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The more despair I endure in life, the more I love Frodo. I'm just. I'm so glad that Tolkien wrote him like that. He was a hero and it broke him. He was given too much to carry. The circumstances were dire, everyone was doing the best they could, and Frodo tried so hard, for such a good cause, and he...broke. And the narrative has pity for him, the characters show him kindness. Even after victory, his hurts did not heal, and it isn't considered his fault. He must go to the undying lands, to seek out peace there. In universe, he is forgiven for being human - don't be pedantic - and his great torment is recognized. He fell. He could not have done it alone. He is still a hero.
And, I think that's important.
Coexisting With The Fair Folk Who Have Taken Up Residence In/Around/Beneath Your University: A How-To Guide
See more of my comics here, and my art here!
Whole bunch of lore/things I couldn’t fit/everything I love about the overlap in superstition and General College Weirdness below the cut-
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Flow, Ghost, Infinity, Terra 1.1
Delyth Parks felt a small tremor, the vibrations growing in intensity every second. There were rarely earthquakes here and even when there were, they were small and insignificant, often ignored by the occupants of below.
“The here’s going on?” Jade Halsey appeared from around a corner, hair ruffled and hazel eyes blown wide. So it wasn’t just Dee who felt it. “Dunno, maybe the Titans are causing a ruckus downstairs,” Dee suggested sarcastically, her Irish accent making it seem even more so.
Jade rolled her eyes, “Your sarcasm is noted. Anyway, I sense it’s coming from the fountain.”
“What? I thought it was drained years ago.”
“My senses aren’t wrong, if it was the Titans, pretty sure it would have much weaker than this.”
Jade was right about the fountain being the source but there was something unusual about this particular earthquake(besides its abnormally strong intensity).
The closer they had gotten to the fountain, the weaker the vibrations became and it happened to be full of blood as it did long ago.
“Ok, this is getting weird,” Jade said and Dee noticed some bubbles appearing near the edge. Something was rising from it but what or who was it?
A tuft of hair appeared first then a face, arms, legs, and soon enough, there was an entire body floating in the blood fountain but whoever it was, they weren’t drenched in it. In fact, they looked perfectly dry.
The girls dragged the body out of the fountain, confirming it to be a boy in his teen years, possibly a tad younger than they were(looks-wise, at least), with brown hair tied into a ponytail and bangs covering his left eye.
Dee placed a hand on his chest and almost immediately retracted it in shock. “What’s wrong, Dee?” The redhead could only mutter four chilling words...
“He... he has a heartbeat.”
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My Unrequited Love
My Unrequited Love https://www.inkitt.com/stories/romance/919724
This story is thanks to a friend who passed his idea and together we come up with ideas to how to write it. :)
Blind people must save a lot on electricity.
You know what I know. I’m making an au again.
😭😭 I think they would just-
original photo:
My Ao3 account gets invited on February 15th- meanwhile I will write on a document and wait patiently…
All of mah WIPs rn- I’m gonna finish them soon pls do not copy!
Step by step- how I draw these goofers
Original photo:
I want them to be happy X3
That stupid badnik >:((
Some of it is hard to read.. here it is 👇
panel 1- *looking through the shopping mall*
panel 2- “you see that blue hedgehog over there? I’m gonna ask him out.”
“But what about the person next to him? What if he’s the blue hedgehog’s boyfriend?”
“oh please, there’s no way someone that hot is gay.”
“… if you say so.”
panel 3- *stupid so still browsing shops*
“look at those chili dogs~”
‘too hot to be gay huh?’
panel 4-
“do you wanna- whoa!”
‘WGAT-‘
‘yay’
panel 5- *brain stopped* ”so, babe. Where do you wanna go first?”
panel 6-
“oh! Uh- I- let’s- that way!”
“…”
“Told ya.”
Swapped AU sonic :D (I’m writing it rn I’ll post as soon as Ao3 lets me in)
ignore the math around him I did it on my test paper
TAILS REACTION AT THE END ALWAYS HAS ME LAUGHING HDJHFJGNGHFHF
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AAAAAAAA
Sonic controls them all 🔥🔥
@sonadowcentral, tbh I think Fragmented!Sonic would actually say these quotes from Sonic Prime :3
He got his tongue back 😛
This is from chapter 21 of Tides Of Chaos, made by @lightninghikaru!! I made a little section of it, probs gonna make more if you approve. Like, if I’m not allowed to do this, I’m defo gonna take it down, please just tell me!! Sorry about the bad quality and lazy drawing; I am lacking a lot of motivation.. Hope yall like it!
And also heads up- I never drew eclipse or the black arms before, and I have no idea what the markings on Sonic are supposed to look like when he touches a chaos emerald- so I’m very sorry if I got them wrong :3
Guys.. what if we just slap squid game and sonic together.. to make a new au?
fanart for @sonadowcentral !!
I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR AU SO MUCH RN I HOPE IT KEEPS GOING BECAUSE IF IT DOESNT IM GOING TO STARVE-
Also in case you actually see this, where could I find your main blog? I saw that this was your side blog but I couldn’t find any info about your main blog!! Anyone else who knows PLEASE TELL ME 🙏
To Adora, From Elliott
To the little girl, I used to be do you remember all those nights when you would stay awake Thinking up all those far away dreams You would stare up at the ceiling planning out how you would do it all
All those years you spent taking care of everyone else Watching your siblings, making sure that they had the childhood you never had. Giving up on all those dreams you had made for yourself Handing them over to your siblings, thinking that maybe they could let them grow. Planning on becoming their superhero, Ready to save their day, Shielding them from all the screaming, The sharp words being thrown like knives. Giving them a haven from the flying fists and broken doors.
But darling I promise you Your life will not have been wasted. I will following your footsteps saving the kids from those monsters that lurk around them. I will keep themself, and make sure they grow
Remember all those nights you would make promises Between you and the world outside that shitty apartment window Telling yourself it would get better, rehearsing it so much it was branded in your heart and brain Telling yourself those thoughts would go away That you could wake up And be the perfect daughter You would wake up and be a girl and believe it Your body would no longer feel so wrong
Spending all those nights and early mornings Praying to that god you were so hopelessly clinging to Begging him to make it all make sense Those thoughts stuck circling in your head All the worries and fears that had kept piling up Tangling themselves together
you were right when you said you’d never see twenty-seven You weren’t even able to see yourself as a teenager The image always seemed so far off, Just out of reach a dream you always had each night but always leaving in the morning light Leaving you with just tiny pieces of it.
You had been off by a few years though There was never a sweet sixteen for you No birthday presents and a new car. You had been long gone before that.
You had barely seen fourteen, Eighth grade was your last. But I think you knew that. I think you had come to terms, Knowing that you would die soon. But that’s how you were always giving, giving, and giving. So I guess it wasn’t that big of a surprise.
What would you think of me now if you saw who you became Would you be proud? Proud that I finally found myself That I had finally realized who I was Would you be happy? Happy that I had made it this far, That I was able to finally make it to sixteen, even though you didn’t?
Because for me to make it, You had to die, I had to kill every part of you. I had to be the one to hold that pillow over your head, I still have the scars from those scratches you gave me. I carry them like war paint, showing the world how I was born.
I had to burn that name you carried for years, Burning it to ashes, spreading them to the world. The name you carried on your back like a shield or a burden Depending on how you looked at it.
I cut off those beautiful brown locks that you loved. Those curls littered the floor of the bathroom, while chopped them off with some old kitchen shears. That beautiful brown color was bleached and turned any color besides that natural tone.
Your skin that was then envy of your family I covered in scars and marks, making it match the way we both had felt. Making your family no longer love it, turning it into something they no longer wanted to see.
I took the breasts that you had always hoped for, And had chopped them off, leaving your chest barren and scarred making it easier for me to live, no longer have those things as a reminder as to who you used to be, while it had made you cry out in shame, for you had lost the things you had been hoping would make you feel as if you belonged in your skin.
but my dear adora, I hope you realize that nothing I had done to this body, that was once yours, was in malice or hatred. it was just something I had needed to do, for me to live happily. please remember I’ll love you forever, my little girl of grey. rest well knowing will live this for the both of us, taking those chances you never did.
always and forever, Elliott Mars Parker.
Take this body I'm imprisoned in,
This prison of flesh and fat
encasing me in something that feels so foreign
these breasts, that still haunt me
always stuck on my chest
reminding me no matter what
That this prison I live in is still female.
Take this skin I wear.
That's not light enough for it to be white.
but too white to be black
this skin that’s made of nightmares and scars
reminding me of all these nightmares, I've lived through.
Take these hands that are so rough and cracked.
Never to be soft enough for any of my lovers
where these jagged nails
are torn enough to rip and tear my cracked skin
Take my hair that’s too white.
To hold these curls of my ancestors
but still too black for my mother's beautiful red locks
take my voice.
That still shakes and cracks at the words,
I've had trapped in my throat.
Burning it raw and ragged
Making it so any words that I still manage to speak
are caked in the blood and pain
of the effort, it took to let me free.
if today was my last
If today was my last How would I spend it? would I take in all the little things, gathering all those little details that I have always missed, my head has always been too full of all these things that keep me up at night. Or would I still just float through it all Still just a shell of the kid I once was, all the vibrancy and wonder having left years ago.
Would I go to the library? to collect a few last lines Letting them live on the tip of my tongue. only to set them free with my last breath. letting the feeling of ink on the page, be the last thing my fingertips will feel. the smell of paper and secrets, invading my senses and welcoming me home at last.
Would I go to the school that has hallways I have haunted? having drifted through them, my eyes empty and my brain always too full with all those thoughts. stopping in the classes to whisper a few final goodbyes even though nobody would notice or hear me pausing the disorder and energy in those hallways, for just a few moments, finally letting myself take it all in.
would I go to the forest wherein the deepest part I could lie on its soft grass floor, in the utter calm of it letting my lungs finally breathe in the crisp air, the feeling of its coldness expanding within them. closing my eyes for the last time, finally letting myself feel at peace and safe, hearing the bird's singing floating around me, their cries being the last thing I will ever hear.
My last words will be uttered so softly that not even the wind would hear them, when they escape this prison of my mind, floating away with my final exhale. My last breath will flow out feeling free for the first time, escaping into the world seeing it all.
child of grey
My father was of ebony. My mother of ivory I am the child of grey. Not enough ebony to be of my father To little ivory to be with my mother
My heart was of half-ice. A cold so unfeeling So a cold almost to the point of burning, never enough feeling to care my head half of snakes calculating and cruel always planning and waiting for the perfect moment to strike
My heart is made of half gold. Tender and caring beautiful and full of love, perfect to suit you my head half made of fire burning hot, always craving for something to fuel it unpredictable and starving for its next game
I am the child of grey. With the head of flame and scales calculating and unpredictable, Ready to strike and always to keep you on edge. And my heart of ice and gold blinding you with its beauty, while slowing killing you with its burning ice
i love you
I have loved you since We were young. barely old enough to even understand what love even was. the feeling of pure and utter devotion I had felt for you before I fully realized How much love would ruin me. How much it would kill me Tearing me apart, never letting me go Stealing away my heart, never giving it back
be proud
You tell me to SPEAK UP. To be "proud of my words" Let them out into the world. Stand behind them, ready to defend them with my life. And my entire being and soul
but how am I supposed to be "proud" of my words when I haven't even learned how to be proud of my self
how am I supposed to be "proud" Of these words I say. When I've learned that they don't even matter They get shot down and ignored. Before they even got the chance to be spoken.
How am I supposed to be "proud" when I've seen how you react To the thoughts, I've put out. Putting my heart and soul into them and then getting to watch you kill them
to the sea
Take me to the sea. Where the air is crisp, and the smell of salt clings to it. Where the winds pull in the sound of the waves to the shore where I can finally hear them calling my name begging me to join them begging me to follow them into the deepest depths
Take me to the cliffs. where I can see the whole world in front of me with the deep sapphire sea stretching out to the horizon where it finally ends on the cliffs where the winds whip around me whispering those words of encouragement beckoning me to the edge telling me to take those last few steps To let those jagged rocks at the bottom welcome me home.
Take me to the forest. Where the trees swallow all the light leaving only the darkness to call my name inviting me to explore The air seems to be alive, swirling around me. Calling to me telling me to rest coaxing me to let the darkness and all the creatures in To let them devour me, control me. To guide me and welcome me home