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daily-spooky · 3 days
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Sea monster illustrations by William 巴特尔  Bao
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neuronflyeater · 2 days
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glitchy-squidd · 3 days
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˗ˏˋ "Happy Family" AU ˎˊ˗
A universe where all of the Afton Kids are alive, but that doesn't mean Afton is a good father. He's still just as horrible and still has killed a dozen children, and he plans for his own to be next in line.
He'll do anything to get to them.
ermm.. if you guys have any questions feel free to ask!
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gutsandeverything · 22 hours
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smuckles and smumbles
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heartsfortwotpot · 2 days
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hrokkall · 16 hours
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Chrysalis
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mag200 · 22 hours
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that dream about all your teeth falling out
oil pastel // ko-fi
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metal-gear-samus · 3 days
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I made a promise. I'll do anything.
(Signalis x Dungeon Meshi)
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crabjest · 3 days
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🌌Transformation/Consumption/Surrender🏜️
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Based off and text from a dope ass fic by @astrum99
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ohno-the-sun · 2 days
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Ough both sun and moon having issues 💔
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daily-spooky · 3 days
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ex0skeletal-undead · 21 hours
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Gulls by Nikodem J. Malec
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anima-virtuosa · 22 hours
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I was sad thinking about pinatas
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mu-na · 1 day
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DO IT
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spinchip · 13 hours
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You’ve been living in a death machine
(Warnings: Character death, ice-related injuries)
There’s a certain liberation, a release of tension that comes with this. With the pressure of the staff back in your hand, the wood grain against the sensitive sensors delicately woven into the pads of your fingers. They’d torn your code open and tangled their hands in it and ripped and ripped and ripped until they took everything that made you who you are. They wrenched free your love, your generosity, your kindness- There was no mercy left in your power core. There was nothing. Then they handed you the staff, and resurrected an evil they didn’t truly understand. They couldn’t control you. They didn’t know they couldn’t control you. Turpentine poured in one ear and all the goodness and morality washing out the other, scrubbed clean of the weak and soft parts of himself. The gentleness of your edges has been filed down sharp and rigid, dragged across a whetstone and sharpened to the precision of a razor blade.
You are the Ice Emperor. You missed this.
There is relief with the loss of Zane. You are the same person, of course, but without the burden of guilt and shame. Without the restriction of fear. While upon the throne of the Never Realm, you had come to respect some of the people under your rule- those who stood and fought, who were strong and relentless and clever, who kept swinging even as ice encased their legs and grew steadily higher. You respected the Krag. You respected Akita.
(And out of respect for them, for their prowess as warriors, you didn’t dare hold back.)
You did not respect that part of yourself. A soft, sad thing. Afraid to raise your hand too quickly, unable to utilize the hundreds of killing tactics you had perfected and as such losing so miserably it's almost comical. Almost. You’d have laughed if it didn’t fill you with a humming miasma of deep seated fury. You spent all this time letting yourself fail, asking for pain when you cowed away from a finishing blow. You didn’t remember how far above them you are. You were a coward- spineless and scared, without the nerve to exercise your power.
The Emperor is no such fool.
The girl in front of you takes a sudden step back when you raise your eyes to meet hers. A vicious satisfaction bubbles up your throat, crowding against your teeth. Your presence expands, filling the room and all its corners, commanding attention- the temperature drops until her breath fogs in front of her mouth. She wants to carry in her eyes what you do. She covets the cold detachment that comes second nature to you. She envies your brutality.
She is terribly, horribly frightened by your rage.
The purple crystals glittering around you might be considered beautiful by someone who cares about things like that. You don't even notice their glow. All you care about is the staff and the blood lust sitting under you skin, nestled between your wiring.
Ripped from your home, flooded with feelings so foreign and wrong they rewrote your personality until you were nothing but a bad memory- and now, dragged back out to fight without your advisor at your side, ordered like a dog- Destroy the Ninja! Like you were a prized pet bred to obey. The room was filled with others- people you recognized, people who hurt you when you were too scared to hit back. (The Mechanic, Mr. E, all of them comfortable in their successes against you- they don't see the threat sitting at their feet. They don't even realize they should run.) They laugh and they jeer and they poke and prod and provoke you. They didn’t know what they’d done. They didn’t know who they had invited into their home- their murderer welcomed with cruel smiles and pitiful commands that they thought you would mindlessly follow.
You wanted to make them scared.
You stand to your full height, not curled up and defeated on the stone floor anymore. The girl doesn’t move as you rise to tower over her, staring at you and trying to form the right words to have you bow down before her. She is a pitiful thing. Her eyes glimmer with the hunted desperation of someone who has fought for every breath she’s ever taken. She thinks she will survive this as she has survived everything else.
You raise your hand and she flinches. The room grows quiet. Gently, you reach out and press your finger against her forehead. It only takes a moment- a tap.
She gasps, her whole body convulsing as she chokes on nothing, futilely trying to take in air. Her legs crumple and she hits the floor with a thunk.
You started with the brain. Ice unfurling slowly through her frontal lobe all the way to her cerebellum before curling down her brain stem. Slow enough so that she knew exactly what was happening to her, but too quickly for her body to go numb to the sting. You could see it in her eyes, a terror that only comes when a painful death has surrounded you- when you know there was no way out of it this time. You let the ice trickle down her spinal cord to her lungs, filling her capillaries and cracking delicate tissue when she tries desperately to breathe. It sunk into her heart last. Brain dead in 2 seconds, collapsed at 3.
You raise your head, staring at the sea of horrified faces.
You're going to enjoy this.
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