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meziniart · 10 months
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👁 I'm dead serious 👁
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morverenmaybewrites · 1 month
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Story Update: The Pizza Delivery Girl's Survival Guide to Gotham City
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Updated chapter: Chapter 22: An Impossible Transformation Story Summary:
People who lived outside of Gotham City would most often think of it in terms of its heroes and villains. About Batman and Robin, Joker and Harley Quinn.
People who actually live in Gotham City would only think of one thing: surviving.
Who cares about the people in costumes when your house has been bombed for the fifth time, or your wife has been taken hostage just because she worked in a bank?
Or, in your case, when you have to make regular deliveries to places where even Batman feared to tread?
Because let's face it. In a world full of superheroes and costumed villains, the real heroes are the ones who make sure that people get their pizzas in forty-five minutes or less.
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Quiet, in Jason’s experience, was never a good thing. It usually meant that a crime was occuring: a lockpick carefully sliding into place, a hostage with a gun to their head, sweat beading on their skin, their screams pressed against the edges of their throat like broken glass.
Quiet was the asylum, and the way no one ever came for him.
Quiet was the dark, swallowing Jason’s screams.
In the lightless doorway of the building, Jason could almost see the flash of bone-white teeth, pulled tight into a familiar smile.
But then you gasped, a sharp, sudden sound that broke the silence, and for a moment, Jason felt as if he could breathe again. The darkness in the doorway was just darkness.
He wasn’t Robin anymore, and he wasn’t in the asylum.
He was the Red Hood, and he had promised to help you.
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wizard-laundry · 5 months
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the holidays are always tough when you've lost someone
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artsyunderstudy · 1 year
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But it isn’t what I thought it would be. It’s like I dreamed of kissing him in black-and-white, and now I’m kissing him in colour.
COC Day 3: Expectations
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rottenpumpkin13 · 5 months
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Sephiroth's pool of thoughts was never diverse. He was always either plagued by a maelstrom of grief and nihilism that overtook each action, or he was comfortably wrapped in a numb silence.
His moments of genuine joy were sparse, but as vibrant as the people who influenced them. And whenever he did catch a break from the incessant turmoil in his mind, that joy overwhelmed him.
It was moments like sitting on Angeal's kitchen counter, swinging his bare feet with his hair messily pulled up into a knot. Genesis' laugh was akin to rain after a year of drought: heavy and unrelenting in how much he laughed.
Angeal liked to tell jokes while he cooked. He would occasionally put the spoon up to Sephiroth's mouth, asking him to test the flavor.
“Lazard has a point,” Genesis muttered one time, handing Sephiroth a wine glass, “we're all connected at the hip.” He grabbed the wine bottle from the top shelf and turned to them. “Because tell me why I had a party I was invited to, but instead I chose to spend my Friday night with you two?”
Angeal continued to stir the pot. He huffed.
"Must be our irresistible charm," he teased, glancing at Sephiroth.
Sephiroth, though typically stoic, couldn't help but crack a smile.
“Irresistible charm,” Genesis parroted Angeal’s tone, then scoffed, adding an annoyed “Give me a break” before popping the cork off the bottle.
For those fleeting moments, the maelstrom in his mind quieted to a gentle breeze. Those sparse, vibrant bursts of joy flowed effortlessly, a respite from his weaponized existence.
Those nights in Angeal's kitchen became akin to an anchor grounding him in a reality he had previously not known.
But that was a year ago, three weeks before the accident in the training room.
Now, three weeks after they deserted, Sephiroth stood in Angeal's empty kitchen, the same space that had once been filled with that very same joy.
He was alone now.
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andoutofharm · 1 year
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me and pete, in the wake of saturday
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voluntarysubmission · 3 months
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"Director Faden is seeing to the issue personally."
I love Jesse I love Jesse I love Jesse
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kierenrose · 11 months
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part of me
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the-cheese-slut · 15 days
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”Gender is what is in your pants”
you see I am an immortal being and gender is beneath me, but you are free to perceive me as whatever your small minded mortal brain can handle honey-bumshkin
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ittybittybeastiebuddy · 2 months
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Open invitation for entomologists/bug enthusiasts/fish keepers/etc. To info dump in my notes or ask box about your creatures and why you love them or think they're cool. Please talk to me about your bugs, crustaceans, fish, etc. Pls. My crops are dying I'm begging you—
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kevjrr · 11 months
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The first pictures I can’t sjskjkskj
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natureismynature · 7 months
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Hellooooo people of Tumblr, may I have a recap of today's happenings in the QSMP por favor? Thank you so much TvT
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fretbored34 · 1 year
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Too late 😭
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riosnecktattoo · 1 year
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What Spring Does with the Cherry Trees
Part Four / Read on ao3
“You’re perfect,” he mouths against her sternum, and he really must be tired because she’s never seen him like this, never felt him so unguarded.
Beth strokes a hand over the buzz of his hair, trails a fingernail down his neck and then guides him to lean back so she can see him. “I think you might have a concussion.”
Rio makes a face and glares at her, amused, very slightly shakes his head no.
“What about this?” Beth gently ghosts her fingertips over the nasty scrape on his forehead.
“S’not as bad as it looks,” Rio assures her, but when she accidentally bumps the cut under his eyebrow with her thumb he winces and takes hold of her hand.
“Maybe don’t poke it though, yeah?” he teases, kissing her knuckles.
“Sorry,” she whispers and before she can overthink it she leans down to place the lightest kiss near the cut on his forehead, then another by his eyebrow, another on top of the bruise coloring his cheek.
“What’re you doin’?” Rio drawls, melting in to her touch as Beth starts to kiss down his jaw and in her periphery she can see that his eyes have fallen closed.
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eclogues · 3 months
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cut my hair in the bathroom this morning
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ghostofashina · 2 days
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genichiro's hugs are... something else.
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