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[xiaoluclair]

7 cus I think you'll excel at it and 40 cus I'm trying to figure out how that one would work in rpf

yessir! first off:

40. because the world is ending // cl16.lh44 // G // major character something???

The horizon was red. Sebastian would probably make some gloat about Ferrari, thought Lewis. Would've, anyway. If he were still alive. He wondered if Charles would say anything about it. Guy destined for red, last thing he sees is the color of his car, his mythos.

Charles continued to spin his chair round and round in a circle.

"Did you call your." Lewis paused.

Charles stopped turning. He looked at Lewis. People usually used some variation of woodland creature to describe Charles. Lewis would settle on some kind of critter right now. Small. Unassuming. "I tried," he said at last. "No one picked up."

Lewis nodded. He should probably be used to all the condolences at this point — giving and getting. It didn't make it any easier to say. "Sorry, man."

Charles shrugged, and his smile was empty. Silence swallowed the room once more as they waited. That was the problem, thought Lewis. The waiting. Charles wasn't moving the chair anymore. He remained sat there, staring out of the window. Lewis considered asking him if he wanted to go for a drive.

"I used to think about this day," said Charles out of the blue. The red, thought Lewis, and almost laughed.

"Let me guess," he said instead, grinned. "This is exactly how you pictured it."

Charles laughed. "Yes, I always wanted to spend The End stuffed away in a conference room."

Lewis snapped his fingers. "Knew it." He left a little breath. "But, I'm guessing that wasn't actually it."

This time, the laugh was a little softer. Charles took the quip as it was intended. An invitation. Something to fill the void. "No. It was quite silly actually. It was usually somewhere high up — a mountain maybe. Or just floating in the sky. And I was with."

Lewis waited. The wheels on Charles's chair squeaked slightly. "I am not sure," he said at last. "I guess my girlfriend? Maybe my, uh. Wife? I guess?" He said 'wife' the way someone might mean 'if you say so'. "It was just the two of us, and she'd turn to me as it all happened and—"

He went red. Redder, anyway. From that, Lewis could fill in the rest. He offered a small smile, because any bigger would've felt wildly out of place. "That sounds really sweet, man." Charles's mouth puckered up at the corners in response.

Their teammate stint would hit one and a half years the next day. They wouldn't reach that. Lewis had learned to talk about Ferrari like it was the dream of a lifetime. Charles had learned to stop talking about it like it was the lifeline of a dream. They'd converged somewhere in the centre.

That didn't mean Lewis expected to spend his last moments with him.

Around half-ten, Fred came in and told them it was over. For real. He said it in English, and then he said it in Italian — Charles told him that, once Fred had left. "It was the same thing. That he is sorry. He said we could join the crew downstairs if we wanted to."

"Do you want to?" asked Lewis.

Charles shrugged. He stayed put, where he'd moved to the floor in front of the windows. Lewis had gone between watching the trees turn crimson, the fountain of the prancing horse darken like crushed berries, the drip of it over Charles's cheeks.

At eleven, he sat beside him. Cross-legged, and their knees didn't touch. "It's close, I think," murmured Charles.

Lewis tilted his head. "Yeah." Charles looked at him — properly looked. So Lewis could see his eyes, and they were green usually but now they looked brown, like tree stumps and coffee and soil.

"How high up did you imagine it?" he asked.

Charles blinked. Realization seemed to tick slowly a second later. His tongue darted out. He glanced through the window. There wasn't much left to see. "Something like this, I guess."

Lewis reached out and touched his jaw, very lightly. Charles's head turned into it. The Rebirth — that's what his family called it. And the day will come, where everything must rise anew. This wasn't the end for him — not the same way it was for Charles. Lewis hadn't grown up picturing what he'd do, the day it happened. He thought maybe he'd have liked to be on a boat somewhere in the warm sea. He'd have liked all his friends and family around a roast dinner. He'd have liked his parents. To hold their hands.

He'd get that, he thought. Eventually.

As the side of Charles's throat started to bleed, Lewis guided him close, and kissed him. He kept his eyes open long enough to see Charles's slacken shut. He closed his own. Everything went red.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

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[daily-odile]

A certain someone made me play Pokemon Rejuvenation and a certain old man reminded me of a certain old woman

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[lxgentlefolkcomic]

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Dialogue transcripts:

Panel 1

(n/a)

Panel 2

Godfrey: Oh! Er, hello—my name is Godfrey Norton, and this is Dr. Seward and Jonathan Harker.

Panel 3

Godfrey: …I presume we have the pleasure of addressing our rescuers?

Panel 4

[Nemo, Ishmael, and Skutnik all speaking Nautilus language]

Panel 5

Nemo: Indeed you do. I am Captain Nemo. This is my first mate, Mr. Skutnik, and this—

Ishmael: Call me Ishmael.

[starrysharks]

evilution

[coffeeco001]

Andrew: Breaks into Neil's room, searches his things, threatens Neil, tries to drug him to interrogate him, shows violent tendencies

Andrew: Just because I hate you doesn't mean I wouldn't blow you

Neil: Him. I want him.

[sysig]

I invite you to imagine (Patreon)

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[livsmessydoodles]

am cooking up a little something for us benji shippers...... well...... the four of us that are still left at least!

[silentwalrus1]

if i have to read one more published fantasy book that uses irl memes and online vernacular in its dialogue i’m taking away the toys until y’all can learn to respect yourselves. Not only does it break immersion in your world and detract from your characters having their own voices, it also makes you, the author, seem like a dim parrot incapable of neither original thought nor basic understanding of the passage of time

1) due to the timeline of publishing, any meme included will automatically be hopelessly dated by the time the story reaches readers and

2) it’s literally the same thing Ready Player One did. Hey look i’m pointing at a thing in pop culture. Did you get my reference? Did you get it? Let me list some more colors and shapes you recognize. Did you get it? And then Gideon Nav hit the dab or whatever. Hashtag Relatable!

It’s so painfully unfunny and uncompelling every time. We can do better. Apply some creativity to your own work

[teddybeartoji]

it's confusing TO ME bc how can i say i'm not into anything rough while still being into.. dubcon and noncongsafdsafdsadgas

[lavenoon]

Gotta make sure there are as few tripping hazards as possible in the daycare <3

[vaguely-concerned]

I just *clenches fist with tears in my eyes* love the grand necropolis so much

[pinkfey]

me when the boy savior the boy saved everyone: 🤯🤯🤯

[pikasetism]

hi chat srry ive been inactive as hell i was like. rotting for a bit. heres a wip of smthn im cooking up 4 my main bleh