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[xozenox]

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[skylianstudios]

AFTER PAUSING EVERY 2 SECONDS AT JOKES AND TO ESSENTIALLY LIVE BLOG MY REACTIONS TO IT TO MY HUSBAND, I FINALLY FINISHED THE WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER MUSICAL

THIS ONE!!

GOD I CRIED LIKE A BABY, MY POOR MAYOR X DISTRICT ATTORNEY HEART

Someone please talk to me about this musical, I am a MESS and I will be listening to that second to last song on LOOP

Edit because I didn't realize that the creator is on Tumblr until Just Now? @nine-aetharia

YOUR MIND IS INSANELY POWERFUL AND I AM GENUINELY IN LOVE WITH THIS MUSICAL THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH FOR GIVING US THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ART!!!!

I wasn't joking on YouTube when I said that I'm going to listen to "What Will You Miss About The Dawn?" ON LOOP

[alastorsfuckassuglyassbob]

His beloved will soon be vanished from his train of thought, just a faded memory. Still clinging to him though, he’ll never forget his beloved, his Blitzy…One thousand years have passed, he’ll forget. But never truly, the light inside him still glints, he won’t forget his love all the way.

Stolas can’t help it, he wants to remember, sometimes in his sleep he sees a little vision, but he always wakes up before he can see their true identity.

He misses someone he doesn’t know who he is, or why or what they shared.. 💙❤️

The heart remembers … what the head does not…

Oh, his Blitz… His heart still longs for his true love.

His Blitz is gone...But not erased.

Not from the corners of his soul, not from the embers of his spirit where love once roared like wildfire.

The stars still whisper his name.

[strxberryblxnde]

i love everybody because i love you.

Artwork by @distoontopia

[alexcors]

A Fairy Tale

— It's just a fairy tale. Every child on Azarat had them.

— But not you, — Damian guessed. — Will you read it to me?

Raven turned to him, blinking in confusion.

— What? I read you fairy tales before going to bed.

— Okay, — the demoness shrugged.

Damian settled down on one of the pillows, watching Raven with dark emeralds of his eyes.

— In a world older than the light of the current stars, Happiness lived. Invisible and intangible, it shone with smiles on faces, rang with laughter bells and burned with sparks in ardent hearts. It was a world of people, different, but so similar to us, who lived in creation and harmony. They protected Happiness, and Happiness protected them, filling every human life with a special meaning. And their bond was so strong that even the Gods envied them.

Hungry for power and worship, the Gods came to people with gifts, seduced them with mysteries and sowed trouble, but each time they left with nothing. For what could they offer to those who already had Happiness?

For many years, the Gods searched in vain for a place where Happiness was hidden among people. It seemed that it was always fluttering nearby, dissolved in cheerful songs, heard in a gentle whisper, shining at the bottom of lovers' eyes. It seemed to inhabit every human being, hiding in a weightless mystery that was called the soul. And each person's soul was so big and pure that it would be enough for two.

Finally, realizing this, the Gods fulfilled their worst intentions, tearing in two the soul of each of the people who lived then. And by scattering the pieces so far apart that several lives would not be enough to search for them. Happiness disappeared, the glances went out and the songs stopped. The pleased Gods, seated on gilded thrones, froze in anticipation of human prayers. But they heard only silence and the rustle of footsteps, which carried each person away, in search of the other half of their soul. In search of their Happiness.

— Did they find it?

— I don't know.

— Tt. Then what's the point?

— Probably because the story continued for each person in their own way, — Raven whispered, putting the fairy tale aside, laying down on the pillow next to Damian. — Someone gave up, someone forgot, and someone… just hoped.

— I've never forgotten you, — the assassin breathed softly, pulling the demoness closer, kissing the dark hair on top of her head. — Sweet dreams, hayati.

[harbingers-appointed]

I just thought in a scenario where MC dies in hands of demons against DK, regardless of wheter happened accidentally or on purpose, the only DK's happiness gone foverer, full of pain and anger begins the c̸̡̛̫̥̥̥̾̀̀̄ͅa҈̨̙̲̳̙͇̳̆͂̆͐̍̽͂̔͞o҉̨̭͙̠̖̮̬̯͕̒̓͌̎̍̽͠s҈̟̳̮͎͇̒̔̕͜ a̵̢̟̭̫̯̬҇́͌̀̚ͅn̵̫͈̦̜̏̂͌̕͜ḓ̶̨̲̥̖̲̒̂͋́͞ͅ ď̶̢̤͇̟̖̄͊̾̃̂͠è̵̢̯̖̱͔͎̂̊̕ͅs̴͔̪̳̳͗͐͑̕͜ͅṫ̸̡͇͎͇͉̣̀͌͊̒̔̊̕r̵̲̠̬̥҇͛̀͢ų̶͚̩͌̈́͞c̷̛̮̲̭̠̣̈́͆͢ţ̷̥̳͖͈̩̰̲̉̿̽͛̑̚͡ị̵̧̛̭̫̝͚̿̌o̷͚̪̫͍̠҇́͂͢n̸̢̙̯̗̄̓͐́̀͒̏̚͝

"I won't let anyone take you away from me, darling. We are meant to be together- destined! If any other demon dares to threaten our love, they'll regret it,"

[Oh yes, if someone were to take his darling away or kill them? He would not handle it well at all. He'd set everyone ablaze, but nothing would ever fill that void in his life that your absence leaves... After everything's gone...? He'll try to find a way to get you back, and if he can't? Try to find a way to end his existence.

Without you there is no reason to live anymore.]

[inkspottie]

Henry’s sunshine ☀️

[egg-of-mankhad]

Prompt 9: Hesitate

The sound of a baby’s cries was no strange sound to Eigen’s horns. Nor was the sound of a siren's lullaby, soothing such a wailing child.

Little by little. Inch by inch. Eigen’s feet brought him closer and closer to the mysterious room; the new room. It wasn’t their room at Opal, the room they loved and shared and fucked in. Their family room. 

“There there, little lady, you’re going to run out of wails soon.”

Eigen hitched a breath. He’d recognize that voice as the larger of his two husbands. His Gilded Sun. His Pale Sun. His King.

“Khal...Let me….”

And his siren answered in such a beautiful soft way. How long had it been since he had last heard each of their voices in the same room? A little over a month? Five or six weeks at least.

For Eigen, that was too long, far too long to be without his husbands.

“Here you go, love, one crying poop factory.”

He would hesitate there, at the door. His mind at odds with his body, his heart, his very soul. Words could not describe how deeply he adored them. How deep his love would run for them. How much he cared for each of them.

Did they feel the same? Did they think about him in the same way he thought about them? Did they even realize how he had been left behind? How lost he had felt? How much he’d have wandered? That he felt abandoned? Pulled? Broken? Shattered?

Did they care?

He hesitated; someone was already at the doorway anyways. Someone he would recognize as the very woman who gave him his interview before accepting him into the company. She no longer looked scary or stern here. She looked like he felt. Lost, scared. One second away from breaking down into despair.

“Excuse me, do you need something?”

He hoped his face didn’t appear too surprised. He was absolutely clueless to the reasoning that she was here, standing outside the room that belonged to his husbands. He had no idea what had actually occurred.

“...Oh hey, Eigen! How was shopping?”

….

Shopping….?

Eigen would feel his heart begin to ache. Begin to slowly sink into the depths of his own misery. As though whatever...knife that had been shoved inside ...was being horribly twisted about. He hadn’t just gone shopping.

He was at war.

Did they know that? Did anyone tell them? “I was at war” he would murmur out loud softly. Fighting against his own emotions. “I uh ...I recently came back...”

He tried his very best to smile then. Something dark though, something suffocating, was standing right behind him then. Breathing down his neck. His worst fears threatening to manifest in the worst possible ways. He deserved this. Didn’t he?

He ran away after all, far too many times. He pushed away, far too many times.

Words were exchanged, and next thing Eigen knew he was speaking to the pink haired raen babe that was inside.Sarnai. Not Erden. Erden was gone, probably already staying at Saiun’s home village with his extended family there.

They didn’t even let you say goodbye.

The Shadow behind him reminded him. He had to push such thoughts aside, all his focus would be put instead upon this mourning woman and her child.

This would be all that mattered, in that moment. His own issues, his own problems, his own worries, they could all come so much later. This was more important. Way more important. Too important to ignore.

He did not want to think about himself.

Thinking about himself only brought him more pain. More suffering. He would avoid it whenever he could, if he ever could. 

He would talk about it all later, with just the three of them. Together.

Things will be fine, things would be good, things would be peaceful.

Things would be happy.

….

He just wanted the Shadow to go away.

‘...Please.’