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anonymous-dentist · 2 years

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As a thanks for 169 followers on here and 450 kudos on You’re Dead, here’s a oneshot! :)

The day Sapnap disappears, George wakes up at 7 p.m. on the dot, groggy and unfeeling. Immediately, he can tell that something is wrong.

Dream is asleep across the hall; George can hear him snoring all the way from his room. With the door closed. Freaking pig. Humans, ugh.

But… that’s it. Dream is asleep across the hall. George almost wishes that he didn’t come back from wherever the heck he was the night before, but, well, he almost wishes that. Really, he’s happy to know that at least one of his two idiot friends are alright. Because that’s all that he has. One idiot friend. Because the other, worryingly enough, is not home. The other is not home.

George snaps awake faster than he has in his entire life, lunging across his bed to yank his phone free of its charging cord. He balks at the sheer number of Snapchat notifications he has from Sapnap, someone who almost never uses Snapchat to begin with (he complains that Snapchat’s release just got him teased in school, which is ridiculous because George knows that Dream beat the hell out of anyone bothering Sapnap in school.)

14 Snapchat notifications. A voicemail from 8:30 the night before. And a single text message reading ‘What the fuck was I doing last night???’.

George’s heart sinks as he checks the time the text was sent. Just after ten in the morning. That’s… almost 12 hours ago. And Sapnap still isn’t home yet. Okay. This is… it’s fine. George is fine. He’s just gotta…

Deep breaths. Okay.

George lets out a long breath through his nose and opens iMessage to text Sapnap back. He is calm, and he is collected, and his hands definitely aren’t shaking with vague worry and slight apprehension as he sends a very simple, very plain, ‘wut’. There.

Right, there’s that problem solved. Sapnap will explain himself when he can. Soon, probably. Sapnap hates leaving people on read. He hates ignoring George more. He knows that George will make his life hell if he ignores him, doubly so now that he’s gone and worried George with his stupid- his stupid-

(“Where are you going?” George asks, catching Sapnap in the act of sneaking out the front freaking door. If there is one thing that Sapnap is absolute dogwater at, it’s anything involving stealth. He has a loud presence.

Sapnap freezes with his hand on the door handle.

“Uh,” he tensely says. “nowhere.”

And George hadn’t believed him, of course he hadn’t, but he should’ve expected him to sneak out of his freaking bedroom window. The absolute idiot.)

Next is texting Dream back- some vague, yet pleasantly-flirty insults meant to rile Dream up in response to the absolute shitshow that was dinner the night before. Oh, yes, of course George would be interested in going to dinner tonight, of course. Sapnap is just missing, that’s all.

(And if some small part of George’s heart still skips a beat at the thought of getting to have dinner alone with Dream, well, screw that small part. It’s an idiot, and so is Dream, and so is George for even willingly thinking about him in a time of mild crisis.)

Next would be the voicemail, George supposes.

Rolling onto his back, George swipes over to the call application and opens his voicemails. There are a couple dozen from his mother, bo-ring. One from his father, cringe. A couple from Bad, gross. One from Skeppy, yes!!!!

And then there’s Sapnap’s.

George taps it and lets it play.

Hello? Hi! George! Guess what!

(He’s practically yelling to be heard over the music playing in the background- some gross 80s rock that he probably loves. George hates it, and he hates that it’s keeping him from hearing Sapnap clearly.)

Check Snap, idiot!

(Sapnap laughs, and he sounds almost legitimately happy for the first time since Dream’s late-night Friday visits started. Where is he?)

Anyway, in case you don’t for some fucking reason, I’m maybe gonna be home a bit late? I’m sorry for running off or whatever, but I-

(A sigh, and that’s more on-brand for the Sapnap that George has been living with for the past couple of weeks.)

Whatever! I met someone, and I think we might be doing something in a minute? Dunno. He’s still in the bathroom. He’s, uh… been in there a while. Maybe I should check on him…? Nah, that’s, like, weird right? It’s weird? It’s weird.

(It is weird, Sapnap is right. He’s never been the best at these kinds of things, gods bless.)

But whatever, okay, so if I’m not home by midnight, I probably went to Bad’s? Or I’m at this guy’s. Or I’m dead in a dumpster somewhere. Anyway! Check Snap! Don’t wait up too late for me, m’kay?

Love you!

(There’s an exaggerated kissing noise, and then a laugh from the other end as Sapnap hangs up.)

George stares down at his phone. Voicemail received at 8:30 p.m. Text sent 10:05 a.m.

Text delivered 7:01 p.m., not received.

7:05 p.m., and George is starting to maybe worry a bit harder than he normally would.

What was that about? Going home with a guy? What the hell? Oh, and casually saying that, oh, well, maybe this guy will kill Sapnap and dump him in the rubbish somewhere? What?

George trusts Sapnap. He trusts Sapnap more than he trusts anyone else, even Dream, especially Dream right now, because they were both gone at the same time. George was alone. Sapnap left, chasing down their missing friend, and now he might be dead. Great.

A notification pops up; Dream replied to him with the devil face emoji. Sure, why not!

Okay. It’s fine. George trusts Sapnap. He’s probably just caught up in something. He said he might head to Bad’s, George should just text Bad and ask. And he should check Snapchat. Sure. He should do that.

And so George texts Bad. He grimaces as his message blob immediately turns green. Android users, yuck.

Dream texts him another devil face emoji, this one followed up with an emoticon winky face.

George first checks to make sure that his chair is still pushed up underneath his door handle. Then he rolls his eyes more fondly than he really feels like he should. He’s supposed to be angry at him, especially after everything that’s happened recently. But he’s… he’s Dream.

Whatever. Screw him. There are more important things right now, like Snapchat.

Mmm, Snapchat.

1. A blurry selfie, Sapnap’s face covered entirely by a neon blue text box filled with at least a bajillion exclamation points. The background is fuzzy, but George thinks it could be a bar. Sapnap doesn’t drink. Not in public, anyway.

2. The same blurry selfie, but Sapnap’s face is uncovered this time. He’s smiling, face smudged, and he’s holding a clear thumbs-up.

3. The same selfie, but zoomed in by a hundred percent at least. George has an unpleasant view of Sapnap’s left nostril, gross. There is a caption reading ‘I AM FUCKING LOST YEEEEAH’.

4. A picture of the bar. It looks… like a bar. Not much of note.

5. A picture of a bottle of grape-flavored Dasani water sitting on a cork coaster. There is a caption reading ‘THEY’RE TRYING TO GET ME DRUNK LOL’ with five laughing-crying emojis.

(George rolls his eyes. Cringe.)

6. A picture of the water bottle. It’s empty now. No caption needed. What a thirsty boy.

(George sits up for this one, eyebrows furrowing in thought.)

7. Another selfie, but there’s someone else in this one. Sapnap is smiling, but the other person isn’t. Their face is hidden behind a pint glass filled with what looks like red wine. The caption on this one reads ‘BRO!!!!!’

8. A very blurry picture of the new person from the previous picture. They look to be covering their face with their hands, but George can make out a smile through their fingers.

9. Another Sapnap selfie. He looks thoughtful in this one with a cartoon thinking bubble stamp above his head. The caption typed into the bubble reads ‘BIG BRAIN MOMENT’.

10.

(George takes a moment to read this one, thumb dragging the picture around just slightly so it doesn’t time out and move to the next one as he thinks.)

10. A black screen, but there is a caption. ‘can i call you? i’m kinda freaking out rn’

(The next Snap is from a few minutes later, from after when he called. 8:40.)

11. A short video, Sapnap zooming in and out on the stranger’s abandoned pint glass. The same gross 80s music is in the background, as is Sapnap’s laughter and a stranger’s giggles. Are they both drunk?

12. A front-facing video of Sapnap saying, “Gogy! Guess what! You suck, bro! Fuck you!” And then someone else chiming in from the background, “Yeah, fuck you, Gogy!” And then a quiet, cut off, “Wait, who’s Go-”

13. Sapnap throwing a peace sign with an anime blush filter on. He looks a little drunk.

(And then the last one. George dreads it, whatever it is.)

14. Sapnap flipping off the camera, clearly laughing, looking at something out of sight. Or, rather, someone out of sight.

(And that’s it.)

That’s it. That’s it.

George jumps a little as Bad gets back to him with a concerned-seeming, ‘No, I haven’t seen him! D:’

So, let’s recap.

Sapnap runs away from home at the ripe old age of 21 chasing his absentee best friend after the biggest argument they have ever had. He goes to a bar, gets drunk with some random guy, and then disappears.

George trusts Sapnap. George does not trust Sapnap’s genuinely horrible judge of character.

“Oh, gods, what have you gotten yourself into,” George sighs, powering down his phone and dropping it onto his chest.

He gives himself exactly one second to cope before getting up and rushing to unblock his door with a shout of, “Dream! I think something’s happened!”

#skeleton appreciation day fic #part 2 comes at 500 kudos #:)#i think this is a funny one to start people off with #like imagine they don't know anything about you're daed #and they start with THIS #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.

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leoneliterary · 1 year

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I like Merikh a lot, but for the stress he has caused my poor Mc I hope he notices a big mistake in something he's knitting just as he's about to finish

Ahahaha how cruel!

Makes me think about what things Merikh would be knitting?

Probably just in his room stress knitting a bunch of socks and weatherproof fishing jumpers

#Merikh #knitting #interactive fiction #interactive games #fun fact: historians believe that knitting originated in Egypt between 500 and 1200 A.D #worldbuilding #hat if

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riviereenete · 4 months

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Dedication to the Princeps

fanart by @sekihamsterdiestwice

One afternoon in northern Italy around 500 A.D., the young senator Cassiodorus was sent by the Senate of Rome to the court of the Gothic king Theodoric the Great, who then ruled the whole Italy as Princeps. Performing an oration before a monarch is the best way for those young senators who aspire climb up along the cursus honorum with literary talent. In this, Cassiodorus followed what his predecessor Quintus Aurelius Symmachus had done for Emperor Valentinian I.

However, he belonged to the last generation of ancient senators who gained such reputation and prestige through Roman&secular service.

So, cherish this cozy and tranquil afternoon.

#medieval #Theoderic the Great #Cassiodorus #Ostrogoths #late antiquity #fanart #roman history

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yoga-onion · 6 months

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[Image above: Kumārajīva (344–413) was a Buddhist monk, scholar, missionary and translator from the Kingdom of Kucha (present-day, Aksu County, Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region, China). The following is presumed to be one of the anecdotes referred by him.]

Buddha to his disciples, mini-series (16)

500 pieces of firewood - Never too late

An old man who had become an alcoholic came to see the Buddha in regretting what he did. He feared the consequences of the crimes he had committed. To the old man, the Buddha taught:

“Suppose we take down to the ground 500 carloads of firewood pulled by white elephants, how many carloads of fire would it take to burn all of this?” the Buddha asked.

“How many cars' worth of fire? No, just a little bit, a pea-sized fire is enough,” the oldman replied.

"Yes, that's right. Even if your accumulated sins are equivalent to 500 carloads, they will disappear if you confess," replied the Buddha.

Avadana 40

Note: Avadāna is one of the twelve-part sutra, a classification of Buddhist scriptures, which relates the good deeds of past lives to the events of their later lives. It mainly refers to the stories of the present and past (previous) lives of the Buddha's disciples, which explain the truth of good causes and effects and bad causes and effects. Avadāna is basically literature developed in tribal Buddhism, which flourished in the post-A.D. centuries from northern to north-western India.

However, there is some confusion with Jātaka (Ref), as many of the stories are on previous lives of Buddha, although they are called Avadāna. As the cult developed over time, it became mixed with neighbouring dialects and Sanskrit, and it is thought that a mixed Buddhist Sanskrit was formed that escaped regionalism. Therefore, the details and background of these Buddhist texts have not been clarified.

[画像: 鳩摩羅什 (くまらじゅう、梵:ｸﾏｰﾗｼﾞｰｳﾞｧ、344年 - 413年) は、亀茲国 (きじこく: 中国新疆ウイグル自治区クチャ市) 出身の西域僧、仏教普及に貢献した訳経僧である。下記は彼により紹介された逸話の一つであると推定されている。]

ブッダから弟子たちへ、ミニシリーズ (16)

五百台の薪〜決して遅くはない

酒浸りになっていた老人が、自己を反省して釈迦に会いにやって来た。彼は、これまでに自分が犯した罪業の報いを恐れていた。そんな老人に向かって、釈迦は次のように教えた:

「かりに白象の引く五百台の車いっぱいに積んだ薪を地面に降ろして、これを全部燃やすには、車何台分の火が必要か？」と問う釈迦。

「車何台分の火ですって？いいえ、ほんのちょっぴり、豆粒ほどの火で十分です」と答える老人。

「そうだ。あなたの重ねた罪が、たとえ車五百台分であったとしても、懺悔をすれば消えるのだ」と釈迦は答えた。

衆経撰雑譬喩 (ｱｳﾞｧﾀﾞｰﾅ) 40

注: アヴァダーナとは、仏典経典の分類である十二部経のひとつで、前世の善行を後世の出来事に結びつける仏教文献の一種。主に仏弟子の現世と過去（前世）の物語を指し、善因善果と悪因悪果の真理を説く。アヴァダーナは基本的に、紀元後数世紀にインド北部から北西部にかけて栄えた部派仏教で発達した文学である。

ただし、アヴァダーナと呼ばれるものの、釈迦の前世に関する話が多いため、ジャータカ（参照）と混同されることもある。仏教教団が発達するにつれて、近隣の方言やサンスクリット語と混じり合い、地域性を免れた混成仏教サンスクリット語が形成されたと考えられている。そのため、これらの仏典の詳細や経緯は明らかにされていない。

#zen #mindfulness #buddhism #wisdom #philosophy #nature #art #kumārajīva

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metmuseum · 1 month

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Bracelet. 500 BCE–A.D 300. Credit line: Gift of Cynthia Hazen Polsky, 1987 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/37675

#aesthetic #art #abstract art #art museum #art history #The Metropolitan Museum of Art #museum #museum photography #museum aesthetic #dark academia

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ithinkwehitametaphor · 1 year

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Examples of needle binding / nålbinding dated ca. 500 - 800 A.D. National Museum of Finland.

#nålbinding #nålbindning #needle binding #finnish iron age #viking age #viking age reenactment

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archaeologicalnews · 2 years

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Lasers reveal 'lost' pre-Hispanic civilization deep in the Amazon

Millions of lasers shot from a helicopter flying over the Amazon basin have revealed evidence of unknown settlements built by a "lost" pre-Hispanic civilization, resolving a long-standing scientific debate about whether the region could sustain a large population, a new study finds.

The findings indicate the mysterious Casarabe people — who lived in the Llanos de Mojos region of the Amazon basin between A.D. 500 and 1400 — were much more numerous than previously thought, and that they had developed an extensive civilization that was finely adapted to the unique environment they lived in, according to the study, published online Wednesday (May 25) in the journal Nature. Read more.

#archaeology #pre-hispanic #archeology #casarabe #amazon basin #lidar

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theancientwayoflife · 9 months

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~ Painted Drum.

Date: A.D. 500–1000

Place of origin: Central Andes, Middle Horizon, North Coast

Medium: Animal hide, gesso, wooden slats, pigment.

#history #museum #archeology #archaeology #peruvian #peru #south america #painted drum #drum #andes #a.d. 500 #a.d. 1000

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nmnomad · 4 months

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Cerrillos, Spanish for “the little hills,” was known for mining long before Europeans arrived. Humans settled in this area long ago, possibly as early as 500 A.D., when the Basket Maker period was full swing. Puebloans from nearby settlements discovered the gold, lead & turquoise deposits. They used lead to glaze & decorate pottery and used turquoise & gold to produce trading commodities. Cerrillos has the longest historically intact record of pick and shovel mining in the Southwest.

#newmexico #travel #nature #landscape #roadtrip #new mexico #history #scenic #turquoise #mining #off the beaten path #day trip #vacation #back roads

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arendholmislands · 2 months

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The evening before the brothers left for Arendholm, Eoppa made sure to celebrate the new alliance with a feast.

Hildulf would have liked to celebrate his last night in Beornice with a certain merchant's daughter. But while Esthrid found the dark haired man to be very handsome, she thought it better not to get involved with a man who held his sword at her father's throat not too long ago.

"I hope we will see each other again next summer, Bodowin of Arendholm. May the gods watch over you."

"And over you, Eoppa of Beornice."

#arendholm #508 A.D.#500s #ts2medieval #sims 2 medieval #sims 2 storytelling #sims 2 gameplay

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luwupercal · 1 year

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"within or above the order of magnitude of 10,000 years"

Trauth, K.M.; Hora, S.C.; Guzowski, R.V. (1 November 1993). "Expert judgment on markers to deter inadvertent human intrusion into the Waste Isolation Pilot Plant" / warhammer40k.fandom.com

full transcript and sources under cut.

[ image id: a series of pieced-together screenshots from wikipedia and warhammer 40k's fandom wiki. in totality, they read thus:

We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture.

The Imperium of Man, also called simply the Imperium, is a galaxy-spanning, interstellar Human empire, the ultimate authority for the majority of the Human species in the Milky Way Galaxy in the 41st Millennium A.D. It is ruled by the living god who is known as the Emperor of Mankind.

This place is not a place of honor...

It spreads across the whole of what used to be the Himalayan Mountains (now called the Himalazians) of Old Earth and is primarily defended by the Adeptus Custodes, although Space Marine, Collegia Titanica, and Adepta Sororitas forces are also known to protect the massive, city-like complex.

no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here...

Poor, brave Malcador the Hero. He reserved a fragment of his strength for me. It gives me little time to pass final orders to you. If you do as I ask then I shall not wholly die, my spirit at least will survive.

nothing valued is here.

The Astronomican requires the sacrifice of large numbers of psykers daily for it to continue to function, and also for the Emperor to be kept alive on the Golden Throne.

What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us.

He has sat immobile, His body slowly crumbling, within the Golden Throne of Terra for over 10,000 standard years. Although once a living man, His shattered, decaying body can no longer support life, and it is kept intact only by the cybernetic mechanisms of the Golden Throne and a potent mind itself sustained by the daily sacrifice of thousands of lives.

This message is a warning about danger.

Imperium of Man / Imperial Truth / Unification Wars / Great Crusade / Imperial Compliance / Space Marines / Primarch

The danger is in a particular location...

Terra is effectively a globe-straddling temple dedicated to the worship of the Emperor of Mankind.

it increases towards a center...

The heart of the Inner Palace contains the Sanctum Imperialis,

the center of danger is here...

The Imperial Palace is as heavily populated and just as active as any hive city of the Imperium. In fact, it probably has a higher density of population per square kilometre than most hive cities. Billions of adepts from all branches of the Adeptus Terra work in the Imperial Palace complex overseeing the affairs of Mankind.

of a particular size and shape, and

The levels and byways of the Palace can take a lifetime to learn, and only the Adeptus Custodes know them all. From the rails of high balconies are artificial ravines 500 storeys deep, filled with lights and teeming with people. Some of the great domes in the Precinct, especially the Hegemon, are so vast, they contain their own miniature weather systems. Microclimate clouds drift under painted vaults. Rain in the Hegemon is said to be a portent of good fortune.

The Inner Palace is also the seat of the Senatorum Imperialis, the twelve High Lords of Terra, who are charged with divining the Emperor's will and ruling the Imperium in His name.

below us.

The danger is still present, in your time,

1.6. Great Scouring 1.7. Imperial Stagnation 1.8. Era Indomitus

In response to the emerging forces of Chaos throughout the galaxy, the recently resurrected Roboute Guilliman, primarch of the Ultramarines, and now once more the lord commander of the Imperium

as it was in ours.

Unification Wars / Great Crusade / Horus Heresy.

The danger is to the body,

the people forget their duty they are no longer Human

Cults dedicated to flagellation and penance seek to prepare Mankind for the return of the Emperor.

5.2. Gene-Seed 5.3. Implantation of Astartes Organs 5.4. Primaris Gene-Seed and Organs 5.5. Conditioning

and it can kill.

can suffer wounds that would kill a lesser being several times over, and live to fight again. Clad in ancient power armour and wielding the most potent weapons known to man, the Space Marines are terrifying foes and their devotion to the Emperor and the Imperium of Man is unyielding.

it is honourable -- a reward and can be no failure

a Perpetual like the Emperor, one of a strange group of Human mutants who possess the ability to be resurrected

the bleeding wounds he sustained still visible upon his neck and chest.

The form of danger is an emanation of energy.

the awe-inspiring sight of one of the Emperor's own sons,

"the Anathema" for He is the greatest embodiment of universal order in the galaxy today and the most potent foe of Chaos

psychic beacon that is the Astronomican within the Warp.

The danger is unleashed

mortally wounded,

1.2. Rise of the Emperor

Casualties (defenders): High, many xenos species were driven to extinction

Horus was slain,

only if you substantially disturb this place

Things have only been made worse with the birth of the Great Rift or Cicatrix Maledictum in ca. 999.M41.

Age of Strife / Eye of Terror

Aeldari Empire / War in Heaven

This place

Milky Way / or just "the galaxy,"

is best shunned

See Also: Atmospheric Incinerator Torpedo / Virus Bomb / Cyclonic Torpedo

( you have no right to let them live )

and left uninhabited.

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#words #warhammer 40k #wh40k #warhammer 40000 #hi #inspired by https://sunny-sideblogging.tumblr.com/post/709111002476789761 #long post /#for old times's sake!#SORRY THE IMAGES ARE SO LQ #theyre uh. screenshots of a google doc LMAO #if it's annoying i'll resize them #just lmk #anyway this could probably be done better #& if you think you can i encourage u #(tag me)#but this is my best shot #its really messy but who givea shit. you know

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