#same path

[crmsnmth]

It Runs in the Family

Addiction was a gift from my father as we do lines on my twenty-first birthday so we could drink more and be drunk less And it worked until we ran out Happy birthday leads to a three day hangover alcohol poisoning and I'm lucky to be alive

Fast forward five years and I'm I can be found in a 24 hour Walgreen's bathroom using toilet water for the spoon my arms bruised and ugly The veins collapsed and dying my eyes sunken with bags underneath them Just because my heart was beating does not mean I wasn't a corpse I should have been in the morgue

It took awhile to get clean, to get a grip to stop spending all my time trying to die to wake up and remember just how to survive My hands were taken over by friends and family I held my head down in shame and entered that big brick building And I came out, finally alive new and freshly clean

I had hoped it wouldn't happen but now my brother's swimming in that water And I watch helpless wondering if that's how I became too In another life this wouldn't be so genetic we wouldn't all be who we are We'd have made it without the crutches But our last name brings excess on every single thing that the light touches I guess it just runs in the family

[sherifemara]

bestfriend 

Two girls are walking side by side, wearing matching outfits, and on the poster, it says "Best Friends." Would you like me to help with the design of this scene?

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[iseetheisland]

If you're having a rough day, just know that today someone expressed interest in me and asked for my number. I turned them down, and they got super awkward and visibly disappointed.

Turns out, we happened to both be headed to the same bus stop, to get on the same bus, to get off at the same stop, to walk into the same store.

[tragedytells-tales]

Six characters MK's from LMK AU's to make fanart of, for enrichment and practice, final!

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Possessed MK AU requested by: @sc6rl3t

New Past AU MK by: @lululocomo | Requested by: @estellardreams

Harbinger MK AU requested by: @milkywaypudding

Shadowpeach Bio Parents Second Star AU MK by: @kyri45 | Requested by: @writing-heiress & @goldentigereyemania

EPICTM Legendary AU MK by: @ducky-dawn47

If you requested something and I didn't do it/have a request in mind, then I'll likely draw it for round 2 or just for fun at some point!!

This is a list of summaries for every AU

Champion of Destiny:

MK got possessed long before his first fight with the Lady Bone Demon. A curse was whispered between those harsh words she sewed into his mind that day in Spider Queens lair. And what makes a better champion than a king or a warrior? Something absolute, something destined, someone crafted by a goddess herself.

A harbinger.

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The New Past:

"After getting in the Pillar of Heaven, the cycle end and MK cannot go back home. With the help of Nuwa and the color stone, he was send to the next cycle so he could live a new life without the burden of being the harbinger of chaos.

MK, now fully a mystic monkey, arrived in this new cycle at the time of Journey to the West, but he have no idea at what point of the book he is! Is it during the pilgrimage? or way before?? he don't know for now, but he will soon know."

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Nuwa's Path, True Meaning of Sacrifice:

With every beginning comes an end. Such is the world's cycle, written by the pen of a lone child. The little Harbinger awakens and is thrown into the end of the world. Powerful malicious demons roam a mortal world that has been abandoned by its heros, and the Harbinger fights to survive until he reaches his purpose. Or nearly dies to the Lady Bone Demon.

He finds sanctuary on Flower Fruit Mountain, where the Monkey King protects his kingdom from chaos. Even if it means adopting it 🥴

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Shadowpeach Bio Parents Second Star:

After the events of last year, including becoming accidental fathers, fighting heaven, and figuring out parenting through personal development, Macaque and Wukong decide that it's time for their own take on Nuwa's idea. They're ready to create a kid by themselves, and MK gets a new sibling that he's definitely gonna ignore his parents for!

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Legendary:

"A world where Wukong and Liu'er were separated very differently from Canon, and where Demonic and Celestial Courting is far more important to the Legend of the Monkie Kid.

Follow the Monkey Trio as they navigate a world of heartache, persecution, harassment, retribution, justice, and eventually...

Reunion."

[gronnulv]

2011 and 2025

[godbirdart]

「 boys don't cry 」

about suppressed emotions, downplayed heartaches, and the expectations to remain stoically self reliant without the community and connection needed to help open the paths away from isolated self destruction.

[miasonwing]

Our Path #1

for @spiralgalaxie made for an exchange! i plan to continue this story ! it's not connected with my other comics

Ao3 link

[blahwithasideofblah]

Currently thinking about Saccharina Frostwhip and how her very nature means that she cannot exist unless her little sister is dead.

[universescreaming]

Post 8x12 vibes

[spaciebabie]

would you believe me if i said i kept this mostly spoiler free...?

[wistfulwatcher]

[fluffylord]

Look how far I went, for fear of losing you.

[rainbow930]

weapon of war

[icys-junkyard]

i apologize for putting Ingo into the hands of this creechur, but i greatly enjoy giving Giratina "pet with something it shouldnt have in its mouth" energy

bonus:

[denkilightning]

lloyd 'raised to put saving the world before anything else including his family and himself' montgomery garmadon VS jay 'against every principle hes been raised with will put his family over the world and himself' walker VS arin 'i refuse to save the world if i cant save my parents first'

[inthehouseoffinwe]

The ships burn and Fingolfin hates.

…the ships keep burning and Fingolfin fears.

Mad cackling can almost be heard a continent away and he can’t figure out whose it is: Morgoth’s, or his brother’s.

In either case, he knows the people Fëanor has just taken to the other side, Fingolfin’s dear nephews most of all, are in great danger. He knows his brother. And he knows what happens to the people around him when his passion meets rage in a merciless, all-consuming flame.

No one deserves to be in that line of fire.

So when his children and remaining nephews and niece cry out their betrayal and curse their uncle and cousins, he turns a firm eye to them.

“If I’d commanded it, would you not have done the same?”

They begin to shake their heads, and he frowns.

“Do not lie to me, children.”

They turn away. Fingon’s relief at his father’s words breaks his heart, his eldest should know he cares deeply for Fëanor’s sons. Surely? Has he become so distant? Would any of them have confided in him earlier if he’d just opened his arms a little more-

No use in what ifs.

He turns back to the burning ships and sends a small prayer to whoever might still listen to keep his nephews safe. Fëanor is gone, mind shattered with his father’s death, and he’s dragging his children down with him to ash and blood and ruin. They just have to survive long enough for Fingolfin to arrive. He’ll talk sense into his brother, he’s the only one who can. He’ll get the children their father back and fix all of this, pride be damned.

The Helcaraxë is the only option. His nine children spit venom at their half uncle, but no longer complain of their cousins. A year following him into this hellscape, a year of leaving the weakest to the blizzards lest everyone freeze yet refusing to turn back, has shown them exactly what they’d have done were the positions reversed.

It’s a sobering thought. He wonders what he’s done to deserve such dogged loyalty.

Wonders when he started taking advantage of the same things he hated and admired most about his brother.

Time passes. He wakes one day to a coldness in his fëa and sends another desperate prayer. A bad feeling takes route that grows day by day, fear and a strange fire dancing in his periphery urging him and his people on.

Time is running out Nolofinwë.

Ice slowly gives way to solid rock, then slush, then grass and he arrives at Mithrim in relief, all but running to the fortress, only to see little Makalaurë greeting his host. Eyes hardened, crowned in silver, heavy shoulders draped in a frayed red cloak-

And he knows it’s far, far too late.

Agony and despair are hidden behind a stony mask that he sees right through but can no longer reach. His open arms greeted with caution. Watching. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. His kind words with narrowed eyes, all but daring pity, and Fingolfin could weep.

There’s no reconciliation that can prove his love, his understanding, now.

Fëanor is gone.

His children are being consumed in the blaze left behind.

…and Fingolfin doesn’t know how to fix this.