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trying to do a thing

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Haters

cause headaches to others.

If too loud around it, you risk being torn apart inside. This is also known as a Bitch.

Haters out! That not friendly.

Beware of foes that show no signs of liking u. You may have wandered into hater territory.

Giant? na.

This foe can read emotions of creatures, it senses hostility, it goes on the attack.

Blind dont care. It's known to rage.

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I choked when I read this

things you dont learn at school:

oscar wilde said he was “addicted to cock-sucking”. also, oscar wilde said “penis-sucking” gave him inspiration

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EVERYONE STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING AND READ SOMETHINGS STRANGE AT CAMP CAMP

LITERALLY THE BEST FIC EVER TYSM TO Shout_and_Echo ON AO3!!!

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theI just realized I never posted the pirate AU drawings I did for LOTR.  Shame on me.  These are from like 2020 and I forgot about them.

The Maiar are sea spirits.  Gandalf has chosen to take a mostly-human form but his eyes glow and his ears are shaped like seashells.  Aragorn’s tattoo is the Evenstar necklace from the LOTR movies.  For anyone who asks if there’s any particular significance to Legolas’s necklace, no there isn’t, it’s just a merfolk necklace of some kind.  Also “The Fellowship” is literally a ship.  And it gets sunk when Frodo and Sam leave and Merry and Pippin are kidnapped and Boromir gets shot (with a sea-Uruk flintlock, of course) and all that good stuff.  Speaking of Frodo and Sam…

Also a bonus Bilbo.  In the pirate AU, the hobbits are, appearance-wise, basically the same as they are in canon, but they can hold their breath for much longer than humans can (even for hours if they’re only minimally exerting themselves) which is why Gandalf keeps bringing them on adventures: they’re great at sea travel and all things water-related, whether or not they’ll admit it, and specifically Bilbo was able to swim through the tunnels that the sea serpent Smaug had flooded.

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Nobody:

Absolutely Nobody:

One of the people I eat lunch with when I left my creative writing notebook on the table:

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The thing is, mythical creatures are SO GOOD at disguising themselves that you are also a dragon. You’ve both been two dragons in human form thinking that the other was a real human. You explain to her that you are also a dragon. Your wife then proceeds to break down and hug you.

After a few months, you both decide to move to a more dragon-friendly country, using some gold from your shared horde to move there. But, after you leave, you begin to wonder if the dragon country is as friendly to your kind as you thought, what with all the enclosures, labs, and constant monitoring by humans. One day, you and your wife decide to try and fly away to somewhere else, but find out that you are now trapped inside this fake paradise.

Mythical creatures exist, but they all like to take the form of humans, they do it so well that most of their own species wouldn’t be able to tell. One day your wife sits you down and explains that she is a dragon…you begin to worry about your secret stash of gold in the attic.

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@writing-prompt-s

if you have ever eaten someone, or had an organ transplant, or connected with someone in such a way that they have been inside you, when you get to the gates of heaven they will see two souls, so you’d better hope theirs was holy.

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Sus

When I look behind

You’re always there.

When I’m by myself

You prove me wrong.

But when you weren’t

And the meeting was called,

How do you expect to explain

The red marks on your suit?

I can’t be your alibi,

Because you weren’t with me.

For all I know you were the one

Who self-reported?

Huh?

What are you talking about?

Can’t you see

That it’s not me?

I was in reactor,

Far away as I could be!

Why would you accuse me?

Why do you believe?

They are clearly lying!

I wasn’t even there!

Nobody saw hide nor hair;

Accusing me isn’t fair!

Stop! You’re making a mistake!

Stop it wasn’t me!

…

In a second you will see;

You gave the impostor an easy V.

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Plot twist: its a Nightmare Before Christmas fanfic

The defenses of Halloween have fallen. Christmas has begun to spread over the rest of the year like a cancer, and the holidays earlier in the year rush to build any resistance they can muster.

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pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis: gives the target a particular type of lung disease (guess which one)

The power of a spell is inversely proportional to the amount of words in its name. You, hated and exiled, invented the first single word spell:

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“How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?” “769.” “…What?” “769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?”

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Story #1: Dave

Dave was bored. All day, he hadn’t been needed outside of his house. Seems nice right? Well now, not so much. It turns out doing nothing gets boring fairly quickly.

Turning to his side, he surveyed his small apartment. He was on a couch he had been gifted by his mom 10 years prior, across from a boxy tv that looked like it belonged inside of a museum. The carpet was old and faded, nearly worn bare in some parts, and all of the walls were painted with the “Landlord Special”.

Sighing, Dave rose from his house and walked into his bedroom, the other main area in his living space. His bed was small, something that could barely be called a twin. Reaching over, he grabbed his blanket and walked back to the living room.

Setting the blanket down on the couch, Dave then walked to the kitchen. He started up the espresso machine. It was the only thing he really had splurged in recently. Hearing it rumble to life, Dave smiled and got out a cup.

The machine vibrated and sputtered. Nothing came out. Frowning, Dave hit it, hoping that the ground-up beans were just stuck inside. Still, nothing came out. The espresso machine made a final cough, and died.

Dave felt tears forming at his eyes. He would have to get some instant stuff from the local convenience store, which was bad enough, but more importantly, he’d have to go outside.

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