People probably already know this…
… But for my fellow Nox likers, TokuSHOUTsu subbed his transformation classroom.
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People probably already know this…
… But for my fellow Nox likers, TokuSHOUTsu subbed his transformation classroom.
An art gifting game
it's time for art fight once again, although this time it's (almost) all original oc's baybee ✨
while i'm glad people like my rain world characters so much, they've already gotten enough attention (aside from the miros, since people sparsely draw them) so this time they're not included, ive also thinned the herd in general.
i'm also most likely going to be drawing less rw oc's, and focus more on random cool creature designs!
edit: ive chosen to also re-list jarven and gaze on art fight, since they've also gotten somewhat sparse art despite being rw oc's, just thought i'd clear it up for people seeing my profile later and wondering about it
City of Angels, Chapter 27
Happy hours for Christine and Erik. No angst, only sunshine and picnics with stuffed deer.
Read now for fluff and rainbows. It'll all go great.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Peter Strahm makes the life-ending mistake of throwing Mark Hoffman into the glass box and locking him inside. But before the walls can finish closing in on him, Strahm wakes up in the same spot, thrown back through time, twelve years in the past. When he meets the younger version of the man who will one day try to kill him, Strahm realises he has the chance to rewrite history and prevent Hoffman from ever going down the Jigsaw path and save himself in the process.
But will doing this get him back to his own time? Or is he destined to remain trapped in the year 1992?
Chapter 1 of my Hoffstrahm time travel fic is up :p
Finrod goes to an unknown death, To live on in our hearts only as a song.
Kpop urls are over, now we have BanDori urls!!! Tis I, Manda, with a new URL, referencing Rinko Bandori (Shirokane Rinko, my favourite Bandori characcter) and Roselia Bandori (Roselia, my fave band)
And yes I think it's funny that my url is a Rinko/Roselia reference when my pfp is of Kanon
The dark figure loomed over him, like a shadow raising from the ground. An echo of the former warrior, now with their cloak torn and disarray, their one arm shaking around their rusty nail as they struggled to stand. Still, they fell to their knees, in the best attempt at a bow that their sorry state could muster. The sight made him chuckle bitterly.
"Even now, after all these years..." He reached out and gently placed his hand on the crook of their shell. "You're still not willing to let go...my child..."
These words made them flinch when they would have never flinched before. Their composure was wavering. When their self was previously hidden under layers of lies and denial, now he could see it plain as day.
He sighed heavily, looking beyond his former knight, at the kingdom that was once his. Now, nothing more than a shell of its former glory. How fittingly it complemented his dim light and his sacrifice's broken self.
"...Hallownest is gone... Our kingdom has fallen..." He looked back down at them, gently rubbing their shell. "There's nothing left to protect, nobody left to benefit from the lies we tell. There's no more use holding onto these shackles I've put on you. You've been suffering for long enough..." He gently cupped their chin in his hands and lifted their head until their eyes met. "So please, my child, let go of them. Let go of me...and live. Live the life I robbed you of."
They shook as they listened to him, dark grey tears slowly dripping down their face and staining the brilliant white shell. They let out a wheeze, something akin to a sob, the best their body could muster. He stepped closer, tenderly wiping their tears away with his thumbs and pressed their foreheads together.
"...Words cannot express how sorry I am...my brave little knight..."