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For my dear @metalomagnetic cause i know she loves her Sirius/Voldemort pair from It runs into blood ❤️ I didn’t read it (sorry bout that 🥹❤️) so I’m hoping I didn’t messed up the character too much XD
For my dear @metalomagnetic cause i know she loves her Sirius/Voldemort pair from It runs into blood ❤️ I didn’t read it (sorry bout that 🥹❤️) so I’m hoping I didn’t messed up the character too much XD
For my dear @metalomagnetic cause i know she loves her Sirius/Voldemort pair from It runs into blood ❤️ I didn’t read it (sorry bout that 🥹❤️) so I’m hoping I didn’t messed up the character too much XD
I could NOT get this out of my head for the life of me
Im sorry I do this to every fandom im in
Context: beginning of the 7-year gap; the day before miles leaves for germany, phoenix goes to say farewell, and they finally confess their feelings for each other. a delicate moment for phoenix, just before things go awry and become even more delicate lol. what this moment means for his relationship with miles is a bittersweet feeling, the relief of years of pining vs. the uncertainty of their future together as their lives go separate ways once again.
I wrote all of this context down and it's more developed than this small summary, so I might draw it someday too lol. For now have this snippet that I've cooked up entirely in my brain and for my own enjoyment!!
I love nick and maya's sibling relationship, talking to each other like two silly teens that have to share all the gossip they get their hands on. And I also love that miles and maya would bond over steel samurai and only talk about that for hours on the phone. they're so ♾️
If there was a musical version of the movie, my lineup for the Five Wives would be Beyonce as The Splendid Angharad, Florence Welch as Capable, Sia as The Dag, Nicki Minaj as Toast the Knowing, and FKA twigs as Cheedo the Fragile.
this came to me in a vision
The Empire That Little Cardi Built (ficlet)
Fandom: Ghost (The Band Ghost)
Pairing: None
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 685
Summary: In the aftermath of the night at the Forum, Copia is being watched.
A/N: Big thank you to @angellayercake for always championing me and my writing, I cannot tell you how much it means. ♡♡♡
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BIG SPOILERS FOR RITE HERE RITE NOW UNDER THE CUT
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Terzo fiddles with the clasps on his robe, the translucent black and purple fabric rippling as he sits in one of the now empty seats, his feet are propped up on the seat in front of him, looking down at all the strewn confetti and Mummy Dust notes - a sigh escapes him, a pang of nostalgic longing for a time since passed.
"Do you think we should..." He trails off, looking up into the nothingness. He’s not sure what he's suggesting.
"Ah, Saltarian is already with him, he'll have plenty to tend to without us showing up right this moment." Secondo muses, yet his eyes are sombre. His heart was never as cold as some might have thought, he too wanted to go to the man they were watching so diligently.
The man who was once a boy they used to treat with such weariness and disdain like brothers sometimes did.
The Second Emeritus shifts on his seat, scratching at his head in wistful thought."It would have been nice to play somewhere like this, hm?" He understood the order of things, and always knew his tenure was merely a custodial passing of the torch, but he wasn’t beyond having dreams.
The last of three watchful figures hums in agreement, the one who missed out on the most, yet gave everything in other ways. He’s standing instead of sitting, his frail and almost glowing hands gripping the rail in front of him, he's a few rows further down than the other two.
Primo watches over the scene with indescribable emotions, watches as Saltarian lifts a shaking Copia to his feet, his red sparkling jacket such a jarring contrast to the sorrow that emanates from their half-brother's soul.
"He fought hard," The eldest says matter-of-factly.
"So did I..." Terzo grumbles, but Primo dismisses him with a gentle chastising tsk.
"Fratellino, they had made their minds up about us. It was never going to be enough. The old man still does not see this-" He gestures to the now empty Forum. "-as enough."
The two seated brothers nod in resigned understanding. If this place filled with life and love for their reigning Papa, mere hours ago, could not be enough to let Copia keep going, then what would?
Two grunts of agreement come from behind the eldest, they continue watching from the shadows no longer illuminated by the spotlights or pyrotechnics. Hushed words are exchanged between the two men in the pit, after a few moments three noises of surprise come from the stands as they hear Copia say two words, "Frater Imperator."
Stunned for a beat, they look at each other. Terzo throws his hands up in the air.
"At least he made it out with his life." It's not a scornful statement from the Third, one of relief really, he didn't wish death upon the man who had already endured so much and worked himself silly - the same man who had to hold Terzo's head and pretend that he was okay with it before throwing up and crying in his room later that night.
"We'll show ourselves when he's not so fraught with such fresh news. He may not take well to us suddenly showing up when we had years to do it." Primo adds.
They look at each other, deciding that is what they'll do, they'll say hello when Copia's had time to adjust.
Then, without fanfare, the three brothers begin to fade - deciding to return to their plexiglass coffins ready for the ride home.
Just as Copia begins to leave the quiet of the pit, slowly pushing his mother toward the concourse where the private ambulance is waiting, he gets the urge to look around - his eyes are drawn to the first few rows of seating.
Copia knows he must be going a little mad with all that had occurred tonight because for a second he thinks he sees flashes of red, green and purple, flashes that send goosebumps rippling through his body.
Yet, just as quickly as the vision was noticed, it's now gone, leaving the hairs on Copia's neck standing rigidly.
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Fin.
The day Rook decided to go after his dreams.
I had this idea tucked in my head for a long time but Rook's latest Ep. 7 card inspired me to finally draw this as a full 8 pages comic.
The initial spark for me was this drabble I made last April and luckily, neither the card or the main story went against this headcanon of mine (I'm so glad, cuz I tend to follow canon despite of my own hcs).
I also made this originally for my supporters on Patreon (you can go join me there if you feel like it!) and now I am posting this to SNS.
Please do not repost! Or at least ask for permissions first if you do (credit and stuff!🙏🙏)
dumbledore: i want you to be nice to remus and sirius when we arrive at the order and don’t start a fight
snape:
Nothing to see here, just Harry James Potter casually being a beautiful man 🥰
Dadrock drummers for Father’s Day
Zane is busy monologuing
Pixal is… also busy
Lightning never strikes twice in a row
tony stark as sleeping at last songs
quicksand (keep no score, 2006)
there are wires in between human heart and machine.
trust is quicksand, claiming everything i have, all to give me life, all to give me life.
a slip of the hand, a slip of the tongue; god knows i meant no harm, i meant no harm.
heirloom (atlas: i, 2014)
you are so much more than your father’s son.
so you memorized those unscripted lines, desperate for some kind of clue: when the scale tipped, when you inherited a fight that you were born to lose.
light (atlas: i, 2014)
i will soften every edge i’ll hold the world to its best and i’ll do better
pluto (atlas: i, 2014)
now i live a waking life of looking backwards, looking backwards a model citizen of doubt
one day i had enough of this exercise of trust l leaned in and let it hurt let my body feel the dirt when i break pattern, i break ground i rebuild when i break down
show me where my armor ends show me where my skin begins
three (atlas: enneagram, 2019)
maybe i’ve done enough and your golden child grew up
for the first time i see an image of my brokeness utterly worthy of love maybe i’ve done enough and i finally see myself through the eyes of no one else
i only want what’s real i set aside the highlight reel and leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk worthy of love anyway
touch (atlas: ii, 2019)
can we skip past near-death clichés where my heart restarts as my life replays? all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed
invisible machinery these moving parts inside of me well, they’ve been shutting down for quite some time leaving only rust behind
mind (atlas: ii, 2019)
patterns form and feel important, the starting lines of a living blueprint. all this information in formation is key to draw a distinction between waking life and our dreams.
patterns form and feel important, it’s the first brush stroke of a self-portrait.
Getting reassurance before even having to ask for it >>>>