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moonpaw · 1 year
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they never see each other again, and on top of that, Noland died never knowing what happened to his friend or if he was even alive and kalgara fought so hard to keep up tradition and ring the bell so noland would always know where they are, but he failed and noland died without knowing and was absolutely torn over it and
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Did not realize polls were timed...no wonder y'all be asking for rebogs
Anyway tell me about ur jewelry in the tags if u wanna!!
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cemeterything · 9 months
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"lazarus" is such a great name for a guy who's famous for being raised from the dead. you can reference a name like that in your resurrection plot devices and it feels appropriate. that never would have been possible if he'd been called joseph or peter or craig or something.
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Halloween prompts year 2 day 24
Phantom is just chilling in Gotham at night. It had been a few years since he realized he wasn't aging and was stuck at 14 forever, thus having to find a solution to the whole portal problem once and for all. After explaining his situation Pandora made quick work of it for him as a repayment for his previous help and sent him off into the zone.
Danny floated into a closed museum and sat on the top of the large Saturn model, leave it to him to find a space museum staring out at the exhibits and enjoying the peace and quiet. He removed himself from the visable spectrum once he felt someone approaching the building. Odd, he thought, there shouldn't be anything here that Catwoman would want to steal.
To his surprise it wasn't Catwoman who appeared. It was one of the bats. Phantom realized he must have tripped a silent alarm.
As he watched one of the bats slowly crept throught the museum, keeping to the shadows, he came up with an idea.
He quickly overshadowed one of the machines and powered it on, making it play the creepiest possible remix of the music it was supposed to play. The bat looked wary but didn't flee and Danny made it his personal mission to made this bat screech.
He failed of course. He had trapped the bat in here and done every horror story/creepy pasta plot he could think of and nothing worked.
More importantly the bat is making space puns and talking nerdy about space facts as he fights the machine constructs phantom had made
Danny decided that if the bat lasted till dawn then he would give them a major magical gift.
And maybe ask if Nightwing wants a sidekick
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hajihiko · 1 year
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it's watermelon 🍉
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stevenrogered · 10 months
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RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE ↳book > screen
He takes one of Alex’s hands and turns it to press something small and heavy into his palm. “I want you to know, I’m sure. A thousand percent.” He removes his hand and there, sitting in the center of Alex’s callused palm, is the signet ring. 
“What?” Alex’s eyes flash up to search Henry’s face and find him smiling softly. “I can’t-“ 
“Keep it,” Henry tells him. “I’m sick of wearing it.”
It’s a private airstrip, but it’s still risky, so he folds Henry in a hug and whispers fiercely, “I completely fucking love you.”
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sleepsucks · 7 months
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Dollar Tree
Buying ring pops
Dollar Tree, Late-Stage Capitalist America
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s0fter-sin · 1 month
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soapghost circus au
ghost’s an extreme motorcycle stunt performer - globe of death, riding on his back wheel along tightropes, that sort of thing
soap’s a fire breather/dancer. he’s a roaming performer; he just finds empty spaces or bored people and starts twirling
he pretends not to notice the way he always wanders towards a certain tent every night to watch a certain masked daredevil defy gravity. he thinks he's slick and that ghost won't notice him in the crowd, completely forgetting that he's carrying something that happens to be on fire
ghost couldn't miss him if he tried
one day off, soap's trialing fire whips; he loves the loud crack and the way the flame licks through the air and maybe he's a little too impatient to practice with non flaming whips first, even though he's never used one before
he's covered in soot and fine welts where the tip of the whip keeps flicking back up at him, cutting through his shirt and stinging his skin but he doesn't let that stop him. it starts to stick to him, damp with sweat and blood and he's quick to strip it off; throwing it to the side to keep practicing
when soap finally gets a few good cracks in a row and breaks to celebrate, he almost jumps out of his skin when he sees the masked rider leaning against a trailer watching him
of all the times he's wanted ghost to talk to him, this is not one of them
he wanted to impress him, dance for him with his flaming batons and be mesmerised by his fluidity and skill
not catch him filthy and struggling with something as basic as a whip
he's ready for ghost to ream him out for not having control over the whip - he's known throughout the circuit for expecting utter perfection in his routines - but when ghost finally does speak, it's only to ask if he's done for the day
soap falters for a moment. he wanted to get some consistency with the whip before he stopped, but he's starting to feel the hours of practice; muscles aching and skin blistered with minor burns
he says he is and ghost pushes off the trailer, nodding his head to make soap follow. he brings him back to his trailer and tells him to clean up then takes out his personal med kit to treat the grazes on soap's skin
soap's shocked; for all that he loves to watch ghost perform, they've never really talked before
part of why he joined the circus was so he wouldn't be a burden on anyone, the oldest in a family with too many mouths to feed and not even time to nurture, and here he is taking up ghost's valuable practice time be he wasn't good enough to handle his own discipline. he tries to brush him off, downplaying the burns and tries to leave before half them can be treated but ghost just glares and orders him to sit back down
ghost does expect perfection from himself but it isn’t out of any malice or ego; it's bc he knows if he isn't perfect, he could very easily die. he’s picked a dangerous profession and he gives it the respect it deserves. there isn't any shame in being a novice or failing at something; he thinks there's a lot of beauty in having the courage to get back up again and again
so every day he watches soap practice and bullies him into his trailer to put him back together bc he knows he won't do it by himself
and every night soap wanders over to ghost's section of the fair grounds, in awe of his skill and wishing he could be worthy of the care he gives him
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ganondoodle · 5 hours
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weird lanky raisin man (affectionate)
(radahn, elden ring)
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clowningaroundmars · 3 months
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my personal atsv hobie brown hc is that this boy can build a watch that enables the wearer to travel to any dimension they want to, made entirely out of cobbled up parts he "finds"
but anytime anyone brings up AI or algorithms or social media he pretends to be 100 years old
hobie: what's a bloody "snapchat"? fuckin 'ell those effects are nightmarish, mate
miles, exasperated: hobie, you BUILD TECH that astrophysicists in my dimension can't even replicate. how are filters on a phone trippin you up?
hobie: dunno, everyone's got their strengths n weaknesses, i 'spose... 🙄😒
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eggcats · 3 months
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seeing the phrase "al your bitches are fighting" when referring to vox and lucifer in a fanfic singlehandedly made me ship radioapple AND radiostatic together at the same time, he's got 2 hands
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POV: You carry Malenia back home after the Radahn battle, but she wakes up and insists that she can walk by herself. She says, you're exhausted enough, ah, take a break! So you don't mention that she doesn't use your Halo Scythe as a weapon, and she doesn't mention your hand around her waist, and somehow, you make it back to the Haligtree.
Now in color! Done with ink and watercolor.
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rugwurm · 5 months
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Fiecare familie nefericită este nefericită în felul său
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blenderfullasarcasm · 3 months
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"You haven't laughed in a long time, so I guess I was staring cause I forgot what that looked like."
They're gettin' lunch in Heiji's favorite okonomiyaki place (the one that must have been blessed by somethin' powerful because he's never once run into a case there, even when he's hangin' out with Kudou), because he and Kudou have spent the last few hours figurin' out who killed the jerkass manager at one of the fancy stores a few blocks away. It's already three in the afternoon and they're starvin'. Okonomiyaki is fast, cheap, close by, and, most importantly, murder free.
(Probably. Who knew, with Kudou's luck.)
Kudou's squintin' down at the menu, studyin' it carefully like there's more than ten options. He absentmindedly raises one hand to push up his glasses, but ends up pokin' himself in the nose because he doesn't hafta wear 'em anymore.
Kudou blinks rapidly, surprised, then glances at Heiji like he's hopin' he didn't notice.
Heiji snorts and grins back at him smugly. No such luck there.
Kudou scowls at him and sets his menu down pointedly.
A waitress appears instantly, takin' his movements as a cue to ask if he's ready to order.
Kudou obviously isn't, or maybe he's just in th' mood to annoy Heiji, because instead'a telling her what he wants he glances over at Heiji and says, "Why don't you order for me, hm?" like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
Heiji thinks Kudou should suck it up and get his eyes checked. He rolls his eyes and orders for him anyway. "Two'a my usual, thanks, Tanaka-san."
Kudou frowns and starts to open his mouth, but Heiji's already wavin' him off. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Extra green onions on mine, nunna them on yours."
Tanaka jots their orders down on her notepad and shoots 'em both a brief smile before leavin' to take the orders to the kitchen.
"That's not what I was going to say," Kudou says, even endin' his sentence with the stupid Tokyo 'sa' for emphasis, because he can never just let Heiji bask in the sweet, sweet satisfaction of finally bein' one step ahead'a him.
"You told Ran-san you were allergic to 'em to get outta eatin' 'em," Heiji reminds him.
Kudou scowls so hard it's almost a pout. "Maybe I like them now," he argues.
Heiji rolls his eyes. Yeah, right.
"Keep actin' like that and I'll call her back and tell her you're gettin' a kid's meal," Heiji grumbles, then thinks, oh shit.
He probably shouldn't joke about that yet.
Heiji looks up to apologize for puttin' his foot in his mouth, but before he can even open his lips, Kudou cackles.
Heiji can't help but stare, drinkin' in the bright sound of Kudou's voice as he laughs his ass off. He's actually wheezin', the elbow he's got braced on the table the only thing keepin' him from fallin' out of his chair, and his blue eyes sparkle with mirth when he glances up through his eyelashes at Heiji and starts laughin' even harder.
He hasn't seen Kudou laugh this hard in...ever, probably. Definitely not since he returned to his body and told Ran-san everything and she'd told him she needed time. (Kazuha woulda kicked his ass if he'd hidden from her in plain sight and lied to her face for years, so he's pretty sure Kudou's getting off easy.)
Heiji has to join in, even though the joke wasn't even that funny.
...He should probably stop starin' at the curve of Kudou's mouth, Heiji acknowledges to himself as Kudou's laughter starts to wind down.
(He doesn't, though.)
"What are you looking at me like that for?" Kudou asks, once he's finally stopped wheezin' long enough to take a couple deep breaths and suck in some desperately needed oxygen.
Heiji shrugs faux-casually. "Jus' haven't seen you laugh that hard in a minute, 's all. Kinda forgot what it looks like."
Somethin' a little bittersweet flashes behind Kudou's eyes, there an' gone again so quick that Heiji almost thinks he's imaginin' it.
Kudou clearly doesn't want to dwell on it, though, 'cuz all he says is, "Maybe so," before abruptly changin' the subject. "What did you order for me, anyway?"
Heiji smirks at him. "Why don't ya try deducing it, Heisei Holmes-san?"
Kudou's eyes flash again, but this time they're bright with the excited spark of challenge accepted.
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written for this prompt game
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ganem-ouchie · 3 months
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He read " kiss the cook" somewhere and went all out.
Happy Valentine's Day to these two sappy old men (and to you!!)
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