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April Fools DLC After Ending: Continuation of the painful 2nd Normal Ending of April Fools DLC. The feel is too much… It hit me like a rock and killed me…

How to get this ending?

You won’t be able to get this ending because it’s 1000% fake lol even my art is nowhere near cheritz cz I can’t imitate their style lol I am sorry to those who haven’t played it yet because it’s contain major spoiler of that ending…

I am thankful to my dear friend, @707-despair who had shared her idea and made some lines suggestions… Thank you my friend~ :3

Happy Birthday, Zen… ^^~

This is my early birthday present for you~ Expect something again on your birthday tho haha…

The whole After Ending VNM is under the cut~

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Regina’s Happy Ending....ish?

I have watched the episode a good 5-6 times now, in slow motion and in reverse and back again. At first, I won’t lie, they ended it with The EQ and Robin Locksley having a supposed happy ending (though I suppose we will never know) and initially I was like “Hey…..that wasn’t as terrible as I thought it was going to be”

And then I had a coffee this morning…..

I don’t know if I agree with it anymore. I see the stills of the EQ/RL in the tavern and I think to myself, Regina is going home knowing that a part of her is having the opportunity to live with love, (romantic love, I am stressing this isn’t turning a blind eye to familial love or friendship love), and she doesn’t have that. It was taken from her (again) and there is no changing that fact. 

The character we have watched this entire series has been all about Regina redeeming her actions as the EQ. So when she decided to split her into two people, I get that she felt guilty and needed to fix it, to protect people. I love that she wanted to do that. It shows growth. A consistent growth throughout her story. I get that. 

But she has redeemed herself…hasn’t she? 

Surely if the other villains in the show get to have this redemption and find love and happiness, surely Regina Mills, the character who has been repenting her past sins and doing whatever she could to open herself to love, to learn to say she was sorry, ask for forgiveness, do what she could to earn it, deserves to have that same acceptance in redemption. 

Her family I think has given that to her, (I’m not going to get into this cause it’s a can of worms still to me). And she has Henry. Henry is her happiness, I understand that. I love that. I adore their relationship now. 

But.

Regina wants to feel at home in the world, and Robin was part of that world. To me, finding that place where you feel settled, and calm inside, where you feel at peace with who you are, definitely depends on having people who love you unconditionally, understand your past, accept your apologies and want to hold your hand and walk down the next path with you. 

Robin was that person for her, again as a romantic love, but romantic love isn’t just flowers and kisses. Romantic love is having that person you come home to at night, and share a glass of wine with and just sit quietly curled up under a blanket with. Romantic love is going on an adventure with that one person you want to spend your life with, who you want to take silly pictures with, act like utter dorks, be free and open and know that regardless of everything, they still love you and want to come home to you every day.

And it still doesn’t sit right with me. to say that she has failed a test of grief, that is repulsive to me. Grief isn’t something that just goes away like that. Think about people you have lost. If you had the chance to see them again, to feel them hug you and listen to their voice, wouldn’t you take that opportunity? How is it fair to ask anyone to just “move on and let go.” That’s not right. That’s not how real life works, nor how actual emotions happen.

Love and Loss are not just taps you can turn off and on. Just because you lose someone doesn’t mean you slam that door closed, brush your shoulders off, wipe away the tears and go “oh well, onto something else” and never have even a flicker of anything again for them. It doesn’t work that way. Regina Mills is far too emotional to have this be real. 

I understand you can’t dwell on loss. It’s a vicious cycle to get trapped into. But you also can’t just let it go. It will always be sad and leave little bruises on your heart. That is life. 

I know that Lana has said Regina’s happy ending is being at peace with herself, and fuck me sideways her acting in the latest episode was so brilliant I can’t even think about without getting teary-eyed. 

Being loved, and loving in return, that is part of being at inner peace. And with how they’ve ended OQ, I really don’t know how she ever gets to that point where she can sit on a couch alone with her glass of wine and say “I am truly happy.” 

I know this is a fictional show, and these characters aren’t real. But being part of the audience that watches this show, (and with many others) it just feel disingenuous, and inauthentic to have this storyline played out this way.

I just wish she could have her Robin back. 


(THAT ALL BEING SAID….I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE OQ FF AND DARKOQ FF CAUSE HEY, I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS AND I WILL FOREVER!) 

Prompt (kinda): Okay I know we will probably never know about Silver’s exact backstory, but can please someone write a fic, of Silver having been in Bedlam? And Flint finding out and thinking of Thomas and kinda freaking out… and Silver is like “That is the reason why I didn’t want to tell you!” 

For @arzani92  


Flint sighed before taking another healthy gulp from his bottle filled with rum. He had started the night drinking from a cup, but as Thomas and Silver joined him they quickly forwent those in favor of drinking straight from the source. His body felt warm and fuzzy, and his cheeks were flushed a hot pink as his buzz set in. Looking to the men on either side of him, Flint came to the realization that if red coats suddenly burst through the door of their small home and shot him dead, he’d die a happy man. Laughter bubbled out of him like a fresh spring at something Thomas said—or, more specifically, how he said it—and Flint wondered at how lucky a man he was. Years ago, after discovering—mostly in part and thanks to Silver—that Thomas was alive and hidden away in Savannah, the red headed pirate thought he was the luckiest man alive. That God himself had deemed him worthy and had blessed him with a second chance at happiness. Then, just a few years after their reunion, when Silver had reappeared on their shores with stories of the sea and its adventures, and, most importantly, with love and hope in his eyes, Flint had thought he must’ve died. For there was no way a scoundrel such as himself could be so fortunate as to have both his loves in his life. Thomas, his truest love, and Silver, his fiercest.

Drawing a hand down Silver’s bicep and firmly squeezing the muscle there, Flint figured it was only fair that he could only keep one of them for any long period of time. After freeing Thomas from the camp his father had stashed him in, Flint had been spoiled with the man’s constant presence—something he wouldn’t take for granted any time soon. Silver, however, drifted in and out of their home like the tide. He did have other obligations, after all, and had to split his time between their home in Savannah and Nassau, where he and Madi had planted roots of their own and settled down. Then there were the men, too, who even to this day vied for his attention, for his praise. They’d never be appeased with Long John Silver’s retirement. And, as Flint suspected, neither would Silver. But Silver was here with him, now, and Flint thought he’d never stop feeling grateful.

The retired Walrus captain watched contentedly through heavy, half lidded eyes as Silver and Thomas animatedly debated their opinions on a book they had both read. It was a cheap, popular little thing that Silver had found on one of his prizes, and his first gift to Thomas as a partner. Flint assumed it was meant as a joke, not to be taken seriously, as it was a superfluous, easy read that would be forgotten in a decade or so. Thomas had cherished it, though, and read it immediately. And finally, after a full year of long winded promises and halfhearted evasion, Silver had finished the book himself and had stepped foot on the Savannah beach with a thing or two to say about it. Flint, in his fuzzy state, wasn’t much for conversation, but merely enjoyed basking in the presence of both his loves and listening to their voices. Keeping his grip on Silver’s arm, Flint leaned over and rested his head on Thomas’s shoulder, fully intending on taking a nap.

He was just on the precipice of sleep when suddenly, without warning, Thomas slammed his hand on the wooden table in front of them, jerking Flint into wakefulness. “Aha!” Thomas cheered, his eyes bright and almost gleeful. “I figured it out!”

Quirking a dark brow, Silver carefully asked, “Figured what out?”

“Where I recognize you from!” Thomas’s body hummed with excitement. “We’ve met before—in Bethlem.”

Head snapping towards Silver, Flint found his head suddenly clear and his eyesight focused as he growled, “What?”

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anonymous asked:

*whispers* if u are into it, could you maybe write more about the royai reincarnation au with roy being the only one remembering? if not, it's okay! :) thanks for the angst u give me. it powers me.

This is based on @liberty-flight‘s tags on the original ask!


“Are you happy?”

It had been the first question that came to Roy’s mind. The one thing he asked himself whenever he awoke after a night plagued by Ishval and the Promised Day and her. The answer was never an easy one to come to. Was he? He was never really adamant with his answer. In some ways he was, he supposed. The life he built for himself was hardly perfect. But there were times when he would reexamine the choices he had made in his former life and decided that, in some ways, the life he was leading was better. Happier in some ways, though never could he attain the degree of happiness he felt when he was with her.

Never had he considered he would see her again. She was always there in the back of his mind, and always in his dreams. Roy had searched for her every waking moment of every day; chasing faces and following voices that he believed belonged to her. Always wondering if she was out there searching for him too.

The familiar wrinkle of her brow after she tossed the question around in her mind brought back a flood of memories long repressed by time, and his heart skipped a beat. However, it stalled moments later when she took another step back and turned away. He lifted his hand on impulse, groping fruitlessly at the air as she fled and fought the urge to call after her. 

It wasn’t that she had failed to remember him, nor was it that she had decided to depart before she responded to his question. No… it was the look in her eyes that crushed him, because he knew that look all too well. 

Even in that life she was not happy. Even then, it seemed, she was not granted the life she deserved.

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pairing: jiminxreader
length: 3.1k words
genre: angst/fluff

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Happy birthday to dear @ichigough - may all your dreams come true, Lana! You’re an amazing friend and I’m grateful for getting to know you. ♡

As a belated present, please have this little Ichigo doodle. The flowers in his hair are common rue / wijnruit.  (◡‿◡✿)

Too many ships

Like, seriously, I can ship just about anything, though admittedly I only like some in very specific ways.

  • Destiel
  • Denny
  • Demara
  • Drowley
  • Megstiel
  • Cas/Bela
  • Cas/Becky
  • Samifer
  • Sabriel
  • Sam/Sarah
  • Sam/Ruby
  • Sam/Meg
  • Sam/Bela
  • Sam/Eileen
  • Sam/Jody
  • Sam/Dorothy
  • Sam/Rowena
  • Sam/Chuck
  • Sam/Max Banes
  • Sam gets a dog 2k17
  • Crobby
  • Chuck/Hannah
  • Chuck/Amara
  • Chuck/Becky

I’m sure there are more. I just can’t think of them at the moment. And yeah, I pretty much ship Sam with everybody and really just want him to get a dog.

flower cloak.

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My heart is pierced by Cupid;

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.
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I’m trying to fight my art block and I received some lovely suggestions I’m going to draw.

Mer!Hanzo and Pirate!McCree was one of these.
@rebeza and @finchworks are my inspirations and I look up to their designs and AUs ‘cause wow.

Have you ever seen a prettier Hanzo?

youtube

i literally teared up watching this