A bitter reminder 🥀
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The stress was beginning to seep in. Your eyebags becoming more visible by the day. No one could tell you were more tired than the past week.
You were more quiet and less aggressive in your talking. You seem to have lost your spirit in a way, but of course, the man in the mask figured it out.
Ghost eyed you on the other side of the room. You were bobbing your head, nearly falling asleep before being shaken awake by the slight fall of your body.
You were being distracted by the lights and paid no mind to Ghost's wandering eyes.
It wasn't until around 2100 (9:00pm) when he knocked at your door. You weren't asleep yet. Your light was still on.
Opening the door you asked, "Is something wrong?"
You hadn't changed out of uniform and still seemed out of it.
"Why aren't you asleep?"
"Why are you awake?"
You snapped back at him. You weren't in the mood. You've been tolerable all day, no arguments or fights, but it's clear he came to ruin that.
He stared at you in silence. The mask made him more intimidating which caused you to fess up.
You ran your hands through you hair, frowning in disgust at the knots in your hair.
"Just some family problems is all."
"Losing sleep over your family?"
You sighed, "What do you need?"
"Need you to sleep so we could complete this mission."
"I'm not broken, I can still do the mission."
Silence permeated the hall, other than the occasional fizzle from that one light the base swears isn't broken or haunted.
"Can I come in?"
The door widened a foot further, allowing the masked man inside. You didn't understand why you would let him in. You don't let anyone in your room, at least, not for silly matters like this.
He followed you further into your room after shutting the door, and settled on the side of your bed. You didn't have time to question it before you fell.
Collapsing on the spot, Ghost caught you before the ground could do actual damage to your body.
I guess the sleep had caught up to you, just as Ghost had caught you.
Sleep truly is not for the weak. Stay healthy, guys.
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more doodles but now of yaoi pyropauling
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irumii✨✨
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Isn't that the wall in Charlie's hospital room? 🥲 Or am I imagining things?
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the way you drew kokichi .. i think im ascending to the heavens .. i see the light .. chest collapsing .. heartbeat flatlining ..
oho, a Kokichi enjoyer!! tysm!! it was my first time drawing him at the time so im glad i didnt fail him. i dont want to fail any of the kyoto group. i love them all!! even w my clear favoritism
he's nice too, a bit more expressive than Noritoshi so i can finally draw something that isnt :| or >:( even if it isnt by much- i like him too
I like how he's both a dick but also kinda sweet. He's a different flavor of tsun... i can use this. my knowledge on him is limited but FROM WHAT I SAW IN THE WIKI OH MY GOD???????? OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! KOKICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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if you would all allow me to be delusional for a moment - so i went back to staring Very Hard at the neighborhood map and. um. well. im chucking my marbles out the window! as always take all of this with a Hefty grain of salt!
i thought i saw a weird pixel in Frank's window so i zoomed in. then i took a screenshot, and fucked with the contrast/brightness settings. and uhhhhhh
UHHHHHH
FRANK??? HELLO???? HE'S IN THERE? i'm pretty sure im Not seeing things bc that is definitely a vague gray tube-outline with a yellow spot in the shape of Frank's nose. hidden in the dark. and i might be seeing things but in the pane next to his face it kinda looks like his hand is on the window? but! Frank's in there! what the fuck!
so naturally i slowly scrolled through the neighborhood Zoomed The Fuck In. obvi there's nothing in Home's eyes, and Barnaby's & Sally's single visible windows(?) are closed. I couldn't find any out-of-place pixels in Julie's or Poppy's.
but! Eddie's kinda freaked me out a little! look at this shit!
on the top left pane... are those fingerprints pressing into the glass? and in the lower left, is that a fucking Face peering out? a creepy ass face that almost looks like some sort of mask? there seems to be another Shape in the upper right... another face perhaps?
and then there's the weird window shine in the lower right (along with maybe Another face...). it almost looks like a string of letters. there isn't a single pattern/design like that anywhere else in the neighborhood. what's up with that....
oh and also, just went back to double check the post office's display window
there seems to be another face - all the way to the right in the darkness. judging by the shape of the paler (yellowish?) pixels between what must be eyes, i think that's Eddie. and i think i see ears and a hat... not sure though. this one is really tough to see but it's There
(side note: Eddie is totally fucked, isn't he? between the faces(?) and hands behind his door, Home sitting in his display, and the hyacinths by his building, the emphasis on his memory (or lack-thereof) in a project that is, in a sense, About memory... i'm concerned! and eating it tf up! hell yeah lets get funky!)
now i couldn't see any, like, concrete Faces or anything in Howdy's store. but! you can kinda see inside! observe~
in the big open window, you can kinda make out some sort of container on a counter and what might be shelves or a kind of brick pattern. and then above the 100% sign... hold on are those fuckign Eyes? lets take a look zoomed in & without the image adjustments!
yeah those uh. i think those are eyes. Wally-esque eyes peering out of the darkness. though they also mildly remind me of eyespots on insect wings. butterfly eyespots, perhaps. inch resting indeed...
WAIT I LIED!!! there DOES seem to be another string of letter-like symbols in the neighborhood, not just the post office's window shine. now it could be just a wild coincidence, but at the same time it seems kind of... purposeful. like that's not normal shading/coloring.
check out the blue window border on Howdy's Place, next to the apples. the lighter blue pixels seem Arranged. i think i see a clear N, and either an R or a P... along with some other symbols that i don't recognize as anything. the lower ones look kinda like faces? what could the top one be? is any of it anything or am i looking too hard?
in short: they're watching us watch them and there's way more to the map than initially meets the eye....
(edit: i've added a reblog w/ the images outlined! badly outlined but a clearer View of what i see nonetheless! + some notes on more little things outlining helped me notice)
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How am I supposed to go out into the world and attempt to date, knowing that John Price is a figment of our imaginations and not real. What is even the point
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That's what you want, isn't it? To lose yourself in me?
I love/hate how sad he looks when he asks you this.
The confident mask slips as he wonders who exactly you'll be getting lost in because even he doesn't know who he is... and he thinks about all the poor wretches before you, lost in him before being lost to his master. He thinks about how you'll leave a piece of yourself and take a piece in exchange, just like every Sebastian before you. A small price to pay for the protection he thinks he has to buy. Once you figure out how empty he is, how used up and rotted, surely you won't want him anymore but by then he'll have gripped you by the heartstrings. Just like all the others, countless thousands before you. A simple plan. Business as usual. Right?
What is left of the man you were? What parts of you haven't been dragged away, piece by piece, with each soul pulled through you? Are there fragments that remember a father beaming with pride at his clever son? Would he still be proud, to see your sharp fangs snarling back at him? How much of your mother's gentle little boy is left beneath those hungry red eyes? Would she recognize you, bloodstained and hollow? Did your friends carry you to the morgue on the wooden stretcher you use as a bed? Who wrapped you in the blanket that you still cling to? Was it to shield your bruised cheeks from the cold earth as they said goodbye? Did a sister mourn her darling baby brother, were hers the first tears to water the flowers near your empty grave? Did she share your white curls? Or was she a golden sun to your silvery moon? What color were her eyes?
Who's memories am I haunting when I am lost in you?
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I've been watching Hazbin Hotel in prime. Just watched episode 5 and I gotta ask
Why, oh, WHY DON'T I SEE MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT "MORE THAN ANYTHING" WHEN TALKING ABOUT THE HAZBIN HOTEL MUSIC???
Like I get it, the song before it "Hell's Greatest Dad" Is a bop reminiscent of other music from the era its parodying. I loved it.
BUT why are you only putting clips of that song when this MASTERPIECE comes a few minutes after
I honestly don't even know where to begin with this song. The visuals are beautiful, especially when we get moments like this where you can just see the absolute LOVE this man has for her daughter is so sweet and Heartwarming I just-
The voices are fenomenal but what else can you expect from the broadway talents of Erika Henningsen and Jeremy Jordan.
There is also the whole Symbolism with passing the baton to the next generation and stuff. I- I can't even get into the specifics right now Im too emotional.
But above all else THE LYRICS
ESPECIALLY THAT LAST ONE
"I'M GRATEFUL YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER/FATHER MORE THAN ANYTHING"
DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY?? CAUSE I AM. I AM BAWLING MY EYES OUT RIGHT NOW.
It's just so fucking beautiful man. Probably the best song I will hear all year. Obviously my favorite from Hazbin.
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Of all the languages Meme could speak and she chose the truth
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made myself incredibly sad thinking about magnus being alone. maybe not completely alone, because he would have max, tessa, catarina and ragnor. but lonely, i think he would feel loneliness like he never had before.
because those young annoying shadowhunters that interrupted one of his parties and dragged him along would be gone. because even though he tried to act like they didn't mean much to him, they did. because he got used to their presences in his life and now he can't remember what it was like without them.
because that man he had seen become a silent brother and come back as a shadowhunter, would be gone. after living a life full of love, yes, but he would be gone, just as the ones before him.
because he would know what losing a son feels like. and the pain in his heart would be unbearable.
because it would mean he lost the love of his life. because it would mean that, maybe, just as tessa, he would end up forgetting the blue of his eyes that he loved so much, the sound of his voice, his laugh, his mannerisms, the things that made him, him.
because the parts of his life that were filled with alec, rafael and friends would suddenly be empty, he would be empty.
because he would feel like his heart is being ripped apart every time, but he would choose it over being a shell with no feelings. because that would mean he may forget.
and he would never, ever, want to forget his reason to live.
(even if it was gone forever.)
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If this episode did anything, it kind of hammered in for me the fact that the only Bad Kids with biological siblings (until Fabian's half-siblings inevitably show up) are the Bad Kids with absolutely horrible parents
Kristen's the big sister who had to be the protector and left her brothers without a shield despite needing that space to grow, and Adaine's the little sister who grew up being second-best and overlooked, having to teach herself how to live yet still desperate to prove herself
God that is so fucking sad
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;) List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you to get to know your mutuals and followers.
1. These two mfs
2. macaroni and cheese
3. no school
4. infinite sleep
5. fnaf
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what i wouldn't fucking do for number man's power so I wouldn't have to struggle with this fucking math anymore holy shit
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Katsuki Doesn’t Dance
Words: 832
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, bad writing?
Disclaimer: I was watching wedding dance tutorials and this came to my head. I’m not getting married or anything, I just think they’re cute to watch.
Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t dance.
He’s told you this from the very beginning and has been adamant about it ever since. He first told you at a big gala to celebrate the new top charting heroes, both you and him stood to the side, watching old friends twirl each other about; they were smiling and laughing, having the time of their lives. You watched him from the corner of your eyes, watching how he lifted the expensive champagne to his lips, then, you watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in motion with his gulp. Despite his words, you could see the way his carmine irises shone with a sense of longing and loneliness —they followed the swaying forms of your friends and you couldn’t help but sigh, for you knew the idiot would never give in.
Eventually though, you settled into the fact that he wouldn’t —that neither of you would have that moment together. The dream of you both dancing to a song in the kitchen late at night was crushed by his stubbornness, and he’s just lucky that he managed to be an amazing partner without fulfilling that dream…
Besides, you’d never push him. You’d always been one to respect the boundaries that the blond set, obtaining the affection you needed from the way he held you close at night, or from the lengthy kiss he gave you every morning.
It was more than enough, for you didn’t need a dance to know how much Katsuki Bakugou loves you, he shows you in his own ways that he does.
Though, you had to admit —you were pretty giddy to learn that Mitsuki, your soon to be mother-in-law and wedding planner had made the first dance mandatory. You really couldn’t help it, the fantasies of your wedding running through your head more than ever now, thanks to the news that you’d finally get that one romantic dance with the grumpy man that you adore.
You never expected it to happen, no matter how much you had fantasized about it, you had never came to this conclusion.
For now you stood before all your family and friends with the lights dimmed, your now husband standing before you. His hand awaited yours, calloused and rough, but gentle in the way it had grasped yours, his expression shocking you to the core —for it was far from his usual scowl.
His face isn’t scrunched up, his brows lifted and relaxed. He was actually smiling —barely, but you had the pleasure of being close enough to see a dimple form from the way his lips had curved. He hadn’t scowled for most of the day, only towards the both of your friends, who were teasing him relentlessly about how weird he looked up on the altar. But the look he was giving you now was causing your poor heart to palpitate out of your chest… His eyes that spoke volumes of his soul had softened, nothing but complete adoration in them as he pulled you closer to him, his other hand resting on your waist before giving it a squeeze.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Where’s that gremlin look of yours?” You try to joke, ignoring the way a shiver ran up your spine from the way his thumb massaged the finger where your wedding ring now rested snugly. “Am I not allowed to look at my wife? I’ve only been waiting for this day since we kissed at our graduation.” He answered, the low music beginning before you could respond, he does as you both had practiced, guiding you to spin, before pulling you back to him. “I simply take pride in being able to read your expressions —and the one you made just then…” You tried but he was quick to cut you off, the warmth of his forehead making contact with yours making you chuckle.
Your eyes meet and you feel yourself melting.
“Stop thinking, soak in the moment.” He instructs, and judging by the way he completely lost himself in you, keeping you close the rest of the dance, you knew he certainly had. It reminded you of just how lucky you were —to love someone like Katsuki Bakugo, to have him love you in return. It reminded you that now you didn’t have to worry about silly little dances, for none would beat the feelings you felt that evening, in the arms of your sappier than usual husband.
Even as time would pass on, and the late night swaying to music in your home would become normal —you’d still remember that night and cherish it. You’d do so just as much as your husband does, ensuring each other a dance every gala and even more so in your home, where you’d continue to laugh together under the lights of the kitchen every time he dipped you, where the both of you would forever to continue melting into each other’s kiss.
Because, you know, Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t dance…
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