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thegrandharveyspecter · 9 months
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All there was in this place was a burner phone. Harvey didn't know where his went but it wasn't in his pocket anymore. Either it was taken or he dropped it somewhere during his trip. Not typical Harvey Specter behaviour, but he had no idea what was going on.
He tried sending the text five times and every time, it failed, so Harvey moved all over the place until there seemed to be a tiny bit of a signal.
[Text: Scott Lang] I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared- Harvey Specter
Harvey wasn't really scared but he figured the more urgent it sounded, the more likely he was to get a response. He doubted explaining his situation, his situation he didn't even know was real, would get anywhere.
After Harvey sent it, he started pacing in his spot and hoped Scott wouldn't think this was a prank someone was playing on him.
@antvnger
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trixiefromtoystory · 1 year
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Serious Security.
It was Trixie's first week on the job, and so far she took every check in very seriously, everyone had to have their badge ready for the turnstile or Trixie was on them like the suspicious old lady next door. She was beyond thrilled to have landed a job at the prestigious company of Interpride, that the town was known for. Heck, the family built the town practically, at least that's what she heard from sources.
Unfortunately her sources, didn't tell her what her boss actually looked like. But she was sure, she'd meet him eventually. She paced back and forth a bit, wishing for a chance to prove herself, when the opportunity presented itself, as a nobody who might be a somebody tried to glide through the security check without a badge. The nerve, not on her watch. She put on her most serious angry eyes, and toughest frown and marched right up to the perp, wishing her flashlight was more intimidating. "Hey you. Hold it right there, just what do you think you're doing? Where is your ID? Hmm?" She leaned in closer and gave him the squint eye of doom.
@simba-bonfamille-lyons
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eloquitry · 2 years
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@jesscmy asked: "What happened?"
brisk is the afternoon though helios’ rays bring warmth to skin. the impromptu agora takes shape within a perfectly ordinary park. gathering had formed, mortals entranced by the sudden recitation of spoken word. it had begun amongst a group of teenagers, huddled together as they relaxed, a gathering of minds whom sought to release their promethean fire to the world around them. some held notebooks in hand, students of literature and arts calling to her like her nieces’ songs to the wary hearts of travelers. dark hues had watched the chatter.. the determination within the minds of mortals as pen met paper. she had sat upon a bench, enthralled by and at peace with the freedom she had been granted, a freedom to choose whom might be granted her gifts. 
smile graces features as one mortal recites a metre, then another. they play off each other in excitement, harmonize their verse. it becomes what the mortals would call a kind of poetry slam, albeit unorganized and randomly sparked. passerby's halt, watch, listen. another joins in with modern beat, taking their lead and forming his own tale with it. a gathering had formed with calliope at it’s edges, a feeling she had not felt in many years alight within her. she turns away from the gathering of humans, looks upon the woman and smiles. “inspiration stroke and others took notice.” the woman is no normal mortal, of this calliope can sense as only an immortal could. the girl has a touch of something she had only known in the presence of the endless which had aided her so recently-- the girl had a touch of the dreaming within her. 
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planisphaere · 2 years
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@achromaticstars​ |  liked ✿   ​
Upon the old hat woven of straw come the playful sounds of dancing drops.  In the rain there is a serenity, a sense of peace that offers to resonate with the peaceful elements of the soul. Standing among those drops is his meditation, a way to fully become present in the moment - if that was what he could call this, after all he was no longer alive. He would never mind the rain, never mind staying up late to wait for others to come back or to watch over them. With the the rustling of leaves, his body turned to face the other properly. Even in the rain and darkest of nights he would offer a smile. 
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“Ah...” he wondered aloud yet softly. “Did you forget the umbrella? Would you like to use my hat? ... It... It is not in the best condition though...”
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danielcalmdown · 2 months
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i'm just filling up a kim without glasses lore gap with random shit, don't mind me
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tooquirkytolose · 3 months
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Based on this tweet:
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zazrichor · 2 years
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ONCE AND FUTURE
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mitwodlemi · 9 days
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In the archives. Straight up beholding it. And what do I mean by it? Heh... well let's justr say... my statements.
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wackywumpum · 5 months
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Alright but what if Godzilla slithered
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neovenatorgirlteeth · 28 days
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This trans day of visibility, I’d like to give a shoutout to all those invisible trans people out there. There might be any number of reasons that you might want or need to keep yourself hidden. A good reason doesn’t make it any less painful though, doesn’t stop you from feeling more and more like a ghost.
It’s not much, but I’m reaching out. I see you. Underneath the veils we use to hide ourselves, I see you. You are known to us, your sister and brothers and siblings of all stripes. Stay strong, please. I love you.
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thegrandharveyspecter · 9 months
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Harvey entered the nearest café, looked around until he found a vacant table. Well, partially vacant. There was another man sitting there, but right now, Harvey didn't care. He just needed to get out of sight.
He walked up to the table, gesturing to it as he looked at the man sitting there. "Mind if I take a seat? I need a minute."
@og-ant-man
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1caru · 2 months
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I can't stop thinking about @good-ravio-art's blobio design
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chiptrillino · 3 months
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Your art is so so pretty even the wips have so much life and beauty in them so this has been a really fun game to see! I don't think this one has been asked for yet so 72? If it has then maybe a July one?
thank so much! its a random doodle.
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zuko is angry and judging, sokka is bored and judging. yaii!
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maxl-quaxl · 3 months
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Drew a bunch of Labru stuff while drunk... In vino veritas or whatever
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claitea · 5 months
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"i'm sorry."
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Prompt 170
Once again on my Ras & Danny being training rivals thanks to time travel bullshit. 
Look, Danny knows about the league of Assassins, but he almost dies of laughter when he realizes it’s the modern name of the league of Shadows. He’s an adult now, has been for a while, he’s allowed to find the situation he’s found himself in amusing. Hell, his sparring buddy who is somehow still alive is laughing too. 
And no one else knows what’s going on, okay? This random man walked into their secret base, completely ignored the many assassins trying to stop him, and called their illustrious leader a “Little Bitch Man” and they are now fighting?
The fighting is familiar, but why the fuck is Ras cackling and saying things like “Ayreh Feek” back. Practically saying “Fuck you,” while laughing and oh Pit, they’re Bantering this is terrifying, why has Ras not won yet, why has this man not died yet and- bodies aren’t supposed to bend like that what the fuck- 
Ras on the other hand, has One friend, who is immortal like him, actually remembers the shit he complains about, is also down for saving endangered animals, and actually knows how to spar! It’s not a proper spar unless someone loses at least a hand that has to be reattached! And honestly, people nowadays should know that the proper greeting to an old friend is to instantly try to kill the other. 
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