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This gave me chills, I love all of your superhero/villain works!

No Heroes Here

Summary: Daz was raised by a hero. That’s probably why she isn’t one.

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The lip isn’t split so badly that she needs stitches, so Daz sorts through the kit on the counter for a thin bandage. She gingerly presses it over the wound and studies the results. If she can get the swelling to go down, she’ll be able to tell her work that it’s a cold sore. Embarrassing, but safe.

Ha.

Safe.

She sweeps the last of the blood-soaked pads of gauze into the bathroom trash before limping back out into the bedroom. Lumps of shredded fabric litter the carpet, blood-soaked and already dry and flaking. Her mask is torn nearly in half down the ridge of the nose piece. Not salvageable. This costume will need to go in the trash too. Once her cracked ribs let her bend over anyway.

Daz’ stomach growls just as she’s trying to figure out how she’s going to climb into bed with her hip freshly popped back into socket. Maybe if she sort of flops over onto the duvet and rolls…? Her stomach growls again and she scowls down at it. Between sleeping and eating, she knows which she’d prefer. But she’s hardly going to heal running on fumes. “Fine.” She leaves her room to go to the kitchen and stops in her tracks.

There’s a ghost sitting at the kitchen table.

“Not tonight,” Daz says. She reaches out for the doorframe blindly, unable to take her eyes off the man in front of her. It’s the same damn shirt as that day, the same dress pants–! “Please, please not today.”

Her father doesn’t hear her. He carefully flips a page of the binder in front of him, head moving as he slowly reads each line. It’s dark in her apartment, too dark to read, but her father isn’t squinting. It was sunny the day he read that paper and he wasn’t here at her table. He was at his own table, her mother next to him, waiting for Daz to come down for breakfast.

Daz squeezes her eyes shut. She doesn’t need this today. She’d hoped her powers were too exhausted from the fight to do this. Usually, she can control them so that the past whispers answers to her, locations and dates and witnesses, bits of information that she can process and use. This is…it’s cruel.

And she’s doing it to herself.

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"Old friend" is a gayass thing to call someone

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

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After shoving Hansel in the oven, the witch turns to Gretel - who is currently fending the witch off with a gingerbread chair - and says:

“I can’t believe you thought a trail of breadcrumbs would save you. I mean, honestly, this is a forest! It’s full of animals. Honestly, the very idea that a dumb shit like you thought you could get the better of me is absurd.”

Gretel hits her in the face with said chair. To be fair to the witch, she takes the chairshot like a champ.

“Ow!”

“Did you know,” says Gretel, “that crows are capable of facial recognition?”

“Eh?” Says the witch, clambering to her feet and pulling a candy cane sledgehammer off the wall. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Not only that,” Gretel continues, “but they can remember both friends and enemies. And they’ll often follow people they remember as friends.”

The two fence with their sugared weapons for a moment, before the witch knocks the chair out of Gretel’s hands.

“Enough with the bird facts! Honestly, this whole attempted escape has been utter clownshoes. Get in the fucking oven!”

She seizes Gretel by the collar. Gretel immediately sandbags, letting her whole body go limp. This eminently practical defense forces the witch to try and deadlift her. Which is hard, as the witch often skips leg day.

“For example,” Gretel says, as the witch struggles and grunts, “if you feed crows a lot of breadcrumbs, they’ll probably start to see you as a friend and follow you in the hope of more food.”

The witch stops. Outside, she hears the thunder of wings.

“They’ll even bring you shiny things they find as presents!” Says Gretel, as a corner of the gingerbread ceiling is suddenly cut away by a large crow with a knife in its mouth.

“Oh shitballs.” Says the witch, as the crows descend. “I hope you know this is a great unkindness.”

“Technically,” Says Gretel, “It’s a murder.”

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Hello, everyone!

Due to recent revelations regarding tumblr's take-down of written content involving minors and those who look to be minors, we'll be reformatting our Mature to Explicit Content Round Up posts this year.

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In previous years, we linked directly to the fanwork posted on AO3. From now on, to work around tumblr's rules, we'll be linking directly to the AO3 collection, where you will have to find the fanwork itself.

This will mean that each AO3 fanwork will sadly not be individually linked in our round up posts. However, we'll still be including the title, description, and trigger warnings in the post. That part will be formatted the same way.

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Al trying to be big tough scary brother because "if you hurt Arthur you know what I'll do to you??" But he gets there and he starts and Feli just "would you actually war and sanction my population?" "WHAT NO THIS IS PERSONAL NOT POLITICAL" "ok then in that case /child sit DOWN/" May or May not end with al being served cookies and hot milk with coffee like a little kid and feeling silly for bringing it up"

Feliciano wasn’t really threatened by Alfred, although considering the guy had super strength, he probably should’ve been.

Alfred was puffing himself up with brotherly bravado, the kind that manifests when one is being protective over a sibling who’s got a new date. Feliciano was fully aware of what that looked like, considering he’d seen it multiple times on his own brothers, and even in himself.

“So long story short, hurt him and I’ll hurt you a hundred times worse, got it?” Alfred’s arms were folded over his chest and he was trying to pin Feliciano with a serious and threatening look, but Feliciano knew Alfred better than that.

“You don’t mean political war and sanction, right?”

Alfred instantly lost his facade. “Wait, what? No way, dude! Like… personally! He’s like my brother, you know!”

Feliciano’s smile sharpened. “Ah. I see. Have a seat.”

Alfred wasn’t quite sure why he did, but he did, and before he knew it, he was being served (fantastic) coffee and sweets, while Feliciano watched him with the most amused smile on his face. “What? What are you looking at me like that, for?”

“You do realize Arthur’s at least over a millennium older than you, has seen more brutality and bloodshed than you have, fought more wars and slaughtered more people than you have, right?” Feliciano asked with that amused glint still in his eyes.

Alfred was starting to feel very flustered. “I, er, well, yeah, but-“

“You broke his heart the worst, you know.”

Alfred fell silent, entirely stunned and frozen into silence. He glared aside, as that had struck a sensitive nerve.

“I don’t intend to hurt him, okay? I really do like him,” Feliciano carried on, nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t said something so brutal. “So you shouldn’t be worrying about me, I’m the least of threats to him, really…”

Alfred had lost his appetite, but Feliciano reached over and gently patted his hand, giving him a soft smile. “I’ll take good care of him. It’s sweet that you’re worried, but… don’t act so silly.”

Alfred huffed, cheeks red, and stuffed a pastry into his mouth to avoid having to respond.

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Continuation of my mission to respond to all of the birthday art I received last weekend🫡 Most of the originals are on my Twitter, so go check them out!

Part 1

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found some old notes and one of them just said “kravitz wants to unionize” and this is what i got from that

[ID: a black and white comic of a ceremony for Lup and Barry becoming reapers. In panel 1 The Raven Queen says “I now pronounce you… part of my sacred reapers.” In panel 2 Barry and Lup have their eyes closed as she speaks. In panel 3 appears an excited Kravitz between startled Barry and Lup, and says “Great! There’s more than one of us now!” Panel 4 is almost the same as panel 3, but Kravitz has his hands around them and is smirking as he says “Let’s unionize.” Barry and Lup look amused.]

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Hi everyone! This is the survey for this years KHR Rare Pair Week 2023 prompts! 

 Please vote which prompts you would like to see featured for the week. 

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These are the official archetype measurements from Goodsmile Company. The bodies are about 100mm tall. Graphics found here. 

I imagine as they release more nendoroid dolls of characters that some measurements may change. 

So please note these are the archetype measurements. So far the peach, cream, cinnamon, and almond milk bodies are all the same mold. 

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PJO but in the Hades game format

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You are a supervillain who has just captured your rival’s child. Rather than being afraid, they’re begging you to let them stay.

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.