#different timelines

[sausage015]

sorcerer of the sea but different timelines

I hope the quality didn't get fried

I actually drew this a week ago but I decided to post this on the last day of my finals (finally)

I can’t believe I have time to be more unemployed now yay :D

[foxsoulart]

Untwins your disaster (lazily)

[a-hermit-pining]

A World Unmade

AN: This is my writing experiment because I yearn for LOTR feels. Also please do let me know if having 2 different reader and LI timelines in one story is confusing and not doing it.

Pairing: Zayne x fem reader, Caleb x gn reader (more in future chapters)

Genre: fantasy

Ingredients: oh boy, this can't be broken down but there is happy ending because Tolkien 🤝

Summary: Worlds come undone at the slightest shift. A breath held too long. A promise broken in silence. A name whispered when it should have been forgotten. Some are driven to madness by grief. Others are shackled by oaths, long forsaken, made to gods who no longer speak… but still remember.

And yet, there is beauty where once there reigned only tears. In ruin, something begins to bloom. In sorrow, the faint pulse of hope endures. Even broken things remember how to shine.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

(I do not own any of these characters)

Second Age, Year of 735

I have not uttered your name in a century. Not even in the sweet dreams that turn to nightmares upon waking have I allowed myself to call upon you.

I am afraid, terrified, of unleashing whatever your absence left inside me.

I fear just the taste of your name on my lips might undo the very seams of my being. That breaking might drive our son into a grief he has only just begun to escape.

Raul deserves one parent, at the very least. You would have wanted me to stay with him. To watch him grow. To be someone who could tell him, truthfully, that he was loved by you, more than life itself.

I have softened my edges. I laugh to please him. I smile so our son sees only joy. He has carried enough sorrow for a lifetime.

The tower flourishes. Strangers from distant lands arrive bearing news. Apprentices come with every passing decade, and all this pleases Raul.

He is of your like. Bright, wild, blooming in the lively halls of our home. Yet, his heart lies where yours once did: out there, in the wide world, chasing adventure.

I hold onto him in paranoia. Your absence has taken all my courage from me. It has left me vulnerable, and too raw to face the world alone.

How do I let go of him? How do I endure another day without a pair of eyes, so painfully like yours, staring back at me from across the dining table?

They say, you await me, in timeless halls, that our souls, bound by our vows will find each other. I hope they are correct.

Do not condemn me, for not saying your name out loud, do not forget me and leave before I come to you.

Yours forever,

Zayne

Second Age, Year of 958

He is gone. Raul is gone. He is GONE.

No note. No goodbye. No time to stop him...no breath to beg.

The tower is quiet. Too quiet. Walls echo with his absence. His chair is still pulled out from breakfast. He didn’t finish his tea. He left his coat. He left me.

He left me.

He left me.

He left, for what?

For what? A quest? A vision? A delusion whispered by a mortal too far gone to name? A fool’s errand sewn together by madness and hope and old, rotted legends?

No victory waits for him. No truth. Just dust. Just death.

And I—I—I did this. I wrapped him in caution like chains. I caged him with love laced in fear. I buried your memory so deep, he had to dig through my silence to find your name.

He thinks I do not feel. He thinks I have no fire left. But I burn...I burn, gods, I burn—

I should have told him everything. Should have told him what your death did to me. What I became in your shadow. What I lost, who I lost, how I—

I see you. In every room now. I hear your footsteps in the corridor. I speak to you like you are here, and sometimes I believe you are. Maybe I’ve gone mad. Maybe I was always meant to.

If you walk in the halls beyond time. If your soul still remembers me, bring him home.

I have no spells left. No prayers. Only my hands, shaking. Only my mouth, screaming your name as the last of my repentance.

Come back, Raul.

Please. Please. Please—

Age of Dawn, Year of 26

Caleb stares down at the now-silent valley.

Corpses litter the field, cooling beneath the open sky. His sword is buried in one of them, slick with drying blood.

His breath comes ragged. Someone had managed to slash his side. It isn't deep, but it lingers. Enough to keep him tethered to his body. Enough to make him feel, every fragment of pain he tries to shut out.

“Slaughter,” he had been commanded. And he bowed to the voice.

His wielder.

What was he, if not a weapon? It was his fate, to be bathed in blood, to answer only to the hand that held him.

Such was the way of his kind: blades forged from clipped souls, bound to serve, not to think.

So the cries of the valley, the stillness of death, the fluttering of a child’s shawl caught on a broken spear, none of it moved his heart.

His gut did not turn. His wrath did not tremble. He was made for this.

And soon, as always, he expected his wielder to return him to the scabbard. To end his thoughts. To take away this awareness, this awful clarity that clung like blood under fingernails.

But the call does not come.

Days pass. He stands, alone, in the blood-soaked field. Waiting.

The sun rises and sets and rises again. The flies come. The rot. The weight of his own body. He waits for the voice, any voice, to summon him.

It never does.

Not until he collapses. Not until his knees buckle and the world vanishes beneath him.

And then—

Warmth. A bed. Clean cloth against his cheek.

And a voice that is not his master’s.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” your face leans over him. Curious, awed and, impossibly human.

Caleb blinks, too weak to move, too dazed to speak.

But the first thing he thinks isn’t Where am I?

It’s: Why didn’t he call me back?

[daemonbug]

This is my design for "Dav", a version of Dark Danny from another timeline that fell through a natural portal into the main timeline. Now he's forced to live and acclimate there in Amity Park under the care of Vlad.

[chaoticprussia]

does russia consider nk as his son/big brother, since he had taken ussr's role of the father for nk ???? idk if your posts are considered shipping

okay bear with me here because i dont know if this sounds insane or not but its normal to me.

NK doesnt see russia as his dad. that role is strictly reserved for soviet. at least soviet was the closest thing he had to a father figure anyway but thats beside the point. and russia doesnt see NK as a son either. bro is way too young for kids.

the closest thing to family russia is. is his adoptive sorta brother? step brother? though because NK was more of a foster kid and not an actual kid of soviets their relationship is up in the air. it really just depends if NK was welcomed into the family and seen as family or kept at arms length in korea and seen more as a charity case. but i like both ideas of them being family in a way or the ship. i kinda go back and forth just depending on how i feel their relationship would be like that day. it depends on if i wanna be nice to NK or not lmao.

the posts are ment to be up for interpretation since i like both ideas. they can be whatever you want. i just really like them. im not gonna put my foot down on one interpretation or the other because i am a man of multitudes. and because countryhumans has no canon so we are all just grasping at straws here. infinite canons.

though rn i am a fan of the sibling-like dynamic. i love you foster kid NK. my beloved grumpy boy.

[lilylovesfoxs]

My OC in different Henry Stickmin endings

Triple threat

Top hat king

Revenged

VH

[bihansthot]

Sareena will also be in mk1…?!?!? As Kameo but still she will be there and I really don’t want to see her and Bihan together. What do you think?

Yeah she’s a Kameo, but if the intros are anything to go by Bi-Han hasn’t been to the Temple of the Elements yet so he’s never interacted with Sareena in MK1. NGL though her design is really cool in this one and I’m trying to work on my jealousy issues, if I can have a second husband then I surely can’t Bi-Han a second wife if he wants one. In my RP side blog that I don’t really use anymore I had a couple short things about being a sister wife with Sareena and honestly the idea doesn’t bother me anymore. They’re still not my favorite couple just because I tend to not go for the “love at first sight” trope but I can totally understand where you’re coming from. I’m just trying to be happy for the people who really wanted Sareena back, they waited a long time too. I guess we’ll have to wait and see if they have any interaction in the game, for now though just try and focus on your timeline :) that’s what I try and do is just focus on my timeline where I have my happy life with Bi-Han and now Syzoth and our kids and everything is peaceful and happy.

[thoughtsaboutsnape]

Severus Weasley AU where him and Lily don't reconcile.....Helloween 1981 .....Sev hears what happened to the Potters

(Link to the Severus Weasley universe to be inserted shortly...follow the tags for now :))

- Severus and Lily tried to reconcile but things were just differen and they drifted apart.

- Severus kept his head down for the rest of his time at Hogwarts, he made a few friends and was generally left alone.

- he wrote regularly to Molly, confiding a lot in her. Arthur regularly sent him owls as well and having this connection helped him greatly. He loved it when Bill sent him riddles and Charlie drew him endless pictures of dragons.

- Lily and James getting together hurt him. Molly had a few choice words to say about Lily and told him he'd find the perfect partner soon enough.

- after Hogwarts, Severus became an apprentice Healer and lost track of Lily & James.

- he occasionally saw Lily in Diagon Alley but they didn't interact. He read the marriage announcement in the paper and found that he didn't feel anything about it. He sent Lily an owl congratulating her but that was it.

- the war kept Severus very busy at St Mungo's, he was into his third busy night shift when he started hearing rumours about an attack on the Potter's.

- he tried to put it out of his mind but he felt a little sick. Eventually he fire-called Arthur who broke the news to him that Lily and James had been killed.

- Severus's emotions were a mess and one of the more kindly senior Healers told him to go home.

- Molly hugged her son tightly.

- in the morning the news about Voldemort's disappearence broke and celebrations began to happen.