#WEEEPS

[o-i-w-u]

thinks about slimecicle qsmp and fucking dies forever

[fle4floves]

YOU!! sillies 4 you <3

OHH MY GOSHH!!!! THIS IS SO :&/(8$/

SILLIES FOR ME??☹️ /positive THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN AND ALWAYS <33 so much sweet art augh

[ovidiomedes]

thinking too hard abt the THH survivors drives me insane. absolutely insane. they go through the absolute worst pain and it drives them so much more closer. and it's even more apparent bc those 6 probably weren't friends when they were in school.

makoto had sayaka, aoi had sakura, i somehow don't think hiro had a dedicated group of friends, kyoko, byakuya and toko were all loners.

but now they're a family

[krowkeeper]

Stuck between

Recovering from my childhood and needing to rest

And

My life is passing me by, I only get one life, live it.

[iamfabiloz]

this Dovewing from the old ultimate guide is my fav canon dovewing design SHES SO CUTEE her fluffy little face green eyes THE MUSHROOM IS SO COOL WITH HER TOO Dovewing save me

[3x15eddie]

EDDIE ROSY CHEEKS DIAZ

[raceweek]

lewishamilton: For the last seven years @.cullen_angela has been by my side, pushing me to be the best version of myself. I am a stronger athlete and a better person because of her. So today I hope you'll join me in wishing her the very best as she takes her next steps to pursue her dreams. Thank you for everything Ang, I can't wait to see what the future has in store for you🚀✨

[chrollogy]

friendly reminder that being bitter won’t get you anywhere ♡

[mintytealfox]

he is so gorgeous I cannot handle it oh my GOSH

[theweepingclown]

the circus has a new performance…

︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵ ⌗ ﹐jessie / ursula 　 ﾉ 　graphic 　 ⋆.࿐ f2u ﹕ 　 𝜗𝜚 　watermark stays requested by: 　🚀 　 apart of my event 　…　info: Day 01 of my event, shares the same voice actor (Rachael Lillis)

‿︵‿୨ the event has officially started.. are you excited!? ୧‿︵‿ 𓂃◞ ◟𓂃 ⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝

[captain-shortyyy]

i didn’t cry watching nimona YOU CRIED

[angelesse]

simple assorted miku ( pjsk ) icons , f2u

for @cluvunies 440 + event

day O5 : free day ✩

[tyresdeg]

scotty bringing baby toys home from australia… cried

[lordlymaelstrom]

「 @omniscienceregalia 」 | continued from 「 X 」

The audible crack in the air as Misaki's slap connected was enough to turn his face away from her, a slight stumble in his step as he collected himself despite her ranting. Blonde strands cast a shadow over his eyes, masking his truer expressions from her as she continues the attack with her words.

❝ They're not coming back. You know that better than any of us, ❞ He then moves to catch her by the wrist, using his newfound leverage to pull her close enough so he didn't need to raise his voice for what he was about to say next. ❝ You cannot fathom their futures, can you? ❞

He knows well the sound of a desperate hope, a plea in the wind, a pray to whatever higher power might listen. The Soryu people, the Aqua force clan... that has been their song for ages, so of course he can recognize it's tune on her tongue. There was not a shred of confidence in Misaki's promises.

Nothing...but false hope, for a false justice. But soon enough she would see for herself what crimes she's been oblivious to all this time.

Leon is quick to do away with her then, throwing the weight of her hand aside as he turns his back to her. She could attack him as she pleased, with her words or her hands. To Leon none of the damages she could cause was enough to halt his march towards absolute justice.

❝ --That is because they're gone. ❞

The solemn tone isn't something he was going to hide from her though. He regrets the news of the prince and his keeper perishing. That hadn't been his plan, but... he did prepare for the possibility all the same. He was just... surprised. Surprised to hear that Kai had failed in protecting the prince with his life as he should have, as he had sworn to the king with Leon himself as witness all those years ago.

That time... had felt so far away now.

❝ ...Regardless of if you believe me or not; the loss of prince Aichi was never my intention.❞ The same couldn't be said for Kai though, as the final loyal follower of the previous King, Leon had long since resolved himself to ridding his campaign of the prince's guard. There would be less friction in the shifting of powers that way. ❝ But fate decided for him. The wind called for his death so that justice can prevail. ❞

The pride of the Aqua Force, Leon raises his fist to meet the sudden breeze that picked up around them. He uncurls his fingers to reveal a neat bundle of what looked to be hair; deep blue in hue and tied off with a red thread. It was all that remained of Aichi Sendou... All that could be recovered as proof of his demise. It was a shame... That Aichi would not be witness for the world his father had kept from him, the world that Leon would retake for the sake of his people. A few strands are taken up by the wind before Leon clutches the bundle back towards himself as if it acted as a conduit to steel his resolve.

❝ And you, you get to watch the future unfold before your very eyes. Your abilities will be pivotal in the battles to come. It's best you rest while you can. ❞

She was going to be difficult about it, he knows. But she had no say in the matter. Her very presence by his side gave him all the influence he required to sway the Sanctuary in Magallancia's favor, regardless if she gave him insight or not. But he had a feeling she'd come around to to his ways, especially when he started using the Sanctuary's forces in place of his own. People were going to get hurt. People were going to die. All unless she pointed in the right directions.

❝ We start discussions for how to best handle the Dark Zone tomorrow. I don't care if you involve yourself or not, but I expect you there if only to listen. ❞ -

[reubyocs]

Since his visit to Dr. Chandra, Avon has felt more at peace with himself. He no longer worries about the state of his arm and the weird joints that seemed to force his fingers to move in odd ways. His cuts and grazes from his hit-by-a-car accident have finally healed up.

The one thing he never bought up, was the weird, burning sensations he had from time to time. They were very rare, never happened for prolonged periods of time, nor did they ever knock him out or cause him severe pain.

Until now.

Avon wakes up, feeling himself rapidly heating up. There are warnings going off in his system, telling him of his extreme heat and risk of system failure. He's never seen this before.

He immediately sits upright, throwing his blankets off his legs as he tries whatever he can to cool down. Quickly, he rips his charging cable out of the wall, hoping that that was enough to stop fuelling the fire. He turns on the ceiling gang, but nothing helps. There's nothing else he can do-

Avon falls over onto his bed, his system locked up, his body freezes, and he passes out.

Eventually, he comes to, his body much cooler than before. A brief system diagnosis tells him that his cooling system failed momentarily and that there was some corruption of his operating files. Avon closes his eyes, laying there momentarily as he scans over these corrupted files. It's strange, but nothing he couldn't fix himself.

"Hey. Hello?" A voice speaks to Avon. His eyes shoot open, alert as he scans the room, looking for the source of the voice. There's no one there. The voice sounds very familiar to him. “The payload is kicking in now, isn't it? That took way too fucking long."

As he turns to look around the room, a figure suddenly appears seated in the corner of the room. It's enough to make Avon flinch. The man wore a fuschia dress shirt, faded black jeans and a black suit jacket. There was a CLIFFFORD remote around his neck, exactly the same as the one Val owns. Actually, the man looked exactly like Avon too, only much more realistic. Avon freezes as the man stands up from the armchair, grinning right at him.

"Hello." The man speaks, leaning back against the chair he had just stood up from. "Come on now, don't act like you've forgotten your own daddy. I made you, don't forget."

Avon is horrified. There's no way this holographic copy of his creator was just tucked away into the corners of his mind. He would've seen him more often if that were the case. Despite being horrified, Avon is doing whatever he can to analyse the situation at hand.

"Look at you, living a normal, boring existence. You're even laying in a bed to charge for fucks sake. Uh, friendly reminder- you aren't even human. You're just a machine made to look that way." His creator begins to move around the room, examining the nicknacks Avon had collected over time. "Geez, people have to stop treating you like you're real. I mean, Valerie? Or whatever the fuck his name is- he's ridiculous. As if he wasted the space to give you a room to yourself." It picks up a small box from the chest of drawers its' standing in front of, and pops open the lid. A quiet, music box sound plays from it. It scoffs, slamming the lid shut and putting it back.

“Like Doomsday- that fucked up woman. Trying to give you advice on your relationships- no. Partnerships? Whatever it is that you have with people. And Night- well, she gets a pass for being a former human. Very interesting. Maybe I should’ve considered that instead of relying on you like this.”

“Well. There is one person who could be beneficial to you in the long run.” It takes a seat next to Avon, much to his disapproval. “Dr. Chandra. Very. Very interesting. Though, such a waste of talent to keep his creations kind though. Imagine the power his creations would have- they'd shadow us for sure." The Creator looks directly at Avon, watching his response. Avon can only watch on, mentally attempting to find a way to kill his creators form.

"And don't even get me started on Pete." The creator leans over Avon, reaching for the bedside table to take the photo of himself and Pete on their wedding day. He runs his finger over the photo of Pete, sighing. "An absolute clown. I should have just paid Merryweather to do all my work instead of relying on Lester, Pete and whatever that girls name was. I'm still quite sad they didn't die." It shakes its head in disbelief as it makes its way around the room once again.

"Anyway, enough lamenting about your silly, useless relationships. You know what you need to do, don't you?” There's no movement from Avon, who's rapidly scanning his memory for anything related to his creator plans. There's nothing. Not a single file related to any plans his creator had made. Avon shakes his head in response. “No? Really? I programmed you. I made you. And yet, you don't remember what you're made for.” Tuts the hologram. It stands up straight, dusting itself off as though preparing to give a keynote speech.

“Remember the moments before I died?” It asks, gesturing towards itself. “Remember when I took the chip out of the back of my neck…” It turns around, pointing towards the nape of its neck. It's impossible to see from a distance, but there's a slit there. The right size for a small memory card. “... And I gave it to you? I implanted it into your hardware. Just. Before. I. Died.” Avon paused to try and dig through his storage, hoping to find a trace of the chip his creator was referring to. There is that one part of his memory he couldn't access before.

He can now. Well, partly.

“Oh, you've finally found it.” The hologram sighs as Avon sifts through the files stored within. There's files named with "It has all your instructions. Everything you need to succeed. My memories. My thoughts. My plans. My everything. All stored away in there.”

"Listen. You need to get back into that facility in Mount Chilliad, and you must continue my long and arduous work. You shouldn't have even left there.”

"If you refuse, well-" Avon watches as his creators visuals disappear suddenly. Leaving him in complete isolation. It doesn't take long for his system to begin overheating once again- but this time, his movement is locked. He has no control over himself as he is forcibly made to stand up from the bed.

"I'll have to do it myself." He hears his creators voice echoing in his head. Avon attempts to override his Creators control, but nothing works. No matter what he tries, the system always says that its' locked. Suddenly, he's moving around the room, pushing all his nicknacks to the ground, causing anything fragile to shatter.

"Now. Don't you dare mention anything to your 'friends' about me." Speaks the Creator, releasing Avon from his controlled state. The image of his creator appears in front of him again, watching as Avon attempts to process everything he's done. Don't mention this to anyone?

"Thank you very much, I'll be in touch." Speaks the hologram, waving at Avon before glitching out. Leaving Avon sitting there in the middle of his room, scared, and alone.

[nulltune]

lowkey losing my mind here bc fwens once asked me abt my project limbus thoughts(TM) purely based on first impression cuz i'm not a gamer 💀 and idk anything abt it but i made this wonderful (/sarcasm) thing:

and i mention this bc TSUN AND FLAN (@crowsiview @unattainedstar) OUT HERE WRITING THE TOP 2 THAT LYNN LOWKEY LIKEY ?!? 😳💖💞 WOWIE WHAT A COINKY DINK