#Dead Spark
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thepiratefish · 1 year ago
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MvT SHIP NAMES!!
Tayrun x Kayla: Sci-Fantasy / Feild Journal
Benny x Champange: Sharpange / Dark Sharpange / Chartreuse / Bampange / Chenny / Dr.Mech / Mechosaur
Vasillia x Heath: Thundercat / Jaguars Bolt
Kate x Mara: Strays / Anemone Flowers / Demon Blade
Kate x Sterling: Starlight / Comets / Battleflame / Unkillable Retrievers
Ulitus x derrible: Sea-Beast / Captians Recruit / Captians Salt Divinebeast / Bookbeast
Fear x Dresden: Withered Viloets / Dead spark
(Inspired by Moon-pizzaV) Benny x Champange x Harold: Comedic Timing / Bickering Flowers / Commercial Break
Kate x Sterling x Mara: Camping / Starlight Sky
Mara x Astra: Hate noise
Astra x Kate x Mara: Midnight Tradgedy
Dresden x Jack bright / Sir Jack bright Cavern Chaos / Bright in darkness / Glowstone / Rock Metal
Alexsis x Dresden: Rocky road / Ragdoll
Jake x Anna: Greenlink
Heath x Voslo:
LightningCrafts
Clayton x Bustar:
Snow Leopard
Harold x Champange:
Whisky
dresden x psychoperdillect
Dresdil / Quartz TV / Dresdillect
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hinamie · 5 months ago
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I don't want to regret the way I lived
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machveil · 1 month ago
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BestFriend!Simon Riley and his big, beautiful brown eyes. he doesn’t think they’re anything special, but he knows you like them. is it playing dirty when Simon looks at you through his eyelashes when he wants something? maybe, but can’t you just let him stay over for the night? he’ll be quiet - he always is. your couch is a little too small for him, you don’t mind him squeezing into bed with you, right?
BestFriend!Simon Riley that has such dark irises they could be mistaken for black. sometimes you can’t tell where his iris stops and his pupil starts. eyes half-lidded, pale eyelashes droopy - Simon’s resting face usually has his eyes looking tired, almost heavy with sleep even when he’s wide awake. if you ignore the way his eyebrows seem to furrow, knitting together for positive and negative emotions alike, his drowsy gaze is almost dreamy - especially when he’s looking at you
BestFriend!Simon Riley who stares at you until you notice. lounging on your couch as you talk to him, your gaze focused on the tv while his is on you. two episodes of your favorite show, that’s how long Simon was able to stare at you before you noticed - you spared him a few glances, but it never really struck you. he cracks a smile when you ask, “Do I have something on my face?”, a deep hum rumbling in his chest as he shifts his gaze to the tv, pale eyelashes catching the light, “Nah, just lookin’.”
BestFriend!Simon Riley that stares at his ceiling at night, legs crossed and arms behind his head. one of the now rare times he isn’t at your place, a rare instance he isn’t cozied up and surrounding you. deep, pitch black eyes in the dark room looking up, eyelids heavily with sleep as he dozes off waiting to march back to your place tomorrow, those big, beautiful brown eyes waiting to look at you as he asks to stay over again
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ellie-makes-mbs · 11 months ago
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name moodboard for “kodi” for anonymous
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startheskelaton · 2 months ago
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Happy dias de los muertos
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justsalpals · 5 months ago
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I'm just saying, everyone with eyes can see that Charles is the kind of repressed bi that'll end up spilling his heart out to someone like
"Yeah my best friend in the whole wide world is such a catch, I dread the day one of the hoards of guys obsessed with him is finally good enough to deserve him (even though that seems literally impossible). Man I wish I was gay because then I could be with Edwin and it would be so easy and nice and he'd be my best friend and my boyfriend and we'd kiss and go on dates and he'd look at me all happy and it's such I shame that I'm not, and I don't want that, because it would be so nice if I wanted that."
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arthursfuckinghat · 3 months ago
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You know, whenever I see the discussions around Jack Marston possibly getting drafted in world war one, I can't help but physically ache at the thought of it.
Jack Marston, born into a gang that honoured freedom above everything, forced to sacrifice everything he has left for war.
Jack Marston, a boy who read about knights and soldiers, now forced to become one in another fight he never asked for.
Jack Marston, raised to be away from a life of violence, but now the world has found a way to drag him back in.
No matter what happens, Jack would have to face a really tragic dilemma. Does he go to war and sacrifice the legacy of freedom he was raised with? The life his family died for? Or refuse and be labeled a criminal, putting his parents to shame and repeating the same cycle his father went through?
It just tragically mirrors the struggle he’s always had - trying to find his own identity outside the legacy of John Marston, and the violence that came with it. But he's being pulled back in, no matter what he chooses.
He was never made for the violence that shaped his parents' life.
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cenpede · 1 year ago
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Opens my sketchbook and shows you all my silly lines on paper
Pls click idk why the quality suddenly went ass up
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derpiedoxie · 2 years ago
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Mood
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Full drawing!
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ricksmarlene · 7 months ago
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You're the love of my life. I'm Yours.
RICK & MICHONNE GRIMES' RELATIONSHIP PARALLELS
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jjyo--01 · 7 months ago
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you’re edwin payne. you’re a british schoolboy in the 1910s and you keep to yourself, mostly. you find your penny novels more interesting than people. there’s one boy who seems to like you but you’re too afraid to talk to him lest you make a fool of yourself. you fall asleep one night, unaware that anything might be amiss. you’re violently wrested from your slumber and dragged away scared and confused. your kidnappers are your classmates and they gag you and pin you down. one familiar boy starts chanting and—oh god, what are they calling you? you struggle against them but their grips are just too tight and before you know it the room is silent. you glimpse something crawling in a dark corner. so do they. now it’s your captors’ turn to be scared. in an instant, they’re gone, combusted into flames at a single touch. a demon reveals itself to you and you beg for mercy, for your life. it’s the only thing you can do. but the demon isn’t interested in sparing you, and he drags you down to hell.
at least he said he was sorry.
now you’re in hell. you think you’re dead, but you’re not. the demon is there too, and now he owns you. you think you’re dreaming—no, not dreaming. this is a nightmare you’ll wake up from at any moment. but the more time passes, the less faith you have that this is true. the demon says he doesn’t want you, he has no use for a living human. and so you find yourself alone, tethered in darkness while the demon searches for a trader. he finds one, and you’re brought out to meet him. this demon is different from the one who brought you here, you can feel it. more evil, more sinister. nevertheless, you attempt to take it in stride. you extend a hand and introduce yourself. the demon takes your hand with a hungry grin and you are transported in the blink of an eye. you find yourself in a poorly lit, dingy room with hallways of equal quality stretching and connecting with each other as far as you can see.
it’s eerily quiet and you instinctively know something is wrong. you stand and survey your surroundings. there’s no one here except you. but there is something. a massive lump sits in a dark corner, covered in shadows. you can’t get a proper look at it, but you don’t dare draw any closer. it shifts it’s position and you hear the clanging of a thousand pieces of glass. now you’re confused, but you’re not curious enough to investigate. you need to find a way out of here as quickly as possible, so you make a break for it. you ignore the thing and duck through the nearest hallway as fast as your slippers will take you. then you trip and fall, not quite stifling a sharp cry. you’ve scraped your knees and your palms are bleeding. but it’s no matter, you’ll force your way through the pain.
you realize you’re lost so you turn back, but you freeze before taking your first step. the thing that you couldn’t get a good look at is standing in the doorway, blotting out what little light shone through. it starts crawling toward you—slowly at first, but it picks up speed. the clanging rings in your ears and fear strikes through your heart. you run, but it’s faster than you. god, it’s faster than you. then your leg snags and a shooting pain runs up your body. you look down and see dozens of tiny limbs clawing at your skin, ripping it apart. you hear yourself scream, a bone-chilling, bloodcurdling scream with which you didn’t know your lungs were capable. it’s tearing into your body now. your arms, your torso, your chest. blood fills your throat and then you can’t scream anymore. you feel like you’re on fire. the last thing you see is a head made of a dozen glass faces.
and then you die.
and then you wake.
you see the same dark room as before. you clutch your stomach, the one that had just been ripped out, though the skin is now unmarred. your chest is similarly intact, as is your throat. there is no evidence that you’ve been mauled to shreds, but you feel it in your soul. your body remembers it too. just as you’re coming back to your senses, you hear the creature clambering back through the hall closer to you. you make yourself as small as possible, but it’s dragging something along with it. you squint, and see the most gruesome sight imaginable. it’s you. it’s your body, mangled and broken, covered in blood, hardly recognizable. your gut twists and you feel dizzy. that’s you. it was you. but now you’re here, and your body is there. so what does that make you? you don’t have time to think before your let out an involuntary sob. something squeezes around your heart as you realize your grave mistake. the creature turns its focus onto you. you know what’s about to happen and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
you’re edwin payne. yesterday, you were reading your favorite book instead of listening to a lecture. now you’re in hell, and this is your unspeakable reality for the next 73 years.
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niamh-writes-things · 6 months ago
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hang on a sec, what if instead of dead boy detectives we had vampire boy detectives!
Edwin's circumstances of death would have to be different of course, but Charles can have the same but instead of chilling and waiting for him to die Edwin bites him.
as undead beings they can still see ghosts and all and therefore still try to help them. their reasoning is that they are trying to balance out the evil they do when biting people. they probably have a policy of only biting animals or proper bad guys like murderers and abusers and people who are dicks to women, and they probably steal from the hospital every so often. as much as i like my crazy murder guys, edwin and charles just arent like that, they would want to avoid biting people as much as possible and try to avoid it until they absoloutely have to.
this would make the dynamic with Esther really interesting. she would probably say something like "how are we any different, you feed on the blood of humans, killing them, and my snake feeds on little girls, killing them and giving me beauty!" and instead of an iron cane and an iron collar it's silver. when charles has to go into the snake pit he can just smell all the blood from the girls and he can have a mini crisis.
also they would probably have to rent a room because people can actually see them. jenny probably just thinks theyre fellow alternative people. niko and crystal would definately be a bit afraid, but warm up to them. the interactions with the cat king would have much more tension and stuff.
the story would probably get much darker as our boys actively kill people, but the threat of the knight nurse and edwin returning to hell wouldnt be there. it would probably be replaced with what if one of them is staked, or if we still want the night nurse, she's after them because they werent supposed to be turned, they were supposed to di and go to their seperate afterlifes and she's trying to trick them into goingt to their afterlifes anyway via some kind of magic or a deal with death or something. again with the show being darker, maybe when theyre on a case theres a guy whom was accidentally killed by his abusive father and charles goes a bit mental on him.
charles still gets his crisis because hey, his dad enjoyed inflicting pain on others and he feeds on blood which causes pain so are they the same? can he ever really be a good person as a vampire? is he a horrible person like his dad was?
OOOh and clothes! edwin can keep his outfit because he just isnt comfortable in modern clothes but charles probably embraces the campire aesthetic and goes even more punky than he already is
guys i'm gonna be honest i just really like vampires and i really like dbd and now i need to write a new fanfic
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peonypyxels · 1 year ago
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ellie-makes-mbs · 1 year ago
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name moodboard for “emily” for anonymous
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fictionadventurer · 9 months ago
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Thinking about Rory Williams. What a character.
The completely ordinary man who doesn't become extraordinary, but is already extraordinary.
The coma nurse who can watch over patients becomes a guardian who watches over the love of his life for two-thousand years.
A man being faithful to one woman makes him one of the greatest heroes in history.
Being good, kind, honorable and faithful is a higher kind of virtue than the Doctor's flashy cleverness.
He didn't need to become a hero. He was a hero and got to prove it when put in extraordinary circumstances.
Just a fantastic character.
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captainqster · 2 months ago
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"He said that if you make a thousand cranes, you will have a wish granted. ...A child's tale."
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