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Before episode 9: I can't wait to see what happens at the finale! After episode 9:
im feeling kinda great rn if anyone ruins this I'll just give up on everything please let me have this one moment of peace
We truly only see him in such weird roles like Ruins right? I’m sure at this point he has some leverage that if he did not want to do that he wouldn’t have to but oh well
We all know the reason behind
day 09: enjoy 🌸
“Enjoy.”
Káno looked up. “What?”
Turko narrowed his eyes, lips tightening into a thin grimace. “You enjoy this?”
Káno glanced around him. Music books and scribbled notated papers were strewn about in a cluttered mess. He clutched a quill in one ink-smudged hand and a flute in the other.
He grinned. “Yes.”
Turko snorted and flipped through Káno’s illegibly written sheet music. “You’ve locked yourself in this room for days, have been singing non-stop, and is clearly sleep-deprived.”
Káno let out a dreamy sigh. “And I love it. It’s wonderful. The melodies…the music…how could you not enjoy it?”
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“Enjoy.”
Maglor didn’t know what it meant anymore.
Walking, day after day, across the shore against the crashing waves and roaring ocean. Dragging his weary feet through the sand. Shivering as wind gusts pierced his skin and rattled his bones.
He was but a wraith. A ghost, drained of all passion or life.
His instruments had long broken. He merely opened his cracked lips and sang the melancholy Nolodantë, his voice but a thin whisper drifting through the air. Mourning, as a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the salt thankless Sea.
Enjoy.
He had long forgotten what it was.
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<- day 08: stars 💫 | day 10: serenade 💗 ->
all drabbles
Sometimes I’m happy and then I remember that Sam Winchester never knew real maternal love
I wasn’t going to start showing things from the fnaf au until we (me and my friend) at least had something solid to start doing comics/a solid story instead of a few ideas and some designs but oh my god I got possessed while drawing her design she’s so prettyyyyy I love her I can’t stop staring at this.
me too :(
do you ever just suddenly go
SOMEBODY SAAAAAAAAAVVVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
or is it just me