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blueish-bird · 2 months
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In the narrow hours of the night I will wake to a downpour; through the window see your trashcans shining. I will swaddle myself in your warmest jacket, put on my big rain boots. I will brave this storm for you.
And when I am cold and wet and beyond porch light's reach, trashcans in tow, I will watch the world past your driveway. I will love the way dark turns form to silhouette, how the sound of my steps drown beneath the rain's big hush. I will want to leave you and your trashcans. To wander the earth as all lost things do.
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sforzesco · 7 months
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CAESAR AUGUSTUS AND MARCUS LICINIUS CRASSUS
this is about the spolia opima that crassus was robbed of lmao. like, yeah okay octavian could've asked him not to claim it, but nevertheless. a kind of theft happened there.
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Fact and Fiction: Crassus, Augustus, and the Spolia Opima, Catherine McPherson
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mllekurtz · 11 months
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i'm just. taking a break from work and thinking about the fact that it's been almost two years since the c2 finale and that campaign still has me in a chokehold. i still think about the wizards all the time, which shouldn't surprise anyone but it's still remarkable. just taking a little moment to be in my feelings about them on main, nothing to see here
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mads-is-tired · 6 months
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the code “growing” on his arm, it’s gotta be an exposure thing, particularly when you also look at etolies and his arm/eye
etolies has been in contact with them the most from what i know, and while i’d previously assumed it was from using the code breaker shield, it’s either not that or the shield itself is made from code
and in the past three days, slimecicle has spent a lot of time with codeflippa, the first time he saw her was rather brief but now he’s spent hours by her side. iirc even etolies hasn’t spent that much time with one in one go, hence the speed at which this is happening
from what we know, the codes seem to want to work with the members against the federation. the code monsters attacked and then came to a discussion with etolies, where a different strategy has been applied for charlie, a grief stricken, isolated man with a history of murderous tendencies seems far easier to manipulate. but the code monsters with etolies seem to be upfront, leading me to believe they are manipulating the islanders as well, but where do their true intentions lie?
it’s fascinating to think about what will happen when the code starts to take over both of these guys more. we’ve seen glitches happening in charlie, will this become more frequent, or will he start loosing control, maybe he’ll still be charlie and etolies will still be etolies, but fundamentally changed in terms of their being. Maybe they won’t be able to leave the island once it’s spread too far, and this was the goal all along. I’ve seen theory posts about the code being previous island members before, they might have been closer than we thought.
full disclosure i get pretty much all of my lore updates from the twitter screenshots people upload here so i could be so far off lmao. im also not too familiar with maxo lore but i know there’s stuff going on with AI there? that might be linked
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marshmurmurs · 7 months
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hes eepy
the abyss but what it looks like is based off of the hunters memories. it expands with each death in a vault, taking bits and pieces and building, creating something that should feel familiar to the hunters, something they should want to trust, something that is every so slightly Wrong
sparkly doesnt die in the abyss in the funky abyss au but he is in there fairly willingly and the abyss is able to poke around his head and go shopping for landscaping ideas. helps that he remembers the forest of the abyss fondly
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owl-with-a-pen · 2 months
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This was by far not the first time that Brainy had spent the night with Nia Nal.
There had been many-a routine patrol that had led to this precise scenario in the past – of returning home in the early hours of the morning only to conclude that the logical course of action would be to cut travel time by simply spending their night together. Or, more accurately, what was left of it. Brainy was often expected back at the DEO well before sunrise and, with that in mind, Nia had offered her assistance by telling him to think of her place as a ‘safe crash space’. Somewhere he’d be welcome whenever he needed it, even if sleep was rarely a need he was compelled to satisfy.
He felt as though he might need it now. By the time they’d left J’onn’s place that evening, Brainy had to admit that he was starting to feel… off. His realignment had taken its toll in ways that were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. He’d already diverted several background processes to mitigate any physical side effects, but there was only so much he was able to do before even that began to fail him.
In short, his head was pounding.
He hadn’t wanted to disclose such information to his friends, certainly not Nia. She had been through enough strife already, having contended with the most unsavoury aspects of his psyche, parts of himself he had never wished for anyone to see. The cold and calculating mentality that clouded his own judgement whenever his ancestors were given free reign over his mind. It was a … self-preservation tactic, one he hated with every fibre of his being, that he wished wholeheartedly that he could take back. But… it had happened. And now, it was over. And somehow… Nia had still accepted his affections. Had invited him home, to her bed.
And there he lay, fingers linked across his chest, watching Nia from the corner of his eye as she slept soundly at his side. He had feared she would never find peace lying here with him, that by abandoning her, forcing her into danger just to satisfy his own selfish curiosity, would have amounted to something truly unforgivable in her eye. He hadn’t disclosed exactly why he had done the things he had, and yet she’d still accepted what little he’d been able to offer on their journey home from Shelley Island.
That it hadn’t been him. That he was back.
Brainy only wished he could believe those words as surely as she.
The truth was, he had yet to feel fully himself again - to recapture everything his ancestors had shaken loose. He heard them still, a constant threat at the back of his mind, but their words had no power any longer. His fear and pain had given them full access to his thought tracks, the electric shocks administered to his implants offering just enough of a mental distraction to allow for their escape, to convince him that he needed them. Those mental cages had been locked and refortified a thousand times over since that slip-up, but even that didn’t feel like enough. He would never ­– could never – allow a mistake like that again.
But how could he explain that to Nia? What might she think of him if she knew the truth? Yes, he had admitted once that his ancestors were evil—collectors and world-enders, destroyers. It would be something else to tell her that no matter how far he tried to run, no matter how long he lived, their actions would always be a part of him, in a way that far extended the comprehension of a biological mind.
Would she share a bed with him so easily then? Knowing that his mind housed the potential for great evil, that he alone had evaded the diabolical lineage that stretched back centuries, millennia?
All that and more rested at the tip of Brainy’s tongue, and he so wished that he could divulge everything to her now, to free himself from this guilt. But the day’s events had left Nia exhausted and he could not wake her, could not be the cause for yet more of her pain.
This was his fault, it was always—
His thoughts turned to static when Nia shifted suddenly in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she rolled comfortably over to Brainy’s side of the bed.
His heart twisted inside his chest as he watched her. She was beautiful, astounding, her face a fine curve in the moonlight, her lashes fluttering in the midst of a dream well underway. Seeing her like that… Brainy could almost let himself relax.
That was until Nia’s arm slipped out from beneath covers, reaching instead for him.
He couldn’t. He couldn’t risk anything with her. Could not hurt her. Not again. Not…
Brainy held his breath, rolling expertly out from under her wandering hand…
…and directly onto the floor.
The impact was jarring, rattling through his right side where his arm took the brunt of the fall. Had his head not felt like it was splitting in two, he may have recovered quick enough to evade Nia’s notice.
“Brainy?” Nia asked, her voice heavy and sleep laden. “You okay?”
Brainy swore to himself. He sat up abruptly, peering nervously over the edge of the mattress and right into the worried gaze of one Nia Nal.
She stared back at him in confusion, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the heel of her hand.
“I’m fine,” Brainy said, quicker than he’d anticipated. He cleared his throat so hard he coughed, tilting his chin away from her. “Just – uh – a headache.”
“From the warehouse?” Nia asked, shifting in concern. “You didn’t look so hot when we left the island. Anything I can do?” She smothered a yawn with her fist, pushing herself up from the mattress. “Would aspirin work for you?”
Brainy swallowed down the urge to smile. Aspirin would do precisely nothing to dull this particular pain, but he didn’t wish to discredit her attempt at helping.
“Worry not,” he assured her, bulking his claim with his usual bravado, “I am fully functional. It is nothing to concern yourself with. I-I simply need some air.” He made a swift shooing gesture, causing Nia to blink in surprise, before he made to stand. “Return to your dreams, Nia Nal. I will be back—oh, would you look at that.” Without meeting her eye, he scooped his phone from the nightstand, gleaning through his recent text notifications with feigned interest. He paused, straightening out his stance. “A matter at the DEO requires my immediate attention. I will—see you tomorrow.” He clumsily took her shoulder, narrowing his eyes. “And then we will talk more about what transpired today.”
“Okay,” Nia said slowly, in a tone that suggested she didn’t quite believe his excuse. Brainy elected to play the fool for the time being; at least that way he could leave without any further questions being asked.
As he turned to leave, however, Nia took his hand. “Brainy, wait—” He stopped himself with some effort, practically bobbing on his feet with restless energy as he glanced her way. Nia’s face was open, worried, her eyes a brown shimmer in the dark. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Brainy forced a smile. “Perfectly,” he lied, patting her hand with little grace. Even he couldn’t deny that the gesture felt wooden to some degree, but under the circumstances he could do no better. His head was still roaring with guilt he could hardly contain, whispers from a dozen buried Brainiacs urging him to let loose a little – set them free.
All he said out loud was, “Sleep tight, Nia Nal.”
Nia didn’t get a chance to interrogate him further than that; he was out of the door in an instant, breathing out a sigh of relief the moment he found himself alone in the hallway. His head continued to throb, pain that pressed so insistently into his jaw that his teeth began to ache.
It didn’t matter that there had been no such alert at the DEO, he would gladly take up a night shift simply to extenuate the noise inside his head. Perhaps he could even steal a few hours for himself somewhere quiet to try and rid of this pesky headache once and for all. After all, he was nothing if not efficient in the art of multitasking.
He knew it would not be that easy of course - his ancestors never were. Today, they had proven that even his strongest defences could be broken. No amount of reinforcement or careful mental manipulation would convince them to surrender the chance at attempting it again. And again. And again.
He would tell Nia, he promised strictly to himself. Tomorrow… when the voices were less persistent, perhaps.
And then… then she could decide for herself whether he was truly worthy of being – as she had called it – the big spoon.
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whump-kitty · 5 months
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"What's your name?" Darius asks offhandedly while reading the newspaper, as Allison is setting the table.
"My... my name? Well, you usually call me Allison." Allison stops moving as they ponder the question, clearly surprised.
"I know I do, pet, but is that your real name? Do you even remember what it was?" Darius seems pretty amused, peering at them expectantly above their newspaper.
"I..." Allison trails off, looking somewhat panicked now. "Am... am I supposed to? I-I mean even if I try, I just... can't..." they laugh nervously as they finish setting the table.
"No... I suppose you're not, your old name is unimportant by now anyways, as it's not like you need to listen to it anymore" Darius seems even more amused, smirking, and he pats the top of their head, leaving Allison to their thoughts and the panicked realization that they don't seem to remember anything from their life before meeting him.
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thealatvs · 7 months
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smiles
tldr dante’s greatest enemy has always been himself
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crepusculum-rattus · 4 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Philza Hardcore - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Phil Watson | Philza, Phil Watson | Philza's Chat Additional Tags: Phil Watson | Philza's Hardcore Series, Greater Spawn Islands (Philza Hardcore Season Four), Human Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson-centric (Video Blogging RPF), small mentions of the s4 gods, Alternate Universe, i mean it's kinda an AU but also kinda not so. take that tag as u will Series: Part 1 of you can't crawl back without making a choice Summary:
Phil takes a deep breath of fresh air and laughs on the exhale. It’s beautiful, this new world. Entirely untouched by anyone but the Universe itself. The wind blows gently across his face, pulling some of his hair into his eyes– it feels like a playful greeting, and he grins. He throws his arms out to either side of him and closes his eyes with a wide smile.
“Fucking finally,” he says to no one but the open sky, “Freedom.”
OR, the very very beginning of Phil's adventures in Hardcore Season 4
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benetnvsch · 1 year
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i love how bones always animates Kunikida with pointy lil teeths- that's so cool and sexy of them - so have this,,, crooked pointy teeth Kunikida,,,, ough yea :sadthumbsup:
(not sure if i actually like this or am just Used To It after staring at it for hours until 5 am - the sketch did not look like him SOLELY bc I couldn't draw his hair right and the smile threw me off LOL - also also,, my requests,,, are open as always- even if u sent before and haven't gotten to it yet I prommy I read and appreciate and will get to them when I have more time )
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tzarina-alexandra · 5 months
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anybody have a biological explanation as to why i feel actively more miserable, at least emotionally, when im at the end of my period rather than before or during it
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there are doctors there are hospitals there are specialists there is medicine there are systems in place so people do not have to suffer and be tortured under their own chronic pain daily and yet. they're all fucking inaccessible to the people who need it most!!! to what I would argue is most disabled people!! I'm so fucking done with the medical system.
#today is an absolutely wretched pain day that makes me want to not be here anymore but guess what!#wasted a whole year trying to convince my doctors I was in significant and disableing pain daily and the best they could do#is tell me to go to PT and to wait 6 months and tell them if it gets better#to prescribe some shit like gabapentin or otc pain meds and write me off#tell me they'll get new X-rays to see if it got worse by the summer#disability exists!! specialists exist! good doctors fucking exist!! somewhere!!! I'm sure!!#but here I sit. in excruciating amounts of pain unable to convince any fucking doctors of anything#and that year I spent pushing myself to the limit is wasted bc at the very end of it all only one guy listened to me#and he said no one in their giant ass facility could diagnose me#so I'm back to square one bc I got a new job which means new insurance and new doctors to try and convince again#I just want to be on disability so i can want to be alive again#I'm so frustrated and in pain constantly#what are people like me who have to work 40hrs to afford to live but don't have any family to rely on supposed to do??#just die? am i supposed to continue to work until im too disabled to move and be profitable unless i get lucky?#bc some fucking doctor finally decides to actually listen???#ive tried ALL THE DAMN TRICKS TOO. telling them a friend has it and thats how i found out. that my previous doctor was looking into it#etc etc#I'm SO done living like this i am exhausted.#and to know that i COULD BE HELPED. RIGHT NOW. is the worst fucking part#these systems are in place so people like me dont have to fucking suffer.#but i cant even do anything about it bc i have a cat.
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hella1975 · 1 month
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no dog teeth monday today im afraid bc well. i forgot about the passing of time to be quite honest with you
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tsaikonautz · 1 year
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What list of colors are you using for the daily prompts?
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its just the color wheel
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just-eyris-things · 8 months
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Vent post. Because i feel like kicking a hornets' nest.
Honestly im just tired of how people will call someone ignorant/uneducated and will go for the throat for every little thing, while they themselves say shit like pierogis all the time. If you're going to point fingers at others, you yourself should be without fault.
The question is... can you?
#im just so tired of all the shit that i constantly see on the internet#ARTIST CANCELLED BECAUSE THEY DIDNT DRAW SOMETHING PERFECTLY#or ARTIST CANCELLED BECAUSE THEY USED A DIFFERENT COLOUR PALETTE#ARTIST CANCELLED BECAUSE THEIR IDEA OF A FICTIONAL CHARACTER ISN'T UP TO FANDOM'S STANDARDS#i bet other people also get shit like that all the time#for example my friend is a writer and he just happens to be a cisguy and whenever i mentioned it to people#they would instantly start saying that they are sure he writes shit like she breasted boobily down the stairs#or i remember how i got told off for making trahearne lives au because apparently#messing with canon is just as bad as falsifying information in history books#just stop for the love of whatever's devine#this has been boiling in me for so long i cant even express it#sorry for going off in the tags in case you decided to read them#peace out imma go and read a book and touch grass#finally its green and soft again after so many rains and storms so it will be a nice chilling time outside#oh btw proper plural is pierogi without the s. singular is pieróg. you want to add s - say pierógs#ngl that pierogi-pierogis is one of my biggest pet peeves#like i wont be stabbing you over it or throw a tantrum and i will just move on with my day i have better things to do in general than#than throwing fits and also im not omniscient myself#like i dont know all the words in english and my german knowledge is very scarce#so i in no way demand others know about pierogis#just give people some room to breathe for gods sake#ok ok ok i think im overwriting this and i cant edit tags on phone so now fr im gonna go and enjoy outside and watch the squirrels
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faithfulcat111 · 2 months
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Toxic Stoncy is definitely a guilty pleasure of mine to read, but my re-watch of OSP's Greek videos has given me an edit idea based on them and oh boy.......
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