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losmuertosnosufren · 2 years
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thebeeshaveknees · 4 months
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Uhhhh so I decided my first attempt at a trolls fic would be a rewrite of the whole third movie because I'm Silly and I wanted to put JD x DD as like frenemies but romance but I ended up going heavy on the romance and it made me sad so I'm throwing it to the wolves for judgement
When John Dory had fallen into Delta Dawn's pod yet again, he hadn't expected to wake up with a ladybug on his chest.
He nudged her with his foot to wake her up. "Uh. DD."
She grumbled some alliterate curse at him, but rolled over and also saw the ladybug. "John, on my life if you don't get that vermin out of my bed I'll make you walk to the jailhouse in your underthings."
He picked it up, rolled out of bed and was about to put it on the floor when he got smacked upside the head. "Not on my floors neither', John, it's your woods' bug."
John sighed dramatically, waddling to the window with the bug held at arm's reach. "Could you get the window?"
Dawn opened the window latch and John tipped the insect up trying to fit it through, and he noticed the note. "It's a messenger ladybug?" He showed her the underside with eight squirmy legs and a note tied to it with a string. Dawn cringed but grabbed the note around its spindly legs and JD put it out the window. "Sheriff mail?"
She gave him a short look. "Yes, you snoop, now put on a shirt." She said, sitting herself down on the bed to read the letter.
JD threw on his leather jacket, before peeking over DD's shoulder at the note.
"Nothin' interesting, interloper." She teased, looking up at him. "A troll from Pop Village is missing, I'll up patrols for a little while, but it's already been a month - really, ladybugs for messengers.
Something in John's gut twisted, and he'd been following his gut for two decades without fail. "What's their name?"
She opened the letter again. "Branch. Dark blue hair, teal skin, dull coloured." She read, before looking back up at him.
John Dory froze. He felt his stomach twist in knots. "From Pop Village?"
"You look pale, darlin."
"Did it say anything about his disappearance?"
She put her hand on his shoulder, but went back to reading the letter. "Says he was taken from Pop Village by something, it left a trail to the big folks' road but no farther." She looked at him. "You know the troll?"
"He's my brother." John blurted before he could really think it through, leaning into Delta, eyeing the cardstock in her hand. "My baby brother."
"I'm sorry, darlin." She said very softly, wrapping her arm around his shoulder. "When are you leaving?"
"As soon as the market opens, I need to stock up."
"Any ideas where he could be?"
"Not yet, but it's Bitty, I'm sure I could… Maybe I could ask my other brothers for help."
DD sighed, but put her head on his. "Should I come along, interloper?"
JD let his eyelids droop. "I wish, but it seems a traveler can only ever chase the Dawn."
She snorted. "How on earth did I fall for a poet?" She pulled John further into her side. "Don't go chasing what's waiting for you, cowboy."
"If I didn't, how would I keep you on your hooves, Sheriff?"
She sighed, and both just enjoyed the warmth for a moment. "Be safe, you hear?"
"As safe as I usually am." John replied.
They waited for the market to open, for John to leave, in warm silence.
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faenemy · 9 days
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i swear i screenshotted practically every panel in this comic-
anyway have (part of) my collection of dick grayson/nightwing screenies
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soggytapeworm · 10 days
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Round 1 - TNA - 5th battle
Alright, this one should be easier than the other ones
Love, Me Normally
“A normal human being wouldn’t need to pretend to be normal”
Memento Mori
“One day you’re going to die”
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punch-love · 12 days
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Sorry if any of these are asked already but 2, 19, 21, 26, 39
2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?
I feel wholly incapable of writing straight fluff or romantic-comedy. I always lose interest once things start getting cordial or comfortable. I like the violence too much. Ideally, it would be nice to write something I could comfort read, and I appreciate people who can write those things well.
19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.
“Is that a no on the volcanos?” Mobius sounds like he’s smiling again. “TVA isn’t really big on clubs, but I think there’s a scrabble group that meets every hundred years or so in the cafeteria.”
“Don’t patronize me.” Loki says, voice muffled by the smooth grain of the table. He’s not exactly sure what scrabble is, but if it's TVA sectioned, then it couldn’t possibly be worth the hundred-year wait.
“Never.” Mobius says, in that earnest way that almost makes Loki believe him. Then - “I think you should find yourself a hobby.”
“A hobby.” Loki says flatly. “I don’t think the TVA is properly equipped for my proclivities.”
“Probably not.” Mobius smiles, and Loki remembers again, that he’s watched enough of his life to know. “It’s always good to branch out, though, try new things.”
“What do you suggest?” Loki asks, suddenly curious if Mobius had anything in mind outside the aforementioned scrabble and being caught up in the inane, mindless work ethic that kept the TVA an unstoppable force of bureaucratic efficiency.
“I mean, we don’t have cable, and the internet is pretty heavily filtered, but -“ Mobius pauses, pursing his lips thoughtfully. “We’ve got a pretty extensive selection of magazines. Maybe you should get into collaging?”
“I asked you in good faith.” Loki sets his jaw, annoyed. “A god doesn’t collage.”
“Just…pay attention to what makes you curious, then.” Mobius says simply, before Loki loses his attention to the Index of Global Calamities again. He feels, irritably, that he’s been dismissed.
“Mobius.” He says again, just to see those eyes flicker from the page back toward him and the thrill he gets at being able to cause endless distraction. “What, pray tell, am I supposed to find curious in this gods-forsaken hellhole?”
“You tell me.” Mobius says, with that mystic’s smile that makes Loki feel equally enraptured and enraged.
There’s only one thing worth his rapidly degrading attention in this abysmal place, and he’s sitting across from him, licking his fingers before turning the page, one leg jiggling across the other as he leans back in his chair.
21. Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret?
Yes, and it's because I'm a psychic who can see the future.
26. What would you describe as OOC?
Answered!
39. Wildest AU scenario you have written?
Honestly, it has to be spirit box for a lot of reasons but mostly because Mobius is probably going to fuck that house.
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nobrashfestivity · 2 years
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László Moholy-Nagy  F in Field 1920 Gouache and collage on paper 8 11/16 × 6 15/16 in. Private collection, courtesy of Kunsthandel Wolfgang Werner, Bremen/Berlin © 2017 Hattula Moholy-Nagy/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York/VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn
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m0tel6mxzzy · 9 months
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the wrong daughter (2018)
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sewooonz · 2 months
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purple youngbin hehe
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mostlyfate · 2 years
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#rivals spying on their crush together be like Let’s Meet Now 见面吧就现在 (2022)
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kick-lemon · 5 months
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rest in piece jonathan sims, you would've loved crywank
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starburstgalexies · 6 months
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Big fan of Kazuha getting pounded but it has to be either Aether or Lumine doing the pounding. Hope this helps.
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sourle · 3 days
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Cries in wtf am i doing//
The cold blew around the atmosphere, nipping at your already cold skins. It carries small snow particles that hit your slightly cracked snow goggles.
Forced into the war stressed and drains out your body. It's nothing new, but being put to the Frontline at such a young age hurts your mental health.
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rara-avis-fr · 1 year
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fanciest bug in the whole wide world
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ronniemars · 1 year
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Fifteen & Pregnant | 1998 | dir. Sam Pillsbury
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m0tel6mxzzy · 10 months
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my life as a dead girl (2014)
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zombiesun · 11 months
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think I'm changing my photo side blog url that I've stopped using because I mostly just post them on main now and using that as my art blog name because I do love @mountainzombie as a url and I'm opening my print shop so I need a blog name Exactly Now
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