#pastout

[sparklecryptid]

Hello ~ I just have a thought that made me sad about Ace. What if he can't save Ardyn, he only find a way to delay his death from the prophecy but he still is curse. And the time past, until Ace are old, everyone he loved are already pastout, and during his entire life he was searching a cure for his uncle but never found one. And so it is the time for him to go and Ardyn is by his side. After that, Ardyn causes the Endless night so everyone could share his pain and grief.

"You need to promise me," Ace says, his eyes desperate and dimming. Ace is old, his dark skin wrinkled and his hands no longer deft as they used to be. Those hands are still strong enough to hold Ardyn's own tightly. "You need to promise me not to do anything rash."

"I promise," Ardyn says and ignores how tight his throat feels, each word spoken feels like a knife, "I can honor the wish of a dying man, it's the least I owe you."

Ace laughs. It's the same laugh he had as a child. It's a laugh that brought Ardyn as much joy as it does sorrow now.

"I'm sorry," Ace says, "For being selfish."

You wanted to save me, Ardyn does not say, You wanted to save someone cursed and damned no matter the price. You never gave up even as your body grew old and frail-

I want to keep you.

It isn't a surprising thought. Ardyn has long thought of how he could keep his nephew by him. The nephew he named Prince and crowned under the cover of darkness lies dead and dying and all Ardyn can think of is how easy it would be to make Ace into someone like Ardyn. The oaths are already in place, it would be easy to slip the Scourge into his sons body and make sure that Ace can't leave him.

Ardyn lets the thought dissipate as he stares into Ace's knowing eyes.

"You were always too smart."

Ace laughs as his eyes close.

"I know."

(Ace made him promise not to do anything rash. The night that descends on the world isn't a rash decision. The daemons that swarm and gather and kill and feast are not command to do so. Everything falls into place. A plan centuries in the making thrusts the world into darkness.

Ace made Ardyn promise not to do anything rash.

The start of the Endless Night is anything but rash.)

[quesims]

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[donnieboogie]

PARFOIS JE TÉLÉPHONE A DIEUJUSTE POUR LUI DIRE DE CE TAIREET DE ME LAISSER M’OCCUPER DU SHOWJE NE CRAINS PAS DE FAIRE DES ERREURSPARCE QU’ELLES N’EXISTENT PASTOUT CE QUE JE FAIS EST MALET JE PENSE QUE C’EST CE QUI A DE SI BEAU

[rocknroll1156]

YOU PASTOUT ON ME FRIDAY NIGHT HONEY.BUT I TUCKED YOU IN WITH MY LOVE I HAVE ONLY FOR YOU,LOVE ROCKNROLL REBEL

[sophiemalisha]

Night life.

[crawford-denim]

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[happyhologrammiracle]

LE FEU - MARC OGERET/ LOUIS ARAGON

LE FEU – MARC OGERET/ LOUIS ARAGON

NIALA – LA St-JEAN LE FEU – MARC OGERET/LOUIS ARAGON Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, cela ne s’éteint pasToute ma forêt, je suis là qui brûleJ’avais pris ce feu pour le crépusculeJe croyais mon cœur à son dernier pas.J’attendais toujours le jour d’être cendreJe lisais vieillir où brise l’osierJe guettais l’instant d’après le brasierJ’écoutais le chant des cendres, descendre.J’étais du couteau, de l’âge…

[thepocketdolls]

#SleepingBeauty went down for a #Nap. But the #Hours past. #LostTrack. Still not #WakingUp. Are you #PastOut? #Poetry #Lyrics #Inspiration #Doll

[starspiantedchildren]

Nagisa: "who put that there though?"

Golden just opened the door to show a giant room. It was a red and purpleish gray room. A giant bed, a balcony, a bathroom, closet, everything they need for their talents. It was warm and seems welcoming.

Marinette was in the bed pastout. It looked like she lost breath while run to find Masaru. But who put her here?

EVENT: Killing Game.(four years into the future, si Lavender is 18 by now)

"NO! I **!+÷@!==$@^@^@&@<@&"

"H-hey! Let me &#^#&&@"

................

You woke up on a island to see a girl with blonde hair, a long purple dress with a dark blue wave that had creepy screaming faces on it, a blue shawl, black Mary Jane's, and light skin. She was passed out. When you got up and looked around to be meet by another girl.

This one had fair skin, a mask that looks like Mikado's was on her face, short spiky pruple hair with brown strikes in it, a sleeveless black hoodie with a purple gem print on it, black shorts, black boots, purple arm warmers, and a purple scarf tied on her right arm. The girl's right hand had only four fingers, the middle one being the one that is missing. The girl also have a purple and black backpack.

"Good morning~ stay with Marinette ok? We don't want her to get hurt yet after all right?"

The girl with the mask turned around to leave but said

"Oh! My name is Lavender Nijiue-Momota, the Ultimate Rogue. A pleasure to met you"

She left and the blonde girl, who must be Marinette was still passed out. What do you do?

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[clownpool]

–––––– Kyle ; ( @superheroxlanding ): An ogre from a swamp. How original.

of the many Gladstone house rules, and yes, there were plenty of house rules, there was one that was always held at the top of the list. top priority. Monday nights were off limits. and there were plenty of times Kyle learned that bitter lesson in his life. no one was to mess with Monday Nights, also known as Family Nights, also and most aptly famed Bachelor Nights. of the many years of being a part of the Gladstone household, Kyle couldn’t deny the insatiable requests of one of the world’s die hard members of the Bachelor Nation. having spent every Monday night in that family room theorizing over contestants and the dramatics, he found it hard, himself, to denounce the fandom as well.

at first, he didn’t understand the weekly ritual,  he groaned about it like any teenager would, but now it was something to look forward to. the trash television not only pulled him away from his grueling teenage years, incessant homework assignments, and the awkward silences he’d left to his phone devices on his end of text conversations (we’ll get to that Renjae talk later) but it supplied the night with lighthearted pranks he’d played on his father as Gil would typically fall asleep on that recliner in the last 10 or so minutes of the episode.

he was holding his camera phone eye level to his father as the sounds of Chris Harrison’s voice teased the Outro, “Next time on the Bachelor”. Kyle’s snickers would be heard in the Snapchat story as the doe-like antler filter on his father created a cute scene for his followers.

“Dad,” it was a drawn out sigh of which he spoke in as he posted the finally video of the night captioned “#pastout 👻💫”

he nudged once more, like Simba to Mufasa during the opening credits of Disney’s The Lion King, and in similar fashion. “Daaaaad”. And he began to poke the face. “Dad.” poke “Dad.” aother poke “Dad. Come on.” a final poke and with the remote he spiked the television volume up to the highest decibel, in attempt to frighten the man from his sleep. “Rise and shine, you’ll hurt your back sleeping like that, Old Man!!”

[wawalu]

Jacques Dutronc. ‘Dans la vie faut pas s’en faire’. [Maurice Chevalier cover live @ tv].

En sortant du trente et quaranteJe ne possédais plus un radisDe l'héritage de ma tanteTout autre que moi se serait ditJe vais me faire sauter la cervelleMe suicider d'un coup de couteauM'empoisonner me fiche à l'eauEnfin des morts bien naturellesMais voulant finir en beautéJe me suis tué à répéter : Dans la vie faut pas s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pasToutes ces petites misèresSeront passagèresTout ça s'arrangeraJe n'ai pas un caractèreA me faire du tracasCroyez-moi sur terreFaut jamais s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pas Je rentre à Paris mais mon notaireM'annonce : votre père plein d'attentionVous colle un conseil judiciaireEt vingt-cinq louis par mois de pensionEt comme je ne vois plus personneDont vous puissiez être héritierFaut travailler prendre un métierC'est le conseil que je vous donneUniquement vous voudriezQue je vole le pain d'un ouvrier Dans la vie faut pas s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pasCes petites misèresSeront passagèresTout ça s'arrangeraJe n'ai pas un caractèreA me faire du tracasCroyez-moi sur terreFaut jamais s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pas Dans la vie faut pas s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pasJe n'ai pas un caractèreA me faire du tracasCroyez-moi sur terreFaut jamais s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pasEn sortant du trente et quaranteJe ne possédais plus un radisDe l'héritage de ma tanteTout autre que moi se serait ditJe vais me faire sauter la cervelleMe suicider d'un coup de couteauM'empoisonner me fiche à l'eauEnfin des morts bien naturellesMais voulant finir en beautéJe me suis tué à répéter : Dans la vie faut pas s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pasToutes ces petites misèresSeront passagèresTout ça s'arrangeraJe n'ai pas un caractèreA me faire du tracasCroyez-moi sur terreFaut jamais s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pas Je rentre à Paris mais mon notaireM'annonce : votre père plein d'attentionVous colle un conseil judiciaireEt vingt-cinq louis par mois de pensionEt comme je ne vois plus personneDont vous puissiez être héritierFaut travailler prendre un métierC'est le conseil que je vous donneUniquement vous voudriezQue je vole le pain d'un ouvrier Dans la vie faut pas s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pasCes petites misèresSeront passagèresTout ça s'arrangeraJe n'ai pas un caractèreA me faire du tracasCroyez-moi sur terreFaut jamais s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pas Dans la vie faut pas s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pasJe n'ai pas un caractèreA me faire du tracasCroyez-moi sur terreFaut jamais s'en faireMoi je ne m'en fais pas

[crawford-denim]

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[sophiaslittleblog]

The carpet cleaning is done and my hair is getting done for my interview. I’m going to pastout later.

[gock3]

On the breaking point

This is not really a "blogging place" but fuck it.. Im so close to totally breaking apart, yesterday i sat in a corner of the kitchen stressing about doing disches and that im soon moving far away. I started to hyperventilate and almost pastout, my lips and fingertips felt funny and i was dizzy and had to go and sleep it off on the couch. I cant take much more pressure, i dont seem to be able to turn my life around and im soon moving far away from where i grew up.. I am one step closer to happiness or one step closer to not only failure but totally dostroying my life, hm i wonder why im so stressed and breaking apart.. Everyday my chest and throat burns, everyday i feel like im gonna throw up and i kinda do a little everyday. I dont have any friends who live close.. all i have is people on the other side of my screen and its great but what about real connection? Sitting down having a meal or seeing a movie. Going out and getting lost in conversations? I miss it, i miss the few friends i was lucky to have but there all gone now and soon will i. I will probably never hear from any of you, so bye and i hope to see you in another lifetime.

[happyhologrammiracle]

LE FEU - ARAGON/ MARC OGERET

LE FEU – ARAGON/ MARC OGERET

LE FEU – ARAGON/ MARC OGERET Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, cela ne s’éteint pasToute ma forêt, je suis là qui brûleJ’avais pris ce feu pour le crépusculeJe croyais mon cœur à son dernier pas.J’attendais toujours le jour d’être cendreJe lisais vieillir où brise l’osierJe guettais l’instant d’après le brasierJ’écoutais le chant des cendres, descendre. J’étais du couteau, de l’âge égorgéJe portais mes…