#hurt rang

[helenreads28]

Lee Rang Full Gumiho

Hello my beautiful people. I still haven't finished totnt 1938 but as I said in a previous post I have stumbled upon a lot of spoilers. So here's my take on Rang achieving to believe in himself and acquiring the powers of a full Gumiho in that era, but still being a half fox in 2020.

So basically, my thought process is the most basic. Our lovely mermaid died a tragic death, one that Rang coudn't prevent and lost total trust in himself and his abilities. His relationship with Yeon 1938 might have become strained again, since we see Rang be so cruel to him in 2020; they might have got into a fight. Maybe when Rang and our lovely mermaid were trying to survive, the young fox called for his hyung, but said hyung never showed up.

The outcome? Yeohee dies, with Rang probably being held by the people responsible, forcing him to watch as they kill the love of his life in front of him. How they take her scales in order to sell them and gain money; and Rang?

Rang is left more broken than ever before. Even as a full fox he wasn't able to protect the woman he loved, and still loves. Yeon never showed up to help him, no matter that they had made amends. The promise that he would protect him, that he would be there if he ever needed him is once again broken. And he is left there, in a world without the people he holds dear; with one of them brutally murdered and the other nowhere to be found. Alone in a cruel world whose only purpose is to make Rang's life as miserable as possible.

So he gives up, if life is only going to be cruel to him, then be it. He is going to be as cruel as he can too. An eye for an eye; there's no purpose in his life anymore, no purpose to keep his aching hurt beating, no purpose other that revenge, other than making the world suffer as mush as he has.

Somewhere along the way, he finds a new purpose; he finds a new family. One who finally accepts him the way he is, one who is happy to see him happy and healthy. Sadly, it seems that life has other plans and his brother gives his life for his beloved. Yeon does what Rang wasn't able to do, what he wasn't strong enough to do; and he has to give it to Yeon. In the end, he did exactly what he was out to do ever since Ah-Eum sacrificed herself for his sake.

Apart from Yeon being able to do what Rang couldn't, he also forces Rang to be the one to take his life. And there Rang is, being the one responsible for the deaths of the two most important people in his life. How could he ever move forward from that?

So when he gets the chance, he offers his life in exchange for his brother's. He at least manages to repent for one of his sins and give his brother more time with his loved ones than Rang had and craved. And somewhere deep in his mind, in his soul and in his heart, he is aware he is also sacrificing himself for Ji-Ah's sake as well. Because he knows what it's like to lose the person you love the most and be forced to keep living without them. It's a thought he never shares with the world, not even when he is so close to his death. Then, he is gone with the world ignorant to his kind, loving and protective self. He was always a martyr afterall, and martyrs never get a happy ending.

Bonus: The people who killed Yeo-hee are the people responsible for bringing the Imoogi back. The purpose of her murder? To break Rang in such a way that he will be more easily manipulated, that he will be at their mercy. He already owes them his life afterall...

[featheredadora]

[regular-gnome]

pick'a boo, making funny faces to the little kid

[beebfreeb]

Seeing as King Candy has his Candybug form, if Combo Breaker had a narratively fitting final boss form, what would it be?

Interesting question! I have ideas and concepts that are part of something I plan to make at a later date, so I will give you my "what if he got ate by a bug" thoughts.

Breaker is extraordinarily good at repressing what he wants, so this made me think: Wouldn't it be funny if he experienced the beautiful euphoria of being a horrible killing machine for a solid 5 seconds before he went NO THIS IS TOO WEIRD WHAT IF PEOPLE DON'T LIKE ME.

He'd be 100% bug inside, but using the power of vertex editing, pretending that he doesn't even want to kill and eat people AND, he'd be terrible at it!

[hughmanbean]

Lady Danielle Gotham, nee Phantom

Danny is the Reluctant King Phantom, Essence of Duality, Bringer of Balance, Protector of the Innocent, Victorious Over Plant and Weather Alike, etc. etc.

Dan(te) is the Prince, Cautioning Message, Promonition of Destruction, Wrathful Truth, Experienced Overlord and Conquest, Obsessions Deprived Newly Reborn, etc. etc.

Dani(elle/Ellie) is the Wandering Princess, Widespread Sights, Mirror Turned Painting, and now, most recently, Lady Gotham.

Let's explain.

Ellie has wandered much of their home dimension by now, and even with the Infinite Realms, wants to see an alternate Earth. Clockwork, the doting Grandpa he is, agrees, opening a portal. He says that she can do anything she wants, as long as she doesn't outright obliterate that version. The rest of them see her off, and in she goes.

The first thing she sees is a grave. Though she can't read it, as a woman in black could've been white, so long ago stands in front of it. The woman turns around, and she is

beautiful, shattered, solemn, joyful, mourning, celebrating, ominous, comforting, barely a newly minted town, an old weathered city, and

Tired. So tired. So much has happened, good and bad. She wants to watch her knights grow, to see them flourish. But even a sentient city cannot stay. Too much has changed from before. Too many magics. She has decks of curses, played or kept in her hand, but it is too much. She must reform.

Ellie is approached, and they talk. She's exploring, and this place seems really nice. A bit morbid, perhaps, but nice. Lady Gotham sees potential.

Over a few months they talk, and Lady Gotham gives not only the title, but the very essence of her beloved city to Ellie. She may not reform, and be dispersed. Or she will. But she wants someone to look after it. And Ellie can do that. She's seen so many people and places, understands how complicated it can be, and has a good relationship to the Reluctant King.

Ellie accepts. She's sad to see Lady Gotham go, but knows that nothing can forever. So she decides to check up on Lady Gotham's (who she now is) knights. And those two guys in the sewers. And the other with the bar and birds. And that woman in the catsuit and the assassin one too. All of them, actually. Invisibly, of course. Wouldn't want to do anything stupid.

She also got a cool new outfit! (Created by the essence of Gotham and herself, not that she knows that.) It feels so natural to have it on as she watches. The people she's watching, on the other hand, can feel it. The city's gaze.

Ellie has opinions. I mean, look at Mister Riding Hood! Dirtiest 'plasm she's seen! And the Bat! So many kids! Sewer dudes are actually pretty cool. Fun to hang out with. She's taken to using TVs supplied by Technus and Tucker that she's fed some ecto-essence into to let her watch them. And she's also had small picnics with some of the spirits residing there.

One day, as she's "birdwatching", or just going about her business, they see her. She doesn't notice.

[teeth--king]

Woke up and was over come with the need to make a fun piece to make myself feel better :] I know it's not popular, but I've always head cannoned Elliott as some where on the ace spectrum, maybe that's because I am ace myself, but it's just a little comfort idea I enjoy indulging in. (bonus trans for just Wolfe)

Bonus with ace flag, I was debating it but I don't know if it's messing with the flow.

[sporesgalaxy]

that polls got me fucked up realizing that i have kind of an odd stance on the concept of unconditional love. to me unconditional love is real and thats really scary because I can't control it and it can hurt me. I know from experience that I wont necessarily stop loving some people completely even when theyre horrible to me and others. I know that some people won't stop loving me even when I am hurting them. and I know that sometimes people do harmful things because they think it is what someone they love needs them to do. scary!!!!!! i'd better not fuck this up!!!!

[little-pondhead]

I wanted to try the color wheel challenge :)

[sarcasticmothdraws]

"They only loved your tricks, your charms, and the tightness of your leash."

Damn man everyone just thinks your dog boy here, huh.

[curiositydooropened]

Ranged • Masterlist

After Hell brought Horror to the Heartland, America’s dirt roads and open woods began to fall to rot and ruin. To prevent further inter dimensional slips, the government dispatched several workers, such as yourselves, to travel the country saving small communities. 

Pairing: special agent!Steve Harrington x special agent!Reader

Wordcount: TBD - This fic is on-going, some long chapters, some blurbs. Think of it as a serial, episodic.

Warnings: very slowburn, coworkers to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, canon-typical gore, weapons, fighting, murder, viruses, decay, monsters *See individual chapters for warnings.

I will be updating this fic whenever I feel like it.

This blog is 18+ only. I do not give permission for any of my fics to be duplicated, reposted, or put into AI. Thank you!

Navigation • Masterlist

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Moodboard • WIP Wednesday

Episodes:

00: Prologue - Western Montana

01: Firetower - Cascades

02: Home

03: Bewitched - The Bayou [Coming Soon]

Blurbs:

Beginnings

Halloween

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[Author's Note: This is my little answer to X-Files or Supernatural but in the Stranger Things universe. Think of each episode as like a monster-of-the-week, where Steve and his partner jet off to various areas of the US to stop the Spread of rot and kill demo-beasts. Thanks, as always, for reading. xo]

[phantoms-lair]

80

Danny Phantom x Video Game

"Condor you will be assigned a partner for this mission. Code name Potoo. He's from another agency, he'll meet you in Spain." To be honest, he was expecting someone like Krauser. What he wasn't expecting was... "Condor to Roost. That is a child." "Come again, Condor?" "Code Name Potoo is literally a child." There was no visuals on over the ear pieces, but he could imagine Hunnigan's pursed lips. "Our other branch indicated the despite his appearance, Codename Potoo wasn't a child." Our other branch was trying to get out of some shit. Because that was a child. "I don't supposed they'd be willing to offer said agents files?" "They're...classified beyond our clearance?" Hunnnigan sounded puzzled, as well she should be. They were a mission to rescue the President's daughter. Nothing should be beyond their clearance. "I think a closer look is due at our other agency. Condor out." Leon took another look at the black haired teenager who was glaring at him. Mostly looking at the shape not quite hidden under his turtleneck. Leon's money was on some kind of control collar or bomb to ensure complicity. Mission one, save Ashley. Mission two, save Codename Potoo

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Leon had been a cop for all of one day. And maybe it was egotistical, but he felt he'd been a better cop in that one day than those two were in their entire career. They didn't question the boy on the investigation. They didn't notice the collar he was wearing. They seemed very unconcerned that people had been disappeared here lately. And when one didn't come back in a timely manner from his pee break, he'd sent Leon and the kid. If it was just Leon he'd hoped it was because they HAD noticed things were wrong and this was all contrived to separate Leon and the kid so they could make sure he was okay. But no, they were just lazy. Any attempt at communication with the kid had been met with glares and Leon wasn't entirely sure he could talk. But he couldn't blame him. Look what the government had done to him, why would he trust one of it's agents?

But the further they got into the woods, the worse a feeling he had. This place felt wrong in way he couldn't put into words. He wasn't sure if he felt better or worse wen they found the house. Leon called out several times, but didn't get an answer. He apologized when they found the old man who lived there, but the kid tensed. And good instincts as he noticed the missing officers bloody id on the ground. The old man might have taken him by surprise if the kid hadn't throw a bowl off the table surprising him. Leon leapt to his feet with a spin kick that knocked the man into a wall, his neck hitting at an odd angle. The kids hands flew to his mouth. "I'm sorry you had to see that." Leon felt no regrets about killing a man who'd come after him with an ax, but doing so in front of kid was a different matter. No matter what that kid may have been forced to see prior. "It looks like one of our guides is hurt an might need medical attention. I'm going to look for him, okay?" The kid nodded, pale but still in the game. A scream lead them to the basement. Leon took lead on the search and couldn't help but draw his gun when they found him. It was the one bad habit he hadn't been able to break from Raccoon City. No matter how much it had been drilled into him that when he saw a bloody corpse that the corpse itself was not a threat, that's where his gun automatically trained. Thankfully the corpse stayed where it was. He had to get the kid out of there. "We need to stay quiet." Leon instructed. "Let's get back to the car and report this. The kid nodded, all signs of defiance gone. They moved back to the stairs, only to have the man form earlier be blocking their path. Broken neck and all. "Not again," Leon griped, earning a confused look from the kid. Still, it wasn't hard to put the dead man down again, and grab the kid to head for the car. Their path was interrupted though, by a door smashing open ,and two men leaving the previously locked off area and right down their escape route. Okay, new plan. Gesturing to be quiet, he headed down the hall towards the new area. He had to look back a few times to make sure the kid was following him, he moved so quietly. his stealth skill must have been why he was put on the mission. Sadly the new area didn't have an exit, so they went up the stairs to a small room. Leon quietly locked the door behind them. "If anyone tries to get in, barricade the door with that bookshelf." The kid nodded. Leon looked around and a small planning area caught his eye. On it were pictures of Ashley and a map of Valdelobos, with a lake marked. "Condor to Roost. I've found evidence that our target, Baby Eagle, is in the village." "Our intel was correct." Hunnigan sounded pleased. "Continue your search and I'll find what I can about the area." "Anything on the other agency." "Need to know only," Hunnigan said with an amount of frustration that mean like him, she apparently didn't need to know. "Right, Condor out." Leon shut off his comm right as there was a thud of an ax against the door. The kid was good to his instruction and slammed the bookcase down, far more easily than Leon thought he would. "We need to get out of here." Leon explained. "Follow me." He kicked out the window and dove through it. He turned to catch the kid only to find him landing by his side. He pulled them out of sight before the attackers could finish breaking down the door and see where they went. "Kid, is it going to hurt you if I take that collar off?" The kid recoiled, eyes full of fear. "I won't if it will hurt you," Leon assured. "But...I knew this girl named Sherry. She'd be about your age now. She was infected with a deadly virus and received a cure. The government wanted to take her, to make her into a weapon. And the only way they'd agree to leave her alone was if someone else took her place. Me." The kids eyes widened. "I wouldn't let them do that to Sherry. And if there's anything I can do to get you out of here, I will."

He could see hope and fear warring in his eyes until finally the kid pulled his turtleneck down, careful not to touch the medical monstrosity around his neck. Leon gulped at the sheer amount of trust he was being shown. The metal sent what felt like small shocks through his fingers as he worked on it. But the mechanism wasn't complicated and soon gave a satisfying 'clunk' as the lock unlatched.

The kid grabbed the collar flung it away as far as he could. Leon couldn't help but wince as his flesh hissed upon touching it. What had seemed like a minor irritant to him seemed to be caustic to the kid. The boy gasped for breath and made the first vocal sound Leon had ever heard him make. A sob. He collapsed to his knees and Leon caught him, holding him gently and telling him it would be okay, he's free, the government will never touch him again. The moment was broken by a cry of "¡Agarradlo!" "I'll hold them off." Leon said. "You get back to the car. Tell the officer there we were attacked and his partner is dead. When he goes to get back up flee." He lined up his shot but was interrupted by a blast of green whizzing past him and hitting the villager in the face. "I don't have to take orders anymore." The kid said shakily. "And...I want to help that girl." "This is going to be really dangerous, kid." Leon warned, trying to be nonchalant about the glowing green fire in the kids hands and eyes.. "Believe me. It's a step up from the experiments." The kid said dryly. "They were planning to torture and experiment on me till there was nothing left. They just thought using the control collar to force me on this mission would get them more funding. And my name's not kid. It's Danny." "Okay Danny. If you want to bail at any point, I'll get you out of here." "No need, I can escape just fine on my own - once Ashley's safe."

He didn't exactly plan on taking Danny's word for it, but the green fire definitely upped his survivability odds. Hopefully together they could save Ashely too.

[sufferu]

Honestly with the Emilia camp (and the others to a lesser extent) thinking that by being away from Subaru forever hell be fine.

I kinda want Subaru to have a kind of bitch face moment where he just ignores all of them for a long time as they become even more desperate to speak to him

Oh Subaru is gonna have some very well-deserved Bitch moments in BTZ III. Not even the other characters are gonna blame him for it lmao

[sandbarbirdie]

At What Cost

Description: Rhett Abbott's dreams start to take shape, but at what cost?

word count: 2.5k

c/w: blood, descriptions of injuries.

a/n: a formed thought from conversations with @sebsxphia that manifested into. This is the longest thing I have written in probably over a year so be kind.

Adrenaline pounded through Rhett. A strong pulse rang in his ears, contrasting the sharp sound of the metal gate latching and the booming announcer on the megaphone. Cheers from the stadium rumble through the earth, the high-pressure atmosphere illuminated by the bright lights shining through the dusty haze kicked up by boots.  Eight seconds. 8 seconds to win. 

Rosin sticks to his worn glove as it works into the braided leather. Simultaneously, his other hand readjusts the hat perched on his head. His eyes search over the sea of people in the stands, smiling softly to himself as they land on the familiar shape of your hat and the color of your worn jeans. He can tell adrenaline and concern courses through you, even from a distance. You swallow your worry, manifesting in how your knuckles are white from gripping the metal railing of the bleachers. Pride overpowers your outward worry as you cheer his name, your smile lighting up the stadium. You ease his stagnant anxiety.

He'd had a good circuit, making it to the Semi Finals within the collection of neighboring counties. He placed in the top 3 every ride for the entire circuit. Currently, on his second ride of the night, he sat in first. If he kept the momentum, he'd break into the national circuit at the end of the night. A rough hand on his shoulder breaks him out of his gaze and back to his place on the bull. With a deep breath and a roll of his bad shoulder, he gives a curt nod. The chute opens.

1 second. 2. 

6 more seconds to make his score. You refuse to take your eyes off him in the center of the ring to look at the timer. With each second ticking, the world slows around you. The bull's heels are high, and in a tight twist, Rhett rides. The buzzer sounds with a sharp ring throughout the arena. Instantly you are on your feet, calling out his name with joy. You were ecstatic, his hard work, and your shared sleepless nights leading up to this minute. Yet, within an instant, your breath hitches as his grip falters and he cries out. In a chaotic flurry of motion, dust kicks up. Your world stops. 

The stadium is quiet as the dust settles. Your world is unmoving. Rhett lays on the ground, and the bullfighter is yelling something incoherent to the chute. The commotion is enough to feel fear rise from your feet. Your heart quickens at the telltale stain of dark red on the dry dirt. "Get up. Come on! Get up" Your heart sinks. "Rhett, come on. Get out of there". Desperately, you call out his name, breaking the tense silence as the bull returns to the side of him. "RHETT"  Rhett grunts as he hits the ground. His hat is a few feet from impact. Numbly and gasping for air, he narrowly turns his head into the dirt, missing the hoof land on the ground adjacent to his shoulder. He blinks in a daze as a body collides above him and covers his torso.  Seconds tick by. He gasps for air, the wind knocked out of him. He only registers that he is on the ground when a hand is placed on his chest to stop him from sitting up.

Someone is speaking to him. A blurry figure tugs his vest off. His body limply reacted to the motion, ears ringing. His shaking hand reaches to the bridge of his nose. His eyes squeeze shut in an attempt to subdue the spinning. With his eyes shut, blood speckled across his cheek and forehead, his mind could only focus on you. 

Where were you? 

The bull clears, and before you can stop yourself, you are trying to jump the railing, ignoring the people beside you trying to call out to you. All you could think about was getting to him.

Pushing through pain and shallow breaths, he cranes his neck, wincing at the stadium lights. Disoriented by the brightness, he could not register the faces or what was said to him. His head spun as he tried to piece together anything. Where were you? He thought he had seen you here. Swallowing, he weakly called out. Your name tasted of copper on his lips. A cough shook his diaphragm, his world growing blurry, edges fading. He felt hands on him and weakly tried to push back. A shadow blocked the harsh lights overhead.  It had been the longest 3 minutes of your life. The determination to make it to Rhett removed any ability to make a sound judgment of time. The moment your boots hit the ground from the 4-foot drop off the stands, you started running. Fear twists in your gut with each step closer. The closer you got, the more desperate you became. Your breath hitched as his neck craned in your direction. His eyes failed to focus on you, just a few feet away. You pushed past the stadium EMT, not caring what he had to say at this moment.  Rhett coughed as your knees sank into the dirt by his head. With your hands cupping his face, you watched as his eyes looked up toward you, his vision wavering in and out of focus. Your heart sank as you realized that he could not see you. He flinched at a motion from the paramedics, overcome by blinding pain. Weakness withheld the ability to reach out to you. Rhett, you said softly in a desperate attempt to help him regain focus.  "I am right here. I am here Rhett." His eyes never reached yours, and he struggled to focus beyond the blurry edges of darkness. Unknowingly, his wide greens searched desperately for the familiar comfort of yours. Shallowly drifting out of consciousness, he murmured something that sounded like your name.

"Rhett. Rhett! Stay awake. Please- Come on Cowboy. Keep those pretty eyes open." You knew your pleads were useless as you watched his eyes blink into stillness. That did not stop them from tumbling from your trembling lips anyway.

Tears ran freely down your cheeks as you numbly watched as Rhett transferred to the backboard, a neck brace having been placed on while you kept his head still. You flexed your hands into fists in an attempt to stop their trembling.  After briefly speaking to the EMT, you returned to the parking lot. His hat found its familiar home on the dashboard. Tear-stained and with a tight chest, you climbed into the driver's seat. It numbed you to pull the seat forward instead of seating your long-legged cowboy. With a shaky thumb, you flipped through your contacts and let the tone run on speakerphone.  Caller ID: Royal 

You hadn’t slept. The nurse's tried to convince you to take a break or walk to the coffee machine at the end of the hall. Royal looked at you with an unspoken concern when you refused his extended opportunities to rest. You and Rhett had agreed that you wouldn't call him unless it was important and you were grateful for his presence when speaking with the Surgeon. Yet you let Royal off the hook from your anger, not having the energy. He hadn't been there to watch his son ride and couldn't move past leaning in the door frame watching the rise and fall of Rhett's chest. Eventually he had to return to the ranch. He gave a soft smile that didn't reach his eyes as he turned away. Leaving you and Rhett alone. Yet you never left Rhett's side. Your fingers traced patterns surrounding the IV in his hand. The nights left you with your head buried in your hands next to his bedside, often waking up from short bursts of sleep during the nurse’s night rounds with a blanket placed on your shoulders. You were grateful that the staff allowed the violation of its visitor policy with a turned eye.  Before the second surgery to reset his shoulder, he had been in and out. A few mumbled hi’s with low squinted eyes and “I love you’s” drawn out into sleep. A concussion haze took over and then the fever.  You were cautious carding a hand through his hair, unable to ignore the heat radiating and the sweat clinging to his soft curls. Fingers carefully avoiding the stitches. It was almost cruel how peaceful he looked. The bruises on his jaw had begun to heal. The underlying yellow served as a subtle reminder of the passage of time. Your heart ached, flooded with memories of similar moments in the light of early morning in your shared bedroom, a calloused hand on your hip.  His recovery hadn’t gone as initially planned. Stitches, broken ribs, and, a dislocated shoulder were enough to land him in the hospital, along with the concussion. The surgeries were successful and it was now only up to time. He had pulled through most of it, however, more concerning was the development of a building fever and potential further bleeding. 

A low hum rumbled through his chest. You missed it at first. You felt it the second time rather than heard it. Your hand had traveled to cup his face and brush a curl behind his ear.  Weakly he swallowed and pressed his head back into the pillow. Slowly, with heavy lids, his eyes blinked. His brows furrowed as he blinked again. His vision adjusted to the low amount of late afternoon sunlight streaming in the room through half-open blinds. His whole body felt heavy, he fought against it with a grunt to stay more or less upright. Confusion spun through his mind.  "You are alright", a soft voice said beside him.  He took in the edge of the hospital bed. His eyes wandered to his name written on a whiteboard by the door. He silently studied the patterned hospital gown and the sling on his left arm. Confusion continued, especially as his attempt to sit up was unsuccessful and fatigue coursed through him. His eyes wandered to the hand resting interlaced in his. His breath was shallow as he fought against the heaviness pulling him back.  He slowly turned his head towards you, eyes shut as he tried to fight the wave of exhaustion. His eyes met yours. The familiarity overwhelmed him. He’d spent so much time trying to find your eyes. Now he was searching for himself within them.  "Hi" he mumbled, wincing at the exertion of shifting in bed.  "Hey you", you said softly, smile following.  "Shit. I-" he breathed. "It’s okay. You’re okay, take your time" You spoke softly and let him process on his own. After a few moments of silence, he blinked away tears, his hand squeezed yours weakly. "Darling- I’m sorry. I scared you real bad, didn’t I?" His free hand comes up to cup your face. His thumb gently swipes underneath your eyes.  "What am I going to do with you", you laughed softly, overwhelmed with emotion. You cupped your hand over his and sighed. "but yeah, you scared us all quite a bit there" "I- I thought I heard you scream my name." He said after some time. "I tried calling out for you. I couldn't find you. Tasted too much like blood" His voice cracking. Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes. You hadn't expected him to remember.

"I was right there. Ran as fast as I could to you" He swallowed. Then he leaned back and let his hand drop from your face. His head throbbed, he pinched the bridge of his nose as a wave of dizziness overtook him.  "'m sorry." Rhett stared at the ceiling with watering eyes. Guilt racked through him. "I don't know what I was thinking" "Rhett-" "No. It was too good to be true, semifinals." He scoffed to himself. "I should've known I wasn't making the championships anyway. For what? A check and buckle? Just some bullshit. There was never a real chance of getting us out of here. Not like this anyway. " his tone shortened. "Hey- none of that. You gave them hell Rhett. People dream of riding like you did last week" "Why'd you stay? You- " He paused and looked up at you knowing not to bring up the fact that he knew that you had probably not slept much. It ate him alive, to know you had worried this much about him. That he had placed this burden on you. Previous arguments between the two of you weighed heavy on his chest. Yet sitting here, on the other end of the fear, he didn't know if it was worth it anymore. Aside from you and the animals, it was his everything. His out. His route to leaving this shitty town behind for good. He decided against finishing his thought. Dizzy, in pain and overwhelmed he closed his eyes.

"Seriously, do you think I'd just leave you like this? After everything- You paused as you realized the silent tears running down his cheeks. "Hey Hey. You'll be alright Cowboy. We'll be alright." you said softly as you ran your hands through his hair again. You cursed softly realizing just how warm he had grown. His body started to relax and he mumbled something about being dizzy as fatigue started to return. You pressed the call button and wiped his tears.

"Will- Wiil you stay?" He hiccuped.

"Course. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here when you wake up"

[hellogoodbyeitsme]

Broke: Damian is bad at being a Robin because he's too violent

Woke: Damian is bad at being a Robin because he's afraid to hurt people

[flufflecat]

the ouija board has arrived

[catxolotlquoise]

Old stuff plus a mini-comic I finally finished :3

Funny twin sister shenanigans hehe