#cursed dawn

[scarlettwitch-rp]

@cursed-dawn

[ladalkoch]

GABRIEL Y. BERISTAÍN

I've crossed centuries like smoke that refuses to clear, chasing answers in ruins and whispers, fearing that all that remains of me is the silence between a question and its end.

@syszygy @cursed-dawn

[justadreamer-12]

And then I see a darkness.

@cursed-dawn

[diphylleiatravel]

I'm trying, I'm giving everything I have for them, to save them, to love them.

But you left us, and now I always ask myself what would you do my love.

It won't happen again I swear.

I promise.

@cursed-dawn

@justadreamer-12

[chaoticneutralcoffee]

—Seguro que hasta Dios coincidiría en que la comida rápida es uno de los mejores inventos de la humanidad, pero una ensalada de vez en cuando también es recomendable —le recomendó, poniéndose en modo padre—. Lo admito, mi peor defecto son los chistes malos.

Con el gesto de una anfitriona que aparentaba estar en total control, le hizo una seña para que tomara un trozo de pollo o unas papas fritas.— Siéntase libre de servirse, padre… no creo que su señor Jesucristo baje de la cruz para meterle una hostia —soltó con una sonrisa ladina, justo antes de llevarse otra papa a la boca.

4 años después ...o casi cuatro, volvemos a tener nuestro tema troll-kfc en la Iglesia ♥

@justadreamer-12 Así que para festejar, grafico pa ti. QUE ESTOY OXIDADA EN EL PS TIA, me disculpo, que vergüenza JAJA.

[gebo4482]

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[humanjarvis]

it's nice to have a friend

big glasses and a bowl cut. 

for the bulk of his short life, that was all anyone saw when they looked at zayne.

no one knew much about him, other than how annoying it was when the teachers praised his intelligence. more than a classmate, he was a goalpost. a standard they couldn’t meet. 

more often than not, his head was buried in a book. he found it much more worthwhile to study people than to speak to them. so he hid in the shade, away from the constant chatter and blistering heat of recess.

that day in september, he’d been too busy absorbing neatly stacked paragraphs to process the muffled voice above him—until you lightly shook his shoulder. 

you’d asked him if he wanted to play. they’d said it was his birthday, after all. but after a long pause and bewildered blush, zayne said no. 

the first three times you asked him, zayne said no.

his answer changed when the leaves did. 

in the brisk november air, pushed forward by a gust of wind, he bumped into a rowdy group of older kids. apparently, his murmured apology hadn’t been good enough. 

first, they threatened to snap his glasses. shatter the lenses so he couldn’t read anymore.

the wicked sneers and guesses that he was special came after. 

through it all, zayne hadn't said a word—he didn't have to. 

because before he could decide whether to tell a teacher or walk away, you were blocking him from view as best you could with your shorter frame, glaring at the boys with molten hatred in your heart. 

and when their leader snorted and took a step toward you both, you unclenched your fist and scratched him right across the face. 

zayne had never been one for violence. his parents told him it never solved anything, and he’d always seen more value in helping people than hurting them. 

but the next time you asked him to play, he nodded his head yes.

he was surprisingly good at make-believe—the doctor to your nurse. and when you invited him back the next day, and the next day, and the day after that, zayne felt he’d made his first friend. 

adult zayne still gets teased, sometimes. 

for the way he speaks like a nonfiction narrator. for the way he retreats from interactions and rejects invitations. for the way he’s hard to read unless you’re fluent in the language of him.

but with you by his side, he’s learned to pay it no mind. 

you like his cadence and his reticence and his rigid kind of softness. you tell him all of it, so he doesn’t have to wonder.

and when the crueler slights wear down the barrier you’ve helped him build, you repeat yourself. 

day after day, you save him. just like you did on the playground. 

so when zayne finds himself in linkon’s finest jewelry store, browsing through shimmering stones he never thought he’d have a need for, he knows one thing for certain: his first friend is his best. 

[angstyhikka]

12 CHAPTER AT THE DAWN OF THE LIGHT IS OUT ON AO3

so i decided to post the rest of the pages i made a year and a half ago

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Please don't question why some pages are not drawn and one page looks completely different than the others-

I just gave upXDDD

if you like what I'm doing and would like to support me here's my kofi and patreon!

[deathdetermineslife]

shout out to all my selfshippers writing angst into their selfship. sadness is sometimes good for the soul. especially if it isn't like angst angst but just the things that happened to you in your real life that get thrown at your self insert. this suffering is organic!

[sunflowertoonz]

Ao3 author curse🤝Roblox game dev curse

One causes horrific tragedy

One causes horrific scandal

Both fuck you up

[kimquatz]

i think it's so funny to remember Jishen is Hunter's deadbeat dad in another universe.

but even Funnier to consider that human!Jishen is just him without depression

[scarlettwitch-rp]

@cursed-dawn

[ladalkoch]

NIOMA TECUMSEH

True strength lies not in blind allegiance, but in the fierce and unyielding commitment to protect the fragile hearts that define our own existence

@diphylleiatravel @cursed-dawn

[justadreamer-12]

We can play a game, where you are the music and I am the dance. We can just pretend that we're not strangers, that we are more than that — lovers in the past, dust that turns to flames.

En el fondo os shipeo. —Dorian, el suegris.

@ladalkoch @syszygy @cursed-dawn

[diphylleiatravel]

It was supposed to be only a dance, but you just got stuck on me.

Like we breathing fire.

@cursed-dawn

[chaoticneutralcoffee]

@justadreamer-12 No puedo con mi vida, me has hecho la tarde JAJAJAJAJAJA, tengo las lagrimotas aun de la risa.