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twistcmyk · 1 year

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#blood #teeth #i still love this one

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pan-ninie · 1 year

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I should have known you were the one that would break me

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bobosbillionsknives · 5 months

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Painting practice 💖✨

#I STILL LOVE THIS ONE #hes sooooo cute #hes a beautiful pretty princess #based off that one screenshot when hes making that dumbass face #trigun #trigun fanart #my art #vash the stampede #vash the stampede fanart #this was way out of my comfort zone but I learned a lot ☺️ I neeeever usually paint stuff 😲#shes a bit jaundiced but I still love her 😍💛

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idontknowmyownmind · 5 months

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Another twin AU

At this point it's turn into obssession toward twin rokcale

The idea is, I'm not really sure because I just suddenly remember this one idea from, either a thread on twitter or fanfiction

I remember it's not a twin rokcale story but I just want to make one with them

I think it's gonna be a horror story?

In this AU, Cale is dead since he is just a young boy, maybe 10, before Lily born

After his death, there are bells around the mansion

Bells that's not chime even when a storm hit

There are certain pattern of the chime and each pattern mean different thing

Let's say that Cale's soul (or ghost) is somehow bound to the mansion so he can't leave anywhere

The family and older staff already got used by it

While the young and new staff need to push back their fear every times the bells chime

Because, some patterns will be accompanied with an eerie joyous laughter of a young boy or soft cries

They also need to get used with their young master Roksu talking to thin air and searching their 'young master Cale'

Sometimes even the count

None, beside Deruth and Roksu, can 'see' Cale translucent form or interact with him

But sometimes, Violan, Basen, and the Molans will senses his presence and indulge in his mischievous

On rare time, they can hear what he said even though only vaguely

One day, there is no sign of Cale anywhere in the mansion

The bells is silent for a whole day (something that never happens)

Roksu (15 y.o) search around mansion but can't get a glimpse of Cale anywhere

He is worried sick because he can't even feels his presence in the house

There is always this feeling that Cale is here even though the bell is silent but he can't feels anything at the moment

Roksu slowly panicked, he even got a panic attack after the whole day without his twin presence

He never really sad when Cale died, because Cale never trully leave

He is always there, although differently and forever 10

Where is Cale?

Well, he somehow sent into earth where Roksu used to life

(Forgot to mention, it's reincarnated Roksu without his memories until he is 18)

Cale wander aimlessly as a ghost, he kinda worried about his hyung because it's the first time he is away from home (from him)

He then met 5 years old Rok Soo and become his 'imaginary' friend

He never leave Rok Soo side and always there with him

Cale doesn't know why but this child remind him of his hyung and he want to protect him

Especially from that bastard uncle who dare to hurt Rok Soo

You know that one thing when a ghost feels strong emotion and just become solid and able to 'move' things around them? I think it's called poltergeist?

Yeah, Cale first time did that when he super angry with that drunkard he almost kill that bastard if not for little Rok Soo stopping him

After that, his uncle became more careful around Rok Soo in fear for angering his 'friend'

He stranded on earth for roughly 3 years before he suddenly found himself back to his home

After silent for three whole years, the bells around the mansion suddenly chimes again

Roksu who just got back from Ubarr with the whales frozen from a solid second before he run around the mansion in search for Cale

His new companions are confuse because it's the first time they see the stoic young master look distraught yet elated, calling someone named Cale they never heard of

Because the chime signs are both happy but also scared

Roksu found 'Cale' curled up in the gap between the wall and bookshelf in the library

Roksu heart is full of happiness because his twin is finally home but also worried because he is crying

He coax Cale gently and try to calm him down

The whales are confuse, and a bit scared, because they see Roksu talking to thin air and the bells around them keep chiming when there is no wind while the Molan and the Henituse look relieved and happy but also worried

If they focus, they would heard a soft cry of a young boy that sound eerie as if it's from someone from different plane of existence than them

Roksu delayed his plan to go to forest of darkness for the sake of staying with Cale

He stay in his original room (he refuse to stay there after his twin dissapearance) only with his twin, he even forbid the kids to follow him when he is inside that room

They spent all day together with Cale telling him what happened to him for the last three years

Roksu wonder if the Rok Soo is another him because he doesn't remember having an imaginary friend when he was five

And Roksu doesn't like that, because that's mean he has to share Cale with maybe his other self

Cale is his twin, only his and not that Rok Soo's

Cale asked him to find a way for him to meet Rok Soo because he is worried about him

Roksu told him that he will try but make no promises (he know he will not really try anything if it's mean keeping Cale beside him)

A month, Cale only home for a month before he dissapear again

In that month, Roksu's people learn about Cale existence and try to get used by it

Roksu know where he might be and feels a bit furious but he can't do anything about it

Cale back to earth and felt elated, immediately search for Rok Soo

He is surprised when he found out that ten years already passed, which mean Rok Soo is already 18 and the apocalypse already happened

Rok Soo who think that Cale as his imaginary friend who disapeared when he was 8, shocked when he is 'hugged' by the happy 10 years old boy who only him can see

Rok Soo feels happy despite the confusion

Everyone around him weirded out seeing him smile or talk into thin air and some of them who used to be an asshole to him stir away after some strange thing happen to them when they try to pick a fight with Rok Soo

LSY and CJS are also weirded out but also happy that their dongsaeng look more relax and dare they say happy

Although they feels goosebumps when, sometimes, they heard a soft laughter of a young boy around Rok Soo and briefly caught a glimpse of a boy with red hair around him that vanish the moment they do a double check

What if. Rok Soo. Is. The Rok Soo. From earth 2. Where Roksu. Do the test?

Roksu possesses Rok Soo and shocked when he see Cale

And Cale just know that it's not Rok Soo but his hyung, Roksu

At their last day, Roksu try to persuade Cale to come home which he then pout because he feels lonely because Roksu often out and he can't follow him

LSY and CJS who know about Cale from their Rok Soo try to keep Cale to stay a bit longer

Roksu may their dongsaeng from different world, but their Rok Soo will always be their priority

They don't want to see him sad like all the time Cale has to go home

They are curious of course what this Roksu relationship with Cale but they can't actually ask that

Oh! When Roksu got his plate broken, when he finally awake, his attention is immediately on Cale who look at him scared and angry

"Cale?" Called Roksu softly while reaching his hand toward him

By this point, his companions already used by this, even though they still feels odd because they can't feels Cale's presence let alone see him

Rather than went to him, Cale eyes waters and the bell chimes violently which alert everyone

Especially when things around them started to shake

But Roksu only focus on Cale who as the time goes by become clearer and more solid

Ignoring everything, he got out of bed and approached Cale

The others heads snap toward Cale when they heard a sob and shocked when they see a young boy with red hair suddenly there with tears streaming down his face

Choi Han almost stop Roksu but got a harsh and cold glare of warning from him

He slowly approach Cale, "Cale? Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying? Dongsaeng, it's okay. I'm here."

"Hyung you stupid!! Why are you doing that?! You got hurt badly! I thought I will lose you!! You said you don't like pain but you always got hurt!! You idiot! You idiot!"

Cale throw a tantrum while screaming at Roksu

Whithout thinking, he scoup Cale into his arms and hug him

His eyes widen because he can feels Cale in his arms, solid although cold

He may can see Cale all the time but he never able to actually touch him because he went through and it always feels like the caress of the wind

But right now he can hold his twin in his arm

He hug him tightly, letting him cry his eyes out while apologizing for making him worry

For a whole day, Cale is solid and Roksu refuse to let him go and keep him by side all the time

Of course he let his family to interact with Cale, but not after make it clear that Cale will not leave his super surveillance

#og!cale henituse #cale henituse #trash of the counts family #au #kim rok soo #twin au #it's horrror this time #idk if it's count as horror tho..#welp #i still love this one #i want to continue with cale eventually dissapear but it'll get dark #so #yeah...#i'm stopping it here..

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myreitha · 1 year

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#faebruary #Faebruary greatest hits #ink #painting #traditional art #artist on tumblr #I still love this one

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convex-solos · 1 year

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this is an oldie but something something scar my beloved king slayer… i was soooo shocked when he, cub and cleo started talking about killing ren and taking the tiny crown for themselves

#goodtimeswithscar #rendog #cubfan135 #hermitcraft #tw eyestrain #i still love this one #felili art

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bunnysuitconman · 1 year

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#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #glitchtrap #tiktok #self insert #i still love this one

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stesierra · 10 months

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How would you like to see the book I can't publish? It's a book about disability and societal injustice and gay teenagers and terrible diseases. I'm proud of it but I wrote it in a time before OwnVoices and I don't want to take money away from writers who actually are physically disabled. But maybe it's okay to share it for free. YA fantasy that would definitely be banned in Florida.

CAST OUT

CHAPTER ONE

The smell was like nothing I'd ever encountered. It filtered through the hood of my cloak and the silk mask over my nose and mouth, and it filled my lungs the way the sun fills your eyes when you stare at it.

On my shoulders, my parents' hands weighed heavy and warm. My father's trembled.

I was not trembling. I was sixteen today. Full-aged. Full-aged women walked with their heads held high and uncovered. They looked at the world around them, at anything they liked, without worrying they'd see something that would blight a growing mind.

It wasn't gawking to stare around at the gold-plated columns, the silk-draped ceiling, and the obsidian stairs. It was being adult.

We mounted the stairs, my parents a step ahead of me.

At the top, sentinels framed the ivory entrance. Straight whole tusks made up the door, each twice my height and lashed together with silver wire. As we reached the top landing, the sentinels seized silver handles and pulled. They moved like mirrors.

The doors swung wide. A fire smoldered in the entryway, set in a grate lined with silver fish. We walked around it, onto a tiled platform that stretched into the heart of a triangular chamber. Down below, twelve robed men and women sat cross-legged on the floor. White triangles of linen capped their heads.

The Justry.

I took a deep breath. The smell was stronger here. It was a mineral scent, but sweet, almost cloying. I felt a little dizzy.

My parents' hands squeezed my shoulders. Then Father pulled my cloak away. Mother stripped off my mask. For the first time outside of my home, I stood exposed in nothing but my linen camise and baggy calsounds, which belled out all the way down to my slippers. My scalp felt the kiss of fresh air, even with my black hair braided and bound tight to my head. I stood proudly. I wore my best clothes, dyed red with madder and embroidered by Father's hand. I'd even scraped the paint from under my nails.

When my parents returned to my side, smoke choked the air, and the cloak and mask were gone. I would never wear them again. I wanted to skip and jump, but the eyes of the Justry were on me.

The youngest of the Justry rose, a woman no more than seventeen. The justa's skin was the same brown as the powdered cuttlefish ink Mother bought me. A touch lighter than my own.

The woman spoke, but I fixed my eyes on the crimson pillow she held. On the pillow sat a little golden jar.

Mother nudged me. I looked up.

The justa's mouth moved with ritual words Mother had already taught me. "As I have seen revelations, dear one, and been made pure, so will you. The first revelations are always the strongest." She smiled, revealing teeth a shade brighter than her white lip salve. "Are you ready?"

I nodded.

The justa reached down with white-nailed hands and lifted the golden lid. I caught a glimpse of a little cone, which sent up tendrils of glowing green like the essence of life itself. Oracle ore.

Then the smell caught me.

It swept me out of my body and up to the ceiling and through it, like I was no more substantial than a soul. It sparkled and churned and danced in my lungs, and I danced and churned and sparkled in the air above the city, a leaf on the wind. A grain of sand being melted to glass.

I felt as though I could shatter.

Lights burst behind my eyes like lost stars, and they showed me wonders that flashed by so fast I missed half of them. Underground caverns and winding tunnels that burned with their own greenish light. Gold-fronted mansions that lined the curve of a manicured hill. Huge automas, in shapes of animal and human and nothing living, with joints that moved smooth as oil. Their intricate, glowing guts.

A pale-faced woman with a jutting chin and stub nose, her low cheeks framed by mousy brown hair. Her eyes were the green of malachite pigment and old copper and the little cone evanescing on the pillow in front of me.

I fell into them.

I fell into myself.

I knelt between my parents on the platform. I had not moved except to fall. The justas still surrounded us, and the woman with white lip salve had replaced the lid on the golden jar.

Her smile at me was tender. I was too dazed to read her lips, but I could envision in signs what she said; Mother had drilled it into me. "Well? Child, tell us of what you have seen, and be welcome to adulthood."

I let my parents haul me to my feet. My knees felt like pudding. I closed my eyes, and Mother and Father steadied me with their hands.

"It was amazing," I said to the justa. And I laughed. "It was beautiful. More beautiful than anything I've ever seen. And the taste– it was like waterfalls in the mountains, or the way a diamond must taste. I've never seen either, but I've read–"

Mother's hand clamped down on my shoulder. Father's had fallen away. Something was happening. Something was wrong. I opened my eyes.

The justa's mouth was moving. I'd missed the first part of the sentence. But I read the last of it on her lips and guessed the rest. "–She will be cast out."

My hands clenched in dismay. "What? No, you can't! I saw the revelations! I saw!" I needed to taste it again. I needed the justa to lift the cover over that little glowing cone and let me suck its magic into my lungs.

The justa shrouded the golden case with a sleeve and stared at me with narrowed eyes. "Silence your child, perfectas. Her voice saddens this body."

Mother pulled me close. She spoke – her chest reverberated against my back – but I couldn't see, even without my hood. My eyes had frozen on the justa's mouth. I caught every twitch of her lips, as though I had known and read her face for years.

The justa replied, "She is an imperfecta. The law has no leeway." Her eyes turned towards Father. He must have said something. "Take comfort. There are always miracles. Perhaps the Great Unknowns will hear your prayers and cure her."

I set my jaw. "I don't need to be cured. There's nothing wrong with me."

The justa ignored me. "You may have one night with her before she is escorted from the city. With our blessings."

A drop splashed the back of my neck. Mother was crying.

The justa lifted a hand. "Walk in perfection."

My parents led me away.

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They didn't speak to me until we were home, inside our own entry chamber, which I'd painted myself a year ago. I stopped just over the threshold, brushed by the draft of the door swinging shut behind me. My hands swept the air, agitated, too fast. "They aren't really going to make me leave, are they?"

My parents turned towards me. Tears glistened in the cracks of wrinkles that hadn't been there that morning. "Zisha," Mother said, her hands cupping my face. Was this the last time I'd see my name on her lips?

"They can't throw me out," I signed. "Not just because I talk strangely."

Father and Mother exchanged mournful glances. Father signed, "Little bird, they knew it wasn't only your voice."

"Just because I'm deaf? Because I can't hear?"

Mother stepped back, freeing her hands. Her fingers twitched a subdued answer. "Yes, dear one."

My face felt hot and sticky. Tears ran down my cheeks. "All those years you spent coaching me on how to talk properly, how to read lips. They were for nothing?"

Father signed, "We hoped your training would fool them. But–"

"It didn't."

"You have a beautiful voice, dear one," Mother signed.

"The Justry didn't think so."

Mother bit her lip. "They are all fools."

I signed, "Tell them I'll stay inside. I won't take revelations again. No one needs to see me–"

"They know you are here now," Father signed. "They won't let you hide."

I swallowed. Sniffed. "It isn't fair."

Father shook his head. "I will pack a bag for you, little bird. Go pick your favorite books from the library." He strode away, his back as stiff as the benches lining the entry hall.

I sank into one and signed weakly, "He's thinking of books? Now?"

"You will want them," Mother signed. "You will not find any outside the Plenary Cities. They cannot read, out there."

"Can they even paint?"

"Not like you, love."

I hugged my knees to my chest, pressed my face against them. Tried my voice. "I don't want to go there."

Her hand brushed my back, but I did not look to see her reply. I didn't want to see it.

I wanted to stay.

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