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wyldefungi · 2 years
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Lysurus periphragmoides
Pacific Northwest
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howdytoad · 8 months
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2020 thing kinda horror??
Izuku doesn't know where he is or how long he's been here. He simply awoke one day, in the structure he calls "the house." He has no memory of who he was before or how he got here. He came to be here with no knowledge about who or what he was, except that his name is Izuku and that he is looking for something.
It takes him several weeks before he belatedly realizes something is wrong, walking through the ever winding hallways and staircases of the house. He's never tired, he never feels thirsty or hungry. The only thing he feels is a desperate longing. The ache nestles into his chest next to his heart, day after day. Sometimes he can recall a hint of exactly what it is he's looking for, garnet eyes, a blinding cocky smile. Even so, eventually the feelings and images drift away like mist on the sea.
Day after day he walks the drifting breathing walls the nonsensical useless flying staircases, deceiving dead ends, floors that flip into ceilings, walls that become floors. Day after day, he is forced to walk through the maze with nothing but the house itself for company.
He sings to it sometimes as he walks the ever-changing cage of a maze that the house has become, its sky never ending staircases, buttresses and pillars. When he does, he can feel the house rumble is satisfaction, a pleasant earthquake of pleasure shakes its halls every time he does. He swears he can hear a quiet, blinding hum of satisfaction from the house, as if it's singing along with him. Sometimes he feels an odd sense of fog in his head when he finishes. How did he know a song he's never heard?
He doesn't know how long he's been in the house, traversing its fluttering halls, trying to regain a freedom he can't even remember. Missing a snarky face he's seen before. When he's had enough of his aimless, longing existence, he ambles over to one of the house's many impossibly high ledges. He's never seen the end to the house. He looks into the abyss with tearful eyes and feels the air against his toes as he keeps his heels balanced on the edge.
The house is angry with him, he can hear its low, faint, eerie hum of a growl. Angry with him for what he is about to try. Izuku spreads his arms wide to feel a breeze through his hair and skin, he takes one deep breath and allows himself to fall.
He feels like he is falling forever. There is no end to the punched up feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The rustling of his hair is violent as he falls through the never ending ledges of the house. It truly has no end, and he is constantly falling down, down, down.
The house won't let him go.
Eventually the house takes pity on him, and he feels gravity shift and the wind is less violent through his hair soon he has slowed enough to a float and his tears start to fall down to his feet as opposed to the gnarled rotting architecture that is the sky of the house. He openly sobs and curses the house and screams his frustrations.
"WHY!" the green haired man fruitlessly screams out to the house's walls. His voice cracking and distraught. It echoes throughout the halls, and he is forced to listen to his own despair. His own voice mocking him.
The house flutters in response, it feels his pain but has no answer for him. It never has answers for him. He wails and falls to his knees as he crumples into himself, a despondent heap of flesh and bone that will never feel the heat of another. Ears that will never hear the voice of another, eyes that will see naught but rotting stone and crumbling concrete, no matter how they long for ruby orbs. How his hands long to feel calloused sweet smelling skin. It's all for naught. He aches, he longs, but he will never be satiated.
The house's halls will always deny him. It covets him, keeps him trapped inside its cold and drab, rotting halls. It needs Izuku, it desires him. If Izuku leaves, who will traverse its creations? Crumbling wood and splitting concrete. It's always been Izuku and the house.
He didn't need anyone else. All he needed was the house. They are warden and prisoner, and all they need is each other. They are eternal together. The house has never ending space and Izuku has never ending time. A special hell for each other. He is doomed to walk these halls.
Naught but an unsuccessful hum of comfort from the house and his unending and desperate longing for a man he's never known. Step after step Izuku goes down, down, down...........
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mikimeiko · 2 years
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Evil | 3x08. The Demon of Parenthood
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baconandbuscuits · 2 years
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"yeah...i guess he is kind of a terrible bore..."
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max--phillips · 1 year
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Y’all ever squeeze your booty cheeks and pop your lower back
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chloe12801 · 2 years
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Thinking about how GTA V was released before gay marriage was legal in the US
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salvatoreren · 2 years
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Honestly i think it's sad how people misinterpret brie larson being an introvert and being sarcastic as mean
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cookie-nom-nom · 11 months
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Their entire relationship
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bixels · 2 months
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I watched Starship Troopers tonight.
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willosword · 3 months
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heartbreaking! the worst people you know refer to each other with affectionate pet names!
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cipheramnesia · 4 months
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Tumblr stop recommending me horny sapphic blogs that all say men dni in the pinned post, go back to sending me posts from the one that's just horny all the time please, I want the fat furries and the queer freaks that are way less respectably normal about me and my body.
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bigfatbreak · 2 months
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dad villain au: did emilie just. not consider at all that adrien was literally dying at the time. wow
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she's in the habit of deciding when Adrien's suffering is acceptable, and if it is, she'll just fix it later.
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petricorah · 3 months
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when your uncle realizes your feelings for your best friend before you do (from @bisexuallsokka) happy prince and the fool day! [ids in alt]
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ale-arro · 7 months
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been going a little bit insane about this sentence from Ace by Angela Chen for the past week
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gyossaith · 10 months
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Audrey Benjaminsen
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nerdpoe · 3 days
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Jazz and Johnny got...way more involved that Danny will ever want to know.
And Jazz, very liminal, actually fell pregnant.
She opted to leave for a bit, have the baby, and adopt it out. It was half ghost and half very liminal human, she had no idea what the GIW would do to it.
So she left on an "extended study trip", gave birth, gave it over to the adoption agency, warned them there was a high chance the kid would be a meta, and went about recovering.
Unbeknownst to her, that baby was immediately stolen by one Sheila Haywood for the purposes of tax fraud.
From there, the baby was given to Willis Todd, after Sheila lied and said that he was the father.
From there, the baby was put under the care of Catharine Todd, who died far too young.
From there, the kid tried to steal Batman's tires so he wouldn't starve.
Fast forward, and Jason Todd, now an adult, decides to pay a visit to the new head Psychologist of Arkham to vet the lady.
He ends up staring into a set of eyes that mirror his own, and when he runs the DNA from the hair he stole off of her, it comes back positive that yeah.
That's his mom.
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