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Person A: "Why are there strangers in our kitchen?"
Person B: "Strangers? They said they knew you from work!"
Person A: "They most certainly do not. If they did, they would never have come here."
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shimmershy · 11 months
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Chara Week Day 5: Ghost
Every time I see that machine in the True Lab, I wonder if it could possibly be Chara's soul in there? Probably unlikely, but not impossible... It's interesting to think about what the implications of that would be.
A version with no text and then a version with just the machine, because I think it looks pretty cool and ominous alone as well.....
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teleport-warning · 6 months
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Day 22: Hands
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spacedace · 1 year
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So I don't know a whole lot about DC/Batman canon but I do recall seeing something about Tim trying to clone people (his parents? I'm unclear about what happened to them but I think remember seeing something about cloning) and I feel like there's some good opportunities for some dc x dp stuff there.
Like, don't get me wrong I love everything where Danny and/or Elle adopt Con, but consider:
Tim, waking up after passing out from sleep deprivation for the nth time that month, groggily becoming aware of some guy sitting - wait no, floating, he's crisscross applesauce a full foot above the bed - staring at him unblinking. And Tim has half a second to think this white haired, weird looking - is he green? He kinda looks his skin is green, and h's glowing a little? - guy is his (okay, he can admit it, pretty attractive) sleep paralysis demon before attractive-sllep-paralysis-demon gives him a terrifying smile - oh God that's way too many teeth and they are way too sharp and why is that doing something for him??? - and says:
"Oh good you're up! We can get started then."
And then pulls out a laptop from somewhere?? And turning it so that Tim can see there's a PowerPoint pulled up with "So You've Started Cloning People: The Ethics and Responsibilities of Creating and Caring for Your Clone Children (AKA: How Not to be a Total Fruitloop)" It's entirely in comic sans.
Danny is just happy that things are going better than when he tried to do this with that bald weirdo in Metropolis. Though at least he'd been able to snack on the guy's rock candy while he did his presentation there. Maybe cute-sleep-deprived guy would be down for breakfast after this, provided Danny doesn't have to body him for being a shitty Clone dad.
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unorcadox · 5 months
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I'M WAITING FOR YOU!!! CAN'T WAIT TO FIND YOU AGAIN!!! HOPE I CAN ACTUALLY SEE YOU THIS TIME!!!
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Danny bit back a sigh from his place on the throne as two young vigilantes fell from a portal in his throneroom. He peered at him through his long white veil as he straitened himself. He knew what to do. He had done this song and dance sixty-two times now and he was about to do it again.
He watched them bicker from the cold floor of his ice castle, something he made from his own ice so that the observants couldn't see or hear what was happening inside or pop in without his explicit permission. Something that angered the nosey creeps to no end. Ah, he's getting lost in his thoughts again. Its time to start the test.
"Why have you come to my Realms mortals?" He felt almost silly calling them that, but it worked in getting the two to stop arguing and pay attention to him. Ah, the younger one has a sword. Cool. Won't help him here, but he gets points for ascetic if nothing else.
"State your names."
"I am Robin!" The smaller one yelled, fierceness of his voice to match the fire in his soul.
The older seemed more hesitant, taking a moment to assess the situation before answering, "I'm Red Robin. Sorry for dropping in so suddenly-"
The younger cut in, needlessly destroying his partners attempt at deescalating the situation, "We were not at fault! A portal opened underneath us and we were transported here!"
Danny knows that. Thats why he was testing them, "Are you saying that fate brought you here?"
Robin looked pleased before confirming.
"Then you shall stay here, as those who enter the Lands of Lazarus are never allowed to leave."
They both bulked, one trying to argue and the other trying to reason with him. Danny tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne, pretending to think. "I will be merciful and allow one of you to leave. I will allow you a moment to make your choice." Danny barely got his words out before the older one declared that he would stay behind, putting himself between the king and his companion. Good. He passed the test.
He turned his attention back to the younger, "And you are fine with this?" This is the part where the companion adamantly refuses and offers themselves as sacrifice and the two bicker about who will get to sacrifice themselves for the other. The king becomes "moved by thier bond" or whatever and sends them both back to the land of the living.
"Of course! He's useless anyway."
...wat.
The older one made a wounded sound that made his core ache with the need to care and protect. This was not how things were supposed to go. Were ten year olds supposed to be this cruel? At that moment he made an admittedly impulsive decision and sent the child back, keeping the older of the two in the spirit would with him.
Leaving the comfort of his throne he walked down the steps towards the young man, his snowy robes fanning out majestically as his crown of stars bobbed around at his movements, some even going so far as to float around him as if showing off.
"I've made a decision. For this day forth you are my royal advisor." He stated before grabbing the other guys hand and pulling him along down the hall, "You're going to help me rebuild my kingdom from the thousands of years of war and political neglect it has faced. You will aid me in political endeavors as well as help the people in any way you see fit." He paused long enough to open the kitchen door and sit him down at the counter,
"But first, what do you want for lunch?"
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sandwichedbread · 7 months
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hermittober day 2: time
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made on mspaint because i dont have my ipad
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celestialwrites · 11 months
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Hi! May I ask for some jealousy/argument/fighting prompts? ty!
hello<3 (sorry this took so long!)
angst argument, prompts⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
@celestialwrites for more.
☆ you found their letters...
☆ fighting with them was like a screaming match, you would yell at each other until you could barely speak.
☆ coming home you expected flowers, not them in your room.
☆ they betrayed the one thing you truly cherished. your trust.
☆ you pulled, they pushed, it would never work.
☆ their actions were clearer than words, they didn’t want you.
☆ fucked up. that’s what it was, fucked up, and you didn’t have the strength to in-fuck it. you were just so tired.
☆ they locked the bedroom door and didn’t come out until they had their packed bag.
☆ tears are no good, why waste them when they were never truly worth it? or were they?
☆ loving you was a losing game.
☆ you wanted to fight for each other, they wouldn’t.
☆ at the end of the day, it’s your fault. as you sunk to the cold floor of the bathroom you began to realize that.
☆ you didn’t need kisses or to make up what had been destroyed, you needed a hug.
☆ you could smell the perfume/cologne on them and you stilled in shock.
☆ you were so sick of the fights and the jealousy.
☆ they were in love with a version of you that no longer existed, if only they could see that.
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requests are open!
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oleanderpigeon · 1 year
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Are you sure, though?
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nuttynutcycle · 1 year
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Prompt 399
"I love you. I've loved you for a long time, and-"
"Whatcha doing?" The hero popped their head in the sidekicks bedroom door.
"Nothing!" The sidekick scrambled to hide the body pillow with the too-recognizable face on it.
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write-it-motherfuckers · 10 months
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Person A: “What....What the hell makes a noise like that?!”
Person B: “I think I’d rather not know... And if you’d prefer to remain ignorant too, then I suggest you hurry the fuck up.”
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words-on-pa-per · 2 months
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“You have a lovely home.”
“Yes, I do, don’t I? Unfortunate that the last one to live here is rotting in the bay.”
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Rules of Revelry
— Be kind to those who gifts you fruit and honey, the trees had given their bounty but the roots held things you cannot refuse.
— If a child gives you a crown of flowers, a bracelet of daisies if you are as kind to yourself as you are to the ground that holds, you can bend down and tell them your secrets.
—They will giggle and laugh, because they are beings from someplace else and their duty is to make you theirs. Slowly, until they own your secrets and you'll see your name in a goblet of wine.
— The crows you see overhead is not a warning, but a welcome to the land. You will hear them croon and you will find trinkets in the brim of your hats.
— The ravens are different, for they are there to welcome Fall. To whisper to the falling leaves and sing to the little bones underneath the gardens. They are there to welcome, always, and they bare their teeth to those unwelcome.
— Pine cones and pine needles make great fires. Throw a cone into the hearth and you'll see life brimming from it's sap.
— When it is Spring, you will see the deers prance about in the forest. Sometimes there are things hanging from their antlers— lovely things like chains of delphinium and baby's breath touching their ears.
— Sometimes they fall off and you can take them. Just don't take them too far away from their home or something else will follow you.
— Summer is different. You bend down to the shores of the river and the fish are grown too big for their own good.
— You will see their eyes shimmer underneath those waters. Glittering like pearls or glowing like forgotten amber. Be sure to catch them.
— Fall is where you'll hear the singing. In Spring, you'd hear a subtle hum that followed the deers and the touch of something from the petals. In Fall, there is someone singing, like a siren of the mountains.
— His voice had brought down nations, and the men who had followed his voice had always come back different. There is a fog in their eyes, a shake in their bones and they go to the forest at the middle of the night. Their remains found hanging over the branches of old trees.
— Festivities is what they call that voice. That celebration of wedding and funeral bells, the cries of birth and grief, the joy of life and living. Good seeds from forest fires. Bones of archaic things that makes you wish you were there to witness.
— That was only a good thing.
— Winter is where you'll find those half-decayed corpses of animals that doesn't exist. Ivories from the first breath of a renewed life. A sacrifice to be made so that Festivities wouldn't raze Winter's heart to the ground.
— You must build a shrine. It doesn't quite matter where you'd put it as long as it important. The one who will hear your prayers will find you amusing, and think to entertain you.
— Festivities loves gifts, and even more so gifting them. He loves many things from wine to little bundles of dried up flowers, old liquor and the freshest of meat, old clothe stitched with tears and flesh and iron, bearing the weight of decades in it's hem. He loves them, and he will cherish them as much as he cherishes those who greets him.
— (He was cherished, too. Because those who were touched by death and tragedy were changed in a way that cannot ever be the same. They yearn for relief, pray and sing for it, and they sacrifice what needs to be sacrificed in order to achieve it. He was loved and he was heaven because all living things always loved to hope.)
— Festivities is a gentle wild thing and he will tear you apart the moment you forget who you are, but he will grieve for you for the way only gods could.
— Only go into the forest in the Spring and Summer, but not until the sun is drowned out by the beat of the void. There are things there that weren't always monsters, and have never been monsters or could've been monsters at all. As obsolete as the moon, as hazed as the rustling of pelts and the swish of ashen feathers.
— (Mabon loves Festivities. Samhain and Yule, too. Ostara and Litha spoil him, and Imbolc and Lugnasadh and Beltane kisses his hand. Festivities welcome them like a lover who cannot be loved.)
— If you find gifts on your windowsill, usually after dawn, be sure to return the favor and leave honeyed fruits at the edge of the meadows.
— They tell you you shouldn't give your name to the Faefolk, but you cannot change your name to the One Who Feasts. He already knew you from the moment you cried the first time, and every achievement that left you grinning.
— Festivities loves you like tragedy does to peace.
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scribeofmorpheus · 2 months
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"It is—and it is."
Alt Text: An image of a laptop screen showing ChatGPT's answer to an unknown text prompt. The text, most legible from the top reads:
"It's why. It's you. It's here. It is—and it can be. It is—and it will be. It is—and it must be. It is—and it shall be. It is—and it could be. It is—and it would be. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is.It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is. It is—and it is." 
—ChatGPT, 21/02/24
[Sourced from Twitter]
chatgpt is apparently going off the rails right now and no one can explain why pic.twitter.com/0XSSsTfLzP
— sean mcguire (@seanw_m) February 21, 2024
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the-sycophant · 6 months
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4. what are some features of others that arouse them, or they find arousing in a sexual situation?
[sexuality heacanons]
Marlowe, despite being the pretty, self-absorbed thing that she is, does not actually seem to take appearances of others much into consideration. It is difficult to find one particular physical thing that arouses her. She loves people and what makes them them, and something she likes in one person she might not in someone else. Each person is viewed as just that rather than the pieces that make them up. She is THE companion - why would she turn someone down for something that can't be helped, let alone something that makes someone 'different'. She'll take anyone's tributes, as all are welcome to be sacrificed to the old gods loved.
That said, if someone exudes some sort of display of power - be it sizeable strength, a well worn weapon, a fancy magic staff, an esoteric ability, or even the ability to draw the attention of a room - that would probably get her going. Sometimes a feature, sometimes just a position held or potential to hold, but she will happily fan the fires of any small spark into a roaring, destructive flame that would consume, consume, consume.
----------------------------------------- thank you, @ahollowgrave
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apuff · 7 months
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inspired by this post feel very good about this one
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