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After a couple of meals, a few liters of water, and plenty of sleep, the group was ready to take on the hardest part of their expedition. The steep ascent to the summit.

Dawn is feeling better, at least her nausea and headache have subsided, but her body is still feeling fatigued.

She tells herself this is normal. Everyone is tired and sore by now. But they’re so close. Everything they’ve worked for over the last year is only a few miles ahead of them.

When they reach the final rock face, they can do little more than stare in awe.

It’s larger than anything they’ve seen before now and covered in ice.

They all take a moment to gaze up at it and inspect it, finding a path up.

Kiyoshi and Atlas start climbing first. Each taking a different route while the others watch from below.

Dawn decides to follow Atlas, feeling more confident in the path he took.

The ice makes it difficult, she slips once, but regains her hold.

About halfway up, she notices a shimmering aura in her periphery.

Soon, the ache starts behind her eye again, made worse by the sun reflecting off the snow at the top.

She’s tempted to pull her goggles down to cover her eyes, but with the ice coating the rock, her grip is precarious at best.

Dawn: [to herself] You’re almost there. Just keep going.

She adjusts her gaze and continues on.

She’s forced to stop and take a breath when she’s hit with a wave of nausea.

Phoenix watches anxiously from the bottom. Having watched her climb many times before, he can tell something is off.

She can see the ledge only a few feet ahead, can hear Atlas and Kiyoshi talking just out of view.

She reaches for the next hold, but stops when her foot slips out from under her.

Her muscles begin trembling as she keeps herself in place, trying to get her foot secured again to take the pressure off her upper body. Before she can, her hand start slipping, and she realizes she’s not going to be able to hold on much longer.

Dawn: Atlas!

Hearing the panic in his sister’s voice, Atlas runs to her without thinking.

He’s relieved to see how close she is; he can nearly reach her.

Atlas: I got you. Take my hand. Dawn: I can’t.

Atlas: You can. Dawn: No, I can’t hold on. Atlas: Come on. You’re so close, I’m right here.

As she moves to reach for him her foot slips off again. Atlas grabs for her.

But it’s too late.

#gif warning #ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 storytelling #sims 4 challenge #starsignchallenge #starsignlegacychallenge #gen1 aries #aries pt2 #phoenix realta #dawn stephens #atlas stephens #kiyoshi ito #tw falling

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tigers-eyes-26 · 1 year

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Work Injury

Their Papa had helped them get the job at the Wrecking Crew. They were grateful for the job, but the boss wasn’t so grateful for their help.

“What are these two pipsqueaks goin’ to do?” Spike cried when he saw his new hires.

Mario stepped up to defend himself and his brother. “We are strong! We are athletes! Let us prove ourselves! We can do whatever you ask us to do!”

Spike asked them to prove themselves day after day after day. Giving them tasks that would take several people to complete, much to Spike’s chagrin, they would usually complete it by the end of the day. Spike had a bet that they would quit within the week, but it didn’t look like that would be happening. To get back at the brothers for ruining his bet, he had them clean the work vans until they sparkled. They did it. Then he blamed them for making a small dent in the van that had already been there.

One day while inspecting a building a raccoon jumped out at Luigi causing him to jump and scream like a little girl. This amused Spike. Now when they would inspect a building Spike would hide around corners just to scare Luigi. Mario would get on Spikes case about scaring Luigi. Spike would say ‘it’s all in good fun’ and that they were ‘being weenies.’ Mario rolled his eyes.

One day Spike scared Luigi causing him to fall down a flight of stairs. That day Spike got a fist in the face from Mario. Mario complained to his family about the mistreatment.

“Whatcha goin’ to do sue Spike? We can’t afford a lawyer! Youse aren’t in a union just yet!”

“Your Papa had to pull a lot of strings to get you guys this good paying job!”

They all had experienced mistreatment at work before because they were an immigrant family. He just needed to suck it up and get the money they needed to “live the better life their nonno had sacrificed for them to live.” Mario left the room in a huff.

Even though Mario had punched his boss he showed up to work the next day.

Spike sneered down at him. “I’m surprised you showed your face around here again. I thought you would be home babying your brother.” Some of the other workers snickered.

“You want another black eye Spike?” The workers all gave a quiet Oooooohh. “I’m here to work and that is what I’m going to do.”

The workday was horrible. Spike made all of Mario’s tasks extra hard just to spite him. Mario took it all silently.

At the end of the day Mario sat on his brother’s bed and cried out his frustrations.

Luigi recovered but his knees were weaker than they used to be. Luigi used to jump higher than Mario did and now it was all gone. Mario hated Spike. He was the first person he ever truly hated. Mario would take on some of Luigi’s tasks so as not to hurt his knees more.

Spike took notice. “If he can’t carry his own weight, he shouldn’t work at all!”

“He is carrying as much as he can! If you hadn’t messed up his legs…!”

“I’m sorry your wussy brother is made of glass!” Mario clenched his fists. “If you hit me again, I’m going to sue you for as much as your family is worth!”

A dark shadow came over Mario. “I quit.”

Luigi came up to him. “Mario, you don’t have to quit! I’ll quit that way HE doesn’t have anything to hold over you. You’re the best worker here Mario! I can get another job somewhere else.”

“NO, I’M SICK OF HIS CRAP! I QUIT!” Mario stormed out. Luigi looked up at Spike staring down at him expectantly. Luigi groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “I quit too!” He followed Mario out.

*******

Throughout his misadventures Luigi had run and jumped and fought and climbed but it was all fueled by adrenaline. After getting the super star his knees didn’t feel weak anymore. It was a miracle! He felt like he could truly help Mario out now. He could keep up! The brothers had always wanted to help others as a job. They were strong and worked well with their hands. He now felt more motivated than ever to help others. He felt more confident.

Mario and Peach challenged him to complete the training grounds. They both were blown away at how high he jumped over the obstacles. He completed the training with flying colors.

After jumping down from the flagpole Luigi got tackled in a hug by Mario. Mario shook his shoulders. “That was amazing!”

Peach skipped up to the brothers. “You did better than Mario!”

Luigi got his brother to stop shaking him by poking Mario in the belly. “Heheh! Does that mean Luigi is number 1?” He stood up tall and gave Mario a cheeky look.

“No, I still hold the record,” Luigi slumped a little. “But you are definitely second place!” She encouraged.

“At least I didn’t take all night!” Luigi resumed pestering his brother.

Mario swatted Luigi’s hands away, “Hey hey hey now! I could have completed it first try!”

Luigi held up his hands in a challenge, “Oh yeah? what stopped you eh?”

Mario didn’t have a comeback and started to become flustered. “Come ‘ere you!” He started to chase Luigi who jumped away through the training course. Peach laughed at the two brothers. It seemed all was right with the world.

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Authors notes: I'm making fanfiction of the small throw away lines in the Mario move that made me think. This one was "I have bad knees."

another one was: "Destiny Del Vecchio from high school?"

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comic-art-showcase · 6 months

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Batman by Scott Chantler

Batober prompt: Faith

#scott chantler #batman #batober #dc #falling tw #tw falling #falling cw #cw falling

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wisteriasymphony · 7 months

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don't you hate it when your crime fighting partner autocratic leader wants you dead?

( increase image's exposure for a secret :3 )

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redwinterroses · 1 year

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Rendog dreams.

"So you're trying the whole king thing again, huh boss?"

He's standing on the balcony of the Crastle and he whirls around, snatching the tiny crown off his head as if he's been caught doing something shameful. "Martyn?"

Martyn leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and one foot propped up on the doorframe. He's got a smirk on his face and an arrow in his throat.

"What?" he asks, raising one eyebrow the sardonic way he always does, apparently unbothered by the fatal wound. "Surprised to see me?"

"To be frank," Ren says, disbelieving, "Yeah?"

"I heard my old boss was setting up as head honcho again." Martyn shrugs. "Couldn't miss out on that."

There's crimson staining the grey edges of the Hand's smile, and his once-emerald eyes are flat and glassy. Ren swallows down a feeling that's somewhere between guilt and horror and guilt over feeling horror.

"It's... good to see you," he manages, turning the tiny crown in sweaty circles. His thumb catches on the prongs holding the emerald in place. "It's been a long time, bro."

A shadow darkens Martyn's grey face and he looks past Ren, into the cloudy sky beyond. There's a storm building on the horizon. "Yeah," he says, and some note in his voice makes Ren's fur stand on end. "I don't... get out much, these days."

A moment of awkward silence hovers over them, and Ren finds himself itchy with restless frustration. They never used to have awkward silence. Whether it was him mumbling enchantments or Martyn going over lists of assets, whether it was Ren trying to explain the oddities of Hermitcraft or Martyn telling hilarious stories that got progressively more unbelievable but he swore were true... Silence had never been the sound of Dogwarts.

"Why?"

Ren jumps when Martyn's voice breaks the silence like a hammer to glass. "What?"

Martyn pushes himself upright and takes a step closer, letting his arms fall to his sides. It's not threatening, but Ren finds his feet shuffling backwards anyway. He clutches the crown tighter.

"Why again with the king shtick?" Martyn's dead eyes drill into Ren's soul. "One fallen kingdom isn't enough for you?"

Ren swallows, reaching one hand behind him to feel for the edge of the balustrade. "I... I dunno, man. I guess—I guess I thought maybe I could... do better this time."

Martyn huffs an unamused half-laugh. "I mean, you could hardly do worse."

That stings, and Ren can't stop himself from wincing. "I'm sorry, Martyn, I didn't mean to—'

"No no—sorry." Martyn holds up one placating hand and Ren sees the dirt and blood caked under his nails. "My bad. That sounded a bit harsh, didn’t it.”

“You’re not wrong, though.” Ren’s shoulders sag and he looks down at the crown. “We never stood a chance back… back there.”

“We could have won,” Martyn says, and Ren looks up to find him tensing his jaw. “You could have tried.” The arrow in his neck trembles.

There's blood staining the front of his shirt, Ren notices distantly. It's still wet.

"To what ending, dude? The two of us go head-to-head on Black Heart Altar?" Ren gives a nervous laugh. "Nah, man: that game only had one winner. And it was never going to be us."

They stand in silence for a moment, the mountain wind blowing between them.

"I fought for you." The words are out before Ren consciously thinks them, and he flinches at the way they fall from his mouth like stones.

Martyn tilts his head. "You did," he agrees, but it sounds like an accusation. "And I fought for you."

"I would have given you that victory." The confession is heavy, weighted with truth and resentment.

Martyn doesn’t look surprised. “Yeah. I know you would have.” I wouldn’t have done the same. He doesn’t speak the words, but Ren hears them anyway. Martyn’s a pragmatist—he’d have fought for everything he was worth. Like he had a world to gain or lose—though Ren shudders to think what living alone in that blood-soaked world would have been like.

He thinks he knows why Grian jumped.

The stone railing under his hand is cold and pitted, the marble worn by wind and time, and he can feel the wind curling up from the valley below, ruffling the fur on the back of his neck.

“Do you think you can do it this time?” Martyn asks. He takes another step forward, and it takes everything in Ren not to move away. His Hand is within arm’s reach, his grey skin papery and dry, and his cracked lips forming the question with what sounds like idle curiosity but feels like a threat.

Ren deliberately relaxes his fists. Martyn is not a threat. Not his Hand.

“Do—do what?” he manages, throat dry.

“Keep your crown.” Martyn raises one hand and reaches to touch the tiny crown with the tip of one finger—delicate, as if he might break it. “Think you can do that, in a world with less to lose?”

In a world without your Red Army? Can you at least manage that much?

Ren no longer knows what words are Martyn’s and what are his own mind’s. “I—” he stammers, leaning back against the railing. Martyn’s eyes don’t blink, and this close he can see where the skin of his gums is pulling away from the teeth—teeth that look longer and sharper than they should.

“I think you’re trying to prove a point.” Now Martyn lifts that lifeless hand to rest it on Ren’s shoulder, a dark mockery of the casual and friendly way he always had. Camaraderie decays into menace, heavier than a dozen crowns.

“I… I am?” Words stick in Ren’s throat, dry and choking. Martyn would never hurt me. Not willingly. Not Martyn.

“Yup.” Martyn pops the ‘p’, and a wafting breath of rot reaches Ren’s nostrils. “You’re trying to prove that no matter what world you’re in, you can never win.”

Bristling, Ren straightens. “That’s utterly ridiculous—”

“You want to prove that it’s not your fault,” Martyn continues, talking over Ren like he can’t even hear him. “That if you can’t hold onto a crown here—” he almost spits the word, a spasm of distaste contorting his features. “—in a world with nothing to lose, then of course you couldn’t have done it there.”

His fingers—bony and cold—dig into Ren’s shoulder, sharp and clawlike. Ren winces, but he can’t pull free. Martyn leans close, his dead face inches from Ren’s own. The arrow in his throat presses into Ren’s chest, and his voice is hard:

“You want to prove you didn’t get us all killed.”

“Not true!” Ren’s knees buckle under the weight of Martyn’s hand, and he sags back against the balustrade. “I did everything I could to—”

“No.” Martyn shakes his head, and the hand on Ren’s shoulder moves to grip his throat. He forces Ren’s head up and back, to look up at the towers of the Crastle rising over their heads. “You didn’t then, and you’re not now. You could be a king, Ren—but you give up too soon. And who pays the price?”

Skizz. Etho. BigB.

Ren swallows, gulping for precious air.

Bdubs.

Cleo—Iskall—Joe—Scar—

He drops the crown, the heavy gold clattering to the stone floor with an ear-piercing ring. He reaches up to grip Martyn’s wrist with both hands, trying not to flinch at the cold, unyielding, dead flesh.

“Martyn—please. I’ll try—I’ll really try, I swear—”

“No.”

Martyn’s voice is as hard as his hand, but there’s something like pity mixed with the disgust and disappointment in his face.

“No, mate, you’re going to fall this time too. You already set your own trap.” He shakes his head and lifts Ren off the ground, holding him by the neck as if he weighs nothing. Ren chokes, feet scrabbling for purchase, the stone railing knocking into the backs of his knees.

“Martyn—”

“Long live the king, Ren. Better luck next time.”

And Martyn drops him over the edge.

Ren falls, reaching for his Hand, a scream stillborn in his throat.

He wakes before he hits the ground.

Rendog snaps upright in bed with a choked cry, hand flying to his chest to clutch at his heart through the thin fabric of his sleeping shirt. His pulse pounds in his ears and he can feel the telltale chill of tears in the damp fur on his cheeks and neck. In the dim moonlight, his eyes find a golden gleam across the room.

The tiny crown sits on his dresser, its emerald eye winking at him. Mocking him.

Long live the king.

He shivers. There was no mistaking the threat, spoken through Martyn’s voice.

Better luck next time.

...Next time.

#never going to be normal about dogwarts so. here. have some spooky ominous creepy halloween fare #set sometime like. two weeks ago just before the King's Labyrinth #inthelittlewood #rendog #itlw #tw zombies #<-not really? but for filtering #tw blood #tw falling #redwinterwrites

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averys-nightmare-zone · 2 months

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The 14 Fears

this is all a little different from my usual style, but i love the magnus archives with all of my heart so i really wanted to make some collages based around the concepts explored in the podcast. notes on each collage under the cut.

1.) the hunt - i tried to keep this one on task with werewolves and such, but I am a supernatural fan and it has gone terminal so sorry about that.

2.) the eye - based somewhat off of an oc but still very jon coded

3.) the desolation - one of my faves, the colors really just came together

4.) the lonely - i didn't originally have the text on this one, but i think it tied it together in a way my stickers weren't.

5.) the dark - there's not really an artsy reason for the text on this one, i just wanted something to contrast against all of the black

6.) the buried - not many stickers on here, but im really proud of that dirt detail on the bottom

7.) the stranger - yeah i know the stranger in tma is mostly based around circuses, but whenever i think uncanny i think the mandela catalogue

8.) the web - this one gave me the most trouble, as the color scheme was really hard to nail down, i think its one of my weakest.

9.) the end - believe it or not this is one of four death based collages i've done on landing

10.) the corruption - this one was also very hard, not becuase of content matter but because i am deathly afraid of wasps

11.) the vast - i am so autistic about mike crew. no one understands him like i do.

12.) the slaughter - based more off of murder than war, partially because i have an slaughter oc that leans more towards murder and partially because it didn't match the scheme i was going for

13.) the spiral - i think i developed a medical condition making this absolute monstrosity. If you go to my landing page, it moves

14.) the flesh - my absolute fave, this one just came out so well.

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courtneygacha · 7 months

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Stained Water

Tw: Hostage, holding for ransom, gun, gunshot, falling off a cliff, drowning, major character death

Caretaker ran through the the forest to the cliff where Whumper had disappeared with Whumpee. There was some SWAT Units along with their team following them from behind. “Whumper, don’t move!” They yelled as they reached the end of the woods.

Caretaker immediately pulled their gun out once they saw the sight.

Whumper had Whumpee standing at the edge of the cliff, a gun pointed at them. Whumpee was frozen in place like a statue, while Whumper wore a sick grin. Caretaker’s breath hitched.

“Lower your weapon.” They said.

“You lower yours.” Whumper replied.

“What do you want? What are your demands?” Caretaker said anxiously.

“Cutting right to the chase, are we?” Whumper said, slowly letting down their gun as Caretaker and the team followed. “I want my criminal record wiped clean, as well as 500,000 dollars for my compensation. You know I never intended for it to get this far…” They said, their eyes trailing to Whumpee’s terrified face. “And I want it soon.”

“We can’t give you that right this moment.” Caretaker said. “It’s going to take us a few days.”

“I don’t care how long it takes, just get it to me.” Whumper barked, “I will stand here with them for days if I have to.”

“We can’t ensure this will happen unless Whumpee is given to us safely.”

“You must think I’m stupid, Caretaker. I’m not letting them go until I get proof I’m free.”

“Whumper, I’m serious.” Caretaker said, raising their gun back up to them.

“I’m serious too.” Whumper copied.

“J-Just give them what they want…” Whumpee whispered loud enough for the others to hear. Caretaker could see their hands were shaking and there was tears of fear in their eyes.

“We’ll get it to you as soon as we can, just please-“

Whumper sighed loudly, “This is taking too long!” They exclaimed. Caretaker stomach lurched. They didn’t like where this was going

“I’ll get my pardon from someone else.”

Caretaker noticed it too late; Whumper’s finger moving from the handle to the trigger. They weren’t fast enough, they stuttered with theirs.

BANG.

A hole sprouted in Whumpee’s chest, their eyes fluttered and they toppled backwards off the cliff.

“WHUMPEE, NO!” Caretaker screamed.

Whumpee was barely conscious, but they could feel themselves falling. They had no idea what waited for them at the bottom of the cliff. Whatever it was, it was going to finish them off, that’s for sure.

The air around them suddenly felt cold. Whumpee realized it wasn’t air. There was a lake at the bottom of the cliff. They were sinking, down down down into the waters. Whumpee didn’t try to fight it. Their life disappeared from their body underneath the blood-stained waters that contained them.

Taglist: @whumpy-whump-fanfics @bookbutterfly9 @whumpdreamz @diamond-flavored-whump @whatwhumpcomments @astr0-mj

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #tw drowning #tw gun #tw gunshot #tw falling #tw major character death #tw hostage situation

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sims-half-crazy · 9 months

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"EVERETT!"

#Gosnoll Ancestry #ts4 decades challenge #sims4 #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #decades challenge #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #simerican #GA Gen 5 #Everett Gosnoll #Frank Gosnoll #GA 1930s #tw dead body #tw death #tw falling #tw child death

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jokerislandgirl32 · 9 months

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You Know This Scene From Wild Kratts?

I’m getting a stress test next week, which means I gotta run on a treadmill, so I’m gonna be looking like MY BOY!

Especially this part…

Seriously, with my luck I’ll fall of the treadmill or something, so I’ll really look like this, lol.

#wild kratts #zach varmitech #wild kratts zach #love zach varmitech #exercise #treadmill #stress test #tw medical #yeah #i’ll be a heap on the floor by the end #please send a zachbot to scoop me up zach!#lol #tw falling

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trashbins-stuff · 11 months

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I speedran this and finish in almost 15 mins!! :D i still dont know to draw blood tho but carp and leafy gaved me advice :]

@moonmaple KAI🔥🔥✨️✨️

@mochablogger plz forgive me

Tw:blood, implied murder, falling

He have never done anything wrong in his life <3

Alt vers:

Im sorry cuppy for using radi0,,i hope u can forgive meee

#tw blood #tw murder #tw murder implied #tw falling #fan art #art #kai belongs to moonmaple #radi0 belongs to mochablogger #trashbins-art

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mottinthepot · 11 months

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Art for my CYOA G/t story!!

Chapter - Masterlist

#tw falling #tw heights #artists on tumblr #my oc's #art #g/t #g/t art #g/t writing #whump art #whump writing #hamster #hamster interactive story

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octastims · 9 months

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Dolomites Cinematic FPV drone footage

#OCTAfan's gifsets #Gifset #Mountains #Sky #Clouds #Trees #FPV drone #Grey #White #Black #Brown #Yellow #Orange #Green #Blue #Tw heights #tw falling #Ask to tag

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bladesofkyber · 1 year

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TW: DROWNING

ok so originally i had this tapped for Atreus Does A Dumb since my dumbass son doesn’t know how to swim even though he lived next to a river for fourteen years and his father literally swam to midgard from greece with a brief layover in egypt but a n y w a y, it’s not actually atreus’ fault he almost drowns here.

it’s odin’s.

odin knows atreus can’t swim, he watched kratos jump into the lake of souls after him. impostýr literally assisted in the rescue.

and yet.

odin still has the raven drop atreus over the asgardian lake of nine.

he has full control of the Raven Transportation System. they drop thrúd off right at the little barn where skjöldr & atreus are chilling, and drop the kids right back in atreus’ room.

so WHY did the all fucker try to drown my son? (it’s control, the answer is control. it’s the same reason why he makes atreus climb the wall and fight heimdall, it’s all control.)

we laugh because we know atreus will be okay (should have learned to swim before midgard froze over) but tbh odin would prob find it funny if he had drowned in the lake.

#tw drowning #cw drowning #tw heights #tw falling #tw water #cw water #the whole rest of this nonsense is still atreus does a dumb #going to asgard was still A Dumb #but the almost drowning part is NOT on atreus #gifs: mine #meta #gif post #god of war spoilers #God of War: Ragnarök #god of war atreus #god of war odin #god of war #ragnarok spoilers

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jinxed-ninjago · 1 year

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Well fuck.

Did anyone else not realize that Cole having a nightmare about losing his friends if he didn’t risk falling off a cliff in the Land Bounty is indicative of some EXTREME fucking trauma from season 10? Am I just a dumbass?

Maybe I’ll go through all the evidence of the ninja having trauma throughout the series.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago cole #cole brookstone #tw falling

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sisterstims · 1 year

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babel by iyowa (source)

#utau #teto kasane #iyowa #gif #vocaloid #technically not vocaloid but forgive me pls #not stim #tw #tw implied death #tw falling #♟

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bucket-of-nickels · 8 months

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Everyone I know is falling in love and I'm falling out of the window while eating a butter sammich

#tw falling #Dollar doodles #Art #digital art

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