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𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕..
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.. ╥﹏╥
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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.. ╥﹏╥
C'est un essai aussi je essayé Français en un échelle plus grand que école.
Ne soyez pas mal, mon Français, s'il vous plait!
art refs???
idk if ive mentioned it here yet but im doodling a sun and moon god duo (levantine mythology inspired. specifically canaanite) and ya girl is struggling :') i think im going to give up and draw layered skirts for everyone lol i cant make up my mind nor find a singular source with anything unified for clothes? and i dont want to be lazy and combine assyrian mesopotamian babylonian etc all in one. aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
unrelated but look at these divas i did find:
deepy obsessed with this image tho so i feel a bit better lol. im barely holding myself back from just drawing everyone in thobes lmao. theyre so beautiful can u blame me??
the houran one is so funky lol (middle row blue) its where im from so im considering doodling it as well (i really want to make a thobe post. maybe if u guys bully me hard enough ill do it lmao. help a sister out)
I will literally pay you to finish chapter three bro, I got Zelle how much money do you want? I need this chapter so bad I’m literally like dying
nooooo THATS SWEET AND FUNNY but don't do that omg isidiejde i swear im trying to finish it dw i got u girl 😭‼️ im going to feed y'all
WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE MEEE
freedom
“Do you think this is what freedom feels like?” Betty questions him, running a hand up and down his back, eliciting goosebumps on the warm skin.
Jughead stirs a little under her touch. “Well, we made it through another entire day without having to save the world.”
“Or ourselves,” she adds.
“Or ourselves.” He presses a soft kiss in the smooth space between her breasts. “I guess it counts as being free.”
A bitter laugh passes through her lips.
Being free. Are they? She can’t tell.
When she looks out the window, she meets eyes with the city that never sleeps. She feels exhausted. Tiny. Judged by this concrete jungle and those big bright lights. Mocked by countless faces carrying countless stories but not giving a damn about her own.
Their own.
“I don’t know, Jug. Don’t you ever feel like we’re still... enslaved, somehow? To the past, I mean.” Her voice falters. “Or to another town that’s already playing tricks on us. »
Several answers scramble on the tip of his tongue. He sums up. “We come from Riverdale, Betts.”
She remains silent, so he follows her gaze. He stares at the city, just like she does, and finds that the city has a peculiar way to stare back. “New York can’t play tricks on us.”
He wants to believe this. They both want to believe this. They both want to believe that they finally broke the shackles. That they can start over. That they’re free.
But freedom is still a blurry, foreign concept for them, and if they are - free, that is - it will take time to get used to it.
It feels suspicious to walk down the streets without being recognized. Not that they were famous or something back in their hometown... anyways. It feels strange to be a stranger.
It also feels suspicious for them to have their own little apartment in Brooklyn. Way too good to be true. They know that they’re alone, still they keep glancing towards the door from time to time to make sure someone (Alice Cooper?) is not about to pierce their little bubble and catch them kissing their way down each other’s body.
It will take time before they stop checking on the trees as they’re traipsing around Central Park, for fear that one is going to start walking then chase after them while making a weird growling noise. It will take time before they stop worrying about the kids playing cards under the kiosk - they can’t help but make sure there’s no chalices or deadly tattoos involved.
It will take time before they bake brownies or go bowling just like she sang to him when they wished they could be seventeen.
Every building they walk in, they wonder if it could be a propriety of Hiram Lodge. He could already own New York, fuck if they know.
Every football game, song contest or boxing match remind them of a friend who used to always put his life at risks for the sake of nothing.
They should check up on Arch and Vee more often.
Betty doesn’t tell Jughead that, basically every night, she has nightmares involving a hooded man who used to be her father. That when she jolts awake, her ears buzz with the sound of a gunshot. But she doesn’t have to tell him, because when she tries to go back to sleep, he holds her a little tighter, and she knows that he knows.
Jughead doesn’t tell Betty that he’s freaking out over the fact that he might never be able to build a family - in a having kids kind of way - without fear of screwing all up because what kind of parents burry then dig up bodies on a regular basis? (They don’t do that anymore. Still. They’re not having kids right away. Still.) But he doesn’t have to tell her, because when they bump into a toddler at the grocery store, she squeezes his hand a little tighter, and he knows that she knows.
They’re not carefree enough to lose sight of each other more than a few hours. What if she’s being brainwashed? What if he’s being stabbed by some revengeful gang members?
It will take time to trust people again.
Sometimes when they shower, they both stare down in disbelief, expecting to see blood run down the drain. His. Hers. Someone else’s.
But there is no blood anymore.
No battle scars. No wicked games.
It’s over. They ran away.
Nobody said it would be easy to move on after all they’ve been through. But nobody said it would be that hard, either.
Betty recalls what Jughead said earlier. They made it through entire days. Right. They made it through entire weeks, even. Through an entire month. Indeed. But at what cost?
“Do you think we’ll be able to fix this?” She half-whispers as she threads her fingers through his dark locks.
They both know that by this, she means us. And by fix this, she means heal. Get better.
Will they ever get better?
Jughead lets a puff of air tumble on his girlfriend’s neck. He would like to give her the reassurance of a yes, but it doesn’t sound honest. It feels like his answer can’t be yes, and it can’t be no either.
They’re not the same persons as they were before Jason Blossom’s murder. They’ll never be these persons again. They have scars and stitches. But that doesn’t mean they won’t heal.
Eventually, he tilts his head up to look her in the eye. And that’s it. One look. One look at her, and he realizes. There’s only one answer to give.
“I love you.”
The words hang in the air between them like this is the reason for everything. The reason why there’s still hope. The reason why their past can’t steal the freedom they’re born to find. The reason why they’ll never get lost, even in a city as big as the universe, as long as they walk around each other’s souls.
The reason why they survive.
Betty’s heart swells pleasantly. “I love you too.”
That doesn’t mean yes. That doesn’t mean no. She understands.
That simply means that they have each other, no matter what.
To back up his argument, Jughead kisses her. She kisses back. Again. Again. And it doesn’t take long before they lose themselves into the safety of each other.
Just as he starts to wander down her neck, Betty breathes out a quiet moan and shoots a quick glance towards the window. “Wait, wait. Before—don’t you think we should—”
He silences her with a gentle bite on her collarbone. “Nah. Let’s be free, baby.”
She intended to chuckle, but the sound leaving her mouth turns out to be more like a gasp.
Screw it.
Life may still want to test their limits. See how wrecked they’ve become.
New York will probably always be a monstrous stranger to them. But it’s fine, because at the end of the day they’re together, tangled in each other’s arms, and the sheets somehow smell like home.
It will take time, to learn what freedom is.
But they have time, now.
(Lesson one - freedom is to make love with the window wide open.)
i feel like i took too long to answer requests and now u all are disappointed in me 😔 i’m sorry
Cuddles from Ch. 5 of Closer? on ao3. Ch. 8 posted tonight. My first fic ever is going pretty much through the same painful cycle as my now chronic klangst; Shitshow to fluff.