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Beauty? Beautyyyyyyy wake uuuup...
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She could’ve sworn she hadn’t gone anywhere near that room with all the mirrors again. In fact, Beauty had pointedly avoided that whole floor altogether. Stephen had warned her, but even without that warning, she would have known better. The man she had encountered when she’d somehow fallen (no, no, he had pulled me into that dark Sanctum, I’m sure of it) through the looking glass was as deceitful as he was compelling; as dangerous as he was seeped in a bottomless sorrow beyond any her vivid imagination could grasp.
But here she stood nonetheless, the grey swirl in the center of the mirror the same as when she slipped from this reality into his. Don’t touch it, her mind cried out; he’ll pull you in again for sure. And this time he might not let you get away.
His reply seemed to surround her. Beauty couldn’t tell where it actually came from. Come now, Beauty my dear. I’ll play for you again.  The opening notes of the edelweiss waltz from The Sound of Music joined in with the voice of Stephen’s sinister doppelganger. Wasn’t this one of your favorites as a young girl, my dear? I have an eidetic memory you know, and I could always play by ear. The notes seemed to revolve all around her. I could play the whole soundtrack if you desire it, sweet Beauty. All you need to do is come and visit me…
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Beauty shook her head vigorously and plugged up her ears. No…I don’t care…I don’t want to…leave me alone, she cried out. The music played on flawlessly, making her dizzy for some unknown reason. She wanted to run from the spot, to slam the door shut, to run down the stairs and seek the shelter of Stephen’s arms and his calming wisdom. But she was frozen in place, as cold, misty tendrils snaked out of the mirror to bind themselves to her wrists and ankles.
Sinister tutted, a rather ugly sound. But I invited you so nicely. Don’t you feel sorry to let me play alone? And I’m so lonely here, too…please don’t make me force you.
She tried to call out to her Stephen, but no sound came from her mouth.
Petty little, silly thing, he chuckled, your Hero can’t hear you. You’re in the realm of dreams now. My realm.
Tears as cold as chips of ice fell from her eyes, while her bindings held her fast, dragging her through the dark surface of the mirror. She fell to her knees, her heart in her throat, even as the mist dissolved. Sinister was there, ready with a hand to help her up. Beauty looked up at him defiantly, though trembling with terror. Stay there, then, he told her, but you’ll be here for a while, so you might as well make yourself comfortable. He gestured to a faded, wingback chair which sat next to the baby grand piano. As is the nature of dreams—for by now she realized he hadn't lied about that—she knew it had once been a blood red velvet.
I thought we’d have a little concert, this evening, Beauty. He held up his hands, scarred exactly like her Stephen’s, but free of tremors. Did Stephen ever tell you we played? That we were as talented on this instrument as we were with those in the operating room?
Beauty didn’t want to answer, but it didn’t matter, for he was in her mind and he knew anyway. It was something Stephen had never mentioned, probably because it was a painful memory to have lost that ability too. But a small seed of disappointment nestled its way into her hindbrain, anyway. That’s a detail she would like to have known--but her Stephen rarely volunteered information, and she had made it part of her mission with him to slowly peel away the layers and allow him to reveal the secrets he held close, a little at a time.
She rose from her knees and crossed to take her seat. Sinister smiled at her softly—not victoriously as she had expected. How long will you keep me here? I want your assurance you’ll let me go home.
He bowed his head as though he was accepting a deal which she hadn’t even offered. Can you bear an hour or two in my company, sweet lady? He tickled the keys, and My Favorite Things rose from his hands. A little bit of music, a little bit of conversation is all that I’m asking for, Beauty. And once I’m done, I will dutifully return you to the dullard who awaits from his place on the other side. He conjured a large, old-fashioned hourglass, astonishingly similar to the Wicked Witch’s from The Wizard of Oz. Once the sands have fallen, you will awaken clear-eyed and rested. You may tell your lover what you will—but not this one thing…
Beauty’s mouth hung open, waiting in fascination, as his voice was like her Stephen’s and worked a magic she could never resist.
I will have you for my own, my sweet—as I would have his place in your world as well. I have the Darkhold, and he hasn’t the power to stand against my will. His days in the sun are numbered. Sinister turned back to the keyboard, and with a flourish began to play Climb Every Mountain…crooning along with the chorus…
Climb every mountain,
Ford every stream.
Follow every rainbow,
Until you find your dream!
Beauty sat, frozen in place, trying to bury the blatant, wicked secret he had uttered in a place she could access once she was awake. She’d need to warn Stephen. For not only her sake, but his own.
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hansoeii · 9 months
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look at you, you're gorgeous!
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marypsue · 5 months
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Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
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hattersarts · 8 months
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im already at the south downs cottage guys, catch up
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thunderboltfire · 19 days
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I have unwittingly witnessed a new level of the absurd. Behold, the AI-generated equine anatomy models.
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Ah yes, my favourite parts of the equine body. Paster and... *looks at the smudged writing on hand* boob. At least this one looks purely decorative and the being actually looks like a horse. But don't worry, it gets worse.
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If we completely ignore the hipopotamus musculature of this one, there's still a lot of things that don't make sense in this one, like a tail that ends in a series of bone spikes and a complete lack of molars. You could make a cool pokemon on the basis of this, but it's not even in the realm of being an actual anatomy help.
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I'm firmly convinced this is not a horse, this is something that really, really wants you to think it is a horse. The more you look, the more things look... wrong. The more details turn out to be shifted, bones crammed in to fill in the familiar form, its shape merely implied so that the human mind fills the gap. Of course the text seems like gibberish, because its anatomy is incomprehensible. it's either a parasite or a monster and in each case, it's an eldtrich body horror. I'm kind of angry at how well this joke writes itself.
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clown-owo · 11 months
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been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading
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ursa-majora · 20 days
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Everyone talks about how Appa is apparently obese for a sky bison and Aang is over feeding him. Undeserved in my opinion (hes just big boned obviously)
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But nobody talks about how Druk (Zuko's dragon) is a complete fatass compared to other dragons.
For example: These are pics of Roku's Dragon, Fang, and Sozin's Dragon
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Do you see how long and noodley they are. They're actual dragons too, not Wyverns like GoT dragons. (Note the 4 legs)
And heres Ran and Shaw:
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See, still very noodley. And these are quite old, large dragons.
And this? This is Druk:
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And Its not just the angle because even when he is sitting down he's fat
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Obviously Druk has lived a life of luxery, he's a pampered little prince
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dootznbootz · 5 months
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It saddens me that Helen of SPARTA is mostly known as Helen of TROY. As if she wasn't born, raised, and most likely, died in Sparta. Yes, she was of TROY for a while...But she was able to go back home to where she WANTED TO BE.
(Edit: Hating on Menelaus is illegal)
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lanalove2012 · 3 months
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undertheredhood · 6 months
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the rest of the justice league: hey man, we get that he’s your son and all, but shouldn’t you do something about him?
bruce ‘that’s my precious baby boy’ wayne: i’m sorry, did you have to hold your son as he was dying in your arms? did you almost k*ll yourself trying to follow him to the afterlife? i don’t think so.
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transannabeth · 10 months
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btw if you borrow dvds or cds from library you can rip them onto your own blanks or onto your hard drive or whatever. librarians don’t care and they won’t know if you do it or not
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critterbitter · 4 months
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Language divides and building bridges.
Elesa’s feeling homesick. Emmet, bless his heart, tries to help by infodumping while Ingo frantically runs off to find water (crying is a very dehydrating experience).
((Would you look at that! The kids are picking up kantonese and galarian from each other!))
BONUS:
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Heh. Callback.
Want to see more? Here’s the masterpost for submas!
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DC X DP PROMPT #16
Mr. Lancer is the brother of Lex Luthor. He never really had an eye for business, or invention, or innovation. He just wanted to be a teacher, spread the good word on literature. Which is the whole reason he had changed his name and moved to the middle of nowhere.
He does not appreciate his brother delivering a package in his door. Not delivering it personally, not even sending a physical person to do a drop off. Just a measly note.
'hold onto this for me - L.L.'
What has Lex ever done for him? Nothing, that's what. So Mr. Lancer does the sensible thing. He opens the box to investigate to find - hardened ectoplasm?
Mr. Lancer knows about Danny and co. Au where Kryptonite is just hardened Ecto and is basically rock candy. Lex sends his brother a shit ton of kryptonite for safe keeping thinking 'he lives in the middle of nowhere what's he gonna do with it?' he feeds it to Danny :)
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improvapocalyps · 14 days
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You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)
In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!
Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)
[text under cut]
1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined
2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both
3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer:I just wanted to see him one more time).
4. Define two (2): Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore
5. True or False: i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.
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steelsartcorner · 5 months
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BG3 Comic: An Unwelcome Surprise
(Be forewarned: Dark Urge Act 3 Spoilers. Post is tagged. Click “read more” for the full comic.)
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I always find myself wondering about the side conversations that must happen between the other characters while your PC is busy talking to the plot point givers.
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qiinamii · 6 months
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crown swap
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