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gothvis · 5 months
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A lone statue stood in the middle of a desolate field. Wails of the hollow wind, and although now faint, but still present smell of death occupied its surroundings for the past five hundred years. Its only company since an unprecedented tragedy took place, washing the sky blood red and the clouds letting not but a sliver of sunlight pass through.
Up until now.
Now the young guardian, frozen still in time, with his last memories played on a twisted and seemingly never-ending loop, felt something warm hit the freezing stone's surface of his face frozen in permanent terror.
All it took was five centuries of being held in purgatory, for the guardian to be allowed to finally take another breath it seemed. But that was alright. He'd accept any punishment given as the consequence of his inaction when it counted. Now that it was finally over, he let himself savor the first gulps of air he had for the longest time.
It all but hit him with his failure however, as the dust and decay filled air entered his lungs. Its particles nesting now forever inside of him as a cruel reminder, no matter how much he coughed to get them out.
At last he collapsed, shaken, onto the ground as the eternal wait didn't stop there. It would be unfair to expect of him to adjust so quickly after standing still and hearing nothing but the cries of the helpless and innocent being slaughtered or driven mad, no? What's a few more minutes of taking in the desolate sight of what was once a lush valley with children playing and birds singing, now reduced to nothing but a forgotten graveyard and a destroyed home.
After adjusting to the reality he could now move through, he went and searched for any sign of life amidst the rubble, anything that moved independently of the rushing wind.
Yet the guardian found nothing.
Not even bugs or mice repopulating the ruins. Not even vines or grass dared to reclaim the buildings. They were exactly as destroyed as if they had collapsed yesterday.
Losing hope in finding life, something else caught his eye. Something that stood out against the rot and red, something almost completely out of place, a flicker of gold. And one that he recognized almost instantly.
He rushed to it with the only thing letting him know how fast his legs were moving being the sickening crunch of dust beneath the soles of his shoes, and what was left of his brother's cape getting closer.
Falling back to his knees not a second later to reaching his destination, he carefully picked up the tattered cloth. As if it was the only thing affected by the passage of time, it was still brilliant yellow, yet ripped and fragile with holes chewed at the edges of its torn fabric.
Every emotion suddenly rushed back to him as he held the cape in his hands and their weight got just a bit too much to bear.
He heard a muffled scream and hoped that whoever it was, they could wait just a bit longer for him to let him process some of his grief first.
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punisheye · 11 months
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It's been a few days. Wolfwood's been eyeing his phone off and on, but since that first day no one else has reached out to him. It's a little relieving, not having to deal with anyone's pressing questions, but he knows damn well running off like that and then giving no explanation as to what happened (and lying about it) and then going silent is. Worrying. Maybe. He keeps forgetting people here care about him.
Apparently the other Vash had visited, but Wolfwood doesn't know what happened there. He'd been out at the time. He still doesn't know what to say to him. So he's not going to worry about talking to him right now. Instead, he opts to message someone else.
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He huffs, picking up the stupid little phone and opening up his messages.
[ text ] yo [ text ] Can we talk [ text ] Come here. New place [ text ] (location sent)
This encounter can go a lot of different ways. Wolfwood definitely thinks he's going to get an earful, at least.
@deathpacito
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memovia · 8 months
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"i've never been wanted. not really. not by anyone." [Yingyue @ Muyang HUUUUU]
ANGST. | accepting!
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✦。— To be wanted and to want. It was something of an idea that had grown foreign to someone like him. The warm, prickly feeling of desire, fleeting like the dew that set upon leaves when the moon was up and disappeared along with the presence of the sun. The distant remembrance of such emotions only seemed like a dream to him now.
The reality of it all, was that Muyang had lost such a concept in his heart. Slowly, he had stopped wanting to be wanted. Even he did not want himself. Something was gone within him and he only had himself to blame, but it was not something he would regret. In this world, the strong devour the weak and he was weak, therefore he changed.
Yet, for Yingyue... he wanted a fate that was different for her. After all, Muyang's life was merely another example of what not to become. What was desire when one did not desire oneself? The most important thing here was to love and accept yourself.
Hah. How hypocritical of him.
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❝ Then you should start with you. You are the most important to yourself...Yingyue. ❞
His tone was oddly comforting and her name was uttered with an unfamiliar familiarity. To find himself wanting something for someone else was what the old him was capable of. The more time Muyang spent with her, he found himself reverting― back to when he was filled with so much hope and kindness.
❝ And if you cannot afford to, then I w― ❞
He halted with his words instantly.
...Then he would what? He would help her? He would want to be with her? He would want her?
No, he was undeserving of this closeness that he sought for. In fact, he did not even have the right to give her any advice. A gloved hand came up to cover his mouth, red eyes shifted their gaze to somewhere else.
Silence befell him after.
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And if I were to want, then what would become of you and I? I am afraid to think about it. I am a body born out of failures, I do not want to fail you too. @everlastiingiimmortals.
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scumbag-the-hedgehog · 7 months
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@already-know-this-story liked for a starter with Finitevus
Finitevus studies the platypus sitting across from him with curiosity. His familiarity was limited to the fact that he was a scientist and a defector from the Eggman Empire. Golden eyes observe with cold interest as he pours his companion a cup of coffee with exact precision, just enough distance from the lip that it will not spill when lifted or stirred.
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"I must ask, Doctor. What is your vision for this world?" Are you the same as Eggman and the Dark Legion, Starline? Another brilliant fool who thinks that they can save this wretched world from chaos with more slavish faith in technology? Or is there something more, something worth saving in your work?
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atissi · 4 months
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i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).
given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)
but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:
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jakethefurry · 4 months
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tizeline · 1 year
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Eueueue these two :>
Tried out a slightly different shading style this time, no idea if I like it or not
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egophiliac · 2 months
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(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉
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ministarfruit · 3 months
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day 3: your life is mine ♡
(femslashfeb prompt list)
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hyuckonia · 7 months
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deuce fucking dies dot jpg
bonus:
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old man breaks back laughing at lame joke too hard 😂😂😂😔
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Hit him with that Vanessa FNAF stare
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theartlockerlocked · 9 months
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🐻HAPPY BIRTHDAY FNAF🐻
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Yee old grizzly bear.
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sauce-cat · 3 months
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valentines gift doodle for my bf 💌
i don't go here i haven't watched the show but i assume this is in character
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taikova · 4 months
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slowly working through KH3D. so.... handholding but its actually KHIII
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originalartblog · 3 months
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[Storm Bringer]
“In fact, I was against using Adam for such a frivolous investigation from the very start,” Dr. Wollstonecraft began in a huff as she crossed her arms again. “The government is always like this. They send a mechanical detective, then blow him up once they’re done to keep any secret information from getting out. [..] I suppose this is the government’s way of saying we ought to neglect science in favor of human life!”
Dr. Wollstonecraft, ma'am, I think your ethically-dubious opinions on science are better saved for other audiences.
Dr. Wollstonecraft (aka Mary Shelley) based on @videogamelover99's design!
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