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imsosocold · 1 year
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Get your TOH Finale Bingo Cards Ready, Everyone
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Sorry the formatting is shit, I’m not fixing it. I'm so confident on last one I gave it two squares. It says: Any issues with the show’s writing or  presentation will be blamed on Disney or be dismissed due to the cancellation. Extra salt is below the cut!
Also betting that the fandom will interpret  the  episode in one way and anyone who views it differently is scorned/ignored.
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hazyaltcare · 3 months
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Name suggestions for a Blitzø (Helluva Boss) clicker.
(Name transcriptions and their meaning(s) and/or reason(s) for their inclusion under the cut.)
Mod Haze (🎮Greyson)
Ahimoth - Name meaning “brother of death.”
Buster - Name meaning “tough guy.”
Dearil - Name meaning “call of death.”
Evel - After Evel Knievel, who was a famous daredevil.
Grimaldi - After Joseph GrimaldI, who was a famous clown.
Isaac - After Isaac Van Amburgh, who was a famous lion tamer. This name can also be considered a biblical reference to Isaac, a son who was almost religiously sacrificed by his father.
Makalo - Name meaning “full of surprises.”
Pyro - Meaning “fire.”
Rascal - An affectionate term for a mischievous or cheeky person.
Välk - The Estonian word for “lightning.” The name gives me similar vibes to the name Blitzø.
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us-costco-official · 4 months
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I thought this was appropriate for this moment
incredibly appropriate. mwah
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batstorm93672 · 2 years
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Plauged by nightmares for a whole week.
Damian doesn't know why or how it started, it just wouldn't let up. Now it's getting in the way of school and his nighttime work.
There Damian sat up with unfallen tears in his eyes and sweat trailing down his face. He barely remembers what it was about this time, lately the nightmares have mushed together, so either the League or Hell or his death. All of them bad and annoying him to a far extent. He had his knees to his chest, resting his arms on the top of his knees. Damian could see the shaking of his palms in the dark, it was an aftereffect he can't stop. Lately it's just been a cycle of waking up at night and trembling until he can go back to sleep then waking up feeling as if he got no sleep whatsoever. Damian watched Titus's body heave up and down in a rhythm of sleep. Blissful sleep that Damian wished he had, sometimes Titus would be awake to comfort him, but tonight he was out playing for so long Titus tuckered himself out.
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How long has it been since he fell back asleep? Maybe three hours ago he was staring at his trembling hands, now he was greeted by light through his blinds. Damian wanted to shut the world out so he could sleep longer, but he knows better (sadly he does, the temptation to rest his head back down and close his eyes was immeasurable)
"Hey Dami? You awake? Alfred made breakfast. If you're not awake then he can save it and I'll reheat it for you if you'd like" Bright sunny Richard. So much energy that Damian doesn't have, of course Richard had his dark sides and Damian knows that as well as everyone else. Yet that cheery optimism was a sight indeed.
Damian was debating on whether or not he should pretend that he's sleeping and be alone with his dog for awhile. The temptation is so difficult...
"I'll be there soon Richard"
"Okay, see you downstairs"
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"Hey, you listening? You wanted to hear about the case right? You gotta pay attention" Tim snapped his fingers and Damian blinked looking at his brother who had a laptop in front of him. "Tt. Continue, you don't need to hold my hand in order for me to listen" "Hm..." Tim stared and Damian could see the questions bouncing around Tim's mind, as if Damian was a puzzle. Damian kept a straight face, don't let anything slip and Tim will find that this puzzle is guarded away and won't go into it.
As wanted, Tim went back towards the case and Damian listened.
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Damian sat up, everything was blurry and a mess. His mouth was dry and all words were pushed away as he looked at his trembling hands. Again it continues, this cycle of nightmares.
Why won't it end? Why did it begin? Why every night?
Damian covered his face, he could feel some tears at the edge of falling down so he wiped it away before it could.
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"Demon, you alive there? Don't go drooling in your food"
"Oh, my apologies"
Damian felt like a robot, holding the fork in his hand and stabbing at the eggs in order to shove it down his mouth. This routine was sickening. He can't even think properly.
"You seem out it"
"I agree, Master Damian, how have you been feeling?"
"I'm well, simply trying to wake myself up is all"
That's not a lie, he had to mentally make himself stay awake long enough for the day to end, only to awaken and start over.
"Damian?" Father, was calling him
Damian looked up to see that everyone around the table was looking directly at him. What did he miss? Did he make a mistake?
"Yes father?"
"Dick was calling your name. You weren't responding"
Richard?
"What was it you were saying Richard?"
"I was calling you for three minutes and you sat there looking lost, are you okay? Do you feel sick?"
"I assure you, my physical condition is well. I am not ill, merely-"
Jason cut Damian off "What about mentally?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Physically you are well, what is your mental condition?"
"Fine as well Jason" Damian glared a bit and turned back to Dick "As I was saying, I'm not sick. Merely shaking off some of my slumber" Alfred cleared his throat "That is quite common, wouldn't you all agree? How about we leave the questions and let Master Damian be able to eat?" Dick and Jason mumbled out apologies and Damian mentally thanked Alfred for that. Alfred doesn't know, but still not having to keep this conversation was better than having to force himself to talk and appeal to everyone.
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Damian sliced the head of a dummy off clean, his body felt heavy with having to stay awake. So badly did Damian want to sleep, but the outcome would always be nightmares.
"Nice cut"
Stephanie
"Thank you"
"Mmhm, having fun?"
"I suppose if slicing off heads is an ideal part of one's stimuli of enjoyment, then yes I'm having fun"
"Hehehe yeah, every person's go-to. I wanted to ask if you've been feeling okay? At breakfast you seemed out of it and at lunch you almost looked like a zombie" "Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine" "Damian if something is wrong, you should tell someone before it gets worse"
"Everything is fine, I'm fine, it's all fine Stephanie"
"Damian, you're crying"
"Wha-"
Damian felt at his face, he was indeed crying as mentioned. "I'm not crying" Turning away and wiping his face with his sleeve roughly. "I'm fine Stephanie" This conversation was getting difficult for Damian to keep going. His mind was getting foggy and the rush of exhaustion wavered his movements "I'm sorry I pushed you there. I was worried. I'll let you be" Damian nodded and left.
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Reaching out of the dirt to escape the flames. The screams rang in his ears as laughter came from below. So badly he wanted to escape and make it back to them. Just a little more! The light of the dirt making it's way he kept digging himself out. His hands hurt, but it doesn't matter, just a little more! Just-- The burning chains seared into his legs, the burning flesh making him cry out. Then the plummeting feeling in his stomach as he fell back down farther away from the light of freedom.
He sat up. With a small shout escaping his lips he had to make himself aware of his surroundings. Damian looked at his shaking hands, feeling his body crumple under the weight of the lack of sleep he's been receiving lately.
Damian put his hands in his hair, the trembles wouldn't stop. Tears ran down his face and he wanted to stop it. To stop the nightmares that haunted him, the pain that never ended and the amount of times he awoke only to stare at his shaking hands.
Damian looked down and buried his head into his knees.
His door creaked open and Damian wasn't fully aware to pay attention to it. Titus walked in followed by Richard.
"Dames?"
Damian didn't respond, it seemed that Titus brought help this time. Normally it would be Titus by him sleeping or being there to help. This night was worse than the others, so Titus brought backup. Dick walked over and sat by Damian.
"Damian, baby, what's wrong?"
"...m-make it stop p-please make it stop"
"What do you want to stop?"
"Nightmares... so many of them"
"Oh, is this why you've been so out of it? Come here" Damian pressed himself into Dick's embrace the tears falling faster. "Oh my poor baby, it's okay. It's okay. I'm here, you're okay now" "R-Richard... Richard don't leave me please don't leave me don't let me go" "No, no, no I won't let you go. You're with me Dames. I won't let you go. I got you, you're in my arms and I won't let you go" Damian buried his head in the nook of Dick's neck and cried. "Don't leave me... don't l-leave me alone again" "I won't, I won't leave you. You're okay and you're safe"
Damian wore himself out, holding Dick as much as he could before his cries became sniffles. Dick rubbed Damian's back in small circles as he held Damian. "There we go... you're okay Damian. You're okay, no one can hurt you. Nothing won't take you away"
"I didn't want to tell anyone... I thought if I just let it happen then it would go away... it doesn't. It hasn't gone away, I haven't been able to sleep for a week now... everytime I wake up and I can't stop shaking, I can't focus on anything. I'm sorry Richard... I'm sorry"
"There's no reason to say sorry, nightmares are scary and it can make the most toughest people cry. It's okay Damian, it's okay to have nightmares and want to come to someone and cry. Cause I'll be here with open arms to help you. Okay?"
"Okay"
"Do you want to go back to sleep?"
"Will you stay..?"
"You don't even have to ask"
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batclawsss-art · 1 year
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More sketchbook stuff. This time with a demon
(Queued 1/1/2023)
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real-godzekiel · 1 year
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being into friday night funkin and obscure horror media at the same time is like burning in hell
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curl-up-and-cry · 2 years
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klm-zoflorr · 2 years
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[Open RP]
Type: Hilariously historically innacurate
[A new shipment of souls just made its way across the fiery landscapes of Hell, among which a very important and expected guest. To the damned souls, the air is sulphurous and thick, burning your lungs at every breath. But to the worthy, it is a fresh and pleasant breeze, energizing you and making you feel, even if only for a moment, like your mortal existence hasn't ended days, years, even centuries ago]
Diana Spencer: So here we meet again, old witch. Took you long enough!
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kimjunnoodle · 4 months
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Pov: all of your colleagues want you dead (sound)
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potato-lord-but-not · 18 days
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um. perhaps everyone should go see monkey man. just maybe. consider.
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replaceablestupid · 7 months
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Writing something because I want to tell someone and I know non of my friends will care about it as much as they say they do so why not just talk about it to the void.
I'm a dumbass, the biggest dumbass there is. Why you might ask, because I saw a pattern and didn't listen to it and keep on getting hurt. Everyone I dated has broken up with me and moved on so fast it feels as though they stopped loving me for awhile. The funny thing is that some of them did say that, said they wanted to break up with me earlier but felt too bad. Wow thanks for that information, that curse evil sickening information, that I gave my heart and soul to someone who didn't care, that my love made them feel bad, that there wasn't going to be any good from this anymore. Thanks for that information, and thanks for telling me after the fact too.
You might be wondering why does this keep on happening? There has to be a reason? And I think I do know why, maybe, hopefully, actually hopefully not. You see I'm someone that loves cheering up others, loves caring for others, loves making sure others are safe. Those people attract those that feel lonely, lost, that have no idea what to do, they love "you make me feel like I matter," "you know just how to calm me down," "you always know what to do when it's so stressful." And god sue me but I love hearing those words, love hearing that someone feels like I'm making their life better. Is that wrong? Please tell me, is it so wrong to love hearing that I make someone's life better, that just me being next to them makes everything easier, that they now have hope thanks to me. And it's not like I make them relay on me, I give them actual techniques to calm them down, to think about their stress more calmly, people in their life they should be honest with and reach out to. I don't cage them to me, I try my best to show them the way out. But then why, why, why every time they feel better about life and themselves they stop loving me, why in under a month they'll find someone else to love, and why do they want to keep being "friends," why why why why why why.
Is it wrong for me to love? Is that it? I'll never find true love? All my friends have people they plan on staying for a long time if not forever with, and their relationship is nice and healthy. So what? Does that mean I have the role of being the cool uncle? The family friend you can always relay on? The person you've seen since childhood who you know you can be honest with bc you don't see them that much anyway? Is that who I'll become? My role in life? I don't want that, is that so wrong, I don't want that, please tell me that's not so wrong, I just want my own happy relationship I don't want to be the one that's alone in the family.
Honestly I wish my heart would burn, die, please die. I don't want this, I wish I never felt this. "It's better to have love and been hurt than to never love at all," unless you learn your life will never have love, you got to taste the sweetness nectares of life, and then told by life that's not for you? God that's a hell, so I guess I'm in hell. I'm in hell because I tried love and did it too good, my partners felt too happy with me they stop, my partners grew too much to be a better person they saw they can do better, I'm nothing but compost and my partners are the prettiest flowers, they get to be love by the world and everyone else while I slowly fade to the dirt, and it's hell because for a few seconds in their lives while they are a seed and I'm just freshly added to the ground, we are equals hard to tell where to separate the both of us but sooner or later you can, and the flowers bloom and the compost vanish, this is hell.
I'm in hell, covered by the prettiest flowers, they use my body to grow and I'm not allowed to touch, I'm not allow to love, but when they were seeded on me I had a chance to, but they grow so big and away I can no longer, none grow with me to make me feel better, none grow so I can taste the sweetness of love again, I'm in hell, a hell that only a dumbass can be put in.
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hazyaltcare · 5 months
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An aesthetic for a Nameless Ghoul (Ghost band) with themes of demons and cats.
Mod Haze (❤️Alice❤️)
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fallenangle08 · 11 days
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lazylittledragon · 2 months
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so how about that durge
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batstorm93672 · 2 years
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It was a movie
How did a movie cause this strife?
This... familiarity scared him to which he wasn't expecting.
For Batman's sake it was Princess and the Frog!
The part where Dr. Facilier gets dragged away by those demons made Damian stop. As it kept playing, he began to dissociate his mind going blank. The screams, the voices it caused his head to ache.
"Dami --- you okay? -------"
"---- -- off!"
"I didn't realize -- ----- cause him to -----"
Hell
The man hurt people and was dragged down to his demise
Just like him
The Damned
The Sinners
The screams
The pain
Agony
Flames
Shouting
Begging
Suffering
Make the pain stop
Make it stop
I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK THERE
"I'M TERRIFIED PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK"
"PLEASE DON'T SEND ME AWAY DON'T DRAG ME BACK"
"IT HURTS MY SKIN IS BURNING"
"STOP IT STOP IT PLEASE"
"I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE"
"I WANT TO GO HOME"
"Damian! Focus on me. Concentrate on my pulse"
Damian shuddered collapsing in on himself as someone had his hand on to their wrist. "I-I-I don't wanna be here... I don't wanna go! Don't wanna! Don't make me go! Please don't make me go back. Please don't send me back down there, not again no more please no don't make me go back" "Damian. Focus on my pulse, I need you to focus" Damian hung his head against someone's chest as he trembled, trying to focus on the beat of the pulse.
Finally able to focus realizing it was Dick, Damian's voice came out with hiccups following through "M'sorry *hic* it's just a movie... *hic* I'm being dumb, just a movie *hic* i-it shouldn't be like this"
"Ssshhhh sshhhh no no no it's okay. It just reminded you of bad times. That's okay it happens baby, you're okay Dami. There's no reason to be embarrassed. It's okay now, the movie is over. Tim turned it off, you're okay now"
Damian clung onto Dick as much as he could as he cried.
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colealexart · 12 days
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"I'm alive because they made me alive."
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