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I LOVE THIS ART OMG
The ending they deserve
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Stranger Things 4 as an 90's anime (video), art by me 🖌️
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“Please don’t do this!” their voice echoed all around them, there was a moment of silence that lingered in the air.
“Please, stop talking.” The killer gently placed tape over the poor victims mouth “See isn’t that much better? I would knock you out but I need you awake for this.” They grinned at the victim before turning to their tools. “This isn’t for me I promise, I’m really not that psychotic. Everything I do, I do for her: my beautiful wife.” They pulled out their timer and got to work.
Clean and happy the killer walked through the door “Honey are you home? You had a question to help with your writing right?” Silence. The killer closed the door a went straight to the kitchen, panic slowly rising in the pit of their stomach. Empty. “HONEY! Are you home?” Where were they? The living room? The killer rushed round the corner to the living room and sighed with relief. There in the midst of paper and books, was writer laying on the floor sleeping softly: clearly they stayed up too late working. The killer collected the mess on the floor and placed it neatly onto the coffee table. Then they went over to the writer and scooped them up and placed them in bed, tucking them in to ensure their comfort. They grabbed a pen and some paper and wrote ‘You were right, it is possible for someone to survive (and stay conscious) over 5 hours while bleeding from multiple small wounds. I hope this helps. I’m off to work now so rest well Xx’.
#writing#little fun#all writers should have a killer as a partner/friend to help them with their questions#saw this on pinterest#added to the idea#wanted to write something
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I actually really like this art representation because it shows exactly what it was that brought their pain and how they can’t forget it. So happy to see their faces in all their rightful joy in the more recent episodes.
Remember when we wore masks?
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fun facts about sharks
#HELL YEAH MORE SHARKS#lgbtq#lesbian#gay#aromantic#nonbinary#asexual#pansexual#and everyone else out there who deserves love#and for a little friend out there I have decided that I do love sharks#SHARKS LOOK AT THEM#WHATS NOT TO LOVE
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six character challenge with the Owl House
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Happy Pride Month.
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I feel like we’d all be a hella lot more civil if we blew up our phones right?
"this filter will show you if your teeth are yellow" "this filter will show you if your nose is perfect" "this filter will show you if your face is symmetrical" "this filter will show you if your lips are big" how about if we all blew up our phones forever
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THE VICTORIOUS (part 3!!!) (part 2) (part 1)
(Is this victory after all?)
“Remember what we agreed?” The protector placed their hand onto the knights shoulder with a tight grip.
“Yeah.” The knight shrugged their hand off. They were nervous. Standing right in front of the very doors which lead to the king, the knight had promised to do no harm to the king but to exact their revenge in a legal -more satisfactory- way. They couldn’t wait any longer.
As they pushed through the doors and strode down the halls, something didn’t seem right.
“It’s far too quiet.” The knight pulled their weapon as the protector glared at them. Neither of them felt comfortable with this situation, the lack of any noise at all made them anxious. When they finally reached the throne room they found the king by himself ,unguarded, staring ahead. The protector examined the room ‘this seems like a trap’ they couldn’t see anyone hiding which was good news. They got distracted. When they turned back to the king all she could see was the knight with their sword plunged into the kings chest “N00! You- you promised me. Why?”
The knight removed their sword from the kings body. It was clean. They plunged it back into the king and once again pulled it out, clean. Then again ,in and out, still clean. ‘What’s going on? This doesn’t make any sense! Maybe if I…’ they rose their sword high and brought it down in one swift motion.
“Are you done yet? Don’t you think that’s enough? Did you really have to go as far as cutting his head of? I understand that you have some unresolved issues but i thought we had an agreement? I trusted you!” The protector rushed to the kings side in a flush of anger. That anger quickly dropped and changed to confusion and fear. There on the floor the kings head laid, no mess and no blood: the kings body had no blood left in his body, he was dead long before the knight cast their sword upon his chest.
“I see you’ve found my little present” a soft voice slithered through the shadows and struck fear into the hearts of both of them. A tall figure followed the voice, emerging from the halls at the side of throne. Snow pale skin and jet black hair tied back in a neat little bun. “Not even going to thank me? I thought I done a very good job, a very clean job.” Their voice was so very soft, dangerously so. They had a wide ,almost genuine, smile across their face. There stood the viscount, one of the most powerful vampires along the line -a very long line of vampires too.
The protector and knight backed away from the king and pulled out their weapons.
“Not happy to see me? You must know how hurtful it is to have not one but two weapons drawn towards you.” The viscount glided towards the throne and looked down at the kings body “Hmm. I get the feeling that you would’ve preferred to kill him yourself.” They frowned at the knight “What does your friend think of that huh?” They stepped toward the protector “Honestly I think-“ The protector raised their weapon higher
“I don’t remember asking for your thoughts. What are you doing here and what business did you have killing the king?” A quiet chuckle came from the viscount. Swiftly turning their head, they began walking towards the knight.
“Don’t you remember me? Do I not look even the slightest bit familiar?” The knight began to loosen their grip on their sword, that was all they needed. Grabbing the top of their sword and pushing it to the floor, the viscount stopped only inches away from the knights face “Why don’t you take a closer look.” The viscount wasn’t unaware of the dagger that was hovering above their neck but they decided to ignore it, the protector was only trying to show off their skill and it wasn’t like the viscount was going to do any harm to the knight anyways.
“Wait. You’re-“ the knights face started to lose its colour and their usually strong demeanour was lost as they started to tremble ,only ever so slightly. “Villain.” She tried to move away but fear gripped her and chained her in place “Why aren’t you at you castle protecting your people?”
“It was a nice little scene wasn’t it? Was a real shame that it had to end. That I had to end it.” A sharp smile flashed at the knight, this smile was genuine.
#writing#fantasy#finally figured out how to link things to words#VAMPIRES#A new character#Oooo plot twist#enjoy part 3!!#part 4??
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THE VICTORIOUS (part 2) (part 1)
(Making new victory)
The news didn’t take long to spread, not long at all. In fact it only took about 12 days for for the news of the rouge knight to reach E-J, the protector of all but most importantly Noterea (her home land). ‘This can’t go on any longer’ she readied her horse and set off, prepared for a battle.
Their journey wouldn’t be a long one but it was long enough: tension grew and a fear started to form at the pit of their stomach. ‘Who was this person and why were they killing so ruthlessly? How powerful are they to be able to find and kill the kings men so easily?’ The protector was starting to doubt their abilities. The unknown was a thing to be fearful of and rightfully so. However fear shouldn’t be a thing to be held down by. No, she took joy in being able to use her fear as a weapon.
Inside the knight had tied someone up and was in the process of interrogating them
“So you’re really saying that you, a kings trusty associate, have no clue as to the kings location?” Only a muffled response piped up from the chair below. With a sigh the knight raised their sword and began to draw little pictures into the poor kings associate. The muffled sounds became louder and more panicked.
“Stop right there!” E-J burst through the door and laughed. “You didn’t even lock your door? Honestly how powerful do you think you are?” She walked towards the knight with her sword drawn.
“Perhaps it’s because I welcome guests such as yourself.” The knight smiled widely at the sight of a new challenge ‘what fun’. She removed her sword from the captured traitor and turned it to the noble
“Say, wouldn’t you like to join me? You seem so ready for a fight after all.’ Their grin widened as they strode towards the protector. That was a mistake. Without hesitation E-J plunged their sword forwards with such a force that it took the knight by surprise, causing them to fall to one side grasping the table for support.
“Not a fan of the idea I see.” They chuckled while getting back to their feet.
“Why? Why do you do it? Is it pure joy or do you actually have a small piece of humanity left in you that drives your madness?” The protectors sword followed the knights every move.
“If I am the only one to see the corrupt way of the king then I am the only one who can put things right.” E-J stepped forwards the knight
"You are no better than the King himself! Killing all these people and for what? You're not achieving anything. Only more bloodshed and heartbreak!"
The knight lowered their sword. ‘What is this feeling? Is this doubt?’ They stepped away from E-J and fell onto the bloody captive ‘This isn’t helping anyone. What good am I bringing’ all her thoughts stopped as she felt something wet drip from her face. She was crying.
“No. NO all that effort and all that work and for what? It won’t bring them back will it?” She threw her hands to her eyes. “There never going to come back are they?”
The protector placed her hand to their shoulder “I’m not sure what wrong the king done by you but please, allow me to help you take revenge. The right way”.
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THE VICTORIOUS? (Part 1)
The screams finally started to fade as the knight continued to walk, back turned and sword clenched. ‘That’s one more to cross of the list’ she thought smugly to herself. It wasn’t always so easy for her to carry out this task: she started with merciful kills, quick, peaceful kills. They didn’t last long. As time passed their resentment grew. It grew big. She would find all the kings’ men, no matter where they hid.
People cheered in joy at the sight of the knight. ‘What a hero’ they would tell their children. Life was good and prosperous. The knight had successfully completed another task for the king and she couldn’t wait to inform him.
“My lord the scout was successful, we know the whereabouts of Villain and we’ll be able to rush his castle by the end of this week”
“Very good. If that’s all then you may be on your way.” He waved his hand towards the door and waited “Well? Is that all or not, why are you still stood here?”
“Um well I thought I should bring something up.” The knight started to fidget, it was getting awfully hot in her armour “Are we sure that Villain is actually… a villain?” It was suffocating now and the silence was filling the room like a plague ‘why wasn’t the king answering?’
“Of course! How dare you question me and me decisions!” The king stood and started to walk towards the knight. “Do you think I’m some sort of IDIOT?” The king was now looming over her.
“N-no my lord I’m sorry I-“ she was cut off by the sound of the door opening. Both the king and the knight turned to face the door, it was the queen. “I’d watch yourself” he whispered as he patted the knight on the shoulders.
“Why aren’t my troops storming the villain’s castle? If this is isn’t done by the end of the week then who knows what they’ll do next” the king threw his dish across the floor.
“The raid I-it was called of b-by you sir” the poor messenger was shaking before the king and could hardly stand.
“Why am I surrounded by complete MORONS!! Someone will be punished for this.”
The knight couldn’t help but to think back on her decisions. Her regrets. ‘Maybe if I had done things differently then my loved ones would- No that king is far too corrupt, this all would’ve happened one way or another. It was just a matter of time’ they cleaned their sword, arose from their bed and set off. The kings men all started to go into hiding, the once beloved knight became notorious in just a few days. Word spread fast about who the knight was targeting and it didn’t take them long to scatter like mice: hiding away in their little holes. The knight knew how to wriggle the little mice out with cheese so their long list quickly shortened -they made sure to save the king till last.
“You will be slain down for aiding the king with his villainous tasks!” She was tired and didn’t want to make this one a long and painful death.
“Y-yo-you used to work for the king didn’t you? So s-surely you too are an evil being who a-aided the king.” The knight stopped in their tracks and thought for a moment then dug her hands into her pocket.
“Ah good I didn’t leave it behind.” They pulled out some tape and placed it over their mouth“How many people do you think said the exact same thing in the hopes that I’ll spare their life because suddenly I realise that I’m just like them. I’m NOTHING like you d’you understand? If I was an evil being who aided the king then would I be here right now, trying to stop him?”
‘That’s one more to cross of the list’ she thought ‘only a few more to go before I finally make him suffer, he’ll be praying for the mercy of death. No such mercy shall be given to a man like him’.
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I love him. This is beautifully edited
This is my son, Wet
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How bad could that be?
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Just saving this little one here…
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