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kinda insane that dan and phil are going on tour again and starting in my city. im not going but i can feel the sinister energy in the air. im looking forward to seeing how theyll torture their audience on my dash
#i debated going for 5 minutes for the nostalgia#but i went to dans tour out of nostalgia#and while i did enjoy myself#i was also sitting there 'huh. ive outgrown him' WHICH IS FUNNY TO THINK ABOUT A. WHAT. 30YO NOW?#but yeah very funny that i stopped being depressed and thus dont relate to dans 'were all doomed heehee' energy anymore#me and my sunshine personality now 'well that sounds dark dan. i dont think thats true. doesnt sound very relatable'#insanely funny awareness to come to in the middle of a youtuber liveshow
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Happy birthday to the boy who changed the fate★
Axel [10/29] & Eve by @ari-cuno
Anko by groovygladiatorsheep
Crazy Lace by clownyclowns
Esther by orange-dreamzer
Flicker by bluepallilworld
#zu art#comic#birthday#adult!aim#axel#eve#anko#crazy lace#esther#flicker#ship kids#undertale#undertale au#utmv#what if#headcanon#me: ok it is time for a happy present—#my brain: angst.#me: *head in hands*#let's pretend they did enjoy the stars after that xp#(the Outertale idea of yours was niccce ˚✧₊⁎)#I had several (not canon) ideas while drawing this:#1) what if Axel knew he had to meet Aim? like it was scripted and his parents are pretty much aware of the scripts... ☆#2) what if their adult timeline is just their child versions having fun with drawings? >:D#(at this point I got mad at myself and was back to drawing their lil big family <3)#hopefully you like it! (*´∀`*)
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Bonus 6: Dress-up
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#better drawn mdzs#mdzs#bonus comic#lan wangji#wei wuxian#Its the dawn of a new arc! Which means a new day! And new outfits for our duo as chosen by all of you!#Bte; mxtx never said lwj *wasn't* wearing lingerie under his hanfu the entire time so....#It makes him feel confident! And he enjoys it! AND he looks good in it.#wwx has NOT yet noticed. He keeps looking away to give lwj privacy while he changes. This is slightly devastating to lwj#at the end of the day he's wearing it for himself but he would like to be acknowledged.#I had a blast drawing this one! Lots of reference searching but I find that part kind of fun too.#I originally was going to have references to all the outfit options but oh man it got cluttered.#I did NOT trust myself to colour in the floor. My markers are getting dry & i wasn't sure about colours.#Thank you all for support with the polls! And for all the very sweet fan art and outfit propaganda!#This one is for all the people who wanted to vote for bikini lwj. Blows you a kiss (platonic).
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Who did you leave behind?
(if boatem after joining scar's crew tattoo/paint or just cut an identical scar as Scar on their arms bc pirate crew amirite)(yes this is a one piece reference)(yes I will continue doing them)(yes I don't care)
#pirates smp#goodtimeswithscar#mumbo jumbo#grian#pearlescentmoon#impulsesv#boatem#my art#hermitblr#pirates boatem#<- gonna start using this tag for all the art i make about them bc im probably making a shit ton#havent done self-indulgent fully rendered stuff in a while enjoy thumbs up#i miss boatem sm this hurt my own soul why did i do this to mysELF
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So, despite some faults, I really enjoyed totk, and on its anniversary I want to say something about it. Other people have said similar things before but it’s really important to me and actually a big part of why the story of totk was meaningful to me, so I want to also say it:
Zelda needed to come back from draconification. The story needed that. It wasn’t lazy and just ignoring “consequences” because (imo) that was the *point*
The point is to feel like there are going to be terrible consequences and then say actually, no. You can come back from this, with the help of other people.
To me at least, that was the theme of the whole story.
If botw was about how the world goes on past loss and grief and starts to heal (how flowers grow in the ruins and the world can be beautiful again, be worth saving, even if it has changed)…then totk was about a more personal kind of healing.
The weight of the world should not be on your shoulders alone…you, alone, should not have to fix everything…you should not have to sacrifice yourself, but when you do, someone will be there to save you from it.
This turned into a really long ramble so:
You (Link) gained so much and now it’s gone. It feels like you’re back to where you started and yet you know you have to do it all again…you were weak and you failed and you’re weaker now���but
You go down to the surface. Monsters swarm across it once again. Other people are fighting them too though. You help, but it’s not just you…
You go to the Rito, the Gorons, the Zora, the Gerudo…just like with the divine beasts, there are friends who help you save each region. But this time, part of them comes along with you when you leave. It’s nice, you realize, the first time one of them protects you from a monster you weren’t prepared for. You’re still weaker than you were before, but someone has your back…
When you go up to the sky you see a strange new dragon there. There’s something about them that feels familiar. You try not to think about it.
You go down to the depths too. It’s terrifying at first. You hate it. You only want to get what you came for and get out of the dark….but slowly, the light grows. You get stronger. The dark feels like a challenge you can face (and someone has your back).
There are spirits down there. You don’t know when they’re from, but some part of you wonders…are these all the people you let die in the Calamity? (You help them find rest from their wandering. The weight on your shoulders feels a little less heavy).
There’s so much gloom. The first few times the sky turns red and hands chase you (a reminder of what you’ve lost, how you failed) you just run. Eventually though, you have to fight. It feels like the (second) worst day of your life again. But you manage to get free of the grasping gloom and stand and fight, as wild and desperate as it is. Beneath the manifestation of your worst fears, there’s another thing to fight, but this time it has a face (a voice in the back of your head says…you know this isn’t all on you and your failure…it’s really Ganon’s fault right?). You get through it.
At every turn in your travels, it seems like something reminds you of Zelda. Her passion, her curiosity, her kindness. You miss her.
At first, the tears you find reassure you. She may be in the past, but she’s safe. She’ll come back somehow…but then you hear the word draconification for the first time. You want to believe she wouldn’t do it but you know her and the fear sits cold inside you. (Zelda is a lot of things. She’s been allowed to be more of them, since she was freed from her hundred year battle, without her father holding her back. But deep down inside her, there’s a vein of self-sacrifice that still runs strong. It’s what saved the world before, after all).
She did it. She really did it. She’s gone from you (from Hyrule) forever, and it’s all your fault. If only you hadn’t failed so utterly in the battle (you can hardly even call it that) under the castle. If only you’d caught her. If only you hadn’t let the sword break. You should have protected her you should have been better it’s all your fault and now she has to live with the consequences, forever. Everything really is on you, you should have been better.
(Zelda POV: you couldn’t call upon Hylia’s power in time, you were too content to let it wither and fade away from you, ready to be free of it. You shouldn’t have. He got hurt, the sword got hurt, it’s your fault…Sonia and Rauru help you channel it again, Sonia helps you learn how to turn back time…but you don’t save her. She dies because you couldn’t save her. Rauru dies not long after. There is no one left to guide you, once again. You could spend years trying to figure it out on your own. But you did that last time. It didn’t work. Self-sacrifice, stepping in front of someone you love, that worked. (You do what you can, to call upon the sages, to help Link in the future, first). And then you swallow the stone. You’ve come a long way, in the past five years, allowing yourself to exist. But in the end, self-sacrifice worked last time. It’ll work this time too.)
You (Link) go down beneath the castle. You were supposed to bring the sages but you didn’t. It’s nice, for someone to have your back. But no one else should get hurt to fix your mistakes.
They follow you anyway. They fight with you, against the hordes, against the greatest enemies you defeated together, along the way. They’ll have your back, even if you don’t think you deserve it.
You fight Ganondorf, and then the demon king, in the hardest battle of your life. You think it’s over and then the demon king decides it’s better to lose himself completely than let you win. You’re exhausted and afraid of yet another battle, but up there in the sky, when you’re falling, the Light Dragon catches you (you wonder why she changed her path to catch you, you wonder if there’s still something of Zelda left in there to save). With her help, you win.
And then you’re in some other realm. The spirits of Sonia and Rauru are there. You remember how the two of them and Zelda channeled such incredible power together. You think about Recall. Turning something back to the memory of what it was before, like Sonia said. You stand with them and you allow yourself to hope. Maybe the Light Dragon can remember the form she took so long ago, the person that she was.
And then you’re falling, and Zelda is falling, but this time you catch her. You catch her. She’s back home with you, finally, finally.
And maybe, one mistake doesn’t have to be the end of the world. You don’t have to be perfect. Sometimes, someone else can stand with you, and it’ll all turn out alright. (You can put the weight of the world on your shoulders, you can sacrifice yourself, but someone will be there to catch you, someone will be there to pull you back to yourself, when all is said and done).
#loz#tears of the kingdom#Link#Zelda#I will say also that I think part of the reason totk is special to me is very personal#like when it came out I was still struggling with the worst burnout of my life#I had had a few months of exhaustion between January and March and in May that exhaustion was still sticking to me#it was hard to get out of bed hard to do anything I felt so tired that I almost felt sick but I wasn’t sick#and the thing is Zelda games are my biggest special interest#and having a new one to play like genuinely I’m not joking it gave me bsck so much energy#I was doing really badly but when totk came out I played it for an entire weekend straight basically#and like my mom came to visit me and help me out with basic life stuff#and like sit with me while I played just like enjoying being together#and that was really nice#over that summer and the fall after I started getting to know someone I work with better#largely over conversations about totk at first#and they’ve become a good friend#(and become someone that I feel safe to be fully myself around)#and so I just have this really strong personal connection to totk#like I will not claim to be impartial about it#there are definitely criticisms that I can acknowledge#in particular I don’t like that they un-amputeed Link let Link be disabled#and also ganondorf’s characterization was shallow and one dimensional#and I’m sure there’s other things I could think of#but the overall narrative#including Zelda becoming the light dragon and then turning back in the end#I really like that#it felt like a narrative of healing to me#and playing it at the time that I did felt really healing to me too
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jamiazu / ashenviper week day 6: toxic yaoi overblot
SORRY it's very much a rushed mess especially in the lower half jdkslfjksd i was v busy today and trying to hurry to get something done for this before midnight [covers up the clock... i was close enough,,, it's still day 6 in some time zones jkfdlsjfs]
unfortunate that the overblots have so much going on and take me ten billion years to draw otherwise i think id like drawing them more bc they LOOK VERY COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#ashenviper week 2024#twisted wonderland#twst#jamiazu#ashenviper#azul ashengrotto#jamil viper#cereal tries to draw#and boy did i try. JFKLDSJFLDSJG#i kinda shot myself in the foot deciding today on the day i STARTED WAY LATER#to be the day that i wanted to try shading in the tones lol#and then. picked the day i was doing stuff with a lot of dark black parts#with no color to balance out the similar tones jkLJFSDKLJFDKLJS#im not exactly good with tonal contrast and UNFORTUNATELY IT'S VERY APPARENT HERE TODAY SORRYYYYYYYYYYYY#whatever it's practice teehee. good enough is GOOD ENOUGH!!!!!!!!#anyway i was gonna draw them looking more evil but i kinda ended up goin the route of like. evil while gay#as in kind of extremely obsessed w/each other in their toxic yaoi state idk#like i think if they overblot at the same time it woulda been over for us boys theyd be too strong#uniting the powers of hypnosis and blackmail and also the fine print. and gay. to take over the school and then probably the world#u probs gotta click full screen squint on this one bc if ucked it up stupid style theres too much dark lol#USUALLY I HAVE THE OPPOSITE PROBLEM I DONT GO DARK ENOUGH#[professor voice] youre kinda stuck in the midtones#well. this time i went mid/dark and forgot the light lol#if i had more time maybe i coulda done some like actual shading to round it out but I DONT WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S LATE#AND IM SLEEEEPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY#if drawing overblot details didnt kill me tho i think id like to draw them being overblot together more often lol i enjoy the concept#maybe if i can shorthand it or GO BACK TO MY BELOVED TINY GUYS#i spent the most time on this one of all the other drawings this week#tomorrow i do not anticipate ill spend as long on but#i was considerin the glomas outfits which are ALSO SCARY DETAILS AUGHHGHGH <- it's bc im bad at drawing. LOL
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Do you think Mac has jacked off while reading the Bible? Or is he too ashamed? Or does the shame just turn him on more? Are the pages of his Bible all stuck together?
Oh, I don't think; we know:
(Pages stuck together, thanks for the confirmation, Charlie)
I think the shame definitely turns him on more, considering Mac Day:
And, the connected punishment, lest we forget The Gang Goes to Hell... (and the script here... whew)
While he was repressed then, he wasn't as of Charlie's Home Alone, so I think it's clear to claim that a part of his "homosexual awakening" was connected to the fact that he was gradually getting more and more into the idea of being punished (gone sexual) for his sins, to a point where he was just genuinely jerking off to the "evils of homosexuality"
I do wanna continue here though and say Season 15 is pretty interesting because we see Mac battle between being Catholic and proudly gay. He seemingly has no issue bragging to a Priest in the middle of a church that he's into triple penetration, but it is his sex life that is the driving "reasoning" for why he thinks he should become a Catholic Priest:
He's been "S-ing&F-ing" his way though life for too long and now he thinks God has taken away one of his identities (Irish) as a result. Mac's idea of being punished by/for God continues, but it's now through the form of revocation (as opposed to shame or flagellation). I think there's a clear "connect the dots" idea that depriving himself of sex (via becoming a Priest) is an "evolved" form of allowing God to punish him for being gay.
Obviously Mac learns he was lied to, as he actually is Irish, so his "journey" here is a bit of a wash, but the fact that his rationale jumped to God punishing him for having gay sex still stands. As he grows to accept himself, he's still looking for ways to feel shame (which, as we've seen, gets him off)...
But is the constant seeking for some form of punishment still there? We didn't see much of his Catholicism in Season 16 (I think the only mention of God from Mac was in The Gang Gets Cursed), but we did continue to see his sex life and—well, that was pretty heavy on Mac, openly gay dating, somehow managing to be neglected and deprived of actual gay sex, wasn't it?
#by the golden god no less..#mac mcdonald#iasip#main tagging it why not this is analysis to me#mac meta#ask#also i rewatching sinks in a bog while answering this and#damn the little 'thats what he said' jokes between mac and gus were cute... give him a boyfriend RCG meahesrshhhh#only for an episode tho so dennis can get jealous#ah im seeing myself in my own shitpost#thanks for the ask i doubt this went the way you thought but oh well lol#also.. idk how much of mac's gayness is like. rob avoiding being gay on screen tbh#but this is simply analysis of the character and my interpretation#idk if this is rob's actual intent.#but i like to think he does care about mac's struggle between enjoying being gay while feeling like he HAS to be punished for being gay#ok deep in the tags now cos i cant stfu#hohc kinda hurts this idea that mac gets off to being called a fag lol#but i do have to wonder if there was a point where he did#like prior to his actual gay acceptance and awakening#idk.. lol whatever.. interesting interesting
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Kiki with a knife
Bonus:
#wren draws stuff#comics#fanart#goodmorning I had this dumb idea while I was dissociating myself on a 75 minutes late train 😔🫶🏻#anyway enjoy my cringe content#saint seiya#los caballeros del zodiaco#knights of the zodiac#les chevaliers du zodiaque#aries mu#taurus aldebaran#appendix kiki#aldemu#also uhhhh I did say that I would have posted this at the end of the week but 2 weeks passed by and I forgot like opsieeee 😳🤯
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Read The Story Index | First Chapter
Welcome to Chapter 1 of the TAoLaW "dramatic" reading. What can I say, the theatre kid in me needed to record this in audio format. Have I mentioned how much I love this fic? Yes? Well I'm saying it again, I LOVE THE ART OF LOVE AND WAR!!! If you haven't read it please go read it.
The Art of Love and War Is written by @fireflywritesgt and the audio reading is recorded and posted with permision.
#OK IM ACTUALLY DOING THIS#I’ve been wanting to record dramatic readings of GT fics for a LOOOOOONG time now#but have been admittedly self conscious of my voice#but I finally bit the bullet#I did it#I recorded this chapter while I had the house to myself#Personally I still hear flaws in the audio which I assume were from getting too close to the mic#none of my edits were able to fix it so I guess I have to live with it now#if and when I have time I might re-record this chapter to fix this later#I recorded chapter 2 in the same sitting so that audio will be ready sooner rather than later#personally I think it sounds better#Hope you guys enjoy this#it was really fun to do and I’d like to do more in the future#g/t#giant/tiny#gt#giant tiny#borrowers#g/t fluff#Mighty Records#the art of love and war#taolaw#taolaw audio drama
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MEDIC! Part 42 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)
Fucking hell im sobbing, this is it, the last chapter! Thank you everyone for sticking along with me you are all amazing! I'm so sad this is finished, I feel kinda lost without Em and Don. I'm so sad but also wow I wrote and finished a whole story that's impressive for me. LOVE YOU ALL!!!
For the last time ever, this is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.
Tag list: @imusicaddict, @b00ks1ut, @mstiemountainhop, @awaterfalls, @lovememadly92, @lucyfromtheoldhouse, @blueberry-ovaries, @next-autopsy, @saintmalosunsets, @anaso12 anyone else please let me know.
Time stood still for a split second before the clock ticked forward again. I stood exactly where I had left, my items I had dropped when I was struggling to free myself from the shimmer still laid perfectly where they had landed many months ago.
I whipped around but all that greeted me was the dark street.
No shimmer.
No Don.
It was as if I was on autopilot, I gathered my belongings into my arms and made my way back to my apartment. I fumbled with my keys before slotting them into the lock and twisting open the door.
I placed my keys down on the bench with the rest of my belongings before trudging to the bathroom. There in the mirror stood a girl I hardly recognised.
Her hair was windswept and unkempt, her face was blotchy and red, she wore an army uniform from the 40’s.
She was out of place and lost.
Shedding my clothes I stepped into the shower. Unlike before I was more aware of the damage on my skin. Cuts and bruises scattered my arms and legs. Scars and faded injuries covered me from head to toe. The last time I was in this shower I had been a different person.
I washed myself until my skin turned red from the heat of the water and the scrubbing from my hands.
Walking to my room, I slumped down in my bed and shut my eyes wishing to never wake again.
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The months flew by, I did my best to heal what was broken. I had promised myself that when I retired I would live life to the fullest, if not for me, for Don.
I threw myself back into my studies, working hard towards my degree. It seemed to be the only thing that could distract me. I also went to therapy, I didn’t speak about the war I had lived through, it would’ve been too hard to explain, also maybe slightly crazy.
We spoke mostly about the attack that had happened the night before I had left, it impacted me in more ways than I thought, it had closed me off to everyone again.
My therapist encouraged me to form more bonds and have people in my life who I could trust. But it felt wrong trying to find people to fill the void of the ones I had left behind. So I kept to myself.
I had tried my hardest to forget and move forward, I didn’t want to linger on the what if’s but the urge was too strong. I would spend weeks in the library scouring World War II books and reports, trying to find the names of the men I had lost.
But the odd thing was that there was always a 101st Airborne, always an Easy company, but never the names of the men I had served with.
They appeared to take the same course of action, the events that happened to us, had happened to them. But the men pictured and named were not my Easy men.
It drove me to the point of insanity. I rushed home and dug all of the things I had brought back with me from the back of my closet. Just to ensure that it had happened, that I didn’t just imagine it all.
Sitting on the floor surrounded by the items I had stowed away. My uniform, medic bag and phone all were proof that it was real.
The medic bag sat unopened. I hadn’t been through it at all since I had arrived back. I sat gnawing on my lip, did I open it or not?
“Fuck it.” I muttered, leaning forward and unbuckling the clasps that held it shut. I pulled it closer, sitting the bag on my lap.
My fingers brushed over an unfamiliar material, I thought I knew exactly what I had brought back but this felt different. I hastily dragged the item from the bag.
A gasp left my lips and tears almost immediately streaked down my face. My thumb brushed over the metal, Donald G. Malarkey. It was his dog tag. He had somehow snuck it into my bag and didn’t tell me.
I could feel rough metal on the other side of the smooth metal. I flipped it over to find, ‘My Love, forever’. The words had been scratched into the back of the tag, Don had done it. I knew his hand writing anywhere.
Clutching the thin piece of metal to my chest I rocked myself back and forward as I sobbed. It was the closest I was ever going to feel to him ever again. The thought that he wore this so close to his heart for all the time we had been together made me cry even harder.
I upturned the bag letting the contents spill onto the floor, I rummaged through the belongings like a mad woman.
Was there anything else he had put in?
A paper I didn’t recognise was hidden under bandages, I hastily pushed everything else aside grabbing the paper as if it was going to disappear.
I shook as I stroked my fingers along the unopened parchment that had been folded in half. His scrawly handwriting grace the blank paper.
‘To Em.’
A shaky breath left my lips as I slowly unfolded the letter. My heart smashed against my ribcage but it felt nice to feel again, even if it was just pain. I had been so numb on autopilot. I couldn’t wait anymore, I needed to know what he had written.
My beloved Em,
I don’t know when you are reading this, but I hope that you are well. Know that I miss you dearly, and that I think of you always.
I write this now after you had left to go and say your goodbyes.
It took me a while to understand, but I do now. I know you inside and out, I know you as kind and gentle. You only want to share your love and happiness.
You made the brave decision to give up everything so that we might have a chance to live and be free. You have made a sacrifice I never think I could do, and for that I admire you dearly, Em. You’re so courageous, your heart is unshakable.
That is why I love you. Your soul is pure and good. I love your being and essence and everything that makes you, you.
I love the way your curls fall into your face when you laugh, and the way your eyes crinkle at the sides when you smile. I will miss the sound of your melodic voice, and soft lips. I’ll miss the way you tell stories and the hugs you give. I miss you even now, when I know you’re only mere metres away.
There will not be a day that will go by that you won’t be on my mind. Sleeping or awake you will forever be at the forefront of my thoughts. When I am sad, happy, excited, depressed, lonely, or content I wish to only share my thoughts with you. I will never not talk about you, your name will forever be on my lips.
I hope you have found my small gift, and that you hold it close to your heart and think of me.
Know that I am well Em.
I am content with your decision. I will live for you.
I hope you do the same, I hope you reach all of your dreams.
There’s a quote I love, “missing someone is your heart’s way of telling you that you love them.”
I miss you more than life itself, so I’ll love you for infinity. May my love for you reach you in your time now and you feel me wrapping myself around you now. I wish I had a photo of you, it scares me that I might forget your face.
But the men and I will keep you alive in our memories, I will share every story I have of you. I will go home and tell everyone that I was going to be wed to the most beautiful girl in the land but she made a decision that let us be here today, and in turn she couldn’t stay.
Please Em, my only wish is for you to be happy. Surround yourself with people who love you like we loved you. I need to know that you are being loved and cared for.
I don’t want to finish this letter, I wish I could write you pages and pages and fill them with the love I have for you, but alas there are not enough words in the universe that could perfectly summarise my feelings for you. But I will leave you with this poem.
I will love you as long as the sun burns in the sky,
As long as the moon shines its light into the dark night,
Until the raging blue oceans become calm and run dry.
I will love you until the end of time.
With all my love, I hope to find you again. I will wait for you in every lifetime.
Donald Malarkey, your one true love now and forever.
The sobs that left my mouth were short and sharp as I struggled to intake air. My tears landed on the paper as I clutched it to my chest. I had read the words over and over again, I could hear his voice in the writing.
After my sobs had subsided I continued to search through the contents of the bag. A flash of metal caught my attention. A dry chuckle left my throat, Speirs’ lighter lay amongst my belongings. His initials were carved into the metal, it didn’t come with a note, but the act alone was heartbreaking. It was Ron’s trusty lighter, one that he didn’t part with easily, but still he had slipped it into my bag for me to have to remember him by.
I woke up the next morning on the floor of my room surrounded by memories. I slipped Don’s tag around my neck and tucked it into my shirt. Just when I was losing faith they had given me the motivation to live again.
So I did just that. I opened myself up again, I graduated and started a new job as a full time nurse. I did as they had asked and surrounded myself with people who loved and cared for me. But no one could ever take Don’s place, that part of my heart was tightly locked which he only had the key to.
A year passed and the hurt lessened. Never did they leave my thoughts, the amount of times I went to share stories only to bite my tongue. But I wrote them all down in my diary to ensure that the memories I had of them were never forgotten.
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“Hey Em, patient in room 12 is wanting to speak to you.” Izzy, the nurse I had befriended when I had started, peered her head into the nurses office.
“Sure.” I smiled brightly at her, getting up from the notes I was finishing. I made my way to the room, assisting the patient to unhook from the fluids they were getting so that they could go to the toilet.
“Em!” I heard from behind me. I sat the patient back down on their bed as we had made our way back from the bathroom.
“Yeah?” I turned to see an excitable Izzy.
“The girls and I were going to go out for dinner tonight. Come!” It was a Friday for the group and everyone seemed to be very thrilled for the weekend.
“Um…” I teasingly thought about the offer. The brunette didn’t let me think long, rushing into the room to slap me on the shoulder.
“You’re coming!” She tugged gently at my arm.
“Says who?” I wound her up more. I had befriended her as she had reminded me of George. She was bright and funny, always with a big smile on her face. We had both started at the same time and bonded over being ‘new and dumb’, we joked. It was easy to make friends with her, it was as if they had known each other in a past life.
“Emily Lane!” She full named me, causing me to giggle.
“Shall I pick you up?” I asked as I sauntered away.
“AHHHH!” Izzy squealed in delight, running after me to pounce on my back. “We are going to have so much fun!”
I never picked up Izzy, she had followed me home. Demanding we got ready together. I watched her dance around the room singing into the hairbrush she had found lying around. She looked insane having half of her eye makeup on as she sung poorly into the makeshift microphone.
“Thank you, thank you.” Izzy bowed to the non-existent crowd taking in her applause.
We finished our makeup, mucking around wasting time we didn’t have doing a fashion show, which was basically Izzy prancing around like an idiot and me curled over in hysterics.
“If you keep going not only are we going to be so late, my makeup is going to be ruined!” I chucked a pillow from the couch at her head.
Finally we made it to dinner only ten minutes late. We shared good food and stories around the table. I smiled, glancing around the table at the people who were in my life. Don would’ve been proud of me.
Izzy squeezed my hand from under the table as she lent her head on my shoulder. “I have a surprise and you can’t say no.”
I pretended to be mad at her but the smile stuck to my lips as she fluttered her eyelashes at me.
“What is it?” I asked, a huge grin broke onto her face.
“Karaoke!” She cheered as did the rest of the table. “You have to come, I’ve invited some of my friends too.” Izzy elbowed me in the side.
The older nurses with children and earlier bedtimes left, leaving the younger nurses with more energy to do karaoke. Izzy’s friends slowly trickled in joining us in our fun night out. All of them were lovely and so funny. I wiped the tears that leaked from my eyes as Izzy and Lyla sang a duet together, they were so off pitch but that didn’t stop them.
They plonked down next to me out of breath. “Your turn!” The girls pushed me from my seat. I looked back into the crowd and they smiled excitedly up at me. I picked a random song.
Stay by Rihanna played out from the speakers. I sang along as the group cheered and whooped. I didn’t care if I sounded bad. I sang loudly as I waved my hand in the air.
The room door swung open and I lost my words. There in the doorway was a face that I couldn't forget.
“SING!!” Lyla cheered. But I couldn’t, nothing worked, my mouth hung open and tears filled my eyes.
I watched Izzy jump up from her seat and dragged the person into the room.
“Em!” She ran towards me with the person in tow. “This is my friend, Don.”
It was him, head to toe, he looked exactly like my Don.
“Pleased to meet you, Izzy has told me a lot about you.” The man stuck out his hand for me to shake but I was still so frazzled. His voice was exactly the same. I blinked, pinching my leg to make sure I wasn’t in some weird dream.
“Are you alright, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” The modern Don tilted his head in concern.
“I’m fine.” I uttered out in shock, I politely shook his hand, almost melting at his touch. It was the same. Had he come back to me?
“Have we met before? You just seem familiar.” He asked. Izzy stood between us as we stared at with a confused look on her face.
“I’ll leave you guys to it.” She departed the conversation, leaving us staring at each other with our hands still connected.
“Do you want to come to the bar with me? It's a bit loud here.” He asked, never taking his hand from mine. I nodded, my mouth still hung open.
We left the small karaoke room we occupied and made our way back over to the main bar.
“So do we know each other?” Don asked again.
“No we don’t.” I shook my head.
“Well I want to change that.” His smile grew wide as he stepped closer to me. “I don’t know why but you feel important.”
And at the moment I knew everything was going to be ok.
Because he had found me again.
Just like he had promised.
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THE END!
#omg this is the end guys#wth#i can't believe it#I hope you enjoy my final chapter for the medic series#I have more stories to come but I am going to take a little break for a while#thank you all for all the love and support you have shown my story and it's characters#im so sad this is the end#im crying#but we did it#and im kinda proud of myself#band of brothers#hbo war#donald malarkey#easy company#band of brothers fanfic#dick winters#joe toye#ronald speirs#lewis nixon#bill guarnere#Emily Lane#MEDIC#Emarkey#my story#my OC#love you all thank you
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darkraiiiiii
#art#i was brewing up a complicated picture in my head too many factors intermingling and i put a requirement on myself that i would need to#feel a certain mood to create said picture cuz only then would it feel good and true but it was an impossible to achieve mood#and it made me miserable for a week i went to bed as soon as possible everyday to skip to the next one but today i woke up at 2am#and thought well maybe i should just draw something simple that i like it doesnt have to be high concept#so its just darkrai!!!! cuz its such a cooly! and its made out of shapes ive enjoyed drawing recently#smoking fire plumelike stuff u kno...#and i got to try out the spraypaint thing again cuz there was stuff i realized i coulda done better after the red 3 head hybrid pic#so i wanted to do it again. do u like these- with the spraypaint rendering? i will make more of them no matter what u say#but im about to go to bed now. i started the pic at 11am and finished at 8pm so 9hrs spent?! well the stenciling takes a long while in pain#i did the spraying in ms paint again and then composited it in paint net like usually.#also im typing much because the combination of coffee (which i try to make special and rare for me so it hits more cutely)#+ the euphoria that drawing gives me makes me talkative. but now.- ! im tired !! goodnight#pokemon#darkrai
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The man truly can’t take a genuine compliment 🙄
#my art stuff#digital art#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#astarion ancunin#this is part of a series I like to call “I’m never settling on a singular detailed artstyle”#I have no consistency in drawing realistic people/characters other than my shapy cartoon style#but I truly don’t get enough opportunity to properly shade anything with art in that style-!!! it always looks weird to me-!!!!!#I think some rude lil worm in my brain is wriggling around telling me it’s a futile attempt at still doing realism#cus I’m one of those “gifted” artists that grew up promising his parents he’ll end up among the big names or whatever#constantly training to become better at art but with realism oil paintings as the goal#you know how it is 😔#I wanna shade my lil funky designs but they never feel good enough to really put energy into or whatever so I compromise with stuff -#- like this where I try to draw characters more accurately while still stylizing them and shading them however I feel like it#which is great and all but I should really learn to give my more relaxed and less perfectionist art a chance#I deserve to enjoy the process and the result without working myself dead#it’s so much easier and rewarding to copy cartoon styles - stylizing realism makes me too anxious of doing it “wrong”#at least cartoon styles give me a goal to reach or a reference to strive towards#man I really should just cut myself some slack altogether#either way - this man is a flustered mess and he’s embarrassed about being called adorable in public or something#being teased in an affectionate way about his sweeter side and stuff#don’t ask why he’s shirtless - anatomy is just a lot more fun for me to draw sometimes#tasteful nudity and all that is extremely gorgeous to me#i need to practice anatomy more cus I just kinda did some shit and went with it this time with a BIT of consideration for muscle structure
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having the hc that minato is ace is incredibly funny sometimes when you think about how ryoji is oh so very bi because it's like. "ah. death stole my ability to be attracted to people," in the same way that ryoji stole minato's eye color and energy level. like wow, thanks ryoji, you just keep finding things to steal from minato!
#persona 3 spoilers#minato arisato#hc and au nonsense#lizzy speaks#happy international asexuality day to my fellow aces out there i hope you know that you are loved!!! ��🎉🥳#i like viewing minato with the lens of him being gay / ace. esp bc it stems from my own experiences so it's fun to look at-#him from that perspective even if that's not what was intended by atlus y'know?#and im sure others have other hcs from me that are informed by their own life experiences and i think that's great ^_^#something that i found interesting while playing FES was how. stilted? minato's animations felt when hugging the girls#you could definitely go with the perspective that it's a graphical limitation or they didn't have time to polish the animations#and that's def true!! but sometimes i see the hug @ yakushima beach + the other hugs and then i compare it to the sou/yo hug in p4#and there's like... a noticeable difference to me with how intimate and close together the hugs are...#that said i do know that the animations for reload are updated and the hugs are much more natural (good on them tbh!)#the other thing is (pensive sigh). the way you couldn't reject any of the girls when doing their social links in FES#objectively speaking i'm glad that they did away with that and i like how the rejections were handled in reload. it feels naturally written#but also a part of me enjoyed looking at the “hey atlus what the FUCK” moment and thought of how to interpret it differently#specifically with the idea of minato having like.. little to no autonomy and kind of going along with the relationship#it kind of reminded me of myself tbh with like going along with the rship without considering what you want bc#it's what others want or expect out of you... LOL. i dont think atlus intended for someone to interpret it this way but#eh i think that's the fun part of hcs and looking at characters with certain lenses!#regardless of how you perceive minato i do think there's something to be said about him being the kind of guy who molds himself-#into someone that is needed. not wanted. but needed. important distinction here.#the one caveat my brain runs into when im like “minato is ace!” is when i remember thanatos exists and i go#“you know what these ideas can exist simultaneously” GKLHFHDFHD when in doubt schrodinger's headcanons#anyway that's all i've had this thought in my brain in awhile and haven't sat down to share it properly until now 👍#have an excellent weekend everyone !!! lizzy loves you all lets all nurture our inner yippee!!! 🥺💙
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me: i’m gonna read Rodney McKay fics
fandom: we have lots of McShep
me: McShep is good, i like that ship
me: so, McShep fics with Rodney feels, please
fandom: sure thing, lots of Rodney feels here 😇
fandom: *bombards me with unexpected John feels*
me: hey, uh. why is my heart all fucked up?
#don't get me wrong i love it#but it is not what i signed up for x'D#i fell so gd hard for Rodney when i watched Atlantis and while i really enjoyed other characters too (John included)#Rodney was the one i just did not want to let go and the one i really wanted to read#so since McShep is a fairly big ship that i did like i figured it was easier to go there than to find Rodney heavy fics based on tags alone#and now here i am with a ton of John feels i wasn't planning on (and a brand new otp...)#Smowkie talks#McShep#John Sheppard#Rodney McKay#i'm planning a couple of McShep fic rec posts btw#(the fic that made me write this post included)#not sure when but they are coming. at least two of them#i've read a lot lately and i've actually mostly remember to save the faves so i can share them which feels very nice#i love fic rec posts but i've always been horribly bad at making them myself#but after that summer reading challenge i've gotten better at it and i'm hoping it can result in some future fic rec posts#well it will result in at least two for McShep xD
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going to blatantly ignore fanon ship dynamics. naegami sex defined by physically fighting each other as a precursor and togiri sex defined by meticulous knifeplay
#it's 1 am. im on nasty brain#will probably delete later idk#i ahve a whole idea in my head that i've concocted about. byakuya being the 'bloodiest victor of the togami heir in generations'#not bc he's particularly good at fighting but bc he lowkey enjoys pain#and then fast forward ff!era togiri. venting steam with intricate rituals involving knives and wounds. while also fucking nasty#naegami sex defined by byakuya's initial antagonism and one day makoto snaps and just start duking it out#they come away from it like. why did i enjoy that??#byakuya: i cant believe i reduced myself to physical violence like some kind of ANIMAL. what is wrong with me#makoto: google i fought the guy who keeps pissing me off and got hard do i like men. google am i gay quiz buzzfeed. google bdsmtest
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" I'm Batty 4 U "
For the @steddiemicrofic September Prompt: Charm || 548 Words || Rating: T || Warnings: implied verbally absuvie parent, implied period-typical homophobia
It sweeps through the group like wildfire after the whole Vecna ordeal. Something about everyone trying to go back to normal, re-engaging with non-world-ending topics.
Out window shopping, El happens upon a charm bracelet display and within the week convinces Hopper to buy one for her and Max. And who’s to deny the girl that's suffered through so much.
El states it as her “momento of who she is, and those who helped her find that definition.” All while thumbing the rainbow and sunflower charms.
So it’s no surprise when Robin, Nancy, and Erica are seen wearing their own charm bracelet designs after Girl’s Night. Then through a spidering chain of conversations and convincing, the rest of the party soon each have custom bracelets.
For Steve though, the issue is that he’s just not a bracelet sort of guy. The occasional pinching when it doesn’t sit right. Constant jangling and shifting every time you move. It’s not for him.
(Plus he knows his Dad would make him throw it out if he ever saw it. “Jewelry isn’t for men.” and all that. (Of course I don’t agree, Robin. But I still don’t want to risk it getting tossed.))
Until Robin solves the problem for him. Turning his bracelet into a keychain for his car keys. And he didn’t realize just how much he’d come to care for said keychain once it’d stop pinching his wrist.
Exactly as El had painted it from the get-go; a constant reminder that he’s more than the harsh words his dad sneers as “encouragement”.
Of who he matters to and of who matters to him. His family.
But it’s not for another few months that his keychain gains a companion.
“Hey, uh. Hey, Stevie.”
They’d danced around one another for weeks. From exchanged glances at the hospital, to touching under the guise of lending a hand, pulling excuses to spend time together.
“Yea?”
Finally culminating in Steve getting fed up and testing the waters with a kiss ‘hello’.
“I know we’ve only been technically dating for a month now. But I’m pretty sure I remember you being a big relationship guy back in high school, and I figured well ‘Stevie probably never had someone buy him the cheesy anniversary gifts he bought for others’-”
“They weren't cheesy, they were well thought out-”
“And so, I got you something as a faux sort of ‘Happy One Month Anniversary’ gift.”
Eddie shoves the little trinket into Steve’s hands, forcing him to drop his book.
“Small towns, especially Hawkins in particular, suck and so I figured this is as public as we’d be able to be. And I know the bat was maybe a bold choice considering the bites and all that shit but- Actually maybe this was a bad idea- Ya know what, give it back right now, Stevie. This was stupid- I’m gonna do something else.”
Deftly leaning away, Steve hooks his arm around his boyfriend so he can’t lunge for the keychain again.
“Oh hell no. My boyfriend gave this to me, it’s mine now. You can’t take Ozzy from me.”
“Ozzy? What?”
“Yeah, the little bat charm. His name’s Ozzy, he told me so himself.”
“What-?? Shit- Jesus Christ, you’re so lame. Come here so I can kiss your lame, adorable face.”
#bad news: he did not actually solve the jangling#but he has come to accept it#a little bit of reclaiming your character motifs in this one#also don't think about eddie putting little charms on his belt chain btw it's too cute#enjoy another fluffy prompt fill because the other idea I had was so angsty#I'm still considering doing the second fill since I already drafted it tho but we shall see#anyone else get possessed with the sudden urge to draw a set of keys with 21 semi-realistic little metal charms? no? just me?#(while zoomed into the image. right click the image and open in a new tab if you want full resolution for whatever reason)#also naming this microfic after my favorite charm because i couldn't resist (still kicking myself for forgetting the dice charm ahh)#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie microfic#my posts#my writing#my art
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