“Are you ever angry?” You ask quietly, head resting in Bakugou’s lap. His thumb pauses where it strokes your cheeks, the far away gaze in his eyes suddenly snapping into focus as he looks down at you. He looks…different than you remembered, before you both were cast out of the pearly gates.
His hair doesn’t shine as bright as it used to, and it falls a little flatter without the halo pulling it up, soft. His eyes still hold that hardened gaze as a battle angel, but they’re deeper now. More sunken in and hollow, the flickering ichor now a stained crimson. His face is scarred and his hands are rough after the fall but he’s just—different.
“About what?” He asks, his lips pursed in confusion. You reach a hand up, stroking over his bottom lip, smooth a hand through his hair. You can almost feel the throbbing light radiating from him, can almost see how broad and ivory his wings would spread and hold you tight to him.
“It all. Everything. The fall.” You whisper, try not to shrink into yourself with the way Bakugou’s lip curls back in disgust. He pulls away from you and you sit up, resting on your knees, looking at him in such a way that his heart pangs in his chest.
His heart, something he’s never had a reason for when he still had his fists bathed in heavenly fire and no ounce of rebellion hidden under sinless skin. It aches in his chest at the mention of life after being kicked out with the only thing he could hold onto—you.
“Why would I miss my thoughtlessness? My inability to make a decision for myself? Why would I miss being a pawn?” Bakugou is all snarls, all snapping teeth and jowls, but it doesn’t scare you. He’s never scared you, even when his gait was limp from the impact of hard soil, and his hands grew rough, and his back grew jagged from ripped feathers.
“I miss it.” You whisper so carefully into the humid night, hands reaching for his own trembling ones. “I want to be holy again, Katsuki.”
He hisses at you, snatching away like you’ve burned him, like you’ve seized his halo and ripped it into two until it split into horns. Looks at you with such heavenly fire burning in his gaze that you want to shrink beneath him.
“Well—well I don’t. Find someone else who will, cause it sure as hell ain’t me.” You wonder who he’s trying to convince here, with his shaky voice and fluttering eyes and trembling mouth. You stare at him for a long while, lips wobbling at the gravity of it all. Your head hangs low, gathering yourself in your arms, head bowed to him—it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.
“Just hold me for now.” You murmur, eyes low as you settle yourself in his arms, forcing your way into his hold. “Please?” You tack on, unafraid of his bite, his snarl, his growl. Bakugou sits there stiffly for what feels like a century, but you’re used to waiting.
He gathers you in his arms slowly, pulling you into his chest, his body covering yours completely. And if you let yourself relax enough, you can almost feel the warmth of his wings surrounding you again.
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Updated feelings on the bad ending for this game.
So someone else mentioned that after this ending and everyone’s replaced with puppets, it’s noted that Pulcinella is different.
I just- Pulcinella was the first to fight the reborn Carlo to protect Venigni. Because he couldn’t protect his parents. Like, Venigni had to watch someone he was close to/his only family left pretty much die by someone who he perceived as a friend. Now I’m just
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feeling in a weird place atm, brought on by having to empty my wardrobes and storage and temporarily clear all the furniture out of my bedroom - I’m looking at all the things I’ve collected over all the years and thinking! Like! Does this represent me! Do I still want to display this!
A strange feeling, like I want to take almost everything down and put it into storage but also like I’m not sure what I want to replace it with, not sure how I really feel about it (do I just feel a little detached in general at the moment or is it truly that I’ve grown past the person I was when each thing came into my life), not sure
I’ve collected so much *stuff* that’s still precious to me and also things that I’m keeping because it would be expensive to replace them but also feeling like. I could get rid of so much of this. Should I. Would it hurt me later if this is just a temporary feeling :P
What I’m probably going to do is wait until my work on my room is done and then assess everything I’m bringing back in.
But strange and dramatic feeling like I’m not that person any more but I don’t feel like I have a concrete (as much as it’s possible to) vision of a new or different thing.
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hey, can I buy prints of your art? and if yes, where?:)
First off anon, I want to say from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being interested in purchasing my art ;;
Short answer: currently there is no place to buy my art, but there will be soon!
Longer answer: At the moment I’ve been spending all my spare time making products for/setting up a shop for my physical work. So very very soon (like hopefully in the next two weeks soon) I will have some of my linocuts, patches, washi tape and sachets for sale!
Sadly this focus has let my digital work fall to the way side. I would love to sell prints of my digital work! But be honest I’ve been stuck debating whether I should host my digital work on inprint or to print it/ship it out myself. (If there are any artists out there with experience in both, feel free to hit me up, I’d love to know what others think!)
This all being said! Something that would help me out ALOT is knowing what people would like prints of! So if anyone has any wants, please reply to this post of shoot me a message so I can know there is interest for that work ;-; <3
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"well you see i was there but-"
"DOOOOOOON'T CARE" - 👹
He calms down eventually!!! Makes sure Hollow got rid of every single one of PK’s killers
Oooooo now that I think about it, I bet he doesn’t think particularly highly of WL when he finds out that she’s ‘taking the coward’s way out’ and ‘abandoning her child when they need her most’ etc etc
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