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theaceace · 5 months

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Though Roderick and his followers didn't realise it at the time, the magic in the circle and the glass orb meant that the only people who could see Dream were the ones that were there when he was summoned, so as far as the guards are concerned they're guarding an empty glass sphere that a delusional old man thinks holds something. And then of course, Hob gets hired as a guard and it's dealer's choice if Dream has realised by then that no one but Burgess and his Order can see him.

But then because Hob is sort of aware that magic and esoteric things do exist, he sees Burgess (sr or jr) talking to the globe and is like, huh. Maybe there is something in there. But maybe it's a demon like the rumours say and I shouldn't let it out. But Hob starts talking to Dream anyway while the other guard takes longer and longer smoke breaks.

Whichever Burgess is around at the time realises that there must be something about this guard, because the next time he comes down to yell/bargain/threaten, Dream has moved. He's hidden his face, there are handprints against the glass, and the dreamlord's shoulders are shaking.

It doesn't take him long to figure out the pattern - that this only happens around Robert, for whatever reason, and the man himself has no notion of what's in the circle - and eventually he sends the guards out so that he can tell Dream exactly what he'll do to this Robert if Dream doesn't comply. That he may not understand what it is about this one man that compels one of the Endless so, when he has been so unaffected by everything else but the death of his familiar, but that doesn't matter. He will find out, and he will leverage it, however he needs to.

He turns and leaves, and basically I want Hob to wander back in none the wiser and settle into his chair and his usual routine of talking all moony eyed about his stranger, while Dream is roaring his fear and fury and beating his fists bloody against the glass

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #Sandman #On today's episode of 'fics I have in my head so vividly and Simply Cannot Put To Paper #serving up a fresh plate of angst sorry #I think it would be neat if either Hob (with Johanna's help) or Paul completely by accident smeared the one sigil that kept Dream invisible #Imagine Hob's reaction to suddenly seeing his old stranger in the once-empty glass prison #To seeing the way his head hangs between his shoulders even as something in the spell snaps #The being he had only ever seen poised and dignified even in his hurt and fury #Who had warned Hob to take care so that he didn't get hurt. Or captured #I just think it would be neat

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ccarrot · 1 year

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This whole Sigma will join the ADA by the end of the Decay of Angels arc is a lovely wholesome idea but hold on. lets be real for a sec. Is the ADA going to even be a THING by the end of this arc? How the hell do they recover from this arc?

They've been framed as terrorists, they're on the run, reality has literally been altered so that no one will believe them, their members are scattered, 3 actively dying, FUKUZAWA likely wont make it out of this arc. And, its definitley not just the ADA that won't recover, the Port Mafia's actively falling apart right now too! Nearly all the members we know save for Mori, Kouyou, and Verlaine have become mindless vampire puppets! The Hunting Dogs unit will be disbanded once it's known that 2 of it's 5 members are actively involved in a world domination scheme. Not to mention the Special Division is in such a tight bind considering Taneda's out of commission and they have to take responsibility for this ENTIRE situation!

Ending the vampire outbreak might be an immediate solution but golly these groups have been so thouroughly destroyed. Natsume's Tripartite Framework is in shambles! And it's been a mess since the very beginning! The ADA and Port Mafia were at odds all the time and the Special Division stood complacently aside! The framework is a disaster! Is it just going to go back to the way it was?

Will they just get their hands on the Book and undo all the damage that's been done? Because that would be imo an AWFUL way of handling things. It would be so unsatisfactory. It would be actively erasing so much of this deveopment by just undoing what went wrong. Do we really want things to go back to the way things were? Where the ada was good and the mafia was evil and they were at odds all the time or we'll just say they're in an "alliance" and let that be the end? No! I want these people to suffer as humans and that mean things cant just go back to how they were.

Like i was taking abt this nawy(hiiiii) but now i really do feel like the ADA and PM will be done soon.

#as for sigma joining the ada which i accidently opened with but suddenly felt a little rant-y.#but sigma's also a known terrorist who has willingly committed acts of terrorism. how the hell is that going to blow over!#dazai can't bully Ango into clearing ALL of his ex criminal redemption projects records.#like.... damn how is all of this going to blow over...

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nanabanonana · 4 months

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Zuko: but, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east, and Sokka is the sun.

Sokka: wow, Zuko, i didn't know you knew poetry.

Zuko: what the fuck is poetry

#zuko in that one fic #zuko invented shakespeare #all for the love of HE #i love me a zuko that couldn't string a stanza together if he tried #but one look at sokka and he's waxing poetic without meaning to #sokka: can't you do it on purpose?#zuko: i can only be romantic on accident #if his brain is set to stun he can do miracles #but ask him to do something on the spot and he suddenly forgets how to be human #it's okay sokka is there to help him #just crack thoughts #nana talks tag #pen battles #fandom A #mar y sol

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paintgoose · 2 years

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Headcanon based on Robin!Jason Todd tripping up a villain with marbles in Under the Red Hood: Jason (as Robin. maybe also when he's older) just has a bunch of weird shit in his pockets all the time that seem random and useless but he somehow Always finds a way to use them in genius ways and incorporate them into his plans

#jason todd #batman #dc #red hood #second robin #jason todd robin #i just think he would collect shiny things :D #sometimes it's completely by accident too #he just picks up some little bits while he's on patrol or at school and suddenly he has So Many #headcanon #edit: there's a fun list in the notes now

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maggiecheungs · 11 days

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NI NI as Liang Xia in SUDDENLY SEVENTEEN / 28岁未成年 (2016) dir. Zhang Mo

#ni ni #suddenly seventeen #zhang mo #worldcinemaedit #women directors #cdramaedit #dailyflicks #fymovies #filmgifs #ladiesofcinema #chinese movie #倪妮 #28岁未成年 #cmovie #ellisgifs #i watched this film completely by accident the other day #YouTube autoplay started playing and I was so busy staring at her face I didn’t notice the passage of time 😳

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cupcak3bak3r · 1 year

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Movie: Begin Again (2013)

Jon who gives no shit about Damian’s opinion and Damian who somehow gets himself a best friend 🤨

#dc comics #super sons #superboy #dc robin #damian wayne #jon kent #damian was distracted for a sec and suddenly got platonically attached #jon welcomed himself into damian’s heart by accident then decided to stay there #soulmates #the sunshine one and the grumpy one

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catstar91 · 9 months

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“Average portal to hell requires human sacrifice” actually statistical error. Fenton Works, who’s killed 2 people in portal related accidents and the only ones to make an artificial portal to hell,

#Suddenly had a thought and went fuck it I’ll contribute #no idea if this has been done before and if it has it was probably worded better before #Danny Phantom #dp #just thinking about spiders georg jokes and happened to also think about how the portal only opened when Danny was inside #heck maybe his presence caused an electrical surge to connect a circuit or something #like he acted as a missing wire that helped the portal actually open? Imagine if his death wasn’t just a freak accident but necessary?

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idkimtiredanddumb · 1 year

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Surely like, I mean the Mafia doesn’t care how they get their money right? Like so long as they’re getting the 80% of how much an exy player would make why would they care. So I present to u : Jean Moreau fucking off and becoming a really famous artist instead

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absolutely-not-my-main-blog · 10 months

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Season 16 Mac, let me look in your brain.

#iasip #sunny sweet 16 #it's always sunny in philadelphia #mac mcdonald #fanart #art #my art.#iasip art #iasip fanart #always sunny #sunnyblr #season 16 #iasip s16 #anmmbposts #I drew this by accident like just possessed suddenly #why is sunny the thing i'm possessed to make the most angsty dramatic art for #(i know why it's because i'm ill)#(and because comedy and tragedy are brothers in arms)

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alsojnpie · 2 months

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It had never seemed necessary for Papyrus and I to nail down an exact meeting place. “At the park” was always enough for the two of us to find each other. And today, we found each other at the top of the white columned stairs. Well. I guess technically I found him.

It really seemed like he’d been waiting in that exact spot, knowing I was going to be walking that way. But he was watching in the wrong direction; his back turned to me as he waited, watching the stairs. Or maybe he was watching the fountain? Cool air wafted away from flowing water, which I could feel even from across this small plaza. He seemed like he was watching something. I slowed my pace, in order to get a good look at him before he could know that I was watching him.

He was sitting on the wall, leaning forward, with one foot propped up in front of him and the other flat on the ground. A half-eaten lime creamsicle was in his hand, his arm lazily draped over his raised knee.

I guess he must not have been waiting long at all, since he still had popsicle left. As if he was aware of my thoughts, he took a big bite right as I considered it. The wind blew more cool air our way, and ruffled the collar of his too-large shirt and the tall grass on the other side of the wall. I considered, just for a moment, that maybe I should stop walking altogether--just long enough to snap a photo of the picturesqueness of it all. He looked so thoughtful and serious, gazing out towards the lake. Juxtaposed with a popsicle full of lopsided bite marks, this scene was a perfect encapsulation of the monster that was Papyrus.

But I couldn’t. I didn’t have the guts. I didn’t even have the guts to disturb what looked like a satisfying reverie by calling out or otherwise making my presence known. Instead I awkwardly shuffled up to his side and moved to place my hand on his shoulder, but then second-guessed myself and thought, maybe I should tap it instead? It didn’t matter, since he startled and swiveled his head around before I could even decide.

“H...HEY!!” It was always fun to watch his face, and the clear progression of emotions that often played out. Right then it was shock at being approached by a stranger, which instantly gave way to shock at being approached by someone you love, which quickly melted into glee at having been tricked (with a hint of sheepishness for having been facing the wrong way).

“HEH, I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON YOUR WAY UP! WANT SOME?” The softened popsicle was extended towards me. Of course I wanted some, so I obliged him with a slurp that took care of a good half of what was left on the stick.

“..........” His disappointment was palpable, and my sudden guilt must have shown on my face too.

“WAIT, IT’S FINE. REALLY. I OFFERED IT TO YOU, SO...”

“Where’d you get that from, anyway? Do they sell those here??”

“THESE? THESE?? YOU KNOW THEY DON’T SELL THESE HERE! I HAD TO BRING IT WITH.” He gives a good slap to a bag I hadn’t noticed sitting next to him.

“.....They’ll melt.”

“THEY WON’T!”

“Hm. I didn’t know you had popsicle-cooling magic... Neat!” I reached down to the bag, eager for a popsicle of my own and curious about the cooling mechanism.

But the bag was swept away from my grasp, and Papyrus was shaking a finger at me. “YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED TO GO DIGGING IN MY MAGIC BAG.” He swung his leg over the wall, landing both feet firmly on the ground and standing up straight with an exaggerated gesture. “BUT I AM!” A bright red creamsicle was soon procured, unwrapped and thrust into my hands. I was suspicious of what sort of “magic” was keeping it cold, since it seemed to be already starting to soften, but couldn’t find the heart to complain about getting a treat.

Once Papyrus had started in on his second popsicle (orange this time), the two of us linked arms and began strolling towards the stairs overlooking the lake. From this vantage point, even more of the lake was visible, as well as the vague outline of paths surrounding it on the opposite side. This lake wasn’t particularly big, but it took almost half an hour to walk around a single lap. The paths were forested, at times so thickly that the lake couldn’t be seen, and that made them seem isolated, and longer than they really were. But all of it seemed so much smaller from up here even though it wasn’t that far away at all.

As we began making our way down the staircase, I bit the popsicle with my lips over my teeth then slurped up the melting ice cream inside. It cooled my face but warmed my heart. “You know, I didn’t even realize they still made these popsicles. I used to eat them a lot as a kid.”

“I, DON’T THINK THEY ACTUALLY DO?? YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT A PAIN I WENT THROUGH, TRYING TO FIND THEM!”

On the lake there wasn’t much visible from here other than a few small paddle boats, but as we got closer I could make out groups of kayakers who seemed to drift effortlessly by.

“IT COULDN’T HAVE BEEN THAT LONG AGO THEY WERE DISCONTINUED. I REMEMBER EATING THEM TOO, BACK WHEN THE BARRIER WAS FIRST BROKEN.”

In reality, I knew that the riders were having to work hard to propel their boats forward through the water. I’d never been kayaking, but it had always looked like fun to me. Stealing a glance over at Papyrus, who was still going on about the popsicles, I wondered if it could be a good way to work out together with him, fully expecting that he’d be excellent at it.

Suddenly I realized that my popsicle was gone. “Oh hey...can I have a green one now?” I waved my popsicle stick, licked mostly clean, in front of Papyrus and he grimaced. “It’s been so long since I had these, I forgot how much I liked ‘em.”

“YES, I KNEW YOU HAD EXCELLENT TASTE. OF COURSE I WOULD LOVE TO FETCH YOU A GREEN ONE. BUT I’M NOT YOUR TRASH COLLECTOR! AND IF YOU STICK THAT...THAT STICKY THING IN THE BAG YOU MIGHT-- RUIN THE MAGIC OR SOMETHING!” He made a shooing gesture at my stick, which only made me want to wave it in his face even more. “GO FIND A GARBAGE CAN!”

Seeing as there were no garbage cans nearby, I stuck the stick into my jeans pocket, much to Papyrus’s dismay. But he forgave me enough to serve me a green popsicle after all. This popsicle was suspiciously much softer than the last. “Hey.....you’re not using magic at all, are you?” I squinted at him as almost the entirety of the lime popsicle shell sloughed off in my mouth. “.....*gulp*. You just packed a ton of popsicles and counted on being able to finish them off before they melted.”

Papyrus seemed to be watching the boats on the lake quite intently now but surely he was aware of my accusatory stare out of the corner of his eye. His stern expression twitched with a grin. “I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."

"..........."

"BUT. I'LL ADMIT THAT IT’S A GOOD THING YOU’RE HERE, SO YOU CAN HELP ME EAT THEM ALL.”

“True. It’ll be a lot of work to finish them all before they melt.”

“WELL, DON’T GET ME WRONG! I COULD MANAGE IT.”

The path down the stairs was lined with shady trees, but the lake itself was surrounded by a sunny, open walkway. I had a feeling that no, he could not manage it. These popsicles were not going to last more than 10 minutes, tops. Even through our combined efforts, there would probably be a couple of melted treats. I slurped up most of the ice cream center as we walked across a platformed break in the stairs, eager to do my part either way.

But as we stepped down onto the stairs again, I saw something that made me jump in alarm: a wedding party! And their cameras were pointed straight up the picturesque stairs, right at us! Without even thinking, I pulled Papyrus by our linked arms, running back up to the platform before turning off onto a small dirt path running diagonal to the stairs.

The air was heavy and quiet as I pondered whether or not I had photobombed that bride and groom’s photoshoot. Probably so. Even though I hadn’t noticed it until we were very near, that was only because I hadn’t been paying attention. The pictures probably had us there in the background, though it wouldn’t have been very close to the subject. It was a public park, so I couldn’t really feel guilty for it, but even still, I didn’t want to be in some stranger’s wedding photos.

“.......” I wasn’t exactly sure why but suddenly things felt clumsy and awkward. I didn’t know what to say, or whether to say anything, and the little bit of popsicle I had left was completely forgotten. Slowly I turned my eyes up towards Papyrus only to find him calmly nibbling on a new popsicle (a red one now) while looking back in the direction of the couple.

“........HM. YOU THINK....YOU MIGHT WANT TO DO THAT SOMETIME? ME AND YOU?”

My heart, pounding, leapt straight to my throat, blocking out any words or sounds from coming through, while my grip on the popsicle stick tightened. Was this a joke?

No...he was genuinely asking me for an answer, I realized, as he looked down, smiling at me expectantly. But he looked so laid back about it. Somehow, we must have been thinking of two different things.

“U..uh....I, I mean....um...ho-honestly, I’m, I-I’ve.......you know...it feels embarrassing somehow to b-be...honest...but....” My words got quieter as my face got hotter. I went to take a giant bite of the popsicle to cool down, but what had been left of it had already melted and ran down into my fist.

“HANG ON....OH MY GOD......ARE YOU SCARED OF BEING OUT ON THE WATER???” His suddenly concerned face only confused me even more.

“WAAAAIT, WAIT WAIT WAIT...” Papyrus took a brief look around himself, which at first I took to mean that he was checking to see if anyone was around. But maybe he was looking for a place to hold his popsicle because the next thing he did was quickly suck the whole thing directly off the stick (swallowing it dutifully rather than savoring it, and tossing the stick to the ground), before placing his thick-gloved hands squarely on my shoulders, and leaning in close.

His worried frown was right in front of my face, much closer than it usually happened to be. I tried to listen to him instead of focusing on his features, but it was hard. I hadn’t had this chance to be so close before. His voice wasn’t...quiet... but, it was softer than I expected.

“IT’S OK TO BE SCARED OF THAT. PERFECTLY OK. DON’T....DON’T BE EMBARRASSED. WE DON’T HAVE TO--”

Suddenly everything clicked in my mind. Our eyes met. “To...go kayaking together....?”

“YES. EXACTLY. WE DON’T HAVE TO GO KAYAKING TOGETHER. I’VE NEVER DONE IT MYSELF, BUT....WELL...WHEN I SAW THOSE LITTLE BOATS ON THE BIG LAKE....” He smiled softly, sheepishly even. “I THOUGHT IT LOOKED LIKE FUN.”

Actually, it did sound fun. Really fun. I returned his smile, shyly, even though he didn’t seem to completely understand that look, and grasped his hand, pulling it to my chest confidingly.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be too scary....if we were together.”

Sorrowfully, Papyrus shook his head. “THE KAYAK IS A BOAT THAT ONLY FITS ONE PERSON, I’M AFRAID.”

“I meant. Together, in our own boats. Side by side on the water.”

“OH. SURE. YES! I’LL STICK RIGHT BY YOU!!” His grin was nothing short of triumphant.

Then he noticed my hand, clasping his.

“ ............YECCCK!! WHY ARE YOU SO STICKY?!?!?!”

#hi hello i felt like writing (it's 2000 words)#unfortunately the only thing i ever feel like writing anymore is hyper specific s.inserrt stuff ehehehehehe #but i......really really miss this perfect park #and walking down the stairs always made me think of him #and one day i almost photo bombed some wedding photos on accident and it made me think of this #i wrote most of this in early summer 2022 but just couldn't fit the pieces together until suddenly they clicked in my mind last night #but even since then i totally forgot what ending i'd thought up hehehehe this one is a bit abrupt but i like the silliness of it #i wanted to take a bunch of pictures of this staircase and this park so i could put it to this story but it totally slipped my mind #if i ever go back one day I'd love to take my own picture (i just found this one through image search)

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im-still-watching-anime · 8 months

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tsunade, hearing about gaara becoming kazekage: he became a kage already?? even though he’s a kid?? but YOU GUYS won’t let me give my job to naruto, the number one kid in the world??

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto incorrect quotes #tsunade senju #naruto uzumaki #the elders: he has a monster in him and lacks training #tsunade: i trust him with my life #lmao what like konoha could have gotten WORSE at that point?#rip 12 year old hokage naruto i think you would have been HILARIOUS #imagine what could have been….#12 year old naruto meeting the tsuchikage #12 year old just-lost-sasuke-naruto suddenly having access to ALL the villages resources #12 year old lowkey a natural prodigy naruto fixing the entire village by accident #12 year old naruto just COMPLETELY ignoring the village elders as they deserve #we could have had it all tbh

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terezis · 1 year

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ok i was looking through my notes and this one made me laugh a lot like i almost don't want to spoil it in case i ever write it. LOL

so the premise of this fic is that angus mcdonald (who is at this point say like 13-14 years old) comes home from school over spring break to discover that one of his family members has suddenly died.

gasp!

i want to say it's taako but i think actually it's lucretia. lucretia died, which is strange for a number of reasons, like she's old but not that old, and all evidence is pointing to the fact that foul play might have been involved.

so now angus has to solve her murder.

lup, barry, and kravitz are away on a cult stake-out, no service in the spooky necromantic keep, so they can't help out—no checking in on her soul in the astral plane, etc. angus has to do this the old-fashioned way. strangely, magnus and merle keep alternating between being very sad and suspiciously blasé about their very good friend dying. and taako… well, that's complicated.

i mean, talk about complicated; lucretia's kind of a controversial figure—was it someone looking for revenge after losing a loved one to the relic wars? someone angry that she erased their memories of a beloved family member? one of boylands' kids, maybe? it couldn't have been—taako?

and i can't stress this enough: the tone of the fic and the way it's framed would be such that the reader believes that lucretia has actually died. the reader is going along with angus for the ride, trying to piece together what actually happened, almost like, a little noir but mostly clue-style, in the days leading up to her funeral, where angus gets to do a dramatic confrontation with her killer.

you think it's building to the reveal that taako really did kill lucretia—but that can't be it, right? that's wild! they've got beef, but he wouldn't really, would he?

well. you're right! he didn't!

because lucretia *wasn't* murdered, angus says. and this isn't a funeral at all. is it, ma'am?

lucretia sits up from where she was lying, arms crossed, eyes closed, in her casket. and she says, booyah.

cue magic. sparkles from prestidigitation a la taako. balloons. gifts. a banner reveals itself. it reads: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGUS!

that's right. it wasn't a murder. for a boy detective, it was the greatest gift of all. the gift of a murder mystery. a murder mystery birthday party. booyah

#kingdomofbrokenhearts #merle bursting into dramatic theatre tears and stopping on a dime bc he forgets he's playing a role #what? oh yeah he's sad! poor lucretia gone before her time!!!#even funnier if it gets publicized by accident as an actual murder in like the faerun news #bc someone catches wind of angus going around doing his thing #so now ppl think she's actually dead when she's not #amazing #davenport docks after a few week at sea to learn that his friend with whom he has a very complicated relationship has suddenly died #has to grapple with that #comes home and she's sitting at lup's kitchen counter sipping coffee from a mug #says. sup #taz tag

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