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alectoperdita · 9 months

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i don’t know how this could be conveyed in fic, but i’m always thinking about kaiba filming promos and what not for tournaments/dm stuff and he makes snarky jokes about jounouchi’s presence but the camera keeps zooming in his face to emphasize the adoration and glee on his face when he sees jou do /any/thing. but kaiba is not selfaware. he reviews the footage wondering why the cameras keep recording his reaction during jou’s duels instead of the audience. they want u 2 notice something, kaiba

Ooo this is such a juicy idea, anon! I love me a pining Kaiba. It's even more entertaining when he's a bit oblivious.

I know you didn't quite mean this as a challenge, but it activated my outsider-POV-loving neurons. So I attempted to write a little ficlet based on your idea. Sorry, that was why I was delayed in responding to your ask. Also apologies that I'm a little rusty. Haven't been writing regularly recently. 😭 I hope you still enjoy it.

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Kenji always figured that Kaiba's, well, everything was an act. A show persona put on for the masses to sell his tech and promote his tournaments.

No one could be that genuinely ridiculous.

Except he was. Kaiba appeared to be every bit that extra, as Kenji's teenage daughter would say.

("Dad, no one says that anymore!")

Because in the week since he started following the larger-than-life CEO around, he recorded a number of baffling incidents on film. Initially, he wrote them off as the producers' or Kaiba's people's attempt to inject more oomph into the series. It wouldn't be the first time. Kenji wasn't paid to care about that. He was the film crew. His job was to point the camera wherever the producers told him.

But not even Kaiba would stage an attempted kidnapping as a publicity stunt, right?

Kenji could've done without that one. Not just because he got far closer to a gun-toting maniac than he ever wanted to. The police also confiscated his equipment and that day's footage for their investigation.

But they were back to business the very next day. Nothing changed except for a few extra suits lurking in the background. Kaiba showed no signs of being shaken or slowing down. He had a tournament to throw, after all.

That tenacity and resilience were admirable. Kenji could see why Kaiba was so successful at his young age. Barely nineteen and he had the world in the palm of his hand. It was easy to forget the boy wasn't that much older than Kenji's little girl.

Nowhere was that more apparent than when Kaiba was surrounded by his peers.

Kenji kept his camera trained on the trio of teenagers. Kaiba towered over most, including people twice his age. Next to Mutou Yugi, he looked like a telephone pole.

"Kaiba-kun!" Yugi grinned, craning his neck to meet Kaiba's eye. "Glad to see you're well!"

Even an old fuddy-duddy like Kenji (again, much to his heartbreak, his daughter's words) knew about the storied rivalry between Kaiba Seto and the King of Games. But he was surprised by how calmly and politely Kaiba returned the greeting, even if his tone was a touch gruff. Kenji was unfamiliar with the blond boy who slung an arm over Kaiba's shoulders, however.

The blond boomed. "Still in one piece, eh? Saw the news about what happened. You really kicked those guys' asses."

Kaiba swiftly threw off the arm, but the blond didn't seem too offended. He also took a step to the side to put space between them. In profile, the tips of his ears went pink.

"They should've known better than to try anything. They've learned the hard way," Kaiba grunted. He made a motion to dust off his left shoulder, where the blond's hand rested mere seconds ago, yet his fingers seemed to linger momentarily on his flamboyant coat.

Not that the blond noticed. He was busy sweeping his gaze across the surrounding. "Yeah, tournament security's tighter than usual. Noticed 'em spooks hanging everywhere." Then he spotted Kenji. Or more likely Kenji's camera lens. He immediately perked, straightened, and puffed out his chest while flashing a crooked grin. "Hey, are they filming me?"

"No, deadbeat. Who would want to film you? They're filming me," sneered Kaiba.

The blond snapped toward Kaiba and took a step forward with his hands fisted at his side. A menacing move if directed at most people, but Kaiba wasn't cowed. He merely stared down his nose at the other boy.

The air crackled with palpable tension. If they started fighting, should Kenji keep filming or break up the fight? His producers probably preferred the former.

Yugi's eyes flitted between the two boys, then to the camera. "Kaiba-kun, Jounouchi-kun, calm down. Let's not fight before the tournament. I'm sure Kaiba-kun didn't mean that."

Kaiba and the blond, presumably Jounouchi, stared at each other for several more beats.

With a scoff, Jounouchi wheeled back and stuffed his hands into his ripped jeans. "Whatever. They can get a load of when the great Jounouchi-sama beat your flat ass out in the arena."

Kaiba smiled a sharp, toothless grin. "In your dreams."

Another charged pause.

Yugi shifted nervously.

"Only if you're lucky."

Kaiba's expression froze up. It looked as if he'd blue-screened and crashed. His ears were definitely pink now, though Jounouchi likely didn't catch that given how intensely he was staring at Kaiba's face.

But it didn't escape Kenji's notice. Or his camera.

Jounouchi smirked. "What? Cat got your tongue there, Kaiba?"

Kaiba coughed, making an admirable recovery. His expression retained an imperious quality when he replied, "Hardly. I'm merely stunned by your astonishing lack of self-awareness."

Jounouchi rolled his eyes. "Whatever, man. You're fulla hot air."

And just like that, they found their way back to the conventional arena of trash talk.

Yugi checked his watch. "We should get to our places, Jounouchi-kun. It's almost time."

"Run along, deadbeat. Or you'll be disqualified before you even take a step into the stadium."

Jounouchi made a rude gesture that Kenji was sure they'd blur in post. Yugi cheerfully wished Kaiba luck before following the other boy. Strangely, though, Kaiba's gaze seemed to linger on the departing figures. For no more than a beat or two, then he straightened and strode down the hall in the opposite direction, coat tails flaring dramatically in his wake. Kenji had to hand it to the boy's stylist.

***

There was a surprising amount of downtime when the duelists weren't playing. Much more standing around and gossiping and observing the current game than Kenji expected. Now that the tournament had officially started, Kaiba joined the other duelists stadium-side. Kenji naturally followed him.

Kaiba stood ramrod straight, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the tournament proceed. It was a picturesque pose, but even that became dull when he did and said nothing further. He had already played his first seed of the tournament and won summarily.

Kenji hoped this wasn't how the rest of the day played out. It would be dreadfully boring in that case.

Then Jounouchi took center stage for his duel.

Kaiba scoffed silently, but he remained as attentive as ever. Maybe even more so.

Not even two turns in, the mic picked up Kaiba's stray comments.

"Again with that unreliable gambling mechanic."

Still, he grunted in near approval when Jounouchi called his coin flip correctly. Soon, his stance and facial muscles eased to a state one might even call relaxed.

"Lucky," he muttered when Jounouchi countered his opponent's trap, but the light in his blue eyes shone brightly.

Kenji was a Duel Monsters novice, but he could read the room. The crowd's energy—Kaiba's energy changed as soon as Jounouchi was backed into the corner. Even Kenji winced when the opponent's monster halved Jounouchi's lifepoints with one attack.

Kaiba took a step forward before catching himself. A newfound tension vibrated through his body as Jounouchi picked himself from the floor. "Don't tell me that's all you got, deadbeat," he snapped to no one in particular. "This is just the first round."

Jounouchi didn't give up. Determination shone through his every move and declaration. It made for dramatic television, which the official tournament crew was filming. Kenji stayed focused on his assignment, which was recording Kaiba's every reaction to Jounouchi's moves.

A cheer rose among the spectator.

Kaiba stiffened, but the corner of his lips twitched. Upward. "Oh, he updated his deck."

Something warm and fond bubbled beneath the surface. It might be pride.

A dragon materialized on Jounouchi's side of the field. Kenji couldn't help but be struck by how its appearance was the polar opposite of Kaiba's sleek, white ace monster—black leather wings, sharp, and covered in spikes.

Ironic.

Or, dare Kenji think it as he zoomed in on Kaiba's face, serendipitous, judging by Kaiba's familiar expression. It was the same one Kenji's daughter wore when she thought of her "beloved"—one Kenji probably still made for his Ikuko. Infatuation was the best word for it.

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"Isono."

"Yes, Seto-sama?"

Isono glanced up from where he was taking notes of his boss's comments to send back to the production team. Reviewing the cut footage took time, but Kaiba had a vested interest in how he was portrayed and he preferred the hands-on approach in this instance. Kaiba's brow furrowed as he watched scenes of Jounouchi's tournament duels interspersed with close-ups of his own face and reactions.

"Why is it so focused on the deadbeat's duels?" he asked. Not angry, though clearly baffled. Even now, Kaiba's attention was glued to Jounouchi's face as it always was whenever the blond duelist came into the vicinity.

A moth drawn to the flames.

Isono's eyes flitted between his boss's current oblivious face and his smitten expression caught on film. Most people wouldn't recognize him as smitten, including Kaiba himself. Isono did, thanks to his years of employment, though he initially doubted it. Evidently so did the cameraperson.

For a second, Isono contemplated confronting his employer about his crush. But he liked his job. Kaiba was a bright young man. He would eventually realize it, right?

He cleared his throat. "Jounouchi-san performed quite favorably in this recent tournament. Stories about underdog competitors are always a crowd favorite."

He gave himself a mental pat on the back. Both statements were technically true.

"He did perform above expectation," mumbled Kaiba, studying the paused image of Jounouchi on the screen.

Isono dared to hope on his employer's behalf. Then it was dashed.

"We'll see how long his luck lasts then," Kaiba smirked.

One day, thought Isono, Kaiba will realize what had been staring him in the face all along.

#replies #anonymous #joukai asks #puppyshipping #violetshipping #kaijou #yugioh #my fanfiction #i admit i was kinda thinking about Usagi's dad for Kenji hahaha

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profoundbondfanfic · 7 months

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miracles happen

miracles happen by sleepinnude Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 3k

Smith City Veterinary is a small operation with their regular clients and not much excitement. Until Dean Carter comes in with his sad eyes and his rescue dog, Miracle. The vet techs are all more than a little in love with him but it's clear that there's something haunting Dean.

This story might not be an overly long one, but it has become one of my favorite post canon fix-it fics out there!

For one, it is told from an outsider point of view and I’ve always been a sucker for that. I love to see our boys depicted from a third (sometimes oblivious to everything involved) party and it’s always fun to see different backgrounds and experiences explored as they analyze our boys from a distance.

Second, this fic manages to tug violently on your heartstring with very few words and that is surely something I have always enjoyed!

It is told from the perspective of a veterinary clinic where everyone becomes rather interested when a man named Dean starts to come regularly with his dog Miracle. There is something intriguing about the guy, with the way how soft he acts with his pet while at the same time carrying such a deep sadness. The employees of the clinic see it all unravel during those visits and it’s just a (sometimes painful) delight to read it all!

So please, click on that link now 😁

#destiel #fic rec #general audiences #<10k #canon verse #post canon #fix it #angst with a happy ending #outsider!pov #grief #temporary character death #friends to lovers #author: sleepinnude #miracles happen

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foxsketch6543 · 1 month

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Jessie “Stormy” Black

(AKA “Cipher”)

(BTW Jessie uses any pronouns but they/it are default)

So far, they were mostly created for my VBros AU that I'm making, and they are meant to be a polar opposite to Pete White and he met them after all the events in VBros Season 7 and the movie and they have a positive relationship. Jessie is a petty hacker and has a history of tampering with technology and computers but works at a Best Buy and is a skilled coder.

Jessie likes old games from the 70s-90s, Sci-Fi media, and has a bad sweet tooth, and loves a lot of candies or anything sugary. (Especially energy drinks!) And they attended Stuyvesant University around the same time Pete and Rusty attended State University during the events of the flashbacks of ‘Past Tense’. They mostly lived in Brooklyn, NY for most of their life. LOL

At some point had started its villain career in the 80s as ‘Cipher’ where they were and at some attempted to arch Captain Sunshine at some point and later on “retired”. And they happen to have some Guild connections but wasn’t registered because they wanted to “fly solo” and didn’t see eye-to-eye with them. But in the very late 90s and early 2000s they kinda rebranded their moniker with themselves being an online blogger where they have conspiracy theories and had dirt on “protagonists” and lots of lore related crap. So far throughout Cipher’s villain career, they were most anonymous and hidden underground in obscurity.

Stormy was meant to be a loose foil to Pete and it has ambition and is independent and claims not to need people. So far, they're each other's yin and yang and are two sides of the same coin but are able to balance each other out pretty well and developed a close bond. But the two are starcrossed but they still have feelings for each other but remained close friends and has a soft spot for him.

Their relationship is kind of like Daffy and Tina from Looney Tunes Show.

Meanwhile Stormy just became their own character while developing them. And them being an anti-villain is a lot of fun writing too. LOL

Also Stormy used to have an online frienemyship with Gary/21, but IRL they’re good acquaintances but other are unaware and oblivious to their online personas bickering as each other’s friendly rivals. Meanwhile, they’re in the background and a regular person with a regular but witnessed weird shit going on in New York. LOL

They do have a history with hijacking and tampering computers media stations, and tech, but they aren’t associated with the Guild. This character also has massive Riddler vibes (and Livewire) but just commits petty vandalism and just likes to troll people. Their arc is them having a balance with their double life and touch fucking grass for once.

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imagines--galore · 1 year

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||Lucky Break||

Summary: When a building nearly collapses on top of Lucky Penny, Superman assumes the worst.

Pairing: Superman x Lucky Penny - Clark Kent x Penelope PennyworthOC (DC)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Mentions of near death.

A/N: Just a bit of background, Penelope is the grand-niece of Alfred Pennyworth and Bruce considers her a sister. No she doesn’t have any powers. But she is instrumental when it comes to designing and coming up with the the gadgets used by Batman. As well as the tech that the Justice League uses. And she kind of acts as the comm master whenever they’re out in the field, delegating tasks and helping them figure out the tactical side of fighting.

Also I am now taking requests so go ahead and send me stuff. You can find my rules here. Please send me stuff to write!

“No! No! No! No!”

The constant cry was followed by the sound of rocks being shifted around as the Kryptonian dug through the debris. He barely noticed as Wonder Woman landed nearby, her eyes shining with worry as she surveyed the damage.

“Superman?” The Amazonian called out. “Is sh-“ She was instantly cut off by the man.

“She’s buried under there!” He grunted as he lifted a particularly heavy piece of debris and flung it aside. “I have to get her out!”

Flash skidded to a halt next to the black haired woman. His heart stuttered in his chest at the sight of the destruction. “C-could she have even survived….?” His words trailed off as Wonder Woman shot him a look of warning. Superman had indeed heard him but he chose to ignore the words.

“We need to get her out! She’s probably hurt.”

His teammates glanced at one another before starting to help him as well. Wonder Woman was beside Superman, pushing aside concrete and debris, while Flash made quick work of running around the parameter, keeping an eye out for any movement.

“Bats is gonna kill us.” The speedster mumbled over their still connected comms. “He is actually going to kill us then do something worse then death to our bodies.” Wonder Woman was quick to scold him.

“Focus on finding her Flash. She knew the consequences of her actions. She is a warrior who knew the risks.” Pulling back an arm she punched through a wall of concrete that was stuck, watching it crumble away. A heaviness seemed to settle in her chest when she did not find anything underneath. Diana had no desire to loose a friend and comrade in arms. She simply kept digging.

Flash came to a stop next to her picking up dust as he did. “If anything I hope shes alive for his sake.” He whispered to the Amazonian. The two Leaguers stopped what they’d been doing to watch their friend still digging desperately through the debris. His uniform was covered in dust and his normally neat appearance was unkempt. But his eyes were the worst of all. Even from the few feet of distance between them, Diana could make out the sheer desperation in them. Flying next to him, she laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Superman? Maybe you should step away. Call for reinforcements while Flash and I-” She was cut off when the Man of Steel suddenly went completely still. He stood, his eyes unfocused and his hands trembling.

“I-I didn’t even get to tell her.” He spoke in a low tone. Diana’s heart grew heavy at the sheer amount of heartbreak and sadness in his voice. Flash, as oblivious as ever, frowned.

“Tell her what?” He asked, pushing aside a relatively smaller piece of rock.

“That I love her.”

The proclamation caused the speedster to drop the heavy rock he’d been lifting, kicking up a lot of dirt and making him cough.

“Wh-coughcough-what?!”

Silence followed. The man in blue dropped to his knees, burying his face in his hands. Both Flash and Wonder Woman were at a loss. They had never seen him react the way he was. Superman was their leader. The man who stood as a symbol of peace and hope for the people of Earth. The apparent death of their team member seemed to have taken the fight out of him.

“Sh-she can’t be gone.” The Flash whispered, his shoulders drooping as a dark cloud began to form over his normally upbeat persona. Wonder Woman bit her lower lip, her mind flashing to how Batman would react to the death of the woman he considered his closest family.

Clark’s mind was racing a mile a minute. Memories of her. Of every moment they had shared, just flashing before his eyes. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. So loud he barely registered the heartbeats of those around him. Sorrow and dread began to creep in his veins. Ice cold and flashing hot at the same time. For once in his life his knees had trembled and he’d been forced to kneel. He felt empty. Completely and utterly devoid of any feeling. He hadn’t felt this way since his father died.

“You know? If my nearly dying was all it would’ve taken for you to admit you loved me, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

The voice came through their comms, slightly distorted and warbling. All three heroes began to look around frantically. Flash, never one to stand still, made a dash around the crash site. Only a second later a happy cry echoed through the comms.

“Lucky! Man am I glad you’re alive.” Wonder Woman floated over to the sound of Flash celebrating, leaving Superman to follow after her. As she crested a rather large piece of fallen building, she was met with the sight of her presumably dead team member.

Her uniform was torn in places, the mask covering her eyes ripped at the seams, her body covered in scratches, hair in disarray, a wide cut across her cheek. Flash seemed to be supporting her as she stood. A quick glance showed her keeping her left foot off the ground. She must’ve hurt it. Yet despite the fact that Lucky Penny looked half dead, the brightness that was unique to her eyes still shone through. The woman offered the Amazonian a smile, though it came out as more of grimace as the pain at her side flared.

“I am glad you are alive Lucky.” Wonder Woman stated warmly, reaching out to grasp her friend’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. Lucky Penny laughed softly as Flash nodded.

“Yeah! Imagine having to tell Bats that you had died on our watch. Phew! We wouldn’t have been safe anywhere in the galaxy. Although,” He smirked as he spied Superman approach them, walking towards them instead of flying. “I think Supes would’ve handed himself over to Bats of his own free will.”

For being the fastest man alive, Flash could be a little slow when the situation called for it. He didn’t notice her swaying on her feet, and nearly didn’t catch her when she fainted. He almost didn’t catch her in his arms, supporting her body as it went limp. Both Wonder Woman and Superman called out her name in worry.

“Seems she hit her head pretty hard there.” Flash muttered, carefully zipping over to the still approaching Superman and depositing the dark haired woman into his arms. “She’s all yours Supes.” So saying, the red clad man ran off to deal with the civilians gathering nearby. Wonder Woman, with a knowing smile directed at her two friends, followed after him.

Clark looked down at the woman in his arms. She had always seemed so fragile and delicate, but now, with the way she was hurt and unconscious, she seemed even more so. Oh, he knew just how tough she was. Penny could give Bruce a run for his money when it came to being stubborn and pushing yourself to the limit. Sighing deeply, the uneasiness in his heart lifting a little now that he knew she was safe, Clark simply rose to the sky to get her the help she needed.

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It took awhile, but she finally woke from her near comatose state.

According to Martian Manhunter the injuries were quite severe, and recovery would be long. Penny had asked him not to go into too much detail when it came to telling Batman about her condition, but she knew it was a futile attempt. Still can’t blame a girl for trying.

Green Lantern and Hawkgirl had already been in to see her and ask about her well-being. Hawkgirl had praised her for her bravery. Green Lantern, on the other hand, had been downright furious, saying she had no right to risk her life like that. Penny found his reaction sweet, and had teased him about it. Saying how she always knew he had a soft spot for her. The two of them had never seen eye-to-eye ever since the formation of the Justice League. Green Lantern didn’t think they needed someone to boss them around over comms during fights and various other skirmishes. Lucky Penny had taken that as an insult and had been just as cold towards him as he had been to her. But their relationship had thawed overtime. And the way he had reacted just now, proved that she had managed to worm her way into his heart. Despite his various protests that it wasn’t so.

As Hawkgirl dragged him away so that their companion could rest, Penny leaned back against the fluffy pillows on her bed. Batman had been to visit her too. Though it had just included him simply standing and staring at her. She had stared right back, offering him a slight smile. That seemed to be enough for the man in black as he had exited the room without another word. Penny had relaxed after he left. Bruce would tell Alfred she was fine and on the mend. The worry she had detected in his posture had disappeared once he had made sure she was fine.

Now the only person left to reassure was a certain man clad in blue.

Apparently he had not left her side since J’onn had begun to treat her. Simply sitting there on the couch and keeping an eye on her vitals. Penny had a sneaking suspicion he was monitoring her heartbeat via x-ray vision. He had also been the one to inform J’onn of ever single injury, cut or bruise she had in excruciating detail. And when she had tried to tell him that she was alright, Clark had simply given her a dark look. She had kept her mouth shut after that. Normally, she would test his patience, but for the time being she didn’t think it wise to do so.

And so here they were. Sitting and staring awkwardly at each other.

Well awkward on her part. He was perfectly content with the tension in the room.

After a few minutes of simply fiddling and squirming where she sat, Penny turned her gaze to Clark, smiling nervously at the look of sheer vexation on his face. She cleared her throat. “Well destroying the building was the only way to make sure the technology and blueprints could never be used.” The woman tried to reason. Silence followed her words as Clark continued to stare at her. Finally, she sighed and fixed him with an exasperated look. “What now you’re not gonna talk to me?”

Silence.

An aggravated sigh fell from her lips. “Kent, I had to do what I thought was right.”

Instantly his entire body language changed. The words probably acted as a trigger for him as he stood up, marching to stand next to her on the bed, nearly looming over her.

“And that included sacrificing yourself?” Penny stared up at him in absolute defiance. “If dying for a greater good is the way to go then I will take it.” She spoke with absolute conviction in her voice. “You should know. How many times have you nearly sacrificed yourself for all of us?”

Clark frowned, crossing his arms over the symbol on his chest. “Thats different?” The injured woman frowned in response, mirroring his arms. “Why? Because you’re seemingly indestructible?” There was no way she would be letting this go.

Who in the hell was he to say whether she could sacrifice her life or not? Sure he was the leader of the Team she worked with, but they were all free to do whatever they wanted. So long as it was legal and didn’t cause anyone harm. His eyes blazed, and for a moment Penny caught sight of the Kryptonian underneath that dealt with villains.

“Yes! Because I can take a chance with a plan as stupid as detonating a building. Because I can walk away from a falling building. I can dust off and get back up again. You can’t.” His voice was full of frustration as he spoke, running a hand down his face as he did.

Penny seemed to shrink where she sat, propped up against several pillows. “Way to make a girl feel weak Kent.” She muttered. There was no malice in her words, and certainly no anger. Penny knew out of everyone in the Justice League, she was the least equipped in terms of strength and speed. She didn’t hold it against anyone though. They all had powers while she didn’t. Minus Bruce, but he was stronger then her because of his training, so still the weakest of the Team.

Catching the dejected way she looked at him, Clark sighed. He moved to stand next to her. “You know what I mean Penny.” He said softly. Her brown gaze lifted to meet his, a pout pulling at her lips as she did. “Now you know its not fair. I can’t stay mad at you when you’re looking at me like that.” She joked, reaching up to gently bump the side of his arm with her bandaged hand. The gauze was wrapped around her fingers mostly, so when he suddenly took her hand, she could feel the warmth of his skin through the bandage.

Slowly he lowered himself so he could be in her direct line of sight, instead of where she had to crane her head back to look up at him. He was on his knees now, just as he had been when he thought he had lost her.

“That was just a lucky break for you Penelope. What if the next time you aren’t so lucky? What then? What will I tell Alfred? How do you think Bruce will handle you dying? Or the rest of the Team?”

Guilt crept along her body, bubbling deep within her gut as she broke away from his intense, imploring gaze and directed it towards the white sheets that covered her body. “I - I suppose I wasn’t thinking about everyone. I just wanted to do what was right.” She finally said. Clark shook his head. “I’m not telling you off for doing the right thing Pen. I just want you to see that you getting hurt, or worse, will result in a lot of people hurting in the process as well.”

She glanced up at him. “People, Kent?”

He gave a deep chuckle, raising her injured hand to his lips and giving it a small kiss. “Yes Pen, People.” A beat of silence before he spoke again. “But to be honest, I’m asking you to be more careful because I don’t want you to get hurt.” He admitted. “And I know its selfish of me to ask something like this of you, especially when I tend to run into danger head on as well, but I’m saying this because I love you.”

Even though she had heard him say those words before, they hadn’t been directed towards her. Not really anyway. So for him to say it directly to her? An entirely new range of emotions welled within her, emotions that had her wanting to laugh and cry at the same time. Which was ridiculous, and yet it made perfect sense.

A long stretch of silence followed his words, where she simply looked at him. Clark was content on looking back, as if he were still reassuring himself that she was alive and safe.

Which was why when he blinked and found her face only a few meters from his, he nearly jumped back in surprise. She didn’t give him any time to do so, as her lips found the very corner of his mouth and lingered there for a good few seconds before pulling back.

Clark was a little too stunned to do anything. He hadn’t been expecting her to kiss him. Mostly because Penny was rather reserved when it came to her emotions. Just like her brother. As she shifted to lean back against her pillows once more, the blush on her bronze skin was prominent.

“You are the bane of my existence Clark Kent.” She was referring to the multiple occasions, she had given a set of instructions or orders during a mission and he had gone in a completely different direction. He had pissed her off on more then one occasion, and she had annoyed him so many times by telling him off about ignoring her that they didn’t even have a tally to keep score.

Yet somewhere along the way of shouting matches and snide comments, he had begun to listen to her suggestions. And she, in turn, began to take his strength and brute force into consideration when coming up with tactical solutions. It was slow going, and they still go on one another’s nerves. Still fought and argued. Yet it held an intensity that had never been there before.

And intensity that had culminated in feelings neither of them had planned on developing when it came to the other party.

And yet, here they were.

“But, I love you too.”

The expression on his face that followed her confession was as bright as any star she had ever seen.

He moved forward, and she knew he was about to kiss her, but she held up her other hand, pressing her fingers to his lips and laughing softly at the look on his face.

“And I would prefer to be kissed when I don’t look like I’ve been used as a punching bag.” She referred to her injured state. “Also I’m really hopped up on pain medication, so there is a chance you might need to confess to me again.”

The answering laugh that followed the words made her fall in love with the Kryptonian even more.

#clark kent x oc #clark kent x reader #superman x oc #superman x reader #dc imagine #clark kent x y/n #superman x y/n #henry cavil #justice league

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divine-donna · 1 year

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manners maketh man

i think everyone knows which pedro pascal edit went viral on tik tok. and consequently, i got kingsman edits. and then i rewatched the movies. so in the end, we get this post.

have fun with these headcanons! we can even call this a spy au since the kingsman franchise falls under that genre of films.

ser criston cole

a man on an exchange assignment from the dornish red wine company, criston is a suave man that you get paired with for the assignment. your goal is to show him the ropes. but the dornish tend to do things a little differently and the two of you clash heads because of your different way of doing things. despite the differences, you have immense respect for criston. he even saves your life when you let your guard down.

“it wouldn’t do me any good if my partner was dead. i would be an awful dornishman if you died on my watch.”

daemon targaryen

a more senior member of the seven kings trading company, the man has been out of the game for quite some time. he’s very particular about his safety due to his work experience. and daemon is very shocked to find you at his doorstep, a new member of the seven kings trading company. something has happened to his brother and viserys told you to go to daemon in case anything went wrong. of course his brother was able to figure out how to locate him long ago. begrudingly, he becomes your partner to teach you his own tricks. and maybe he even learns a few from you.

“now (y/n), the secret here is to- no! please do not do that! not unless you want us to get caught and for the whole building to explode! geez. what do they even teach you guys now?”

rhaenyra targaryen

it was expected of rhaenyra to step up as a member of the seven kings trading company. after all, her father had led them and she must prove her worth as a trainee. she had no issues completing it and becoming a formidable spy. but the woman lacked...restraint. she was impulsive and went into things head on. you were assigned as her partner to get her to stop being impulsive and think about decisions. you both did not mesh well and it wasn’t until you get kidnapped did rhaenyra finally learn to think things through first. and you? you learned to blow shit up more.

“listen the reason why you suck at talking to people is because you are more concerned with how you are perceived and the way you look. here, look at me. loosen your posture. unbutton the top buttons of your shirt for gods’ sake!”

alicent hightower

alicent hightower is a notable member of tech support. she’s created a variety of new weapons for the seven kings trading company and you just happen to be her favorite agent to work with. you’re quite oblivious to the looks of longing she has towards you, how she always keeps a stash of gadgets and parts for you specifically that no one else can touch, the fact that she clears her schedule just for you. she’s a busy woman after all. however, you’re too caught up in fieldwork to notice her affections. or even pick up on them.

“oh nyra what do i do?! i have done everything and (y/n) still does not notice me!....what? no! i can’t just loosen up and tell them! it’s a lot more complicated than that and you know it! i’m not you or (y/n). i’m just...alicent!”

aegon targaryen

you loved your boyfriend. you really did! were you a little frustrated that he never really talked about his family and you knew nothing of his background? yes. but you decided not to pry. you both were happy and content. that was all that mattered. but when aegon came home after grocery shopping, he found the apartment in disarray and a single message: (y/n) for sunfyre. he hated seeing that name and it led him back to the seven kings trading company. aegon left the life of espionage when he was able to. it was too much pressure to perform. but now you were on the line and he had no choice but to go back in.

“why don’t we just give them the goddamn usb! i don’t have to do anything, (y/n) is safe and unharmed, and we all go about our lives! i don’t even want to be here but i have to be because of you guys. and my partner was kidnapped because of me!”

aemond targaryen

when you were younger, you were a trainee alongside aemond targaryen. he showed a lot of promise and he beat you out of becoming a field agent. but you were approached by his father for something else. your skills could serve off the field. so you became a medic and a researcher. aemond came to you often since the two of you were relatively close during your training days. plus you had to measure his eye so you can make him a new prosthetic that fits accordingly. what you don’t notice is how he comes in with small injuries just to see you or even his flirtations. he’s pretty obvious about it but you brush it aside, thinking you were just imagining things.

“(y/n)! talk to me for a little bit. ignore your work. i’m sure the files can wait....okay maybe not, but this is important because i was wondering if you and i could go get dinner sometime? you rarely leave this place and your home. it would do you some good to get some fresh air.”

helaena targaryen

you loved using a variety of poisons and nonlethal weapons in the field. it made getting information out so much easier, as well as sneaking around. of course, you always took a visit to your favorite toxicologist: helaena. she tended to work in isolation as one of the very few toxicologists at the seven kings trading company but she was the best. her mother was alicent hightower after all, so brilliance ran in the family. you have been enamored with helaena since you first met her after completing training. but you’ve never had the courage to make a move and helaena doesn’t seem to notice how you’re always flustered around her whether it’s awkwardly laughing, your cheeks feeling hot, or your very specific compliments about her outfits, hair, or the product she’s giving you.

“(y/n), have you met dayron? i hear he’s an interesting fellow. i’m mostly asking because he put in a request for something. oh and i got this for you. it’s nonlethal. in case you want to get high after a job.”

jacaerys velaryon

the job interview took a long time and was very vigorous. you were excited to be a new member of the seven kings trading company’s tech team. one of the more experienced members of the group that you started working with was jacaerys. a lot of people were surprised he went into tech considering his parents’ reputation as field agents. but he enjoyed a life that was a little more peaceful and meant he wouldn’t die getting shot at. you liked jace but you failed to notice how his feelings grew stronger than friendship. and after working in tech for so long, you began to ask him if he wanted to do more than tech. jace loved you. he was ready to support you in whatever endeavor you wanted.

“i never really wanted to go into the field. most people found it stranger that i became tech support instead since my mother is a skillful field agent. but if you want to go into fieldwork, know i am behind you one hundred percent.”

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd headcanons #hotd au #hotd x reader #aegon the usurper #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #daemon targaryen #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #ser criston #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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sarunohadaki · 10 months

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Office AU/Workplace Prompts

Character A accidentally falls asleep at their desk during the work day. As punishment, B staples an article of their clothing to the desk (such as: tie)

A gets the promotion that nobody wanted

B calls in sick on the day of a big presentation and A has nothing but unsorted flashcards and a PowerPoint Presentation

After B calls in sick, the team (or A alone) decides to visit their home with a care package after work

An accounting error results in A receiving theirs AND B's quarterly bonuses

A is a new hire who feigns ineptitude to get out of working hard until they notice B bragging about being able to perform basic tasks and A decides to knock them down a peg

A and B have matching voice-mail messages

The coffee maker breaks and A (a non-coffee drinker) is the only one unaffected

The boss fires A and the rest of the team walks out in opposition

Coworkers go out for drinks after work

A and B pass each other sticky-note messages after being caught sending each other "inappropriate" messages over work email

Zoom meeting and A doesn't know how to turn off the dog filter

A forgets their earphones at home and blasts music from their office, oblivious to the fact that everyone can hear it

A has to borrow B's computer after a tech problem and discovers B's embarrassing desktop background

A and B engage in the weirdest water cooler chat(s)

A conducts B's performance review and isn't prepared for their reaction

Customers keep chatting B up in a flirtatious way so A steps in to shut it down

Gossip that A and B are dating starts to circulate and B puts an end to it via a mass email to the whole office

A and B compete for a promotion

A shames a customer for being rude to B so badly that the customer looks like they might cry

#writing prompts #writing idea #OTP prompts #prompts #Office AU #if any of this happened in the office you'll have to excuse me for reinventing the wheel

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escapism-from-the-real-world · 5 months

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Part 3

Dustin Brooks (THE BOY)

Background/story

Has two amazing parents that he loves very much

His dad taught him all about dirt bikes and they bond over it

Grew up on motocross and loved it from the start it is his life

His dad got him the bike he has now at the beginning of freshman year and he’s had it ever since

He gets his Adhd from his mom, who is an absolute sweetheart

She is also friends with Shane’s mom and they have family dinner together (Tori also joins once she gets adopted into the family)

Has an older sister who is much older than him so they aren’t incredibly close, but she’s a badass and he respects the hell out of her

She’s a lawyer and kicks legal butt, it’s great

Also has two younger siblings (one boy, one girl, twins, they are 7)

Can, have, and will kick Dustin’s butt when the urge arises

Very feisty but also protective of their favorite brother (he’s a fun bro who plays with them and rides a motorcycle)

He is the coolest and the dorkiest in their eyes

They love their big brother

His aunts and uncles live nearby and they visit pretty often

Has so many cousins

His house is constantly full of people

Just a very big family

He loves the chaos and has a hard time adjusting outside of it sometimes

They do those cheek kisses and Shane and Tori were very surprised when he first did it with them

It’s chill tho, they get it now

They have a game called ‘guess their relation to Dustin’

It’s a lot of fun

Shane and Tori were also his first real friends

While very friendly and sociable, he has a hard time getting close to people since he can come on a bit strong

People tried to bully him verbally, but it went right over his head so a lot of them resorted to physical violence to get their point across

He was a crier when he was little (no shame)

Shane and Tori were the first people that let him in and he was ecstatic

They are basically his pseudo siblings and they tease and banter a lot

Usually plays mediator for actual fights, but is also known to stand to the side and watch with popcorn (no one knows where he gets the popcorn)

He doesn’t understand half of what Cam says most of the time, but he likes how passionate he gets about tech

Sometimes he’ll just sit with Cam at Ninja Ops and have him talk as he does other stuff (usually homework)

Went off about power rangers with Cam after that first mission

Knows a lot about zords and morphers

When he does know what is going on that other half of the time, they have very complicated tech talk (Dustin can fix up motor bikes, he knows quite a bit of mechanics, thank you)

Dustin is Cam’s favorite (Shh don’t tell)

Was very excited when he started hanging around Blake and Hunter because Biking Buddies!!

Blue screens when he meets Blake and Hunter (they are very pretty) (Bisexual disaster)

They like bikes!!!! I like bikes!!! We should be friends!!!!

Oblivious to the sus at first, just excited to info dump about motocross

Picks up on it after a couple of weird encounters (Said they didn’t live with their parents then told Tori that they had parents to get back to)

Confused

Is kind of heartbroken when they turn out to be evil because he put a lot of his heart into that friendship

Is not following with what is happening in that cave with the crystal

Just knows their parents are dead (sad)

And then they left (sad)

And then they’re back!

But they’re evil again (sad and confused)

Deviance from canon!

Dustin comes up with the idea to wash the toxic chemicals off Hunter’s face

So they do

And it helps Hunter break out of the brainwashing spell after one last good hit over the head from Blake

Tackles Blake and Hunter into a hug after that whole debacle (much to the confusion of Blake and Hunter and to the delight and amusement of Shane and Tori)

Loves having Dirt Biking Buddies

They teach him a lot of tricks for going really fast

Blake is chill and Dustin sees him as a bro, but not like Shane and Tori

Him, Blake, and Hunter are pretty competitive for motocross, but they’re all good sports

Hunter is Dustin’s favorite because they’ll info dump on dirt bikes with each other and go on and on and on

Blake can too, but he usually bails to let them talk alone *wink wink*

They hang out a lot

Dustin’s family adore Blake and Hunter, especially the kids cause they’ll play with them

Kelly is also like a sister to him and he thinks she and his oldest sister would get along really well

Helps a lot with his motocross endeavors and encouraged him to keep improving

Always taking him to tournaments across the country when she can and thinks Dustin is one of the best motocross riders she’s ever seen

Dustin hates letting her down and is very protective of her and the shop

It’s his safe space and he loves it in there

Personality/headcanon/arcs

What do you mean it isn’t canon that he has Adhd, have you seen him?

Has Adhd, 100%

Has time blindness, selective memory, can’t sit still, impulsiveness, blunt, easily distracted, has a hard time with eye contact, special interests is dirt bikes, loves loud noise (he’s a punk/metal fan), and has a hard time with social cues so things fly over his head a lot

Also hyposensitive to most shit, can take a lot of hits and often doesn’t realize he’s hurt

Can also be spacey and gets into his head a lot so you have to keep his attention or he’ll get distracted and stop listening

Has Combined Adhd (a mix of hyperactive and inattentive) so he went undiagnosed for most of his life

Cam brought it up once and then he went to get diagnosed

“With regards to your Adhd-” “I have Adhd?” “... We’re taking you to the doctor.”

Things make a lot more sense now for everybody

He’s just a happy to be here

While he can be competitive, he’s the most mellow-headed out of everyone

I guess you could say he’s grounded

Haha

Is terrifying when mad

Him being upset is one thing (he’s like a sad puppy dog and no one can deny Dustin when he’s genuinely upset)

But he’s never, ever mad, so when he is you know shit’s about to go down

Shane and Tori have only ever seen him truly mad once and they it was the scariest thing they have ever seen

Dustin being nice is a choice, not a result of naivety

Is very affectionate with his buddies (hugs, pats, friendly punches, fistbumps, high fives, anything and everything) (cheek kisses only when he’s comfortable with them and if they are comfortable with it)

(Shane, Tori and Hunter are fine with them while Cam and Blake don’t really like them)

Is the most physically affectionate with Hunter for reasons

Many of them romantic

Eats a lot

Like, a lot a lot

The first time Blake and Hunter were with the crew for a food run, they were gobsmacked by the amount of food he got

“You guys getting anything?” “That was all for you???”

He’s a hungry boi (his powers are very energy consuming so he has to eat a lot to make up for it)

Speaking of powers

Is SUPER strong (he can lift 100 tons)

Has to be careful with his super strength and often hits things too soft in fear of hitting things too hard

Can sense the earth beneath his bike and uses it to find the smoothest/quickest path

Doesn’t know that’s what that is and just thinks everyone else is just being silly when they chose the worst paths to ride through

Blake and Hunter are the ones to tell him about what he’s doing when they accuse him of cheating and he gets very confused

very quick to pick up on stuff but also quick to forget (Has used his duplication technique like twice)

Specialized in the warhammer, but can also use a mace and axe

Is actually very smart thank you very much

He just has a funny way of showing it (Adhd)

Often comes out more like common sense

“What’s more powerful than 5 rangers?” “6 rangers!” “...Fair enough, let’s give it a shot.”

Everyone always forgets just how smart he is (expect Cam and Hunter, because Dustin can semi keep up with Cam’s rants and Hunter and Dustin rant about dirt bike mechanics all the time)

Just knows? The most random facts? And can do the most random things? (Adhd, bitch)

“Oh yeah, I play the sax.” “...What?”

“I can do a perfect, very complicated gymnastics routine.” “Why?” “I had a phase.”

“I know how to jumpstart and rewire almost every vehicle in existence including a fighter jet.” “Do I want to know?” “I had to hotwire my old bike once and it devolved from there.”

Has the best relationship with himself

That one episode where sensei has them “fight” themselves, Dustin is literally just playing with himself and is very excited to have another him

He’s having a blast

(Tori is just smart and figures out what’s going on and Shane is always ready to fight something)

Goes into Freestyling with Kelly as his sponsor after the show

Eventually does Freestyling and Motocross racing because he’s just build different

He and Blake race all the time and get very competitive (It’s all good fun tho)

Everyone tries to make it to as many competitions as they can

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#power rangers #power rangers ninja storm #dustin brooks #headcanon #character analysis #long post #Favoratism what favoratism?

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sophiesjunkblog · 4 months

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Sanders Sides/Leverage AU

So, I'm watching "Leverage" (2008), and Parker says a thing that reminds me of Logan. Now, I know that initially it would be super obvious that Logan would be the Brain, in Nate Ford's role. However, I have decided we're doing this my way, and that means I can build a whole AU off of the one thought.

Elliot Spencer/Hitter - Janus. I think that he really fits with the gray morals and quiet but strong connection to the cause. He has such a confusing background, and a lot of surprising skills he's picked up over the years that he enjoys using when he crafts his many, many intricate cover stories ("It's a very distinctive-"). He is good at infiltrating organizations as he just blends in until it is his time to strike. Besides, I think he would really love to throw people off by pretending to lean heavily on a cane or crook and then just spinning it around and smacking someone in the face.

Alec Hardison/Hacker - Virgil. I know this is very stereotypical with the whole "antisocial tech person" idea, but if it fits, it fits. Virgil is a genius at tracking people down, partially due to his over-attention to body language and speech/writing patterns, but he also enjoys hacking into security and traffic cameras to people-watch without the chance of them seeing him on his down time. He probably does less semi-grifting and is all remote if he can help it, but Janus definitely balances that out.

Sophie Devereaux/Grifter - Roman and Remus. Now, as much as I absolutely love Janus as the obvious choice for this role, I have my reasons. The twins being twins would give them so much more versatility, and be very funny at times. They can be both the elite socialite and the hardcore convict, at the same time! I think they probably work with Janus on occasion, though, similar to Parker and Sophie's relationship, and try to teach Logan some tips, at least so he won't be so suspicious when doing simple things like ordering coffee.

Parker/Thief - Logan. He's Been Through Some Things, operates by his own rules, and is extremely good at what he does. He probably hates doing the grifter stuff, though, and is very much uncomfortable to the point of stabbing and diving off a balcony to get out of it. He doesn't need to be good with people, he's good at stealing things. He struggles a little with identifying and communicating his emotions, but he really does care for his team. Slightly oblivious at times, but fully committed.

Nate Ford/Mastermind - Patton. He's a dad, and a dad to his team! He's got a bit of an issue processing (repressing) his strong emotions, and he struggles with the morality of being a thief when the "good guys" in his life turn out to be not so good. He probably really has a crisis with going to jail, but eventually is able to see things in a little less black and white. If he can help one person be safe, one child be with their parents, one family find peace, it's worth it.

I just really like the idea of them all living together and committing crimes for the good of society. It is a very good "buddy show" situation and their theoretical interactions make me smile. I'm just a huge sucker for Good Friendship Dynamic Teamwork :)

ALSO

In double-checking to see if anyone else did this, I was reminded that @ironwoman359 has also done a "Leverage" AU! I was very excited to see it, so go check it out for a different spin on things :)

#sanders sides #sanders sides au #logan sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #logic sanders #creativity sanders #deceit sanders #morality sanders #anxiety sanders #creativitwins #leverage

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kindheart525 · 4 months

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It was a busy Thursday afternoon at the Ponyville theatre, for there was soon to be a production of Roemeo and Muleiet put on by the local foals. A well-studied work of Shankspear, a timeless tale of a young seapony and mule defying their families for love, every young actor was thrilled to show off their talents in these roles.

And the tech crew was hard at work making sure everything would run smoothly behind the scenes.

Boot Polish strolled across the backstage workspace, proudly taking note of all the students working so diligently on their props.

“The scenery is coming along splendidly,” he voiced his pride out loud. “You are all excellently keeping pace. You have just over two weeks until tech week, so keep going!”

Several of the students murmured in affirmation through the paintbrushes and other tools clenched in their mouths. One of them commented,

“I’m sure we’ll be done in time, no problem. I wonder how the actors are doing?”

“Yesterday I heard Tiramisu in the bathroom practicing her lines for the nurse,” another replied.

“During class?”

“Mmhm!”

“Oh, those theatre ponies can’t get a break!” This techie, Skydance, put down their paintbrush with a chuckle. “Correction, they don’t let themselves get a break. Practicing their lines at every hour of the day. Eating, sleeping, and breathing the show.”

“Literally, I heard Dove Song practices her lines in her sleep.”

All the young techies laughed at this, and even Boot couldn’t help but chuckle along at the youthful passion.

Skydance was a bit cocky about it, though, but in a playful way.

“It’s not like it’s that hard!” They claimed. “All they have to do is memorize words and know where to walk. We have to paint backgrounds, and make costumes, and build a bunch of props that they end up breaking, and we only have this time to do it!”

As if to emphasize their more crunched schedule, they made a few paintbrush strokes on their prop as they spoke.

“Now, memorizing takes a great deal of effort as well,” Boot tried to gently point out. “The mental energy required can be grandiose. You only need ask Mrs. Stockholm about it.”

Although he was lighthearted in his explanation, a part of him felt like he was defending his wife, more particularly the honor of her life’s work as a master of memory.

“Consider, you get to leave here and go about the rest of your pursuits freely until the next session. The actors must work around the clock to ensure they have memorized their cues. Do you follow that?”

“Yeah, sure, I know,” Skydance somewhat waved him off. “I just think some of them overthink it.”

They put a hoof to their chest and raised another in the air in a somewhat exaggerated manner, taking a deep breath and reciting:

“Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Moraygue. What’s Moraygue? it is nor tail, nor hoof, Nor flank, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a creature. O, be some other name! What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.”

Despite their humorous intentions, Skydance delivered Muleiet’s monologue with such passion, yet such expert nuance, that their fellow techies couldn’t help but pause their work to watch. A small crown of them gathered around watching with wide eyes as if they were attending the play itself.

Skydance was oblivious to the stares even once they opened their eyes.

“That was like, half the monologue. I only had to read it a couple times to know all that, so why’s there such a big fuss? It’s easy.”

“Or maybe you’re just really good at remembering things.”

One of their peers commented. Another added,

“Yeah, like, I couldn’t memorize all that.”

A small chorus of mumbling indicated that others felt the same.

“Not just remembering, but like, acting too. You did really good.”

Even Boot had to take a moment to compose his thoughts after that small performance, having been temporarily lost in the surprise this budding talent brought him.

“Have you ever considered taking a role as an actor?”

“Not really.”

Skydance shrugged.

“I’m just not that type. I’ve met a few theatre ponies and I’m nothing like them. I mean, it’s kind of fun to pretend to be someone else sometimes, for laughs and such…”

Their demeanor changed a bit as they started reflecting more.

“And I guess it’d be kind of fun to do it on a stage. But I’m just not what you think of when you hear ‘actor,’ you know? You always think of the ones that are like, crazy about musicals!”

It was a wildly different situation, Boot almost wondered if it would be unfair to make such a comparison, but he couldn’t help but think of somepony he knew who was making her way in the theatre world. In a way, she, too, broke the mold of what most expected an actress to be, yet it was creating a world of opportunities for others.

“Now, who would earnestly suggest that there is one way for an actor to behave?”

He posed the question to his student.

“There is no one prescribed personality for an actor to have, nor a technical artist! You mustn’t allow that to limit you. If you feel you would enjoy being on the other side of the curtain, why, you should try it!”

Skydance’s eyes widened with wonder just thinking about it, but their face quickly twisted into a look of hesitation.

“You really think I should get into all that?”

“Whether you should is up to you,” Boot gently corrected them. “Nopony else can tell you what is meant to be. I only suggest that you consider it.”

A small smile formed on his face.

“You never know, it could be better than you dreamed.”

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Previous: Our Own Star Next (end flashback): Every Rose

This was a collaboration with characters drawn by: - Me (owner of Boot Polish and Skydance) - AzzyNextGens (owner of Honey Velvet) - @cornerofhell (owner of Sugar Skull) - @dumb-a-horses (owner of Nebula) - @dahliarauxt (owner of Apple Bites)

#KindsArt #auraverse #bridleway #boot polish #story piece #next generation #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 5 months

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So about that event with the past versions of Ladybug and Chat Noir in the one book event where Orpheus and Yuuki try not to face palm at their own parents(also making sure that neither of the other NRC students that came with them aka, Ortho, Sebek, Kalim, Jade, Trey, and Idia[yes let’s add him so he’ll be more confused and freak out more] will blab either). But since you said it was based on the movie(and that movie had some musical parts) does that mean Orpheus, and Yuuki plus the other NRC students will just start randomly singing out of no where(imagine if they are the only ones to notice that yet no one else around them does for weird reason :])

It is based of the movie... But that excludes the wierd singing moments. :v

I did say it is based a bit more from the movie, but it's also a smol mix in between, because if we go fully by the movie, then the reverse episode doesn't have any logical explanation for existing. So it's at the base a mix in between, minus the wierd singing. Like pls no more musicals. I never understood musicals -3-

It is more set during a... Let's say a timeskip. Like a random villan of the week thingie.

Imagine how ladybug and chat noir must've felt when this ladybug and cat heroes from the 'future' are brought up. (this is set in between s4's truth/lies and gang of secrets, so no Alya knowing or all that stuff) Like surely this wasn't any of bunnix's doing.

Plus apparently in class, they have new students. Damocles really didn't do any fucking background check on these 8, just immediately 'sure here's your schedule and everything'. Like damn, now Yuuki and Orpheus understood why their parents didn't really like their high-school principal. This is somehow both better and worse than Crowley.

They got money via pawning some of Kalim's jewels. He didn't have with him his most expensive jewellery and it wasn't like he couldn't get more once they were back, so ya know... Not a significant loss.

Yuuki, Orpheus, Ortho and Sebek get in our akuma class. Jade and Kalim get yeeted in a year older class and same for Trey and Idia. They all used intricate concealing charms and for Ortho they said that he usually wears a mask for health reasons. Ya know, just to not raise too much suspicions.

Ortho actually gets along with everyone. Everyone likes him and it's pretty hard to hate on him. Doesn't mean he won't rip you to shreds if you dare try to target his big 'siblings'(yes, yuuki counts)

Sebek is absolutely all over the fucking place. He hates this class in particular with a burning passion and nothing can stop him. He wants Lila to crash and burn and he is so baffled by the homeroom teach's methods. Basically someone had to keep an eye on Sebek as to not have a fucking seizure.

Orpheus and Yuuki feel like in some complex purgatory, since these are their parents right there. They are classmates! And their mom is pinning for their absolutely oblivious dad.

Kalim befriends the whole school and everyone pretty much would die for this Boi.

Jade is feared by the whole school and no one wants to be associated with him.

Idia dies during dodgeball! :D

Trey is the sane one... He's the most approachable and actually normal one. Until you bring up teeth. -3-

At one point, Orpheus and Yuuki have to give the others miraculous from their box(which is usually hid in the infinite storage dimension from either Yuuki or Orpheus's weapons) and they do bring even more confusion for our og heroes. Sometimes ladybug summons in battle someone with the same miraculous as one of our assigned 'heroes' so it's absolutely clear there's just doubles of every miraculous at this point.

Kalim gets assigned the pig, Trey the turtle, Jade the peacock, Idia the butterfly, Ortho the ox (which kinda is making him a bit too op if he still has all those hi-tech weapons still. He's now untouchable too.) and Sebek the fox (he bonks people with the flute like it's a baton and he's not once apologetic about it)

They tried everything to go back home, but they flunked by the book magic. So only when they fulfill their 'mission' they can dissappear. They don't even know what that is supposed to be?!

Their mission? Help Lb and CN mend their very sour teamwork.

It takes a lot of 'bush spying' and just trying to tell them point blank to try and talk out their issues. PLEASE COMMUNICATE FOR FFS SAKE-

When they do accomplish their mission, the book would get them back to the real world and everyone collectively agrees to not speak about it. Ever. Like they all went through very awkward situations and a lot of face-palm moments to the point even Kalim got salty about sum shit. KALIM! THE NICEST PERSON YOU'D EVER KNOW ALMOST TORE A NEW ONE TO SOMEONE.

Yeah... Nice experience, won't recommend :'3

#twisted wonderland #asks :3 #The Double miraculous Isekai

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umbreix · 2 years

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Spare us some thoughts about Nakazawa, everyone's favorite egg boi? And also blab about Kyousuke if you so desired?

MY SON.

Nakazawa is one of my favourites despite being an undeniable background character. I love that he is fundamentally, at his core, just some guy. That's it. He's just a dude. He's vibing. He's just chilling.

And despite that Homura Akemi, local timelooper, canonically knows his name. Canonically cares about him enough to pull him into her labyrinth. She too looks at this just some guy egg and gets an emotional attachment. Nakazawa is completely unaware of this.

Actual headcanon wise, I just kind of think Nakazawa is fun. He's not a part of any school clubs but he keeps volunteering to help out at them whenever there are events. He's kind of a tech nerd at heart and he and Kyosuke take turns infodumping about their interests.

A bunch of my other hcs are fic spoilers so hmm... I think he and Kyosuke are queerplatonic partners. They're an inseperable duo and people just kind of view them as a package deal. Where one goes so does the other. It's just kind of a natural conclusion that they're gonna keep being together, nobody ever questions it.

If either Hitomi or Sayaka had gotten Kyosuke to go on a date, Nakazawa absolutely would show up to it and Kyosuke would be confused as to why they want him to leave.

Gender-wise Nakazawa is, as a friend described him:

Kyosuke, I care about Kyosuke Kamijou far more than I thought I would when I first got into Madoka. In part it's about the grief of losing Sayaka, but also its in his potential.

He bases his worth on the violin, to the point of almost taking his life in Portable. He has a lot of potential growth that we never get to see because he absolutely is not the focus of this series, for him to grow past basing himself on his musical talent.

Also I love that, while oblivious (especially in terms of romance- though honestly Kyosuke seems uncomfortable with romance in general looking at how he is on the phone call with Hitomi) he does care about his friends a lot. When learning Sayaka is a Magical Girl he is a massive supporter and finds it really cool.

I like moving him from part of a love triangle and into the role of a supporting character going through his own growth and supporting the people around him in this strange new world he's discovered.

hmmm, other hcs.

Kyosuke is Agender, Aromantic, and Asexual. He wants absolutely none of it.

Kyosuke Kamijou should never, under any circumstances, enter a relationship with Sayaka Miki. It sucks for them both and can never end up well... Though I have, for the basis of many AUs, had that exact thing happen. (Sorry again to Felix about Anthony Kamijou, that poor fluffball deserves better)

Kyoko tries to get him to branch out with his style of music and it actually works out pretty well. The two become friends over it. (though Kyoko is more likely to throw an arm around Nakazawa and drag the poor egg into situations than Kyosuke)

Kyosuke and Nagisa meeting in the hospital and becoming friends is a hc that you'll have to claw out of my cold dead hands.

At the end of the day, Nakazawa is a fun character and Kyosuke is a character who has a lot of potential. I like to focus on them as friends of the quintet and expand on how they interact and support them, and the steps they need to take to grow aswell.

#tw sui ment #cause of portable

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galactic-dragoness · 2 years

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So I caved and made a Sonicsona’

Say hello to Prizm!

Name: Prizm the E.T.M. (Extra-terrestrial Mimic)

Species: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Gender: Female

Background:

Prizm is an outgoing and friendly E.T.M. that crash-landed on Sonic’s planet. She is found by Sonic himself in her goop form, and proceeds to pluck a quill from Sonic’s body. She then transforms into her hedgehog form, and explains that she is an alien from a distant galaxy that can shape shift by copying the DNA from a piece of material. She further asks to be taken to whoever is in charge of Sonic’s planet. When Sonic asks why, she states that she is seeking sanctuary from an interstellar war, and wants to live on Sonic’s world.

Sonic is more than happy to take her to G.U.N. and allow her to live in his world. Along the way, he introduces Prizm to all of his allies, who Prizm quickly befriends with no effort. She even manages to gain the trust of Shadow. The leaders of G.U.N., upon hearing Prizm’s backstory, allow her to live on the planet.

Eventually, Eggman shows up with his robots to try and conquer the world (again). But before Sonic can defeat him (again), Prizm beats him to it, using Sonic’s super speed that she copied from his DNA.

This causes everyone to hail Prizm as a new hero, which makes Sonic slightly jealous. His jealousy only increases as Prizm spends more time with Sonic’s friends and becomes the new talk of the town.

However, all is not as it seems. When Sonic overhears Prizm speaking in an unknown language through an alien communication device, he suspects that Prizm may not be telling the whole story. He tries to explain this to his friends, who dismiss his claims as Sonic being overly jealous of Prizm and her powers.

Eventually, Eggman of all people reaches out to Sonic in secret, and explains that his technologies around the planet have detected a mysterious signal from outer space. And said signal seems to be getting closer to the planet by the hour. Sonic and Eggman agree that Prizm and the signal must be connected somehow. They decide to team up to try and discover exactly what Prizm is hiding.

Description:

Prizm’s default form is basically a gray slime-like organism, with blue-gray eyes with golden flecks, and light gray “freckles.” In her hedgehog form, she looks very similar to Sonic, with some exceptions. She is gray with light gray highlights and freckles, has blue-gray eyes with golden flecks, and her “quills” are wavy with several different colors on each quill “clump.” She is usually seen wearing black gloves, boots, and belt with golden accessories, as well as light blue cropped tank top and pants with a white stripe. When it’s dark, Prizm’s colored quill-tips will illuminate.

Abilities:

Prizm is an E.T.M., which means that not only can she copy the DNA of an organism by absorbing it, but can also copy their abilities. However, she can only transform once every so often, because constant transformation drains Prizm of her energy. Prizm is also highly intelligent, and has a trove of alien tech on her ship that she uses for everyday life.

Personality:

Prizm is a friendly and social creature. She can befriend almost anyone and everyone. However, if Prizm and her allies are threatened, she has no problem with defending herself and her allies. Prizm is also a “jack-of-all-trades” type of person, with many interests and talents. However, Prizm has a tendency to keep secrets, sometimes dangerous ones. Prizm is kind, thoughtful, and understanding, but is also very oblivious when it comes the rules and cultures of Sonic’s home planet. But Sonic and all of his friends have no problem showing Prizm how life works on Sonic’s world.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonicsona #prizm #prizm the etm #oc #my art #digital art #character concept #character design

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they had found themselves caught up in a tango of sorts. neither women truly leading the other on the dance floor, so it seemed, and yet, some how she felt like she had been in control the entire time... but perhaps that’s what the acting ceo wanted her to believe up until this point. either way, andrea genuinely liked spending time with the other, even if she never really spoke said feelings aloud. call her superstitious, but she had been not-so-patiently waiting for the other shoe to drop. for samantha to make notion towards having her fill and moving along. she wouldn’t blame her, honestly. the tech mogul was all sharp tongue and venom in the beginning of their dalliance. and if she were being completely honest, she was surprised they had actually gotten to where they were in that very moment.

while doubt and an existential dread had a tendency to loom about, making themselves comfortable in the darkest parts of her thoughts, she found herself clutching to every second she possibly could. because if this wasn’t going to last, she was going to do everything she could to soak up the other’s presence. samantha arias blew into her life in what could only be described as a shit storm. there was no way to sugar coat the way the two had interacted the first time they were forced to share a space with one another. and it didn’t exactly go any better for quite a bit of time. it wasn’t until one day, when andrea took a step back to actually look over everything that she realized the sparring the two generally found themselves entangled in was laced with something more. all either of them needed was a single confirmation, and once that happened, well ― the rest was history ( between the sheets. )

and there had been no turning back. what started out as physical slowly blossomed into something more; even if she refused to acknowledge it. one day they were hot and heavy, and the next, andrea couldn’t have scooted back any further to relish in the other woman’s warmth and security, after falling between sheets once more, without simply laying on top of her. a motion she had entertained for a minute or two. with all of her bad joke telling, novelty sock wearing, obliviously goofy personality having... sam had become one of the most important people in her life. and it was unnerving in the best way possible. it was no secret that there was a lack of kindness in her life growing up, and this woman ― dios, this woman ― had completely blown it out of the water. it was life altering and overall welcomed, which in turn was absolutely horrifying.

feelings weren’t something she did. in fact, she had actively avoided them for quite some time. and yet, here she was. absolutely shook at the mere notion that @reignthem wanted something more. clearly she had been doing a terrible job of that one. “i dont want to go back to how we used to be. i want more. i want you.” the woman’s words slipped in one ear like an unchained melody, bouncing around a bit, before plummeting to her chest where her heart sped to a point where she was almost certain sam could hear it thumping wildly within. they had some how found themselves sitting with one another on the couch;; the sound of one of those home improvement shows drumming on in the background. blue hues shot to the other who had seemingly pulled her attention from the show in that moment.

andrea some how wished the words falling from the woman’s lips had something to do with the fact that the home owner was being unreasonable or... honestly, anything would have been welcome in that moment. instead she was left sitting there, staring back as emotions swirled within. how was she supposed to say anything proper as they began to bubble up? causing her throat to feel ― there was no way she was going to be able to say anything without her voice cracking. for someone versed in multiple languages, she was sure left rather speechless in that moment if only to save face. moving to sit up a bit, her gaze never left sam. hot woman demoing someone’s house be damned ... when the hell she found herself getting comfortable enough to sit back and watch mundane television, she couldn’t tell you, but it made sense. they had been buying time before the inevitable happened. and she had shown up unannounced, after all. “ ―- que?” it fell from her lips before she could even think of anything coherent to say. perhaps it was a means to buy herself time, but a part of her knew that if she didn’t say something ― anything ― that this could potentially be where that hypothetical shoe dropped.

deft fingers moved to quickly wrap around those they had become quite familiar with over time, as if to anchor herself in the moment. solid, tangible proof that they were both really there and this wasn’t some sort of fever dream. “okay...” her voice was smaller than usual, questioning even, but why would she want something like that with her? sure, they had gotten closer, as previously mentioned, but sam deserved all the world had to offer ― happiness included. was that something that andrea actually helped bring along? she supposed the other woman wouldn’t have said such a thing, if that weren’t the case, but what if she had just been caught up in the moment? ( because hgtv was a moment, right? ) lacing their fingers together, her gaze dropped to the joint hands as she made note of the fact that they fit together perfectly. as though they had been made for one another. “okay.” it was said firmer this time. with the usual tone behind it.

her gaze picked up to catch pools of chocolate in all of their welcoming warmth. “you can have me, then...” a gentle squeeze was offered between their hands as the corners of her mouth curled into a wide smile. “fully. but we’re going to have to teach you spanish. i don’t think i can survive the rest of our days on home improvement television unless you tell me that you have a welcoming neighbor that peeks over the fence and offers unsolicited advice.” bringing their hands up, she pressed a small kiss to the back of sam’s hand as if she didn’t just nonchalantly make notion towards the long haul of it all. “telenovelas. it may be a bit on the nose, but they really do help break up the day after dealing with the mierda we do day in and day out because no matter what ― our lives will never be that dramatic.” even if it did feel as though sometimes they could possibly all have their own hit show.

#{ chapters } a. rojas #ft. andrea x sam #reignthem

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HWAN DAEWOO, also known as VEL, is 24 YEARS OLD and currently enrolled in kyungwon university, as PREMADE 014. he is in his 3RD YEAR of the UNDERGRADUATE PROGRAM, majoring in MUSIC with a minor in COMPUTER SCIENCE. he is notably part of the MUSIC CLUB and the COMPUTER & TECH CLUB. he works part-time OFF-CAMPUS in CLUB FLORA. you may find him RESIDING OFF-CAMPUS in the HWAN RESIDENCE (ROOM #4).

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𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 ——— humble beginnings came in the form of a sun-bleached metronome. its paling surface had snatched away any signs of color, any signs of life from the crackling plastic. poorly manufactured, left freckled and splotchy --- too many days spent resting in the crook of the northern-most windowsill. though, in spite of everfading values, the rhythm was a strong and sure one. proving to be purposefully slow, it flicked back and forth in ways that had been calculated down to a frequency roughly the speed of a ticking clock. that, and nothing else, was the only sound to be heard throughout one of the smallest apartments in goyang. that, and nothing else, was the redundant beat that set the pace for hwan daewoo's first nine years of life. a meaningless trinket that he found himself attached to ; an instrument that could ground him.

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𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 ——— humble continuations came in the form of coins counted out by hand. "that'll be one thousand won, kid." the cashier of the nearby corner store had told him, a warm smile curling into the edges of kindly aged laugh lines. it had been nearly ten years since the vague remnants of daewoo's muted childhood, and that tired metronome had finally begun to slow. a new set of batteries was placed lightly atop the counter, a tinge of urgency behind the small change that clinked and rattled within the boy's palm. the metronome's tempo replays within the dimmer parts of his naivety, reenacted with notes of imperfection and haste while he counts out a single won for every beat. clamor dips in and out of his thoughts, stark in contrast to the tangible silence that befell the two --- employee and customer. "say, why ain't you talkin'?"

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𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 ——— humble educations came in the form of a grade point average of 4.4, exactly. it was throughout primary school and high school that smitten teachers would exchange praise with awestruck faculty, likeminded in their prodigal doting. fast-forward to an equally picturesque student within his first year of college at kyungwon university ; daewoo met every respective course with a natural precision and an expertise that drew attention and respect from most of his peers. from most of his peers, of course --- except for the one that sealed his fate within their merciless hands. his metronome offered a comfortingly lazy rhythm alongside his rose-tinted surroundings, unsuspecting and oblivious to the fact that there was an envious set of eyes hidden from his view. he became a starlet among the students, wordless and catastrophic.

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𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 ——— humble preservations came in the form of bruised, trembling fingers. they dug into the shoddy, pleather cushion of the clientele chair that daewoo had been trying to squirm his way out of. scrawled tattoos would tell a myriad of tales that he couldn't bring himself to spill. it was that very ink, too, that had stained his youth and corrupted his once pristine image, according to prying eyes and bitter glares from passersby. no longer was he the shining beacon of knowledge that once held the standard for those around him ; whoever was watching him made sure that rumors traveled fast. looped into campus stigmas and falsehoods that would ultimately land him within the realm of expulsion. that old metronome of his was running slower, now, and kept quiet through his defense --- a bowed head in compliance to his downfall.

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𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 ——— humble rehabilitations came in the form of sleepless, tear-filled nights. a blind rage pocketed where his systematic ambitions once lay ; from hero to zero, without so much as a moment to breathe. something akin to a target, vivid and loud, had been smattered over daewoo's visage upon his initial return to kyungwon university --- a tight-lipped nature serving no aid in proving his innocence. grief bled into confusion, and confusion bled back into anger. was this what he deserved? even with a sliver of a chance at justice, no one would think to believe the recounted events of someone that looked the way he did. fitted leather and bleach roots were a societal recipe for inequity. raw, numb from loss, all that he had been left with was his voice. when the pendulum of his metronome finally stopped, he parted his lips to speak.

#kw: accepted #krp #uni rp #do hanse #victon

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futuristic-coffinnails-x · 7 hours

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Eight souls, hermetically sealed within the steel womb of Project Lazarus, were like the walking dead. The world outside choked on its own fumes, an ecological suicide they’d desperately tried to outrun. Their sustenance – a mockery of the vibrant biosphere above – came in the form of bioluminescent Salicornia, a fast-growing plant that vaguely resembled a forgotten grain. Here, bathed in the sterile glow of artificial sunlight, they were the guardians of a fading legacy – a curated collection of artifacts, whispers of a brilliance long extinguished.

Dr. Anya Petrova, the archaeologist leading this self-imposed exile, meticulously studied these enigmatic objects. The Voynich Manuscript, its cryptic symbols defying translation, and a device eerily similar to the Antikythera Mechanism, an astronomical marvel centuries ahead of its time, each held a tantalizing glimpse into a lost past.

Dr. Chen, the ever-vigilant engineer, monitored the self-contained environment with the haunted air of someone who’d heard whispers in the ventilation shafts. Whispers that echoed the anxieties plaguing the world above – a world drowning in a sea of “fake news” campaigns targeting the burgeoning “Mushroom Kingdom,” a sustainable tech movement built on the backs of fungi. Dr. Sharma, the botanist nurturing their sole source of sustenance, saw the Salicornia not as a marvel of science, but as a potential threat, a silent, fungal sentience taking root, fueled by the very conspiracies plaguing the surface.

These anxieties were a far cry from the pulsating dance floors and fleeting trends of their youth. Here, in the sterile halls of Project Lazarus, the only movement came from the rhythmic whirring of machinery and the occasional, unnerving sway of Dr. Anya, who spent hours fixated on a newly unearthed artifact – a porcelain doll with a blank, unsettling face.

I craved oblivion. Sleep wouldn't touch me, Tylenol might as well be a placebo, and caffeine slid through my system like morphine through a junkie. Bacon was my strychnine, a slow, delicious suicide in a world devoid of flavor. A warped, dystopian remix of the song “Copies” played faintly in the background, a constant reminder of a time when life pulsed with a vibrancy they could barely remember.

Days bled into weeks. Anya’s obsession deepened, the doll whispering secrets only she could hear. The other scientists, initially skeptical, became captivated. Paranoia and hallucinations took root. Dr. Chen became convinced the whispers were real, a chilling echo of something sinister haunting them from beyond. Sharma saw the Salicornia pulsating, a network of fungal sentience taking root.

One by one, the others succumbed. Anya, seemingly untouched, watched their descent with a strange serenity. When the last scientist, Dr. Hassan, accused the doll of manipulating them, Anya simply smiled. She picked up the doll, its blank face reflecting the harsh lights, and whispered, “Thank you, for showing me the way.”

The years that followed became a chilling silence. Project Lazarus remained a tomb, its occupants lost not to the disaster above, but to the whispers of an ancient artifact. The doll, cradled in Anya’s skeletal hand, held the key to a terrible truth – some knowledge is best left buried. And above ground, the world, oblivious to the silent tragedy below, continued its relentless march towards an uncertain future, fueled by fleeting trends, media maelstroms, and the echoes of a bygone era. Copies of a time long gone, fading and invading, soon to be a dream.

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