#But I will break them both

[myriadparacosm]

SMALL DROP OF Ambrosia (Chap.6 of Black Beats Black - Hanahaki)

Just a little glimpse of a short scene (:

“Sometimes I wish he had killed me.”

Sirius blinked, shifting ever so slightly even when their noses are already close to smooch. Remus wanted to gently bite it, pinch it or pet it up to the bridge before kissing, but he stayed put. He loved the proximity and he kept his eyes on his canopy. Sharing a bed was starting to be tricky as they grew up but it brought the chance to stay close, in an almost embrace, where their skins meet and their breaths play together in the quiet night.

“I don’t,” he simply replied.

They always had muffliato spells when they joined one or the other in a bed, simply to talk or bask in their presence. Sirius had always been fond of touch but he only acted on it after the winter break of their first year; it started with James then he grew confident to try his luck around Remus and Peter. They never did much outside from just laying beside each other, sometimes they hug when one can’t calm down and they might have fallen asleep once or twice like that. Remus hoped it would be one of these moments again but he kept his body still.

He roughly cleared his throat, blinking in the dark and breathing in the slight smell of ink and fresh honey that followed Sirius. His arm itched and thrumed menacingly, especially where the scar of the bite had sunken under new ones.

“I wouldn’t be a monster.”

“You would be dead,” Sirius pointed out and swallowed, echoing unconsciously into Remus because their whole bodies are weld and warm. “You are not a monster Moony. This bastard is. But you’re better.”

“You don’t understand,” he argued.

The first time Remus had shifted, he woke up in a pool of blood without real conscience of what is real. He figured that he died and a large part had wished so behind his nebulous eyes. The one side that might have hoped to live had been torned off from his body, leaving a false arm in its stead - mangled and gnarled into a gross piece of flesh.

Greyback’s bite disappeared under it but it still slithered to grab Remus by his throat. His whole arm is a mess of scars despite the intense healing his father tried, giving him back his arms but not his will. This spot where the bite was is always the focus of Moony on very bad nights before attacking somewhere else.

“Then, I would die too.”

“What?”

His eyes turned blurry at his hasty glance, finally taking in the sight of Sirius tucked right against him. Dangerously close on his single pillow and gripping all his thoughts with a grin. Two little moons stared at Remus, glimmering and so silver it’s uneasy but he would drink it in. There was no cold living under thick black lashes. He had always hated the moon after getting bitten except for these two small ones that smile, laugh and whine like pure magic.

“I wouldn’t want to live if you didn’t. I won't be happy.”

His words were clear. So simple that Remus got his breath shaken and trembling for a minute. Sirius’ lips fell shut in a crooked manner, almost shy and yet bold, calling him to challenge - just I dare you.

“You would,” Remus replied, ignoring his laboring heart and the gasps under his skin where the beast crawls. “Not much would change if I wasn't here. You wouldn’t even know that I’m not here.”

“I would,” he argued without any argument.

“You would have never heard of me-”

“I would still miss you,” Sirius cut and this time their nose kissed. “Moony, I would always know that something is missing. Even if I don’t meet you at your glorious scrawny eleven years old or years later, decades, centuries. I will know. You are not here and I won't be happy until you are. It doesn't feel right.”

Remus swallowed the incessant desire to wolf Sirius. “You wouldn’t know,” he weakly said as their breaths restarted together.

Sirius didn’t laugh. He didn’t smile. His lips curled in a trembling way and he blinked with a mist. One of his feet slightly brushed Remus’ ankle as his eyes fell shut, head tucked against his.

“I will always wait and look for you. Even in another universe, Remus.”

They are still in the same universe, less than a year later, but strangers. Remus thinks that he still knows Sirius. He hopes so, but he doesn't quite know.

This chapter is already 30 pages long and I'm not even half-done (: (help)

(I'm looking for a beta-reader for this story, and maybe others, if someone enjoyed this short passage)

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Monty and TADC Gummigoo are so alike!

[wishfulsketching]

This is what the dynamic was like

[ppeanutz]

this has probably happened in the marvel canon hasn't it.

support me on ko-fi

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[elyfonart]

First kisses ain't always easy...

[ohbeauregard]

You take a moment to take stock of where she resides within your essence. She can only see what you want her to see.

[thebrainrotsreal]

Random musings about an episode where Spectra disguised herself as a student, rather than a counselor to sow misery within the high school! Spreading gossip, being outright malicious, shattering friendships, and all that jazz! Plus, using that fact she looks like a teen against Danny, since unless cornering her, he couldn't fight her without looking like he's attacking a random student.

[sockiepuppetry]

So apparently in the Ralph breaks the internet concept art, Calhoun and Felix were going to have biological children

I love that they went with adoption instead but this would've been interesting, so I decided to make some designs for slightly older versions of them.

[antxnous]

i spent 15 real minutes looking for the fire axe

[expelliarmus]

[shorthaltsjester]

watching the sdcc panel and i am just very :) about how sweet their answers to “what are some of the micro moments from the game that have stuck with you the most over the years?” are. taliesin saying what the fuck is up with that which was the first like The Party Gets To Know Each Other moments of c3. travis saying asking his wife if he could kiss her in campaign. marisha going way back to the cannonball competition in campaign one. ashley choosing the beauyasha date but also just the silly goat noise matt made. liam adding onto that to compliment matt roleplaying grass so well and then saying his favourite moment was writing a story for laura and reading it to her as caleb for jester. and then matt saying that was his answer, and that his favourite moments of the game are when they find ways to give gifts to each other whether tangible or not. and sam saying his favourite moments have less to do with the story and is more so when he can just. see his friends across the table from him. when marisha perches and when laura and ashley are (badly) drawing dicks and liam saying he loves when sam sneezes and ashley tells him to stop it and just. yeah. they Are an extremely popular online powerhouse, but i’m so happy that they’re also friends building a world together out of gifts to and love for one another.

like i Am so enamoured with the characters and the world of exandria but the moments when you can feel the love that those people have for each other reach out from behind the stained glass of their performances (to steal a metaphor from brennan lee mulligan) are so extremely special and i am endlessly grateful that they decided to share their silly little home game with the world.

[north-noire]

we're stuck in the middle of nowhere, but it could be worse.

[whimsicalsesquipedalian]

Y’all I’m literally never going to be okay about Simon and Betty.

Simon realising that their whole relationship he hadn’t been examining why Betty always followed him because he was too focused on his love for her and not what she really needed. Not what they both really needed.

The devastating parallel of Betty being so blindly in love with Simon that she willingly and unthinkingly always put him first. And Simon being so blindingly in love with Betty that he saw her being happy and so never thought to fucking question whether those were the right decisions to make. Enabling them every time because they were in love and that was what she wanted, right? She wanted to be with him. She loved him. She was happy. So why would he think it should be any different?

And Betty reassuring Simon that she made her own choices. That he didn’t hold her anywhere. That he never forced her to be with him, or put him first. That she made those decisions and that she didn’t have any regrets. But that they both had to let this go because as long as they were focused on each other neither of them were ever going to be able to have the life they needed.

That they had both been trapped for so long carving pieces of themselves out for other people. Betty in her blind devotion when it came to Simon. Simon in his belief that his crimes as the Ice King, and that all the ways he had let down Betty, meant the only purpose and worth he could have was in sacrificing himself for others.

That they both deserved self-possession and the ability to find autonomy and actualisation as individuals. That they deserved to make their own choices, the good and the bad, and just live without the blind devotion, and guilt, and sacrifice that was going to trap them in this loop forever.

That they meant everything to each other, but that now they needed to mean everything to themselves. That the only way forward was on different paths, but that they both deserved that. That they were able to show each other that they deserved that.

That Simon gets to live now.

I will never be okay about this show. Or these two.

[loves2spwge]

they just want to be one...

commissions @jolyonvane did for me where i asked if he could please please please make stan look as desperate and exhausted as he usually does but is being kept together by all his love for his sbf kyle

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

An unbothered queen has entered, and subsequently left.

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