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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months
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idk if u write for male reader but i would love to read 3 + royalty tpn ray
# tags: scenario; friendship and also current secret relationship; light romance; mostly fluff; also a bit of angst; royalty!au; prince!reader and prince!ray; staring at the stars together; imaginary world; sfw
includes: male reader ft. ray {tpn}
author’s note: yes! i am writing for male readers and thank you very much for this. this is my first tpn request!
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3. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather… lips to lips?”
A warm August night, and the day – and at the same time the feast – of Saint Aure’guen was a time when animals spoke with human voices, flowers changed their places and arranged themselves in beautiful patterns, and the stars showed the future to those who dared to look at them. It was a magical moment, celebrated only once a year on the fourth Tuesday of the month mentioned above.
“... It’s beautiful today, isn’t it?” You asked quietly, squeezing your lover’s hand tighter, who timidly nodded his head, looking at the stars arranged in various figures or signs. The moon was obscured by dark clouds giving the opportunity to shine that night to its smaller brothers. “Do you see anything interesting? Has heaven told you a secret or something?”
The Prince of Aquemering looked into your shining eyes for a brief moment, then turned his full attention back to the dark and the flashing dots. He was observant, intelligent, and loved anything to do with space. He was the opposite of you – a boy boy who loved music, painting and fencing. You loved the mundane things, while Rey loved history, the mysteries of the world, the cosmos and the depths of all the oceans that surround the earth, and all the fossils and ancestors of your families.
“The stars warn of a battle between the two of us. We must beware of third parties who will seek to destroy our happiness.” He said quietly, closing his tired eyelids.
As the future king, and also the current prince of Ignitesu, you will certainly be forced to marry a woman whose name you will hear on the occasion of your wedding ceremony in a few years. You will surely become the father of several children, a respected ruler and beloved man of the whole kingdom. But it wasn’t what you wanted. You just wanted to spend your next years, until the day of your death, with a person with whom you share not only love, but also mutual respect, sincere friendship and much more important values than the desire to start a family or exercise power over the entire country. These feelings were stronger than life and more certain than death.
“Ohh, I see. So... Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather… lips to lips?” You joked, wanting to lighten the atmosphere between the two of you, but Ray just rolled his eyes, pinching your warm right cheek.
The stars never lie; perhaps your fight will be symbolic – for a piece of baked potato with pepper on a plate – or perhaps it will have a second bottom that will end your relationship once and for all. The stars were never wrong, but they also never said when it would happen; tomorrow, in five months, in eight years, on your seventieth birthday. Or maybe posthumously? Nobody knows that.
Now, however, you wanted to enjoy the Night of Truth and each other’s presence. You didn’t want to think about superfluous things, you didn’t want to talk about the future. Now, in this moment, you valued the present and your current feelings. What will be tomorrow will be tomorrow.
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fluffyartbl0g · 11 months
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The one piece reread only makes the hardest moments hit even harder,,,, even when you’re rereading it poorly in portugese
Or AKA, i found out today that HINATA SHOYO reads one piece and I haven’t recovered since
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#one piece#haikyuu#hinata shoyo#roronoa zoro#(kinda)#omfg okay time for my entirely SEPERATE POST IN THE TAGS#i only got into one piece at the end of last year... but ive been in the anime and manga scene for like. my entire life#i cannot understate how WILD it is that I havent noticed how everywhere one piece is....#like once i read it... i started finding it EVERYWHERE#my sister gifted me an issue of shonen jump ages ago cause i liked act age and kimetsu no yaiba chainsaw man promised neverland etc#and it doesnt have like a one piece chapter in it actually (to my disappointment)#but IT DOES HAVE A LIL ADVERTISING SEGMENT AT THE FRONT TALKING ABOUT OKIKU FIGURINES AND OTHER ONE PIECE CRAP#AND IDK IT LITERALLY JUST BLEW MY MIND#ONE PIECE DIDNT EXIST IN MY LIFE BUT.... IT DID????#I HAD ONE PIECE MERCH BEFORE I EVEN BECAME OBSESSED WITH IT??? (hahah if you can consider a tiny segment mentioning okiku op merch XD)#just imagine suddenly being obsessed with a piece of media. and then you look around ur room and U SUDDENLY RECOGNISE A CHARACTER MERCH???#ITS BEEN IN UR ROOM FOR YEARS BUT YOUVE NEVER REALLY EVEN NOTICED IT OR JUST BRUSHED IT OFF WHENEVR U SAW IT#BUT ITS THAT CHARACTER!!!! ITS THAT MEDIA THAT UR MADLY IN LOVE WITH????#also im being 100 percent legit when i say that the sense of comeraderie i feel when someone says theyve ALSO read one piece#is insane#discovering that domics and worthiikids and all these other big youtubers that ive known for years have loved one piece like me?#it makes my heart clench and my eyes water man#ive never felt so connected to the world... one piece really is peak fiction.....#i love one piece's community sm....
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chidoroki · 6 months
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"Unstoppable" by Donna Ashworth
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oh-wow-im-still-here · 3 months
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darklight-owl · 9 months
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Sometimes when I talk about a thing I'm mentally ill about irl I forget that not everyone has read the source material, spinoffs and remakes, seen the stageplay recordings and movies, analyzed every single aspect of the soundtrack, or dissected the characters by painstakingly combing every scene they're in.
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duchess-kyuupid · 1 year
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hello!
Could I request Fem!reader singing Isabella's lullaby to Leona?
Of course sweetie! I loved watching the first season of the Promised Neverland, so I haven't seen the second season to keep my memories of it pure </3... But sorry for the wait, I hope that you enjoy! As always, for those who don't know the song and/or wants to listen while reading, here it is!
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~Humming a Lullaby to Leona~
[Fem! Reader, Established relationship, Minor agnst to fluff]
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It might sound a bit obvious, but sometimes you just felt like you needed to get away from everything. Away from all of the magic, the overblots, and all the lunatics that all congregate at this school. You never asked to come here, but you'd be lying if you said that you always hated it here. It's just that- sometimes it's all just too much. You want to go home, but what's left for you there anyway? And at the same time, how would the aforementioned lunatics deal with you leaving? They'd all probably overblot again, seeing as how their local 'therapist' would be gone all of a sudden. No, you couldn't leave them, but sometimes you wished that you could. That, at the very least, you could be carried off to someplace where there's just less everything. Where you're not the only female student in an all-boys school, where you're not the only magicless student in a magic academy, where you're not isolated and chastised for being the only one from another world entirely...
So when Crowley has a few too many new expectations of you, when you just can't finish that one magic assignment, when you feel that your brain is about to split in half from Ace and Deuce's bickering- when all of the stress starts to pile up too high, you go to a secluded area on the cliffside in the forests behind the Ramshackle dorm. You felt quite fortunate that the school was located so high up; the view of the expansive ocean was breathtaking at this spot.
This time, you had brought your mandolin with you (courtesy of Sam for finding one for you), and you planned on playing some music to let off some steam.
You climb up and sit down on your usual rock, which was fairly tall, and you begin tuning your instrument as the wind gently caresses your face. You close your eyes and listen to the nature around you- to the sounds of the waves harshly crashing upon the bottom of the cliff, and to the sounds of birds singing in the distance. You open your eyes again, looking out into the sea and thinking, 'If I had wings, like a bird, could I fly across that ocean?'
Your fingers begin strumming on your mandolin automatically as your thoughts continue to wander.
'Or if I was lighter than a feather, could the wind blow me away back home?'
You start to hum and sing softly to the tune that you were playing, letting all of your stress fly away in the gentle ocean breeze. There were no lyrics, just the sound of your voice harmonizing with the hypnotizing way your hands played the instrument.
This was a lullaby your mother sang to you when you were a child, and you always thought it was something beautiful anytime she sang this to you. Only now do you start to realize what she must have been feeling as she sang, because you think that you feel the same.
'If I could only escape from here...'
'But that would just be unrealistic, so I submit myself to this fate, and I will continue to survive as I always have... I will cherish this life I live and of those around me.'
'I just want them to be happy.'
And just like that, your song had finished. It was short and sweet, yet it carried the weight of your emotions away, just as you'd hoped. You take a deep breath and you felt that all of your stress had melted away, and now you were just left with the sounds of the natural world around you- feeling that sort of emptiness that happens when you let out a good cry.
"Oi, herbivore, what's with that song you were playing?" You hear a deep, tired voice suddenly come from behind you. In your shock, you yelp and almost fall off of the rock you were sitting on, and when you manage to catch yourself, you look behind you to see Leona sitting on the grass, leaning against the rock as well.
"Oh! So sorry I didn't see you there, Leona," you chuckle nervously, "Was there something wrong with my song?"
"It woke me up," he huffs as he looks up at you with his bright green eyes, "You always play creepy songs like that?" Creepy doesn't even begin to describe how he felt about the song. If he was being honest, while it is indeed a very beautiful song, he thought it sounded like you just wanted to disappear- that you were wanting to be whisked away in the wind like a fallen leaf with nowhere to go. To him, it sounded like you were crying in the form of a song. And that, no matter how much he may try to deny it, scared him on the inside.
You laugh at his comment, "Does it sound creepy to you? I think it's quite nice actually. But I don't think I could do any justice to the original, though."
"The original?" he hums curiously. You smile and sigh bittersweetly,
"Yeah, the original. My mom sang it to me when I was little... She was really nice.. I miss her."
"Then sing it again."
"Huh?"
"If it reminds you of your home, then go ahead and start singin' again. Don't let me stop you just because I'm tryin' to sleep," he fakes a yawn and closes his eyes again in a way to show you that he was going back to sleep. But with the way that his breathing didn't change, you didn't quite believe that he was actually asleep- even though you know that one of his 'talents' is being able to fall asleep that quickly. You giggle to yourself and turn back around to face the ocean again, saying out loud,
"Well, if the kitty wants a lullaby to go to sleep to, then I have no reason not to deliver."
You could tell that your little nickname got under his skin with the little grumble that you heard coming from him, but since he was trying to fake being asleep, he made no objections to the name.
So you begin strumming on your mandolin once again, with the same tune as before, but when your voice starting humming the song, the change was subtle, but Leona could definitely hear the difference.
You sang as if your voice was meant to comfort him, as if Leona was the one needing relief from all of the stress. And why was it working? Muscles that he didn't even know were tense started to ease, and it felt like the air he was breathing was clearer. Your song didn't sound creepy, nor sad- it sounded like unconditional love and affection. It sounded like hope. Does that make him crazy for thinking that? Probably, but as long as you don't know how soft and sappy he's gotten because of you, it's fine. He can handle being a little vulnerable on the inside, at least.
You had your suspicions about it, but it was true that Leona was only faking being asleep so that he could listen to your voice some more. He wanted to continue to listen to hear that angelic tone sing, and initially he had debated saying anything at all when you finished earlier. But now he's glad that he did, because the way you're singing now sounds much happier than before.
While in the midst of his own thoughts, you finished singing your lullaby once again, and you allow the place to fall into natural silence once again. Turning around to look at Leona, you ask,
"Do you mind if I come sleep next to you? The breeze is getting a bit chilly from up here."
With a moment of reluctance and a small huff, Leona grumbles and scoots to the side without saying a word, patting the patch of grass where he was lying at earlier. You climb down the rock (making sure to be careful with your instrument too) and settle yourself in his old spot, cuddling up to him and sending your hands onto his chest to try to warm them up a little.
"I think that lullaby had the opposite effect," you yawn with a breathless chuckle, "I got myself tired instead of you."
"Don't worry about it, almost anything will make me go to sleep. Including your lullaby," he says.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, I did," Leona sighs, "Now go ahead and take your nap already."
"Alright," you laugh tiredly, "But just so you know, I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. Even if I had the chance to go home, I think I'd stay here. I love you too much."
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What if MC / Yuu originally came from the world of The Promised Neverland and never learned the truth about the orphanage, and Isabella somehow found a way to send her children to different worlds as a way to escape without being caught by the demons. Like there's not really *that* much you can do with that, so I didn't want to fully incorporate it into the story (also as a way to make sure that readers who hasn't seen TPN can also read this too) but I can't deny that I did write this with something like that in mind 👀👀
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fullscoreshenanigans · 3 months
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there are sometimes who is strange in all the side-information that we have about TPN.
In a interview, the author told that Grandma was the one to choose the names of the babies.
But in a bonus comic, Isabella tells Ray, Emma and Norman how she choose their name.
So either she lied...
Either that's a incoherence.
Either Grandma didn't name the kids who were going to Isabella to let her "daugther" names them as she want.
....either Grandma had given other names to kids who were going to the Grace Field House 3 an Isabella deliberally changed the names in a way to say "f*** you" to her former guardian (since the demons didn't care about the names) and claim the kids as her own. Carol is the only one to not have had a change of name because of Krone presence.
I don't know why but the last idea is hilarous to me ^^"
I default to the bonus comic being the most accurate to simultaneously keep any sisters in HQ from potentially getting attached to the infants by giving them official names and to make the moms more endeared and caring toward the children they named themselves (for reference for anyone who hasn't seen it; a reward for scoring high on the official site's IQ test:)
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(Reprinted in The Promised Neverland Art Book World; one of the few times we get to see them with their short sleeves for warmer weather.)
Unless Shirai meant Sarah named them literally right before handing them off to the moms in the plants, but I don't believe she'd care enough then or at any point after becoming Grandma.
That last one is funny though dlkfjsd
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The little petty ways you get back at your mom when you're both victims and perpetrators of a violent system.
But you're right; Shirai's said some conflicting things over the course of the series' run that I think come from being run ragged by a hellish production schedule and a work just naturally evolving as opposed to being antagonistically contrarian to spite fans he views as obnoxious.
The other two that readily come to mind are Shirai saying the series could range anywhere from 10 to 30 volumes long…
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(Mystic Code Book Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | October 2018 Franceinfo Interview | October 2020 Series Completion Interview)
…before his health took a nosedive and saying it was always going to be 20 volumes at most, with him wanting to maintain his sense of artistic integrity by completing the series on his own terms (the similarities between this and the way Yoshihiro Togashi ended Yu Yu Hakusho, one of TPN's biggest inspirations, is sadly staggering).
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(Mystic Code Book Chapter 5 | October 2020 Series Completion Interview | TPN Wiki's Chapter 134 Page | WSJ Editorial Department 9/5/19 Update)
And him (and Sugita) being purposely mum about how he felt about Noremma when speaking with Cloverworks staff during the production of season 1 in 2018 compared to what he mentioned to Kendo Kobayashi in an earlier January 2018 interview, assuming he ultimately wanted to leave it up to the audience's interpretation rather than imposing his own (Demizu notably interprets all the relationships in the series as platonic).
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(Minerva Confidential Report from the S1 Blu-ray | Mystic Code Book Chapter 1)
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officersnickers · 6 months
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Norman: refusing to take the Ratri's money
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Every other cattle child:
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toxtricityamped · 1 year
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@pawphin THE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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goldiipond · 8 months
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and everyone managed to escape safely
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pheoflame · 1 year
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This au is my gulty pleasure 😩✋
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akariamai · 1 year
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Master List
DC
Bruce Wayne
Interview
Dick Grayson
Yellow Roses, Dead to Me
Jason Todd
The Bar
Tim Drake
Missing
Damian Wayne
The New Kid
Jaime Reyes
Agony
Oliver Queen
The Last Letter
Tommy Merlyn
Glitch
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Ray Palmer
Sunshine
Marvel
Matt Murdock
You Left, Chamomile Tea
Why, Forgiveness, Choices
Parody
Steve Rogers
Human
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Bucky Barnes
Familiar
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Xu Shang-Chi
The Golden Dagger Club
The Last of Us
Joel Miller
Home, Back
Soldier, Reunited
Demon Slayer
Sabito
Save a Life
86
Shin Nouzen
Welcome to Spearhead
The Black Phone
Ghost Whisperer
The First
The Promised Neverland
N/A
Changed
Reborn, Library
Norman
Reminiscing The Past
Mother
The Twilight Saga
Jacob Black
Romeo & Juliet
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Seth Clearwater
Vampire Slayer
Part 1, Part 2
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nutzo0001 · 10 months
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Promised Neverland
Other name: Tech-zine future (inspired by July '97 edition of WIRED [picture] [link to read])
Main interest - Retro-Futurism, Cyberpradism
Related/Similar to the genres/aesthetics of Vaporwave, Y2K, Cyberpunk and those sorts -
Wonderland, Cyberparadism, Global Village Coffeehouse and Hauntology - among others -
This aesthetics talks about idea of "what could have been", "what we lost", even incorporating in talks those terms of "look what they took away from you".
Speaking of general "vibe", we are in-between on terms of: Dark Academia, sometimes Bastardcore - Mallgoth. Also might vary between Utopian scholastic, and/or cassette futurism (and others).
Talking of Hauntology - PNL can make us look over for "what went wrong/what could be//get better", this is, speaking figuratively. Human imagination, in these forms, presents to us, "what could have been's" - world envisioned: in 10, 50, 100, 500 years. Many projects and arts envisioned our "future"s, now long-gone (1800s, 1900s, 1950s-1980s ~ y2k).
Idealised future (now past) can consist of:
Topics: pro-freedom hackers, cyberpunk, "long bloom", "promised 80s neverland", (once upon a time-space - Barrille) futures; human-library-utopic, free world, calm, pre-9/11 dreams (y2k), new ways-opportunities-progress, tech = (as) saviour, "gay space free commie", unity-community-mutual help-understanding, econ. boom, "kids are alright"/no real deal, small media-only, man vs himself/bad habits (spooks?), theories of mind and research (everything is relative > no meaning, or value > nihilism); slow steady steps, new school(s) of thought, "kids = (are) future", "we build this city"/people-first, man-gov collab. ~mutual help/or, liberation...
for Gallery, see Retro-Futurism#Gallery
Mini-gallery
Albert Barillé landscapes
More:
"90s (Cyber/-) Positivism" and or, "Oldest (Alt.) Nets (80s-'93)"
- Also, *when* "Oldest Web"/"Old Alt.-nets" (Work name)? (1980s-1992/93) - "Eternal September", "there is no Cabal" and such? (https://aesthetics.fandom.com/wiki/Old_Web?commentId=44...54588&replyId=44...436775)
- https://aesthetics.fandom.com/f/p/44...52421
- https://aesthetics.fandom.com/f/p/44...53803
- https://aesthetics.fandom.com/f/p/44...53936
(^ Related: "90s Positivism")
-- Ike this: https://kyberia.sk/id/8639748#7 (https://aesthetics.fandom.com/f/p/44...53936/r/44...435546)
- https://aesthetics.fandom.com/f/p/44...53936/r/44...435363 (... (copied this text to AI and asked about mark fisher + stirner + hauntology...):)
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uponthefantasy · 2 months
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♡Introducti0n♡
Hi everyone! My name is Uponthefantasy. It's a pleasure to meet you.
About me:
Since you may see me a lot more often, here's some things about me!
Favorite food - Orange Chicken.
Favorite color - Purple.
Favorite music artist - Melanie Martinez.
Favorite beverage - Iced coffee.
Hobbies - Writing, Drawing, Photographing, Kayaking, Shopping.
Favorite school subject - Math.
Favorite sport to play - Baseball
Favorite sport to watch - Motorcross
Gender - Female
Pronouns - She/her
About content and page:
My content will mostly be writing oneshots or imagines of MHA, KNY, TPN, and BSD (all animes). Please ask in my ask box if you would like to ask for anything else or if you have any other questions. You may also drop requests in the comments or in my request box if you click on my page.
I may also post updates of my life, whether it's something small and funny or something big and serious. Please know that this page (other than slight profanities) is family-friendly, which means no requests for smut/lemon/limes, pedophilia, or anything that you know isn't for the tweens of social media. I will, if one day requested enough, make a separate account for the teens and adults of Tumblr.
Thank you all! Make sure to request your wishes, and I hope you have an amazing day!
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t-marveland · 2 months
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 | ray
Ray x Reader
Warning : aucun
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Masterlist
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❝━ Allons jouer ensemble, Ray ! Chantonnas-tu.
━ Non, (T/P). Pas maintenant.
━ Mais tu dis tout le temps ça... Râlas-tu.
━ J'ai dit pas maintenant ! Je suis occupé ! Cria-t-il.❞
Ce n'était pas la première fois qu'il te criait dessus mais cette fois-ci, il semblait vraiment en colère contre toi et tu ne pus t'empêcher de reculer de quelques pas avec les larmes aux yeux face à sa réaction.
❝━ D'accord. Sanglotas-tu.❞
Lorsqu'il entendit tes pleurs, il se tourna vers toi et regretta immédiatement ce qu'il venait de faire. Son cœur se serra et il s'approcha afin de s'excuser mais c'était trop tard, le mal était fait.
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epicfranb · 1 year
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i can’t draw this right now but imagine when the boogeyman gets chosen there’s like a big creepy bony hand of a watcher and it’s pointing and you
it’s like reality itself slips away you get blinded and deafened and you know it’s coming. you know they’re gonna choose you. you hold your breath as the hand draws near. and the moment it touches you. you lose your sanity and all your thoughts turn into “kill,kill,kill”
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