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cits-kirby-brainrot · 6 months
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Dark matter sketches
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caffeinewitchcraft · 1 year
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The castle’s ramparts formed a cold line against the fiery sky. The sun rose on blood-slicked walls and fields muddled with death.
A girl stood at the great doors, mouth set hard against the early winter cold, her dress streaked with soot and golden rays of sunlight. She raised her hand, curled her battered fingers into the red on her palms, and knocked.
Tap, tap, tap
The knight in charge of opening the doors covered his mouth to catch the sob. He slumped against the cold stone and did not reach for the pulley system that could heave the giant wood doors open. “Please, go back. Go back, your highness.”
“That’s hardly fair,” the girl said. She shielded her eyes against the sun and looked over the battlefield. There were not many who were able to return her gaze and those that could didn’t. “I won.”
The knight shook so hard that his armor clattered together at the joints. When the king agreed to let the throne go to the victor of the coup, no one expected this. Neither the Crown Prince nor the young Duke returned from battle.
Only the Princess.
“The people will rejoice,” the princess said. A girl of only sixteen summers and her voice was as smooth as the most seasoned negotiator. “The kind princess who gave so generously to the orphanage ended the battle before it spread to the country. She did it for the people. Isn’t it right she rule now?”
“I s-saw you,” the knight stuttered. He was keeping watch in the ramparts at midnight when the moon hung full overhead. He saw the princess jump over the wall. He saw what she changed into. “Y-you’re not the princess.”
There was a long pause. “Ah.” The princess sighed. “You’ve only made this harder for yourself, you realize? The result remains the same. I will be queen.”
The knight felt all his breath flee from his lungs as shadows writhed underneath the door. No. He drew breath to scream, but it was too late. The shadows crawled over his face.
The last thing he heard was a familiar groan as the castle doors opened.
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home-of-renn · 1 year
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I love the hc that Danny can't help but trigger this innate, subconscious fight or flight response in everyone he meets. I love it even more when it's the reason why he still gets bullied by Dash.
Truth be told, Dash grew up years ago. His mean streak had been a short-lived phase that left a bad taste in his mouth. The sudden influx of hormones brought on by the onset of puberty had apparently muddled his brain and left him emotionally stunted for the duration of his freshman year. He'd shoved nerds into lockers and stolen their lunch money. He sorely wishes he hadn't been so excruciatingly cliche.
But he'd somehow managed to unstick his head from his ass pretty quick and he hasn't laid a finger on anyone since - well, except for Fenton.
Fenton had always been the exception. Small and slouched, with a messy fringe that fell into his eyes. Danny Fenton always made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end whenever he walked past.
His arm would brush too close or his shoulder would bump into his in a crowded hallway and Dash's arm would lash out before he could even comprehend the accidental touch. Fenton would be pinned against a locker with Dash's forearm against his neck in the blink of an eye.
The funny thing is though, no one stops him. The other kids don't call him out and the teachers are always coincidentally absent.
Dash isn't a bully - at least not anymore. He helped Lester get his locker door open after a ghost attack left the damn thing jammed shut. He stays late after practice so the girls on the cheer team don't have to walk home when the sun starts dipping low. He holds doors open for the people walking behind him and even offers a polite smile. The other day he stopped to help some little kid struggling to tie their shoelaces.
He's trying to be better. His mom cried about how proud she was on his birthday last month and principal Ishiyama made a passing comment on how nice it was not seeing him in her office every week. He enjoys being nice to people. It's gratifying, and some kids have started coming up to him when they need help.
Once upon a time, Dash had been a chubby self-conscious kid who'd hit the gym as soon as his dad had gotten sick of his begging. Puberty had hit him like a truck and he'd started shaving a year before anyone else. Since then he'd bulked up and was far larger than the average high schooler. He'd been honing his reflexes for years and never drops the ball. He's the shield that everyone hides behind during ghost fights. He's big and strong and has damn good aim - which is better than nothing when going up against a ghost.
But there's something wrong with Fenton.
Danny makes sweat gather beneath his collar and Dash has to grind his teeth any time he walks past.
At least he's not the only one.
Kwan's hands are always clenched into fists when they walk past Fenton's locker, even if he's not there. It feels wrong to have your back to Fenton in the changing rooms and Lancer's the only teacher still handing Danny a detention slip - Dash suspects it's cause none of the other staff can stand to be alone with him for that long.
No one steps in when someone lashes out at the Fenton kid. No one says a word or runs towards the teacher's lounge when Dale has Danny by the arm, eyes wide and gripped so tight his knuckles turn white.
The hallway goes silent and the world steps back as Dash's team flank his sides while the front of Danny's shirt is bunched in his fist. His heart thuds against his ribs and pounds in his ears as Danny opens his mouth to make a sarcastic quip. Danny's always been a sarcastic, mouthy little shit, but Dash can't find it in himself to laugh, not while his body forms a physical barrier between Fenton and everyone else - not when Dash has him by the throat but he's the one feeling cornered and exposed. He has to dig his toes into the soles of his sneakers to resist running.
It's not normal.
Dash plays along, keeping his cool as he goes through the familiar routine. He spits out a pathetic insult that misses its mark and thumps Danny against his locker before dropping him to the ground.
It feels rehearsed, like he's stuck in a cycle he can't seem to break. It's one big act that Dash walks away from with adrenaline churning the contents of his stomach and sweat gathering in the palms of his hands. The hallway parts as Dash walks away. He spares a glance at Kwan, whose dark eyes are trained on the floor in front of him, his fists clenching at his sides, shaking under the fluorescent lights. Dash hides his own hands in his pockets. The one he had bunched in Danny's shirt trembles, his nerves vibrating with the sensation of pins and needles. It feels like static under his skin. He tries wiping it off on the inside of his jacket.
The entire student body of Casper high follows behind him.
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boyswhowawa · 8 months
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Request #4: Meeting
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done for a friend from discord for those who don't know, Monk and Saint are both my favorite characters :D
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that moment when you wanna make another yandere blade drabble where the reader is essentially a bloodborne-esque greater one that regained their human body but does not remember blade for whatever reason and of course bladie is pissed.
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frownyalfred · 2 years
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my new favorite comment on my Eldritch fic:
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imminent-danger-came · 10 months
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Anyways. Wukong was WAY too chill with MK being a Moneky. Just like "Yeah hahaha we're both monkies! Isn't that so cool!" the whole entire special. LIKE NO. THAT'S NOT COOL. YOU SO CLEARLY KNEW ABOUT THIS
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Favorite to least favorite schools?
OOOOOO A QUESTION so okay this is an interesting one for me because not only are my faves tied for first place BUT I have such a limited knowledge on the schools I don't play as often so the list is gonna be super wonky HSLABDIRKE BUT HERE, LET'S PUT IT INTO WORDS:
Most favorite school(s): Storm/Death
So we all know I love Storm and it's for No Reason. Like I can't even say it's because of the game mechanics or whatever I just love Storm and there's no reason why. Even as a kid I immediately knew that I wanted to be the Purple Lightning Bolt School before I even took the book of secrets test. Like I swear I kin Storm but like. Kin-lite if that makes sense. Like I'm NOT Storm itself but IDKKKK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT I love everything about Storm; the aesthetics and the color scheme and the lore behind it, it all just SPEAKS TO ME so yeah I never grew up. Sjsldjdi
But like narratively? Lore-wise Death has to be my favorite because not only is there so much that goes into the Magic itself but like so many important and well-lived characters are Necromancers. And in my PERSONAL opinion some of the most compelling tales come from Necromancers alone because OF WHAT THEY GO THROUGH SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE THEY ARE NECROMANCERS. Like yeah I relate to that shit and honestly? The game says that the three Primordial forces are the most powerful magic but I feel like Death (along with Life and Balance of the main schools) is one of, if not the most powerful. Also because dead stuff and goth girls are my two most favorite things in the world so
Next Favorite School: Myth
Actually if I, myself, was the young wizard instead of my homunculus puppet I think I prooobably would be Myth. Like I think that's just literally who I am and even though I don't think my aesthetic lines up with Trolls and Cyclopes that much I just literally feel in my heart I'm just so...... (gestures towards myself) that I'm quite fit to be a Myth wizard. Lore reasons only. Like the "imaginative" Wizards is so mecore. I like Myth a lot but it's definitely below Storm and Death
The school after that: Balance
This time it's a mix between aesthetic and lore a lil bit. I like the fact that Balance doesn't even really seem to be a unique Magic that it's its own thing but rather a bit of each and every existing school (including the Astrals and Shadow) that it just became something entirely new and on its own???? Like it's familiar in the sense that you can see it in other Magic schools but there's still something in the core of Balance that makes it Balance. If that.... even begins to make any sense (I'm sorry my vocabulary is fucking shit. I know no words to describe things well). Also this is just my personal headcanon that Balance is one of the hardest Magic schools to master because it's so complicated. Like Balance in the Spiral is like Physics or Chemistry in our world
So this is where I start to fall out of groove with the other magic schools because I don't know shit about them so I'm gonna have to just rank them off vibes alone at this point:
The next favorite school: Fire
I was a fire wizard like years and years and years ago before I listened to my autism and went with Storm and honestly Fire fucks!!!! It's a cool school and idk how popular it is in terms of game mechanics (I think Ice and Life and Balance is most popular I think? idk I don't play the game) but I've always thought Fire was just super pretty to look at during battle. The color scheme may be a bit basic (red and orange for fire mhm) but it still works and honestly???? Personal headcanons that Fire wizards are actually one of the most mellow-headed wizards out of all the schools (commonly mistaken with Ice wizards; remember kids "Calm" doesn't equal "Aloofness") and that Pyromancers are typically daycare teachers or people who are normally in charge of/care for the youth
Some of y'all are gonna hate me for this but I can't really put Life or Ice above or below each other because I just don't really think about either of them that much HALSEHRKSH: LISTEN I DONT HATE EITHER OF THESE SCHOOLS, they just don't really....... stand out to me that much and my life and ice wizards aren't that far enough along yet where I can spot a significant difference between those schools and the ones I actually do play. Aesthetically wise yeah they're pretty!!! And then that's it DUDJSJSO I APOLOGIZE TO MY LIFE AND ICE MUTUALS/FOLLOWERS
(I assume anon meant like, the schools you start out with and not the schools you learn about later so I left out Shadow and the Astrals but if I had to put them somewhere on this list Shadow would definitely be right under Storm and Death, Moon would be below that, Star would be after Fire and Sun would be just kinda hanging out on the outside somewhere)
THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTION ANON I HOPE MY ANSWERS WEREN'T A COMPLETE DISAPPOINTMENT 💖💖💖
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llumimoon · 8 months
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thinking abt ling yao <333333333333333333333
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eldritchcircus · 1 year
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“WHO IS OBJECTIVELY THE BEST BEATLE?”
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JohnTony is trying to make a TikTok and grim is ruining it by not knowing that the Beatles exist!!!!!
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dalvs-wife · 1 year
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WHAT DID I SERIOUSLY NEVER POST THIS??? well i gotta fix that--
thinking about that The Stanley Parable Dating Game idea from way back when... pov ur stanley/player and ur dating a crap ton of sentient objects??? the polycule ever /j
(man i am so unhinged wtf is going on in my head)
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home-of-renn · 1 year
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I love fics where Danny is an otherworldly abomination - but not yet.
Like he's still a baby and hasn't yet grown into his eldritch existence. As of now, he gives you a little chill whenever you get too close or look him in the eye. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end when he's in the room and sometimes you feel like there's something not quite right with the Fenton kid and you have to resist the urge to just turn tail and run.
But also he's just the resident weird kid at school who still hasn't hit his growth spurt and keeps getting shoved into lockers even though he's a senior now. Like maybe he's just ~ like that ~ ya know?? Who wouldn't turn out weird if their parents were nutjob ghost hunters.
He makes you want to clench your teeth every time he walks past and sometimes you swear he barely even breathes - but he stutters when he's nervous and does that thing where he rubs his neck and he's got curly handwriting and keeps getting detention from falling asleep in class - half the time his notes are plastered on his cheek and he's got ink on his chin.
But give him a few hundred years and he'll fill you with so much existential dread that it'll make you question your entire existence and place in the universe and your lungs will feel like they've been filled with lead - every time he opens his mouth to order the newest item on the Nasty Burger menu.
Clockwork would be so proud.
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whatberry · 10 months
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anyway my cotl hyperfix has briefly returned so i may post something for that. until then: take this
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glitch-e-rat · 2 months
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look at this creature.
you now are henceforce legally required to love and cherish this creature.
thanks for your time.
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shark-wrangler · 1 year
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What's your darkest headcanon for an OC?
Oh hi thanks for the ask!
so... kind of everything about Khatte if I'm being honest, giant sexy whump receptical that he is. I've already talked about how ImpInt fucked him up, but I think maybe the worst is that I also kind of expanded on the Agent's canon relationship with Darth Jadus in some fun awful ways.
for context, Khatte got into ImpInt around age 13 by flagrantly lying about his age and identity (which is why his alleged name is Khatte Antilles instead of literally anything else), and unlike in game canon he had his first run-in with Jadus only about a year after that, and Jadus latched onto him specifically because he was a very young, very isolated alien with enough natural talent to be useful down the line. Jadus may also have known or at least suspected Khatte's real identity/origin and held that over him for years under the guise of "protecting" him by keeping what he knew a secret. The idea was to mold himself a blindly loyal (or at least sufficiently beaten down) agent within ImpInt to ensure that the organization stayed in his pocket and better execute his whole terrorism plot years later, and it almost worked, but he didn't anticipate Khatte being quite as strong-willed as he was and ended up pushing him too far, and Khatte loathed him by the start of the Agent storyline. and spending the latter of his formative years under the thumb of an emotionally abusive eldritch horror of a Sith certainly didn't help with everything else he went through later.
then when Zhorrid "inherited" him it was kind of an out of the frying pan into the fire situation, because she didn't really understand what he was for, and he didn't respect her anyway, which compounded the feelings of inadequacy and powerlessness she already had which she in turn took out on him which he resented even more, so it just went very badly very quickly for everyone.
Khatte did end up being the cause of Jadus's downfall and the reason he had to go into hiding, so it all kind of blew up in his face, but with that incident being the reason the Dark Council took notice and forced Keeper's hand about the Castellan Restraints, it could be argued that Jadus did get the last laugh in the end.
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timeturner-jay · 2 years
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Chron Knight! I’ve heard that you do your best to record and preserve information, can I ask how? Is there perhaps a method, magic you use to help, and is it stored in a library or somewhere similar?
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Chronicle Keeper au
Introduction | Next part
When a civilisation falls to ruin, Chron Knight appears there to save what they can. They scour the planet for centres of knowledge - libraries, universities, temples, museums, and private collections.
And then they take it all.
To accomplish this, they use an Ancient relic from their vast collection - the Dimensional Scepter. See, Chron Knight is a bit of a hermit - they make their home in a pocket dimension within Another Dimension, and they rarely ever receive any guests there. It's a difficult-to-reach place, even if you know of its existence - which not many people do.
This pocket dimension of theirs contains The Archive - an endless space that is filled with countless floating doorways; portals to even more pocket dimensions, folding further into themselves infinitely. This is where Chron deposits the buildings, objects and spaces they have taken, each in their own little dimension, held in an eternal stasis to prevent any further decay.
Here, over the course of eons, Chron Knight has gathered the history and knowledge of the known universe, to save it from being lost and forgotten forever. It's their life's work.
Here, they spend eternity studying the books and relics they've stolen from the brink of oblivion, a task that would surely be impossible given the sheer quantity of knowledge they've gathered - but their own time manipulation magic makes it possible. They could spend months holed up inside a single pocket dimension as they decipher lost languages, study forgotten cultures and learn about technology that no one will ever use again, but thanks to their magic, only seconds will have passed outside of their magic field.
They commit it all to memory, to carry that knowledge into the future. Even as eons pass and not even a mote of dust remains of the planets they once visited, Chron has made it their mission to remember them - all those people and places and civilisations that have long been lost to history.
They mostly observe and witness from afar, and rarely interfere - but they will remember, when no one else is left who could.
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