#Run Boy Run

[canisalbus]

Found out through another post that there are unicode characters for some Egyptian hieroglyphs, so I went to take a look at the wikipedia page and…

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Pointy thin dog? Reminds me of someone 👀

𓃡𓃡𓃡𓃡𓃡𓃡𓃡𓃡𓃡𓃡𓃡𓃡

Oh you can colour them too!!

𓃡 𓐆𓐆 𓃗𓐆𓐆

Oh no! He’s running from a horse now! Run boy, RUN!!

𓈗𓈗𓈗 𓃡 𓐆𓐆 𓃗𓐆𓐆

But there’s a river up ahead!! What will he do??

𓃡 𓊝𓈗𓈗𓈗𓈗𓈗𓈗𓃗

Thankfully our boy found a handy boat and crossed safely!

This anon in my inbox is playing with hieroglyphs like dolls.

(edit: I also went to look if they happened to have any floppy eared hounds and sadly that doesn't seem to be the case

but I found this plucked chicken instead)

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#run boy run #answered #anonymous #gift art #own characters #Machete

[last-sol]

@xxtc-96xx made a GIF and now there’s music.

The song was mentioned by @ultramarinemewtwo and I think it absolutely fits.

I don’t own any of this stuff. Just wanted to add the music since I had the chance.

#xxtc 96xx #Newtwo #run boy run #you won’t get far #but she enjoys the hunt

[pigeonwit]

“Davey – Day, c'mon, y’ain’t makin’ any sense…” Jack says gently, rubbing his hand across Davey’s shoulders. “I mean, d’ya just not like her? ‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, sometimes a girl just ain’t the one-”

“But she was.” Davey insists, and he feels all the more like a child for it. “She – she was smart, a-and funny, and beautiful, and if there was ever a girl I could’ve liked, could’ve – could’ve been with, it’d be her, b-but I… I just…”

He takes a painful breath, his voice crushed - like shards of glass - into his throat.

“Jackie, I don’t…” He whispers as hot tears scald his cheeks. “I think there’s something wrong with me?”

His voice pitches up at the end like a question – but he knows the moment the words are said, the moment the thought is finally put into existence, that it’s not. There’s something wrong with him. He knows it. He knows it. And now Jack does, too.

#WOE rbr 5 snippet be upon ye!!!! #id say this bad boy's about 2/3rds of the way done #but the last third is. gonna take a while to stitch together. i got MIDTERMS babyyyy #so you're welcome to have this lovely bit of comphet davey i've been saving since. yeah probably since 2019? #this is probably one of the few RBR scenes that have stayed the same through the 4-and-a-bit years i've been chewing on this fic #the writing has changed a fair bit as i've progressed but the dialogue + the actions + the function to the plot is essentially the same #davey jacobs #jack kelly #newsies #uksies #david jacobs #pigeon scribbles #javey #javid #run boy run

[walmartnoodle]

"Even if they hunt me, I'll just run away! I'll run, run, run, and keep running as far as I have to! And when things calm down, I'll quietly settle by their side again. I'm Vash The Stampede."

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #tristamp #trigun fanart #run boy run #i listened to that song again and again

[minasvalentine]

THE WAY HE RAN OFF💀💀 🧍🏼🏃🏼💨

#run boy run #run rabbit run #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #house of the dragon #game of thrones #hot #ewan mitchell marry me #smut #smuttish #x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine

[val-el]

this thad fic i'm working on is literally just

bart: this is my brother

thad: no i'm not

bart: yes you are. we can keep him right?

dick, getting deja vu: obviously

wally: now wait a minute

wally: didn't he try to kill you

bart: yeah but it's fine now

dick: yeah walls that's normal brother bonding

wally: no?????

bart: brother :)

thad: >:(

bart: :)

thad: >:(

dick: we're keeping him

wally: .....yeah

#my writing #my fics #run boy run #thad thawne #bart allen #wally west #flashfam #dick grayson #birdflash

[jasperscringepit]

Uhhhh guys go read “run boy run” by @pigeonwit on AO3, he’s one of the best newsies fic authors fr.

Davey makes me weep in this fic, i love him sm it’s unbearable. I had to do a quick smth for my favourite scene so far!! I can’t wait for future updates.

Also, I used a pic from @baura-bear for this, so I really hope that was ok!!

#run boy run #pigeonwit #davey jacobs #Jack Kelly #david jacobs #uksies #newsies uk #newsies #livesies #doodle #javey #javid newsies #javid

[evelyn-onfire]

LOA TUMBLR

I NEED YOU TO LISTEN TO ME AND HEAR ME OUT

THE SONG RUN BOY RUN BY WOODKID

THAT IS GIDEON COAL’S SONG

I HAVE YET TO FIND A SONG THAT FITS HIM MORE PERFECTLY AND I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THERE IS ONE

go listen to Run Boy Run and think about Gideon

do it I dare you

then come back to me

#im so not ok #the lyrics…. #run boy run #THATS HIS SONG #JDBFKENFKKSKW #SOBS #mild spoilers for Gideon’s backstory #legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #gideon coal #evelyns little art corner is on fire

[green-ville]

Run Boy Run

Synopsis: Wednesday Addams has had visions of this girl for a month, and she was supposed to die the day they meet. Xavier Thorpe has had dreams of this girl for a month, and she was in serious need of help. Wednesday thought her first semester at Nevermore Academy was fun, but now? The mystery has never been greater. She would not rest until the truth was revealed.

Who is the girl that was supposed to die, and why is she being hunted down by demons?

_____________

Her heart beat heavy in her chest. Her thighs burned with exertion. Her arms pumped at her side.

            She heard it behind her which was good. She knew how far away it was.

            A fallen tree blocked her path and instead of going around, she planted her palms on the bark, pushed up, and rolled over the top. She landed on her feet and was running again, knowing she had lost another second because the beast that followed her wouldn't have struggled as much as she had.

            It landed, the sound of a heavy body hitting leaves and twigs and crunching the earth.

            She had lost more than a second, then.

            She whirled, hair cutting through the air, and her fingers crossed together. Her thumbs overlapped each other, her pointer and middle fingers as well. The others stayed splayed open, and her magic burned into the air as she shouted, "Mosra!"

            The beast hit her shield and she was driven back. Staring into its black eyes, its foaming mouth, its wickedly sharp horns; nightmare worthy. Its claw nails swiped at her shield, her feet dug further into the ground, her biceps burned now too with the exertion to keep up her protection.

            It roared at her, the force not pushing her hair back and yet still, it almost felt like there was a ripple in her face.

            She needed to think of another spell, but in her moment of need everything she had ever learned had vanished from her head. She was a clear canvas and her panic grew. That panic was her demise.

            Another swipe. Her shield broke. He reeled back and his foot nailed her in the chest. The air was knocked out of her, pain flared from her chest, and when she hit the ground, that wasn't the end. She was on a hill now and her body rolled like a log down a mountain. She picked up speed, she didn't spend as often on the ground because she was half bouncing. Every hit was a shutter through her body. It was a never ending torture. Rocks imbedded into her skin. Twigs snapped at her weight. The hard ground offered no comfort with her descent.

            Then she hit a tree, her back bending around it, and she finally stopped.

            Her hair, the color of ginger root, covered her bloodied, scraped face. Her ribs expanded, shallow in their movements, with her slow breaths. Her bleeding fingers twitched on the ground.

            Behind the cloak of her hair, blue eyes opened, light and tired. The world blurred to her, stabilizing only after locking onto the beast that neared her. Getting closer. Coming to finish its hunt. To take her away.

            Her finger twitched more. Her cracked lips, exposing red stained teeth, began to move, a whisper escaping.

            A cough racked her body, her eyes watered at the white hot pain that shot through her, and her spell work faltered. There was no time to start over, she had to pray it would still be fine.

            The beast loomed overhead, its shadow covered her in cold and dark, and its clawed hand raised.

            It never did swipe down. Another beast, a werewolf, attacked out of nowhere, sinking its teeth into the demons neck. Their bodies clashed together and momentum took them a distance away – it gave her the time she needed as the sound of snapping jaws and howls filled the air.

            The ground cratered and she rolled into a wash of black fog.

            Immediately, she knew she wasn't any safer. The ground wasn't stable, she was rolling again, but on a different surface. It was firm, prickled like sandpaper – roof tiles.

            She was on a slanted roof.

            Her eyes widened, her hair plastered to her bleeding face as rain from a cloud decimated sky poured down on her. The edge neared, she barely latched onto the gutter before her body was swinging over. A cry sobbed out, all her weight held on by her cut hands. The large slice from when the demon had first appeared made itself known again, singing its stinging anger.

            She shut her eyes, slowing her breathing, and opened them slowly. She was staring at a brick wall, a shade of dark grey. Her body was still but inside she rattled with nerves. Those nerves manifested when she looked down.

            She shut her eyes again, looking up.

            A four story drop. She was going to die. After all her efforts, she was still going to die.

            A bolt popped, and her eyes flew open again. She stared at the gutter, stared at where the metal was bending under her weight.

            The rain filled the gutters already, her fingers were submerged in their cold embrace. There had to be a blockage somewhere – which wasn't important right now. What was important? Getting out of this.

            Her muscles bulged, her face stretched with a grimace, and she ended up screaming, trying to pull herself up. Damn her lack of upper body strength! She needed to reach out, she needed to try and climb up, but she felt if she let one of her hands off the gutter, she'd condemn herself. And yet, if she didn't let go of the gutter and put her weight elsewhere, she condemned herself.

            Her body clenched up, she steeled her nerves, and another bolt popped off. Her hand shot out, letting go of the gutter to grab onto the tiles. No good. The tiles were slippery despite feeling of sandpaper. There was no place for her to latch onto. She dug her nails in, feeling her stability slip further, and it was her undoing.

            Her weight was distributed before by two points of contact. Now, with only one hand, it was too much.

            The gutter popped off, away from the roof, as a trap door opened up and a head of dark black hair shot up.

            Giavanna screamed, blood curdling and piercing the dark day as she fell. Her arms whirled, her legs kicked, there was no reason for either of those things, but she did it anyway. It felt better than just letting herself drop like deadweight.

             And for one final time, her eyes shut, this time with acceptance. She hadn't done it. She hadn't outrun her fate. Her mother. Her father. She had given it her all and still, she wasn't good enough.

            She had been destined to die before she was ever born, at least she got 16 years out of it first.

            She didn't hit the ground first. It was something softer that broke her fall, but inevitably crumbled under her weight. They went down together, and her head hit the cobblestone.

            Rain continued to fall. The clouds only darkened. The rhythmic hitting of the droplets on cobblestone echoed due to the architecture surrounding it.

            Wednesday Addams stood on the roof, looking down, dark hair conforming to the contours of her face. Her eyes, blacker than night, locked onto the girl on the ground. Red hair splayed out, a pool of much darker red seeping out beneath her head. Her blouse outlining her figure and mixing with water and blood. Staining the surrounding area pink, not just red anymore. A skirt that stopped above her knees, torn and cut until it looked like it was supposed to be frayed.

            Wednesday Addams had been seeing this girl for a month. At first it was just the back of her, but even that was a tell tale sign, the color of her hair her greatest identifier. Then it was just her eyes, light blue, piercing, mischievous.

            Then running out of her house, which set on fire as soon as she was a safe distance away. A roar sounding in the distance.

            Finally? Running through a forest, danger imminent yet invisible to Wednesday.

            Wednesday had been looking forward to another adventure. Nothing said the beginning of her second semester at school quite like a murder mystery.

            Only, as she was staring down at the girl on the ground, Wednesday realized she wasn’t dead.

            Her brows knit for a second, disappointment creeping around her like Thing when he was lonely, her pierced lips pinching more.

            And all the way down on the ground, this was indeed true. Giavanna was not dead, and it was all thanks to the boy beneath her, who had seen her coming just like Wednesday had.

            He took in a sharp breath, waking up from his momentary unconsciousness. Pain radiated up, aching from his leg. There was a pressure on him, and when he half sat up, leaning on his elbows, he realized who it was.

            His chest rose and fell, rain soaking him, and failure hit him first. There was too much blood for her to be alive. It was everywhere on her, a hideously dark color that contrasted violently with her tan skin and lighter color scheme.

            Then he saw that first breath and knew.

            The girl from his dreams was alive.

#Wednesday addams #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe #ajax petropolus #bianca barclay #xavier thorpe x reader #nevermore academy #run boy run

[idreaminmugiwara]

Run boy, run! The world is not meant for you.

Run boy, run! They're trying to catch you.

Run, boy, run! Running is a victory!

Run, boy, run! Beauty lies beyond the hills.

Run, boy, run! The Sun will be guiding you.

Run, boy, run! They're dying to stop you!

Run, boy, run! This race is a prophecy.

Run, boy, run! Break out from society!

Cue Drums of Liberation noises.

#one piece #run boy run #bartholomew kuma #egghead island #one piece spoilers #op spoilers

[c7arisse]

could you perhaps draw a hiori yo? i love love love the last art you did of him + he is so underappreciated + having feelings about him from the latest ch... 🥺

of course! here is a redraw of a panel from the chapter 129!

#bllk #blue lock #hiori yo #bllk hiori #blue lock fanart #blue lock manga #manga redraw #fanart #digital art #my art #ask #blue lock anime #anime art #manga art #it's surely not his canon colors but anyway... #manifesting him for the last episode!! #with Shidou (im praying) #run boy run #bllk u20 arc

[booboodaddysblog]

Happy Easter to everyone 🥚🐣🥚🐰

#evan peters #evan is my crush #love evan peters #yyyyyy_okay #evan peters funny #american horror story #quicksilver #kai anderson #xmen #colin zabel #james patrick march #bunny #run boy run #evan peters hot #easter

[floriantheflowereater]

Tfw you tell your brother not to time travel, he does it anyway, it goes wrong and he gets lost, you spend 17 years looking for him, and when he finally returns the first thing he does is bitch at you because time travel isn't all it's cracked up to be.

#viktor hargreeves #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #run boy run #Viktor is a better man than me #I woulda bitch slapped Five in a heartbeat

[pigeonwit]

“Maybe not tonight.” He bites his lip, tries to keep his smile in place. “I’ve got a lot of homework due.” “C’mon, Dave,” Jack needles, nudging an elbow against his fragile ribs. “Ya can manage one night, right? We barely been seein’ ya since ya went back to school.” “We sell together every day.” Davey tries, but Jack only waves his hand, batting away all Davey’s defences without even noticing. “That ain’t the same.” He says cavalierly – and Davey has no idea where it comes from, but he hates him for it.

three months later… she is here

#yall ready for daveys toxic era #he deserves it #newsies #uksies #davey jacobs #jack kelly #david jacobs #run boy run #javey #javid

[miafi]

Mathieu van der Poel for Lamborghini via Instagram || December 18 2023

#congratulations #you once again manager to make Mathieu look dead inside #run boy run #mathieu van der poel #cycling stuff #also the 666 between his legs... bad omen?

[axristes-styseis]

If She asks your Instagram on Tumblr, RUN

#the ghosting is coming #ghosting is coming #ghosting #ghost #greek posts #axristes-styseis #greek tumblr #άχρηστες-στύσεις #ελληνικό #quotes #greek quotes #social media things #social media #run boy run #run #i am the realest of them all