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[missyy032]

[kotarh]

illusive memory

close-ups under the cut

I headcanon Alaudi was an aristocrat hence here I gave him a young noble-ish coiffed formal hairstyle

regarding this ⬆️ man, he's my OC, a Simone's right hand, named Marcello Geraci

[tridenopmoth]

Hello I almost made a minecraft resource pack that replaces chicken with Bongy from Limbus company

Yes, before that I was just making a model, but now it's fully in minecraft I have problems with animations because they need to be written as code, and I don't want to (or rather I can't)

But here are some of the processes of working on the resource pack (as soon as I'm done with the animations, I'll give you download access)

[ratscullion]

The Horus Heresy Horussy

[1000fingers]

Nova V’ger, Arthur Lester, Stanely Parable, Misfortune Ramirez Hernandez, The Long Quiet, and Daisy Thistleheart should have a support group for people with gods or other forms of powerful beings or narrators in their head

[argentinacareta]

[lightlycareless]

spoilers for next chapter. :) might or may not change some things.

You didn’t want to make it about yourself.

You really didn’t want to take Mariya’s decision, her happiness, and taint it with your feelings.

But when she not only admitted that, but confirmed she planned to keep the baby, it’s like all you were tightly holding onto suddenly escaped your grasp, quickly coming undone, her words sharply stabbing your heart over and over again, deeper each time, as the loneliness of your future reality began to settle in your mind.

Mariya is leaving.

And the thought of it hurt you so, so much, you could only allow the one thing you didn’t want to happen, and make it about yourself.

“Y/N!” she cries upon seeing the sorrowful manner in which you shut your eyes, lips trembling before gasping and finally sobbing. Mariya closes the gap between the two, intending to comfort you.

“I’m not—I’m very happy, I really am—” but you stop her, shaking your head and nimbly wiping the tears away from your cheeks, yet unable to move past the overwhelming sorrow of her imminent departure. “But I—I—I can’t believe you’re leaving!”

Mariya’s heart squeezes with sadness, instinctively taking you into her arms as she states the one thing she supposed would make you happy, only to be disappointedly ineffective, because even if your heart desired her to say— 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I—I’ll see what I can do, I don’t care what Meiko says—”

You still wanted her happiness.

“No, Mariya—” you gasp, shaking your head against her embrace, tears soaking your cheeks once more. “I can’t do that to you!”

Because who were you to revoke her decision? One that you now saw for what it was, past the initial shock and sadness, settled in the glint of her eye: Mariya’s excitement for sharing this wonderful news with you, looking forward to her new future… and the family she’s forming with her loved one.

“... I won’t act like this wasn’t unexpected, unplanned, it really just… happened.” Mariya begins, hoping that by her words you’ll find a sense of comfort or understanding—while disclosing what she truly felt when the verdict came down on her. “But if you think about it, do these things ever get planned?”

She chuckles, and you smile, even though you couldn’t neither agree nor deny her words—yet, you still supposed that for those that wanted a family, whenever it happened was perfect timing.