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thegirlinthementalhospital:

The cold never bothered me anyway. ((So I hear someone wanted a Sansa Stark with ice/winter powers.))

thegirlinthementalhospital:

The cold never bothered me anyway. ((So I hear someone wanted a Sansa Stark with ice/winter powers.))


13 drafts.

7 memes.

1 chemistry project that 
I haven’t started yet.

Night.


My character has died and is now a Reaper. They must escort a certain number of souls over to the other side before they may rest in peace themselves. Send me a ✩ and my character will react to yours being the last soul they have to take.

If you’re going to move on then you need to move on.❞

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animationtidbits:

Rise of the Guardians - Storyboards

(Source: zapatillasrusas.blogspot.com)


kozpitchiner asked:
"NO!"

mxssmurder:

Send me “NO!!” for the last words/thoughts from my muse as they sacrifices themselves for yours.

What an incredibly odd position to be in.

Struck by the one she had adored;

in sacrifice for the person she- reveared? feared? loved-

it was just- odd

A soft laugh escaped cracked lips. Parched, she attempted to soothe the dry deserts but it was a mere, temporary relief-  They tasted of copper, Sophie  mused silently to herself. She was tempted to grin and mock, but she could feel it-

feel herself fading.

It was a lot more painful than she imagined. 

The blond gave a little stumble back from the impact, her eyes lifting to meet evergreens, but she did not care for those eyes. What were they too her? Horrified, and swimming in unspoken regrets. 

It’s too late, I’ve forgotten you-

she wanted to see gold. Molten and filled with rage, cool and murky with unknown affections, confusion, and care. She wanted those eyes. The eyes that softened when his name past her lips, the eyes that brimmed with anger when she was harmed- 

the eyes of a loving father onlooking a daughter. 

Not these eyes. She wanted to tear at them, to rip them out and burn them, smash them within her fists, shatter them like glass- she hated them, hated him- 

but oh, what a waste, to be thinking of such hate when her end was so near. 

"Dad?" 

Sophie stumbled in his direction, weakened, her life ebbing away from her. He was reaching out, his name on his lips, the pet name she’d once craved to hear, but she didn’t care any more. She ignored him, as if he wasn’t even there. 

Pitch went to her immediately. Touch. Touch was foreign to him. He didn’t understand it, Sophie knew, so she’d decided to teach him, to show him why it was so important- but the lessons would have to wait, she had things she had to do, but he was there, and he was learning, had learned. 

He was gentle, and careful, not at all how he used to be. Once upon a time when he would throw her against a wall, hoping she would break. 

Now he held onto her as if he was the only thing keeping her together. 

"Dad," Sophie repeated, her voice softer. She leaned closer.

She was getting colder.

Growing numb.

"Promise to stay with me," Sophie ordered. "Promise me. I’m scared. I don’t want to be alone again."

Please don’t leave me alone.


via: mxssmurder  / source: mxssmurder

My character has died and is now a Reaper. They must escort a certain number of souls over to the other side before they may rest in peace themselves. Send me a ✩ and my character will react to yours being the last soul they have to take.

❝Princess, what has happened to you?
What has your mother done—❞

       Pitch’s eyes shot open and he set down 
       in the center of the room that had so long
       been a place of adventure for the both 
       of them.

❝Before we go, Rapunzel, I want you
to show me some more of your drawings.
Join me, dear. Sit down. Tell me about
that one, okay? How long did it take?❞

       Pitch’s mouth was dry, starchy. Looking to 
       the window, he took on the sight of the 
       starlit sky and sighed heavily.

❝Draw me another one, perhaps? One
I can keep? And then I’m taking you away
from here. Like I always said I could. I know
you were always scared… But it’s time to go
now. No, you don’t need to pack anything.
Tell me a story, perhaps. I story from that
picture right there. What does it mean to you?

Remember what the pictures mean to you.❞

       And don’t look in your bed. Don’t look at 
       what end her vile hands bestowed upon
       you. You’ll fly, Rapunzel. I’ll take you into 
       the winds. I’ll show you the world before 
       I take you. Before we both leave it.
       I know how much you’ve wanted to see it.


(Source: greatlevi)


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mxssmurder:

;-; poor babbus. as long as he still cared, Sophie would be okay. She would gladly move on if he asked it of her. 

Then they can be a dysfunctional family again!

(Source: kozpitchiner)


via: mxssmurder  / source: kozpitchiner