#sighn

[s2z]

Northcote, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. 2021-01-05 15:29:21 by stuart murdoch Via Flickr: Wanderinfg the back streets of Nothercote* *beer may have been consumed

#IMG_3384 #northcote #melbourne #victoria #australia #crossing #street #sighn #signs #sign #auspctagged:pc3070 #pc3070 #northcote:pc3070 #flickr

[ego-meliorem-esse]

July 13th, 1917

Be it from a sense of paternal concern or simply patriotic duty, Arthur made sure to leave his soldiers in the charge of an older Corporal and made his way to the quite pathetic excuse of a medical section where his son was left to rot.

Arthur had heard about the attack. He had been informed the day prior.

He had seen war and famine and sickness, but never like this. Arthur wasn't young, in any sense, and what wonders and strong political oppinions young men had, had left him a long time ago like a ship leaving the harbour in a hury to claim new land. This though, had left shock echoing within his tired, millenia old frame. He wasn't used to this.

Arthur made his way through the trenches with soldiers from every corner of the globe instantly stopping whatever they were doing prior and saluting him as if etiquette and rank mattered in hell. As if it was more importaint to greet the Higher ups than to survive long enough to even write a letter back to family. Arthur did understand that though. Routine and rules were the only thing keeping these poor and wretched souls from being consumed by thoughts of an imminent death.

The path to the section where Matthew was held was quite straightforward and quite familiar. He had marched to and from it hundreds of times and had a sort of automatic rithm in his step. Arthur made his way to the small and damp room with a fast pace indicative of familiarity, only to stop in his tracks in the shabbily built doorframe at the sight that awaited him in the corner.

Matthew sat in the corner of the sad makeshift medical section of the trenches, his back firm against the cold, damp wall.

His once-piercing blue-grey eyes were now clouded over with milky white cataracts, rendering him completely blind. The newly used gas had stolen his sight. His skin, once tanned and healthy, now bore the sickly pallor of a much older man who had endured unimaginable suffering.

Matthew's uniform, discarded in favour of his worn down undershirt, was now a tattered and stained relic of his time in the trenches. The not-white-anymore shirt clung to his emaciated frame as if decency still mattered in hell. The physical toll of the war was clear on his body. Not that Matthew would have to worry about seeing that any time soon. His hands, which had once held a rifle with resolve, now trembled even while resting on his thighs.

Despite his physical and emotional anguish, Matthew remained seated upright, his back pressed against the unforgiving, stained wall. A testament to his resilience if there was any left, a silent protest against the horrors that had taken his sight and left him broken in body and spirit.

As he sat there, his spirit reduced to a hollow shell, Matthew's face bore a mixed expression of utter defeat and complete indifference. His lips were drawn into a thin, lifeless line, and his cheeks were gaunt from the weight of his suffering. His blank, unseeing eyes stared into the abyss, as if waiting for answers and also hoping they'd never arrive.

In that moment, Matthew was not a representation of Canada; he was a young man who had been scarred and broken by the senseless brutality of war. The trenches around him buzzed with activity, but he remained isolated in his silent world of darkness and despair. The young medics job was done. He had patched Matthew up and left him to his own misery. Matthew was grateful.

Arthur stood there silently under the doorframe for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few seconds. A strange and unfamiliar twinge of emotion plucked and pulled on his conscience. He hadn't felt guilt in quite some time. This feeling was reserved for drunken nights spent in solitude with the doors to the room he resided in firmly locked so that his sliver of self-deprecating emotion wasn't witnessed by any but himself, while he drunk himself to unconsciousness.

He preferred the emotional solitude to this.

Arthur had believed himself to be capable of most things. Especially conversation and confrontation. He was quite good at those as centuries of existence had proved. He believed himself quite skilful with words. Most of the time he knew what to say and when to say it without it resulting in unwanted and unforeseen consequences, while still making sure his opinion was heard.

Arthur had no words forming as he stood in that doorframe. If Arthur was a good man, his reasoning would be that he felt such strong empathy and sadness that words wouldn't be enough to express the sorrow he felt at that moment. If Arthur was a good man he'd run to his son, assure him that this wouldn't happen ever again and that he was safe. If Arthur was a good man he would fall on his knees in front of his oldest son and beg for forgiveness.

Arthur wasn't a good man.

He could admit to his shortcomings, but to act on them was not in his nature.

So he stood there for another 5 or 6 minutes watching his son shallowly breathe in and out, hearing the boys lungs struggle to keep up with his muscles contraction and need for air.

He must have made a noise, as Matthew's head tilted slightly to the left, almost looking at Arthur but definitely not seeing him. Arthur looked back at him.

The room was quiet, save for the desperate plea of Matthews lungs to be put out of their misery.

Sensing nothing after a few moments, Matthew turned his head back towards the blank wall ahead.

Arthur silently turned his frame around and slowly started walking the path he had taken to get here. As he took a few steps, he released the breath he didn't know he was holding.

How he longed for that whiskey bottle and that dark room where he could lock himself in and slowly drift out of consciousness instead of facing his own mistakes.

Arthur definitely was not a good man.

#ooof i had a field day with this one #father son drama ugh sighn me the fuck up #arthur is def not a good man im sorry to the england stans but he isnt #he lives his kids but he is not a good man #he would take a bullet for his kids bur he is not a good man #hetalia #hws england #hws canada #myart #my art #historical hetalia #my writing #arthur kirkland #matthew williams #hetalia fanfiction

[so-very-small]

traumatizing your tiny OCs as a form of cuteness aggression

#I LOVE MY OCS SO MUCH I NEED TO TORTURE THEM #im thinking of sighn and eon and god. god i love my ocs. its like they were made for me or something #theres size diff but not in the traditional way #like what if a giant was just an evil room that wanted to hurt+love you

[feezee223]

some quick art i did of myla and the knight from hollow knight

#hollow knight #hollow knight art #the knight #myla hollow knight #art #Forgot to sighn it oops

[piffany666]

(I'm less that half way through the newest dark one vidio cos I couldn't make it to the live but I've had this Headcanon for a while so I thought now would be a good time to share it)

Before the incident frequency was deaf and mute and could only talk after the said incident gave him his sweet vocal effect

But I like to imagine that even tho he can talk now he still uses sighn language

#thoughout this whole series ive pictured him doing sighn #i like to think that hes a very animated person #you will never see this man still for a second #so i just picture him doing sighn while also doing lil dances whenever he talks #scythe audio #scythe audio dark one #scythe audio frequency

[di-diwata]

THIS GUY CANONICLY DIED FOR LIKE A MINUTE

(Jai my beloved <3)

#Jai bartholomew sighn #the ocean squid explorers club #osec #also how the fuq does his sleeve work in this image. #he doesn't have his prosthetic on? (cause youd be able to see a hand then) #so why does his sleeve fall like that? #he was twelve when he drowned <3 (dw he's fine and didn't even realise until someone told him)

[monstergoreguts]

Scorpio ♏️

Shop item: https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/159835978?ref=studio-promote

#goreguts art #art #redbubble #shop item #scorpio #zodiac sighn

[vanderdeer]

I wanna draw a bazgillionin things but I can barely do 1 thing ):

#trust me when i say it takes months to do things and im not just pumpung art out anymore #and when i do i hurt myself because i dont notice the sighns of my body #angusih

[gh0str3c0rd3r]

my reaction to that information

#daily stuff i guess #this is a sighn to listen to camp here and there #its on Spotify and YouTube

[dragbunart]

You know how I said I had a fucked up Au based on a Fucked up Theory?

Yeah... I present what I've been referring to as the "Breeding Hope" Au. Which is as questionable and horrifying as it sounds.

Hopes Peak has been studying if Talent could possibly be genetic.

And it all started because of Teruteru Hanmura.

While he's being scouted they notice his two younger siblings. And realize that these two siblings will be Future Ultimates.

That led to a question, could Talent be a biological component?

However, that was a singular occurrence. It only held water if there were more Siblings with Ultimate Talents.

Enter the student files. Amongst the 77-A and 77-B classes they notice a note on a certain Kaede Akamatsu's file... Or rather quotation marks. Kaede 'Akamatsu' Kuzuryu.

A quick check of her medical records proves that she is the sister of the Ultimate Yakuza.

Another set of Ultimate Siblings? Looking into the candidates for the future class 78 they see a set of twins Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba.

One is a rarity. Two is a coincidence. Three is a pattern.

Talent could be Genetic. This bade well for the future and the Izuru Kamakura project. With enough prep, they could possibly make sure there was never a loss of Ultimates, and that Hope's Peak has hands on those Ultimates.

In fact, they would even be able to Naturally pass on the Izuru projects talent with the right hosts for the embryos.

Suddenly any Ultimate with siblings get a bit more attention, and their family is monitored for Talent more closely.

Classes are rearranged. The Higherups at Hope's have looked into each Ultimate's life enough to figure out who would be most likely to fall for who.

Peko and Maki's classes are switched the minute they figure out the Swords Woman's connection to the Kuzuryu Family, and the obvious feelings between Fuyuhiko and Peko. Meanwhile, Maki's past has a few things that point to someone like Kaito or Kaede being a potential crush for her.

Such young Impressionable teens are puppets to the Hope's Peaks Board.

Even Natumi Kuzuryu is being monitored, sure she hasn't shown any Obvious Talent yet, but she has two talented siblings, she may carry recessive genetics after all.

After class 78's admittance, the Board ends up being a little forceful with Class events, to build bonds of romance.

This ends up with a few unintentional, but welcome pairs, Such as Gonta and Celeste.

Hell, the evil fuckers even monitored Hajime's crush on Chiaki, while they had been planning on wiping everything that made Hajime Hajime, just in case anything remained. They could use his latent feeling for the Ultimate Gamer to influence Izuru.

What's worse? When Natumi is murdered... Instead of surrounding her body to her family so she can be buried, they put it on ice as soon as it's found, to try and preserve the eggs that could potentially hold the talent genetics.

#Welcome to fucked up theorys and aus with Hess #this is what ya'll sighned up for when you followed #danganronpa #danganronpa au #danganronpa theory

[swordmaid]

𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚.

#literally staying up so late drawing this just bc . idk .!! #dont know if i will continue this tbh the pose is giving me trouble but the face turned out nice [: #i have to design her clothes for her too . sighn .

[interruptingkau]

There's this ring at an antique shop I want So Bad but I can't see the price and judging from the other stuff in the case with it I Know I could never afford it

#le sighn #distant lowing

[so-very-small]

even if my OCs have no height difference it still counts as g/t because im holding them like barbies and making them kiss

#im being so not normal about Eon and Sighn rn #g/t

[pitynostars]

RTD trying to fight the bringing back 2005 era Dr Who allegations vs RTD bringing back Tennant and Tate and Cribbins and casting a teenage white blonde as the companion fight

#IM SCARED #rtd 2.0 #text tag #Me: REMEMBER GATWA DR REMEMBER YF ROSE WE HAVE SIGHNS

[a-wild-things-rambles]

yes i can cry over cass AND stephs batgirl runs at the same time<3 its called range darling <3333

#man i miss them<33 #[well charecterised cass n steph] #but ohggg there soo good<3 #the charecters!!! #i want to eat the damn comics!!! #my babys.... #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #this is ur sighn to read batgirl 2000 and batgirl 2009

[di-diwata]

a reimagines Jai! because i hated how he looked before :3

#jai bartholomew sighn #osec #the ocean squid explorers club