May 4
☆彡 OLRUGGIO in WITCH HAT ATELIER [EP06] "A Light on a Rainy Day"
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☆彡 OLRUGGIO in WITCH HAT ATELIER [EP06] "A Light on a Rainy Day"
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Prinxiety Week Day 5! ❤️💜 Oops it seems I've spilled bad at communicating into my pridenoia!
@prinxietyweek
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Been kinda in a slump with art- here’s the @pangur-and-grim family photo as a quick doodle because i still exist lol.
The Smallest Distance
A triple drabble written for SWG’s 7/4/2026 instadrabbe session for (if you squint) the prompt ‘all too quickly the dawn is breaking and I must leave the night behind.’ Also on AO3. Come… take my hand… let’s manufacture deeply painful parallels between Argon and Fingon’s deaths with papa <3
“I could have reached him,” Fingon says, looking down at his hands in his lap. “If I had been just a little bit closer, or if I had moved faster, I could have been there. I could have reached him, Russo. I could have saved him.”
“Or you could have been slain as well.”
Maedhros speaks without thinking, and he realizes a heartbeat too late that it was the wrong thing to say.
Fingon turns on him, eyes flashing. “How would you know? You weren’t there, Maedhros. None of you were. Your brothers were safe, sleeping soundly in their beds here in the east while we all fought and starved and died crossing the Ice to reach you. You weren’t there. I was.” Then, “Arakáno was.”
The bitter taste of guilt on Maedhros’ tongue is all too familiar. “I know,” he says quietly, and squeezes Fingon’s knee in apology. “You’re right.”
“I know I’m right,” Fingon snaps, but he does not push Maedhros away. He lets out a long, shuddering breath, then curses and pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Damn it. You don’t— He just—”
Fingon wipes his eyes furiously with his sleeve. He sets his jaw and fixes his watery gaze on the blood-red horizon. He does not try to speak again for several minutes. In the end, all he says is, “I could have reached him, and I didn’t. Nothing else matters.”
Maedhros’ heart climbs up his throat and claws it to ribbons. “I’m sorry,” he says, knowing it to be despicably inadequate.
Fingon’s breath hitches awfully. When Maedhros dares to offer his hand Fingon takes it and squeezes hard enough to make Maedhros’ knuckles pop. Maedhros squeezes back.
“That sounds like the worst thing in the entire world,” he whispers, and means it.
Why’s Yoshiki always looking at ‘Hikaru’ like he killed someone
Could you draw Brighton eating his favorite food or something?
It would make me absurdly happy.
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(I love all of your ocs but I think Brighton and Declan are my favorites.)
yeah 🙂↕️ corn dog with cheese
get a Declan 2 👍
thank you for lovin' my lil shits <333
Hiiii sorry if u hate this </3 I need to share my "spamton is a little freak for his huge tv husband's tummy" agenda. Thank you and goodnight