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jazzzzzzhands · 3 months ago
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oh... its officially october i really hadnt noticed... but i have an announcement that ive been dreading to make I say this with a heavy heart... But i wont be doing Inktober this year
I've been doing Inktober for 8 years now And everyyear i pour my heart and soul into doing Inks that seemingly seem to happen by magic and i usually feel such a big inspiration to do my Best Works! and i will admit that i usually prepare for it too But something happened this year and well I havent really been myself this year Art has been hard, doing anything has been hard i am trying! I'm happy to have the asks that i have to inspire me But everytime i've gone to Ink, the drive has.. just not been there i did manage! to do about 4 of them I will post them a bit spaced out through this week But after that.. I think what i will do is that i will reblog my favorite inktobers throughout the year that i have done in honor Another thing im doing is im trying to rekindle my love in different fandoms, because it sort of feels like i've already drawn for everything! i'm watching a lot of shows.. playing games it feels like fandoms are at a standstill right now I'm just waiting for the next big excitement to hit! It definitely feels like a grand Pause Where im revisiting a lot of old shows while im waiting I know not a lot of people will be bothered, Im not a very well known artist. But for anyone who knew me for my inks I do apologize to you and to myself It honestly breaks my own heart that im just... not doing it this year ive always looked so forward to it... But also ive always just tried to do the extraordinary, always one-upping myself! going the distance! Inktober always has been magical for me... I'm not sure if i will be "fixed" by next year or if it will feel ok to return after missing a year but i just dont have it this year the drive, the motivation, the energy, the magic... i have to look inside and find it again
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starry-bi-sky · 11 months ago
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I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.
Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.
And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.
Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.
They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.
When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.
Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.
When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.
"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.
"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.
Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.
Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.
Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.
When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.
Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.
because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far
when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)
danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.
and god help him, he's going to help people.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#dpxdc prompt#this is just me torturing danny for a little bit because im stressed and i cried for an hour while i was driving so im taking it out on B#thanks for being my little stress ball danny#aha my old middle school habit of frankensteining two characters together is resurfacing again :) yall should've seen my wattpad drafts#in middle school. i had 50 of them and most of them were me combining two characters together to make one person and putting them in one au#my most memorable being skydoesminecraft and harry potter. THAT was a fun worldbuilding experience#do i think that growing up with the fentons would fix bruce/danny completely?? hurm. no. dont kid yallselves jazz is not a licensed#therapist not even at like. nine when she meets danny. she's not helping him through his trauma in the slightest. she's nagging.#she's his sister or sister-like figure before she's his therapist. would he be#*entirely* like canon bruce tho?? no. dannybruce is a mix of the both of them. but this is still the first post of the au and is more so#just me doing the equivalent of popping a stress ball so nothing is smoothed over. mostly im just trying to keep bruce's trauma prominent i#danny's character because he IS Bruce. i dont want him to just be 'danny with bruce's backstory but without any of the ugly bits'.#danny and bruce is used interchangeably because they're the same person but sorry if his personality feels imbalanced i came up with this o#the spot. was going to type more but the stress has left me. for now. watch ur back danny 👀
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iilmunchkiin · 1 month ago
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Just saw an absolutely amazing post that convinced me that Ceroba would be the one who confesses first.
(op turned turned off reblogs unfortunately so I'm making this post (┬┬﹏┬┬)) ("Just put the link to the post here-" No, you absolute buffoon, they turned it off for a reason and I'm going to respect that) (also potential rambling?? again??) (future LM here, yep there is alot of rambling. this was supposed to be a character analysis but I accidentally made a fic halfway LMAOAOAOAOAOA )
god I'm a sucker for slow burn and angst (duh, you all know that) I used to think that Starlo wouldn't be able to take it anymore and finally get the balls to confess to her, he goes up to her and it'll be the usual cheesy but wholesome moment with him nervously laughing, Ceroba getting surprised so she turns away while brushing off some hair that got on her face, Starlo sheepishly rubbing the back of his head and stuttering to get the words out. It'll all be planned of course he's a gentleman, he's just so stupidly nice and understanding that if Ceroba just flat out tells him "I don't wanna be in a romantic relationship with you" I just know he's going to smile and tell her it's okay and he'd still be there for her and it won't affect their friendship at all and he's going to stay by her side de jashdkahsd sorry the brainworms are doing the thing again.
Of course the idea of Ceroba confessing first also came into my mind, her realizing she's in love with Starlo but now has to fight the guilt thinking that she's "betraying/cheating on Chujin" made the little angsty gremlin in me giggle but I just preferred it would be Starlo who breaks the ice just for shittles and giggles (I like seeing him get all blushy and shy HIHIHIHIH). Also adding the fact that Ceroba DID consider getting together with him but she brushes it off cuz she thinks he's still too immature. (Yes I am aware Ceroba acknowledges Starlo growing up in True Pacifist but I didn't give it that much thought I was in delulu land)
But then I saw the post and ho h my god oh my goddddddd.....
I was a fool
Starlo is aware of what Ceroba has gone through and as her childhood best friend he would respect her and not risk overwhelming her with a confession cuz OF COURSE HE WOULDNT, and if he DID consider confessing it would be YEARS after the whole "Clover-sacrificing-themselves-for-the-futue-of-monsterkind" ordeal but he would have probably fallen out of love at this point and it would go
⭐: "OH YEAH btw I had a crush on you when we were kids" 🦊: "HUH"
(not dismissing the chance he could still be in love with her despite that I mean he's dedicated and loyal and so damn devoted to her it makes sense, it was just had a funny thought giggles)
But then after reading the post, it reopened the idea of Ceroba confessing first and... oh my god it was glorious. It would start small, thinking he looked nice one day, subconsciously gazing at him and adoring him at the distance as he talks his usual nonsense at the saloon with the feisty 5, wanting to hang out with him a little more than usual, until it slowly builds up over time. She starts noticing the little things about him, his wide smile, the sound of his voice and the laughter he makes when he does his usual shenanigans with her in post-pacifist where things are starting to get brighter as they heal together, she would call him an idiot but god he would just smile at her again and the little dimples on the sides of his face would make her melt without knowing and she swears she felt her face get warm but brushes it off, thinking it's nothing. But that's where the snowball keeps getting bigger, she would see him talking to the folk again at the saloon and wish it was her he was laughing with, she'll quickly snap out of it, shake her head a little and think about how weird it was for her to have thought about that. She'd find herself beaming when he calls her name and feel so stupid for doing so, "Why am I so happy all of a sudden? He says my name all the time..."
And the snowball finally crashes when they have one of those talks, y'know the ones where you usually have at 3 am with your friends? Just talking about life in general, talking about the future, what are each of them scared of, what they feel and what they think about things, just being so vulnerable and open with each other. They've had their fair share of these talks but today was different. He looked absolutely stunning, despite being mentally exhausted he still looked divine, the way his eyes droop when his expression softens, the slow rise and fall of his chest when he sighs, his wide glistening smile turning into a small and soft curl on his lips. She can't help herself but make subtle touches and discreetly brush her shoulder against his as they lean towards the railings of the balcony, fighting the urge to just reach out and figure out small ways to make contact with him. She gazes at him the entire time, analyzing him, noticing all the little changes he makes, why can't she look away? She can't, she tried, so many times but it still ends up with her looking at him again trying to burn the image of him in her mind, wanting to leave it there forever. When the talk comes to a close, he turns to her and offers a hug, she accepts it and the moment he melts into her arms, she feels a sudden warmth on her chest and it instantly scatters around her entire body, enveloping her. They share each other's warmth, she slowly buries her face onto his shoulder, cherishing this small moment with him as they hold each other tight in each other's embrace. She's closing her eyes, inhaling his scent, it feels like she's in a dream, she doesn't want this moment to end, she doesn't wanna wake up just yet but.... They break a part, he gives her his goodbyes. As she goes home she lays in bed, face up, staring at the ceiling as she recalls everything that happened to her, putting pieces of the puzzle together as she finally comes to terms with herself and gets hit with the realization. It all comes crashing down to her, her eyes widen and she lets out an audible groan. She lays in silence for a moment, feeling absolute agony for being so stupid, she peaks through her fingers and looks back up the ceiling again, "Fuck..."
I haven't even dabbled with what goes on in her head after she accepts this fact, the sudden guilt consuming her, feeling like she betrayed Chujin, the person she loved with her entire soul only to fall for another. She hates it. And if she confesses she's going to be a wreck and Starlo just instantly goes to comfort her, telling her it's okay, she doesn't have to force herself to confess to h- No. She wants this, she's absolutely in love, he may have fallen first but she fell even harder, but with so much conflict in her mind, wanting to hold his hand without the weight on her shoulders pulling her back. The entire time they're together, Starlo finds the time to console her, comfort her, feeling horrible for making him stay up late just for her but he says he doesn't mind and he himself wants this, feeling absolutely honored to have her in her arms and that she trusts him so much that she's just so open and vulnerable and he's being so kind and patient to her I hate them I HATE THEM I FFUCKING HATE THUEJN R F FUCK FUCKF FFIFUUCJCC N I HATE THEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
thE SLOW BURN IS SO SLOW BUT KEEP UP AND SET THE KITCHEN IN FLAMES PLEASE RAUGHHH
SAVE ME STAROBA W AS SAV VE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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TL;DR: uhhhh read a post and it convinced me that Ceroba slowly falls in love with Starlo over time without realizing it and when she finally does she feels really guilty cuz it feels like she's betraying Chujin, the slow burning is burning and the angst is scrumptious. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. /j
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summerroseart · 9 months ago
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Hiiiii hi!!! This AU is actually still completely brain rotting me :)
If everyone wants to cry, I've decided that the characterization fits best with the SCU versions of the Sonic characters, so we're traumatizing him by blowing up his dad! (I'm genuinely so sorry)
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Bonus father-son bonding! Punch that guy in the face!!
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dailykugisaki · 7 months ago
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Day 223 | id in alt
Maki thinking some very unsorcererly things over a piece of damn cheesecake.
(Read from right to left💥)
#dailykugisaki#jjk#kugisaki nobara#itadori yuji#zenin maki#inumaki toge#its always the cheesecake tbh#cheese cake isn't bad i think it depends on the type for me tbh sometimes it takes too....cakey....???#fuck i dont even know#ive had some very good cheesecake in my life and man im trying to rob a relative of her recipe#anyway. Maki had a strict diet because of the clan but because Kugisaki showed up and found out her love of junkfood....#it all came crashing down VERY quickly#Kugisaki indulges Maki and vice versa. its kinda funny how they're both violent enablers of eachother#Not pointing fingers but if you're gonna be vauge in the comments then get out or post up in the asks#tell me what ails you#for the other people#these two are fucking deranged idk what their issue is but im sure ill figure it out sometime#im getting there nobamaki enjoyers im getting there TRUST TRUST#time to get hysterically distracted while i write the description of the images#suddenly everything turns into cocomelon#i fucked up the placement but yknow my ass#Kugisaki and Maki are just too silly they're trying to exist but they're so fucked up#my silliest silly#Maki has only the faintest idea of fucked up connections and nobody talks about how shes absolutely abysmal at it#my brain is envisioning Kugisaki with a brick and that's it rn#Beyonce songs are playing#am i hallucinating#the fucked up spoon....lordt#thought about those wack bitches with those wide ass necks and cried#i hope you all imagine everytime i type shit in the tags that its of those stressed ass evangelion screams
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cannibaleather · 3 months ago
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For the boys who cry. (Me).
I'M A REAL BOY BOY AND I CRY
I LOVE MYSELF AND I WANT TO TRY
(Lyrics from Samaritans by Idles)
Background with no text cuz i'm way proud of it
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ladykyriaa · 1 year ago
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Idk about you guys. But mentally. I am still here. That kiss was everything to me and I don't even mean it in a romantic shippy way
I keep thinking about how Alya was literally the first person to probably show any real support for Marinette against Chloe. How without her, she probably wouldn't have become ladybug and have the self confidence that she does now.
Later on she'd also be the first person to KNOW (master fu not included) who ladybug is. And let's not even mention the first person Ladybug trusted and gave a miraculous to.
To see their friendship come in full circle in the special is just. Idk it's so beautiful. I was already sobbing before but when she kissed Marinette, I full on BAWLED my eyes out.
I am so mentally unwell
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yesimwriting · 1 month ago
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i haven’t talked to my best friend because she got a boyfriend about 2 months ago and she ghosts me every time she gets into a relationship and i miss her so bad
we’ve been best friends since elementary school and she’s done this EVERY time she starts dating someone and i don’t want to sound overly needy but i feel like she’s perfectly capable of handling having a boyfriend and texting me every once in awhile but i don’t think i can say anything without sounding needy and dramatic :(
and ik how this sounds but she’s such a good friend when she isn’t dating anyone and i’m not saying i expect her to talk to me AS much as she does when she’s single but like responding to my texts every once in awhile doesn’t feel like a huge ask
i just miss knowing about her life and her knowing about mine
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andromedaexists · 2 months ago
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"i'm literally never beating the allegations" and then the allegations are that i like skrunkly looking guys
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capriszn · 1 month ago
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personally i loved arcane s2 more than the first, it was so so beautiful and memorable and visibly crafted with love!!!!! i cried constantly throughout eps 4-7 and held my breath for the final episode and yall can complain about pace and unanswered questions all you want, i don‘t really agree that these were actual issues.. and then it got gayer too so ofc this show is going down in history now as the best animated series since avatar but u didnt hear that from me ig
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jeahreading · 3 months ago
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btw yk what I HATE. I hate the fucked up timings of Durga Poojoo this year. Last year I couldn't give the pushapanjoli becuase I was on my periods, I was terribly sad and when I found out it started on saptami at 3 in the night, i literally went out into the dining room and started crying, Giving the pushpanaji is the highlight of a Duga Pujo
Guess what's happening this year, becuase of how fucked up the timings of the durga pujo are, the pandal neared to us, and the only one we can go to for some reason isn't even doing Ashtami pushpanjali. It's straight up going to Navami pushpanjali.
We, meaning me and my mom were supposed to go see Maa today, yeah belive it or not, i haven't seen maa this pujo yet, not even once, I was very excited we were going to go at 4pm, then my mom called me into the room and told me about the pushpanajali thing, I said fine, that's ok but we're still going to see maa ONCE, ONCE pbefore we give the pushpanjali right? And she started shouting at me that I keep suffocating her with the requests and that it was not in her power to take us to the pandal because my dad isn't here.
She has been slacking off and saying no to things an moment pe for the entire time my dad hasn't been here, she keeps saying "w e'll do it when your dad comes back, we'll do that when he's here again" I can understand is certain cases, but every time? And always minutes before we go do that thing, she keeps saying "I can't drive properly, let's not take chances" ?? while she boasted to me about how "I used to drive on uphill mountain roads" EVERY.SINGLE.DAMND.TIME someone questioned her driving skills??
NOT EVEN ONCE ARE WE GOING TO SEE MAA, BEFORE GIVING PUSHPANJALI, OH WHAT PUHSPANJALI, NOTT HE ASHTAMI ONE, BECUASE FOR SOME REASON I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO BE ABLE TO GIVE THE PUSHPANJALI, NOT LAST YEAR AND NOT THIS YEAR. ADN WE AREN'T GOING TO THE MAHASHTAMI PUJO EITHER BECUASE IT'S AT 6 IN THE MORNING AND SHE MADE THE FACE THAT SAYS "I CAN'T BOTHER GETTING UP AT THAT TIME"
I just I CAN'T, she cancelled going to the program, she can't bother to go to the market, she can't take me 5 kms to a pandal, a pandle that is near to a place she has driven to countless times.
I don't even want to go to the pandle this year, it's better my not even going in front of maa when I haven't bothered going to her before going for the pushpanajali.
My mom is all happy and merry, making me clean the house with her, do every thing related to dust even though we both have a severe dust allergy. Beacuase "PUJO CLEANING" , WHAT PUJO?? I HAVEN'T SEEN THE GOD I AM SUPPOSED TO BE DOING THIS FOR? WHAT'S THE POINT
I told my dad to wake up early find a pandal nearby and atleast give th epushpanajali in hope that
1 he's atleast able to give the pushpanjali, even though he won't be able to come ehre in time to do it with us
2 My mom will feel better about the whole, "well if he isn't giving pushpanjali why should I bother"
I don't know I DONT' KNOW, THE ONE GODDAMNG TIME DURING THE WHOLE YEAR WHEN I AM EXCITED AND HAPPY SOMETHING HAS TO HAPPEN TO MAKE IT BAD
Idk maybe I'm overreacting,
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dyiandarko · 8 months ago
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the night we met — kyle “gaz” garrick — mlm
cw: mention of blood (light)
i cried while writing this im done for
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Corrupted leaders, rising tensions throughout nations, and poorly made decisions.. it all led to this moment. Your entire neighborhood fleeing, emergency alarms going off everywhere, from phones, televisions, even outside. Everybody was running to a hopeful safety.
Your husband, Kyle, had died years ago in battle, leaving you the gorgeous house you guys lived in together for years prior. You were obviously devastated by his death, becoming severely depressed and your life feeling like it was put on a standstill for months, but you were glad he wasn’t around to have to live through the world going to shit.
As you watched out your window, watching the families of the neighborhood you lived in packing up their cars and driving off, you knew it was the end you’ve hoped would be put off for as long as possible. But, you only had one place in mind, and as you walked to your car, you knew exactly where you’d be going.
You had drove until you reached a wooded area near the high school you guys went to, where you guys met at a party that was hosted in the woods, right by a cliff with a gorgeous lake that everybody swam in until sunrise. You got out of your car, looking up at the orange, smokey sky before proceeding into the area.
You walked for quite a while, taking in the familiar area. it was peaceful, until it wasn’t. You heard something soar over your head, above the treetops. Looking up, you caught a glimpse of what looked like a missile flying over you. You stood still for a second before you heard a loud explosion in the distance, flinching slightly at the sound with wide eyes.
You eventually reached the cliff, seeing the view, the lake below and the city in the distance. It reminded you of when you and him jumped off of it into the lake, sitting at the edge and drinking cheap liquors with your friends.. all too familiar.
You stood there for a while in silence, before hearing a familiar voice.
“The view’s beautiful, ain’t it?” said a familiar British accent.
You immediately whipped around, seeing the face of your husband again. You knew you were hallucinating, you saw the blood covering him, seeping out of the bullet holes. No way he could’ve been alive.
“Kyle?” you said, your voice shaky, cracking slightly. “What are you doing here..? What—“ you said, trying to make sense of everything that was happening.
“Shhh.. it’s okay. I knew I’d find you here, it’s the end, y’know? I knew you’d want to be somewhere that reminded you of us.” he said, smiling warmly as he walked up to you, his fingertips brushing against your face. His touch was cold, truly the touch of something otherworldly. He was just a mere ghost in front of you.
You closed your eyes as a tear seeped out of the corner of your left eye, rolling down your cheek.
“Hey, don’t cry, my love. Look on the bright side, we’ll meet again really, really soon. I promise, sweetheart.” he said. That sweet tone of his piercing your heart, crumbling it into pieces when you knew you couldn’t touch him, hug him, kiss him.. he was nothing but a hallucination right now, a spirit.
A second missile flew over your head, a loud roar beaming through the air, piercing your eardrums as it soared over your head in the direction of the city, which was in the distance. You immediately turned around, looking at the city that was now being hit with missiles every other second.
You felt a cold touch on the back of your neck, a shiver going up your spine at the sensation. You looked over at him.
“You’ll always be my boy, okay? I’ve always been watchin’ since I passed, I was always with you. And real soon, I’ll be able to hold you again.” he said looking at you with soft eyes, a smile on his face.
You smiled weakly, tears pouring out of your eyes, “I love you so much, Kyle.. you’ll never understand..” you said, sniffling and looking back at the city. Your eyes went wide at the sight of several bigger, brighter objects hurdling towards the city.
The cold sensation on the back of your neck was then gone. “I love you too, I’ll see you soon.” the familiar voice of your husband had replied. It then felt lonelier around you, causing you to look over.
The spot where he was once next to you was now empty. You immediately looked around, trying to see if you could locate him in the wooded area that started behind you. Suddenly, your attention was diverted to your phone when you got a government-issued alert.
“NUCLEAR MISSILE INBOUND: SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY” read the alert, the emergency alert alarm coming from your phone. You then heard multiple loud explosions, followed by a combination of bright lights and large balls of fire coming from the direction of the city you once knew and loved.
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fatexbound · 3 months ago
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I'm so fucking mad I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight.
Because holy FUCK does my dad NOT take no for an answer bo matter what I do. I hate this. I hate my job. I hate the fact that I even studied it for four years. Everyone fucking wants something and it's so overwhelming sometimes, I want to do nothing but lie in bed all day. It's just a trial, it's no big deal. But I've been going out with my parents since Friday and I need a fucking break from that and people.
Oh, new connections. He's tired of me being single. Cool, I am too but forcing it isn't gonna work. God forbid I'm an introvert who's scared of commitments.
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hecksupremechips · 5 months ago
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My madoka magica hot take is I like sayaka/kyoko as a ship more than madoka/homura
#madoka magica#both ships are very very good and make me feral but god kyoko/sayaka really caters to me#i am biased cuz sayaka is my favorite character lol and i just want good things for her#but i mean we get them as enemies fighting to the death obsessively like sayaka gets so focused on proving herself to kyoko she cant think#of anything else and she wastes her energy fighting her instead of witches and just the foil like#both used their wish to grant something for someone else and kyoko lost everything as a result and decided that nothing good will ever come#of helping others so she should only look after number one and of course shed think that cuz shes all she has left#meanwhile sayaka refuses to take care of herself because she never wants others to suffer so she only exists for others#and both of them change their perspectives in pursuit of each other theyre literally red and blue#and i love seeing the development of their relationship and kyokos feelings i love her offering to kill ryosuke for sayaka#and how terrified she is in that moment when she sees sayakas lifeless body separated from the soul gem#or how she shares her story and remembers why she started fighting because of sayaka and fucking#THE WAY SHE ACTS SELFLESSLY AND STUPIDLY OPTIMISTIC TO SAVE SAYAKA FROM HER WITCH FOR#THE WAY SHE SACRIFICES HERSELF TO CONNECT WITH HER THE LOVE SONG#THEM HOLDING HANDS WHILE SAYAKA CRIES AND KYOKO IS THERE FOR HER AND THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER SO WELL#god fucking dammit these fucking gay people are ruining my sleep#yeah idk if its obvious but i have a specific type when it comes to ships i love when characters beat each other up and are the center of#each others motivations and go through the horrors together and come out the other side and love each other deeply#love each others flaws and theres understanding and tenderness#i haaaave to draw them but i also have to draw a lot of blorbos rn alkksk
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fruity-blogs · 1 year ago
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Losing Hanji meant...
No more of listening to Hanji's interesting discoveries and ideas.
No more bickering about washing their laundry.
No more of playful trashing on their beloved commander's thick brows together.
No more of the sudden "LEVIIIIIII!" screams out of nowhere.
No more of being the partners in crime on various missions.
No more of staying nights after nights by each other's side in the face of adversity.
No more of a whole soul existing.
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moonilit · 2 years ago
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what yall talking about? Kaveh doesn't have a 'sad' backstory he just got some struggles, like that what the average human being go through
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