My Heart - Blog Posts
TW: BLOOD AND VIOLENT!! The last of their kind… truly what a cruel fate. (Before becoming vessel). Enjoy!!!
- the cloth that Puella lays in represents Narinder’s cloak
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I miss him
I miss his voice, I miss his smile
Forest green eyes, his unique style
Classic rock, Scooby Doo
Sleek black car, a pie or two
I miss his soul, I miss his heart
He had me completely, from the start
He made me laugh, he made me cry
He made me yell and shout out ‘why!’
He saved the world, he fought so hard
Battered and bruised, hurt and scarred
Not afraid to bleed, not afraid to weep
I gave him my love, it’s his to keep
He endured so much, yet stayed so true
He survived in hell, he battled through
‘Son of a bitch!”, he’d punch a wall
Then he’d give Sammy a call
They’d disagree, they’d have a fight
They’d gank that monster that went bump in the night
Today he would be forty three, I want to explain what he means to me
He owns my heart, he owns my mind
He truly is one of a kind
You may be wondering who I mean
Of course, I’m talking about our Dean
I have deep love for the cat.
“At 1:00 September 23rd Daniel Riciardo exited the F1 paddock for the last time as an F1 driver.”Thank you Danny ric for amazing memories and I’m gonna cry now
Secret Santa to @yamineftis !! (・▽・。) Young Garp and Dragon (+ baby Luffy)
“You aren't even mine, but I still love you like you are.”
A.M. {unrequitedly}
i want to feel the tingles of electricity shoot up my arm when you touch my hand; a simple act, that holds so much meaning. i want to feel the flutter my heart makes in its cage, as my name rolls off your tongue; the way you make it sound as if it’s the most beautiful word. i want my head to spin as the world around us begins to fade away, the moment your lips gently press onto mine; each passionate kiss carved into my memory. i want the love that causes a shiver throughout my body at the mere thought of you; the one that will soon make me fall apart without you. but, here i am, sitting alone in a crowded room, wondering if i’ll ever experience a type of love as ultimately consuming as that.
A.R. {the type you read about in novels}
unrequited
little did he know he had captured the heart of a girl who fell for the words he was writing to someone else
- oh heart, why this one
a.r.
fate
do you ever wonder that your soulmate could be in the same room as you
and you wouldn’t even know until the universe finally decides to intertwine your paths
- just a thought
a.r.
haunted
your ghost
still leaves kisses
on my cheek to
make sure
i never
forget you
a.r.
Breaking News: Zombie Son can lift his twink of a father.
Happy Father’s Day!!!
What is your biggest fear both from before the outbreak and after?
HONESTY HOUR*
❝ i don’t remember much from before. but i remember my soldiers, my companions. && i remember being terrified when we were sent to war. not for myself, but for them. you know, we made a promise to each other every time if one of us were to not make it back into the arms of those we loved, the rest would take care of them. wives, children, husbands. friends. siblings. mothers. fathers. cousins. grandparents. they were all family to us. && we’ve always made true to our promise. so, what i’m trying to say is that it’s the same answer for both. my biggest fear is losing my family && being the last one alive, knowing i didn’t do everything in my power to keep them by my side. ❞
@convxctd
Some time after
She remembered that excruciating feeling, that devastating day in the mulefa world when Xaphania told them about their fate.
It felt as if the universe collapsed around and into her, merciless and suffocating.
They were to live their whole lives without each other, long and supposed-to-be-meaningful lives without the only person in the universe who could understand them fully.
It felt like being gutted.
Lyra smiled distractedly, caressing the old bench she lounged on.
When she was fourteen, she didn't understand that the universe had robbed Will and her of much more than loving each other openly, or kisses, or romance.
She didn't know then that loving an idea of a person was quite easy.
She couldn't imagine that she would mourn extremely mundane things.
Something everyone else got to experience every day with their loved ones.
Lyra longed to know if Will snored. Or, if he did, whether she would complain about it to him every morning. She wanted to burn his coffee at least once, to do renovations and bicker about wallpaper colours. She wanted to buy things together, read together, steal food from his plate and sip from his cup. To fight about... about something, anything, and then make up, and kiss his brow. To not be forced to replay his every touch from memory, because there wouldn't be need for that. Lyra wanted to whisper Will's name to wake him up, to warm up her feet against his scorching skin. To never let him work, to parade him around and sneak away to dark hallways to kiss, giggling.
She longed to have a life with him. Just this domestic life, so sweet your teeth start rotting at a mere thought of it.
But no, of course not.
They would never have that with each other. The fate made sure of that.
Lyra gripped the edge of the bench tighter and felt, with a grim satisfaction, a splinter lodging itself deep in her palm.
Her eyes burned. She bit her lip so hard she could taste blood, and exhaled shakily.
Envy, anger and pain were swirling in her chest like poisoned water.
Why her? Why Will?
They gave everything, why did they have to give up each other?
That Midsummer Day the loss of him hurt different.
Perhaps, the deepest.
Because she didn't lose his love. Lyra knew she couldn't possibly lose it.
She lost all the ordinary days she could have spent by his side.
Somehow it was even worse.
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The way my heart would break into a billion little pieces 😭😭😭😭 please my pookies just be together 😢
Fic prompt #8
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Phantom and Red Robin hook up after a mission and are now friends with benefits
Phantom is happy with this arrangement, he had been in a few relationships before and well it was still friends with all of his ex, he couldn’t help but feel a little awkward when they were alone together. So while he wasn’t contrary to a serious relationship with Red Robin, he made sure to keep a safe distance between them so not to complicate things
Red Robin instead was getting more and more frustrated. He had begun this relationship, as some sort of honey trap. He should have seduced Phantom so to make him spill all the information about the Infinite Realms, the Lazarus pit and the new High King, and instead he was the one being seduced.
He couldn’t help it!! Phantom was beautiful with white glow hair that seemed to not be influenced by the gravity, green eyes that seemed to watch his very soul and the fang! …
He was doomed from the beginning and worst of all he could tell the feeling wasn’t reciprocated…
Danny was very happy with his new friend ( ◠‿◠ )
I have been told that I mould myself around people to breathe the air they breathe, that I have a light within me. But when you remove all the layers of art and music and poetry, I am nothing but flesh & bones.
Poetry is the destruction & resurrection of my soul.
You see, I believe art & poetry have the power to make an ordinary person extraordinary. The reign of romanticism to make debris beautiful, to make old sculptures look exquisite, to make an unloved soul loved.
And when I really think of it, I am nothing without art. I am made up of words. Ugly words that have been stitched together to make sense, but instead they unfold themselves to form poetry. they have built the foundation of fantasy within me, to hope that one day inside a hundred year old palace, an afterlife awaits me.
I blame poetry for my eternal misery, books for my unreal expectations & music for my unhealing soul.
But at the same time, I crave them because I am nothing without them, nothing but mere flesh & bones.
— deadpoetsblog on ig
oh how i loved this!!! <3
Crystal Tears
You know I loved to see Benny crying, he IS my weakness.
When you met Benny, you knew something; he was a very difficult book to read, the kind you have to read the same page about five times to try to find some detail or understand something. But you wanted to get inside, to know what every gesture or movement meant. It didn't scare you when you saw his beautiful wet eyelashes and little crystalline tears trickling down his flushed cheeks ;( His soft lips trembled and you knew he was yours, that you could finally start the book. You used to hug Benny tightly. You didn't know if you were afraid he would leave or you just felt safe (probably both), but Benny couldn't do it, no. His eyes watered at the thought of leaving you. You had done so much for him, you used to whisper pretty cute things to him, noticing that little reddish detail coming out of his soft skin, and you ran your fingers into his beard, stroking it as if he were something precious. He deserved that, he deserved to be loved, and Benny's crystal tears began to appear more often. Not because of something bad, no, Benny learned to open up, to trust, to know that crying wasn't wrong and never would be.
oh ;(
Personnal storyboard based on my favorite scene of @eldenring shadow of the erdtree, the tragic confrontation with former comrades… The music of the fight (Those United In Common Cause - Elden Ring Shadow Of The Erdtree OST) is so beautiful I had to do something with it. It was a totally different exercise than the previous storyboard, with one simple arena but many different characters.
A few vent chibis I drew while trying to destress. Hope you guys don't mind me drawing your muses. ^^;
@bearsthirst @abandoned-woodsman @legion-quen @ask-gayvid-king @ask-the-killer-quentin
Aww, so sweet 🥺❤️❤️
My dad doesn’t use tumblr so it’s safe to share this. He retires in less than two months and he’s looking forward to following his dream of being a nature photographer. He spent his life working to give me the opportunities he never had. I made this for him. I’m getting it printed and framed. We’re all going to sign it and give it to him during his retirement party.
Love is sometimes not what we expect.
I don't remember the exact day I fell in love.
But when you get late, I worry.
My brain tells me it's fine,
that you're probably stuck in traffic.
But my heart don't seem to understand.
It doesn't let me breathe.
My heart does not know the reasons or distances.
It only knows your absence.
And when mine doesn't find your heart to beat alongside,
It dies a little bit everytime.
My art is rough around the edges.
Like me, like the way I sometimes feel.
It has its seasons and its draughts.
Somedays, it flows easily.
Too easily.
And those days scare me a little.
Somedays I have to ground myself in it,
be cautious and aware of each stroke.
Those days are the most peaceful.
But yet somedays feel like a forever,
between me and my palette.
I may not be an artist yet.
But there's art in me.
And I see it all around me.
It does not matter,
thhat I can't put a label on the way the brush feels in my hands.
Artist or not, I have a home in colors.
A place to lose myself, and sometimes to discover myself.
Infinte possibilities at the end of my brush,
sprawled like lightning strikes on my dirty desk.
The only thing I know are the songs in my head,
when I close my eyes and think of the next color.
It becomes a little easier to breathe,
when I am surrounded by the smell of paints.
Forever grounded to the carefree version of me,
with the added weight of a tube of color.
Everything falls into place,
the world stays still in a haze.
Everytime I hold a brush and paint,
somewhere in me is born a little girl.
Again.
It seems like my heart only understands what you speak, even if you speak with an absence of words.
~
m.l.w
Touching your hands make me feel at home and lost at the same time. I will never know which one I like more,which one takes me far away from myself and closer to you.
Bucky’s secret tactics for helping pre-serum Steve
that jaunty stroll and arm-over-the-shoulder move are so that he physically cannot walk too fast for Steve to keep up.
also so that it doesn’t seem like he’s doing anything out of the ordinary when he does it to keep Steve warm, or help him limp home.
always makes out like he’s being a jerk making Steve read aloud from books, but really it’s so that Steve won’t miss any of it with his bad hearing, which he will if Bucky reads it. (Funny how that practise at public speaking later came in handy).
this is also why he tends to turn to look directly at Steve when speaking.
same reason he likes his music and radio played loud and is uncharacteristically vocally critical of people who talk over the picture at the movies (but will also keep up a muttered commentary on the plot if he thinks Steve is missing things).
also developed a habit of repeating funny things to himself, after they’re said, so Steve can hear it twice.
being a clothes horse growing up so’s he’d have all these hand-me-downs that he needs to give to someone (who doesn’t have any male relatives) because of fashion, steve.
what a coincidence that he happens to wear colors that Steve looks good in.
got himself an umbrella once and insisted on taking it everywhere as a fashion statement (in fact to keep the sun and rain off Steve).
when they got into boxing, was especially assiduous in teaching Steve how to block his upper body because having the wind punched out of his chest has caused serious trouble with his asthma in the past.
acts like he needs the window open to holler and banter at passersby, but really it’s because he’s noticed steve coughs worse when he smokes with the window shut.
and since yapping at people out the window is an established bad habit, it doesn’t seem odd when he’s happy to stay in, lounging across the foot of Steve’s bed to get to the window, whenever Steve is sick.
his vegetarian phase was on account of steve’s diabetes.
if he has to sit next to the fire, in winter, he complains loudly about how overheated he is until Steve switches places with him.
on the prowl for food hustles he always gets iron-rich things because of Steve’s anemia, and then nags Steve into eating them all to get rid of the evidence or because he doesn’t like them.
accidentally ‘broke’ an old atomiser of his ma’s so he could give it to steve and use it to dispense homemade saltwater nasal spray whenever he gets a cold/sinusitis.
always pulling Steve up onto his feet so the strain is off his back.
noticed that the Rogers’ couch hurts Steve’s back and that’s why he keeps up the whole shoe-shine, blanket-fort-on-the-floor thing.
gives Steve home-knitted socks from his ma and asks that Steve doesn’t tell her they’re far too big and thick (but in fact he told her to make them too big and thick because Steve gets cramp in his legs and it warms them up.)
finds songs with slow, steady tempo to absent-mindedly hum or whistle whenever Steve is having an asthma attack so that he will subconsciously synchronise his breathing with Bucky’s.
will also sometimes do it under his breath to lull Steve into falling asleep.
becomes an absolute ninja at refilling Steve’s glass without him noticing so that Steve gets plenty of fluids (Steve could never understand why it seemed to take him so long to drink anything, and why this mysteriously stopped happening after he woke up in the future – to this day he secretly thinks that there must be something different about future-water but he’s too polite to ask.)
got a job as a lifeguard at one of the pools off Coney Island once because he realised it came with free first aid training (especially in how to help people breathe).
always keeps an eye out for non-strenuous artsy or clerical jobs within easy travelling distance of Steve’s place, or on the way to his own work so that he can accompany Steve in dangerous parts of Brooklyn.
or sweet talks his own bosses into believing that they urgently need a small man for that one specific office task.
(incidentally it was he who got them both jobs as garbage-removers, shoeshine boys and newsies when they were kids).
makes sure he and Steve ham it up and become a funny vaudeville style double-act, whenever they work in the same place together, so that people will think of them as a single unit and won’t want to fire Steve and break up the set.
he subconsciously keeps up a lot of these habits even after Steve has got the serum, and after he himself has forgotten who he is.
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