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Short Fell Poth drabble

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(Will be calling Fell Goth Cupcake cuz
Lazy XP)
(And Fell Palette is already known as Rurik so)
It has been such a long time since Cupcake has felt true happiness, always seeming like he’s dragging himself around instead of walking, forcing words out instead of talking, not showing any signs of feeling better.

It’s not that he was pessimistic, it was because the fact that he basically has nothing to live for. His parents hate him, Rurik treats him like shit, and he is mostly just a speck in his AU with only a few people that either know him and don’t care for him or forgot about him the next day. He just felt so useless knowing that nobody wants him.

Which is why he was spending most of his time in the waterfalls.

To get away from his miserable life.

Rurik caught onto his behavior and decided to follow him the next time he went to the falls.

~•~•~Once there~•~•~

“CUPCAKE!!” Rurik called out to him, shocking him just a bit. Cupcake turned around to see who yelled.

“Rurik..?” Cupcake said to himself as he saw Rurik walking towards him. He stopped a few feet away from him.

“Cupcake what’s going on with you? You’re acting strange and I don’t like it.” Rurik stated. Cupcake didn’t say anything to that. Instead…

“You always carry your knife around right?” He asked him. Rurik raised a skeletal brow at the weird question.

“Of course..? I never leave without it, why?” He said as he pulled it out.

“Well…” Cupcake started as he began to move closer to Rurik. He took the hand that was holding the knife and pointed it at his chest, right where his soul is.

“I want you to use it on me.” Cupcake said ever so casually. Rurik widened his eyes at this.

“What?! No!! I’m not going to kill you!!” Rurik tried to move his hand away from Cupcake’s chest but he had a rather strong grip on his arm.

“Why not? It’s obvious that everyone hates me so what’s the point in even living anymore, hell I’ve been coming here every day for WEEKS before someone noticed I was gone.” Cupcake explained. Rurik then felt a sense of guilt rushing through him.

“Cupcake… I-I had no idea you felt this way… I’m sorry…” Rurik apologized. Cupcake stayed quiet, not making eye contact.

“But I just want you to know that not everyone hates you…” Rurik blushed looking away. Cupcake saw his blush and did something he hasn’t done in a long time.

He smiled.

Hell, he even chuckled.

“Heheh, aww Rurik…” He placed his hands on Rurik’s shoulders. Rurik stared at him, smiling. This gave him the chance to pull away the knife from his chest. All of a sudden he yanked Rurik towards him pulling him into a ‘hug’, but it was more of him wrapping his arms around Rurik’s so he can’t move them. It was at that moment that Rurik’s smile faltered and turned into a look of horror.

Too slow.

“AH!! CUPCAKE LET ME GO!! THE KNIFE-” He stared but was cut off.

“Now you won’t have to worry about me anymore…” Cupcake smiled, tears filling his eyes while he began to dust.

“LET ME GO YOU IDIOT!!” Rurik tried to move his hand from his chest, succeeding just a bit as Cupcake was getting weaker.

“I love you…” Were the last words that Rurik heard Cupcake say.

“GOTH!!” Rurik shouted Cupcake’s actual name for the first time in years, tears spilling from his eyes. Cupcake’s arms have long since fallen limp and he’s only standing because of Rurik hugging him, having already removed the knife. He had him in his arms for only a split second before Cupcake completely faded away to dust. All that was left of him was his scarf. Rurik held it in his hands and stared at it in shock.

“No… This can’t be happening… This can’t be happening…” Rurik repeated to himself, barely speaking above a whisper. Suddenly…

“I love you…”

“I love you…”

“Huh?” Rurik took his attention away from the scarf and focused on the voice saying that.

Or, more specifically, voices.

“Echo flowers…” Rurik whispered. He stood up, scarf in his hands, and picked one.

And never spoke to it.

Nor near it.

He wanted to preserve Cupcake’s voice for as long as he could.

~•~•~Months later~•~•~

Rurik came back home after an afternoon of killing.

“I love you…” He heard from the other room. He gasped and ran to the voice. But he sighed when he remembered it was only the flower.

‘I love you too…’ He thought to himself as he stared at the scarf wrapped around the flower pot that the flower was in.
Did the lennys in the beginning throw you guys off
Hope they did
Fell Goth by @nekophy
Rurik Roller by @angexci

anonymous asked:

Your ancestors started shit but you're still living off the privilege & their legacy. Bc of the white racist ancestors u guys don't face the same issues as PoC bc ur riding on that sweet white privilege u might not want to have but still do. Racism isn't as simple as a dictionary definition. Throughout history the people who've suffered institutionally due to racism have been PoC. Racism is about power & u cant kick upwards. This don't mean its ok to treat any1 bad bc of their skin color tho

Like I clearly stated before, I don’t engage in discourse involving unchangeable history. It’s pointless.

Discourse about privilege is its own world of yikes, and as we all know

and I’m not afraid of it.

The last sentence of this anon is the most important to this conversation. That’s what I’m about. I’ve got white privilege, but I’m disappointed that it actually exists.

A dictionary definition of racism sets the standard for what is clearly hatred for no goddamn reason. Shut the fuck up about this fucking ability some POC made up to be complete assholes to others because it’s the cool thing to do now and “omg fuck white people what trash go kys stop oppressing me” (I’ve literally seen that on Twitter, I shit you not)

Get the fuck off my blog.


sweet kisses for the sweetheart ❤

my queue is a bit empty and I need to stock up for the summer,, so I’m sry kids to be that person but could u like this post so I can q from you? majority hp blogs preferably bc I’m lazy 👀

also feel free to leave a reply with ur hp creations tag! thank u all ily

my neighborhood is weird its a bunch of super old white ppl in a quiet suburban neighborhood but its not in the suburbs its in the middle of the woods and in the middle of the suburbs in the middle of the woods in a little white house amist all the old white folks you can hear “SPECOLI HENDERSON YOU BETTER NOT BE SHITTING ON THE FLOOR AGAIN” almost daily and thats me, a latino teen, yelling at the dog.

Dear Tumblr

Why don’t my posts just once APPEAR ON THE RECENT TAGS I TAGGED THEM IN!!!

-Sincerely Ayma Abdullah Malik

how to let netflix know you want the get down to get a second season

i contacted the help department of netflix and they said to go here to request a second season:


apparently this is the main way netflix accepts this kind of input. if you have an account already all you have to do is submit the request! it’s quick and easy please reblog this <3