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And so...

I visited the old dome. I remembered how noisy it got at the same time how peaceful it is; It's a warm embrace to a person once lost. A sanctuary to all.

I saw you hold my hand and said "frère, let's play over there!" And so we did.

The halls are filled with laughter shared by both breaths, the lights are as bright as the fireplace that guided us through the weary nights.

And then you jumped, initiating a game you've longed to play with me. It was of consistent asking. This time, I finally agreed.

And so I closed my eyes... Counted to ten as loud as I can.

You ran. You hid.

"Ten!"

Ten more years before the future flipped us to another hellish chapter in the book.

"Nine!"

Nine silvers is what it took to look for you as you held your pride up and refused to come back to my side.

"Eight!"

Eight months of arguing before I heard you cut off the ties and be a vagabond that you wished to be.

"Seven!"

Seven people I mistook as my kin as they eerily looked like you.

"Six!"

Six confessions. Hoping my God can see me pure and grant me for what I asked for.

"Five!"

Five alleys more. I've got you now, my brother. You're safe with me. I'll run how far just to find you— even if it's five miles more.

"Four!"

Four o'clock in the morning, I reached the pub where you stayed.

"Three!"

Three women escorted me in. The joy is palpable and visible in my face. But I saw nothing unto yours but sorrow.

"Two!"

'Two of us... Just the two of us... In the cathedral... In our sanctuary. Please, brother.' I begged. I heard nothing. I only saw the light coming out of your weary eyes.

"One..."

One last breath before you finally let go of my hand.

Then I opened my eyes. The dome was never noisy. It was never peaceful. It's just scarred.

And so...

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Happy Thanksgiving 😃🦃🥔

He doesn’t know exactly what a “thanksgiving” is but the way you said it sounded vaguely like a holiday. He returns nonsensical statement with one of his own.

sarcastic Merry Christmas. 🎄🎁

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*she flourishes the rose and offers it to you with a suave smile* I am doing so much better now that I have been graced by your beauty amor- Now of you would allow me, i would like to get lost in your eyes... much like the forest glade they radiate serenity, yet they speak to a wilder and untamed side of you... *her smile widens* Forgive me for waxing so poetic, I can't help it in your presence~

*Puts rose in a good vase (jar, because this rose deserved perfect vase and nobody have a good enough vase but imagine it's barocco vase)*

Eloquent ngl. you should consider to write pieces or music songs with your skills tbh

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*appears at your doorway, tall dark and handsome with a rose in my mouth*

Hola señorita-

How are you this fine- *checks time* -early morning?~

*No way someone put an ask there, it's completely dusty and only bots there. Bro you used it for RP-thingy, not spam XD*

Privet, comrade. :)

Doing pretty dandy with some tea. *checks big ass cup* It's empty by now. Thank you for your question! Would like to know how you are doing. :)

Thank you again! See you in realms of the Internet!

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I made fnv companion (plus Yes Man, Benny and Vulpes) petting gifs :)

I might make some of Fallout 3 & 4 companions or any other New Vegas characters if that's something anyone wants to see, feel free to send an ask if you want one for anyone specific

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hi chat, kicking off my first contribution to the HoND fandom in 2025 with this sloppy ahh sketch i did while i’m sick asf on vacation, enjoy~

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I’m feeling generous tonight, have a bonus messy ass scribble of Claude Frollo before i go crawl into my hole and die for another couple of weeks

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"Mild Annoyance"

I don't always draw oc x canon, but when I do I make my oc an annoying little shit lol

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Hello yes I am alive-

idk i stayed up too late drawing last night hahaha

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“I know not why the act of tethering oneself to reality beareth such weight. It seemeth a cruelty, this demand to stand firm upon the soil, to see and be seen, to move with the multitudes who pass like ghosts with heavy eyes. For is it not sweeter—nay, gentler—to drift above it all? To unmoor the soul from the clamor of days and let it rise, unseen, untouched, into a realm of one’s own making?

There, in that imagined ether, the world holdeth no dominion. There, I may wander without wound, act without gaze, exist without burden. And yet… the thought comes, unbidden and sharp: is it wrong to desire such solitude for mine own self alone?

Doth it mark me selfish, then—this longing to float where others trudge, to see not the pain in their eyes nor the weight upon their shoulders? If so, then call me wretched. Let the world name me thus, and I shall wear the brand in silence, for silence is softer than scorn. ”

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Shall we then persist in denial—fools blind to the truth—that this mortal world, foul and broken, hath changèd not since its first breath? That joy, like mist, doth vanish at dawn, and no soul is ever granted a merry end?

All men perish, though love burn bright and hearts beat fierce with fleeting bliss. The firmament ne’er look’d kindly upon us; the stars gave no favour, nor the heavens their grace.

Yea, though love be won 'gainst all odds, though passion conquereth time and trial—our tale shall still turn tragic. For the world is cruel, and fate hath no care for the hearts of mortals.

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