#disappears again without a trace

[nanstar200]

Sorry for disappearing guys whoa 😧😧

Here’s some various DCA and Spamton doodles!!!!

[dean-winchester-pussy]

"bela fucked over the winchesters" and she was hot af while doing it! shut the fuck up

[stick-by-me]

Aim true...

From The-Alixer-Bin!

(Psst you should all look at art of my DND character I love her.)

[pochapal]

rounding up all princes on white horses and leading them straight to the glue factory

[pilonciillo]

the thing about moving out is i don’t hear the family drama anymore:( because what do you mean my cousin got a girl pregnant and in the middle of the night she left without saying anything to anyone and now he’s a single father

[hoosierbi]

willbur "hoosier" smith apb jacob pitts is compelling to watch because every single thing he does is what id do if i was in his situation. cling to a dog during a shelling. go to sleep the second i get the chance instead of going partying in melbourne with my friends. apologize before passing out from blood loss. shove cigarettes up my nostrils because hey its better than the stench of death. tell my friend who wont let me enjoy my coffee to kill our commanding officer or shut the fuck up. be as deadpan and dry as possible at all times. hes so me

[microcroft]

going full pepe silvia mode on my theory that ruby sunday is the doctor and rose's daughter

[crowshoots-moved]

ended up going thru my followers and doing a softblock spree.... yall it was like 80% grishaverse blogs and it made me so sad

[caffeinatedopossum]

If you do relapse, please be safe about it, okay?? We can't control what you do, but try to be safe as you can.

Thanks 💙 I will try my best

[darkkitty1208]

If I haven't responded to messages in a while, I promise it doesn't mean I'm ignoring you/don't like talking with you; it just takes a specific level of willpower (and willpower--for me at least--has nothing to do with interest and more to do with the level of dopamine I'm running on) for me to respond sometimes. Or, you know, maybe I just got busy and forgot. Or answered it in my head instead. Anyway, I swear I still love y'all 💖

[nishibai]

i downloaded block blast :drool:

[zarithial]

thinking about the people who vanished without a trace. The mutual who reblogged something as usual and never came back online. The friend on discord who just disappeared, and when you go to check on them their account is deleted and theres no other way to contact them

I look out of my window and hope you are okay, I wish you well and Im sorry I didn't get to say goodbye.

I hope we meet again someday but until then. Stay safe. Stay alive. Be well.

[challahbread]

the feminine urge to leave before they can leave you>>>>>>>>>

[witchnordemon]

Collector tilted their head at Valor's silence again, raising an eyebrow as he turned away from them. He was about to remark with some sort of quip when...

What?

He was beginning to... sort of grasp the concept of dying, of being dead. They'd had conversations, where he tried his hardest to understand something so completely alien to himself and his kind's very existence. They knew that... that apparently, mortal beings that got old would eventually lay down and go to sleep, forever. They would not get back up, they were not safe in the Archives, and... and their physical forms would return to the earth, but...

Hope wasn't old, not by a long shot - heck, they called her baby beastie for a reason. Was she "ill", something that could happen to mortals to make them "die" occasionally, that - while sad, couldn't always be stopped?

But then what did that have to do with Belos?

That internal question was what kicked a sick, all-consuming churning feeling in his body into motion. Philip was a nice friend! He wanted only the best for everyone- he was only protecting them, because he loved them so much! Even if he was strict, or could be snappy, or mean, he would definitely send Hope away so she couldn't hurt Valor if he was worried, b-but- he wouldn't do... he wouldn't-

He flipped from lounging upside down to a seated position in an instant, right in front of Valor but staring down at the floor instead, a deeply troubled expression on his face.

❝ Tha-that's not... I don't- why would- ❞ They stumbled over their words, ❝ it doesn't make sense! H-he... he wouldn't- ❞

Well, if the Collector wasn't going to notice him he wasn't going to say anything to continue the conversa- Oh nevermind.

He looked away at their question. Able to talk, but he didn't know if that counted as better. He still felt absolutely horrible, and exhausted to boot.

But . . . he really did need to tell the Collector what happened. If only so that they wouldn't keep implying that Hope was off alive somewhere.

Still refusing to look at them, he murmured, "Hope's not off with her family, Collector. She . . . She's dead."

There, he said it. He tore the words from his throat. Was that really so hard? Why couldn't he say it earlier? What was wrong with him?

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a yandere! who used to be your old crush.

you never noticed it. far too smitten with the small interactions that he'd give you, the way that his lips would quirk up into a smile upon seeing you, the little sparkle in his eyes he'd give you when you asked him for a pencil. something about the softness of his voice entranced you, the way he blended into the background and yet spoke to you with so much ease... it was comforting in a way. to be the one able see the leak of sincerity in his tone.

he adored it. the feeling you gave him, knowing that you were out there obsessing over him. you only saw the quiet nice guy that he presented himself as, you didn't see the total loser who'd pant your name in his bed, screaming out for you as his toes curled at the thought of your earlier interactions.

but there was another girl. sofia. with cheeks rosy and painted with red, freckles kissing her face, and a smile so lovely that told you that you couldn't compete.

she understood why you were so charmed with him, and it was never in your nature to compete. you were all to happy to be the hand that nudged her towards him, that encouraged her advances, but you were also the one who's heart ached in jealousy.

and so you told yourself to move on.

the tiny moments that you used to seek with him, the daily interactions you'd work towards achieving with each day halted. you fixated on other things, and drowned in your school work, anything to take your mind away from him. he wouldn't notice. he'd love her, and to you he'd blend into the shadows like a celebrity long forgotten.

and you were able to.

you were so enamoured with the feeling of freedom that grasped you once you'd abandoned your obsession that you were too naive to pick up on the little things that would have sent you crazy in the past.

the way his eyebrows would furrow once you didn't linger your hand on his a moment more than needed. the stare he'd drill into the back of his head as he wondered, why weren't you looking back?

most of all, you failed to acknowledge the betrayal that he felt.

sofia stopped attending school. so did he. and there was a moment of peace, were your friends wouldn't give you teasing nudges each time you walked past him, and you wouldn't need to endure the facade of friendship that the two of you held. you had no problems with her, yet she stood as a painful reminder, one that disappeared without a trace.

to this day you still don't understand how. the way that she was able to vanish, the mystery behind her departure. that faithful night that she had walked away from her house without looking back had spread through the news, with no leads and no more than a cold case.

he came into school a few weeks later, his body thinner with a sleeves that hugged his arms.

and once again, you were in the dark.

about the involvement he held in her disappearance, the intricate carvings of your name on his wrist that he kissed each night before bed. he was a total freak, with pictures he'd taken of you covering a corner of his room, paired with offerings of crystals and ribbons that he tied into a bow to look nice.

[bitterpngs]

yeah i think i should just give up