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mikaikaika · 10 months
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Cellbit before the wedding like
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applestruda · 1 year
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More propaganda
VOTE SCAR
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lover-of-mine · 4 months
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Well, then I hope there's someone out there, who can bring me back to you...
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feralen8y · 1 year
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managed to draw amy decently so have my silly art
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fallenwhumpee · 29 days
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A score to settle
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Warnings: Presumed dead, grief, kidnapping, gagging, restrains.
Leader wished they had a button to turn off their thoughts. They wished they could silence the screams rolling that it was too late and this was all their fault.
Right Hand peeked in, their face also sour. They looked tired but not as much as Leader. Leader didn't know that, though. They refused to look at the mirror just because they didn't want to face themselves. They just assumed they were looking terrible, considering... everything.
"Any news?" They asked, hoarse. They hadn't talked for hours, being closed in their office and watching the cctvs around. Though they hadn't realised it had been this long. They were too focused, too fixed. A small break would do them good, they didn't want to miss anything because of their focus on bigger things rather than the details.
Right Hand shook their head. They looked like they were going to say something else for a moment, probably a remark about how Leader looked, but kept themselves. Good. Leader was in no mood for jokes. "But we got a call. Demanding you. It's an unknown number and pretty insistent."
Leader raised an eyebrow. "I'm too busy for that," they sighed after considering it for a short moment.
"No," Right Hand looked sure of something for the first time. "You're too obsessed with that. Leader, accept it... Youngest is..." They trailed off for a moment. "It's been a month. They would come back if they were..."
"I'm busy with searching them," Leader bit their tongue to restrain their frustration. "Youngest is strong. They are out there and—"
"Youngest was strong, I know, but that's enough. You have to move on."
"Don't tell me to move on when even you can't say it!" Leader lost the control of their voice. They breathed and softened their tone, knowing they weren't the only one grieving. It would be unfair to take the anger slowly building inside them out of Right Hand. "Yes, Youngest is probably dead." Leader swallowed. Admitting it made it too close to reality. They cleared their voice, forcing the knot in their throat down. "But I can't stop looking for them, even if only a corpse is waiting for me at the end."
"It's hurting you. I can see that. We all can see that. Leader... this can't go on. You haven't slept for days, and it's for nothing. We went through every single camera, every single place. The police went through everything. There's no trace of them. You won't find any too. Just... just accept that."
Leader looked down. They refused to listen to the reality of the words. They refused to believe Youngest disappeared overnight. Even if the alternative was haunting their day and night. "Fine," they sighed finally, standing up. Their body felt fragile at best, with how less they moved nowadays. Or it was because their vision wasn't so clear after staring at the screen for hours.
But the reason didn't matter. How they felt didn't matter too, as long as Youngest was out there, alone. Alive or dead. It didn't matter until Leader found them.
"Let's see what's all this fuss about, then."
Right Hand let out an unsatisfied grumble, but Leader could hear the grief under it.
Right Hand led them to the meeting room, the rest of the team already there.
"They're here." Right Hand said with a carefully schooled their voice.
"Good." A deep voice talked. It sent chills down to Leader's spine— the feeling was so foreign to them that it almost caused them to freeze. Their usual facade saved them. "Now, I have your dear Youngest."
"What?!" A shout escaped from someone. Leader thought of Medic, but it was actually Right Hand.
"Oh... don't get too excited," the voice chirped. And it disgusted Leader.
"Cut the show." Leader said sharply, to stop Right Hand and to get some end to this thing. They had no patience to deal with one more of those calls. They continued with the same tone. "I don't have much time. Looking for actual proof rather than mere words."
"What about this?"
A fabric shuffle sound came, and a weak squeak came, and it was enough to crush everyone in the room.
"Please—"
"My, my, that's not very nice first words to your team. I'm sure they missed you. Anyway, let's just keep you silent for now."
A muffled no was followed by a grunt and a fabric shift.
"Now, Leader, come and take your precious teammate. And come alone, we have a score to settle."
"Give me the time and location." Leader growled, ignoring the looks from the team. "And I hope you didn't touch Youngest. For your own sake," they muttered to themselves as they turned to the door. They would kill and die for their team, so they didn't really care if it was a trap. It would be worth it if Leader could bring Youngest to home.
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budding-bl-librarian · 6 months
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I could have done way better for this
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But I'm not feeling too well so this'll have to do. Still satisfied with the result honestly
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tuesdayinthedas · 2 years
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Festival nights
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minthara · 2 years
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evelyn trevelyan + tv tropes
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ofwishfulthinking · 10 months
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task #2: muse playlist
arsonist's lullaby: hozier
blood // water: grandson
sinnerman: nina simone
despicable: grandson
bad guy: billie eilish
guns and roses: bohnes
heartless: the weeknd
legendary: welshly arms
bury me face down: grandson
everybody wants to rule the world: lorde
requirem, k. 626: lacrimosa: mozart
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nameless-poet · 3 months
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Another End of the World
Some days, I want a match, A cannister of gasoline, and a sword, So I might end the world, Make it burn again like it did To end the Permian: My own Siberian Traps, Humans like synapsid ancestors up and up in flame and smoke Death is yellow, orange, red. I walk before the flame, hands cold, eyes bloody, and a sword full of boiling tears.
My Sword. Your skin. Split throat. Breath. Blood. Death. End.
I am sorry. It's over. Rest.
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adainesfroggieboggy · 3 months
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here it is, zombie apocalypse au. very excited to get into this one, it's got some fun plot shit
fic title and first chapter title are from Robot Rebellion from Doomsday Diaries
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feralen8y · 1 year
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this is all my brain has wanted me to draw for the past 5 hours
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i swear i don't mean to keep making tangle so fluffy it just happens
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wanderingaldecaldo · 2 years
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Val dressing up as Rogue
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luci3skydi · 2 years
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Thinking and thinking and thinking about the Cobra Kai S5E6 therapy scene where Kreese’s therapist (who he hallucinates as 17 year old Johnny) says “you wanted them all (meaning his students) to be like you.”
SPOILERS for Noise Breaking below—if you want the scene to have full impact maybe read this after reading it? Shoot it’s like one line, but what a line—-okay you’ve been warned, let’s continue:
Thinking and thinking and thinking about the apology scene in chapter 39 of Noise Breaking where Johnny tells Daniel: “I was trying to make you more like me.”
Anyway when I was reading Noise Breaking I didn’t even think about how Johnny trying to beat and intimidate Daniel into being more like him might have had something to do with how Kreese shaped Johnny first. And the whole Noise Breaking scene starts with Daniel asking Johnny if he still believes in Kreese’s No Mercy philosophy so the subtext is there to make this parallel! And Noise Breaking chp 39 came out before Season 5 dropped—so like! God!! What synchronicity! What use of the cycles of abuse theme!
Cobra Kai therapy scene
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@nomercyonlytears
Noise Breaking
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theplatinumcritter · 11 months
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Dorym Week Day 5: Prompt,Oops All AUs
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm, Orym & Dorian Storm Characters: Orym (Critical Role), Dorian Storm Additional Tags: Campaign 3 (Critical Role), Discord: Dorym Nation (Critical Role), Dorym week, Alternate Universe - Star Wars Setting, Mandalorian Orym, Jedi Dorian Storm, Fluff, Getting told a story, idk TAGS, they're not together but, the vibes, and the parallels, no beta we die like bertrand bell Summary:
A long time ago in a galaxy far away... A story is being told.
A story about a Jedi and a Mandalorian.
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AKA just a simple Star Wars AU for Dorym Week <3
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