#i hope you like this em

[literali1110]

Chenford + "I don't want to die alone."

tw: mentions of blood loss heads up, this is angsty but with a happy ending I promise!

“I don’t want to die alone.”

He utters the words before he can think better of it, a testament to how serious his injuries are. His brain to mouth filter seems to have been lost along with the liters of blood. He’d put up a good fight, running on adrenaline, but that had worn off, and he’d just felt tired. Tired, cold, scared, and alone.

But then Lucy’s voice had come over the radio, telling him they had found his location, and she was on her way to him. And all he could think was that he hoped she made it so he could spend his final moments with her by his side.

They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die, but all Tim can think of is his regrets. And his biggest regret of all; not telling Lucy how he feels. It had felt like there were so many obstacles in the way of them being together, but thinking back on it, they all seem so insignificant. Now, he mourns every single precious wasted minute. Here he was, alone in more ways than one, dying before he got his second chance at love, at having a family.

“Tim!” Lucy’s voice comes through the radio again, slightly scratchy. He just knows there are tears in her eyes and he can’t help but let some of his own fall. “Timothy Bradford, I swear to God if you die on me I'll spread your ashes over Dodger Field.”

How is it that this woman manages to lighten his mood even at death’s door?

Somehow, he finds the strength to respond. “Don’t. They'll screw up…”

“Yup, even though it will screw up the pH of the grass. That’s how you know how serious I am. You are not dying.”

He knows what she’s trying to do. Trying to keep him talking, to keep him optimistic. She’s done it for him before. But this time things feel different. And he has to make sure he says everything he needs to before it’s too late.

“Take good care of Kojo for me,” he starts, blackness beginning to creep into the edge of his vision.

“Tim! No. You’re going to be okay Tim, we’re only a minute out, RA is meeting us on scene, you’re going to go home and take good care of Kojo yourself–”

He can barely keep his eyes open through her rambling, let alone finish telling her everything he wants to say. That’s okay, he’ll just skip to the most important part.

“Lucy, I lo-”

“No. No, Tim, no, please not like this,” Lucy cries in his ear, and, finding it fitting that it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, he listens to her request, falling silent.

Everything goes black.

-----------------------

He wakes up in a bright room. After a few moments of confusion, he pieces together the familiar scenery of Shaw Memorial.

“Hey.”

He turns his head slowly to his left, resting his eyes upon Lucy, who uncurls herself from the visitor’s chair she’d been sitting in. She walks over to him, grabbing onto his hand and holding it tight. He can tell by her eyes that she’d been crying.

“Hey,” he replies, his voice cracking. 

“You’re okay, the doctors say you’re going to be good as new,” she tells him with a soft smile, and then pauses, her eyes welling up again, “you really scared me there, Tim.”

“I know,” he tells her, squeezing her hand back with as much strength as he can muster, “I’m sorry. I knew you would find me, but I was scared there too for a moment that it wouldn’t be in time.” There aren’t words to describe how grateful he feels that he was wrong.

Lucy takes a deep breath, wiping at her eyes. “So…do you want to talk about it?”

[kwadlayns]

Good detectives do what they need to in order to solve a case. 💀🔎✨

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[verflares]

(draconifies your zelink) oh whoops lol

+ an extra pic of em hanging out together :]

btw, you can find these guys on inprnt! both as a pair, or apart :] You Choose.

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

[humming-fly]

I only just now realized what a shame it is we never got to see Al and Greedling really interacting

[lacm-ac]

A Farcille for your enjoyment

[ajwalkerartblog]

them!!! they!!!!!

[valdevia]

Some of the art I've done for folklore from my homeland of Asturias:

El Pesadiellu haunts people in their sleep. It will stand atop you, pressing down on your chest to cause suffocation and nightmares. As soon as you wake, it will vanish.

It takes many forms, from a huge hairy hand (la Manona), to a male goat, to a purely invisible being. All across Asturias, it is believed to be the cause of many of the horrors that affect us in our slumber.

In the forests of Asturias, people know to beware of the scraping sound of washboards near streams. It means the Llavanderes are working.

One of the washerwomen will ask for help drying her blood-soaked shroud. Never twist it in the same direction as her, or she will drown you.

El Sumiciu is an entity that embodies the void. When someone loses an object that seemed to be in front of them moments ago, they will usually accuse the greedy Sumiciu of swallowing it. Oft misconceived as a house elf, its true shape is shrouded in mystery.

When travelling the craggy mountains of Asturias, beware the hiss of the Cuélebre, a winged serpent which grows over the aeons until the earth trembles under its weight.

If you are foolish enough to seek its treasure, find its cave on the Summer Solstice, when it is weakest. You must bring an offering it may feed on, and hide inside it knives and needles that will slay it from within.

This picture was taken the night when two kids passed away from tuberculosis in a small Asturian village, 1892.

In these remote areas people still tell the tales of La Güestia, a ghostly procession that will march towards a dying person's house and carry them off to join them.

[bonicedemandarina]

Click for better quality

Shotout to Leona and Cheka for singlehandedly getting me out of the worst artblock I've had in months, love these guys

Tbh I just wanted to draw Cheka doing that one thing kids do when they treat you like a climbing tree, I have other drawing about that but it's a work in progress, it was supposed to be animation practice but Ibis got some crunchy quality on the canvas if you don't pay so. Yeah. Also Grim is here bc why not

[divorcedwife]

life in death and death in life

[skelenova]

idk they're kinda cute 2gether...

timothy belongs to @pinetreevillain

[soupsnspoons]

thank you soli for . well you didnt actually do anything really what the hell am i thanking you for

[redbelles]

But plant your hope with good seeds Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds Rain down, rain down on me I will hold on —Thistle & Weeds by Mumford & Sons

@hbowardaily summer 2024 exchange ⬩ for @rebeccapearson

[cenpede]

Opens my sketchbook and shows you all my silly lines on paper

Pls click idk why the quality suddenly went ass up

[coulsart]

Created by a reclusive toymaker and brought to life by a wish, the two lived happily for many years. They were beloved and spoiled by their creator, as if they were her children. But all too quickly she fell ill. Bound to their home with no knowledge or way to seek help, the two could only watch as their creator withered away.

The years of solitude and grief twisted their magic and their bodies. Now they wait alone in that manor, hoping to be rediscovered.