Wriothesley Prison Break Idk Im Not Caught Up

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I found a picture of my dachshund from a few years ago on my phone, and immediately burst into tears. He's smilling, I don't have any pictures of him smilling...laying down in the sun, enjoying himself. He went through so much shit in life, and I wasn't there for him in his finaly moments, but I hope me, my mother and grandmother were able to give him a good life, I hope he enjoyed being with us. My baby boy, I miss him so much

yes I was lazy with the colors sue me

I think dudes who say shit like “I couldn’t love a child that wasn’t mine” shouldn’t have kids

Growing up is actually all about realizing people don’t inherently dislike you and it’s a bit odd to assume they do

You meet your soulmate at 15.

He’s a rough boy with bruised, bloody knuckles and a deep scratch under his eye. But he has gentle, downturned eyes that remind you of the blue of winters first frost.

He runs into you on your way home from school, crashing into you along the cobblestone path that leads you to your house, and when you get knocked backwards you feel yourself on the verge of tears from shock, but when his shaky hand comes out to help you up with a wobbly apology, you glance up at him and a sudden telltale warmth spreads from where your hands touch down to your toes. You feel your soul mark scratch at your skin and you gasp, but he only winces at the lightning prick of pain that tells him who you are to him.

He helps you up and your face warms. He looks panicked, like a cornered dog. You then spot the smattering of blood across his white school shirt. His shoes are caked with it, with dirt and scuffed from running through the mud. Your face falls and just before you can ask him if he’s okay, he tells you his name, and then pushes past you in a sprint. The scent of blood flies past your senses and you stare at his back as he gets smaller and smaller in the distance.

You don’t see him again for 15 years after that night.

Until one day you hear about the new Warden at the Fortress of Meropide, and without truly thinking - your finger curiously traces the somewhat familiar scar underneath the man’s eye on the photograph on the front page.

Your soul mark then hisses under your skin, the heat crawling up your arm and onto your tongue. Your brow pinches in confusion.

His name is unfamiliar, Wriothesley.

You only know the name of the boy who ran into you that night.

Japan playing the Haikyuu!! theme song after beating Argentina in volleyball is so iconic

I just appeared to share this Wriothesley sketch because I 've being saving for months for him and he is not still even close of appearing in a banner 🥲

Thinking About Fictional Character while you have music on is such a risky activity. there’s no way EVERY song on this album is literally about Fictional Character. and yet……..