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cosmicwhoreo · 1 year

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So,

who missed the found family?

#Pokemon #pkmn #dad gengar AU #gengar #cleffa #doodles #found family #srry I haven't been drawing them a whole lot #insp been down on them and directed elsewhere

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sogayitwrites · 1 year

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what happened after The Hug

#wednesday #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesdayedit #incorrect wednesday quotes #wednesday netflix #the addams family #jenna ortega #emma myers #insp by pattdork's post #warrior nun #i spent way too many hours on this #so let's pretend tyler's chest is enid's shoulder or something bleazeso let's pretend tyler's chest is enid's shoulder or something bleaze #megifs #mine

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raayllum · 8 months

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You're not alone

#insp by the previous post #1x04 #5x04 #amaya #rayla #parallels #mine #personal fave #it's like poetry it rhymes #brotp #sometimes a family is #the royal family of katolis #tdp #the dragon prince

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imogenkol · 4 months

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— WIP MUSIC MONDAY

I was tagged by quite a few people for wip wednesday last week, so I’ll just put out my tag list today (ask to be added or removed!): @adelaidedrubman @florbelles @marivenah @simonxriley @shegetsburned @voidika @kyber-infinitygems @v0idbuggy @inafieldofdaisies @statichvm @socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts @carlosoliveiraa @risingsh0t @unholymilf @thedeadthree @cassietrn @jackiesarch @gwynbleidd @shellibisshe @loriane-elmuerto @katsigian

once again I have been reworking out of date writing for my original works and I always had a soft spot for this moment between my little wolf sisters. This song really hit with it too.

“This way,” Jayde said over her shoulder as she led her sister through the cemetery.

Graveyards. Cemeteries. Jayde never really learned the distinction, if there was any. Nor had she really contemplated their purpose before she visited this one.

Blades of sheer morning sunlight carved through the clouds to illuminate moss covered stone with engravings nearly too weathered to be legible and with likely no one even alive to recall who they belonged to anyway. She didn't see the point. Whether a mundane grave or a supernatural being, all things fade. The lifespan of a memory is as impermanent as they are. Still, their bloodline should have lasted a lot longer than it had. In a less violent world, maybe they would have been given the chance.

“So…” Skye dragged the word out slowly as she weaved through the headstones. “Whose grave are we visiting?”

Jayde rolled the stem of a rose between her fingers and barely reacted to the small puncture that the thorn made into her thumb. The one in her palm had already started to knit itself back together in the short time it took to purchase the flowers and take them here. Jayde needed the small sting to ground her. She knew Skye had started to work it out as soon as they pulled into the driveway. Why else would they return home?

She handed one of the two roses she carried to her sister with a melancholy smile. “Ours.”

“Oh,” was all Skye replied with for several paces. The older sibling sensed the steady rise of her fear until Skye couldn’t handle the silence anymore. “Are we shopping for a nice plot for when we get our tickets punched? ‘Cause I always thought I’d be cremated and have my ashes spread somewhere dreamy like Hawaii. Or Dollywood.”

For once, Jayde felt grateful for the younger wolf’s unabashed wit. It alleviated some of the anxiety twisting up her insides. The first time Jayde visited this spot with Nadya, she had become so overwhelmed that she couldn’t decide if it tore her apart even more or actually started to put her back together. She feared for how her sister would react.

“Actually, I was gonna kill you,” she replied dryly.

“I knew it,” Skye said with a snap of her fingers. “Is this about the time I scratched up your favorite CD when we were kids? You never really forgave me for that.”

Jayde fought the urge to point out that it had been the very first one she burned with the help of their father, but she only scoffed and said “Everything comes back to bite you eventually.”

Just then, a familiar headstone came into view. One big enough to fit a family of names on its cold, glossy black face. Jayde’s palms grew numb and sweaty. She shook her free hand and wiped it off on her jeans, leaving a small streak of blood on the fabric. A few steps closer and every muscle in her body tensed as if it anticipated a heavy strike to her face. She wished it was that kind of pain. It would make her feel better.

The sisters came to a stop before the stone. Four names had only endured the test of time for a decade, making them as easy to read as a common street sign.

Tristan and Andrea Thatcher engraved in bold letters with Jayde and Skye in a slightly smaller font below them. Along with the exact date Jayde witnessed a bullet pierce through her father’s temple.

It hadn’t seemed real at first. Jayde experienced plenty of nightmares with an image just like this. To know it really existed reminded her that everything else had been very real, too, and it all just felt like the inescapable horror of her loss – a suffering that would never truly end. Not until she actually gets buried beneath the well kept soil she now stood upon.

Once the shock of seeing it again passed, Jayde felt a different emotion. Not quite comfort, but an understanding. She could see the appeal of a gravesite. Strangely, she felt grateful to have a specific place to mourn her family in what little peace she had been granted.

Skye stared at the gravestone in silence for a long time. Then she sank to her knees before it and reached out to trace her fingertips along the engraving of their mother’s name. “How did you know this was here?” she asked in a small voice, not unlike a child’s.

“Nadya found it,” Jayde explained. “The official story is that we all died in a car crash.”

“They aren’t even here, are they?” There was no question in Skye’s tone. She knew the answer.

“I don’t think so. Maybe dad is.” The thought gave Jayde pause. What use would the hunters have for a dead werewolf? He hadn’t even died in the more desirable form, so they must have left him for authorities to find and back up the story of an accident. If that were the case, then he could very well be buried here. Their mother, on the other hand, died long after that night. Jayde’s mouth went dry as her mind went through sickening scenarios for the disposal of her body once their barbaric research proved fatal. She shook her head to banish the thoughts. “I’m pretty sure mom isn’t.”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Skye placed the rose at the base of the stone. “I’m still glad that this is here.”

Jayde set her rose beside the other and sat next to her sister. “Me too.”

Sunlight shifted as the clouds traveled onward and the scent of coming rain and damp earth brought Jayde back home to the ranch only a handful of miles away. On a morning like this, she would have been rushing to get outdoor chores done before the storm made it too miserable. At least that’s how her mother put it. But Jayde had been known to work through torrents of rain just to step inside and have her father clap her on the back as he expressed his pride. His music sounded the best on nights like that.

Before Jayde knew it, deep shame replaced the tendrils of grief inside her gut.

She broke the silence with a deep breath. “I never told you why it took me so long to come for you after I got out.”

Skye finally tore her tear streaked gaze away from the gravestone, but she kept her eyes down. “Yeah, you didn’t.”

“It wasn’t because I didn’t want us to be together. It’s just that… After everything, I wasn’t the same. I’m not the same. I was scared that you wouldn’t recognize me anymore. And if you didn’t, then they wouldn’t have,” Jayde nodded at the engraved names of their parents, “I couldn’t – I can’t handle disappointing any of you. I thought it might be better if you believed I died with them.”

“Jayde,” Skye started with a sigh. “I might not have gone through what you went through, but I still lost everything just like you did. Both of us are different. No matter how many times we change, I will always know who you are because you’re my big sister. That means they will always know you, too.”

The tears that welled in Jayde’s eyes fell as she tried to blink them away. They brought agony with them that felt just as earth-shattering as ever, but Jayde let herself feel it. She let it overtake her and choked out a devastating sob into the fabric of her sister’s jacket as she leaned into her. But it was okay, because just like the clouds above them, the shadow within her gave way to a warmth that made her feel safe. The embrace of her little sister reminded her that neither of them truly lost everything. They might be the last of their blood, but Jayde still had a family in her own little pack. It was more than enough to not only fight for, but to live for. She knew, not so deep down, that that is what would make their parents proud above all else.

They stayed until the rain arrived. Jayde felt her grief weigh heavy in her chest once more as she turned her back on the headstone. It would be some time before they returned. A part of her whispered that she may never see it again. Yet, even if she didn’t, it would remain here. When moss creeps through the worn cracks decades from now, it would still be here.

#oc insp: jayde thatcher #oc insp: skye thatcher #yeah broke my own heart with this one ngl #they are like the only ocs who had a picturesque childhood and I done took it all away in the most heart wrenching way possible huh #but the found family comes in for them <3 #Nadya gets a big hug and kiss for this

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waterfront · 1 year

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Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?

#sansa stark #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #a song of ice and fire #insp by a photo i cant find of a housefire at night #tfw your family is dead and your home is gone and the apocalypse is nigh but you are a 12 year old girl #my art

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elenkolev · 5 months

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my parents and i, the 22s; my dad is born on nov 22, my mom on oct 22 and i'm born on sept 22. my mom died on oct 27, 2022. xx

#portrait #parents #self portrait #family #dark academia #insp #black and white #personal

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corallapis · 6 months

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idk if i vibe w most of the prydonian academy revolution origin story but... elective semantectomy? tightening of non-interventionism standards after the morbius crisis? the master fleeing gallifrey wounded? i'm listening

#i can see the influence yknow #not in this section but it also mentions members of the doctor's family dying in the revolution... insp for cold fusion?#the master #dw #(from 'cia file extracts')

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dreamyprinx · 1 year

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Love me nots are a poisonous type of flower found growing deep in the forests of Grimmwood. They’re named after the game in which one plucks the petals from a flower while repeating “they love me, they love me not” for every petal they pluck! Love me nots symbolize unrequited love.

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#whimsy whispers #crystalart.png #idk how to tag this still #I spent like longer than necessary on this #like I couldn’t sleep and there wasn’t much else to do so I decided to draw what a bunch of these would look like #sometimes you painstakingly design a fake flower for no reason other than you came up with a fun name #the insp for these are: forget me nots bleeding hearts and lily of the valley #they’d either be in the nightshade or poppy family!#my edgy little death flower #I also stayed up writing into about them shdjfjt #idk shit about flowers

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incorrectcharmingfamilyquotes · 1 year

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Snow, talking about Emma: She's already had sex.

David: You don't know that!

Snow: She has a child!

#incorrect ouat quotes #snowing #charming family #snow white #david charming #emma swan #ouat #once upon a time #insp: last man standing

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thedeadthree · 1 year

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DANCING BEARS, PAINTED WINGS. THINGS I ALMOST REMEMBER.

template by the loveliest @unholymilf ♡ | doodles ♡ | playlist ♡

#oc: olga litvinchuck #oc: nikita litvinchuck #insp: lena litvinchuck #no dad as he passes away a bit of a time before the outbreak <3 (and also i do not have a fc for him yet jnsxkan)#in latin the translation is 'knowledge from blood' hehe <3 references to olgie and niki !#BRAINROT BRAINROT BRAINROT BRAINROT ! olgie is the clown of the hour at the moment <3 !!!!!!!!!#flora and things around her mother <3 she was infected tragically and donated herself to the study and pursuit of the cordyceps cure ?#(not referencing anything in swansong not referencing anything in swansong not the 'they'll find HER' line referencing anything!)#ofc i had to use THE ONE AND ONLY as her mommas fc <3 DESERVED BETTER MY ANGEL !#olgie was her mothers daughter her brother her fathers son and their personalities are VERRY REPRESENTATIVE of that <3 #AND YES I AM SO SO GLAD YOU ASKED THAT IS A SONG FROM THE ANASTASIA MUSICAL <3 #i was listening to it again ! a reference of the life they had before the outbreak ! their families lavish parties !#a line as well in a future piece is when olgie (and maybe logan hehe <3) reunite with niki and he mentions the estate looking like ->#their family home <3 that one is a ways away as like..... we gotta get to like how they met and ye olde falling for each other before she #sees big brother niki again (or that maybe things are very there? maybe? and niki picks up on it like INSTANTLY skajmx)#(@ alyssa very VERY looking forward to his thoughts on meeting niki hehe <3 he's like OH YOU AND MY SISTER.... inch resting sajs)#which speaking of i gotta make something for them STAT they really have been occupying ye olde headspace RENT FREE ! <3 #leg.edit #leg.ocs #tlou oc #the last of us oc #*ocedit #*myedits #i want to say lena was appointed ? uk ambassador? theres still things to be worked out but ! its also how she and bestie gia knew eachother #and once again ash you TREASURE you this template was the CUTEST to use ! ty for creating it dear!

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mourninglamby · 7 months

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Ur puppyguard guys r so neat ik u kinda have doubts abt ur writing capabilities but honestly the little comics you’ve shared abt them r so intriguing and cool !! Personally cant wait to see whatever else u share :]

thank you! im scripting a comic right now actually :3 well. two of them because toma isn't in that scene but i rly wanted to introduce cecco and winnie's dynamic. him and whitty are gay frenemies and winnie and whitty are father daughter if they were in the psych ward and see ghosts but what about cecco and winnie... well u shall see

more info in the tags i went a little crazy booooots oopsie

#the comic takes place after the marys room arc which takes insp #from the same philosophical concept arguing for physicalism #and winnie has recovered a repressed memory that she wants to take immediate action on #you know when you remember something mid convo and u dont pay attention to anything else so u dont forget what u wanna say?#yeah that #and cecco is the antithesis to progress in his first few interactions with her #dr whittaker met cecco when he was interviewing the families of victims of trafficking during the No House Street arc smile ..#he is a PI who refuses to give this case up for. reasons i will not disclose and am still not keen on myself ..

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vanilladrpepper · 4 months

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i will never understand ppl who apparently get really annoyed when they hear abt something harmless that their friend likes a lot like 🧍🏻whats the deal

#insp by my entire family getting pissed at me bringing up titanic/mp100/genshin all the time #like 😭 what am i doing wrong #like 'ohhhhhh im getting so burned out hearing how enthusiastic someone is abt this thing' why do u have no light in ur life #its insane bc my friends talking abt their own interests NEVER makes me burnt out on them #so im like 😭😭😭??????#.txt

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imogenkol · 9 months

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