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if they’re gonna kill Henry that shit better be as devastating as possible if his death is cheery and celebratory I’m turning my tv off then and there give me angst give me sadness if you’re gonna kill my favorite character. I want him to die by the hands of either El or Patty and I want him to say the most depressing shit before he dies. “I’m glad it’s you” (arcane reference 💔) just give me SOMETHING (gonna regret this in the foreseeable future)
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Me writing the epilogue: Oh yeah I'm gonna make the readers hurt with this one
Me, crying seconds into writing it: I'm fine—
"As I stand on the precipice of my destiny, I cannot help but mourn the lost potential of a different life, a life where love and happiness were an option. This tear is the last vestige of my humanity, a silent lament for the boy I once was and the man I will never become. It is a testament to the tragedy of my existence, a final goodbye to the dreams that will never be realized.
Standing here, on the brink of darkness, I reflect on the cruelty of fate. The family I was born into, the burdens I inherited and bore every day, the path I was coerced into walking, all conspired to bring me to this moment. I am haunted by the faces of those I love, their unfulfilled hopes and broken dreams, echoing the hollow promises of a future stolen by shadows. I wonder if, somewhere in another life, I might have found redemption, might have forged a different path away from this abyss.
But now, as the darkness gains ground, I realize there is no turning back. I am unable to move. The choices made in fear and desperation have sealed my fate, and all that remains is this single tear, a symbol of everything I have lost and everything I will never become. This is my requiem, my last act of rebellion against the powers that have condemned me, my silent cry against the impending doom.”
(This is a redraw of something I did more than a year ago. I’ve been wanting to redo it for a long time since I loved the concept, but I thought I could revisit it while leaving more to the viewer’s interpretation. So, I hope you like it !!)
help do i end this chapter in the sad but fluffy way or the Really Sad and slightly less fluffy way
SAD >:)) REALLY SAD
Also, here’s what I want from Halbrand:
I want him to just be one of the nine riders.
Not the Witch-King.
Maybe he’s the one who flew on the Fell Beast over the marshes. Maybe he’s the one who almost found the Hobbits on the road. Maybe he’s the one who has a torch thrown into his face by Aragorn. He’s just...one of them.
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the djinn when it likes someone just giving them wishes as gifts, using it’s magic to give them what they desire without thinking because that is what it knows people like.
Okay sooo master cief and lovely by
Lauren babic,
Seraphim
[SEND ME A SONG OR LYRIC EXCERPT + YOUR CHARACTER OF CHOICE AND I'LL WRITE YOU A READER INSERT FICLET]
"Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin to bone Hello, welcome home..."
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John watched as you hovered over a strange flower on the planet surface, visor inches from the vibrant petals as you examined it closely.
"What is it?" he knelt beside you, his enormous frame still looming over yours.
"Proles Ardor, first discovered by Angela Griggs in 2162," you ran a gloved hand along one of the velvety leaves and smiled, "Data suggests that the leaves produce a strong neurotoxin that can cause death in seconds when the plant feels threatened."
"Charming," John felt the corners of his mouth pull into a smile as he watched your fingers run along the scarlet petals.
"It's amazing that it can thrive, even on this planet," you produced a glass vial from your rucksack and tweezed off a small conical flower, placing it carefully inside the tube before capping it, "Diamonds in the rough."
"Just like you," the Spartan rose from his crouch and you followed suit, placing the vial into your bag with a chuckle.
"Like me?"
A beautiful flower next to a sharp, deadly weed.
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"John?" Cortana's voice echoed in the Spartan's earpiece and he shook his head to clear it.
"Are you alright? Your vitals spiked for a moment."
"I'm fine," John glanced down at the photo he clutched in his armored hand-
"Just a memory."
