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verm1c1de · 1 year
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Zib
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if someone could get me a zib plushie with a face that looks exactly like this id be indebt to mew furefur
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ashedflower · 2 years
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Don't mind me, just casually sliding this little Empires SMP S1 headcanon.
Alright, so you know how Empires Pearl wears a flower crown made of sunflowers? Well, I thought that "what if Pearl does have a crown that's not mad of flowers? Only she knows she doesn't have to wear it to be recognized as a queen"
Because she frequently visits her people, so people can so easily recognize her. Of course, visitors to her Empire would sometimes not recognize her as the queen because of this, but it doesn't really matter much to her. So she doesn't wear it.
Anyways, some of the visitors sometimes wonder wear sue gets the flower crowns. Since they didn't look to be made by an adults hand, due to how messy it looked.
And that's because it wasn't! It was made by the kid of a regular farmer who liked making flower crowns.
Everyday, Pearl would fly down to their farm and asked the little girl to make her a flower crown made of sunflowers that she could wear for the entirety of the day.
And at the end of the day, she would place the flower crown on a cabinet layered with preservation spells among the other flower crowns her little friend made for her.
Years later, when Gilded Helianthia was no longer it's prospering country, instead something lost to history, archeologist and historians will find the ruins of the farming Empires. They will find small little tributes in all the houses, each with a painting of a women in a green dress, golden wings, and a flower crown made of sunflowers.
Then they will find the cabinet, filled with flower crowns. Not a single one wilted.
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lonelyzarquon · 5 months
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phantomrose96 · 4 months
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faeriekit · 5 months
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"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."
The body didn't move.
"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."
And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.
Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.
The dead body sat up.
Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"
Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.
Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.
"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."
The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.
"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."
The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.
It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.
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im-tempted · 5 months
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abiscuit · 1 month
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I love Star Trek, I love how every time a federation ship goes into the romulan neutral zone there is also immediately a romulan ship. Like girl, what were YOU doing in the neutral zone?
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modernbaseball · 1 year
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toongoonharmony · 9 months
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ofalltheginjoints · 1 year
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captain-ghost · 11 months
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identitty-dickruption · 11 months
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yeah? well have you tried being a dyke about it?
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tweeterwilbury · 8 months
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Me when i have the fuck that old man autism and not the math or sciences autism
This post was about an 82yo man so i hope you arent going to talk about 30-40yo men in the tags
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araneapeixes · 2 months
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in the bathroom at the gay clubbbb
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qcomicsy · 1 year
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If the batkids had a podcast
Redhood: I was a pretty easy child-
Nightwing: You were.
Redhood: Straight A's and everything. Like, I would be hanging out with Batman- (laugh) I would be- You know right?
Nightwing: Yeah.
Redhood: Just chilling. No patrol day. And he would be like "what do you want to do?" and I would be like- "Read! :D"
Nightwing *chuckles*: "Homework!"
Redhood: "Homework!". And then- And then I fucking died-
Red Robin: WHEZE.
Redhood: I fucking- Don't be a easy child.
Red Robin (chocking): Don't be a good kid.
Redhood: Don't be a good kid. Start- I don't know– Start throwing shit on fire or something.
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fishfission-dc · 1 year
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Batfamily Powerpoint Night!
(mandatory team building)
Links to the full slideshows, updated as I post them!
Part 1: Bruce’s Full Slideshow:
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Part 2: Dick’s Full Slideshow:
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Part 3: Tim’s Full Slideshow:
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Part 4: Jason’s Full Slideshow: 
(they forced him to be there so he’s making it everyone’s problem):
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Part 5: Cass’s Full Slideshow:
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Part 6: Stephanie’s Full Slideshow:
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Part 7: Damian’s Full Slideshow:
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Part 8: Duke’s Full Slideshow:
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Part 9: Barbara’s Full Slideshow:
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Part 10: Alfred’s Full Slideshow:
(unexpected addition, mostly about Tim):
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