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tomaturtles · 1 year ago
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HAPPY SONIC FRONTIERS FIRST ANNIVERSARY TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE (inspired by this)
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starlitmeadows · 5 months ago
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I wished for someone to help me.
For someone... Anyone, to help me!!!
more icon-like (?) version
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kateknowsdramas · 1 year ago
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My husband was tracing his memory from the day we met so he could come back to me.
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neo-zone · 5 months ago
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The fact that we could have had Rangiku as an important lore character because she had one of the Soul King's parts too, but fucking Kubo gave her the SA allegory instead to forcibly remove that part from her and reduced her traumatic experience solely for a male character's motivation of revenge without even an agency for Rangiku herself regarding her own pain and trauma. Don't forget on top of that making her the fanservice character too. Ah, "Kubo write women better than the other big 3 shounen"
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midonamiqui · 2 months ago
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Princess of the Zora
Putting the original pic under to see if Tumblr will shrink the quality of it or no
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psychologicalwarclaire · 1 year ago
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mikey 31?
idk what direction this would go
Mikey + Gun Violence
Mikey had seen plenty of fake guns. Jupiter Jim Ray guns, obnoxious bad buy Lou Jitsu guns, even Donnie's outrageous laser guns.
He'd never seen a real one.
And he'd certainly never had one pointed at his head.
The depths of the barrel were infinitely dark and the metal outsides gleamed like the Shredder's armor.
"You get that away from him," Leo growled at the woman who held it.
The woman nodded at one of the goons that stood at Leo's shoulders. There was a dull crunch and he grunted in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.
"You really are in no position to make demands, here," the woman replied in a perfectly even voice. "You will tell me where the other one is, or the small is going to be more red than orange."
"There is no other one," Mikey managed, his voice shaking. "It's only us two."
She wacked the butt of the gun against Mikey's head and he cried out. Leo made a noise deep in his throat.
"Don't lie to me," she hissed. "I know neither of you are smart enough to hack my company's accounts. There is at least one more. And you are going to tell me where he is."
Click.
The cold cold cold cold metal barrel rested against Mikey's shell.
"...Or we'll see just how bulletproof this freak's shell is."
Mikey's wide eyes met Leo's wider ones. Mikey shook his head a fraction of an inch. Leo's face twisted, mind whirring behind his eyes.
Something warm was trickling down the side of Mikey's face. His skull throbbed where she'd struck him.
"He's-- he's--" panicking, Leo was either struggling to think of a lie, or making himself tell the truth. He squeezed his eyes shut, sagging. "I can take you to him."
"Leo, don't!"
The woman's face twisted in a horrible grin. "Great. Take me to the little thief." Her cold gaze flicked down to Mikey. "But let us lose the... dead weight."
There was one heartbeat--
One singular heartbeat--
And then--
She fired.
It was louder than he'd ever expected. The BANG went through both of his ears like a spike through his brain.
But that was nothing
NOTHING
compared to the immediate, visceral, all-consuming agony that exploded across his shell, into his shell, through his shell, through him.
He couldn't even scream.
He just slumped forward against the asphalt.
Leo's scream, however, ripped through the air, long and drawn out.
As horrible pain ripped through him, Mikey slowly realized that he was not dead. His whole shell and shoulder felt like they'd been blasted to pieces. But he wasn't dead.
Distantly, Leo was still screaming. The lady was saying something. Her foot nudged his shoulder. Icy needles seemed to burn through it.
A small and pitiful sound escaped his mouth. It wouldn't stop.
Leo sobbed in relief.
"See? He's still alive. I don't know for how long, but be assured I was merciful in my aiming." Her voice was fading.
Mikey forced his eyes open. Everything was blurry. He could see a dark stain spreading across the ground. Had she shot his upper shell and the bullet had gone through his shoulder?
The thought was terrifying.
The goons were dragging Leo away. Kicking and screaming, Leo struggled in their grip. Mikey's name fell from his lips like tears from his eyes.
"HOLD ON, MIKEY! JUST HOLD ON!"
And then they were all gone.
No one left to hear the pitiful whimpers of the bleeding boxshell.
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trendingdrama · 2 years ago
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" Do you hear it? It is the sound of the flowers. "
EP01 MY DEAREST [part 1 ] / 연인 (2023) dir.kim sung yong
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deitycrows · 9 days ago
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I gotta say reading all the posts about cr3s ending is interesting to me. But I wanna talk about Vaxleth really quick and how it really isn't a happy ending. If anything, it's worse and that's why I LOVE IT so much, it isn't them falling in love again (kinda). Starting with Vax. It's Vax who's a completely different person at this point, with only a handful of fragments of who he used to be left. How he hasn't been a mortal for 30 years (he's still not), 30 years is still a long time. He still has his duties he willingly does with the Matron, especially now if cr4 (whenever that is) and her also being a mortal again and whatever Matt decides to do with it. How he has to fit in with all this new change, so big. His story is bittersweet tragedy, yet he is walking again with his family, people would call it a miracle. I'd call it a curse, it a sense it IS such a horrifying thing. Having to not only find himself again, but figure out just How he is as well, to navigate how he as now is the same spot Keyleth is in. He'll have to watch his sister, her children, his beloved friends and family including those named in honor of HIM die and maybe that's not a bad thing. Maybe he won't feel as torn as I am writing but he still has to watch all that happen or not even be there 100% of the time because he still has a job to do. He's a walking anomaly. He shouldn't be Here anymore, yet he is. And Keyleth, poor Keyleth deserves to move on. She truly does, but wouldn't, couldn't because Vax won't himself. She was healing, I'm not one to say she should've moved on in those 30 years, it's both a long time and not, especially if you're so deep in grief, but the work was being made toward healing till she saw him and it brought back everything up again. That loved saved her again, yet most likely sent her back right to square one. And here she is with him back and short term of course they're happy, but long term real soon is going to show just how messy things will get. She's also changed, she still holds the same resentment, guilt, sorrow, etc she did. And now him being in front of her? the utter cause of all of her feeling she's been under in so long? Wouldn't spite not just be aimed at the Matrons way but his as well? They both know things won't be different or easy but with everything and I mean EVERYTHING that happened in their relationship I can honestly see them still not being together in the long run if we ever do see them in a one shot or in c4. How does one explain to people? to herself of all, even if she got the one she wanted back. Why isn't she happy? Why does her step still carry the same weight as before when he was gone? Wouldn't it just be better to split up and let that love finally die. It is tragic in a different sense if they did. Or will they actually take the time to rewind and start again? Will they agree it's good for them or not? Especially Keyleth since at a certain point she also will die and Vax will be alone again.
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myroaring30s · 21 days ago
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This grandmother needs to DIE like a horrible death please no redemption - idk why this trauma is hitting me so hard but like it’s ALL this child has like the basic enjoyments of life like DAFUQ
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toxiism · 3 months ago
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                                                          ► [ & so it began, the beginning to an end ]                                                           [ @procksecutor ]
     ‹ Klavier was the first to arrive to a barren driveway, devoid of any signs of the caller's promised van — and for a few minutes more it would perhaps begin to feel like a terrible dream, given no updates had been forthcoming since. Eventually however, a distant crackle of pavement rubble beneath heavy-duty tires could be heard nearing the prosecutor's location, its source easily seen to be a heavy-duty police transport van. So the call wasn't a prank, and this wasn't a dream... ›
     ‹ The vehicle would pull to a stop at the entrance to Klavier's driveway, a door on the passenger's side opening to reveal a tall, muscular man dressed head to toe in protective tactical gear — a man concerned for his safety around the criminal he hauled, and with a dark expression that read as equal parts concern and disgust. He moved towards the van's rear door before he paused just beside it, head now turned to Klavier; all the while, another heavily-geared officer joined him at his side, mirroring the tense, uncertain energy his partner radiated. ›
    ❝ He's all yours, ❞ ‹ was all the leader of the duo would say before he pulled back the sliding door. The dark interior made it difficult to see, but such would not be a problem for long with its occupant opting to make a swift but calm exit at the nearly-forceful behest of the escorting officers. ›
     ‹ Once the officers stepped aside, it could no longer be denied; there, in the flesh, stood Kristoph Gavin with hands cuffed behind his back yet, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder to rest. It was... picture-perfect; Kristoph's face held nary a wrinkle to it, his half-lidded and gentle eyes as sweet as they always had been, his smile having sat steadily on his face the moment it became visible. It were as if time had failed to leave a dent in him, his time in jail simply shrugged off his shoulders with ease. ›
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    ❝ My dearest brother... Klavier... ❞ ‹ uttered Kristoph with such a kind tone — it was all too easy to forget his horrific and chilling outburst so long ago with how he spoke now. › ❝ To welcome me so easily... Truly, I am blessed. ❞
    ❝ Don't run off just yet, either of you, ❞ ‹ spoke the smaller of the two officers, the one who presumably called earlier given his voice was a match to the one who broke the news. › ❝ When you're ready, we need to discuss the terms of his parole with you, so you're on the same page as the rest of us. ❞
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marymekpop · 1 year ago
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⟢ highlight of the hour: my dearest [13/20] ⟣
unexpected
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merlucide · 2 months ago
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YESSSES ME TEACHING FRENCH TO KIRA (I ONLY KNOW BASIC WORDS)
YESSSSS LESSGOOOO (real af)
French is so pretty AAAA
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thefirstcreation · 5 months ago
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@dick-meister
"Now look into my eyes and be sent away."
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Sera said as she had taken Cain for the moment, giving him a task to solve on his own. Though the time be swift for others, his own will be long and full of peril. His journey will be unforgiving, the first to fall, and just maybe the first redeemer.
Let his thousand year task in his own purgatory with the protection of Charlotte's soul, begin.
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tavyliasin · 1 year ago
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“Pain doesn’t scare me, Abdirak. It is my constant companion, it seeps into every bone, every muscle, it rears its head and bites at me when I least expect, it twists my nerves to the point I should rightfully scream…but even agony can’t sustain a scream that lasts a lifetime.” You found yourself becoming more poetic, an easy cover for the deep aches that even now threatened to steal your senses. It was easier to rely on a lifetime of masking, turning whatever harmed you into something creative, something beautiful, always a vain attempt to deny the reality around you. “Besides, I can barely walk across the room, let alone think of running.” “Dearest One, I can feel it from here, now. Your eyes speak it clearer than your precious voice…” His eyes did not leave yours, softening with understanding as he read the truth from you like an open book. “Agony is a cloak that you wear, an armour you cannot remove, it is as bound to you as the guilt you feel for its very presence. I envy you…but you did not choose this path. Your guilt does not serve you.” He took the empty glass from your hand, the brief touch of his fingers reminding you of the feelings you had when you first saw him on a screen. He was…warmer than you expected. “You’re welcome to my nerves, I’ve had quite enough for one lifetime.” You smiled, almost falling back on the fake laugh you forced whenever you told someone you felt fine on a day your bones felt like they were trying to tear free from your flesh. The empty glass was now back on the table, and he was in front of you once more. Closer, this time. His hand reached towards you, fingers curling as he stroked your cheek softly with the back of his hand. “You need not of my penance, no, you need a different hand to alleviate the weight in your soul. I can show you what else your body can feel, if that is what you wish.” You stayed silent, he was so close now you could smell the slight scent of coppery blood and hot leather, mixed with a warmer note…a perfume?... Unexpected, but it was something akin to a spiced rum. Rich, heated, and a little dangerous.  “You may consider it a gift, for the generosity of your soul screaming out to the beloved Maiden of Pain, you can sing in a different tune so all the gods may hear it.” His hand caressed the line of your chin, cupping your cheek in his palm. You leaned your face towards the warmth instinctively as he brought his lips to your opposite ear with a low whisper. “Would you like that, Dearest One? To let the heavens and hells echo with the voice I can draw from within you?” The heat rose through you like a furnace, the sound waves ricocheting through your mind and body with the promise in his words. But there was one word more important first. “Reality.” You said as calmly as you could manage, his lips pressing a kiss to the edge of your ear with a surprising softness. “That is my safe word, when I want to return to Reality I will say just that, or I’ll hum this tune.” A simple melody from an old song you loved rumbled through your throat, perhaps a little off key, but the notes and pattern would be instantly distinguished from any passionate noises. “Of course, your word is my command. It shall be as if Loviatar herself whispered it to me. But I need to hear it from you clearly,” he kissed your cheek before guiding you to face his cool grey eyes. “Do you want what I wish to offer you? The love of the Maiden, along with my own?”
A little preview of a side fic I'm writing. I have about 4 WIPs on the go right now but I'm chasing the inspiration where it arises~ This one is Abdirak x Reader, and will be a dedication to all those in the community who live with chronic pain like an unpleasant roommate who refuses to move out. Abdirak understands pain, and carries a softness within him for someone who has such an intimate relationship with agony. So, darlings, how would you answer him? I'm going to finish this one when I wake in a few hours, then go back to writing Abdirak x He Who Was, which is currently over 6,000 words and about halfway done~ See you on the other side, loves, may Loviatar show you mercy.
EDIT - FULL FIC LINK HERE
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saltpepperbeard · 8 months ago
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one of my knees is starting to give me trouble and it sucks but i take an odd sort of comfort in knowing that my dearest babygirl also has knee troubles. something something it’s almost like representation is important something something
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trendingdrama · 2 years ago
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EP03 MY DEAREST [part 1 ] / 연인(2023) dir.kim sung yong
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