#Sorry if it's bad

[jel-randombooth]

Jean-Andoche Junot edit🫡

[writingescapades]

Borrowed Heart

A/N: Not sure how happy I am with this....

The walk back was eerily quiet. Pinocchio was too used to the clanking sounds of puppets or the thuds of monsters inhabiting the streets of Krat. Now, as they walked back with the morning sun, Pinocchio felt on edge for the first time in his journey.

They had to stop often because Sophia was unused to her puppet body. Pinocchio offered to carry her back, but Sophia wanted to stand on her own after so many years. She wanted to feel the streets in this new body and familiarize herself with home once again. Home. Where even was home now? The hotel was the end goal, but what was left there for them, for him? It was destroyed, half burnt, and Lady Antonia was dead.

“The sun feels warm,” Sophia’s surprised voice cut through Pinocchio’s thoughts.

He glanced at the rising sun, then back to her. He could feel wisps of the sun’s warmth, but never had he closed his eyes and felt it as she did. She did not look at all like the Sophia he knew, but he supposed she was there.  

“I suppose it’s because I have more memories and experiences then you,” she surmised, and her eyes opened to look at him.

Instantly, Pinocchio sat down, crossed his arms, and felt the sunlight, missing Sophia’s wry smile. Slowly the sun gently coated his face and its warmth seeped into his clothes. It was, nice. Good. Why hadn’t he done this before? Maybe, if he was good, his father—.

Pinocchio sat up, walked away from the sun’s light, and took out his rapier. Sophia frowned but got up to join him. They walked back in silence once more. After a while, Sophia dared to start a conversation with the puppet.

“It’s so nice to meet you in person”.

Finally we meet, son.

Pinocchio nodded.

“I’m excited to meet everyone in person!”

When they returned, Polendina would welcome them as guests. Eugenie might have more to say to Sophia, but she might also decide to leave. Lorenzini might leave too. Who would be left to meet them?

“Pinocchio’s sweetheart is someone you should definitely meet,” chirped Gemini.

“Oh yes!” Sophia exclaimed. “It would be a dream to see the two of you together!”

It’s a dream come true seeing you like this.

She looked at the puppet, expecting to see his usual bashful face looking away. Pinocchio did look away, but his eyes were somber.

What should he do if everyone left? Should he go with them? What was there for him, a puppet without an objective? Maybe he would just return to the train cart he woke up in. Sit there and wait till he was called again, till he was needed.

Misunderstanding Pinocchio’s expression, Sophie gently patted his shoulder.

“I’m sure she’s safe, young one”.

Were you safe? Even though the puppet frenzy had stopped, there was still miasma in the air. What would make you stay?

Seeing as her words failed to make any change in the puppet, Sophia allowed silence to settle between them. When they finally approached the hotel, the sun was starting to set. As the two puppets climbed up the stairs, they could see a crowd of people lingering outside the door.

“There he is!” Eugenie’s voice cried out.

Suddenly Pinocchio found himself surrounded by all the hotel residents. Shouts of relief and laughter cocooned them, but Pinocchio could hardly make out one word from another. It was all too much. He placed a hand on his head but didn’t understand what to do.

“That’s enough,” a familiar voice called out. “Pinocchio is tired”.

At the revelation of hearing a puppet become tired, the group peered at the puppet hard and saw that your words were true. Instantly the tone shifted, and Pinocchio found himself being led by a stream of arms into the hotel. He didn’t know what happened next.

When his eyes next opened, he found himself in the dark. His eyes instantly adjusted, and he sat up. He was in a room. He felt the sensation of a hand on his head and snapped his head in the direction of the arm. You were gently smiling at him, but your eyebrows were tense and your lips thin.

Looking at you, Pinocchio felt guilt flood his system. You didn’t leave. The others didn’t leave. Polendina still remembered him.

He saw you open your mouth, but before you could say anything, his own words fell out.

“I killed my papa”.

He saw your face shift and could pinpoint some of the expressions. Surprise, confusion, and something else.

Again your mouth opened to speak, and again Pinocchio cut you off.

“I am guilty”.

He looked down and spoke the next words quietly. “I understand if you despise me”. I understand why some people despise me.

“Oh Pinocchio,” he heard you say and felt your arms wrap around his head. “What happened?”

The story came out, little by little. At times Pinocchio did not have the vocabulary to express what he went through and could only gesticulate or bring up moments in stories he read. Still, you managed to peace together the story and a sudden fury overtook you. It was too bad Geppetto had died by his own creation, you would have loved to take such honours. You looked at Pinocchio. Although he allowed you to hold him, he did not submit to your affections with the same relish and ease you were accustomed to. He sat there, awaiting judgement.

You had to think carefully over your words now. Pinocchio would forever live with them. But what do you tell a being whose entire purpose was to serve others?

“The problem with being human, Pinocchio, is that decisions have consequences. No one, but us can bear these consequences. You made the decision to save yourself. Your father made the decision to save your heart”.

“Not my heart,” Pinocchio whispered.

“Carlo’s dead,” you snapped, and Pinocchio turned to you, surprise in his face with the sudden anger you displayed.

You gently wrapped your hands around Pinocchio’s face. He could feel the warmth of your hands and relaxed when he saw the anger fading from your face.

“From head to foot, I only see my Pinocchio”.

Pinocchio looked at you and gave a weak smile. You knew it would take a long time before Pinocchio could truly believe in your words, but at least for the moment, he stopped blaming himself. Instead, he let you guide him back to the bed and wrap the blankets around him once more. Before you could leave him to rest, his hand shot out and latched onto your arm.

“Don’t leave”.

There was something deeper in his voice, and though it worried you, you didn’t hesitate to join him. In a familiar manner, Pinocchio wrapped himself around you and lay his head on your chest. He could hear your heart quietly beat. As his eyes closed, a little smile spread and a thought fluttered by. My heart is right here.

[kanashi-aivy]

In our country (Philippines) there's this belief that every first rain In May is what church uses for holy water.

There's no classes in rad because of the weather conditions, demons are adviced to stay at home.

Mc/You went to purgatory hall and texted solomon

Mc: Solomon come outside

Solomon: Mc? Why are you in the rain?

Mc: just come with me

Solomon went outside to met you in the pouring rain, both of you getting drenched by the water.

Solomon we are still human whatever we did in the past or going to do in the future, and no one can take that away from us.

[lanterness]

My first post :)

I tried to draw nyx from Hades

[moonyfr]

Forget-me-nots (Jegulus one-shot)

(326 Words)

Every Saturday since James read about Regulus' death in the daily prophet, he'd gone to the ocean.

Every Saturday since James read Regulus had been killed for trying to leave the death eaters, he'd brought a flowers. Forget-me-nots.

Every Saturday since James read that Regulus didn't even have a body to bury, he put the flowers in the water.

This Saturday was no different.

Once James was done with all his duties for the day he apparated to the shore he always went to. It had been a long day, the stars were already shining bright in the sky by the time he arrived. He walked over the sand, flowers in hand, and sat down by the water, the waves occasionally drifting over his feet. He looked at the water, saw the stars that reflected themselves in it, and looked up at the actual stars in the sky, letting out a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment.

He began talking, about his day, what he'd done, how he felt about it. Pretending as if Regulus was there to hear it. For a moment he let himself believe that was true. That Regulus wasn't dead. That they never broke up, because Regulus was never a death eater. That they were on the same side of this stupid war. That they still talked regularly, and that Regulus was sitting beside him, listening to him talk now. But when he opened his eyes again, Regulus wasn't there. Of course not. Regulus was dead. There wasn't even a body.

He sighed and and lifted his hand, gently letting the flowers down on the water. Watching as they float away, imagining that maybe, somehow, they'd find their way to Regulus anyway, before he stood up and apparated home again. Knowing that was unrealistic and childish. What he didn't know was that somewhere, under the water of a dark cave, lay Regulus body with blue petals in it's hair.

[0lympian-c0uncil]

Rhea: I'm so glad your back... Hades!

Hades: Y-you actually said my name!

Rhea: Hades! Ha-Des? Heh! It's such a funny sounding name!

Hades: ....huh?

Rhea: Your so creative Aidoneus!

[nothingtoseehere1-2-3]

links to my fanfictions (some may not be as good, especially the TanKana ones, i was very new and inexperienced ;-;)

(NOT IN ORDER)

tagging: @iamunabletothinkofablogname and @randomexistingthing ^^

The true meaning of strength (Akaza x f!y/n angst)

Obanai x f!yn

TanKana (tanjiro x kanao)

TanKana fic pt2

the rhythm of the human heart (Gojo x f!y/n)

Shiina and milo angst fic

and that's all! enjoy mooties <3333

[ilovereadingandstuff]

In Honor of Izuku Midoriya

The Greastest forgotten Hero

How will...

...The Story End?

Edit: I updated the drawing I made by fixing the hair and shading.

[cannibalspicnic]

Commander "I'm dropping hints that I banged your mom" Pelia

[a-spy-in-hisui]

Dimensional Discussion

"Hey, Marc."

"?"

"Have you ever thought about... well, before ?"

"... You mean, my life before Hisui ?"

"Y-yes. If you don't want to talk about it, I understand ! I was just nosy-"

"It's alright, don't worry, Akari. And as for your question, yes I do. Every night, for one hour before going to sleep, and almost everyday, when something reminds me of them."

"L-like what ?"

"I dunno. Situations, people, my Pokemon, the colors..."

"Colors ?"

"Yes. Red, yellow and pink. I don't know what they represent exactly, but one thing for sure is that I love them very much and never had a dull time with them."

"Wowzers, really ?!"

"Yup ! But enough talking about me. Let's talk about you."

"M-me ?!"

"Yes. We're in the same boat, except that you don't even remember your name. I'm sure that if we talk a bit, something will come back."

"How d'you know for sure ?"

"I don't. But at least we will try. So, you told me that Cyndaquil reminded you of something. Was it due to the shades, or..."

When Marc fell into this parallel Hisui, he was surprised about the differences, but the main one was that Rei doesn't have a twin sister and that he didn't fall from the sky, no. Instead, it was a child named Akari, who landed on Prelude Beach and not the Obsidian Fields. He thought that this Akari would look the same as the one back here, but Arceus, he was wrong.

Instead of a bold girl with black hair and grey eyes, instead he finds a shy and quiet child a bit older than him with black-purple hair and piercing yellow eyes.

Because the two are not good at breaking the ice, it took the two starters to push them to each other to begin to talk. And once they did, it really blossomed, with Akari asking most of the questions while Marc (being the usual know-it-all he still is) gladly answers while the two Pokemon run behind them.

Akari (well, this one) belongs to @applesjuice, with their permission.

Marc is not my character officially, but the story and idea is mine.

[number1finnsimp]

Kabukimono/Kunikuzushi is my favorite type of Scaramouche

Bro was so innocent to the point he doesn't understand the concept of death and diseases-

Kabuki/Kuni: You betrayed me!!

The child: Wdym I literally died from sickness 😭💀

Niwa: *dies*

Kabuki/Kuni: You... You betrayed me--

Dottore: Surprise, little porcelain ahh puppet, I'm the who killed him 💀

But anyways, I just love his design and personality before he became Scaradookie

[p-rtyboy]

† Chióthro stimboard

Pt: Chióthro stimboard /end pt

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[pizza-games-and-more]

PTTS Bonus Episode

I came up with a horrifying idea right before going to sleep. It's set in the PTTS universe, but its genuinely terrifying tone (we're talking straight-up horror) clashes so much with the rest of it that I can't make it part of the series.

So consider it an unaired episode that was completed but didn't make it to the public until the DVD release as a bonus feature. It is considered non-canon.

And yes, of course it focuses on Vigi and Maria because I can't take my mind off those two lately.

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Title: "Bad Spirits"

Season: 3

Summary: Maria hears of rumors about a cursed area in the forest. It's said that any life that enters it never comes out. But that can't be true. People have exited that area. Sure, they were terrified, but the rumors must have been an exaggeration. So she turns it into a fun, spooky camping trip with Vigi. However, she finds out there was a little bit of truth to the rumor...

Notes: You ready for this? Good, let's keep reading.

As the two set up camp, they're not really taking it all that seriously. They're just having a laugh, sharing stories about scarier stuff they've encountered, and just having a fun time overall.

However, things change that night when Vigi begins to feel a little... off. At first, he starts to feel a massive headache that he tries to shrug off. But then, it starts to get worse and worse, and his senses start to come loose before he collapses.

As Maria moves him to a cozy area of the tent, believing him to be sick, she ends up going to sleep herself nearby...

But Vigi isn't asleep. He's panicking in this state. He can't move or speak or even open his eyes. He can feel his own body, but nothing else. And all sounds that enter his ears sound extremely distant.

All sounds... except one. His grandfather's ghost appears to him, sounding comforting but still obviously terrified for him. He tells him that there's a lot of ghosts out here. Bad ones. And one of them has taken an interest in him and is weakening his soul so it can take over his body.

Unfortunately, John E. Cheese is unable to drag the bad spirit out of his grandson due to how different these ghosts are, so all he can do is encourage him to hold out and fight back until he can find a way to help him.

Vigi holds out for as long as he can, but eventually ends up being taken over, only able to watch where his body's walking towards.

And it's walking towards the lake.

John wakes Maria up, tells her who he is and what's happening to Vigi. Maria immediately rushes to save him.

As a possessed Vigi stands right next to the lake, he's given a good look at it. There's skeletons and remains of rotten vegetables at the bottom, and frothy yellow foam at the top. So many people have been possessed and led to their deaths in that lake, and he was next.

Before his body takes a step in, though, Maria tackles him and pins him to the ground, yelling at the evil ghost taking over his body.

She tries and tries to will Vigi's soul back to strength, but it's useless. As it seems all hope is lost, a magical bolt descends from the sky and hits Vigi, expelling the ghost taking him over.

As Vigi's eyes close and he hears Maria screaming his name, he swears he can see someone standing in a nearby tree holding a magic staff...

Much later, Vigi wakes up at home. He's back in control of his body. Maria's right next to him, looking overjoyed. The two discuss what happened. Apparently, he's been out for days while his soul recovered. Maria hadn't left his side all that time.

He reminds himself never to go there ever again, before thanking Maria for being there for him and stopping the evil ghost from killing him.

[dermatophagiac]

petplay but instead of being a general pet, you are your owners service dog and/or guard dog

[o3ovan]

'sup bitches

sorry i've been gone for so long lol

anyways, bloons stuf