#he probably cried after that

[pinkvaquita]

In a dream...

♡ Pairing: Pure Vanilla x White Lily

♡ Flavor: Comfort//hurt. Idk how to call it but I guess that works

♡ Warning: None

♡ Author's note: I can fucking belive I'm actually doing this omg-. First fanfic of this whole messI got myself into. I wrote and traduct this half sleep. Hope you enjoy it <3

♡ Aqui tienes la version en español <3

Pure Vanilla was in a place he had never seen before in his life. It was a deep forest in darkness, the sunlight seemed to be unable to penetrate the dense treetops. If under normal conditions he could barely see well what was a short distance from his face, now everything was nothing more than confused shadows surrounding him in every direction.

It was strange. He didn't understand what he was doing there or how he even got there, he didn't even remember it. He also had no idea which path he should take to get out of there, everything looked the same.

He took a deep breath, seeking to remain calm despite the worrying situation in which he had found himself. He closed his eyes to intensify the sensation of pure air entering his body, encountering by surprise a smell that was painfully familiar. White Lilies.

The air left him in a sad sigh, all his sighs were nothing but sadness as she returned to his mind. Especially when he was alone and with nothing to distract himself from a pain that tormented his poor heart, clinging to her for more years than he could count. He turned to the place where his nose told him the smell that meant melancholy to him came from.

He could not imagine the surprise he would feel when, upon managing to locate the exact point, his eyes opened slightly before a tiny but strong source of light. On a group of white lilies, there was a butterfly. Fragile, small, the color of polished silver, but with a brighter light than any firefly.

Pure Vanilla walked gently towards the small insect, observing it with attention and tenderness. Smiling slightly at this one.

The butterfly, after a few seconds of being still, took flight and began to enter the forest. A normal thing for any bug with wings, what was not normal was that when they flapped they sounded like the tinkling of bells. Or that it will leave behind it a path of tiny sparkles like dust. Even less than where it happened, the light it gave off showed more of those sets of white lilies, along with more butterflies with the same appearance and characteristics outside of their nature.

It took him a few seconds to realize that this was a sign, but when his eyes adapted better to the flashing spectacle he was able to understand it. It was a path.

“Where are you directing me?” —he asked without waiting for any answer. He himself had understood that the way to obtain an explanation was to let himself be carried away by curiosity. And a strange feeling that called him to continue.

The forest was still just as dark, but now with the path that opened before him it was impossible to fear. He felt safe and protected by the little guides, even if they could do nothing more than give him light.

The scent of lilies with each step felt more intense the further he went. It would have been overwhelming for anyone, but for him it was a motivation to not give up or stop. Without realizing it, he was running through the forest as if the heavy clothes did not stop him or he was afraid of tripping over a branch. He did not stop even when the trees gradually disappeared, in their place there were now bushes and vines that grew in size until they entirely covered the path.

Advancing through the thick nature was a difficult task. Walking while at the same time removing leaves and branches from your walk as well. But the fresh air that hit him as he left the compressed space there was no comparison to what was in front of him.

It was an entire field of lilies, on the horizon it was difficult to see that there were some other species, but the main one in that area was the variant that he would recognize anywhere. White lilies on the left, white lilies on the right and in the middle...

She was in the center. The light of the moon and the butterflies fluttering around her made her radiant beauty even more captivating to him. She wore the most beautiful white dress he could have imagined her in, as white as the flowers surrounding her and long that trailed on the floor. Oh, she looked like the queen he always thought she was.

“White Lily?”

She didn't respond with words to the call of her name, but the slight smile forming on her face was all Pure Vanilla needed to see to know it was her, to trust that it really was her.

He shouted her name as he ran again. With even more motivation as she began to extend her arms, waiting for him with them open to receive him after what he knew had been years of separation. Of pain. Of betrayal. Of guilt for abandoning her.

And when he finally had her at the tips of his fingers, when he was already rushing towards her with the joy that being together again gave him.

She disappeared into the very air, like the dust of the silver butterflies that brought him there.

And he woke up… alone in his room. Feeling the emptiness in his heart once again. Almost tearing up from how beautiful it was to see her, and how devastated it left him that they were just his dreams again.

[accidentallyadoptedbybatman]

"Jason Todd was a menace of a Robin"

WRONG Jason Todd was a sweet lil lad who liked to read fucking Shakespear

DICK GRAYSON WAS 11 YEARS OLD AND LOOKING FOR HIS PARENTS KILLER TO MURDER

He also beat Joker to death after Jason died, Dick is probably the most angry Robin to ever traffic light his way through Gotham.

[oneluckydragon]

BREAKING NEWS!!! Local idiot ghost absolutely blown away when boyfriend gives him a nickname for the first time, more info after this broadcast.

Bonus pet-name edition:

(Yeah I know it's ooc for grovyle to EVER use the term "babe" but lets go ahead and assume he's done it accidentally a few times rather than intentionally. He's deeply in love with the dumb ghostman, ok. Sometimes it just slips out.)

Dusknoir is still recovering from hearing it. And when he finally calls grovyle "love" himself on accident a few days later, he falls deathly ill for two weeks cause his body couldn't handle the aftermath and started rapidly shutting down on a molecular level.

[desultory-novice]

Treasured Treats

@jojo-schmo

[ineed-to-sleep]

*me immediately after going through a terrifying and traumatic experience* haha yeah I guess it was rough but I'm fine now like I'm totally chill. It was kinda funny actually if you think about it

[kindaasrikal]

In dragons rising, Lloyd has three ages.

1) his mental age, probably early 20s

2) his physical age, probably mid-late 20s

And 3) the age he looks, which Arin and Sora has informed him is late 30s-40s

Yes, he did sit in his room and have another existential crisis.

And yes, he did ask both Zane and Kai advice on skincare. Right after trying to find some weird dragoni bull to maybe look his age. Instead he accidentally grew markings similar to Garmadon’s and he’s gonna cry again.

[mondaymelon]

me n who ?!?!?!? ME N WHO GUYS ...

picrews: 1 2 3 4

mking silly girlfailure picrews are the only thing saving my sanity which took quite a number of blows today ( its hanging on by the measliest thread but i think its better to consider it go n e )

anyways i wanna make a silly tag game so we are going to make a silly tag game because in the wise words of martin luther king i think wait it was probably gandhi "be the change you wish to see in the world" arent i so cool guys im taking like the first step forward and :stareyes: ahahah

(no pressure) tags !! 🏷️ : @cienxpidity, @ilyuu, @anonbinaryweirdo, @suntoru, @tuesdayberries, @lume-nosity, @mrcrazyvillainvillainn, @ceneid, @amalythea, @xianyoon, @aeon-yao, @ryuryuryuyurboat, @auroratumbles, @snobwaffles, @the-white-void + everyone i probably forgot to tag (SPS IM SORRY) n anyone else whod like to join !!

[buddiesmutslut]

Plugging this again bc I WROTE A FIC WHERE EDDIE DIES (he doesn’t actually) AFTER THE SNIPER AND BUCK HAS TO DEAL WITH THAT & FINDS OUT ABOUT THE WILL & DEALS W ANA & THE DIAZ PARENTS AND HIS TRAUMA AND REALIZING HE’S IN LOVE WITH HIS (not actually) DEAD BEST FRIEND & IM SUPER PROUD OF IT

[kiwibongos]

it still fucks me up that fuyuhiko and peko were literally kidnapped as children. i dont think anyone ever talks about that at all. is that even well known information

[edi-storm]

I will never forgive dc for taking preteen/teen Jon from us. I AM 100% CERTAIN THAT HE WOULD HAVE HAD A SHORT-LIVED EMO PHASE

rawr :c </3

[sskk-manifesto]

Wow I sure love being psychologically tortured by an anime

[moongreenlight]

Need Soap to have a big “Johnny” chest piece tattoo like Johnny Cage.

[isa-ah]

crick is a few years older than isaiah... what if he had very faint i was a little boy memories of isaiahs mom before she died oxo

[unknownarmageddon]

Do you think that Cross likes flowers? Do you think that the first time he sees them he's revolted? Because the colors are so imperfect it makes him want to throw up? Do you think he cries when he sees them a second time when he realizes that they're beautiful? Do you think he starts to grow flowers in his room? Do you think maybe one day one of Killer's cats breaks his little pot of flowers, the color he was never allowed to have, and he cries pitifully over that loss? Do you think Killer feels bad but he doesn't know how to apologize so instead he leaves him another little pot of flowers by his door (like a cat) without telling him it was him?

you can’t do this to me

[moretheta]

why does he look..... sad.

sir you had your soldiers pull a gun on a baby

[pinkeoni]

idek where that s3 sleepover pic came from but. Will brings his teddy to every sleepover and none of his friends make fun of him for it and that’s canon. To me.