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A song that I think can describe my headcanon version of Frieza
A song that I think can describe my headcanon version of Frieza
This is my first time drawing Sigma sooo yea
Anyways, here is hurt and very annoyed Sigma ❤️
(Open for better quality ❤️🩹)
Self-harm awareness day
Today is self-harm awareness day. It is a very important day for me as a former self-harmer, and when I was at my lowest I thought no one knew how I felt, but now I know better. This is a day for people to learn more about the causes of self-harm and the risks. Self-harm is no different than any other unhealthy coping mechanism like drugs, alcohol, and many others. Just because someone self-harms does not make them any different from an addict that needs help. So, if you are a self-harmer and If you’re not sure where to turn, call the S.A.F.E. Alternatives information line in the U.S. at 1-800-366-8288 for referrals and support for cutting and self-harm. If you know a self-harmer, or just want to be more aware click here for more information.
I’m not crying... I just got something in my.... Oh man this freaking sad and beautiful and sad and heartbreaking and sad.
I’ll write a fic of this someday... but first.
*Starts to cry*
how do you think Lightning will react about if Sally dies suddenly ? I'm feeling a little down right now
Oh…. oh. Wow. Okay.
Well I hope you feel better soon, anon. I don’t know if this will help or make it worse, but I hope somehow it helps you out.
Everyone thought he took Doc’s death hard. That was nothing compared to this. When they heard the news, he started screaming and swearing, completely turning into someone else the townsfolk had never seen.
He just leaves town without saying a word. He can’t take seeing it without her. She was the one who really made him appreciate it to begin with.
No one sees him for three or four days, no one knows where he went. Turns out, he drove up into the mountains and just sat in isolation while he mourned her. He couldn’t bear being around anyone.
He makes it back for the funeral, but doesn’t speak. Everyone is trying to provide what comfort they can, but it’s like talking to a brick wall. She was his life. Nothing, not even his racing career, was as significant as her.
Afterwards, he spends a lot of time at her grave. They buried her near Doc. He tries to talk to her to ease his conscience, but he can’t say anything without breaking back into into sobs.
He tries to find someone to blame for his pain, but can’t. He can’t control his thoughts and goes back and forth between being vehemently angry and unbearably anguished.
He’s torn between leaving Radiator Springs for good and staying. It all reminds him of her, and it’s painful. But at the same time he knows she’d want him to take care of it now that both she and Doc were gone.
He never goes to visit Wheel Well again. He can’t even look at it. He still supports and manages the operation, but he’ll never go back. He makes a point not to look at it if he has to drive by it. That was sacred ground for them as a couple. It’ll never be the same.
He treats the Cozy Cone motel similarly, although he still stays there. He hires on an old friend to keep it running so he doesn’t have to do it himself. Going into the office was hard to take. All the decor was still as she’d left it.
A couple weeks later, Mater finally gets him to talk. He doesn’t respond much, but it’s an improvement. Mater doesn’t push him, but he does say something that strikes a chord with Lightning. “Forgetting her won’t make it [the pain] go away.”
Lightning was given similar advice when Doc died, and he knew that he needed to honor her in a similar manner. He decided that he wasn’t going to leave town. That town was her everything, and if that’s all he had left of her besides memories, he was going to do whatever he could to support it.
Later on, he tries to focus more on racing, but it’s not quite the same. He still does well, but he finds himself pushing himself to the limits a lot more and thinking a lot less. It’s not a good strategy, and his eager spirit is just gone. He misses seeing her there in the pits waiting for him.
It takes several months for things to return to any degree of normality. The town is still much quieter, as Sally’s bubbly, optimistic personality isn’t there to supplement it anymore, but everyone at least functions again.
Lightning eventually remembers how to enjoy himself and have fun again. He spends more time with the other members of the town and even with his racing buddies. He’s gotten to a point where he can think about her and not feel overwhelmed by her absence. There’s still a void in his soul, but it’s one he intends to keep, in memory of her.
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 9 - Under a Starlit Veil
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: I’m so sorry y’all… SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 8} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Nanami adjusted the cuff of his suit jacket as he stood near the grand entrance of the event hall. The soft hum of conversations and the distant clink of glasses drifted out through the open doors, but he stayed just outside, avoiding the chaos of introductions and small talk. His eyes scanned the arriving guests, his expression calm but distant, until movement at the bottom of the staircase caught his attention.
You stepped out of the car in a gown that seemed to catch the light in all the right places, the fabric shimmering as you moved. There was an ease to your steps, confidence in the way you carried yourself that drew attention without you even trying. Nanami’s usual stoic demeanor faltered as his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than he intended.
When you finally spotted him, a smile spread across your face, and you made your way up the steps toward him. “Wow,” you said as you stopped in front of him, your tone light and teasing. “Waiting for me already? I didn’t know you’d miss me that much.”
His brow raised slightly, but there was a faint flicker of amusement in his gaze. “You’re late.”
“And you look amazing,” you countered, ignoring his comment. “Though I guess that’s nothing new.”
For a second, he hesitated, then said, “You look stunning.” His voice was calm and measured, but the sincerity was unmistakable.
You grinned. “Careful, Nanami. If you keep complimenting me, I might get used to it.”
“Don’t count on it,” he replied dryly, but there was a faint trace of softness in his tone.
Looping your arm through his, you gave him a quick glance. “Come on, partner. Let’s go show these people how it’s done.”
Together, you walked into the grand hall, the golden light of chandeliers illuminating the elegantly decorated space. The room was filled with influential guests, all dressed to the nines, their conversations blending into a hum of polished sophistication.
The two of you navigated the crowd with practiced ease, moving from group to group. You were the conversationalist, effortlessly charming everyone you spoke to, while Nanami maintained his reserved composure.
At one point, you found yourself speaking with a prominent philanthropist and his wife. The man looked between you and Nanami, his smile warm. “You two make quite the pair,” he said.
You laughed lightly, nudging Nanami with your elbow. “Don’t we? He’s the serious one; I’m the fun one. Perfect balance.”
Nanami shot you a brief look but said nothing, his lips pressed into a thin line that might have been suppressing a smirk.
“And what do you think of the event so far?” the man asked, directing his question toward Nanami.
“It’s well-organized,” Nanami replied simply, his tone polite but distant.
You jumped in to soften the answer. “That’s his way of saying it’s great. He’s not big on small talk, but he appreciates quality when he sees it.”
The couple chuckled, and the conversation flowed easily, though Nanami contributed only when absolutely necessary. As the night went on, you continued to draw him into conversations, subtly coaxing him to engage with the guests.
Eventually, after what felt like hours of mingling, you caught sight of a set of French doors leading out to a garden. You turned to Nanami and whispered, “Escape plan?”
He glanced at the doors and nodded, following your lead as you slipped outside.
The garden was quiet, the hum of the event fading into the background. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers, and the stars above stretched endlessly across the night sky. You walked over to a small balcony overlooking the grounds, leaning against the railing and sighing in relief.
“Much better,” you said, glancing at Nanami, who stood a few feet away with his hands in his pockets. “Admit it, you’re glad we came out here.”
“It’s quieter,” he admitted.
You laughed softly. “Exactly. I don’t know how you survived in there without losing your mind.”
“I had you to distract me,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact.
The comment caught you off guard, and you turned to him with a grin. “Was that a compliment?”
“An observation,” he replied, though there was a flicker of something softer in his gaze.
“Well, either way, I’ll take it,” you said, looking up at the stars. “It’s kind of perfect out here, isn’t it? Like a scene from a movie.”
Nanami’s gaze followed yours to the sky. “It’s… peaceful.”
You studied him for a moment, a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re not as impossible as you like to pretend, you know.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be reassuring?”
“Maybe,” you teased, leaning slightly closer. “Or maybe I’m just trying to figure you out. There’s more to you than the whole stoic-law-student thing. I can tell.”
His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the distance between you seemed to shrink. “And what exactly do you think you see?” he asked quietly.
“Someone who cares more than they let on,” you said, your voice soft. “Someone who probably feels too much but keeps it all bottled up.”
Nanami didn’t respond right away, his expression unreadable. The air between you seemed charged, and the world around you faded into the background.
You tilted your head, your gaze dropping to his lips. Slowly, you leaned in, your heartbeat loud in your ears.
For a brief moment, you thought he might meet you halfway—but then he stepped back abruptly.
“Don’t,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind.
You blinked, stunned. “Nanami, I—”
“I need to go,” he interrupted, his tone steadier now. Without waiting for your response, he turned and walked back toward the hall, leaving you alone under the starlit sky.
The cool night air seemed sharper as you stood there, trying to process what had just happened. Above you, the stars continued to shine, their light indifferent to the moment that had just unraveled beneath them.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 9 - Behind closed doors
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: I hope you guys can understand him a little better now… (please stop telling me to just kill him off LMAOOO 😭). I also wanted to mention that none of the relationships I write about will be perfect because that’s just not realistic. Dark times are upon us my babies but things will get better…. one day…. hopefully…. Smooches 💋💋💋
{chapter 8} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
You knock on Toji’s apartment door, your pulse racing in a mix of nerves and anger. You don’t even know why you’re here. After everything he said—everything he did—why should you care about his busted knuckles or his bruised ego? But still, here you are, a bag of first-aid supplies in hand, waiting for him to open the door.
When it swings open, Toji stands there, leaning casually against the frame. His dark eyes sweep over you, and his mouth pulls into a smirk. “The hell you want?”
You push past him without answering, stepping into the small, sparsely furnished space. The smell of antiseptic and cigarette smoke hangs faintly in the air. You drop the bag onto his coffee table and turn to face him.
“You’re hurt,” you say simply.
“So what?” He shuts the door with a deliberate click and crosses his arms, leaning against it. “I didn’t ask you to come.”
“Someone has to take care of you,” you reply, already pulling supplies out of the bag. “Since you clearly won’t.”
He scoffs, sauntering over to the couch but making no move to sit. “You always gotta play the nurse, huh? Like you’re so damn perfect.”
“I’m not doing this to feel perfect,” you snap, glaring at him. “I’m doing it because you’re too stupid to take care of yourself.”
Toji snorts but finally sits down, sprawling out with a casual arrogance that sets your teeth on edge. “Whatever. Make it quick.”
You kneel in front of him, taking his hand and inspecting the bruised and bloodied knuckles. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the faint hiss of antiseptic as you clean the wound. His hand is stiff in yours, tense but not pulling away.
“You gonna tell me what happened?” you ask quietly, not looking up.
“What’s it to you?” he says, his voice laced with irritation.
“It’s not like you to get detention. Not anymore, at least.”
He lets out a humorless laugh. “Maybe I felt like knockin’ Gojo’s pretty face in.”
You pause, glancing up at him. “Why?”
“Why not?” His gaze meets yours, hard and unyielding. “You seem real concerned about him, though. You two fuckin’ or somethin’?”
Your eyes widen, heat rushing to your cheeks. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m just askin’,” he says, leaning back with a smug grin. “Since he’s always all over you. Thought maybe you finally gave it up to him.”
“Shut up, Toji,” you snap, your voice trembling with anger.
“Why?” he taunts, his smirk growing. “You embarrassed? Or maybe you don’t like that I called it out.”
You stand abruptly, tossing the first-aid kit onto the couch beside him. “You’re such a dick, you know that? I come here to help you, and this is how you treat me?”
“I didn’t ask you to come,” he shoots back, his voice rising. “You just showed up like you always do, thinkin’ you can fix everything. Like you can fix me.”
Your breath catches, his words cutting deeper than you’d like to admit. “I’m not trying to fix you,” you say quietly.
“Bullshit,” he spits, standing to face you. “You’ve been tryin’ to fix me since we were kids. Always actin’ like you’re some kinda saint, like you’re better than me. Like you’re better than everybody.”
“That’s not true,” you argue, your voice trembling.
“Yes, it is,” he growls, stepping closer. “You think I didn’t notice? You think I didn’t see the way you treated me? Like some charity case you could pat yourself on the back for. Poor little Toji, right? Poor, angry, stupid Toji.”
You shake your head, tears stinging your eyes. “That’s not how it was. I just wanted to be your friend.”
“Friend?” he laughs bitterly. “You forced me to be your friend. I didn’t want you around, but you didn’t care. You kept comin’ back, smilin’ like an idiot, actin’ like everything was fine. And then one day, you just stopped. Guess you got tired of playin’ with your little project, huh?”
Your throat tightens, and you can barely get the words out. “I stopped because you made my life hell, Toji. You bullied me. You tormented me every chance you got.”
“Maybe you deserved it,” he snaps, his voice cold and cutting.
The words hit you like a slap, and you take a step back, your hands trembling. “You’re a selfish asshole,” you say, your voice breaking. “You’ve always been one.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I got my reasons,” he shoots back, his voice rising.
“Then tell me!” you yell, tears streaming down your face now. “Tell me why you’ve been such a goddamn nightmare!”
He freezes for a moment, his chest heaving as he stares at you, his jaw tight. And then, suddenly, he explodes.
“You wanna know why?” he shouts, his voice raw and shaking. “Because you don’t know when to leave shit alone! You don’t know when to leave me alone! I didn’t want your kindness, or your pity, or whatever the hell you were sellin’. But you kept pushin’. Kept actin’ like you were so much better than me, like you could fix me. And it pissed me off, okay? It pissed me off because I knew it wasn’t real. I knew you’d get tired of me eventually, just like everybody else.”
You stand there, stunned, as his words wash over you.
“And you know what the worst part is?” he continues, his voice breaking. “You did get tired of me. You left, just like I knew you would. So don’t stand there and act like you’re some innocent little angel, ‘cause you’re not.”
You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a sharp gesture.
“Get the fuck out,” he snaps, his voice cold and final.
“Toji—”
“I said get out!” he yells, his voice echoing through the small apartment.
Your chest tightens as you grab your bag and head for the door, tears blurring your vision. You don’t look back as you step outside, the sound of the door slamming behind you ringing in your ears.
ᱬ⛧ butterfly ~ s. gojo
not one of my wips, but something i wanted to post. i really love the butterfly being the soul of the deceased, it’s something that keeps me going. contains manga spoilers - proceed at your own risk if you're not caught up/anime only.
word count: 347
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imagine the cool air of spring, the beautiful colours that start to emerge and the life that starts to wake up. just a few short months since that fateful day.
stood in front of a grave, you sucked in a breath and reached a hand out, fingers tracing over the letting carefully as you tried to bite back the tears wanting to fall. the reality of the very person who swore they’d be by your side was no longer here; nothing more than memories made of times that had passed.
kneeling down, you took a moment to arrange the flowers you’d bought with you, tears now falling as reality hit you again for the millionth time. “why did you have to leave me?”.
words that were meant to sound harsh came out in a soft whisper, breath catching in your throat as you placed a hand across your mouth stifling your sobs. who knows how long you stayed like that, hunched over as you kept ahold of the cold stone trying desperately to feel some warmth, to not accept this was your life now.
soon enough it was time for you to leave, time for you to head back to your home that was now quiet and empty without their presence, their belongings never touched since the moment they left this world.
looking over your shoulder, you blew a kiss and started to walk only to be stopped when you saw it. small gasp leaving your lips as you watched it come closer to you before it perched on your outstretched hand, settling just above the band you wore on your ring finger.
a butterfly as white as snow, it had to be them, their way of letting you know they were still with you despite no longer having a body. tears fell again as it fluttered to land on your shoulder, facing towards the ring you kept secured around your neck, never moving as you let your head drop.
“oh satoru, i miss you so much. why did you have to leave this world so soon?”
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pairing: seungmin x gender neutral reader
content warnings: hurt/comfort, reader has a fear of thunderstorms, reader goes nonverbal
rating: e (for everyone)
summary: seungmin helps you get through a thunderstorm by showering you with tender love and singing to you.
🕯️ volcano — seungmin & han (2 kids’ show)
A myriad of candles lit up the bedroom you’ve shared with your lover for a few years, casting its yellow glow over the sheltered space while the world outside took on the wrath of the thunderous storm that has carried on for the past several hours. Your soft snores were the only sounds heard apart from the violent pattering of the rain against the windows and the occasional boom of thunder, your head rested on Seungmin’s chest as you’d finally slept.
The two of you had just settled on the couch to watch a movie together when it first started raining, a small detail you’d taken note of yet paid no mind to at first. Although as the weather worsened, so did your anxiety. Seungmin was well aware of the person you became whenever the first strike of lightning occurred – almost as though you had been replaced before his very eyes as your muscles tensed and your eyes clouded with fear. He’d tried to comfort you as soon as he knew what would come, though nothing can really prevent you from panicking, and this was a fact that aggrieved him deeply since he would do anything to make you smile once again although this was beyond his power.
When the power went out as a result of the storm, the trembling and whimpering began. Seungmin was not allowed to leave your side for even a second as you gripped the hem of his shirt. And so he gently took your hand and guided you towards the hallway closet where you stored the innumerable amounts of candles you liked buying, and then took you with him towards the kitchen to find a lighter. Throughout the entire process, you could hear him murmuring sweet little nothings as a form of encouragement while moving at the pace you’d set. He sat you on your bed, and immediately began lighting as many candles as he could, creating as much light as he could before he settled beside you. Arms pulling you into his comforting embrace, your back pressed to his chest as he whispered about how brave you were being. You didn’t think so, since you felt a little ridiculous being so afraid of something so silly at your age, but the sincerity in his voice made you feel validated.
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered after jumping at a particularly loud crack of thunder. “This is so stupid, and we were having such a nice time before all of this.”
Seungmin pressed a tender kiss to the back of your head, settling his chin on top of your head as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on your shoulder. “Sorry for what? There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
You couldn’t help but pout slightly, sitting up so you could look at him. He merely chuckled at the sight, hand reaching up to push a strand of hair away from your face and you could see the tiny flames from the candles reflected in his eyes. It took everything in you to not melt into his touch, your heart immediately steadying. Love was engraved in every touch, every word and you adored it. You adored him in a way you couldn’t even begin to describe. “I’m sorry you’re dating someone with childish fears.”
His expression suddenly turned serious as he furrowed his brows and frowned up at you. “It’s not childish at all, what are you talking about? I don’t want to hear any self-pitying from you, I want you to know that you’re being very brave, and I love that about you.”
He looked so stern you couldn’t help but smile a little bit, rolling your eyes playfully. But as you glanced at him again, you could see the expectant expression on his face as he waited for you to say the same words he always forced you to say in moments like these. So you sighed, moving around on the bed so that you could rest your head on his chest. However, right as you opened your mouth another thunder seemed to shake the room, which caused you to scream in surprise instead. His arms immediately wrapped themselves around your trembling body, hands squeezing whatever he could grab as a way to make sure you knew he was there with you.
With your eyes squeezed shut, you mumbled over and over again: “I’m being brave right now. The storm can’t touch me. I’m safe with Seungmin. I’m being brave right now. The storm can’t touch me. I’m safe with Seungmin. I’m being so brave right now, and Seungmin is proud of me.”
Seungmin’s lips pressed against your hair once again as he settled into a more comfortable position from underneath you. “I am so, so proud of my baby right now.”
Although the rain had shown signs of slowing down over the past hour, it seemed to intensify now, and your body began trembling once more. Seungmin was at a loss right now, he couldn’t think of anything else to say or do while the two of you rode out the storm. It wasn’t the first time that he’d had to help you through something like this, and he was always so willing to calm your mind and settle your heart each and every time; though it always seemed as though he would run out of things to do or say as the storms carried on. As you balled up his shirt into your shaking fists, he cleared his throat.
“You know,” he began, voice soft yet loud enough to be heard over the noise. “Hannie and Chan have been working on a song together. It made me think of you.”
This piqued your interest, releasing a shuddering breath as you momentarily looked up to let him know you’ve heard him since your voice seemed to have stopped working. He understood immediately as his eyes remained fixated on the dancing flames of the candles he’d placed in front of your bedroom television.
“You know Hannie’s always been good with words.” Seungmin smiled slightly at the thought, his fingers finding their way to your hair as he played with it. “Would you like to hear it?”
Without hesitation, you reach over his lower torso to squeeze his hip. Another crack of thunder was heard, and you jumped.
“I’ll protect you, it’s okay to hurt,” he began, your eyes shutting as his melodic voice rang through the air. “I’ll embrace the wounds you shed. To me, you’re already a sin…”
A soft smile tugged on your lips, your heart and breathing steadied at last, your muscles relaxing. Seungmin could feel the weight of your body change almost immediately as he continued to sing, and his heart soared at the realization of the effect he had on you. “...You were so warm when you hugged me tight. I guess I teared up for a moment, because it was the first time…”
Anything outside of this embrace seemed to fade away at your lover’s soulful singing, the warmth of his body and his fingertips that traced swirly figures on your skin bringing a sense of peace you didn’t expect. You sighed in content.
“...You can burst into flames, you can wound me next to you if you like, I can be anything…”
As the first of your snores were heard, Seungmin finally relaxed completely. You’ve endured another stormy night, and his own heart warmed at the sight of your sleeping figure. He didn’t stop singing, though, determined to finish the song at this point – the song that had reminded him of you the first time he read the lyrics, the song he’d unintentionally associated with you and he wasn’t the least bit sorry about it.
“...you are my volcano.”
word count: 1.2k 🕯️ posted: 12 • 02 • 2023
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just a sad kind of tired that creeps upon you with little cat feet
curls up on your shoulder and never leaves
it yawns and shifts and gets heavier and heavier, but you can’t bring yourself to let go
you get sadder and tireder but the numbing blanket it provides is addicting
you can’t go back to the world without the tired kind of sad and its little cat feet
Evelyn Burns Petals
Hello again i figured i would post some of my old stuff since i didn't have the confidence before so i hope you enjoy :D
Finished February 9, 2023
“BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!”
Chanting, chanting is all you can hear when you enter the town. It’s fairly common nowadays to hear such words be uttered by so many people. It’s a shame, to hear it another time, however it's not your business, you’d rather stay away and not accidentally get yourself caught again. That time, it almost took you a whole two days for the magic to even get the wound to scab. Either way, the point is that Evelyn is missing.You have a feeling she’s here because two days earlier she had mentioned finding a place that sold mint leaves since you and her had run out.
The earlier chanting grows louder as you make your way to the centre of town after looking everywhere for Evelyn. Hundreds, if not thousands of women, men and children alike all gather around a podium in the centre of town. The podium had what looked to be a wooden beam with the silhouette of a person you can’t seem to make out, all tied up as a person on the right seemed to be making a speech. However you were unable to hear what exactly they were preaching about for the chanting had elevated to a nearly deafening sound.
“BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!!!”
You, by some miracle, get past the other townspeople just enough to just make out the person, but by that time you were already too late as the fire had already started burning.
“EVELYN!!!!”
You’re running now, your hood has fallen' off as you’re trying desperately to get past the townspeople most not moving as they and you watch the fire creep closer to Evelyn.
“GET OUT OF MY WAY!!” “EVELYN!!!”
You finally manage to get past the people in front of you, them recognizing you seemed to have made them move, clearing a path for you to get to the podium. The chanting grows ever louder as you make your way up the stairs, pushing past the mayor and getting to Evelyn. You’re suddenly being pulled back further away from her as she’sburningshe’sburning SHE’S BURNING!! You don’t even care any more as you are struggling to get out of whoever is keeping you awayawayAWAY SHE NEEDS ME!!
BANG!
Everything goes silent, so silent even that you're not sure if the silence is only for you or if the world had gone quiet for that single moment. You’re let go, somehow, but you don’t care as you run as her smoldering body falls, you catch her; she’s still hot to the touch but you can’t seem to feel a thing as she lays there, in your arms. She almost looks peaceful if not for her being so chard you almost can’t recognize her. Someone is speaking to you but all you can care to even think about is her body, she’sdeadshe’sdead SHE’S DEAD!
“Hey! It’s alright it’s dead, the wicked witch is dead! She can’t hurt you anymore like she did to us!”
You stop in your tracks for a moment,
she can’t hurt me anymore like she did to them?
Evelyn? the girl who took you in when you were on your last legs. Evelyn, the woman who would make flower crowns out of burning blossoms for you and her on summer days. Evelyn, who wouldn’t even hurt a fly when it was in the house being a nuisance, and instead held it with a wood carved cup and paper underneath to let back outside? EVELYN who would give the worst criminals a chance. THAT EVELYN!?!
The thought of her, losing her, especially in this way, makes you thirst for something more.
Something deadly
For them to not only disrespect her as a person and not view her as a person is despicable in its own right. But to take her out of this world!! You feel something equally worse than rage, something that screamed murder, that screamed blood, and to hurt hurt HURT!
Next thing that happens the person behind you starts screaming and coughing up blood. So much blood the pool reaches to your kneeling body. The mayors - you figure from the screams- “bodyguards” become worried, one of them asking behind you,
“What did you do, WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO!!”
“oh?”
You ask while lowering the body (Evelyn's body, she’s dead SHE’S DEAD), turning around to face the “guards”, cocking your head, face already morphed into an almost doll-like smile nearly able to hide your burning rage.
“What did I do?”
“Well you see, what I did there is what you will all experience when I'm done with you”
The crowd begins to whisper words and share worried glances at each other waiting anxiously for someone, anyone to be brave enough to ask the question they’re all thinking.
“What is it?”
The only other “guard” who isn’t coddling the mayor is the only person to ask the question. Silence stretches for what felt like hours but was more likely minutes just waiting for you to answer their question. Fearful of what you might say. You wait to answer even debating on whether or not to even answer their question. You make your decision after what was really minutes.
You turn to the guard, and you answer.
“Death”
The crowd gasps clearly distraught by the answer, however most too scared to speak some foolish ones screamed profanities however those to soon die down to nothing. The guards stand guard around their ruler in fear of what else you might possibly do to their mayor. It was almost cute if not for the anger you still feel. You turn to the crowd still not finished with your speech.
“AND YOU ALL HAVE 24 HOURS TO EVACUATE THIS PLACE BEFORE I BURN THIS PLACE JUST AS YOU HAD DONE TO MY BELOVED, MY WORLD!!” You nearly scream this out loud, your voice cracking ever so slightly. You feel your voice might rip open and stop making sound.
“AND EVEN WHEN YOU ALL THINK YOU SAFE I WILL COME FOR EACH ONE OF YOU AND KILL YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES!” you feel anger swelling up inside you, you almost can't breathe. You try taking a mental breath but the images of her still burn brightly in your mind you give up.
“TAKE THIS AS A LESSON TO NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER TRIFLE WITH THE MOTHER OF STARS! SERVANT OF DEATH AGAIN!!” you feel as though your body is shaking immensely as you pour your soul out helplessly hoping someone will listen.
But no one ever listens
You turn back to the mayor, no longer the doll-like face before now a void with hundreds of thousands eyes nearly covering your face staring. back. at. him.
“This is not the end, but the beginning of your end.”
And as if she was never there the ‘witch’ vanishes leaving the town with dread for the inevitable.
Most don't leave that day, most not believing what she said. And with their decision they never leave again, the town seemingly still burning to this day. However those who did leave and did listen, those people lived in constant fear that one day she may come back and take their lives once more…..
And for Evelyn's body, may she rest under the burning blossom tree. Forever to burn elegantly.
Sometimes
Sometimes I wish you hadn’t died.
You left him so broken, beyond repair.
It was all I could do to keep him afloat,
treading water, a burden too heavy
for me to lift. You left him drowning
in unspoken love, unable to let go of
a deflated life preserver.
Sometimes I wonder what you’d think of me.
If you could would you thank me or would
you tell me that I could never heal him?
It was my job to gather the wreckage
you left behind. I taught him to love again,
but I could never teach him to let go.
I could never empty the ocean of hurt.
Sometimes I believe we could have been friends.
He clung to me too, driftwood in the open sea.
We must have something in common. He said
he thought I would like you. Even when his
heart was sore and his lungs were filled,
drowning in the memory of you. Friend,
can I tell you a secret?
Sometimes I hate you more than anything.
I hate what you did to him. I hate that no matter
how far away you are he can’t let go of you.
I hate that he will always love you, how he
doesn’t know how not to love you. I hate
you for dying – not that you chose to die. I wish
you had chosen. Maybe then he’d accept it.
Sometimes I feel like the other woman.
He’s still swimming through the waves,
fighting the current to get to you as if he
doesn’t realize you’ve already been pulled under.
I try to bring him back to shore, to my safe
harbor, but he’s still anchored in you.
Sometimes I think you are selfish.
When you had him you took him for granted,
and yet you held him tight enough to keep
him clinging to you like a buoy out at sea,
clinging to you for air. And now he still clings.
You can’t tell him to let go. Not that you would.
Sometimes I wish he had never met you.
Sometimes I am happy that you’re dead.
Sometimes I wish you never existed.
Sunset Over Atlantic
The tan line on my ring finger has faded,
just another reminder of the time we’ve lost
since that day at the beach when my ring
washed away with the tide. We couldn’t afford
to replace it. Maybe I should have taken that as
a sign.
To The Once Ingénue
The giver of blood and love is fragile
as it beats faint within the fold of your
broken breast. The giant’s grass of the forest
sways gently in the wind, unaware of your
selfish weight crushing the earth below.
You used to dance with grace as light as a breeze
among the blossoms of spring, but now you
have been stripped and knocked down, lying
heavy in the cold dirt of disenchanted
winter. You bury yourself in the decay of your
innocence as the rain of remorse now pours down
your cheeks. The one who did this to you feels no
regret. You let him take the silver trinkets
from your pain-streaked body and he
hung them from the bedpost that he might
admire those trophies of his conquest.
You have given up that blissful ignorance that you
once held so dear. Now you must stand alone and
face the world, for he is not there to lift you.
There is no changing what has been done.
After reading Jujustu no Kaisen, I'm gonna celebrate the next chapter release by taking a shot of cyanide. It's inspired me enough to wanna make my own JJK fanfic and turn that into a manga.
Rereading Skulduggery Pleasant is sometimes painful.
Stefanie (first book) : I suppose this is a big deal for you, huh? Finding out that your gods really existed?
Skulduggery : Ah, but we don't know that. ...
Told by the men who gets tortured a few books later by these gods ...
After all this time, she still had not found an end to her grief. It was a dark well, an echoing place into which she’d once cast a stone, sure that it would strike bottom and she would stop hurting. Instead, it just kept falling.
King of scars, Leigh Berdugo
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You told me once
that your biggest dream was getting out of the city,
and I told you once
that my biggest dream was make you happy.
How could i be so wrong?
How could i be so blind?
How i couldn't stop it?
I didn't realize that I had to make me happy first.
And then,
just then
I could try to make you happy
MivaMoonlights.
"𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘐𝘯𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 ,𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵."
Thinkin bout the use of cars in whump,,,
Whumpee gets hit by a car
Whumpee is in a car accident
Caretaker is in a car accident and then emotional whump
Or
Whumpee gets in the car only for whumper to point a gun at them and tell them to drive
Whumpee gets in the car before being knocked out, whumper then gets into the front seat and drives
Whumper ties up whumpee and throws them in the back seat
Whumper ties up whumpee and throws them in the boot
The possibilities are endless,,,
Thinkin about split knuckles,,,
Bloody and bruised skin pulling tightly over bones. It’s just. Yeah.
So I know this is often played for comedy but
Tranquilliser darts??
😳😳😳
Idk man but theres the initial pain of getting hit, the confusion or panic, the slow stumbling collapse to the ground.
Then your antagonist waltzes on over all smug and scoops them up like a sack of potatoes. Yeah❤️
“Please don’t give up on me.”
Bonus points if caretaker really wasn’t planning to
Exasperated caretaker/team member dialogue
“What part of stay there don’t you understand?!”
“I swear- you’ll be the death of me!”
“I’m going grey- You’re making me go grey.” “You are not going grey, you’re 25!”
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”
“Okay, new rule- From now on your plan is not allowed to be ‘run in head-first and see what happens’.”
“Is asking you to shoot me a little ‘I’m not dead’ text every now and again really too much to ask??”
“So let me get this straight. You heard gun-fire. And you ran. Towards it?!”
“That’s it- You’re in time out.” “What?! I’m not a child-“ “I don’t care! Time out!”
“Must you bleed on everything I own??”
Big fan of characters who are just so done lmaoo, part 2??
One of my favourite simple yet effective whump tropes??
Pistol whipped!
Maybe they’re on their knees, held at gun point yet still quippy and sarcastic. Their captor gets fed up and with one quick strike, they crumple to the ground, out cold.
Uhhh heres a weird little drabble for the first one fjjdjsje
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It was the first time I'd ever seen him sit still.
Always in a rush, he is. A constant blur of arms and legs. A flurry of movement.
He wouldn't stop jabbering in the car.
It's like he said every word that went through his brain.
I couldn't get a word in, not that I tried.
And the waiting.
Either his leg was bouncing at 1000 miles per hour or he was pacing back and forth as if he was being persued. Every so often he'd get up to go pester the nurse again before sulking back to his seat when there was no new information.
When we were finally called, he practically leaped out of the chair. He interrogated the nurse on the way to the room, walking at a pace that was clearly hard for her to keep up with. Impossibly long strides and darting eyes, he was.
And that's when we arrived at the room.
And that's when he saw you.
And he froze.
Then, gingerly, he made his way over to your bed, sitting softly in the seat adjacent.
He hadn't taken his eyes off you, I'm not entirely sure he'd even blinked since seeing you.
He hesitantly reached a hand out but halted an inch away, as if you might crumble at the slightest touch.
He looked to me, stuttering out "Can,,, Can I,,,??"
Just as soon as I had nodded, he had carefully taken your hand, pulling it a little closer to himself.
And honestly, I couldn't blame him for his caution.
There, laying dead to the world on that hospital bed, you seemed so small. So fragile. So helpless.
The nurses had done a good job of cleaning you up but the dark bruises on your skin were impossible to ignore. The stark white bandages seemed as if they might be the only thing holding you together. The careful stitches didn’t do much to hide the bright red lines.
The inherent feeling of just how wrong this felt, seeing you injured and unconscious when you should be happy and healthy. How you should be at home right now, playing some kind of game with the others when instead you were here in this hospital.
And so he sat still.
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First time I’ve ever posted something like this on here lmao hope it was alright
I’m such a sucker for the Chaotic character going all soft for their injured friend and also the Coolheaded Wise character going batshit crazy for their injured chaos friend.
That’s some good shit.
Character B hacks another cough into their hands, probably their hundereth of the day.
Except this time, as they glance down, they see specks of blood amongst the phlegm.
Well that’s new.
“That’s practically a blizzard out there- you’ll never find them!”
“Well I at least have to try!”
In light of all the snowy weather my area is having, consider:
Character A, their friends or their team following a trail of bloodied snow to find an injured and lost Character B.