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izvmimi · 5 months
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this has probably been asked before but what was the moment that won you over (just had you like wow) with any one of your faves?
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xenodroid05 · 7 months
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Not me only just realising how much it truly meant to Cap when Pat gave him the imaginary badge in the camping episode
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Shadow has a friendship bracelet Maria made for him under his left glove cuff.
It's old, frayed, and Chaos knows how it's still holding itself together, but Shadow keeps it with him at all times.
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OHMYGODMYHEART
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nessa-writes-stuff · 1 month
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"LETS PLAY GO"
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t0temswamp · 2 years
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Him ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
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hammspamm · 1 year
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richard siken really popped off with “someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.”
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honeyypotato · 1 year
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I saw a tweet a few days ago saying that with how similar Annie and Reiner look, esp as babies, and that they could be twins separated at birth, and now I can't stop thinking about their interactions from like a sibling pov and it just makes sense so that's just how I'm gonna write them now and I will not apologize for it
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sophfandoms53 · 2 years
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Hunter and Flapjack risking it all for each other I am unwell
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aaamike · 2 years
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OK, that’s a pretty good way to end the season
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sunshineandviolets · 1 year
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honestly the douglas route is really under rated
but he is my son and i love him
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Headcanon: Whenever Shadow’s chaos powers were scaring him or giving him trouble, Maria used to hold him in her lap and rock him to sleep to calm him down. 🥹
(Can you tell I just rewatched Project Shadow for the umpteenth time? 😅)
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Ohhhhhh ❤️🥹❤️
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ca-d · 5 months
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little adventures always ✨
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goji-pilled · 2 years
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lil thing since i tumbled into the candeloro wiki, nd then tumbled further into the ophelia wiki.
In the months following their victory over the dreaded Walpurgis Nacht, the city of Mitikahara underwent intensive reconstruction development for all of the landmarks and establishments that were consumed in the storm. Despite the obvious tragedy the destruction wrought upon the civilians it also allowed the city to refurbish the once defunct and derelict factories and yards that were abandoned after the great boom of technological advancements. Amongst these new city plans was the demolishment and reconstruction of Mitikahara Middle School and transforming the evangelical education facility into a hybrid middle/high school.
Which was why the Holy Quintet Plus-Maybe-Two-Or-Three were lounging about in Akemi Homura's old ass apartment instead of Mami's apartment - too small - or the Kaname residence - got a bit trashed. The ultra-hyper modern interior was replaced with the European aesthetics the complex was designed with, the null white now shut off along with the many monitors and looming pendulum, Akemi's projector tucked safely away in her hammerspace shield. Leaning back into the god-awful couch cushions on the floor was the owner of the apartment and one pink strawberry, cuddling together as if they were the only people in the world. In the kitchen that branched off of the large living room were Mami and the little munchkin in Bebe form, baking cakes and preparing tea with the limited supplies in the cabinets and fridge. Lounging on top of the uncomfortable seats were a fish and her lovely spitfire, dozing off into the realm of dreams. Or at least, one of them was.
Sakura Kyouko was currently staring at the individual currently sitting on the other couch across from the quad couch potatoes. Currently dressed in the largest of Homura's sweatshirts and pajama pants was the girl who definitely-probably-most-likely was the magical girl who became the terrifying monstrosity known as Walpurgisnacht. They called her Walpy for short. In the girl's hands were a hooked staff of some sort and a much larger than usual grief seed; the physical form of Walpy's once pure soul gem, warped by her own grief and despair. They've all come to terms with their inevitable fates as magical girls but had yet to truly accept it until they met two very impossible anomalies - Homura's words, not hers!
Glancing down at the pillow that she was resting on, Kyouko looked at the sleepy girl who reminded her of what she could've been in another life, of a girl who had such a strong sense of right and wrong, a girl who was too tenacious and arrogant, ignorant of the harsh realities of the cruel world they lived in. The girl that made her life feel like it had purpose once more, the girl that she was certain that she loved with all of her very being. She thought of how Homura broke down how she would always make sure that she spent every second with Sayaka at her side so that they'd never be alone again, even into the afterlife.
And then she got thinking.
Homura confided in them about her wish, about how she had lived the same six weeks over and over again for probably around a good five years (a very horrifying experience she was sure warped the girl, as evident by how fragile and soft she looked next to her lil' pinkie) and she's most definitely seen some shit. So, she decided to play the dumb, fiery redhead card and open her mouth.
"Hey, Homs?"
Stirring from her position on the floor, cracking an eye open and turning her head towards the crimson girl, Homura gave her a look that said her question better have been important.
"What were our witches like?"
The sounds of the kitchen stopped as silence swallowed them all. Madoka wrapped her arms around the time traveler, whispering sweet nothings and words of comfort. Sayaka's eyes snapped open and found their way to Kyouko's own which were, in turn, glancing between the girl on the floor and the front door down several halls. Walpy just clutched her staff and sent her grief seed back into her heart, the earring and insignia on her arm pulsing a dark aura once before settling and looked at the group wearily. A moment passed before Mami entered with a tray of tea in hand with Bebe lounging on her head, somehow conveying concern and worry with a blank face.
"... Do you want the serious answers or the funny ones?"
Okay, good, Kyouko hadn't unintentionally sent Homs spiraling into another cycle of despair and repentance. Sending a challenging smirk the redhead responded, "I dunno, I could always use some dirt on Tomoe. Just in case I need to whip her into shape."
Thankfully the mood was set and smiles blossomed on everyone's faces. What followed were a series of stories told by a time traveler who had as many experiences of the mundane variety as much as she had the tragic variety.
"There was once a time where Mami met Nagisa sometime before Kyouko had met Yuman. Eventually, there came a point where you two did as you have done now, and agreed to raise your surrogate "daughters" together."
Placing the tray on the shitty bolted-down table, Mami lifted the munchkin off her head and started to cradle her as a, well, baby.
"I would hope so. Sakura-chan may have her faults but being a loving sister-figure was something that was never in question. Isn't that right my sweet little Bebe~?" Playing along Charlotte sprung out of the doll's mouth to bite at the fingers pinching her cheek, before curling around her "mama" like a scarf. Content grumbling could be heard as Worm-lotte sent out her message of witch runes.
"She asked if she ever had to be a despicable little ragamuffin to whip either of them into shape." Walpy translated, a bemused smile growing on her face. Homura nodded her head back and thought about her many past experiences with the little heathens.
"There was a short time where Charlotte and Yuma thought of a way to prank the two of them into thinking they vanished; she set her labyrinth to hide in the trees at the park and they waited to see how long it'd take for you two to notice. Once you did, you both went into a near frenzy and soon hunted down every witch, familiar and magical girl in the vicinity. The little ragamuffin's in question teared up when they saw how worried they made the two veteran moms."
Pleased with herself Homura soaked up the giggles and guffaws of Madoka, Sayaka, and Walpy while the other "family of three" had embarrassed red faces and struggled not to laugh at themselves; 'cuz yeah Kyouko wouldn't lie to herself and not admit that she'd probably lose her shit with Mami too if that ever happened. Based on how tightly Mami was hugging Charlotte and the little whispers she caught between the two, they'd come to that conclusion too.
Stories of how Sayaka held rock concerts instead of orchestras, of how Kyouko would bend over backward to not harm a hair on the blueberry's hair, of how Mami would be the most harmless little doll until something made her lose her "guest", even the stories of how Homura had to pry miniature versions of Kriemhild in times when she confided in Madoka, they all had the girls giggling and smiling on this lazy afternoon.
Kyouko wouldn't trade this life for anything; she finally got to have happy dreams.
some fluff for now, until the plot thickens in DW AU. also u can totally expect witch shenanigans in Tamura stories now. hope u have a good day!
God I love wholesome stuff like this its fucking adorable
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enbyboiwonder · 1 year
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Oh, fuck, I just stumbled upon like the best angsty odaoki song, and it was right under my nose. Love Love Love by Of Monsters and Men. I don’t know how many times I’ve listened to this song, but it came on today and I was like, fuck
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foxfics · 2 years
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The Final Bow
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Pairing: The Phantom (Erik) x Christine
Warnings: Major character death, guns
A/n: I couldn't help but write this. AMAZING PLAYS, GO WATCH THEM
Summary: Erik had made many foolish decisions in his lifetime. But when he saw the gun, how it pointed past his waist, at the love of his life and his son, he had already made it.
Erik had never felt as much fear as he did in this moment, watching Meg cry out her desperation as she held his son over the dock’s edge. One wrong move, and Gustave would be in the water. One wrong move his entire future with his family would be gone. “No, don’t do that, girl!” He begged over Christine’s cry as Meg held Gustave on the edge, “Please!”
But she let him go. Gustave rushed past him, into the safety of his mother’s arms. “Now that I’ve got your attention at last…” Meg quietly sang, “Here’s the big finish and then you can go!!”
Gun.
Erik had made many foolish decisions in his lifetime. But when he saw the gun, how it pointed past his waist, at the love of his life and his son, he had already made it. Erik lunged, letting out a roar he didn’t even know he had in him. A roar that could barely be heard over the firing of a bullet. And suddenly, he wasn’t lunging forward anymore. If anything…He was stumbling back, gripping his stomach as his music flowed out of him.
“No!” Came a scream, from Meg or from Christine he couldn’t identify. But he was suddenly on the ground, laying against the dock. “Get away from him!!” Christine… “Madame giry, get help! Quickly!!” She begged, gathering the broken, bleeding man in her arms.
“Father!” Gustave cried, “Where’s father?!”
“Gustave…Your father..”
“Christine, no…” Erik choked. He couldn’t have his son despise him in his final moments.
“I know, I promised…But I can’t let him be blind to you…He has to know the truth…” She cried, gently caressing his face and neck. He cried gently, resting his head against her heart as she told Gustave the truth…
“No…No!” Gustave replied, shaking as he held his mother’s hand tight.
“Look with your heart, not with your eyes…the heart understands, the heart never lies…”
But Gustave didn’t reply, except for stumbling back and running away. Christine called out for him, desperate before turning back to Erik. “My angel…” She cried, holding his head tight and kissing his temple. He felt relaxed in her embrace, gently reaching up to grip her shoulder.
“Once upon another time…” He sang, voice choked as the song left him. One final song, for Christine. “Our story had only begun…I had a taste of joy…The most I ever knew…”
“And now there isn’t any time…And somehow our story is done…” Christine sobbed against his mask. “What about the boy…What am I to do…”
Erik smiled softly, “Just love…Just live…Just give what you can give…And take the love that you deserve…”
“Oh..Christine…” Erik murmured, “Come closer…I beg you…” She held him tighter, sitting along the dock as he laid in her arms. “Remember…” He told her softly, “Love never dies…”
She held his hand, cradling his head as she sobbed. “Don’t die…” She begged him, “Don’t die, my angel…”
“Kiss me…One last time…” He asked. She nodded, bringing her lips down into the gentlest kiss they had ever shared, a soft sob shared between them. Erik hoped his song had found it’s rightful place, as the last of his music flowed from him. 
He had heard her sing for him…That was all he wanted…
Raoul found them when Gustave brought him. Christine laying beside The Phantom of the Opera, screaming for him to come back...
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retquits · 1 month
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save me winter elliott stardew valley... winter elliott stardew valley save me......
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