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dark-night-hero · 14 days
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"So it's true! You and her- Guizhong were a thing. Then what the hell does that make me Morax?!" "Can you just drop it of? We're in a hurry." He was tired. And their friend was in danger. "No! Knowing you'll be out there to save your other lover, tell me the truth Morax! Is it true?!" It was the same topic of argument for some time now. He had been denying it over and over again, he just cannot seem to understand why you kept insisting even after hearing him say that was not the case. And he was getting tired of it.
Guizhong was just a friend and that very same friend is now in danger if they do not arrive at rhe right time and here he is getting hold up because of your questions. And knowing you would not let him go even if he were to deny it because that was the truth. Maybe he should give in for now to avoid further more questioning and leave as fast as he can so he could come back to you in now time, knowing that he could easily resolve the misunderstanding and his lies. "You know what. It's true. Now if you just get out of the way, I need to save her." "Wha-what? Wa-wait! Morax-!"
He did not mean to be harsh than he already is. He was just mad, mad because he saw no reason why you should get jealous of a friend, a common friend of yours. Mad because he was running late and a little more than to it could possibly result the death of a dear friend. At the same time, he was mad at himself for leaving that way. But he knew he could always explain when he came back into you. The two of you could always sort it out after the battle like you two always does.
So why? So why in the world- celestia were everything was on fire. And you were in the middle of it, leaning on your weapon for support, blood running down all the way from your temple into your chin. It was not just that. You are bleeding, bleeding all over. Why. Why why why why why? Just what the hell happened in here?
"Don't come." You utter, despite the fact that you could barely stand, you painfully look forward to your lover... heh, can he still be called a lover when he already admitted that he betrayed you? "Some..." you pant. "Some beings came into the city while you were away... hahh, I manage to defend the city until all the people manage to flee but- cough! Hahh, the god manage to escape."
"No. No no no no no." It was getting hard to breathe, nevertheless you should see Morax from afar, running towards you. "Bastard- I told you not to come he-!" You stagger forward, for a moment losing consciousness, still, you embrace yourself with the thought of you hitting the ground. But you never did.
"Let go." "It was a lie. There was no one else." "Morax- I said-" "I was in a hurry, I did not mean to say those words. Guizhong was only a friend. Believe me. God- Celestia. There is no one else. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't leave me." He was hugging, cradling you in his arms. His tears rolling down his cheeks, into your own but you were feeling quite numb to notice that.
"It's..." You tried to hold up a hand but you could only feel the pain and the more it drains you. In the end you could only hold on into his arm. "It's okay... you don't have to lie to make me... feel better." You tried to smile to make him feel better, so why does it look like he was about to lose his whole world? "No. No please. It's nothing like that. I was a fool, I am a fool. Please believe me there is no one else but you. (First name). Please."
You knew he was talking, you can see him talking despite how things were slowly starting to go blurr, you can hear a few words but cannot seemed to focus on it when there is a high pitched ring that makes you unable to focus on what he was saying. Also, "It's cold." You mumble, fighting everything you can to stay conscious.
"Fuck!" Morax can feel your body slowly but surely cooling down. Suddenly his heart dropped as he panicked, he was getting anxious. He felt fear for the first time in his life. "Hold on, please hold on." He tried, he tried his best to fix you with his powers but it was no avail. You have so many wounds, you have already lost a lot of blood. You were dying all ago. "Fuck." He cursed once again. "Fuck, fuck! I told you to hold on (First name)!" He was getting mad again.
Morax felt like he was going mad, he felt like he was about to get crazy. Specially when he saw you starting to close your eyes. He felt a shiver down his spine. "Don't you dare close your eyes (First name)!" Not like this, not when you seemed to sure that he never loved- love you. "Fuck!" His amber iris were glowing with that presence of a dragon. "Don't you dare fell asleep (First name). I'm begging you please-?" He felt a light squeeze on his arm.
"Its.. okay." Taking your last breath, Morax felt the heavy weight of your now dead body in his arms. Your hand falling to your side as your head rest in his chest. At that very moment a rain drop fell from the sky, Morax arms were trembling yet still manage to pull you closer to him as if trying to find a little warmth. "Hah, hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHA."
That day, the dragon lost his mate. His one and only mate as his anguish cries were heard all throughout their land.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°
: bye, may klase pa ko ng alas quatro sa hapon.
: Also, why is it always zhongli who become the victim of my angst ideas. Tho I might make a same promt with ???
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Diluc: *Massacring Fatui loyalists by the hundreds*
Columbina: What do we do with him?
Arlecchino: Why don't I want him dead?
Sandrone: He looks like he needs therapy... should we give him therapy?
Pantalone: I think he's cute
Capitano (Crepus): Indeed. Therapy it is.
Signora: I'll go with whatever the Regrator says (Inspired by the fact that I HC her as having a soft spot for him because he looks like he could be the child of her and her husband)
Diluc: *Confused as fuck but now covered in blood*
Adelinde and Elzer: *Concerned*
(Pulcinella, Pierro and Dottore were excluded on purpose)
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moostelid · 1 year
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Ok, hear me out:
A story where himbo Tartaglia adopts all the hydro users in Mondstadt and Liyue and everyone else assumes the worst bc he’s sus as hell.
He alerts the authorities that he’s heading to Mond to check up on Signora’s troops after she perishes.
“He’s a harbinger! They have people for that. Surely he has to be up to something.”
Childe buys Mona something to eat because he’s a mother hen. Childe goes out of his way to tell someone after he notices a young girl—Barbara—is being stalked by older men, not knowing that she’s Jean’s baby sister.
“But he has to know who she is. He can’t be that stupid. They have reports on everyone of interest & those close to them surely.”
He didn’t bother to read the reports bc he chose to spar with the Traveler like the battlesexual himbo he is.
“Surely he’s planning something??? Right??”
Everyone is on high alert bc surely the 11th harbinger, best known for his batshit behavior, has to be plotting something. He must be trying to worm his way into people’s good graces. And then… he does what he said he came to do, and he just leaves. Everyone (except the people he befriended) are left baffled.
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xurniaa · 1 year
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Diluc sketch cuz this man is too hot
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dabislittlemouse · 15 days
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♡¸.•*' thinking of dabi slowly realising what he feels about his angel is beyond possession or any dark twisted desire that he used to think of, it is a deep intense feeling that he’s never experienced before, something that frightens him to the core and makes his chest burn, and this time not from his quirk, he’s used to those kind of burns, he wishes it were those kind of burns, he can at least control them somehow, he can endure the physical burns.. but when the heart burns, that’s when he loses control, the only fire he is suddenly afraid of, and you are the fuel to it…
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pipnchips202 · 3 months
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slightly dark/unhinged jason grace au where he keeps suffocating monsters by either keeping air from getting into their lungs or filling them with dirty air and every time they collapse with a wheeze before turning to dust leo is eerily reminded of his mother inhaling the smoke of their burning shed
maybe one day jason even does this with an empousa and as she falls to her knees clutching her throat her brown hair and eyes look a little too much like esperanza valdez to leo and he hates it, but is it fair to tell jason to stop using his powers when he’s doing it all to save them?
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jimmawww · 9 months
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Fave Save Points
Resident Evil
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Daymare: 1994 Sandcastle
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Ico
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Shadow of the Colossus
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Silent Hill 3
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Signalis
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No More Heroes
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Metroid Prime
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Ape Escape
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Nier: Automata
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Dark Souls
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Metal Gear Solid
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Tunic
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Kingdom Hearts 2
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Cave Story
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Tales of Symphonia
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Castlevania: Symphony of the Night
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Little Witch Nobeta
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Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones
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GTA: San Andreas
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Undertale
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OneShot
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Hollow Knight
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Need For Speed: Rivals
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Onirism
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F.I.S.T.
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Dust
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Earthbound (worst)
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clownjacket · 2 months
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Spoilers for FHJY Episode 9 again:
Yes I am desperately clinging to the rat grinders being normal jackass teens and the dead god being an unnamed goddess/nightmare king situation more than an evil world destroying force, but what if WHAT IF part of the reason they’re trying to bring the god back is because of the trick it pulled with the anti-revive spell on Lucy’s ribs. Which must also be what stopped her from going to the afterlife of her Goddess. What IF the only way to break the anti-revive spell is to make the dead god’s name knowable to mortals again, which can only happen if the god is brought back. The god possessed Lucy, it didn’t work, so it possessed her friends to kill her and trap her ghost in purgatory with a curse, a curse that can only be broken if the god is brought back. Because the Ratgrinders ARE actually friends and DO want Lucy back, the god knew this would force their hand and make them bring it back. Arthur Augfort clearly has NO problem straight up murdering innocent good people and trapping them in hell for the sake of bringing students back (Gorgug), so The Ratgrinders are fully justified in believing they won’t get kicked out of school and still get good grades and escape jail even with the murders for Lucy if whatever god their reviving doesn’t destroy the world. And obviously this god being ‘brought back’ is tied to Cassandra being brought back, so of COURSE Kristen and The Bad Kids would be on their radar.
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crimzonstudioz · 3 months
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A gentle light soaring softly
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yxorul · 3 months
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The PJM rot is real. Anyways some Terrible Trio before exams lol 🌘🐱‍👤🤖
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I love em, they're silly lil guys doing their silly lil shenanigans😌 >>> Villain AU for the the Trio & concept art for the masks totem HQ
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AU info: > H!Luna, H!NightNinja, and H!Romeo go to the same private school > H!Romeo lives in his lab, no one is at his actual house. It gets lonely. > H!Luna has a house, she prefers the moon though > H!NightNinja lives at Mystery Mountain > After freeing H!Munki-gu from from being a statue, he helps train the Ninjas at Mystery Mountain > The totem was not maintained well by the community > Owl, Panther, and Gator vandalized the totem
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dark-night-hero · 6 months
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Imagine ever since you and Itoshi Rin broke up, one of the things he stopped doing was to look at the crowd, as well as he stopped kissing the ring on his chain necklace.
Imagine the way he no longer pay attention to the crowd. Don't get him wrong, he loves attention in one way or another or maybe not, but he loves your attention even more. So he just stops, he stops looking at the crowd before and after game knowing you won't be in the front row screaming and cheering for him. He knows. He knows because he knew your voice in the crowd. And he hates it, he hates that he yearns for your voice among the crowd of cheers he has.
Imagine the way even after your break up, he would unconsciously hold on into his now non existence necklace. The one he harshly ripped off his neck the same night the two of you broke up, the same night were things that shouldn't have said were exchange. The same night he ripped off the chain necklace that holds your couple rings and throw on somewhere in the apartment right in front of you. The same night you left with tears rolling down your face.
Imagine the way he hates it. He hates the way he would unconsciously reach out to hold on into the ring on his necklace only to find it wasn't there. That that was the same ring he had thrown out somewhere. That same ring he would kissed as a sign of dedication that the goal was for you and only you. He hates it, he regret it.
Imagine after a long day at the field, as he find himself in his lone apartment, looking anywhere and everywhere in his apartment looking for something. Looking for the damn ring he had thrown away out of anger and frustration. "Fuck." Where the hell did it go? "Fuck fuck fuck." He mumbled, throwning things here and there still looking for it. "The hell." He grit his teeth out of frustration. Then he sat down on the floor, arms on his knees as he ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration.
Imagine as he sat there, something caught his eyes. Something shining in the corner, without missing a beat, he reach out to it. Underneath the cabinet was the ring with a string of metal thin chains. As soon as he found it, he let out a sigh of relief, like a missing piece finally found again. His hand clenched around the ring, his heart painfully throbbing on his chest as he finally admitted, "I miss you." "I miss you so fucking bad."
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°
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vertigoartgore · 11 days
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90's Spawn promotional poster by Todd McFarlane & Ken Steacy.
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1998da · 4 months
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🪐🌝🌚⭐️🌙💫
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blackmetalsnake · 7 months
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2020 The Listener of the Dark Brotherhood for Repostober
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I love the idea, but I don't like realization :1 When I have time I want to redraw this art
WHERE IS THE HUMP ON HIS NOSE???
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kelpiemomma · 9 months
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forgive the random idea, but I was thinking about how much I love stories about people with power and in power, able to destroy lives and countries without a thought, being immeasurably strong and deadly... Being so soft and gentle towards their child.
Ingo being a god, a god who's been around for millenia. He's seen nations rise and fall, people come into and out of power. He's been revered and feared and forgotten and renamed. He's lived inthe heavens and on the earth. He's been mortal as an immortal, living a human life before dying and returning to godhood. He is old and tired and powerful. He has caused forest fires and destroyed mountains. He has provided bountiful harvests and life saving rains.
And then one day a child is left on the floor of his temple. A pair of wanderers stayed the night, and with nothing else to their names they left their infant behind. Ingo has no idea who they were, barely noticed that they had lingered, but the disturbance of the child left behind - a taste of innocence that lingers on his tongue, like the breeze over a wheat field and the cleanliness of a newborn - has him going to see what was left.
He's never had a child left as an offering, as payment. Sacrifices? Yes. But this one is still alive. She is so small, her eyes so big, and she looks at him without fear. He can't remember the last time he was looked at without fear, without blind devotion. He hesitates to touch her, not sure how to be gentle, and she reaches out first. She grabs his finger and begins to chew on it.
And Ingo is lost.
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thenightisland · 10 months
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thinking about the fairy tale trope of a kiss from your true love having magical properties and how often these kisses are used to wake up characters who are asleep or in some state of suspended animation or give them back something they lost. thinking about fitz walking around half-forged and detached from his own emotions until the fool kisses him and gives him back all of those memories and emotions effectively “waking him up” again and giving him back something he'd lost. and by thinking i of course mean i am screaming incoherently.
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