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wyrmswears · 6 months
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i finished aai2 (one of these is not like the others)
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notmonaca · 4 months
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this man left a bunch of unfortunately placed scratches on my arm send help
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imthursdaysyme · 2 months
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arwen ft arthur giving his wife anything she wants
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worstloki · 25 days
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Loki surveilling the skyline of New York from the top of Stark Tower and clocking that his favorite paired set of buildings are gone. sad
#everyone wants thor and loki to have visited earth a bunch of times and obviously they wouldn't be too invested in earth politics#but i think the concept of much time passing between visits should be taken advantage of#like what if one of them missed seeing the statue of liberty on their past 3 visits and now that's 'suddenly' a famous historic landmark#Loki like wow I sure hope that restaurant in the Soviet Union is still around!#and Natasha's head whips around so fast like you mean Russia or one of the surrounding countries that used to be part of the USSR#Loki: uhm. well. what's the difference#Natasha: here is a map of the countries does this help#Loki: it does not help but thank you for trying#Thor: what do you mean Rome is gone???? Rome was HUGE?????#Tony: well it's been a few centuries since then Europe is very different now#Thor: (visibly distressed) so the the sweet effeminate men enjoy the streets no more??#Tony: ...I don't keep track of foreign border laws about that#Thor shows up after 3 years and there's a new president and he's very confused through the entire meeting#brodinsons being so detached from the political scene but being so used to realm politics they come to correct conclusions about things#even though the timeline and how long things stay the same on midgard still messes with them#Loki: at least Egypt is still around#Thor: China also#Brodinsons visiting New Zealand(Aotearoa)/Australia/various British mandate islands before the British formally showed up#returning 2 centuries later and 'the gene pool has altered drastically' 'must've been a war'#well it's either that or since Asgard seems spared of colorism they treat all humans as the same and don't notice. which might be worse#on the colonisation and liberation side of things
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semisolidmind · 11 months
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So uh what happened to macs body... please tell me he got an actual grave and didn't get left to rot in the chains or just tossed in a ditch?
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uh
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0-dear-rose-0 · 10 months
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freckle gang teehee
@plugnuts
@spinthetags
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boxheadpaint · 1 year
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so it may be that every paranoid bullshit thought that runs thru my head is a fucking seinfeld ass scenario
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castieldelamancha · 7 months
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cas years later randomly turning to look at dean and asking him if he really thinks of him as "devastatingly handsome" and dean is driving and he almost crashes the car
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ongsasuns · 8 months
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guys this is going to sound really heavy? insane? but. first of all going on a hiatus. i’ll put the rest in the tags because idk. it feels really weird doing this but also unfortunately it is very very necessary at this point.
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pnutsdotorg · 8 months
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god they just let anyone be a super villain these days
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wreckedhoney · 28 days
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Last Sentence tag game
RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence. Tagged by @mcalhenwrites
Peggy groans in duress through the speakers.
:) Heehee TY, Cal!!
For those who feel up for it \o/ @breathofthebloodlily @parad0xymoron @yourregularketer @keep-qui3t @gaemichwi @thetrainticket @em-exceeds-change-zearu
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hyperionshipping · 3 months
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Peeping Tom
A/N: Remember when I said I was working on my self insert? I lied. But I wrote this!
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“When did you get that little tattoo, Tricks?”
“What?” Tricks blinked, eyes looking up to Kayne. “What are you talking about?”
Kayne giggled, head thrown back for a moment as he pointed to Tricks’ leg. “Oh, come now. Don't lie. You can't lie. Not to me! So when was it?”
Tricks closed his one eye, the yellow one looking at Kayne through what he assumed was half-lidden annoyance. “Have had it.” Tricks said. “For a while. Humans have lots of tattoos.”
“And you went with…? 666! The mark of the beast! How devious of you. Like you're trying to scare someone.” Kayne gasped. “Is it me? Are you trying to scare me away?”
Tricks’ gloved hand reached out to Kayne, it grabbed his bloodied hand, grinning. “Is it working? Oh, I am so tired of having to watch you.” Both eyes were now focused on Kayne. “You know, I didn't let anything see it. Naughty boy you are, Kayne.”
The man smiled back, taking Tricks’ other gloved hand. “Can't keep my eyes off of you. Not when you're parading around the story and not letting me see the best parts! You're a real gen-u-ine tease.”
Tricks leaned forward, its’ tongue darting over sharp teeth. “I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about, Kayne. I don't have any human toys. The Old Gods are nothing to me. I only watch.”
“And yet, you say my name an awful lot recently. I think you like how it feels.”
Tricks did not answer, instead, choosing to spin himself, letting go of one of Kayne’s hands. The man obliged, ending the spin in a dip, staring down at the face that looked up at him. “Is that a yes?” There was a singsong-y lilt to his voice now.
“I think your time is up, Kayne. Goodbye.”
And like that, Tricks was gone. Kayne just giggled, straightening. “What a nice chat. I think he really loves me.”
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hecksupremechips · 2 years
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It’s so funny cuz before people started jumping on the 2020 atla bandwagon like not a single soul was out here thinking of zuko x sokka it was always that zutara shit and then all of a sudden people liked the gay ass zuko shit and me, who never considered this romance ever, was just like. Yeah okay cool :)
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thepoisonbeneath · 7 months
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GOTTA GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS (IF IT KILLS ME!)
speedpaint under the cut because i recently discovered the firealpaca record tool exists. cw for flashing !!
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orcelito · 1 year
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OK so I have an inkling of an idea for a trigun ficlet. A one-shot, really. Not really any plot, but I just have the urge to write my own interpretation of Weird Plant Shit. Like for how much ppl tag this stuff as xeno, most of it's honestly pretty tame. Which kinda makes sense, considering a lot of this is being based off of the plants in stampede, which While uncanny are not NEARLY the amount of inherent horror of the plants in the manga. There's some FREAKY shit going on there. So like. You know. What if I took more inspiration from That for Vash's freaky shit?
#speculation nation#YES this is for a smut idea. dont judge me#ive never posted smut b4 bc ive exclusively been writing akeshu & theyre teenagers#im not interested in writing smut of teenagers#but i have my interests 😭 and i am an undeniable monster fucker. we been knew.#just. vague idea. ppl have run with the plant idea. & id wanna too. but in a different sort of way.#thinking more. venus fly trap kind of situation. NOT easily translatable to human biology#the kinds of shit that may trip even the most adventurous man up. but we all know he would take it in stride in the end.#idfk so much of the allure of this pairing to me is the inherent inhuman nature of vash's physical form. and how that manifests everywhere#the human and the angel. for all that entails.#i dont have an idea for an actual story for these characters yet. my brain is spinning them but it hasnt come up with that yet#but a lil smth self indulgent to just play around with Fun Ideas? i reaaally wanna go for it.#we'll see if i end up writing this. & if i end up posting it.#im both somehow Very solidly kinky and VERY solidly shy about it. aka why i barely post about that kind of stuff.#face in my hands just talking about this here. who knows how i'd fare with posting it.#but if i go thru the trouble of writing it you BET id go thru the trouble of posting it#and you B E T itd be angsty. the inherent longing and unsaid words. what am i if not an unrepentant angst writer lol#thoughts & ideas r spinning. i will have a merry little time.#uhm. do i need to tag this as anything. is this too tmi? i dont even know#WELL if u read the word 'xeno' and keep reading that's on U. sorry#here just in case if ppl r worried i will tag this as#tmi/#sorry lol
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ghoulbread · 8 months
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lynn murray witnessing her son getting taken away by the television, screaming in agony and grief and pure, motherly rage. lynn punching the television that stole her son, over and over again, screaming to let him go, to give him back. she receives the alternate version of her son from cracked and mangled hands, pushing the baby into her arms desperately. she doesnt realize that the alternate has tricked her. she wont know until its too late.
the television is broken, lynn's hand is bleeding, and the tears that have pooled down her face have dried. her child is crying. she gets up from shock, holding her child in her arms like he'll get stolen again (its a possibility. she doesnt know where or when adam could get snatched again), and goes to the master bedroom. she's alone, with her child, not knowing when or if jude is coming home soon, or if what happened actually did.
the only evidence of the act being her bloodied, possibly broken fingers, and the television screen being smashed to bits, glass almost everywhere in the baby's room. she first wraps her son, her beloved baby boy, in a towel, and places him in the bath. she has full view of him from here, in case they come from the drains this time, yet enough room to fix up her hand. the hammering in her head, blurred and sore vision make her unable to focus on anything but her baby.
after painstakingly getting the bits of glasses that were stuck in her knuckles out, wrapping her hand up the best she can, she sits in the bathtub with him. its silent, save for the attempts to calm her breathing, the heartbeat slamming against every rib in her chest, and the incoherent, quiet babble coming from beside her. shifting in her seat, she stares at adam. her boy, her precious bundle of joy, almost died by something she had no comprehension of.
the thought terrified her. what if they come from the phone next? what if they break down her door? what if they torture such an innocent baby? who even are they? the thoughts raced in her mind, hands moving before she even registered that shes hugging her knees tightly, nails digging into the fabric of her pants. the tears start back up again, lynn quietly whimpering while adam falls back asleep, none the wiser.
she startles when the phone rings in her back pocket. the uncomfortable lump shes felt the entire shes sitting here has been her phone. shifting around, she answers the phone. her voice, hoarse from yelling and crying, stutters and stops.
"lynn? honey, im on my way home. i know im a bit late but the boss wanted me to do overtime." jude's voice was static-y, no doubt from the bad connection. lynn felt herself relax a bit, hands still shaky and mind still racing, though calmed by her husbands voice. "jude. i- i saw... i did- i-" she felt her throat close up, still trying to process what to even say. "something bad happened." how else could she describe it? could she?
"lynn? what the hell? what happened? did something happen to adam?" he sounded urgent, and perhaps even accusatory. "yes. no. i dont know. i cant describe- i- it all happened so fast- that- he's-" "lynn, what the fuck are you saying?" anger, now. "the television. it- it took him. but i- i got him back." silence. and then a very loud, very disappointed sigh. "listen, lynn. just- look, youre obviously hysterical right now, ill talk to you when i get home." dial tone.
she felt dread pool in her stomach, though she knew that it had to be a terrifying hallucination. it had to be. it had to be. why would televisions grab children? that doesnt make any sense. none of this made any sense. if her mind wasnt safe, what was? could she trust anything that she sees from now on? questions, yet again, filled her mind. the now silent bathroom, save for the occasional baby noises from a sleeping adam, mocked her.
she gets sent to a mental hospital for years, until adam no longer remembers shes even alive. the quest to find her, once again, ignites.
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