#until one day

[where-is-zoro-one-piece]

We poppin the biggest bottles etc etc

[strrvnge]

Richard has a Midwest emo music obsession and there is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise

[orpheeeeus]

It’s always like this, Arthur, you always leave so soon. You give me no warning, no sign, no hint! And I wake up in the morning, I come home after a tiring day, and you’re gone. 

Dead?

Not always. 

Well, yes, they are all dead, and you’re dead. But they don’t always leave their corpses behind. Some of them left me on their own two feet, still breathing, angry or afraid. Some of them running, our children in their arms.

They’re all dead now, I presume, because time passes and it's what it does. But I didn’t see all of them dead. Just most of them.

And I’m a monster. Because I see you in them. All of them. It’s you, who always leave me, even as I mourn them. 

And I don’t remember who you were! Arthur! I don’t remember your laugh or your smile! I don’t remember your eyes! But it’s you, it’s always you who leave me, even as I mourn them. 

I don’t remember who you were, only that I loved you.

Unfinished letter from unknown author, Aberdeen, 19th century.

[shyravenns]

Honestly, one of my favorite fanon headcanons that I've ever come up with is the fact that I know Lily did not like Javi AT ALL, considering he was in the military AND was part of StormPAR.

The ONLY reason she began to warm up to him was that one of her cats came up to him and started purring

[chicxibalba]

Artorias is, in my mind, definitely the youngest of Gwyn's four. i'm willing to bet that Gough, Ornstein, and Ciaran were all already active when he was born, in fact. imagine a traveler leaves an infant on the steps of an old inn, and the hundred or so souls living in this tiny wooded hamlet find themselves with a new orphan child running among them.

(cut for length. seriously it's just young Artorias)

he grows and finds a loving family among these people. the innkeeper and her indulgent treats, the blacksmith's sardonic humor, the fishing couple's songs carrying down the river. the child himself is boundlessly energetic, and incorrigibly enthusiastic toward just about any task you throw at him (it feels good, to make people feel good.). artorias knows a life that few people in Lordran do: a happy one, a peaceful one, a simple one.

he and the other kids play swords. he's a little taller and definitely a little stronger, but that also makes him the biggest target. add in that he's constantly trying to please and fence with his his non-dominant right hand, and you have a kid covered in red welts who's never won a single match. still, it's impossible not to be enchanted by the word that comes in every once in a while from the outside. the hawkeye shot down two dragons with one arrow, long as the stablehouse is deep. the dragon slayer split a mountain in half, with a thunderous roar heard miles and miles away (artorias scrapes his memory and tries to decide which crash he heard which night must have been the thunder strike). and there's a third one, now, too. no one really knows much about him.

say he goes to Anor Londo. impresses the Great Lord, with his expert swordsmanship. the first human to ever gain his favor. what animal would be his?

summers and winters pass on by, and by his mid-teens, it's blindingly obvious that Artorias isn't quite human. he's a whole head above the grumpy old butcher now, and he's just sprouting his first chin hairs. he's strong, strong enough now to throw off three of the other kids when they try in vain to re-assert their dominance over the misfit. old friends are drifting. old caretakers are dying off, and his new ones aren't so kind. long nights are spent studying the ceiling in a too-small bed in too-tight rags. he's not human. he's not human. he's not human.

the night he leaves isn't a dramatic one. there's no climactic argument, no heel-turn moment where he's finally deemed an outsider. painfully, like an unripe scab, Artorias writes a few notes to a few loved ones, packs what few things he possessed, and left. he wouldn't see this place again for almost a thousand years.

there's nowhere to go but wherever the road leads.

[kiwibirb1]

The concept of the Moth mAnne AU interests me so much, specifically the feral Anne aspect. Just like- to go from being a normal human girl (with perhaps a touch of ADHD) to practically a wild animal in the span of a few months? To go from your biggest worry being making it to school on time to it being whether you are going to live through the day? You can feel yourself changing, becoming something inhuman, but you can't allow yourself to question or stop it because it's the only way for you to survive.

[evilkaeya]

whenever they meet up Robin kisses Nancy’s hand as a greeting send post 

[deanofcas]

cas + mary oliver (part two) / ‘the moths’