Dec 14, 2025
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"One I just as soon forget"
I love this AAGHWHQHS I just explodes
(from mercedes’ ig story)
Brent swirled the glass in his hand around in a soft yet firm manner, looking at it with an empty gaze and glazed eyes, feeling numb.
The moonlight casted a delicate light into the large yet elegant windows of his castle.
The moon called out to him, like the thoughts that never ended their screams, and the desired peace he would never get. A silent plea yet too loud to bear.
He emptied his glass and put it down with an unwanted but well-felt force. The sound echoed through the way too empty big halls like a crying echo of his forbidden feelings.
The King stood up and walked outside, feeling drawn to the bright light of the moon. He scoffed at himself.
As if it was like the shining shimmer of the moon could make his thoughts vanish for just a single moment in the cold midnight air.
He was a King but a truly pathetic one.
Brent leaned against a stonewall close to the entrance of his castle. The cold stone against his shoulder and back was nothing compared to the freezingly heavy feeling in his chest.
His eyes fixiated on the bright moon, he felt his heart beating faster, yet his thoughts got quieter for the smallest moment.
The moon had never been this beautifully bright and beaming, Brent was sure. It was soothing in a way that seemed way too corrupted and unusual.
"Just one moment of peace, please," Brent whispered to himself, disgusted by his drained and small sounding voice and the way his tone made it sound like a faint prayer spoken into the midnight.
His sight turned just slightly blurry and Brent gritted his teeth in anger. Anger against himself.
Days after days passed by and still all Brent did was follow his duties and be the King his people needed. Remaining strict and acting calm and collected. Appearing like he was the greatest ruler that could calculate and control everything perfectly.
This was how it had to be. This was who Brent had to be.
But Gods,
This was not who Brent was.
And no one would ever know.
Besides him.
Brent pressed his lips together as he looked away from the white light of the moon. His eyes closed as he damned himself for letting his thoughts win over him again. As always.
Sophist- Eevee, he would never leave his stupid brain. Nor would he ever leave Brent's stupid, aching heart.
A tight twist in his chest, he moved to fully rest his back against the cold stonewall. He rested the back of his head against it, eyes still closed, soaking into the pain he felt.
Why did it hurt so much to want something he could never have?
Why must it be him out of all the people on this forsaken planet?
And why can't Brent just finally let go? He let Eevee leave all the time - it's what was right.
Right?
He chose his Kingdom over Eevee, his crown over his own true feelings. He shouldn't feel like he did right now at all.
It all was how it should be. Brent's expression turned stern unconsciously.
How it should be was not how Brent wanted it to be.
The King turned his head towards the moon again. Its bright beam still shimmering strongly in the black sky of the night.
He chased the tiny seconds of peace he just had, but in reality, he chased something - someone - else.
Slow cracks could be heard from behind him. The air got colder as the wind grew stronger.
An Aura mysteriously creeping up in the night. A mysterious creature coming out of the shadows. Brent didn't hear the slow, almost calculated steps. Chaos in the night and in his mind.
Three steps away - he could see purple from the corner of his eye, a presence stopped their tracks.
Eevee hadn't taken his eyes off the King of Skill. His expression filled with admiration. He kept his soft gaze fully on Brent as he spoke quietly and almost hoarse,
"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
KABOOM 💥
I was just... drawing 3 art with Undertaker… And at 4 a.m.... SEASON 4 IS ANNOUNCED okay…
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I’m not sure if I’m alone but I did NOT realize that IGNITE was I G N I T E.
I Grieve Nothing, I Take Everything
I just exploded
Credit: ilse 🖤 on Pinterest
Guys, I found this picture of Joey on my Pinterest, and I think all of my organs are imploding from the beautiful awesomeness of it. I see this as a magicked up Jaskier, ready to throw down with Yennefer: