#Happy Thoughts Part 2

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm sorry I let down my guard.

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[red-moon-at-night]

I find it so SO interesting that as soon as Kazui's breaking their marriage vows and revealing his true feelings (literally tearing apart the dove), the wife is already falling off the balcony

Her hair is fluttering in the wind. The apple fucking splatters on the ground this whole sequence is so visceral I'm spinning it around in my mind. Kazui views his truth telling as a violent act, the killing blow.

[corynation]

Ink

theo nott x reader

tags : angst, sadness, i love him i promise

His owl to meet him at the astronomy tower wasn’t a worrying moment. His usual “amore mio dolce” greeting melting your heart instantly. Without any fail each time you saw it the same fuzzy feeling in your chest accompanied by the burning of your cheeks arose. His heart at the bottom of the letter sending flutters that coursed throughout your body, pure bliss consuming your brain, leading you to rush to get ready. Throwing on your favorite sweater of his and some leggings you headed out quick, not wanting to keep him waiting for long. Your body perfectly magnetic to him, aching to attach to him, tugging you further and further through the castle as fast as you could.

Theo stood against the railing, looking out amongst the lake. The moonlight casting down on him perfectly. Messy soft curls shining, skin glowing against his white button up. He turned around at the sound of your footsteps, his eyebrows knitting as if he wasn’t expecting company, demeanor instantly softening the moment he saw your smile.

“You sure don’t waste much time.” He grinned, walking towards you and grasping your waist.

“I missed you.” You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. “Haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“I know,” He began, his voice softening in remorse. “I’m sorry cara, my father called me home.”

Your chest tightened. His father didn’t often call him home, and when he did, well it wasn’t for any reason out of love to say the least. A hand fell from his neck to his chest, gently rubbing comforting circles, instinctively knowing he needed it.

“Is everything okay?” Your question was softly asked, not knowing if this was territory that should be touched.

“Of course,” He smiled warmly as his hand caressed your cheek, trying to ease your concerns. But, as always, you saw past the smile, his eyes telling you everything you needed to know. They had been still and cold, sunken into his skin with a purple tinge, his eyelashes stuck together like they had recently been wet. “just some family business. Nothing to worry about.”

“Theo,” You began, trying to push him.

“Hey, don’t worry about it alright? Everything is okay.” He placed a gentle kiss to your lips, holding you so close to him like you were the only thing allowing him to live. Kissing you so deeply as if you were his air. It was intoxicating. Wiping your brain clear, your body becoming warm and tingly.

He pulled away from you slowly, resting his forehead on yours, breathing you in as much as he could. Perfume invading his senses driving him half insane. He held you as close as possible, needing this moment with you needing you.

“I missed you so much.” Theo sighed against your lips. His soul finally able to rest around you.

“I missed you too.” You smiled, grabbing his forearms to pull his hands away from your face.

The further you pushed his arms away the further his cuff fell loose, slowly snaking down his arm. A flash of black on his skin caught your eye, your eyebrows furrowing tightly. Theo hadn’t mentioned a new tattoo, but then again he had been with his father so it very well could’ve been anything other.

“Theo what is-“ A gasp fell from your lips, your grip on his arm collapsing as you got a better look at the mystery ink. Your chest tightened as your heart sped up, basically pounding out of your chest. His eyes met yours with nothing but fear, his body freezing in the moment. The both of you staring at each other like statues across the museum galley from one another, time standing still, the world becoming silent around you.

Theo tugged his shirt cuff down, his hand finding your shoulder with a tight grip. “Y/n its not what you think please.” He pleaded, his eyes beginning to swell.

“Thats a dark mark Theo.” As if it wasn’t obvious. But it was all you could say. Your brain only comprehending the fact of what it was, not what it meant. You couldn’t see past the object, past it being on his skin. Theo’s dark mark. Theo’s dark mark.

You’d never seen one in person before. Never even come near to someone who had been a part of that. Sure you’d come to terms with knowing you were soon to run into one, probably having to fight for yourself. But never in a million of those thoughts did you think the person who you saw the most would have one. The one person who despised the look of it the most.

The sting in your stomach wasn’t from the fact of, but for Theo. God knows how often he thought about the inevitable moment his father would force him to do it. How in the few moments of vulnerability he’d breakdown in your arms, worrying he’d turn out like one of them. That he’d be one of them.

It was one of his biggest fears. Oftenly keeping him up at night, instinctively making him claw at his own skin like a rabid animal. Feeling as if he didn’t belong in the flesh that oh so closely resembled those of who he feared the most. He never wanted to turn out like them. Like his family.

Like his dad.

“I had no choice. I had to do it.” He choked out, his voice thick. His gaze fell from yours. Cheeks scrunching and eyes narrowing in attempt to hold back tears.

“Oh Theo,” Your voice was barely a whisper as you threw yourself against his chest, holding his head down into your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly, chest heaving sporadicly. You felt the tears fall onto your skin, his walls breaking down faster than he was prepared for.

But he wasn’t prepared for any of this.

“I had no choice, I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating through sobs, barely able to catch his own breath. His grip around you never wavering once. You held him close, rubbing his back gently and stroking his hair to try and stabilize him.

“I know love I know. I am so sorry they made you do that.” You whispered in his ear. Peppering kisses where you could without moving his face from your shoulder.

“I don’t want to be this person. I don’t want to be like them.” His voice is what broke you most. Never had you heard it so coarse, his throat raw from the choked sobs leaving him. “I didn’t want this. I didn’t want any of this.” He continued, his voice weaker. His voice was giving up. He was giving up.

You let the silence around you two swallow you. The words that should be said not coming to mind, hoping your touch was enough to replace them.

What does one even say in a moment like this?

Theo’s grasp on you loosened, his hands falling to your sides as he backed away from your embrace. Concern consuming you as you watched his face tighten, the facade of a cold and distant Theo appearing.

It felt like a dagger was stabbed in your stomach.

It all felt like a dagger to your stomach.

But this, this part of him returning after spending so long trying to break him free of it whilst around you. That is what brought you to your breaking point.

Anger and hatred coursed through your veins, your blood boiling at the mere thought of what you wanted to do to Theo’s dad.

“You need to leave me.” Theo’s voice was cold. Direct. His fingers digging into your skin, holding you so tight, not wanting to let you go despite his words.

He didn’t want any of this.

“No, don’t you say that.” The dagger was turning, your body screaming in pain.

“It’s better for you.”

“You don’t really believe that.”

“You aren’t safe with me!” His voice raised, his anger about the whole situation finally coming out. His face softened as your body grew frigid, apologetic hands holding your face. “This, this changes everything. You know what they do, what they go through. I can’t put you in that danger.”

“You aren’t going through it alone Theo. I’ll be fine okay? I can hold for my own. We’re going to figure this all out together.” Your hands found their place above his, fingers interlocking.

“I won’t sacrifice your safety. I love you too much to let this affect you in any way.”

“And I love you too much to let you do this.” His eyes searched yours, trying to find something to tell of the future.

“Y/n please.”

“Theo! Listen to me! Im not giving up on us over this! Some part of us knew this would happen at some point. I understood it when I went all in. And Im all in! I’m with you in this! Let me be with you through this!”

“You’re going to end up hurt.” A stray tear fell down his cheek, eyes pleading to you.

“And I’m willing to take that risk. I’d crush my soul over and over again if it meant I’d get to have my happiest days with you. I will sacrifice my being for you to be the one I take my last breathe seeing.”

Theos eyes scanned your features, uncertainty washing over his face. He took a deep breath before pulling you close, lips smashing into yours. The kiss was hungry, passion filling you both whole. His touch burning into you, souls intertwining like the stars within a galaxy, dancing with each other under the moonlight. He pulled his lips away, just barely brushing over yours as he spoke.

“I’m so sorry ciccina.” And he was off. His gaze straight, never turning back to you as he walked into the tower, the door closing behind him with a loud bang.

You stood frozen, eyes blurring and legs weakening. Your mind completely blank of any thoughts just knowing you were hurt. So deeply indescribably hurt. A piece of your heart off and away without any hesitation.

Theodore Nott, the reason for your hearts beating, breaking it away from you, his grasp on it tight. That piece always belonging to him. Haunting him of the memory of you. His two demons interacting within the same night, both forever stuck with him until his last breath.

gonna be honest this once had a happy ending but then i got stuck and was like nah

ANYWAY FIRST HARRY POTTER FIC LETS GOOO

[lode-builds]

glass cathedral - an experiment in concepts and shapes and textures or whatever and refusing to ever ever finish the back of the build EVER

[doverstar]

actually I love Tentoo and he is the Doctor and it was the only ending for Rose that worked and it is a huge gift to be able to have the man she loves grow old with her, they were always heading for that, y'all be quiet. I 100% understand the angst but it's okay, they're okay, good ending-

[untouchedsoap]

there is something sooo fucking good about early seasons ian and mickey, about watching this summer fling turn into something more, the fear that elicited from mickey but him being unable to stop, finding those little moments hidden away and taking all this meaning from small gestures and persevering in dugouts and under bleachers and barely pressed confessions in the back of a church that is soo good for my brain

like i am very glad mickey gets to shout his love for ian from the mountain tops and also beat his love for ian into his dad's face but when he was clenching his teeth shut and his love for ian was coming out regardless ohhhhh baby i was eating

[stergeon]

> FERDINAND II.

And so your PLANT shall henceforth be known as FERDINAND II.

The thought of needing to inform FERDINAND I of his having a namesake makes you a bit ill, but you are already hard at work devising several plausible excuses for the gesture. Something about how you've named it after the one most invested in its naming, or how it is similarly prone to drooling. Yes. Yes, you will be able to deflect quite easily, should the need arise. It has nothing to do with your fondness for FERDINAND or your desire for a substitute in his imminent absence, no—again, you are not so prone to sentimentality. It's about the drool.

Well, anyway. Best to move on with your day and think about something else, lest you grow maudlin or cultivate further affection for the PLANT. May the GODDESS be merciful and never cause you to develop inclinations that could be described as paternal.

Now that your plant has received sufficient care, it is time for COFFEE. You set to making your morning brew. By CHANCE, there happens to be sufficient water remaining in the kettle for FERDINAND I to have TEA, should he wish it.

Per your TIMEPIECE, it is now a quarter to eight. You have made excellent progress on your PRE-BREAKFAST TO-DO LIST thus far: the only remaining task is to remove FERDINAND. You are starting to get rather peckish and would like to be rid of him quickly, but over the past week, you have found that extracting the man from YOUR QUARTERS is a more arduous task than it ought to be.

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[volivolition]

don't talk to me or my son ever again

[iwasbored777]

There's just something about this early concept of Lucy for Despicable Me 2 cuz she was originally supposed to be a lot more silly and have a silly dog too - she was supposed to be just opposite of Gru, that's all her personality was supposed to be. Luckily they changed her to be more of a "new character that Gru eventually falls in love with" instead of "Gru's love interest". I don't even see what would make him fall in love with her if she was just like this, they changed her for better and added more layers to her character. Now she's one of my favourite characters ever because she genuinely doesn't feel like a love interest, she feels like a part of the franchise.

[crossbackpoke-check]

it’s all the rest of what i want with you

connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k

Summary:

“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.

in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!

[sleepytownzzz]

santa barbara abby, my beloved

[somnimagus]

Berseria beetle hunt!

This was my page for the Infinite Horizons Tales zine on twt, at last we can post our pieces now that they're having leftover sales

+ important concept sketch! i couldn't get these expressions across in the final thing, but velvet radiates such disgust i wanted to share this too

[grumelot123]

Crowley x Aziraphale Season 3 "Rejoice" PART 2!!!! ANGST AT FIRST! (This will be a happy ending dw!) TW! PANIC ATTACK

Part 2 will be the last part in this small series. But I will def post more after this. Anyhow let's get in to it!

"I forgive you"

"I forgive you" is the only words that could ring through Aziraphales head as Crowley left.

Even though no one was there. Aziraphale needed someone to talk to. No not someone, not something, he just needed to talk.

"Y-you forgive me? That's all he said? But I wanted...oh." This has to be exactly how Crowley felt after I left..oh no what have I done? I don't know what to feel right now. I think I need to breath for a minute. My chest feels tight, really tight. I can't breath. Im hyperventilating. The world is spinning. I can't.

"hey mr.fel-? MR.FELL ARE YOU ALRIGHT"

CROWLEYS POV (dw azi will be ok)

"let me explain"

"i forgive you"

What the fuck, did i just do? How the fuck? What in Satan's name? I just left him. He wanted to explain. He wanted to fix things. He wanted to fix us.

We could've been us.

But I just lost it all. To me being petty. I realize he's done this to me before. But he had reason. Reason he was going to tell me if I would have let him explain.

I should go back. I should apologize. I should do something. I need to do something. If I don't. If I just lost something, someone so important to me in my life.

What will I do?

What have I done?

AZIRAPHALES POV NOW

"Mr.Fell breathe in and out. Calm down. Can you count backwards from 10 in your head?"

10,9,8,7,6,5-

My breathing is going back to normal. I'm not as dizzy. But still shaking and still crying. I'm not sure I could stop crying even if I wanted to.

"Okay..Mr.Fell I'm going to call Crowley now, ok?"

Crowley? No she can't call him

"No..no need Muriel really I'm okay, I've just been a bit shaken up I promise I'm alright, I just need a bit of air, okay?"

My chest is still tight. I need to go sit down somewhere before even trying to explain anything.

"Oh, okay Mr.Fell, if you're sure"

I walked out of the bookshop and went to walk to a nearby park. I hope Crowley isn't around to see me like this. Not sure what he'd do.

MURIEL POV (muriel stan right here btw)

Mr.Fell was not okay when I walked in here and not much better when he walked out. Even though he told me not to call Crowley..I mean..it couldn't hurt, could it?

What's his number again? Oh that's right..

CROWLEY POV (dw it will get happier soon ok?)(also idk what Muriel's nickname for Crowley is so bear with me)

I'm pathetic. Couldn't even put my ego down long enough to listen to what my best friend had to tell me. I can't lose him like this though. I won't I swear I will do anything to just make him hap-

*ring ring ring ring RING*

Who the fuck is calling me?

*Caller ID "Bookshop Watcher Girl"*

Oh..Muriel? I wonder what she wants? Isn't Aziraphale there anyhow?

*answers phone* "What do you want?"

"Oh! Hello Mr.Crowley, uh..is there any chance Mr.Fell is with you?"

Aziraphale was just at the bookshop? Minutes ago?

"Uh er no? He was just at the shop minutes ago though?"

"Oh well. no I know that it's just when I had walked in Mr.Fell, well he was uh he was"

Can this girl stutter anymore?

"He was what? Just spit it out!"

"Oh sorry Mr.Crowley. He was crying! He was having a panic attack and well, I calmed him down and tried to call you but he insisted on me not calling you and him just going out to get a fresh breath of air and I probably shouldn't have let him go and oh I am so sorry!"

Aziraphale? Crying? A panic attack? Oh no what did I do? Where is he? I need to find him.

"Uh, it's quite alright Muriel. I'm not mad but I am going to go find Aziraphale now, alright? Bye now"

AZIRAPHALE POV

Well now that my breathing slowed down I can just sit on this park bench for a minute in the peace and quiet. Not thinking about anything. Pushing all my worries aside. I haven't really had a minute to myself in a few. I need this. Just peace and quiet.

CROWLEY (peace and quiet my ass. i know you all want your happy ending and don't worry it's coming faster than the depression hit you from season 2!)

If Aziraphale is anywhere he's at a park. Not just any park though. Especially if he walked. He's at the one down the road.

As I pulled up and got out of my car I spotted him right away. He seemed to calm and content. Poor thing probably hasn't gotten a moment to himself. But right now he needs someone with him.

As I walked over I couldn't help but to notice how tired and overworked he looked.

"Hey, Aziraphale..you okay?" I whispered, not even knowing why it just felt right.

"Oh hello Crowley you frightened me. I'm quite alright..why wouldn't I be?"

He's not telling me the truth obviously. I mean I understand but still. I want him to trust me.

"Well..Muriel called. You had a panic attack? Why didn't you call for me? If I were mad you know I would've been there for you right?"

He looked at me, almost surprised for a moment but then he calmly spoke.

"Well yes I understand you would have but my whole breakdown was really not of much importance I'm sure as you said you had other thin-"

"You? Not being of importance? Impossible. You are one of the MOST important people in my life Aziraphale. Anything that happens big or small I want to know about it. I need to. I want to make sure you're okay because angel, I love y-"

Azi and Crowley Pov

Aziraphale cuts off those last words with a kiss. Crowley kisses him back because he can't not. Aziraphale right then and there realizes how much of Crowley he really wants, and it's overwhelming in the best way possible. It's gentle but firm, they don't come up for air for what feels like hours. They could do this for hours. They probably will someday. Crowley is first to break the kiss only to say.

"Don't ever forgive me again"

There was joking in his voice but also a level of seriousness Aziraphale hasn't heard in a while.

That comment is followed by a breathless Aziraphale as a light laugh escapes his mouth.

"I wouldn't dream of it dear"

Even though Aziraphale went along with the tone. He knew what kind of promise he was making. He knew it was a promise he could and would keep.

And no, it may not be perfect.

But it damn good enough for the both of them.

I DECLARE MY FIRST (and definitely not the last) GOOD OMENS, CROWLEY X AZIRAPHALE FAN FICTION FINALLY FINISHED!

Can I get a wahoo?

[starheirxero]

I've been thinking a lot about Lunar's different designs, and would love to ramble about them a bit, if you don't mind!

All of this is, of course, completely self-indulgent, and my own interpretation!

Now, Lunar has three official VR models. There's the most iconic one, with the crescent moon, the cuter version of moon, and of course his current one! For simplicity, I will refer to them as "Crescent", "CutieMoony", and will call his current one "Pastel".

There was one other design, his very first, which was shown in the thumbnail, though in the actual show was just a very pale recoloring of moon, and only shown in reaction videos. Though it was never canon, I do still have my own interpretation to that as well! This one, I will refer to as "Pale".

"Crescent" is most important design, as it brings meaning to the rest. It lays the foundation for everything else, as it is his real design. It's what he automatically glitches into when he's under high stress. Most importantly, it's what he's been shown to look like in every other universe. Lord Lunar, Lunara, swap Lunar, all of them are the same. Crescent is universally shown to be his real self.

"Pale", on the other hand is, simply put, what Eclipse wanted him to be. Something easily pushed into the background, something mild. Something to sit by quietly, to take what is thrown at him. Pale is the opposite of who Lunar actually is. Interestingly enough, his design in the thumbnail changed the day Moon returned, the day Lunar finally decided to cut off his puppet strings and reject Eclipse. That day, he rejected the image Eclipse had crafted for him, and his design, pale and barely there at all, bloomed into something bright, something noticeable. Lunar finally became themself, no longer bound to their purpose.

"CutieMoony", is the opposite of Pale, as it's what he chose to be. This design, to me, truly underlines Lunar's relationship and appreciation for old moon. He already has an actual design, one designed by his brothers, one that's truly him, in this universe and every other, and he can change into everything he wishes to be, yet he chooses to look like old Moon. Old Moon, who knew him best, right after Monty. They have shared the same body, and old Moon has seen the dents and hurt left in Eclipse's wake. He is the one Lunar ran to, when they couldn't bear the abuse anymore, the one they cried their heart out to. And despite what Lunar did, even under the influence of someone else, he met them with nothing but care and concern. He listened to them, and visibly tried to reach out, only to hesitate and hover instead, for his hands were only ever used to hurt before, something Lunar knew. He didn't force them to stay outside, and took their place, didn't even hesitate when Lunar asked him to be his brother. He is the first one who tried so hard to be a loving brother, arguably trying to be what he couldn't be for Sun, at least not in the beginning. He actively supported their interests, remembered what they liked. When Sun scared Lunar in a horror game and made them cry, Sun panicked because Moon would hear, showing just how much of a protective barrier old Moon was for Lunar. By taking his appearance, Lunar truly showed how much they looked up to him, and how safe he made them feel, considering they took this appearance while they were trapped by KC. Another thing to note is the red and yellow accents, very reminiscent of Sun, showing how much their bond has grown since the rocky start.

Last but not least, there is "Pastel". This design definitly has a lot of interpretation to give, but my favorite to focus on is the raw wrongness of it. Because we know what Lunar looks like. He's supposed to be vibrant and blue, yet this body is purple and mellow. Ironically enough, it's very similar to "Pale", the very personification of what Eclipse wanted him to be, showing the permanent mark he has left on them, as well as their mental state. Their energy isn't genuine anymore, it's a distraction and exaggeration to run from the mess left in their head. There is also the divinity inside of them, reflected in their eyes, showing them that now, they are more than just Lunar. They are part of something much bigger than themself. This body, in every sense of the word, is not their own. It's something they might never see as a home either. Another irony is how it once again links them to Eclipse, who himself is in a body not his own.

His body is a literal copy after all, not to forget that his "real self" was universally shown to look like Solar, minus God Eclipse.

This was a rather long ramble, but I really needed to get it out of my system! The brainrot's been growing steadily-

Thank you for reading!

-Stardust

BELOVED STARDUST ANON I'M GOING TO START DOING FLIPS OVER HOW EXCITED I AM ABOUT THIS OH MY GHOD

I don't even know what to say other than these are all a fantastic observations and that I am wholeheartedly accepting these into my soul forever I think

[skoulsons]

Ellie’s “why!” In her notebook after… you know

The sheer number of attempted eyes she drew. None of them look quite right. None of them match his.

His eyes. The eyes she knows so well. She can draw the rest of his face damn near perfectly, but not his eyes.

She can’t draw the parts of him that she could see through into his heart. The parts of him that shined so bright when he was around her. Those eyes that glowed so bright in the space shuttle. The eyes that looked at her with so much love and care for her, whether she could see him looking at her or not.

She can’t feel his embrace anymore. She can no longer hug him and feel his arms wrapped around her, never failing to hold her tight. She can no longer experience a kiss to her head or gentle fingers threading through her hair. She can’t hold his warm hands or hear his voice and endearments that always followed it anymore. She will never hear a “kiddo”, “baby girl”, or any other endearment he so lovingly gave to her ever again.

The one thing she had the chance to keep to see his light again. His eyes.

And she can’t even draw them.

[crazymecjc]

tristamp character refs oughghghgh (got possessed by the need to draw the blorbos)