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altocat · 18 days
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FS trio gifts Miniroth a star projector nightlight (for his birthday, ofc, which he OUGHT TO HAVE!)
Sephiroth is hugging this literal thick, giant uncomfortable mound of plastic to his chest and actually brings it into his sleeping back to sleep with. No electric plugs here. But he can't wait to bring it home and try it out for real.
Hojo breaks it within thirty seconds of seeing it once he gets back.
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aloyslaststand · 3 months
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Since I'm basically new here, and because I have 0.0 spoons to create new art these days have a minidump of dimilix past works for @dimilixweek day 03.
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alum-fr · 1 year
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Alright, I’m throwing my arcane-ancient speculations into the pot-
In an attempt to impress his Cool Older Siblings, the Arcanist makes his OWN race of dragons out of the materials he has on hand.
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(unfinished, but you get the idea)
The results are… deeply upsetting. The other gods, moldy horrified, tell him in no uncertain terms to GET RID OF THEM.
And, heartbroken, he put them among the stars he loved so much.
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ghostypetrainer · 2 years
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@tangelomadness replied to your post “Would lady sneasler also be surprised when she...”:
'So she can make sure nothing happens to him again'.... did. Did she watch him die in hisui. Or did she just hear about it after and hated that she wasnt there for him???? Either way it is p a i n! But she still missed and loved him so much she followed him though time 😭😭😭👍
​Akari came back from Spear Pillar, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with dried tears. She looked bruised and battered, and like she seriously needed a nap, but she didn’t stop until she reached the Pearl Settlement. Lady Irida was notified as soon as she was spotted, and was there to meet her- they’d said Warden Ingo’s Tangrowth was with her, but for a long moment, she doesn’t see the Warden himself.
Then she does.
Tangrowth is cradling him in her vines, ever so gently. At first Irida thinks he’s merely sleeping, or unconscious- but then she sees the blood that stains Tangrowth’s vines. She turns on her heel, about to call for a healer, but Akari practically throws herself at her, sobbing.
Oh. Irida’s heart sinks as she realizes it’s already too late.
Warden Ingo was dead.
She slowly draws out the story from Akari- how Volo betrayed her, how the Warden protected her after he’d summoned a ferocious Pokemon called Giratina, how he’d shielded her with his own body. How he’d used the last of his strength to hand her Gliscor’s pokeball, assuring her that his trusty companions would see her through this fight, as her own team was hanging by a thread. How she defeated Giratina, and how it was already too late.
How it was her fault.
It wasn’t, Irida assured her, but she didn’t think Akari was listening. She let her cry until she fell asleep, and then she fought back her own tears for awhile longer to play Lady Sneasler’s melody. The Noble knew something was wrong from the moment she saw her, Irida could tell. All she can do is show her the body of her Warden, now moved into the healer’s tent.
She’d let out a cry that carried all throughout the Icelands. She never took another Warden after that.
(Hundreds of years later, a boy and a Sneasel reunite.)
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copiasblair · 6 months
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vampire au copia song. by the way.
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granolabird · 2 years
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At my worst
Weekly Hournite fic for post 3x07. This one definitely isn’t canon compliant, but it’s an Hournite breakup fic so- Enjoy the pain. There’s a lot. Shout out to All My Heroes by Bleachers for the title idea-
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Beth knows she has to talk to him. When she had agreed to go out on this mission with Rick she had thought of it as an easy way to get some more one on one time with him whilst also doing some superheroing. A win-win situation, really. What she wasn’t expecting was… well whatever this was. Rick is parading himself around the empty school like he’s king of the castle, vandalising the place like it’s nothing. Smashing walls, tables, desks, anything he can get his hands on, really. They already destroyed the place enough over the summer with all the fights, and that was when they had an enemy to actually hit. Rick is just doing all this for fun. No, Beth was not going to stand for it. She didn’t care that he had his hourglass fixed if it made him act like this. Okay, well maybe she did care. She liked seeing him happy that he’d actually accomplished something, but if this was the cost? It simply wasn’t worth it. 
So she’s going to confront him. Once they’ve got the school clear of cameras she has to act, because if this goes on for too long it could get dangerous. For her, and for him. For the entire team really. This was a mission with just the two of them. If he were to act like this on a JSA mission? It may well spell disaster. She has a brief image of Rick standing over bodies, fists bloodied as he smiles at her as if he’s just done something good. As if he’s saved the day. She winces and shakes her head, trying to dispel the gruesome thought. That’s not Rick. It’s not him, he wouldn’t do that. At least, not normally. But when she glances over to her companion, he lurches ahead of her like some sort of predator searching for prey. Like the next camera he catches might finally satiate the ruthless hunger within him. Beth has a feeling it won’t. She studies him, trying her best to come up with a way to approach this without coming across as mean. She’d never want to hurt his feelings. Rick seems to feel her eyes on him, and looks back with a glint in his eyes and a smile. 
“Like what ya see?”
“What?”
He laughs as if he didn’t just say the most un-Ricklike thing Beth has ever heard, shaking his head as he turns to walk into another classroom. Beth has to hold herself back from calling the other team members and telling them that Rick is completely out of his mind. She knows she can help him. He’s… he’s her best friend. She has to at least try. So she starts to build a plan in her mind. She’ll wait until they’re done with the cameras, and then she’ll stop him and tell him the truth. That he’s concerning her. That this isn’t the Rick she grew to know and love, but rather some feeble mockery that stands ahead of her as a constant reminder that however long that hourglass stays on him, the Rick she knew is gone. Buried beneath a facade of forced bravado. She won’t stand for it. She’s gonna get him to realise how he’s been acting, and then get him back to his old self. She has to.
She finally corners him in the parking lot. After all the lights come back on and Rick makes a big show of removing the last camera they head out, Beth knows it’s her time to act. It’s eerily quiet in the school parking lot, the only sound the constant buzzing of the fading street lights that illuminate the pavement, casting them in dim yellow light. Beth is steeling herself, readying to set Rick straight, when he walks over to one of the still-parked school buses in the lot. She knows where this is going the second he approaches it.
“Hey Beth-” He calls with a grin as he leans on the driver's side of the bus.
“Rick, what're you doing?” Beth tries to keep her voice calm as she slowly walks towards him.
“I’m gonna lift this bus and throw it on top of the school! Watch!” He announces eagerly, turning around and attempting to find purchase on the bus.
“No.” Beth takes a step closer.
Rick grabs the underbelly of the bus and the sound of screeching and groaning metal pierces the air as he begins to lift. Beth races over and grabs Rick’s cape, trying feebly to drag him back.
“Rick, I said No!”
She’s reminded of that night in the tunnels when Rick first found Grundy. He’d been so blinded by his rage, she had to practically drag him out of there. Now, though, there isn’t any resistance. Rick drops the bus with an enormous crash, whirling around, his masked face laced with frustration. He towers over Beth and she stumbles back, letting go of his cape. She tries her best to stand tall but in his shadow she feels so small.
“What, you too chicken to have some fun?” He sneers, and Beth has to physically keep herself from flinching away.
“Yes, Rick. I’m scared. Scared of what you’re doing. What you might do.”
“You’re scared of me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.” His voice wavers, and it’s the first time tonight Beth has heard him sound anything other than confident or angry.
“Rick, that’s not what I meant. I know you. I know who you are, you’re a good person. But tonight? I can’t just excuse all of this. You’re wrecking the entire school, and I’m telling you that’s not okay.” She tries, but Rick’s frown only deepens.
“It’s just a little fun, Beth. Just showing you how strong I am. It’s impressive.” “No! It’s awful! If you want to impress me, be yourself. Be the kind, sweet Rick who always knows the right thing to say whenever I’m upset. Not… whatever this is. You’re not impressing me, you’re concerning me.” 
Rick scoffs, crossing his arms. “Well that’s a you problem.”
“That’s a me problem?” 
“Yeah. You worry too much. I used to like that about you, you always made sure I was alright but right now it’s getting a little annoying. You keep saying I’ve changed but maybe it’s you.”
If Beth could walk over and rip the hourglass off of Rick, smash it on the ground with no consequences, she would in a heartbeat. If it meant she’d get the old Rick back. Her Rick back. She’d do anything. But she knows she can’t, that if she did things would get even worse, and right now she can’t handle that. Rick is all she has. She has to try to get him to realise what he’s doing.
“Rick…”
“What.” His voice is deadpan, and his expression betrays no emotion.
“Do you not see what you’re doing? How you’re acting?” Beth asks, taking a step towards him in an attempt to reach out. 
Rick doesn’t uncross his arms, he just looks at her with a grimace.
“I see that you don’t trust me. That you think I’m a monster like everyone else. That’s what I see.”
“I don’t- You’re not-” Beth takes a deep breath, willing tears out of her eyes. “Don’t change the subject, Rick. You know I don’t think that. I just want to know why you’re doing this. Please.”
“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to like me, Beth. I want you to look at me and see the strong guy who can protect you in any situation. With my hourglass fixed I can do that now. That can be me.” Rick is starting to get loud now, his voice echoing through the empty lot.
“I didn’t like you for your strength, Rick. I liked you for you. I cared about the you that spent every night by my side when the goggles were broken, providing nothing but reassurance. I liked the you that drove me to school every day, and taught me all the landmarks you memorised around town when you were a kid. I liked the you before you let all this power go to your head. Right now? I don’t like you much at all.” 
Rick makes a face of disgust, as if what Beth has just said was the most appalling thing he’s ever heard.
“You didn’t say anything. You never acted like it. I thought…” Rick shakes his head, as if trying to dispel whatever is going on inside his mind. “You never liked me at all.”
Beth just stares at him. She knows this isn’t right. This is the hourglass heightening his emotions, making him feel everything tenfold and getting him to act on his every thought. She wants to believe that, but the more Rick speaks the more she feels like she’s being ripped in half. Torn limb for limb by invisible forces that show her that the person she cared for so deeply is gone. He’s drowned in a sea of golden glowing particles of sand. 
“You need to stop and think Rick. Clearly. Without the hourglass. Because right now, you’re just saying everything you don’t mean, and that’s not… You’re not okay.”
He seems to pick up the solemn defeat in her voice. The recognition that for however long he has that hourglass on he won’t be himself. As long as it’s on him she can’t reach him. She can’t help him this time. 
“Beth…” Rick’s voice has gone quiet. The anger in his voice is replaced with a faint tone of fear.
“Don’t. We can talk when the hourglass is off. Then we can discuss how you feel.”
“I’m sorry.” His hands hover over the hourglass, but he doesn’t turn it over.
“If you were actually sorry you’d turn that hourglass over and recognise what you’ve done.”
Beth looks at him pleadingly, waiting for him to turn it over. To prove that the Rick she knew was still there. That he recognises what the hourglass is doing to him, how it’s making him act. She watches his hands drift over the metal top of the hourglass, and for a moment she lets some feeble hope light in her chest. Then his hands fall to his sides and her stomach drops. 
“Let's just get to my car. I’ll drive you home.” He huffs, turning around.
Beth doesn’t move to follow him.
“I think I’m going to walk home tonight.” She says, as nonchalantly as possible. She could call her parents to pick her up, but right now she doesn’t want to see them. She just wants to be alone.
“Beth, It’s late. It’s not safe.”
“I have my goggles. They’ll keep me safe.”
She sees Rick grit his teeth. His jaw visibly sets, and his hands curl into fists.
“I just want to protect you, Beth.”
“That may be, but you can’t do that by destroying an entire school. Breaking things to just act cool isn’t protecting anyone Rick, it’s just you letting your ego get the best of you.”
“I’m not. You’re just…” Rick turns around and punches the school bus with a yell of frustration.
The side caves in and the bus flips on its side, skidding a few feet down the lot, sending sparks up into the night air. The sound is deafening, and Beth covers her ears turning away from Rick. When she turns back to him she can see that there are tears glistening in his eyes, threatening to spill onto his domino mask.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.” He says quietly, voice panicked.
Beth is on the verge of tears herself, barely holding it together.
“Go home Rick. Just go home.”
And then she turns and walks away. 
She hears his first few steps in an attempt to follow her, but then there’s nothing. She doesn’t look back, no matter how bad she wants to. She has to hold strong. Beth doesn’t even let herself cry, not until she’s around the block from the school. She doesn’t care how stupid she looks, in the middle of the street at ten at night, dressed in a superhero costume, sobbing. It doesn’t matter right now. She has to force herself to keep walking, wiping at her eyes desperately as if she can get rid of the constant stream of tears that is presently plaguing her. Deep gasping breaths peirce the night air as she cries, walking the well-worn sidewalk all the way home. The lights are all off. Her parents are working late again. They’ve been doing that a lot more since she told them to stop interfering with her superhero business. Something in her is glad that they aren’t here, so they don’t have to see her like this. 
She unlocks the door and walks into her room. She knows she should call Pat, or Sylvester. Someone with the adult experience and the brute force ability to deal with this, because Beth can’t. She tried, and it proved too much. She was supposed to be there for Rick, she was supposed to support him no matter what he was her best friend he was… Another sob wracks her body as she lays on her bed. The plan was supposed to go flawlessly today. Things were supposed to go well. She was supposed to have a nice night with the guy she has a crush on, doing superhero things like they always did. Now, she stares out her bedroom window from where she’s curled atop her sheets and wonders what went wrong. She’ll call the others in the morning. She’ll get a meeting together, sans Rick, to figure out next steps. She’s not giving up on him, no matter how much of a stubborn, violent, idiot he is sometimes. She won’t let him do this to himself. She can’t.
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lunarbrambles · 2 years
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"What would you be willing to destroy for someone you love?" is something Carian Knight Adrian, before you can even really end the question, answers emphatically with "Myself."
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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We could have had it all...
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slouph · 6 months
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Haikaveh 🌱🏛 To build a home ⚠️angst, memory loss
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horribluh · 2 months
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hilarious mpreg zosan thought, sanji has a kid that has green hair but its not zoros kid. he has in fact never disclosed who the other father was (choose ur own adventure dead beat dad edition) and his siblings already have amazing technicolour hair so its not outside the realm of possibility for his biological children to also have weird hair colours. but when the kid pops out with green hair everyone immediately connects the dots that hey, doesnt the strawhats first mate that sanji famously doesn't get along with also have green hair? is this why sanji never said who the other father was? hes a fucking dead beat! get his ass!
this misconception integrates into everyones mind bc it makes too much sense to not be true and everyone is suddenly deadset on "protecting sanjis honour" and making zoro "take responsibility"
sanji is screaming crying throwing up disgusted bc no!!! the shitty mosshead is not the father!!! stop saying that!!!! but since he still wont say who the actual father is, everyone is just like its ok sanji, you dont have to defend a deadbeat even if he is your crewmate and sanji has no choice but to kill himself and also zoro for daring to have green hair
when the strawhats show up for sanjis baby shower they also unanimously come to the misunderstanding that sanji and zoro totally boned. franky goes as far as to call the kid mini marimo. brook makes a hundred innuendos, chopper is upset at the implication of them having unsafe sex, and robin alludes to "knowing all along" in a very ambiguous way. usopp is the only one who refuses to connect the dots and he is sanjis favourite strawhat fr. jinbei pats sanji on the back and says he hopes they work through their differences for the sake of their kid. sanji is dying, youre killing him, you're killing your cook
even more shenanigans ensue when zoro shows up 3 whole days late to the baby shower and is gaslit into thinking hes the father by everyone in attendance despite being Pretty Sure that he and sanji never fucked. zeff gives a pretty good shovel talk and nami gives an even better one (debt increment is involved) while zeff nods approvingly behind her and then luffy slingshots in all parents should be married right? and doesnt wait for an answer
anyway, like 2 hours later zosan find themselves standing at a makeshift altar on the thousand sunny, saying their vows. sanji insists to the very end that zoro is not the father so they dont need to get married but alas luffy isnt giving him a choice in this (he wants to eat wedding cake)
to sanjis eternal despair, the kid grows up to really like swords
additional zosan thought, sanji does not help things by shouting "this is all your fault!" the moment he sees zoro. zoro is futher gaslit
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the-littlest-laney · 3 months
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“what i wouldn’t give to be in church this sunday
listening to the choir so heartfelt, all singing,
‘god loves you but not enough to save you’
so baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself.”
im goin thru it rn, i promise this is my last kristen and cassandra piece for a while. i can’t handle the angst anymore.
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mossycat · 11 months
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Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
He talks about you in his sleep There's nothing I can do to keep From crying when he calls your name
Jolene
(Mala is coming to realize some things about her husband)
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oh-surprise-its-me · 9 months
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tw domestic abuse
13 year old Jamie flinching when his dad puts his hand on his shoulder because the force of it makes him bend.
17 year old Jamie having a black eye for two weeks after his dads been around again and insisting he got it during a match and the ref just didn’t see.
19 year old Jamie in a serious relationship for the first time and she drags her nails down his arm hard enough to break skin in a small argument. She smacks his face three days later.
20 year old Jamie who’s just had a wine glass tossed at his head from a girl who thought he was cheating, he wasn’t but that doesn’t seem to matter.
21 year old Jamie who had a secret boyfriend for three months until he gets shoved into a wall for not wanting to be the first out player because ‘Jamie think of both our careers, we would be icons’.
23 year old Jamie who’s had maybe the healthiest relationship of his life with Keeley being at a bar for the first time after they break up, he gets his face slapped by a girl who thinks he was flirting with her boyfriend.
27 year old Jamie in a relationship with Roy and the first time they really argue he throws his hands in front of himself and closes his eyes when Roy gestures.
Roy fully freezes and steps four feet back and asks Jamie to open his eyes. Jamie who honestly didn’t realize his eyes were closed looks shocked. He asks Roy why he’s so far away now.
Roy looks like he’s about to cry, Jamie lunges to him holding his face asking what happened. Roy has to stutter out a ‘you flinched’ and now it’s Jamie’s turn to freeze. No one has ever brought up the flinching before, taken advantage of it? Yeah. Ignored it? Definitely. Asked in a voice that’s about to cry? No, no that’s new.
He insists he’s fine, he knows Roy would never hit him. Roy looks at him like he’s lost his mind and refuses to brush this off. They talk for hours, Jamie tells Roy everything. All the ex’s, everything his father has ever done, ex teammates who slapped backs too hard to be friendly.
Everything.
By the end they are both crying and Jamie has agreed to talk to a therapist. When they go to bed that night Roy is terrified to grab onto Jamie and pull him on top like he normally does. Jamie has no such issues and rolls right on top of Roy, head tucked into Roy’s neck like every night.
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angelmichelangelo · 9 months
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i feel like we don’t talk about how horrendous the wasteland arc of 2012 was. like, yeah the designs for the future turtles were a lil goofy but think about it. donnie’s body obliterated he’s left with a brain damaged raphael who can’t remember anything, unwillingly burdening him with not only looking after him but keep on the memory of their brothers alive. and at some point after the mutagen bomb went off, after probably endlessly searching for leo and mikey they left new york. donnie probably had to make that decision with the heaviest heart. leo, out of his mind from his second mutation probably fled the city whenever he came to, lost and confused, unsure if he was the only survivor, if there was anything left of the old leo in his mind imagine the guilt he carried when he thought his sacrifice had been worthless. mikey who probably was still sound of mind probably crawled out of that wreckage and realised for the first time in his life was alone. those brothers, usually inseparable had to at some point just accept fate that their brothers were dead/not coming back for them and move on with their lives. wasteland arc is horrible. it’s great, but it’s horrible.
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🌱🏛️ #femhkvthmweek2024 day 3: fall out ... of bed. because kaveh is incredibly drunk. i can't do angst sorry 💀
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goldendragonleaf · 1 year
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"The pain of regret is far worse than the pain of discipline." ~Nathan Whitley
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After like 5 days straight working on this I AM FINALLY DONE! My god was this fun to do. I think I included everybody but if I missed your oc I apologize I could not find the ref of your oc. I also tried to make the ocs dynamic with like, interactions and whatnot based on what I knew about their character so if I made em out of character I'm so sorry aosdfh I also uh, was gonna mention everyone underneath a cut but tumblr said no so the reblog is coming in like 2 seconds @kirbyoctournament (edit I forgot beamee sobbing in the corner rn)
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