiet that she could hear every tick of the small clock on her bedside table, and each one echoed in her head. How many ticks does he have left? She didn’t want to think about it. She’d had crew members die before, of course. You don’t go as many years as a captain as she had and never lose a soul. But all the others who had died had died quickly, in combat. She’d mourned for all of them, even shed tears in private, but there was something different about watching the life drain out of a person right in front of your eyes.
#morrigan.text#my writing#dnd#dnd writing#morrigan plays dnd#oc: Rook#oc: Zara#(Rook's first captain and mentor)#literally no one else but me would know this but the fact that he learned that coin-rolling trick from watching her#(and after a lot of practice and embarrassing failures in his free time)#and he also does it when he's nervous/anxious/bored/fidgety... augh I can't take it.#this takes place when he'd been with her crew for about a year so he was roughly 18 in this. BABY boy.#He gets to see her again for the first time in 3 years VERY SOON in-campaign and I can't stop thinking about it.#I've been waiting for this moment since I joined this campaign so like a year and a half now.#YES I KNOW ALL MY WRITING LATELY HAS BEEN TORMENTING ROOK PHYSICALLY.#I'M SORRY. IT'S THE EASIEST THING FOR ME TO WRITE#I am UNWELL over my boy and his mentors#also poor Rook... he can't escape the snake motifs.#he gets bitten by a snake-like sea monster and nearly dies. he's a prisoner on a ship called the sea snake. Twice.#the second time he's rescued by a person with snake tattoos all over their body because they used to belong to a gang called#the horned serpents. And because they helped destroy that gang said person was supposed to never go back to the town Rook needs to go to.#but when they get there turns out they needn't have worried because all criminal activity has been stopped by a HUGE FUCKING SNAKE#with a very twisted sense of morality that may or may not be a god and has appointed itself High Judge of the town#and ofc because Zara is the mayor of that town and the snake is her problem Rook will do ANYTHING to get rid of it for her#but um yeah. lots of snakes for Rook. And most of this was accidental.#I swear I didn't plan it this way on purpose.
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glanced at my inbox and i am. so sorry

#if theres one thing im good at its telling myself ‘ill reply to that later’ and then i dont#genuinely so sorry💔 idk whats wrong with me#ill bounce between i cant just start answering things now but also i cant just answer an ask from 3 years ago now#if you sent me an ask and i never replied i probably saw it and cherished it and accidently let it sit so long i felt like it was too late#to respond. augh#1000% on me thats my bad and im sorry#im on my period and emotional IM SORRY����💔💔 I LOVE U ALL I REALLY DO#dissappears again
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why don't you send sans some letters? something to let him know you're okay? how about gifts?
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hiya, I’m bored so I’m goin around and asking my mutuals this question cause I’m curious :]
if someone gave you unlimited budget and time to put towards making a movie/show and you could make it about anything you wanted what would you make it about?
ohhh man this is hard. i have a few things.
in terms of shows:
1.) make a toh season 4-6 OR the original pilot universe of the owl house the way dana had in mind. preferably probably a pilot toh universe spin off.
or too- make a toh spin off based on my vampire au fanfic. with dana. though idk how well she'd be into it but id want her to be on the process too. anything toh i want her to be working on it because its not toh if its not her. but if we did a production based on my fanfic? that would be so cool..?? iconic actually.
2.) the locked tomb would be so cool as a animated show potentially? like an anime. NOT live action. none of that. it just could be so cool. it would fit animation. would fit more as a show too though because the lore just wouldnt fit in with a movie. theres too much and i dont think any parts of it should get cut out. in terms of the cast?? uhh.. gee idk
movies?? i have a couple.
"she gets the girl" by rachael lippincott and alyson derrick could be SUCH a cute romcom. i absolutely adored it and like i cannot talk about my enjoyment of the book enough. i would watch that movie SO much.
"one last stop" by casey mcquiston!!! I JUST GOT DONE WITH THIS BOOK TODAY BUT I WANT SO MUCH FOR THIS TO BE A MOVIE LOW KEY BECAUSE OH MY GOD IT WOULD LITERALLY SLAY SO HARD AND I WOULD BE SO ENCHANTED BY IT ALL.
#idk if i answered this right but i hope i did?#thanks for the ask!#i know its a bit late but i always want to give time to think of a good answer for you and asks in general#also one last stop has legitimatly been everything to me?? like augh#uhh but this question was really fun?! thank you#billys replying to asks#its always really nice to see you in my inbox and get asks from you btw. sorry if i dont answer them quick enough to have you think other#swear im just trying to think of a good answer#anyway thank u <3
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Doc tweeted!
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I’m gonna be honest. I kinda don’t get the love for cross guild especially as a ship? It’s one of the most miserable states buggy has been in? What’s the appeal? I’m being completely genuine since I saw a lot of buggy fans loving the idea of those three but I only see it as abuse �� is it just not my cup of tea or am I missing something? How do you feel about them?
Eh, I’m not a big crossguild shipper either, and mainly for the same reason you brought up here. If I were to ship Buggy with anyone, I’d pair him with someone who’d love him unconditionally, not someone who regularly uses his head as a kickball.
Buuuuuut it’s fun to torment the clown so I 100% understand the people who ship them and have zero problems with people that do. Most Cross Guild shippers make their relationship a lot more consensual and fun and less, well- “Buggy tormenting” even if the power dynamics are still there.
But y’all have fun shipping whatever you want out there! The sky’s the limit! ;)
#anon ask#asks#AUGH FUCK WHY DOESNT TUMBLR MOBILE TELL YOU WHEN YOU GET NEW ASKS#gonna answer a bunch of them now sorry for being late#cross guild#one piece
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The meower
#Queued... technically March 23rd?#I mean its march 22nd in oregon. but im not there rn lolz#either way im late. SORRY !! i forfor to queue on the 20th then i was on planes for like 21 hrs total#well no 5 of those were a layover @ the airport but#ANYWAYYYYY hi future me !!!#Howww was the trip? im on my first (second actually- its 4am of the second day if u coukd the arrival) day in Hong Kong#Its rlly hot and humid so I think im gonna die. BUT ITS ALSO SUPER COOL !!#Even just from the few hours I had out earlier its amazingggg. The lights and the buildings are so cool and theres such a fun but chaotic#atmosphere - idk if its just bcs its a big city or specific to HK?#I loveee large cities in general. New york. Tokyo. HK. thats all of the ones ive been to ig#I havent seen even close to all of HK. Im in central rn but we're goin to other parts later#Dad says the other parts are totally different- Like theres LOADS of gisnt buildings here (WAY MORE THAN U SEE IN ******!!! u know that tho#and theyre almost all residential of the ones I passed. Im sure theres offices n stuff i just didnt see them in the likd 20 minutes cab#ride lolz. U know all tuis already tho#ig what im getting at is HOW WAS THE TRIP !!!!! How was the rest of HK? WHAT WAS KYOTO LIKE??#augh soo many cool things.....#Also also !! Have you learned any mire katakana?#ive JUST learned the vowel line so maybe u lesrned the k line now too?#I cant imagine school is any different. OHH DID U FINISH THE M P 10P COMIC??#I started it and got abt one page done on the plane#I think it should only end up being two or three pages idk#Ohh !! Hows the new meds going !! I think u should have ur blood test done by now so do u know if it helped at all?#I hope soooooooooooo#Mm I think thats all I have to say .... NO WAIT HAVE U HUNG OUT W/ JACKIE??#i rlly want to b friends with her ^.^#Alright Thats all !! HAVE A GOOD DAYYYYYY I LOVE U#queue drop#weather report#WAIT EDIT DID THE TRIGUN VOLUME COME. HOW IS IT
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"Keep it up, kid. I think you're gonna be a star."

Or, alternatively, OCposting with 0 lore as always. Stardew brain go BRRR. ⛷️
#me create#i forgor a few features on them but it was far too late#u cannot stop me from OCposting im sorry#for how much i play stardew i sure dont draw my oc much#u get no lore. the blue is mr qi the other is shane. thats all im gonna say.#you need to unlock a friendship level of comfortable to get oc lore.#farmer oc stardew#i dont wanna tag anything.......augh.#ok fine you get one more information if you read the tags. their name is Francis:)#and they are magical:)#thats two information...
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My son bites
GOODNESS HIM TEEF DO SOME WORK
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“You make me feel safe.” (For Guts, from some lowly peasant who ended up being saved by his ability to slay.)
The remark makes his lip curl in amusement.
Safe?
Him?
He bit back the urge to bark out a laugh at their statement; he was by no means safe. His mere presence was an omen in of itself, a guarantee that those who came across him in his travels would be inevitably swept up in the dark forces that followed him. And yet, he still can't help but mull over their words.
He made them feel safe.
Guts, who was perhaps more beast than man. Guts, who stood from head to toe in the still-steaming blood and gore of an apostle. Guts, who bore the Brand of Sacrifice, the mark that guaranteed he would never know true rest, that he would remain forever hunted and haunted by the darkness.
His thoughts flick back to the image of a young girl some years ago. Abused by her own parents, so desperate for a better life, for love, that she preferred the company of a monster over her own kind. She'd trusted him, even when he had done unspeakable things (he can still remember how their little bodies burned), even when he almost killed her. She trusted him enough to sleep in his lap as though he were her own father.
Some small part of him wonders how she's doing, and the beast reminded himself that she was probably dead by now.
He shook his head at the stranger. "I'm not safe. Never have. Never will be. Just because I saved your sorry ass doesn't mean it's gonna happen again, anyway."
Guts turned to walk away, back into the darkness that always waited for him - but, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, there was that little flickering flame of content that brought warmth to his soul.
#i have no idea who sent this but AUGH sorry this is four morbillion years late..........#born to die as a waste of air; guts#obviously he would NOT make a great father but i love the idea of dad!guts so much. ourghhh. let him be soft... let him be treated softly..#if only for a little while..............#graphic cw#as you can probably tell the lost children arc is one of my fav arcs in the manga#so fucked up we never got an anime adaption of it..........
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iwtv is rly getting to me 😭 I feel sooo bad for claudia no one tell me anything bc idk the book lore + I dont want spoilers but istg she's gonna kill herself in that theatre fire...
#saved from the fire to become a vampire only to die in another one innit.... its so beautifully cyclical#and they keep hinting at it.... augh my heart#the lestat stuff is sooo sad too.. but also i like this new side to louis i like that hes kind of becoming lestat in his absence#so juicy..#armand is so fucking insecure but also i cant hate a bitch with rsd. been there girlie#and YESSSS finally molloy backstory next week... yahoo#its rly nice to have a show to watch weekly. i need to find smth to carry on doing that with when this series ends#anyway... still very sad but it doesnt have such an edge ive been much calmer today#even if i do keep randomly having to put my head in my hands and sniffle a bit. but its not vicious its just kind of echoing#like itll keep spiralling back but itll be a bit lighter every time. so long as nothing else triggers me 👍 touch fucking wood#man it takes it out of me tho im so exhausted#i hope my roommates okay i havent seen her this evening. which is maybe for the best bc i probably wouldve started crying around her#but i did want to small talk a little at least and let her know im really not mad at her and im sorry for the way ive been lately#and we could go from there. even if its not really my fault either. just difficult being a person innit. sigh#but i hope shes ok i miss her#ah i should get ready for bed.. ill probably read a little bc its too early to go to sleep yet#okayyyy bye#.diaries
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