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andy-clutterbuck · 1 month
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The Ones Who Live | 1x04 - What We
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randomgooberness · 2 years
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Whole-heartedly BEGGING writers to unlearn everything schools taught you about how long a paragraph is. If theres a new subject, INCLUDING ACTIONS, theres a new paragraph. A paragraph can be a single word too btw stop making things unreadable
EDIT: hey if youre here at the source of this post please read my webcomic, @killcount ! I post twice a week and I’ve been working on it for almost 5 years. Please check it out- as I want it to be my lifes work and I want to get away from my awful job and do my real passion for a living. Thank you
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probablyhuntersmom · 1 year
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The healing and lasting love of a mom
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trianglart · 1 year
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I’ve never been afraid of the ocean.
  (Based on a dream I had about a creature that survives by connecting to undersea internet cables. Happy Halloween!!)   
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sukugo · 3 months
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futuristichedge · 5 months
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Miscommunication
(Tails got him out dont worry abt it)
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cemeterything · 9 months
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darks-arts · 5 months
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Route where you throw multicolored rocks at the princess
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the tomb won't close...
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minas-linkverse · 1 month
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I wonder... does this blog have enough reach in the fandom that we could try and finally put a stop to people tagging unrelated AUs as LU.
The correct term to use is "Links meet AU" and the reason the mistagging hurts is because:
A) It dismisses the creativity of the work. Its a lot like saying someone's original character looks like a fictional character you know. It may be a small unintended insult but it can be demoralising and make them not wish to share their art anymore.
B) It connects all AUs of this type to Jojo, the creator of LU. That comic was not the first links meet au by a long shot. YES her work inspired many of us to start our own imagines of the same base concept, but that does not make them Linked Universe. It's like claiming someone inspired by spider-man deciding to explore the superhero genre is just making more spider-man.
Yes this may be a small issue, but I've been working on this webcomic since 2020 and still get those demoralising tags. I've been silently baring it long enough. Even worse is seeing how it hurts fellow creators in the fandom.
I don't like asking this but... Please spread this post and if you'd like: add your own experiences below. Maybe we can change things around here.
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Batfam but as my stupidest injuries pt 4. (Near death edition)
Dick: randomly passed out, was rushed to the hospital where they discovered his kidneys were going into failure, and he'd need a transplant. Everyone freaked out only for the next blood test to change completely, and nothing was wrong anymore (no one knows why or how this happened)
Jason: got caught in a riptide helping a tourist kid who didn't know the water. Got back to shore by pure stubbornness (and knowing how riptides work) and threw up from exhaustion
Tim: fell off a paddle board and hit his head on it as he fell and almost drowned from being dazed and winded by the fall
Damian: almost got tetanus from slamming his face into a rusty swing pole, then not getting a shot
Bonus Tim because in Pt 3 his injury was being scalded by boiling water: went into burn shock for most of the night
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andy-clutterbuck · 4 months
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 198
Now Bruce was not expecting to reincarnate upon his death. At least he thinks he died, he’s pretty sure he did. There wasn’t any other reason for him to be a well, literal baby. Around two he thinks, which fits well with the fact that it’s around that time that babies start forming memory recall, if he, well, remembered correctly. 
But while he knew about reincarnation thanks to Shayera and Carter, he’d never exactly given it much thought towards himself. Because seriously, what were the chances of such a thing as him being given another chance? 
So he was quite surprised at his situation, experimentally opening and closing pudgy hands that looked well, just a tiny bit off. He’d never been that pale before, he thinks, even back when he never went outside like, ever. 
He turned his gaze towards the mobile above him with a sort of idle curiosity- a mixture of bats (ha) and other trinkets he wasn’t familiar with. It also caused him to get his first good look at his parent, asleep on a rocking chair right next to the crib. 
Huh. They had the same pale skin he did, albeit in the light it looked like it was slightly tinted blue, and while their hair was white they didn’t exactly look old. They looked surprisingly well rested for raising a toddler too, unless they had a nanny or something similar… He rolled over, managing to very shakily push himself to his feet with the help of the crib. 
Why was standing so hard as a toddler? And why did he have his memories of everything except how he had died anyway? 
His head whipped up from where they were staring at his feet when he heard a snort, finding his parent awake and standing. Somehow silently enough that he hadn’t noticed- or he was that easily distracted by the unfamiliar giddiness bursting in his chest. 
“Morning little bat,” his parent easily picked him up and held him while he inwardly sighed at the nickname. Of course his bat motif would follow him into this life. A low rumbling almost caused him to jump, his body relaxing before he could fully register the sound. The… purring? 
Oh. 
He wasn’t human this time around. 
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baeshijima · 19 days
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imagine an au where you wake up to a chill seeping through the comfort of your duvet. it's a little unusual. the mornings shouldn't be so cold anymore; did you maybe leave the window open?
a headache blooms along your conscience, and you think that maybe you had one too many drinks out of frustration last night. but, then again, it's not your fault that prickly bastard got on your nerves and made you drink till you passed out. he just has it out for you!
bare arms are draped over your equally bare midriff, its hold around you tightening and— wait. you're NAKED?!
by the speed at which you flipped to your other side, you wouldn't be surprised if you got whiplash. actually, scrap that. maybe the familiar face lying beside you, alongside the marks you barely caught a glimpse of amidst your turn, is more than enough to wish you actually did get it.
"mmh, what's wrong?" he mumbles in all his sleepy glory, clearly disoriented from your sudden movement. a hand rubs against his heavy lids in a feeble attempt to clear out the bleary fog which clings to his vision, one in which blocks the sight of you by default. "you're never up before me in these mornings."
...how did you end up in the bed of your arch-nemesis (self-proclaimed), naked, and— why is he staring at you so affectionately? weren't you just at each other's throats a few hours ago? (figuratively or literally, it doesn't matter. you were at each other's throats all the same.)
(or, you somehow find yourself three years into the future, married to the very same prickly bastard who made you black-out drunk (self-inflicted). and naked (not self-inflicted. probably).)
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kenobihater · 1 month
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reblog for a bigger sample size of former angry, creative, and/or highly dramatic children
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p4nishers · 5 months
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one of the most important things terry pratchett has taught me is that it's okay to be angry. no one has ever said that to me before. he taught me that anger was an engine. that you can use that anger. that it goes hand in hand with love. he taught me to never underestimate my anger, because it's one of my strongest points. he taught me genuine anger was one of the world’s great creative forces. he taught me i shouldn't be fighting my anger, but what caused it. he himself said rage underlines everything he wrote. i never heard anger talked about so openly like that before and it's freeing, i suppose, to realize you are truly, truly not alone in your rage at the world. you never were.
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