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art--harridan · 7 months

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[Image one: The first page of a digital comic about Miles Morales from the Spider-Verse movies. It begins with two panels of Miles' face resting on his closed hand. The first shows him in his school, wearing his uniform. He looks bored. The second has him in his first, store-bought Spider-Man costume. The forest surrounding Alchemax is behind him. Both of the panels cut off around his eyes. Next to them is two smaller panels, one showing someone in a classic Spider-Man costume swinging on a web, while the other shows their feet flying through the air. At the bottom of the page, there's Miles' legs flailing as he falls during the Leap of Faith scene. A panel is behind them, in a purple halftone gradient. Shards of glass surround the legs like lightning bolts. The page says "you always thought that the scariest part of a leap of faith would be the fall".

Image two: The second page of a digital comic about Miles Morales from the Spider-Verse movies. The first part of the sentence says "but really... it feels like flying;". This is interspersed with close-up panels of Miles in his first black suit. There's one of his outstretched hand, one of his chest symbol, one very close to his eyes and another of his outstretched feet. Behind the panels, there's a rock pigeon mid-flight. The sentence continues with "floating;", followed by four panels of Miles floating as his fall is flipped upside down. The pose is identical in each, but the background gets gradually darker for each one. Then, "free in a way that feels unnatural -" is written, accompanied by a panel of Miles in his school uniform. You can't see above his lips and he's sweating nervously, shoulders hunched. Scribbles, like the portals on The Spot, crowd around him. The sentence finishes with "you love it". The final panel zooms into Miles' hand clutching his backpack strap. His Spider-Man suit peaks out of his sleeve.

Image three: The third page of a digital comic about Miles Morales from the Spider-Verse movies. At the top of the page is Miles' shoes stood on the side of a wall, one foot hanging over the edge slightly. Above it, it says "the fear is in the precipice -". Below the drawing, it says "the edge", alongside Miles standing on a wall from behind, cut off around the ankles. The sentence continues "and what you gaze at beyond it", the last two words in a bubbly black and white font over top of a purple halftone gradient panel. Then, the sentence finishes "(and what you're scared will slink back in)". On the left side there's two panels, one a close-up of Kingpin's tie, and the other shows The Prowler's cape laying in a pool of blood. The other side has two panels set out the same. The top panel has one of The Spot's portals, while the one below it shows Jefferson Davis' glasses discarded and broken, one lens shattered and bloody.

Image four: The fourth page of a digital comic about Miles Morales from the Spider-Verse movies. It begins with Miles' shoes, one planted on the wall while the other hangs is elevated, hanging over the edge. Two panels beneath it show his feet with one lowered slightly, and then both planted on the wall. They're accompanied by the sentence "the hovering moment where you can still simply step back". After this there's two different Miles, standing with their bodies facing the viewer but eyes facing each other. The first is taller, unmasked, and wearing his outfit from the rooftop party. His expression is pinched together, worried. The other is in his ill-fitting store-bought Spider-Man replica suit, body posed as if he's been caught by surprise. His eyes, from what is visible, are wide. Two panels separate them - one is completely black, while one has a spark of blue lightning bursting out of it. Finally, the sentence ends "... but then you'd just be there; waiting, doing nothing".

Image five: The final page of a digital comic about Miles Morales from the Spider-Verse movies. It starts with Miles' hand in the darkness, unfurling as he reaches out his index finger. Blue lightning sparks off of it, leaving his finger like a claw. This is surrounded by the line "and you can't let that happen,". Below that, Miguel O'Hara's gloved hand creeps towards Miles, curled and claws out, like he's just failed to grasp something. It is large compared to Miles, who is swinging through the air, looking back at the hand. His body is fairly loose. The page ends with the line "even if the first step is the steepest".]

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#miles morales #miles morales fanart #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse fanart #across the spider verse spoilers #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderverse fanart #digital art #☆#blood #death #yippee!! did a comic again!!! yahoo!!#hopefully at somepoint ill finish this like 9 page one for a different number but im currently v busy 👍#anyway love miles sm mwah and the new film 💛💛💛💛💛#genuinely think he has an anxiety disorder <3 #um sidenote i fucking hate drawing shoes why did i plan so many shoes for this 😭#if they dont look like real jordans dont come at me i emotionally gave up like midway through the first pair...

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tianhai03 · 10 months

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ppl seemed to like my wips from the other day so heres another miguelito doodlelio

#i like the him. hes very shaped. hes shaped exactly how i like guys to be shaped. i like him #im still trying to finish painting those wips i only have free time after work but. im so excited to work on them more i love painting #i cant wait to experiment with coloring the funky spideys its going to be so fun #spider man across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #allyart

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oscxrpceo · 4 months

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@inhcritance liked for a starter! (clone-ish shenanigans!!)

Harry Osborn is no stranger to waking up in strangely familiar places, whether that's the bed of the random person he went home with the night before, or, more recently, his bed -- in another universe. Somehow, he can always tell he's not in his home universe just by the way the sheets feel. Sometimes, they're a nice silk, othertimes an annoying microfiber cotton.

And, unfortunately, today is one of those days where he wakes up in a bed that something in him tells him is his, but not. He just hope this universe's Harry is, for lack of better words, living.

The ones where he's not are always harder to be in. He's a walking corpse in his own universe thanks to the botched Spider-Serum he'd attempted to make, but sometimes it's worse when that's literal.

He also hopes that he's not, well, currently dating someone. That'll make things awfully awkward.

"At least I'm not made of paint," he says.

#inhcritance #v: multiverse #the 'verse where everything is happy and nothing bad happened ever. except for everything bad thats happened to him bc oscorp -#-started dabbling in multiversal travel #also i have Not finished sm2 but im not scared of spoilers if u worry abt that lol #i'm TRYING to finish it but i havent had the time rly #i Am already in love with that harry tho. and ur harry!!!#also -- i know in ur rules the way u format ur posts; would u like me to bold my dialogue as well for accessibility reasons or is it just--#--stylistic choice?? either way is fine with me!! i just wanna double check <3 #ALSO ALSO. sorry im so normal. anyways. idk where ur harry in relation to mine but i imagine he's at least close enough to hear/see mine --#--just. appearing out of nowhere.

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orbmanson7 · 3 months

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I managed to fully finish storyboarding one of the bigger animatics (in terms of how much work will be going into the finished version) for the logan angst flashcard project and I actually feel a tiny bit accomplished for once 🥲

Uhh, to celebrate, have this blurry shot of one of the frames!

#i decided this one would actually have even more mixed media by adding a live action timelapse segment #which means I'll have to figure out how to get access to after effects or figure out how to get REALLY creative with what i do have #oh well #im just glad this one is boarded fully bc thats been the hardest thing with all of these #the whole point with this project was that there were lots of animatics i wanted to make but i couldnt figure out how to fill the whole song #so instead these are just a bunch of snippets of songs like mostly the second verse and the chorus in like 90% of them haha #and i just do a short version animatic instead #but finally finishing boarding the Biggest one feels awesome :)#hope i dont completely fuck it up from here #its gonna look so good once its digital and colored in...#orbs thought bubbles

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universestreasures · 3 months

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Extension / Spinoff Of This Thread With @shacchou

The vibration from his pager in his pocket was sudden and out of nowhere, but he reacts to it as effortlessly as he did anything. Tasuku, along with Jack who was back in his card form, both move away from the other members of the Buddy Police that had gathered to arrest the criminal they both apprehended. His face shifts to one of concern as he presses the button in the center, immediately connecting the human to the youngest of the two Kaiba Brothers.

"Mokuba, are you okay?! Are you hurt at all?! What's your status?!"

"Tasuku...I'm...I'm okay. I'm not in danger or anything. I just...didn't want to contact you through...normal means."

"Oh..." He can feel his heart rate slow with that confirmation, but he still remains on edge. "Well, I'm glad you're not hurt. Didn't expect you to use the pager for a non-emergency, but that's no matter. It's clear you called me for a reason through these means. So, please. Say what you want to say. You...don't sound like yourself."

"Y-Yeah...I...I kinda have a big favor to ask of you."

"I see... Well, all you need to do is ask me, Mokuba. I'll do my best to help you in anyway I can. I promised you that the day we met, and that offer still stands now."

"Thanks, Tasuku."

The officer can hear Mokuba taking in a deep breath next. It was clear as day something was up. The way he was speaking now reminded him of how he was during the period his older brother was in a coma, when he was in agony over his brother's condition despite what Seto Kaiba had done to him. He was a caring and loving soul, Tasuku knew that much to be true.

"I...I wanted to ask if I could...stay with you for a while? I...I need some time away from my house, away from...away from..."

"You don't need to say it. I already can understand what probably happened. In any case, you're more than welcome to stay at my place for as long as you need. It's no trouble at all."

"A-Are you sure? I wouldn't...be burdening you at all? I know how busy you are with your work."

"Of course not. Friends and family are never burdens." He makes sure to emphasize that for him before continuing. "And while I'm an important part of the Buddy Police, I'm not the only officer on duty. Besides, Mr.Takihara was going to have me go on forced vacation for a few weeks now that the Rare Hunter situation is handled anyway. So, it really is no trouble at all."

Ruby hues widen once the sounds of sobbing reach his ears. The sounds of crying where among his least favorite noises, but not because he found it irritating. Crying often was a signal someone was in pain. Pain was a form of suffering, and as someone who wanted to rid the world, especially children, of suffering, hearing it made his heart ache and his ranger towards his assumed source of it grow.

"How...How dare he..."

The thoughts echo in his mind as he clenches his free hand, it shaking in his righteous anger. Seto Kaiba was already someone he didn't exactly like for several reasons, but to think he'd do something again to hurt his brother after the stunt he pulled at Death-T? Did he really learn nothing after almost losing everything?

Whenever he runs into that bastard again, he's going to give him a personal taste of Tasuku's own brand of justice. No one, no matter who you are or what the circumstances, should treat the only family they cherish in such a horrible way. He didn't even need to know the full details to know just how bad the situation was. Mokuba's tears he can hear through the speaker spoke volumes.

"It's going to be alright, Mokuba. I'm going to help you get through whatever it is that's troubling you. Just stay strong until I see you, okay? Know you're not alone."

"...T-Thank...T-Thank you...C-Can we meet at...the park?"

"Sure, no problem. Jack and I will meet you there. He can carry you back to my place. You did say you always wanted to fly on a dragon, right?" Jack normally wouldn't be too comfortable carrying someone on his back, but considering the circumstances, even Tasuku knows his Buddy wouldn't turn this down. The dragon cared for the young boy just as he did, after all.

"Mhmm. S-See you soon."

"See you soon. Be careful."

The transmission ends and his hand falls to his side. His teeth gritt in frustration, his breaths almost sounding like a dragon's growl. Despite his politeness and warm smile he tried to maintain as a part of his professionalism, he was still a rather emotional person. He felt thing so intensely, so deeply, that they threatened to consume his actions. And his emotions right now were screaming at him to go down to the Kaiba Mansion and personally give Seto Kaiba a piece of his mind.

It's at that moment when he feels a warmth and sees a glow coming from his chest. Tasuku knows right away it was his Buddy calling out to him, no doubt sensing his emotions. He puts his hand over the pocket where Jack's card was stored, closing his eyes as he moves to communicate with him telepathically.

"Tasuku... I understand your feelings toward the situation. You are not wrong to feel how you do. Your righteous heart of justice always cries out at the suffering of others, especially those you are close to. However, if you wish to truly help your friend with the emotional troubles he is facing, then you must calm yourself first. If you are consumed by your anger, then you won't be able to help anyone. Your friend is counting on you right now. Do you understand what I am saying?"

In situations like this, Jack really acted like his own consciousness. Everything he was saying was absolutely correct. Getting upset now would not help the situation. It would probably make it worse than anything. Mokuba was his priority right now, not his brother. All his focus should be put into making sure the younger Kaiba was safe and taken care of. In a way, he's to assume the role of an older brother for the time being, the role at this very moment Tasuku thought Seto Kaiba didn't deserve at this moment. And it's a role he will not fail at for the sake of his friend who reached out to him desperately, a friend who needed him and wanted his aid.

He would not fail.

"I...I understand, Jack. I know what must be done." He takes a deep breath then, trying to steel himself before he makes his next move. Tasuku reaches into his pocket to remove his Buddy's cards, holding it up into the air as he prepares for their departure. "Let's go to work."

With that, Jack's card glows, the dragon manifesting in his mini-form before the human. Tasuku grabs his deckcase, the Star Pulsar, from his pocket and shows it to the other. The red gem in the yellow case's center resonates with a golden glow of Jack's eyes, the deckcase eventually transforming into its true form, that of a yellow drone with four points sticking out of it.

"BUDDY SKILL ON."

The technological voice from his device is soon followed by a light burst of wind as Jack's Buddy Skill makes itself known. Two green rings appear at the boy's heels, their power causing him to start floating in the air. Once airborne, he wastes no time flying straight into the clouds towards his destination, with Jack soaring at his side.

It is during this flight that he informs his legal guardian of the situation. Mr.Takihara, being the kind of person he was, had a soft spot for children. So, of course he was okay with the idea. Tasuku had his own apartment joined with his, anyway. It was up to him how he managed the one-bedroom space. He gave the boy that kind of trust as if he were an adult.

Within minutes, the pair made it to the park. They sit on a nearby bench as they wait for the younger Kaiba to appear, Tasuku getting anxious as the minutes pass. Would he get there safely? Should he have just gotten him? What if he got mugged on the way here? All these thoughts rushed through his mind, and he was debating about going, until he hears footsteps approach and Mokuba comes into view at long last.

"Hey, Mokuba. Glad you got here safe."

He offers the young boy a warm smile he hopes will offer him some comfort and relief. Ruby hues observe the other's response, Mokuba providing only a small nod. The bag he was carrying with him was quickly noticed as well. Seems he brought things with him. Good. It be difficult to be away from home without some of your personal items, after all.

"Got everything you-"

Mokuba then approaches the Buddy Police Boy Wonder, Tasuku remaining still as he watches on. It is then that Mokuba slowly moves up his hands until they find themselves wrapped around the older boy's waist, the other's head resting on his shoulder pad. Before he can make a response, he freezes in place at the all too painful sound of crying reaching his ears for the second time tonight.

Tasuku responds soon enough, wrapping his own arms around the boy and providing gentle pats on his back. This is not his first go around comforting a crying child. It was something he, unfortunately, had plenty of experience with, considering his line of work. Children were often targets of game-related crimes, but that was part of why he did what he did, to protect those who could not protect themselves. It was his life's mission and one he continues to get stronger for.

"Mokuba...Don't worry. It's all going to be alright. Have faith in me, Jack, and your friends to help you. We'll be right there by your side to help you through this. I promise."

His grip on the boy tightens slightly then, a physical confirmation of his promise. He was going to care for Mokuba as if he were his brother, just as he would do for Gao or any of his friends should they need it. The selfless boy who was too desperate to become an adult would always shoulder the burden of those around him, being their rock when they needed it most...even at the cost of himself.

"Now, let's get going. You must be exhausted after everything." The Buddy Police officer speaks up once he hears the sound of the sobbing decrease, gently letting go of Mokuba and directing him towards Jack who was now in his true form. He lowers his body to the ground, allowing Mokuba to climb on his back safely. Tasuku will be sure to thank Jack for allowing this to happen, considering he was not a fan of being ridden.

Once secured, the three then soar into the air and into the clouds, leaving the town of Domino behind for the neighboring city of Cho-Tokyo, a place where Seto Kaiba had no power in. Hopefully, this change of scenery would help his friend recover from the emotional wounds inflicted on him, wounds that he should have never been inflicted on one so young, so innocent...like Mokuba Kaiba.

#💎 Crystalized Hidden Gems (Drabble)#💎 Wonder Treasure (Tasuku Ryuenji)#💎 NPC: Wonder's Faithful Buddy (Jackknife Dragon)#💎 Vice Treasure (Mokuba Kaiba)#💎 President With A Blue-Eyed Lighting (Shacchou)#💎 Wonder's Game Of Life (Tasuku Yu-Gi-Oh! DM Verse)#💎 Vice's Monochromic Alternate Path (Mokuba Manga Verse)#tw long post #(Ani may reblog this if she likes to keep the full story content of this on her blog!#(i've been working on this on and off this week and finally finished it #(in short: tasukus heart breaks for mokie has decided to be big bro figure for now and wants to punch seto kaiba in the face LMFAO #(i love writing tasuku's pov its so interesting to me #(and as ive said before hes one of the muses ive put the most work into so im usually very happy with his writing and this is no exception #(also love jack got to drop his dragon wisdom as that's always fun. he's such a dad #(mokies in good hands with his friends even if they can only do so much for him ;;;;#(anyway ty to anyone who read this and this event in me and ani's rp journey is breaking my heart ;;;;; but its been fun to explore #(love to hear peoples thoughts on these drabbles or whats going on in any of my threads so feel free to comment away

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abyssmalice · 18 days

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(for the people wondering where ive been in a hot minute:

ive been fighting a bitter struggle between updating my OC muse blog and sleepiness UnU)

#ooc | (written and loved and forgotten);#(IM SO SWEEEEEPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY but im finally getting motivation to fix things up on that blog...... why am i cursed like this)#(god damn it i Will finish writing all these verse posts......... eventually.......)

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allylikethecat · 24 days

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I'm working on finishing the final bit of the Christmas Fic and I'm so excited because it's April why am I still writing a Christmas Fic but also it's making me really sad because then it's over and I don't know when I'm going to revisit the Infection Verse next 😭

#allylikethecat #keep it kind #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #fanfic #It's Christmas #The Christmas Fic #The infection verse #the infection fic verse #the infection verse fic #the infection verse #infection verse #infection verse fic #infection fic verse #like im so excited to move on to other projects #and also like finish a fic because i know i take a long time to do that #but like i love this little world so much #and being done with it for now makes me so sad

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crispysnake · 1 year

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#Im hiding in the tags of my own post cause im a COWARD #anyhoo im RANTING #Im staying home today cause my period cramps are obliterating my insides (hence the gif)#and I was trying to figure out what to do cause now my schedule is rearranged #and my first thought was 'oh I have some time I should reblog one of those prompt ask memes and just do a few drabbles'#and straight up stopped walking cause ???? hello????#hmm what a strange thought for someone WHO HASNT WRITTEN ANYTHING ON HERE EVER???#I mean I did like once 4yrs ago but the I got so stressed out I deleted the app for an hour so #like why would THAT be my first casual idea😭#THE URGE TO CREATE (the urge to write vaxleth) is STRONG in this waffle house tonight boys #and for a moment I was like 😏 I could do it but the more I think about it the more daunting it feels?#I feel like Im not well versed enough in c1 moments cause its been a year since I 'finished' it and lowkey dont remember a lot #and despite 2 seasons I feel like there isnt enough room in tlovm to write something that I feel would be og enough #and because im a little pab and spent the last year sending every single au idea and every hc to other blogs (i am my own worst enemy)#i think any au i would write would just be straight up plagerism cause I have no self control in other ppls inboxs😭#ANYWAYS look whos getting worked up over literally nothing #off to google docs I go!#mira talks

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the-sixxth-sinner · 1 year

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Today I woke up with five hours of sleep under my belt

And a riot in my head

The colorblind sky and the stale wind

You can tell why I carry an extra bullet

I ain't asking for compassion

Just know that my best friend is depression

I ain't asking you to understand

I live off of dust from Neverland

Twenty years old and I'm already tired

Same bullshit, same shots fired

I don't know where this is going

Maybe you can tell me

When my anxiety is showing

You look at me, I look at you

Your blood-shot eyes turning blue

You look at me, I look at you

My red bruises are turning blue

Fake it till you make it or so they say

So far I had to make it every day

My hands are shaking, my facade is breaking

My stomach is aching, am I faking?

Tomorrow's another day.

#sinner writings #poetry #i wrote the first verses like. one? two years ago? but today i felt inspired and finished it in like ten minutes #i hear this as a stomachaches song. idk if that makes sense #god i need a shitty band to write shitty songs for. where the guitars are shit and the singer sounds like shit #i know im throwing a lot at you lately but bear with me ive never been so inspired #and i am committed to make it everyone's problem

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makeitlookdecent · 8 months

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spearhead squad, as ur heart desires.

#wip #i failed the run but the pure happiness i felt seeing a temp. recruit skalter was unmatched #i had low light low hope everyone was getting rejections and there she was. another healer since i wasnt getting one besides jordi #not even upgraded :(#anyways we died in the indigo cradle right after the 'im seaborn' dream so fitting #i'll probs finish the skalter and texas later but just this because my attention is tiny #oh! for funnies i thought to draw any support or temp units (any that aren't mine) as like #really really well drawn or like; pretty while any of my units are drawn #like that #so in a group of just mine they look normal but next to support or friends units the look like chibi verses in game cg #so i cant sloppy and call it a day on them #anyway!! shout out to friend with fully lvled m6 texas alter with max module who i keep bringing to my IS runs ilu #oh #arknights

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lover-of-mine · 9 months

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I think the trauma fic is done. It needs a title that's not trauma fic heart hand emoji and it's 3 am so I think I need to at least check it for grammar tomorrow, but I think this is it.

#9.3k words #thats a lot of words kspakapakapa #for one scene without breaks #also this shit got so fluffy in the end here im like awn at them skalkapakapakap #anyway #im going to bed because im fighting with sleep to finish this and i am tired #thoughts thoughts thoughts #the trauma fic 🫶#the trauma fic verse

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cartmanandbutters · 1 year

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He knew he hadn't deserved to live a long life, but life was cruel. Or maybe, life was forgiving. It all depends on how you look at it.

Eric, in his old age, smiles down at the family he has created. One he didn't ask for, but one that was made over time. It was his grandchild's birthday and as a request from the birthday boy, he had decided to let them all come here to his home out in the woods of South Park, Colorado.

A change of pace to let his home be used so openly, but a part of him had softened over the years. May it be from his daughter who had grown to be a beautiful women, just like her mother. Wendy, who's companionship benefited the both of them in such a strong, intimate way. Butters, his right hand man who's been with him through thick and thin. And Kyle, the boy from another world that made the mistake of coming to this one. A mistake, that had evolved from a nightmare, into quite a beautiful friendship. It wasn't perfect, but it has taught him a lot over the years. And even though they had been through a lot, Eric could honestly say that he was happy, even if they were just friends.

The sun rays beamed through the trees, making the grass a shade of orange from the sunset. Kids ran around in the open area as friends and acquaintances openly drank and danced to the music.

Hired men had this place surrounded. It's no surprise, Eric was a powerful man. But he had gotten too comfortable on his snowy throne that he called his home. He was the man with all the answers, and if he didn't have them, he sent men to find them or he dealt with it himself. And if he deemed it unimportant, his silver tongue knew exactly how to strike, a silent poison, if you will.

Usually, that alone was his secret weapon, but it was of no help into the oncoming disaster that was karma. A loose end.

As Eric turned towards his bedroom to leave his private balcony, a sharp pain enters right into his chest, meeting the eyes of emerald green so cold that it took the breath from him.

Kyle Broflovski. No, not his friend. Somebody that he use to know. One that he had hurt in more ways than you can imagine. It was a dark time for them both, but Kyle took the brunt of it all.

Their eyes are locked as Kyle shoves him harshly against the wall, a stake still lodged in Erics chest. With every breath, a sharp pain is felt, the shock of seeing Kyle after all these years is apparent, but the red heads expression remains cold.

“Kahl--”

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?”

Eric's legs feel weak and he slides down, blood streaking down against the wall until hes sat uncomfortably on the carpet, Kyle moving down with him, staying eye to eye.

“I’m not who I use to be. You changed me."

Erics shock melts into a softness of some kind. The eyes that use to bore deep into Kyle's soul all those years ago.. they were different. But Kyle's pain and rage were so wrapped tightly around his heart, he couldn't find it in himself to care, even if it did take him by surprise.

"You've been alive way too long- it's not fair. I should've killed you a long time ago."

Erics breathing starts to slow, his mind in a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, but nothing could come out. Nothing except a whisper.

"I knew yew would come back for me." And there was a small smile that graced his lips. Kyle's taken aback, mouth agape as he lets Eric go. Before he could respond, a voice is heard down the hall, identical to his own.

"Cartman?" It calls out, getting closer to the bedroom door. Kyle and the brunet stare at each other. A silent goodbye, eyes glossed with so much emotion, that there was nothing and yet so much left to say. The bedroom door opens just as Kyle rushes out the window, making his way down the side of the balcony where he came.

And there stood his long time friend, the boy in the green ushanka hat. His expression falls as he watches his doppelganger escape and he almost moves to run after him, but seeing Eric on the ground with a stake through his chest, he practically stumbles over to him instead, falling to his knees at his side.

"Cartman- What- why-!?" Did he really need to ask why? Should he really be surprised? Was that Kyle who he thought he was?

"Shhh. It's okay-- its--" a cough of blood splatters down to his chin, but it was inevitable. He knew this was it.

Eric grabs onto Kyle's shirt, clinging to it like he's clinging to his life. He's killed so many people, he didn't deserve to have this kind of merciful death. He always thought he would die all alone, with nothing but his thoughts and regrets, forced to play over his shitty life, but there Kyle was, tears brimming those green jade eyes, and it was all Cartman could ever ask for. Somebody out here really did care for him, and it was a Kyle no less. This Kyle.

As he stares up at Kyle's terrified, sad stricken face, he knows he could walk with death satisfied, if it meant looking up at him like this. The way the sunset captivated Kyle's beautiful features, looking at him. But Eric has always been a selfish man so without warning, he pulls him down for a soft kiss. He's kissed Kyle before, usually full of greedy and aggressive lust, but it's been years and this one was different. There was so much behind it. Words left unsaid. As soft as it was, it gradually goes slack and as he takes his last breath, Eric slumps back against the wall, blue eyes faded and lifeless.

@angcrboy

#hcs #;redemption arc verse #;redemption death #I BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR A WHOLE YEAR AND FINALLY FINISHED BC I SUCK AT WRITING #angcrboy #sheezusly #long post #also im tagging u in the post so u can read it dont feek like u gotra reply lol #wasnt sure if i should have them kiss or just stare #but like i said. eric is selfish

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spacetrashpile · 1 year

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god i love when ttrpg campaigns haunt a song every time you ever hear it

#space rambles #i have one of these for basically every campaign i’ve ever played #infinite soup has a lot but mainly #house of memories by panic (cause i mapped out an animatic to it)#and mr blue sky (cause gloob)#come with me by chxrotte is no longer a good omens song it’s a wesley 1/13/18 song forever #for as it was it’s hey look ma i made it because of jj #and angel with a shotgun lol cause it was on the steerage and callie playlists #for riverpine it’s always gonna be electric love (cause of alexandra) and my ordinary life (cause of jason)#blood and bones by blake robinson symphony orchestra is already haunted by nell rustblock #so i’m excited to see what else gets haunted #idk what it’s gonna be for fag but it’s looking like it’ll be we are eternal from whirlwind for hire rn #and this was all prompted by listening to the boxer #which im never ever gonna listen to again without hitting the ‘in the clearing stands a boxer’ verse #and thinking about the last of us campaign i’m finishing on friday

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19-23 for the beloveds bella and petra <3

HI ALYSSA MY DEAR i hope ur doing well! omg ty so much! i need to yell about the girls i stayed up until 4am finishing the sandman hkjasn so ty omg <3 and in honor of the bella’s sandman verse takes the stage! <3

autumn themed asks 🍂

19. what would be their plan or weapon of choice in a zombie apocalypse or alien invasion?

BELLONA: g*un kjsamk her wraith abilities aside, i think bella would likely go for the tride and true baseball bat that seems to work well for most in the event of the zombie apocalypse (and bc she’s an avid appreciator of horror movies it’s the only thing she would think of jjanxks).

PETRA: she would honestly try to engage in conversation becoming the aliens liaison “manipulating” her way to the top of the hierarchy ajnxasaj. her weapon of choice in the event of a zombie apocalypse would be her tried and true ritual dagger.. for summoning demons to k*ll the zombies of course! <3

20. what family traditions do they remember from their childhood?

BELLONA: her fathers family is as old as new york high society itself, so her memories of family tradition are steeped in obligations and beautiful but old, dusty homes with myriad of skeletons in the basements. not to mention her parents until she was 11 belonged to a spiritist cult which would later take her as their ritual sacrifice, giving her the wraith powers but tethering her to purgatory. traditions included gala attendances, the debutante balls, and charity benefit balls, and the like. bella and her friends in her childhood also dabbled in the occult, participating in full and new moon rituals!

PETRA: raised away from her aristocratic parents being the result of an affair between two families she was whisked off to be raised by her disgraced grandmother, the traditions of the upper crust in prague did not become familiar to petra until adulthood? and a virtually solitary childhood traditions usually centered around occultist and infernal traditions which her grandmother practiced! holidays that were associated with the occult or days holding meaning to demons and the like. she did look forward to the sunday markets her grandmother would take her to she was little, the pomegranate crepes her grandmother would make those mornings were to die for <3

21. what role would they be in a horror movie (final girl, the jock, etc.)?

BELLONA: literally the first victim.. but not THE first victim of the film? like the reason the place is haunted in the first place? shes the monster in essence? but also like.. shes got her reasons u know?

PETRA: the final girl AND the one who was summoning the horrors in the first place ksajnkjns (darn demon summoners ajnska)

22. if they had a familiar, what type of animal would it be?

BELLONA: her familiar would be the ghost moth! associated with being the souls of the dead and emerge in the twilight hours to haunt..! (maybe even one of the signs of bellonas presence is the sight of these moths..? maybe?)

PETRA: so one of the animal companions that i haven’t named yet is actually in her last picrew! though if i had to associate HER with a familiar (that u can be sure she will summon ajhnsjka) that would be a crow! sort of screaming by how much that makes her a parallel to dream in the sense he’s associated with ravens omg.. crows symbolize emotional and spiritual change! and with the way im planning her arc i couldn’t have pictured better <3

23. what’s their craft of choice (sewing, painting, etc.)?

BELLONA: her true love of tattoo art is proven by her being covered in tattoos all drawn by her..! so i would have to say her craft of choice is that! (it counts right?).

PETRA: demon summoning. she loves to sketching in one of those antique leather-bound journals! sigils, wards she plans, nature she spends a lot of time sketching nature when shes not summoning demons or absorbing soul of the dukes and lords of hell kajnskans..! (dream do not look into the latest entries of her sketchbook no that’s not you no ur seeing things akajkn)

#🌞: alyssa #risingsh0t #MY DEARIEE TY TY SO MUCH..!#i totally didn’t stay up well into 4 in the morning finishing sandman im not head empty only this show..#AND TOTALLY NOT IN NEED OF YELLING ABOUT IT..! listen this show I knew was gonna make me crazy AND IT ISSS #so..! ty for asking about the girls..! and for u and macy convincing me with the beloveds! so in honor of y’all and finishing #the show..! here’s miss petra and bellas sandman!verse <3 enjoy!#SPEAKING OF THINGS THAT MAKE ME CRAZYY..! the correlation! the near mirroring of dream and petras familiars!#was doing the research for answering these (GREAT choices btw!) and like.. IM FINE IM SO NORMAL #like if i wasn’t sure before if they fit together..! THE DOUBTS ARE SURE DARN TOOTIN GONE NOW!#petra may also have a photographic memory so all she needs is a glance (which she does a lot dream is dreamy askxnask)#petra ten minutes becoming besties of the aliens is *muah* GLORIOUS to me ajknsjk #leg.txt #leg.asks #leg.ocs #t: text

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