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candy-scythes

Puppeteer concept that I might remake

candy-scythes

Cw: Ommetaphobia

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵'𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓭

reynisxxsimart

15 years after Panama, Nathan begins to forget the face of his older brother Sam.

loveydovey348

Nathan and Sam in libertailia

Right before he find out Sam is a big big fat liar :/

I replayed uncharted 4!! After playing the first 3 ! We neee Charlie cutter back like right now 🙏🙏

ophanonymous

i never had much use for a name. names are for people who want to be remembered. me? my existence is like the gravity of time.

duologan

something something light study??

ophanonymous

stranger danger

duologan

pov you found a wet sad dog on the street

deerwatching

kingsman could’ve really been cooking with gas if eggsy was a chav girl. rest of plot unchanged just chav eggsy would have done miracles

rillball

phone drawing cus i needed this out of my headd

zeorigir

Happy Wedding, Happy 12th Anniversary for Outlast Whistleblower !!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

starfleetcowboy

"we're not those kids anymore" and suddenly you are ten years old and your mother has died and left you with a man who doesn't care for you, or for your brother, so you have to care for him yourself.

"we're not those kids anymore" and suddenly you are eighteen years old and spinning your little brother around by the waist, worrying about the fresh bruise by his eye and about how little he seems to weigh. eighteen years old and helping him scramble up all the walls and fences his little legs are too short for, always there to catch him when he needs you. eighteen years old and putting yourself between him and the muzzle of a gun, because of course, of course, of course.

"we're not those kids anymore" and suddenly you are alone in a prison cell, watching the years of your life tick by – your thirtieth, your fortieth, blink and you'll miss 'em. and who knows who you are when you are stuck in here, but you remember who you used to be, and you remember your brother, and you remember the life the two of you built together when everyone else had already failed you.

"we're not those kids anymore" and suddenly you are old – old enough that your joints hurt, old enough that you should probably know better. old, and still helping your little brother scramble up walls, and fences, and cliffsides, and still catching him when he needs you. old, and still putting yourself between him and the muzzle of a gun, and this time taking the bullet.

"we're not those kids anymore" and maybe he's right, but it sure doesn't feel like it, so maybe you didn't get the memo, because doesn't he still need you? and don't you still need him? and isn't everything still the same as it used to be?