#ongoing ending

[utilitycaster]

"why should I get invested in shows if they'll just get canceled" I was deeply invested in Heroes (2006) and it was not canceled, it just got really terrible. I also got really invested in the sandwich I had a few weeks ago despite it only lasting like 15 minutes. You must embrace the ephemeral. You must be willing to love things that may not love you back, that might betray you, or that may die an untimely death. As the great philosopher Mr. Mitchell Lee Hedberg said "I'm not gonna stop doing something because of what happens at the end."

#now granted he did die of a drug overdose but you know. one can take the good lessons #anyway. point being i understand being deeply frustrated with the state of the tv and film. #but also we can admit that for every gem canceled there's like three real duds too #idk if you want something that's guaranteed to have a bunch of seasons and you know the ending for go watch shows from the 70s #the number of adults on this site who lack the emotional wherewithal to watch an ongoing narrative is. yikes. #queue

[stil-lindigo]

when people reblog donation posts and say "donate what you can", I really feel like people aren't actually internalising it. not all of us can afford to donate $50, $100, more than that. but i know for a fact that there are thousands of us that can spare $2 or $5, and that all adds up.

it hurts so much to sit here and feel the limits of our own ability. we're not millionaires. we can't instantly fund these escape attempts. but these are bids for life, by people who never asked for the hellfire being rained upon them by sadistic colonialists, greedy for oil and land. they committed no crime other than being born in palestine. and of course it's unfair, to have to shoulder the weight of people's lives when we're all struggling to get by as it is. but our governments relentlessly fail us, they fail to scrape at the bottom of their cold dead hearts for their last dregs of humanity. it is so, so unfair, but it is up to the common man to save each other.

please. look at this spreadsheet. find a fund that resonates with you. and DONATE WHAT YOU CAN.

#i dont know what else to say anymore #i just want all of them to survive #theres truly nothing that could justify this ongoing genocide #and it kills me. that global pushback is so pathetic. gutless and meandering #free palestine #palestine #fuck zionism #fuck israel #we will see an end to zionism and israel within our lifetimes #i might be suicidal but im not dying before i see netanyahu get what he fucking deserves #donation post

[yudol-skorbi]

what a nice pair man so glad nothing horrible happened to them what a great time to be at the end of vox machina campaign

#critical role #vox machina #vax'ildan #keyleth of the air ashari #sketch #fanart #yes i monitor spoilers for ongoing campaign every week #like...before i was like aw what a bittersweet ending at least now vax is at peace :( #then it was aw well at least he got orbed its not like he is dead dead :( #and now its like aw #shit #:(

[mozquito]

oh?? requests?? open you say?? can I request trans pines twins (either ones LOL do wutever you want) :3

they r trans ur honor

#it's an ongoing cycle where i end up drawing mason and mabel in a new style and a new design everytime. i am not sticking to a reference👍👍 #happy holidays btw and enjoy these trans pines twins as a gift anon :> #gravity falls #mason pines #mabel pines #sining

[dragonmama76]

Beginnings Part 2

read Part One, and Interlude first. Part 3 is done!.

Eddie was the opposite of calm.  He was terrified well beyond rational thought and he had one intention.  Survive. By any means necessary.  When he jumped out of the boat and pressed the edge of the broken bottle against his attacker’s throat nothing could have stopped him.  Except.  “Steve, this is Steve!”  Steve.  Steve who he had wronged.  Steve who he had bullied.  Steve with the perfect life that maybe wasn’t so perfect.  And he stopped.  

************

Eddie’s cup runneth over.  His public display of dominance had been more than enough to establish a reputation that he was not to be fucked with.  He didn’t even need to torment Steve to keep the memory alive, but Eddie continued his menacing glances and subtle jabs nonetheless. Because he could.  Because it was fun.  It was that feeling you get when you’re five years old and you’ve just completed some kick ass move like jumping off the swing at it’s zenith and you shout to your parents, “Look at me!  Look at me!”  His own parents had never looked.  They had never been there to begin with.  But now.  Now everyone was looking at what he had done and it felt so fucking good.  He couldn’t be too obvious since the basketball team had rallied around Steve, keeping him out of bounds most of the time, but he still found sly little opportunities to flash his knife or murmur a not so subtle threat when Steve came near.  It was enough to keep his high feeling fresh.

By the time the school year was over, even local drug dealer Rick Lipton had heard of him.  When Eddie decided that manual labor didn’t fit his new image, he proposed they begin a business relationship and Rick was quick to agree.  He knew that Eddie could handle himself if there was trouble and having a dealer embedded in the high school made sense.  Eddie spent the next two years dealing at school and weekend parties and while he wasn’t exactly accepted, no one messed with him and he only rarely had to display his feral nature to the jocks that ran the school.   In the meantime, he convinced the theater teacher to sponsor an after school club for his gang of nerds.  Mr. Hughes didn’t know what Dungeons & Dragons was, exactly, but it felt dramatic and he was happy to oblige.  If only Eddie put as much energy into his academic responsibilities as he had done with his social life he would have been out of High School in a quick minute.  But he was too busy enjoying the life he created for himself to consider the consequences.

Senior year, Steve pulled up to the school in his BMW feeling pretty great for the first time in his high school career. He had an amazing girlfriend, basketball was starting soon, and best of all there would be no more run-ins with Munson.   It wasn’t that he was scared of him, exactly.  After that day in the cafeteria Freshman year Munson had backed off for the most part.  Sure he still glared at him and whispered threats and flashed his stupid knife, but for the most part Steve was able to avoid him and pretend he didn’t exist.  It helped that they never had any classes together.  And while the freak had managed to be at every house party Steve attended, he preferred alcohol over drugs anyway so they had zero interaction. And beyond that, Steve now knew there were much scarier things in the world than a high school kid with a knife.  No, he wasn’t afraid, it was just…a lot.  Munson was obviously still a live wire waiting to strike and Steve had to be vigilant.  He had put up walls and created a persona of his own to balance out the bully that still dogged him and it took a lot of effort to mask his more vulnerable, sensitive side.  Most of his energy went to creating the character of King Steve that everyone now expected and that he hated..  He had done things he regretted, that shit show with Jonathan Byers for example, and he had willingly lost friends in the process, good riddance to Tommy H. and Carol, but he was trying to scale back the arrogant jock attitude and be more himself, especially with Nancy.

His guard was so low that when he sauntered into his first class ready to take on the world Steve was completely blindsided when the freak, himself, pushed past him to grab a seat in the back.  Steve could feel the pinpricks of tears forming.  He couldn’t do this.  Not again.  Not when he thought he was finally free.  He bolted from the room and straight into the bathroom before anyone could really register he was gone.  Shit.  Shit shit shit.  He was pretty sure someone up there hated him these days.  He had fought an other-worldly creature no problem, but it was still Eddie Munson who had the power to make him run.  This year was officially going to suck.

Eddie watched Steve run from the classroom and grinned.  He still had it, baby.  Maybe his second senior year would actually be fun.

Steve’s senior year was anything but fun.   Steve graduated.  His parents didn’t come.  His ex-girlfriend didn’t come.  A bunch of middle school kids came and cheered for him and that was nice, but also kind of embarrassing.  This was apparently his life now.  The brightspot?  Eddie Munson’s name wasn’t called.  Not that Steve was listening for it.  Eddie Munson could go to hell as far as he was concerned.  But he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved not to have to share this day with him.

Eddie watched from under the bleachers as Steve Harrington received his diploma along with the rest of his class.  Whatever.  Fuck him and his perfect hair and his perfect life.

Eddie was definitely pissed to be doing Senior year for the third time, but there were still moments of joy like when he gathered new freshman sheepies.  His original group of freshmen had finally graduated without him, but he still had Jeff, Frank, and Gareth and now he was ready to induct a new crew.  They were a little wary, and if he didn’t know better he’d say they looked kind of shellshocked, sort of like some of Uncle Wayne’s friends who had been to ‘Nam.  With Eddie’s outlandish personality and dramatic welcome they opened up eventually.  He liked the curly hair kid, Dustin, the best.  God that kid never shut up, though which, depending on the topic, could be annoying.

Right now Eddie was extra annoyed because the topic he wouldn’t shut up about was Steve Fucking Harrington.  Was that guy going to haunt him for the rest of his life?  

“Eddie, you’d like Steve if you knew him.  I asked him and he was kind of weird about it, but he says he didn’t really get to know you in high school and I think that’s a shame because he was bullied really badly and I bet you could have helped him and protected him.”

“What are you talking about, kid?  King Steve was never bullied a day in his life.” Eddie scoffed.

“No, he was.” Lucas nodded sagely.  “He said that the only reason it didn’t totally destroy him was that he had the basketball team on his side.  That’s one of the reasons I’m doing basketball.  You got to have people on your side.  That’s what Steve says.”

“Steve says,” Eddie mimicked, “Jocks can’t be bullied, they ARE the bullies.”

“That’s not true.  I’m not a bully.”  Lucas muttered.

“Yeah, well you’re more nerd than jock.” 

“Steve’s a nerd too.” Dustin insisted, “He just doesn’t show it, but he watches Star Wars with me all the time and he has a huge collection of Spiderman comics stashed in his bedroom.  Even Robin calls him a dingus.  Do you know Robin?  I think they should date but she says they are platonic with a capital P.  I think that’s crap with a capital C. They’ll get their shit together eventually.”

“I….don’t know if I know Robin?”  Eddie’s head is starting to spin.  “So who bullied King Steve?”

“He won’t say, but it started freshman year.  He gave us a big talk before school started about being safe and staying in a group.  I guess the kid, like, followed him around and would push him and stuff.  And one time he even pulled a knife on him.  That’s crazy right?  He said he was afraid to go to school for all of freshman year.  It’s awful because Steve had, well he wouldn’t want me to say, but he doesn’t have great parents so home sucked and school sucked.  I wish you guys had been friends. And then maybe he could have been in Hellfire or something.  He’s great with a bat and I bet his character…”

Eddie couldn’t listen anymore. His brain was on overload.  Had he really done all that to Steve?  Actually caused him pain?  

Well.  Fuck.

“Roooobin,” Steve whined, “Are you even listening to me?”  They were behind the counter at Family Video rewinding tapes while they waited for even one customer to come in to relieve their boredom.

“I AM listening, Steve,” she reasoned, “But I think you’re letting your jockish prejudices get in the way of rational thought.  Hellfire is just a group of nerds who role play and I know Eddie can look all scary and intimidating, but he’s totally not a bad guy.  We were in band together last year and he’s honestly just a big goofball.  Yeah, he’s loud and okay, a drug dealer, but I know for sure that he doesn’t sell to underclassmen so you don’t have to worry about that.  The kids are fine with him.”

“You don’t know him like I do.”  Steve glowered, “And…well, I’m afraid that if he knows the kids are associated with me that he’ll, like, take it out on them.”

“Why?  What did you do to him?” Robin glared and Steve knew she thought there was some bullshit King Steve incident in their past and all of a sudden it was too much.  He couldn’t bring himself to tell her how weak he had been, but also this was ROBIN and he couldn’t stand the idea that she thought of him that way.

“NOTHING!” he burst out, “I did NOTHING to him EVER.” And suddenly he couldn’t breathe.  Tears pooled in his eyes and it felt like something was going to burst out of his chest, like that gross Sigourney Weaver film Robin had made him watch.  He sank to his knees and pressed his hands to his eyes.  

“Okay.  You’re okay, Steve.” Robin hunched over him.  She placed a firm hand on his chest, “I've got you.  Breathe with me.  In and out.  You’re safe.  I’m here and you’re safe.”

Steve managed some gasping breaths and could feel his heart rate coming down.  Right.  This was Robin, his soulmate, he could tell her and she would understand.  “It started the first day of freshman year…”

Eddie didn’t end Hellfire early, even though he felt nauseous and increasingly distracted.  He owed it to the group as their DM to see it through so he pushed his feelings aside and let the kids get through a tough battle before calling it a night.  “Okay, that’s it for now.  You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.  Y'all got rides lined up?”

“Yeah, we’re getting picked up,” muttered Mike, “He’s probably already out there waiting.”  “Alright then, chariots may wait no longer.  Scram!”  Eddie hurried everyone out the door and quickly cleaned up the papers and books sprawled on the table.  As he made his way out he could hear the kids chattering away about the most recent developments in the campaign and as he burst through the gym door he heard a sharp whistle.  “Can we please let’s go before your parents kill me for missing your curfew?  I’ve been out here forever waiting for you guys to be done.”  Eddie knew that voice.  He looked up straight into the eyes of Steve Harrington.  He was dressed in his regular polo and jeans, hair perfect as always, leaning confidently on the hood of his BMW, but as Eddie caught his eye he saw the boy flinch and round his shoulders.  Christ Almighty.  What had Eddie done?

Eddie didn’t even remember driving home.  He was at school in his van and then he was fully dressed in his bed.  Over and over his mind replayed the events of the last four years.  He wasn’t a stranger to reminiscing about his days as the Freak who humbled the King, but this time he tried to remember that Steve was a flesh and blood person, a kid, really, like Dustin or Mike or Lucas.  A kid with real feelings and problems who, maybe, didn’t deserve to get picked on for entertainment.  And wasn’t that the thing.  Eddie had never stopped to consider that what he was doing might have been just as bad, or even worse, than what had been done to him.  Maybe Harrington had deserved it?  By his junior year he certainly seemed like a real asshole.  But also, Eddie never really remembered seeing Steve initiate any of the prickish behaviors his sports ball friends liked to engage in.  Now that he thought about it, he remembered a few times where Steve hung back and helped pick up dropped books and papers or check that a kid was okay after having been tripped in the hall.  Eddie groaned.  This wasn’t the first time he’d messed up in his life, but it felt like the most important. 

Eddie didn’t get out of bed for three days.  His uncle tried to coax him out with favorite meals and rented movies, but Eddie couldn’t face him.  Uncle Wayne still thought Eddie was a good person and that was decidedly untrue.  On day three he decided that he needed a new plan.  He wasn’t even sure of the ultimate goal but he knew that step one would be making sure that Steve was okay.

“Robin,” Steve hissed.  “He’s out there again.”  Steve was staring out the front window of Family Video trying to look like he wasn’t staring out the window at the man casually leaning on a telephone pole across the street.  He knew it sounded crazy, but he was pretty sure that Eddie Munson was stalking him.  It was nothing he could prove because it was always in public but increasingly when he was out and about he would feel eyes on him and when he turned to look, Eddie would be there.  Yeah, alright, he was always doing something totally normal like buying groceries or having a smoke.  And sure, Eddie never approached him or glared at him the way he did when they were in school which, honestly felt weird.  And even weirder, a couple of times when Eddie noticed Steve noticing Eddie, he had smiled abashedly and fluttered his fingers in a little wave.  If Steve had to define it, he would have to say that Eddie was 'reverse bullying' him.  Was that even a thing?  Maybe he was just fattening him up with his pretty smiles and doe eyes like a lamb being fed before he was slaughtered.  It was disconcerting to say the least.

Robin gave Steve a sympathetic shrug.  She had been appropriately outraged when he had given her the details of his run-ins with Eddie but it was still hard for her to see him as anything other than the loud funny guy from band.  “Just ignore him.  He lives in this town just like us so you’re bound to see him now and again. And, so far at least, he’s been good to the kids.  Maybe try to let it go?  And speaking of band, did I tell you what Vickie did yesterday?....”  Steve turned away from the window to concentrate on Robin’s latest installment of the life of her crush.  Let it go.  Okay. He could try.

Eddie watched as Steve turned away.  He had learned a lot from watching him these past months.  Steve was kind to cashiers, patient when he was rung up incorrectly, and flirty in a dorky kind of way that never paid off.  He was always carting Eddie’s Hellfire kids places like the arcade or the diner or the mall two towns over and it seemed like he did it out of the goodness of his heart. He was a hard worker, staying late at work to clean thoroughly and lock up.  He was a good friend to Buckley, dancing with her and running around when the store was empty. Eddie could see why Dustin thought they were more than just friends. From the outside, Steve seemed to be just fine, but Eddie watched and he saw more.  When he thought no one was paying attention, Steve looked sad.  He flinched at loud noises.  And at night he went home to an empty house where, Eddie knew, he had to be lonely.  Eddie wasn’t so naive as to think all Steve’s problems stemmed from a stupid kid in high school who wouldn't leave him alone, but Eddie felt responsible for adding to his pain.  He felt lost, except for one thing. Every so often he would catch a glimpse of Steve with Robin or Dustin and his face would light up with the most painfully beautiful smile.  It was like looking into the face of the sun after a long rain and Eddie couldn’t catch his breath gazing at him.  “I see you Steve Harrington and I will do whatever it takes to keep you smiling. I goddamn swear it."

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#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #the party #ongoing #angst #no happy ending yet #but it's coming...i think

[anghraine]

Darcy's role in P&P would work for me anyway, but tbh it works for me 10x better because he halfway reverts back to form towards the end of the book.

#so many takes on darcy seem to think his presentation of himself at pemberley is a permanent radical transformation of his personality #and the end point of his character arc #and it's explicitly not a static end point in that way #his inwards change is real but how much that translates into outwards presentation depends on the context #like late-novel darcy trying to compliment mrs bennet and doing it in a way that reads as icy and brusque is just peak darcy #the difference isn't that he's become personable in this social context; he's not! but he's doing his best now #and this being an ongoing struggle at which he sometimes comically fails is so much more austen #than the total transformation into a perfect dreamboat narrative #but yeah i love that austen goes out of her way at the end to yank him out of his fulfillment enclosures and underscores his foibles #anghraine babbles #austen blogging #austen fanwank #lady anne blogging #fitzwilliam darcy

[yuanology]

13 22 24 w geto

geto suguru was not a fool. he knew from the very beginning this would only lead to mistake after mistake. and yet, he was greedy for the taste of you, for the warmth of your presence, that he was willing to take that risk.

his body was shaking with the upteenth orgasm. the world around him was already blurring, ache bleeding into pleasure bleeding into want bleeding into hurt. but suguru was an endurer, one that would curb all of his carnal desires and distaste for the feeling of you with him for however long you would have him.

it had been months since you last met him, months since you last held him like this. he had craved your presence, an intoxicating drug that had led to a low performance and a high concern-rate from all those around him. one of his people had even had to call you to get you here, to make you touch him and love him and fuck him as if nothing was wrong in the world.

and for a moment, as you fucked him lazily, nothing was wrong.

"tell me, suguru." your voice was a low drawl, hovering over the skin of his nape. your warm breath caused goosebumps to rise over the ridges of his spine, made him whimper at the now growingly familiar feeling of having you intimately. "what do you want from me?"

his mind went pleasantly blank, static clogging his ears, when your cock caught onto his prostate. for a long moment, he could do nothing but let out an extended moan, his face meeting the soft surface of the ridiculous plush pillows of the ridiculous penthouse that you prepared just for tonight.

"i want you," he slurred out.

you chuckled, your mouth ghosting over his jaw now. you thrusted into him pointedly, earning yourself an oversensitive whine from deep within his chest. "you already have me."

"i want you," he repeated, the words choked this time. "all of you."

silence reigned in the bedroom for a long time, long enough that it made him wonder if perhaps he had said the wrong thing. it wouldn't be the first time. he had said many wrong things in the past, leading to many disastrous talks. he didn't want to lose you now, not when you were so close to him.

he opened his mouth to apologise quickly, but the sound of his words quickly faded into a half-scream when you picked up your pace. your hips snapped into action, a distinct contrast to the way you had been fucking into him lazily for the good past hour.

suguru let out a confused noise, half a whine and half a whimper, at the sudden change. he didn't mind it, not at all, but was this a reward or a punishment? he couldn't tell.

you groaned in his ear, low and ruined. "you'll be the death of me," you muttered. it was a thoughtless thing, he knew, but he couldn't help the fear that struck in his chest at the sound of your words.

you'll be the death of me, and it was possible that he could be. standing on opposing sides of the war, he would never hurt you by his own hand, but his orders could. it could be suguru's commands that caused your demise, that pushed you over the edge, that destroyed you in the end.

it was a terrifying thought. one that he did not want to indulge. not right now. not until he was alone in his room with no more of you to accompany him, when he had to be geto suguru; untouchable and unkind.

because right now, everything was right. right now, he had you in his arms. he didn't want you to go, didn't want things to go back to the way it was supposed to. he wanted to be selfish, to be your suguru and not the rest of the world's.

"slower," suguru begged. his words were slurred, broken. he wasn't good at lingering, at staying too long anymore, but he wanted to stay now. he wanted to relish in this moment, in having you by his side as his for however long he could have you. "i want to make this last."

a ragged sob escaped him when he realised you weren't listening. not because of the lack of ability to, but because of the lack of want to. the movements of your hips were sharp as you fucked into him. he should be unsurprised. you were uncompromisable when it came to suguru's pleasure, always giving him more and more until he couldn't take it. until he overflowed with wanton desire.

it's not a surprise that he cried when he came, back arching of the bed as he stained his own chest white, entirely untouched. you praised him as you wiped the tears away, told him how good he had been for you, how good he felt as you chased your own pleasure. he leaned into your touch, whined for more as he forced himself to keep awake for as long as he could.

even so, suguru realised as you wiped him clean, swaddling him in warm sheets and holding him close for the last time that night, would it be better to watch as you left?

after all, what he never told you was that his tears were not simply those of pleasure and overstimulation. it was also the product of his grief.

thank you so much for your request & support! i hope you enjoyed this one <3 (even if it did turn out being ridiculously angsty for no reason at all. i read a similar fic along this premise and the brainrot rotted.)

#this ended up being ridiculously long #but this seems to be an ongoing pattern when it comes to geto suguru #sub jjk #geto suguru x reader #sub geto suguru #dom reader #top reader #male reader #( event. ) #( thirsts. )

[murasaki-cha]

It devolved again!

#by the end it's gonna say 'mortal nemesis' #this ongoing divorce is the best part of my week #mystery files #mystery files debrief #watcher #watcher entertainment #shane madej #ryan bergara #shane and ryan

[taiturner]

VIKTOR HARGREEVES 2x02 “The Frankel Footage” | 3x02 “World’s Biggest Ball of Twine”

#viktor hargreeves #viktorhargreevesedit #tuaedit #the umbrella academy #tua #theumbrellacademyedit #brellygifs #* #tvedit #userbecca #number5theboy #tusermyra #tusermich #usersray #userpolaris #i know he's not talking about the same thing but. consider. viktor + identity has Always been an ongoing arc #ignore the amnesia + the repression of his memories he literally Never knew who he was because he was never allowed the full picture #its not until the end of s2/beginning of s3 he really gets a chance to process it all #hes still telling the truth in s2 he Does Not Know Who He Is #s3 was always going to be him figuring that out his transition really did come at the perfect time #i want to make a much bigger set about his identity bc it is so important but i need a rewatch and the brain power <3 i just needed this too #i miss him

[blog-of-frontiers]

I love it when Wolf 359 characters are up against newer and/or objectively more popular characters in polls BUT are somehow winning and people in the notes are like "who the fuck is Lovelace" it feels so good. Wolf 359 fans went sleeper mode when it ended but we'll crawl out of the labyrinthine air duct system to uplift our beloved favs again and again. We can die but we'll always come back. Almost like--

#referring to the sexy podcast men of authority poll as well as the ongoing scripted vs unscripted poll #lovelace will always win in the end #lovelace SWEEP!!!! #wolf 359

[martyrbat]

i hope everyone that writes dick grayson like THAT dies and goes to hell no matter what

#if i shared my thoughts about dick and how much fanon has stripped him of any personality and anything interesting... #i am going to end up get beaten to death by fanon dick grayson enjoyers as they shout at me about his fingerstripes & that hes drawn pretty #and itll still be a less painful death than the ongoing bastardization of his character and killing anything that was once unique about him #crypt callings

[maleyanderecafe]

Bad End Cinderella (Visual Novel)

Created by: Hamartia

Genre: Horror/Tragedy

Bad End Cinderella is pretty good for a more horror based yandere. It's about a king who just won't let go of his love and delusionally does everything he can to be with his love after his divorce to his queen. The king is kind of a jerk honestly and it's great. It can only end in tragedy and that makes the game better.

The story starts with Claude arranging a divorce with his wife, and is very annoyed and bitter about it. He thinks about his childhood friend, Ella, as he signs the divorce papers and the past they had together. It seemed that they were very close friends until Claude ended up shunning her at a party for basically being a poor commoner. Although he writes a letter afterwards apologizing, he never gets anything back. Claude's obsession gets stronger and stronger, as he realizes that he could now marry her after his divorce, convinced that the two are meant to be together. He ends up going to Esra, a powerful prophet about what their future will be together. While reluctant, Esra ends up seeing a tragic future for the two, begging that they stop before he does something irreversible. Claude upon hearing this doesn't seem to care at all, so as long as he can be together with Ella. He decides to look for allies and ends up running into a knight named Floren, who seems to hate Claude. The two have some history together as children, and he seems annoyed that Claude is just doing all of this and trying to take Ella. The end is him contemplating about what he should do with the

It's a rather short demo, but I am a sucker for watching a yandere's spiral into madness. Claude himself is a pretty terrible person, annoyed by everything and delusional believing that Ella will be his despite having not seen her in so long. He has no idea if she has another lover and the two essentially ended on bad terms despite the fact that Claude sent an apology letter. Despite the warning Esra has for him, he keeps going, and I assume as the story goes on, he will just keep ignoring the advice of others and just pushes through until he reaches the end, which at that point he won't have any way to escape and will just have to face the consequences of his actions. Like I said, the setup for tragedy is already there and so with dramatic irony we just watch him fall into the abyss, as it were.

The artwork is by Jambee (I'd assume) considering that it looks very much like Sunny Day Jack (style wise). As per usual, the artwork looks very good and professional (though I'm not sure what's with Jambee's thing of giving everyone that swoopy front hair because it makes everyone look like Jack-whatever) and it's really cool to see all of the CGs for it.

Overall, I think it's a good start for a demo. Considering it was made in 9 hours, that's pretty impressive for a game like this. Hopefully we get to see more development of this game in the future.

#Bad End Cinderella #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #ongoing #visual novel

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

What can I say? They're my favorite.

#twdg #twdg clouis #clouis #twdg clementine #twdg louis #sometimes they creep back into my mind and i'm like 'ah yes' like a crow admiring a pretty stone they found years ago and kept #also thank you pi for the screenshots. i used to have a whole folder full of them but that was when i was doing themed nights #the source for these is me i just have a random document full of dynamics and ship things i enjoy because.....i dunno i like keeping track #and so many of them apply to clouis but there's also an overlap of with clouis and rose/alistair [my warden from origins and alistair] like #alistair's romance route is like an evolved matured and extended version of clouis sksksks gee i wonder if i have a type #look you present me with a character who deflects with humor and isn't taken seriously by the rest of the group and the longer you know the #the more you realize how high they've built a wall around themselves and how *unwell* they really are and how they're not as sunshine #as they present themselves and also they avoid leadership and responsibility until they grow closer with someone who pushes them #and they end stronger and more balanced as a person while finding the affection they've craved #and also there's the daddy issues #present me with that character as a romantic option and i'm in no questions asked okay i don't want the mean broody one that's meh to me #i want the one that has every reason to be broody but chooses not to be because they have a completely different defense mechanism #and a warped sense of themselves and self-esteem issues they leave unaddressed until forced to face them #i'm just saying i'm aware that i have a type i'm always going to gravitate toward clouis nearly checks all the boxes #also the lack of clouis these days? my crops are thirsty and i have too many ongoing projects to do anything about it other than this sksks #so until i make time to finish my long ass louis/clouis analysis this is the best i can provide for now

[poisonousquinzel]

this is so funny omg skdbskksks and Ivy's lil face

#from the ending story in new chapter of Harley's ongoing #ill post actual sets with the title and whatnot like normal but i got therapy soon and gotta leave so im rushing a bit KSJDKSKSKS #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #harlivy #dc comics

[yashley]

marisha said laura I see your GET THE GIRL motivation and I raise you KEEP THE GIRL

#cr lb #4 sided dive #marisha thinking she can pull a vax style doomed romance #as if she forgot vex undemoned perc and jester helped fjord with his squid #laudna I Know Doomed vs imogen Not With Me #I absolutely love the conviction of a cataclysmic belief like it's juicy because it does remind me of vax's conviction #though one is obviously rooted in insecurity but really you can't. Make someone get over that #so it would be like really interesting if this is actually going to be an ongoing conflict #because like laudna finding imogen and imogen falling for her and that love and comfort happening #and laudna Still believes she's such a dead end for Sure definitely maybe you get over it maybe you Don't #so it's like Something drastic has to happen for that to change either side and something would Have to

[soft--dogs]

trying to make time to draw more stuff for myself, even if it's just silly doodles :3c honestly think that's been part of my brain problem lately, too much work art not enough me art. doing anything has just been such an effort lately i don't have any energy to do much else besides work :/ hoping once taxes are over things will be a bit easier >w<

#also my ongoing struggle with medication continues #last two ended up fucking me up even more #so i still feel all over the place mentally :/ #but today i am going to the flea market so i get a break! :D