#tragic story

[makoto-kaiser-blog]

🩸BR-BROTHER???🌙

I DREE THIS FOR THE NEWEST EVENT OF THE SAMS UNIVERSE STORYLINE. SPOILERS: ONE OF THE TWINS DIDN'T MAKE IT QnQ

ITS BEEN A WHILE SING I PROPERLY COLORED A FULL DRAWING WITH COLOR PENCIL AND IT WAS VERY FUN^^

HERE IS THE WORK PROCESS FOR THE DRAWING

⚠️ SPOILER WARNING ⚠️ IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS FOR THE EVENTS IN THE EPISODE DO NOT READ THIS NEXT PART.

THE BLOODMOON TWINS GOT SEPORATED AND WENT TO FIGHT DIFFERENT CHARACTERS SEPARATELY, THINKING THEY'D WIN AND WANTING TO RETURN TO EACH OTHER. THINGS WENT SOUTH AND BOTH TWINS WERE DEFEATED BUT ONE (THE SMART ONE) DIDN'T MAKE IT AND WAS LEFT UNDER THE PLEX, THE OTHER (THE ONE THAT WORKS ON IMPULSE AND EMOTIONS) WAS BEATEN BADLY BUT WAS SAYING HIS BROTHER WILL COME FOR HIM SOON TO GET REVENGE. SADLY THAT NEVER HAPPENED AND OUR HERO CHARACTERS (NOT GONNA SPOIL WHO) TOLD THE AGGRESSIVE TWIN THAT HE WASN'T COMING BACK AND THAT HE'S GONE. IT BROKE THE EMOTIONAL TWIN AND HE WAS LEFT TO SUFFER IN HIS BROKEN STATE AND BE IN DENIAL THAT THEIR BROTHER IS GONE

[greenqueenhightower]

But alicent does not love rhaenyra more than her children, older alicent didn't even love older rhaenyra

Hi, thanks for the ask <3

As I mentioned before, I don’t think that Rhaenicent is meant to be a love ship per se and I do stand against the idea that Alicent loves anyone or anything more than her children. And yes, when Rhaenyra and Alicent were younger, they had more opportunities to bond and to express their love and affection with one another, and to be close. As soon as Rhaenyra is named Viserys’ heir, and Alicent becomes the Queen, their relationship becomes stagnant and more complicated but as is evident from the interactions between them (namely, Alicent keeping the torn page, the subtle gazes, still holding hands and yearning for each other’s touch, Alicent not wanting the green council to harm Rhaenyra etc) they still have feelings for one another. What is interesting is that, they themselves are not quite sure what those feelings are, or have become, with the passing of years.

But there is no way that Alicent loves Rhaenyra more than those kids for whom she has already suffered 23 years of abuse by Viserys and for the sake and safety of whom she does all she does.

All in all, Rhaenicent is a "look what we could have been" ship full of angst and regret and outrage and that’s okay! It’s the story of two women making wrong decisions out of hate and hurt and fear and becoming the worst versions of themselves as a result. And the reason?

Because both of them love other people and other things more than they grow to value their relationship, and that’s the point. There are a lot of things in between them now: the Iron Throne, their past mistakes, but most importantly, the love each of them has for her own children. Nothing could ever come between this love, nothing could break it. And that is why Rhaenicent is so tragic. There is no hope for a happy ending, there is no hope for peace and consolation. The only option is to get tangled up into this all consuming and meaningless war that will be the end of them both.

Hope that answers your question!

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

Not Only Niagra...Falls (A Collab)

beginning as two separate beings divided by man-made borders to keep us forever apart but i know you, too, call for me ravaging the rocks alongside

we each continue unveiling until we touch ...and become one

she falls for me like Niagara calm at first then in a fervor, a rush spilling over

and she calls for me thunder crashing bashing the rocks below slowly reaching my shore

we are torrential we are a monsoon

[vertigoartgore]

Geena Davis as Veronica Quaife and Jeff Goldblum as Seth Brundle in David Cronenberg's The Fly (1986).

[miaqc1]

Love confession before the end of the world (162 words) by MiaQc Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pikmin (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Louie/Olimar (Pikmin), Olimar/Olimar's Wife (Mentioned) Characters: Louie (Pikmin), Olimar (Pikmin), Olimar's Wife (Mentioned), Olimar's Daughter (Mentioned), Olimar's Son (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Minor Character(s), Love Confessions, Hugs, Tragedy, Sad Ending, Men Crying, Aliens, End of the World, Everybody Dies, POV First Person, Wordcount: 100-500, Short One Shot, Male Slash, Olimar’s Wife is named Pedrina, Olimar’s Son is named Omar, Olimar’s Daughter is named Opal, Not Beta Read, author is autistic Summary: A tragic one-shot with Olimar/Louie. The end of the world is near and Louie sees Olimar crying, with a blank look in his eyes. He lost everything.

[definitelynotaraccoon]

SPELL OUT YOUR URL WITH SONG TITLES - THEN TAG AS MANY PEOPLE AS THERE ARE LETTERS IN THE URL

Tagged by: @revenantinflames "You saw how many letters were in my url yet punished me anyway. Jerk."

D - Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen E - Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears F - Final Countdown - Europe I - In My Life - The Beatles (his personal favorite here) N - Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley (has no idea about the meme) I - I Shot The Sheriff - Bob Marley and Eric Clapton  Either is good. T - Take On Me - a-ha E - Escape - Rupert Holmes (that disgusting human ‘probably a euphemism’ song) L - Lonesome Loser - Little River Band Y - You Gotta Fight for Your Right to Party - Beastie Boys N - New Moon on Monday - Duran Duran O - O Superman · Laurie Anderson (listens in private, will tell you it’s stupid.) T - Tokyo - Bruce Cockburn  A - All the Young Dudes - Mott The Hoople R - Rocky Raccoon - The Beatles (Nope. No resemblance. Fool got shot. Shut up.) A - A Real Hero - College & Electric Youth (hasn’t heard but would be a Ryan Gosl-er) C - Call Me - Blondie C - Come On Eileen · Dexys Midnight Runners O - Out Of Touch - Hall & Oates O - Oh! You Pretty Things - Bowie N - No Use in Crying - Rolling Stones

"...Maybe Stark (@overclocks) is right. Maybe I do got a music problem that needs expanding..."

"Psssh, nah. I have exceptional tastes with everything. I'm not tagging too many morons in this, I'm feeling merciful. Plus, you cannot beat my musical choices."

"...but I am tagging you, Danvers, (@paragonrising) as payback for your usual flarking paperwork!"

Additional losers to tag: @blackjack-ohare, @spiderz0mbie, @beatfreesmysoul, @galestrings

[dylanaz]

I Know I'm Not The Only One

[edwardian-masquerade]

"I am a terrible thing you know. I build myself as high as the mountains, but come tumbling down under the pressure of my own weight. You being as sweet as you are, pulls yourself down into the cold gravel and mudded self loath with me. Yet in the end, I can't tell if it is because me you built a mountain of your own, or if it is because we are made of the same soil we cant seem to escape."

[ladyhatter614]

Friend: *Recommends an angst filled masterpiece story with way too much hurt and close to 0 comfort.*

Me: … sorry but I’m not going to read/watch that.

Friend: Why?

Me: My current dosage of antidepressants doesn’t cover that amount of chronic pain that comes with consuming that story.

[tishjourney22]

Maybe love it not for me. Maybe it's not the right time. Maybe I will never find my true soulmate. I just hope I'm content being alone in this world.

[ray-wattson]

Here's the third member of Doc's team, a Magnolian from a distant forest, Mivia. Unlike the other Magnolian characters I've introduced, Mivia is not from Midham Grove, but another forest called Coloyonne Woods, making her a cousin of the Magnolians I previously introduced, and the only one coming from Coloyonne Woods.

Eight years ago, her home forest was attacked by a cult of people in black cloaks, those who followed and served a witch called Lady Zaleria, raiding several places to steal artifacts, destroy villages and kill people, for empowering that witch with souls and the magic coming from the artifacts that she could absorb. Coloyonne Woods was one of the places the Cult of Zaleria invaded, killing every single Magnolian who lived in that forest, even overpowering their alpha and killing her as well, unintentionally leaving Mivia as the last survivor, who woke up from her underground house, only to find out her home forest on fire, with some of the cultists who noticed her. Panicked, she ran away before the fire or those cultists did anything to her, even while she had her own Water Amulet.

From all those days running away and looking for safety, all by her own, she eventually stopped obeying her late Alpha's orders of not killing any living being, then started to use her water magic in self-defense, to kill anyone who tries to do the same thing to her. After those eight years, she had learned deadly skills with her Water Amulet (such as using its water pressure to swiftly cut through things like blades), no longer speaks like how a Magnolian should and instead speaks like an average person does (including slangs and some profanities) and during one of the fights, she lost one of her fangs. Later on, she was found by Doc, who provided her food and shelter, letting her join his team afterwards.

However, despite being a skilled fighter and having a good life and some friends who feel like a new family thanks to Doc, the memories of her past still haunt her. Doc then found out she has depression, then made sure he took good care of her and helped her whenever she had a mental breakdown. Whenever she meets a stranger, she may get aggressive if touched by anyone without getting warmed up to them or getting some chocolate to eat which is what makes her calm and happy.

When Emily and her team got to meet Doc, in her quest to wipe Zaleria out of Alterra, Tracy got to meet Mivia, then after understanding each other and telling about their pasts to one another, they became good friends, helping one another during some dark times.

[aceofchubs]

I dreamt I had new stretch marks and then I woke up and I don't 😢

[elfriede-airmid]

The Sirens Are Calling

Trigger warnings: Death, suicide, sexism, men, stinky men.

The strong salty air fill my lungs, crystallizing in my throat as I exhale. I am encased in a world of rainbow fluorite, the border between sky and ocean barely visible with skirts of laced foam dancing across the surface. Waves crashing against the rough wooden boards of the ships, soaking it to the bone deep within its marrow. It pushes against us, cautioning us to go the other way and yet we continue. Our oars claw at the oceans flesh, forcing our way over her mighty depths. Thunderous sounds of hushing and crashing all around me with accents of men attempting to talk over it. They had a goal now, and they are sure to see it through. The captain holds strong at the back, commanding his men this way and that. In the background of this orchestra, I hear a thrumming of noise, like a swarm of bees. “Keep hold onto the boat, little nymph. We are passing between Aeaea and Scylla” Rasping, his voice rough from shouting over the ocean. Curiosity took over me: “What is this noise that the men are talking about?”

My head pressing to the right against his chest. He smelt awful like all the other men on the sea, but you get used to it.

“Can’t you hear them, little nymph? The songs of beauties just over on that island.”

A man ran up, joining the conversation: “Sirens! Beautiful and lovely sirens. Don’t you hear their song?”

“I still don’t hear it.”

…

Reaching the shore, rocks scraping on the bow. Men were reeling in excitement, ready to board the land. Talks of meeting the fair maidens and the fun times to be had were said by all. Passively observing at the edge. Turning my head to the cloud-shadowed land, seeing rich green grass and jagged teeth of volcanic rock. I feel uneasy, I realise the thrumming that I heard before was the siren song. It wasn’t a thrum now. As we rowed closer the thrumming transformed into the voices of women.

And it was not a song.

It was a warning.

A pleading.

And then as we board ashore, it morphs into an orchestral cacophony of terror.

They didn’t want us here. They were screaming for us to leave, tearing their throats to let out those screams.

Looking, I see over a hill, heads peeking out, the sirens watch as the sailors clamber up the rocky beach, digging up the once undisturbed pebbles as they move forward towards the women. And once they are on the green carpet, they pause, halting in their tracks in what seems to be uncertainty. I sit on the roughened boat, watching. All of a sudden, the men turn in frustration, in disgust, muttering amongst themselves. The orchestral screaming continues as the women run and tumble up the hill in desperation.

“They are monsters. How could they have fooled us.” The Captain panted in anguish, climbing back on board.

“Their faces contorted, and the hair of their body like feathers of a vulture. They were unproportioned, nothing like our dear Aphrodite”

In disbelief, I turn towards the women.

They did not look like monsters, and as they stood at the cliff, I saw their hair flow with the wind. They look like me, their skin like mine, with blemish that only adds to their skin, like carved vines on a statue. They are not even unproportioned; they were set as any one of us. No claws, no fangs or scales, nothing that screams out like a monster. They herd each other together and watch us from above, even from here I can see the tears that soak their long tresses and bejewel their skin.

And then, one by one, they plunge. Down the cliff, wind rushing to keep them up with its weak force as they collide with the rocks below. Their blood staining the dark green ocean, intoxicating it with red wine. The screams grew quieter with each fall as I watch in horror and grief. My chest contorting, my heart pounding and my head reeling at the horror behind me. I continued to face the cliff.

My stomach is laying against my pelvic floor and the bile dances in my chest. Stinging tears well in my eyes and spill over in a flood. I cannot breathe as if the fair maidens grabbed it on their fall.

And when all went silent, I jump from the boat.

Knees and hands colliding with the pebbled shore. Running, I feel the rich green grass cushion my feet as I follow them to the cliff. Chest heaving and tight from the exertion and emotions, I don’t even look down as I follow the fair maidens.

My sisters blood calls me as I join them in the mythic ocean, adding my blood and my essence to freedom of the vast sea.

[shockwaifuafterdark]

Godrick commands me to kneel "but my lord on my knees I am not tall enough to reach your-"

I am decapitated, and get no coochie ,T-T

[telekinesis-mind-control-comics]

[someonetaughtmetowrite]

Book Search

I’m looking for a book for my mother. She read it when she was a little girl in the 1980s, and it belonged to her mother, so it’s likely from the early 1900s. The main character’s name is Trudy, and Trudy falls in love with a farmhand on her family’s farm. It’s a forbidden romance. Unfortunately, the boy contracts lock jaw from an infection/illness/injury of some sort and dies at the end.

I’d really love to find this book for my mom. She describes it as a beautifully tragic story. If anyone has any clue to what the name of this book could be and, even better, where I might be able to find it, I’d much appreciate it!