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Danny finally decides to introduce Vlad to Clockwork because he didn’t believe Danny ACTUALLY befriended an ancient ghost. Though Vlad is gonna find out REAL quick where Danny got all his mischievous tendencies.
this is.. self indulgent
*slaps this on your table* quite angst but not angst themed art
Little wing au Clockwork and Danny
The clock hands in the bg move so you guys can change the time if you wanna /shrugs/ pm for a hd email copy
@green-with-envy-phandom-event
he can grow a beard. he definitily can grow a lucious mane of hair
whooos hungry for a little OC ANGST?? >:)))
RAHG I LITTERALLY LOVE UNDERUSED STERYOTYPES childless fathers >>> fatherless children (amazing combo if they mixed together tho >;D)
Don't come back.. Katsuki.
Katsuki angst Inspired by the song "when the room goes quiet"
TW: suicide!! if this bothers you in any way, please click off now! Your mental health matters!!
Bold= Lyrics
Regular= The story
358 words. So, a short drabble
I found you in the ruins
When she saved him, he was depressed and usually took it out on others
Completely broken Absolutely gone
Crazy wild I patched up your pieces
She tried to save him, she tried her best and all of his friends saw this.
Lit up the dark
But you were too busy Tearing yourself apart
So she asked:
What will you do when the room goes quiet?
When the whiskey's gone, and you can't deny it
Who will you run to when it's all too real?
When I've found my wings and you're stuck right here
You said "always," but always ran dry
You're just another reason I know how to cry
Don't come back
Don't come back
Goodbye
And she tries to leave but being scared of him hurting himself she doesn't.
Yeah, I gave a damn
Kept making excuses
“Oh maybe he's just tired”
Turned love into a war
“Please you got to stop hurting yourself.” She says as she wraps his cuts in bandages
And let you call the truces
But you played the victim In every scene
“Katsuki what are you doing?!”
And somehow I'm the villain
“Please you got to stop hurting yourself.” She says as she wraps his cuts in bandages
In a crazy movie you've got me in
You're running from your past, but it's still here
Haunted by chances you didn't take
“You'll be the number one hero. I believe in you, my love!”
You bought the ticket to your own sadness
Chasing the dreams you can't remake
What will you do when the room goes quiet?
Don't come back
When the whiskey's gone, and you can't deny it
“You have to stop drinking, it's not good for you!”
Who will you run to when it's all too real?
“You… Cheated?”
When I've found my wings and you're stuck right here
You said "always," but always ran dry
You're just another reason I know how to cry
“Please! Stop!”
Don't come back
Don't come back
Don't come back
Goodbye
She places the flowers down at his grave, a single tear slipping down her cheek.
“Goodbye, Katsuki.”
Fingers smell like death. It carves into your nails, Like your nails carved into them
Smoke in your hair, ashes on your jacket
Was not a murder, But you weren't a killer before tonight.
⚰️Happy Halloween!
He sat at the end of the table in a high chair looking awfully sad. His eyes were gleaming, but he didn't cry, only looked without seeing. He trembled ever so slightly, when I put my hand on his. When no one said anything for a long time, finally I took a seat to his left and poured us both some tea. It smelled mild, swirled with dark herbs, like the brew itself were also sad. Everything looked delicious, but in the end no one had a bite.
After everyone had left, when I'd gathered the dishes and was blowing out the candles, he spoke. Though his voice was quiet as the rustling wind, it startled me. 'I should have noticed' he said. I blinked. A million things rushed through my mind. All wrong things to say. 'I should have noticed, Alice' he repeated, raising his eyes to look at me. He was at the brink of shattering. Suddenly he stood, whisked everything in arms reach off the table, and fell back again. Then, after being closed off for so long, he could finally cry. 'We could have..' His voice broke. The shatters of porcelain crunched under my step. I knelt. I took his hands, and kissed them, but I felt empty.
In the woods near our house everything grows in circles. There's tall trees, but no leaves on the moss and the stars cast shadows like it's daytime. I made a soup one time of the mushrooms I found in each corner of the wood. White mushrooms, with wide hats, that taste like honey and cotton sugar. The recipe was for a soup, everyone had it at my birthday party, but it was titled 'making a savior' and it's a little strange I can't seem to find my way out of our yard, where the people don't look like my friends at all..
She seemed intoxicated, only rather by exhaustion, than by whatever laced the cigarettes she'd rolled up that morning. One was just about to go out between her fingers. I took it from her, inhaled it back to life before tossing it onto the ground. It was weed, at least a third of it, tho the filters she used mellowed the taste. She looked at the bud somewhat saddened. 'Seventeen', she said, drawing a little x in the air with her finger. That was way too many, but she'd been cutting back admirably for weeks, and today was a rough day. I sighed. I swear, I thought, as who knows how many times before, if one more beloved soul leaves this wretched earth before mine, I'll cease. I looked at her then. Knowing I could never intentionally leave her behind, I sighed again, took a seat & lit me one of hers. Enough time to be responsible tomorrow..
He pressed the knife against my shoulder plate. I hissed quietly, and focused on my breathing. The glowing blade ran across my back, but the man was hesitating. I shifted. A little flinch, a drop of black.. The knife clanged on the table. I sighed and turned to sit up. Wrapping my arms around him I grabbed the blade, and ran it lightly from his pelvis to his ear, dipping through the skin ever so slightly. His eyes were closed. I lowered the knife to my thigh. There we drew a wandering line, cutting deeper into my flesh than was good for me. I didn't care. I loved this, loved him. Loved his blood, dripping into mine & burning my veins like my fingers burnt his skin.
He took the matchbox from my shaking hands and lit one. The whole thing caught flame easily. Hardly stepping away he dropped it on the ground, which sparked an immediate chain reaction. We'd done good prepping.
He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him. It was a warm autumn evening; he had sundrops in his hair, the air smelled of wildflowers and gasoline. Running his fingers trough my hair he began humming a familiar tune, a lullaby father had taught me. I glanced up at him, and saw the reflection of our home in his eyes. Something inside broke and collapsed. I finally dared look straight at the house. The fire had spread quickly, already eating away at the upstairs outer wall.
Smoke began to clog the view before our lungs. He took a deep breath, and began guiding me gently toward the car. A single suitcase filled with books & paintings laid on the back seat. It was all we'd taken from our years here. I wrapped his coat tighter around myself, as we drove off into the world outside the manor.
They put on a brave face & stepped into the auditorium. Grimly realizing there was no one familiar in the room, they made their way to an empty seat as close to the door, and far from the stand as possible.
They'd decided to give finishing the course their best shot. When he walked in through the stage door however, an overwhelming sense of sickness brushed over them.
They looked at the time. 13:48. Deep breath.
He spotted them in their corner and smiled lewdly. Unwilling to give him the pleasure of defeating them, they waited. Attendance reached them. They stared at it for a moment, took their bag, and hurried away.
A visual guide to the clones of the Grand Army of the Republic, made by me. I used this gifset by skybson and this incredibly thorough and helpful list by propheticfire as references, please check them out!
This includes clones who made screen appearances in Canon, so it does not include clones from comics, novels, or Legends.
Tbh I was originally going to make this a gifset and then I thought why not visually categorize the entire GAR for fun so here we are!
