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izayoichan · 2 years
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River had waited all night for a message or call from Lucas and he hadn't gotten one. He couldn't push back the worry that he felt, the fear that he felt. Part of him was terrified they would fire Lucas or force Lucas to do something he wouldn't want. He had tried calling Lucas, only for it to go straight to voicemail, the phone off. It was early morning and he sat at his desk on the Den, finally seeing publication on Lucas's page that he was no longer part of the band. 
That filled River with a mixture of guilt and dread. He had caused this, his actions had caused this. Getting up he tried to call Lucas again, only for it to go to voicemail once more. He worried Lucas might have done something silly.
River decided to open a portal to Lucas' house, hopefully to find him there well, but to both his disappointment and concern, the place was empty. Actually devoid of the very few personal possessions Lucas had. His perfume bottle was gone as well as his clothes.
River feared the worse. But he didn't know where to look for the starling. Suddenly, a hope crossed him, and he went straight to the shelter. It was still early and the place was empty, thanks to the warding spell he had placed on it during the night, to keep paparazzi and curious fans from coming over. Only his family or those seeking the shelter for the right reasons could cross his ward. And the moment he arrived, he felt someone did. He walked to the front door and unlocking it came in. The place was empty, and for a moment, he reasoned his hope had been misplaced.
With a sigh, he went to his office and put on a pair of scrubs, walking outside to unlock the back door. The moment he looked outside, a small sad smile crossed his lips. 
River: There you are! -he walked to Lucas, gently taking his hands- You had me worried! What happened?!
For a second or two, all he wanted was for River to wrap his arms around him so he could hide against his chest, but feeling his hands taken was enough, he could see how they glowed blue. 
Lucas: I'm sorry, I meant to call, but my phone was out of power. I came here because.. well you said it was a place for the unwanted and I just got myself fired and kicked out of the house.
It was the very short version, he hadn't been fired directly, they had given him options, that he had decided to turn down repeatedly. It had been a choice more than being fired in that manner. 
Lucas: Or well.. I told them no, they gave me an option, I told them no, another option.. and I told them no.. -he looks at River - I hope the offer stands.. to take in the unwanted?
His hands had a hold on River's as if afraid to be told no somehow. This place was his lifeline now, it was the only place he could think to come. He had no idea what to do now, he had no band, no obligations, and no music contract. He could work at the shelter full time.. if they would have him. River felt his mouth hang open at Lucas words, how they hit him inside. Unwanted... Nothing about him was unwanted. River pulled Lucas into a hug, wrapping his arms around him.
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cozylittleartblog · 5 months
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autism shrimp man (i love him)
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buttercups-song · 3 months
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I know we’re all joking about Jon and Martin being trapped in the puter but fuck that’s a horrific fate for them, like genuinely dying in the panopticon would have been preferable. If they’re conscious and I’m assuming they’re because this is the tragedy horror podcast we’re talking about then I cannot imagine how awful that must be. To be reduced to nothing but a voice spreading the Fears, feeding them and letting them into another universe. Like that is the worst imaginable fate for Jon (and Martin but he wasn’t the Archivist). Jon’s choice was to let the world die or let the fears infest possibly countless other worlds, despite what he actually wanted (as much as that desperate choice can be called a want) he chose the second option and in his mind they were either going to die or be somewhere else. But to become the voice of the Fears once again? This time with even less of a choice? A disembodied voice reciting statements? That is beyond horrific. And you can hear as the statement goes on their voices becoming less computerised more human. „And the voice I have loved for twenty years answered: Some of him”
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viclen · 2 years
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Let's go somewhere...
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kupansi · 2 years
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This isn't real. None of this is real. It is all a bad dream. And when we die, we wake up, somewhere nice. Somewhere safe.
I really want to believe that, but I'm too scared to go check.
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yabishrihere · 3 months
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“Nevertheless, I will be gentle.”
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Shameless repost because I really love this photo set.
He’s just so beautiful 🥹
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roncheg · 3 months
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another practice with references got out of control (idk what is happening anymore))
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unpretty · 1 year
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It’s almost like you backed yourself into the now-standard TTRPG technique of asking for lines and veils before you start a campaign.
Yeah, for sure. And then we have a safe word and phrase that we use on the show —
I mean, I wasn’t going to bring up kink negotiation...
[laughs quite hard] I mean, completely!
People either say “time out,” or they do this [gestures with the “time out” sign] and so long as they’re holding their fingers like this, I cannot use what they’re saying on the show. That’s the deal. And people have! There have also been a few instances where people have come to me afterwards and said, “I don’t know how I feel about this in retrospect about my behavior. And so can I watch it and make sure I’m comfortable with it before we air it?” which I always honor as well.
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stuckinapril · 4 months
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every time i walk into my local library i make sure to look at the receptionists with big wet eyes before heading to my corner to study bc i really want them to hire me as a part-time aide
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front-facing-pokemon · 10 months
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#spinda#AAAHHHH YES!!! our belovèd spinda. from their café!!! probably one of my favorite minor characters from pmd sky#whom i don't even think was in the original explorers games. i think spinda's café was exclusive to sky. if i'm remembering correct#ly. or maybe that was shaymin village. i know shaymin village was for sure but maybe it was just that and not both of them. either way#have a delicious drink and allow the flower of conversation to bloom! i could quote spinda all day. he had “hopes and dreams” before toby#ever did. THAT'S ALSO like i had no idea what spinda's pronouns were. i kept trying to figure it out because i talked about him quite a lot‚#but no one in game ever talked about him. to mention his pronouns? turns out. there's ONE line of dialogue where the post office fucker in#shaymin village mentions him and calls him a he. i think that's the only time spinda is referred to in the third person with a pronoun#i believe it's when they're talking about like. how you can send gifts or whatever and pick up the characters' responses at spinda's café#which is still a really fucking good feature. of any video game. SEE WHAT I MEAN spinda and their café is just an incredibly good      Thing#it's to the point where my home wifi network is named “Spinda's Café Wi-Fi” because i love it so much. so if you're ever runnin around#and you see a wifi network by that name… it might be me! you never know! or… it could be the real deal. the real spinda's café is somewhere#nearby…! ugh. i wish. i would go there immediately#not even to mention all the other shit about this pokémon that's really good. like that they never walk in straight lines or whatever#their little dance. it's just.  huUGHKLJKAHJVDHJHDAJSVGD i love spinda. a nice pick-me-up after the underwhelmingness that was grumpig#shake it this way… shake it that way… and stir it all around… and it's done!
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nosfelixculpa · 4 months
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Would I be able to straighten out the errors and mistakes and save all of us? I didn't grasp the depth and weight of this question. It was true that I desperately wanted to save all of us. No one deserves to die, to despair, to be suppressed, and to be despised. On top of that, they were my friends. We might've had our flaws and scars and have been twisted up and distorted. We might've been nobodies. But we were alive. - Seokjin – 2 May Year 22 HYYH; THE NOTES
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justplaggin · 1 year
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i might've caved in and translated that one page from the new anthology
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kizzer55555 · 20 days
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DP x DC: My Brother’s Ghost
So there are a bunch of fics where Danny and Damian are twins and Danny eventually has to go to Gotham or Damian/another bat interacts with Danny as ghost king. But I do you one better. Danny faked his death because of failing a mission/he actually died and his mother brought him back. (Or maybe he revived on his own after constant Lazarus exposure over time and knew he couldn’t go back). Anyways, Danny knew that he needed to go to Bruce Wayne in Gotham if he ever needed anything but only as a last resort as they would expect him to go there. So he’s been monitoring Bruce from afar and immediately knew when Damian joined the bats. He clocked him as the new Robin and started following his hero career more closely. He was content to watch his family from afar. Even after the accident. Then something happens where Robin was said to go missing and when no news showed up after a few days, Danny got worried so figured it couldn’t hurt to do a quick trip to Gotham.
He dresses in all black and a hood made using an old ninja Halloween costume. Not nearly as much protection as his old league uniform but with his ghost powers he doesn’t really need protection. Just anonymity. He goes to Gotham in phantom form, making sure all his white hair is carefully tucked in the black hood so only his green eyes remain. He uses his old assassin training and finds Robin drugged and captured in an old warehouse by the court of owls. Robin clearly isn’t thinking straight but Danny puts him in a simple choke hold to knock him unconscious anyways. Better safe than sorry. He quickly frees the boy and drops him off in an area he knows the other bats are searching. After watching to make sure Damian is safe and a bat finds him, he leaves.
Damian could barely remember his capture but he thought he saw a figure in black with glowing green eyes. He could have sworn the future was trying to kill him but…he woke up looking at another bat (or maybe even the manor). Did his family save him?
Meanwhile, Danny can’t stop thinking about Damian. Despite his assassin training, he was drugged and hurt. Danny thought he could handle himself. He thought he would be safe. But what if this happened again? What if the colony of bats wasn’t enough? So Danny couldn’t help the occasional visit to Gotham to make sure his twin was ok. Most of the time he didn’t do anything, just watched. Sometimes, though, there would be an instance where Damian got out of a dangerous situation and no one knew how. A building collapsed, Damian appeared unharmed outside. A goon was about to get a lucky shot? Somehow the bullet missed or the goon got taken out when no other bats were nearby. Fear gas? Damian faintly remembers warm hands hugging him as he struggled. And while he thought it was weird he heard his brother’s comforting voice when it should be a nightmare, he chalked it up to the fear gas anyways since there was no other explanation.
Yet every time there is a particularly dangerous encounter, he swears he sees the figure in black. Damian sees the figure more and more yet none of his family do. They swore to keep an eye out anyways in case. You never know. Sometimes the figure becomes more clear and Damian has tried to chase them but always loses them quickly. One time the chase lasted at least five minutes and Damian managed to corner the figure in an alleyway only for them to pass through the wall.
The bats suspect that this could either be meta abilities or magic. The funny thing is, there were no traces. No one sees the figure except Damian. No one hears them, and there’s is nothing to indicate their presence, not even footprints. It’s like they were never there and no matter how hard they try, there is no footage of the figure. Sometimes cameras glitch out and sometimes they only show Robin, sometimes neither or they seem to loop on themselves. So the bats are leaning towards Magic.
They call Constantine to give Damian a thorough check and he declares that Damian shows signs of interacting with a ghost. And that stumps everyone. A ghost? If it was a friendly specter like Deadman then he would help everyone, not just Damian. If it was hostile, it would never help Damian. So why is this ghost only focusing on the youngest bat and why? Is there even someone that would come back from the afterlife to help the demon brat, let alone have the will strong enough to manifest a ghost that can affect the living? Damian was a former assassin after all and he’s hardly the friendliest bat. So who would help him that has already died?
Throughout this, Damian is silent. Because there is one person he knows to have died that might do this. One person skilled enough to avoid the other bats and evade Damian during a chase. One person Damian would acknowledge as having a will stronger than his own. But something was wrong…because he was sure that that person didn’t have green eyes.
So the next time the figure shows himself Damian attacks. Not just a chase but an outright challenge. Hand to hand combat. And as Damian punches and kicks, the figure expertly parries each attack. And as the fight goes on, Damian watches. And he knows those moves. Those dodges. Those blocks. He can read this figure’s fighting stance like the back of his hand because he grew up with it.
And Damian knows without a shadow of a doubt as the figure disappears into he ground, that despite the changed eye color, the tan skin, the increased height, his brother’s ghost has come back to watch over him.
And for the first time in many years, Damian cries. That’s how the bats find him.
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I've been visualbly imagining Eddie just laying there in a lake for 2 days now it's just so fucking funny to think about.
(Referring to that one post that asked where Eddie was sleeping.)
tbh it's been a running gag within the confines of my Imaginings <3 and it Is so fucking funny you're so right <3
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he's in ↓↓ the water ↓↓
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ehghtyseven · 2 months
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All my life I wore #68... [x]
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ruby-static · 5 months
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Finally been doing a proper playthrough of Skyrim lately-
I found this guy pretty early, and he’s quickly become one of my favorite followers since. He’s just a nice grandpa. (Who may or may not have done some questionable things in the name of a daedric deity in the past.) So you just know I’ve got some doodles of the dude.
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