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#BRAIN WORMS
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GUYS GUYS GUYS. Idea. Reincarnated!Ghost who remembers all his past lives, and Reincarnated!Soap, who remembers none of them. They always, always fall in love, and are doomed to never be together.
There are 2 certains in every universe for Ghost. One is that he will awalsy meet Soap. The other is that he will always be a soldier. No matter what he does he can't seem to avoid it. He gets drafted, or picks it over prison, is bred and raised for it, sometimes even brainwashed into it, but he always meets Soap a soldier.
And every time he tells himself he will not love him, and every time it fails.
The blonde-haired asthmatic stole his heart from almost day one.
It took much longer with the dark-haired angel , but he still fell for the man no matter how many time he told himself to not.
Things would go differently this time. He was sure of it. He was getting a second chance, almost. Born to the same parents, but no siblings. Joined the military the same way, but with different people. There was no Roba, no Roach. But there was Soap.
He thought things would be different either the Scot. Thought that if he used his second chance right that things would end happy.
Soaps dog tags hang around his neck. Still crusted with blood.
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loveapologist · 6 months
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He changed his mind.
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knifearo · 1 year
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i think a lot about the loneliness of being aromantic. because it's something that's so profound, right? you're told your whole life that you need something to make you happy, to make you complete, to give you connection with other people, and when you realize you're aro, that's torn away from you. everything you've been raised to want is no longer something that will fulfill you. you are not built to be happy. and it gets better with time, it does! you restructure your world view, bit by bit, and the sting fades, but... i don't think it ever truly goes away. it's hard to express, because i love being aro, and i'm happy being aro, i wouldn't want to be any other way, but at the same time. there is such a profound heartbreak to knowing that you will never be someone's most important person in a society that values romance. that you'll never get the happy ever after that you were promised as a child. and you know you can be happy. but there's a lifetime of amatonormativity that lives in your brain and tells you that you can't.
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okay i've seen a few Just Some Guy!danny aus and they've consumed my brain so here you go, it's under the cut, you're welcome and thank you (ps it also combines part of a prompty type thing i saw the other day, props if you know it)
Danny was not entirely sure how he got here.
He was just walking along, bopping to some great interdimensional tunes, eating his tuna fish sandwich - with ectoplasm and pickles, of course - when KABLOW there's this big ole tightie-whities-on-the-outside wearing guy.
Now, Danny's not great at keeping up with the times, but he's pretty sure this is that Superman dude.
Said SuperDude was staring at his headphones and making vague "hey take them out pls so can converse" gestures, so naturally Danny pops the Interdimensional Walkman out of his chest to pause his wicked music, and then puts the whole kit and kaboodle back behind his rib cage.
"What's up? Did you need help or something? I mean, I'm pretty solidly retired but I guess if it's super important I can-"
SuperGuy abruptly stopped staring and started speaking, "Uh- no, no, thank you. Although I'm sure you could be helpful if I did need you! But, ah, well, was that a Walkman?"
Ohhhhh, Danny totally gets it now.
"Oh, dude, I gotchu. You want me to hook you up, right? Don't even worry about it, I know a guy who'll give you one a these babies for free! You're Kryptonian, right? Yeah, I totally get it, you wanna listen to some music from your home planet, no problemo my newly-minted friend, give me, like, ten seconds-"
And so Danny tore open a neat little portal and stuck his head through it, asking Technus to pretty please give him another Interdimensional Walkman, no he didn't even break this one-! He ran into a Kryptonian who heard him rockin out and wanted to know where he got the beats, and he'd told them that he could hook them up! C'mon Technus, you can't let them down! They're all lonely! They want to learn about their culture!
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Clark has no idea what's happening.
He had been searching for this ear-splitting, headache-inducing noise, and had come across a guy dancing down the sidewalk.
Not unusual, right?
Except that the terrible noise was coming from this man's - kid's?? He can't quite tell how old he is - headphones!
Of course, he didn't want to be rude, so he politely gestured for the man to remove the headphones. The man then proceeded to reach into his chest and pull out some kind of - Walkman?? Do people still use Walkmans?
Clark was naturally concerned, so he activated a spot of x-ray vision, just to see what's going on in there, and was promptly horrified.
This man was using his chest cavity as a storage compartment!
Two wallets, a key ring, a lunch box, some sort of odd thermos, bits and bobs of random parts and tools were all tangled around - and occasionally in - this guy's organs!
Suddenly, Clark realized that he'd been staring for a while, and the man was now talking. Something about coming out of retirement to help, oh dear, Ma would knock him around the head if he kept being so rude, "Uh- no, no, thank you. Although I'm sure you could be helpful if I did need you! But, ah, well, was that a Walkman?"
And now he was speaking rapidly, something about music from Krypton? Clark's pretty sure that not a whole lot survived the explosion, and he'd be pretty surprised if this guy just happened to have-
A vaguely Lazarus colored portal??
What in the world-
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"Thanks Technus! You're the best! I owe you one non evil scheme related favour!"
Danny zips up the portal and turns around, fiddling with the tapes and Walkman in his hands as he goes.
"Here you go! I wasn't entirely sure what genre you'd want, I don't really listen to a whole lot of Kryptonian stuff to be honest, it's usually too heavy on the vocal for me- not that vocals aren't great! But I want a whole band experience, yaknow? I'm not really looking for individual singers. Anyway, I just had him go for a couple songs of each major genre, but if you want something different you can totally-"
"Wait, hold on, you're telling me that there's Kryptonian music on those tapes? Playable by that Walkman?"
"Uh, well, yeah. Isn't that why you tracked me down? And, technically, I mean, they're ectoplasmic tapes and an Interdimensional Walkman, so. Hey, did you know that kryptonite is actually super-condensed ectoplasm? And since it's filled with the anguish and suffering and fear and whatnot of your entire home planet dying, it only negatively affects your species! Pretty cool right? Oh, shit, was that insensitive, I really didn't mean to be, I just thought that maybe you'd want to- ACK!"
Danny was not expecting SuperMuscles to get so close. He thrust out the IW and tapes and dropped them into SuperFellow's hands, "Listen, I gotta run. I'm supposed to be at a o-chem study group right now and they're totally gonna be pissed. Hit me up if you want a different tape."
And the proceeded to run in the opposite direction, duck into an alley and turn invisible, and fly over to the cafe his study group was in.
"Listen, I know I'm late but you'll never believe why-"
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lindersliu · 1 year
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a little comic about missing major milestones, feelings of inadequacy, fear of failure, and the brain worms of it all
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spoomkeearts · 7 months
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RAAAAA IM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM
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May I introduce the Furkin, the furby merkin. This idea has been rotting my brain for a whole year now, and I think making this cured my depression.
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diavoloinajar · 10 months
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Wip lol 🤭
edit: scrapped wip 😢
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ijustthinkhesneat · 2 months
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So dark Bruce and Dick live in my head. I just love the idea that Jason’s death doesn’t crush them, they don’t grieve, it fundamentally breaks them as people. Like Batman and Nightwing are scarier than the joker.
The idea of their sanity breaking in an unfixable way is just so yummy for my brain worms.
Like imagine symbol of hope nightwing mentally regressing to have the mannerisms of an 8 year old on patrol, you pass an alley and you just see Nightwing crouched over a rogue, demented child like giggling bubbling up out of him after every sickening crack and crunch of the villains bones.
Batman crucifying the joker in a sewer, keeping him alive to carve at his body, swear refuse over his wounds so he can keep reviving him and keep him suffering into eternity. Forcing tainted putrefied rat carcasses down his throat. Like the joker isn’t even capable of taunting Batman anymore. And Bruce is reveling in it. Maniacal laughter echoing through the underground.
But it’s not just Batman and nightwing. Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson have lost their minds. Word spreads through the station that you don’t wanna work with Grayson for cases involving children. People have nightmares about what he does to the perps and no one can stop him cause Bruce Wayne has practically bought the station.
Bruce Spends almost all his time at the grave stuck in a sick delusion we’re Jason’s mangled corpse is talking to him. In meetings he keeps an empty chair because ‘He can’t leave Jason alone’.
When Jason actually comes back all revenge plans go out the window because he stumbles upon nightwing slicing up the penguin with a baterang saying some psycho shit like “look at all the pretty red paint Jaybird!” “Lots of pretty paint for my baby brother.” “Red was always your favorite color!” And he’s just like ‘oh no’
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Ex-soldier!reader who nannies Ghosts kidd while he's away on missions. Who notice people who have never been on theirhis street before out and about. Who gets his kid out of the house just before it blows up. Who goes on the run with the kid while Ghosts enemies hunt them down. Who is injured and solely focused on keeping the kid alive. Who makes it to the safe house Ghost gave them "just in case". Who pistol-whips Soap when he shows up. Who almsot cries when the kid screams daddy as Ghost walks in behind Soap. Who resists the urge to run unto his arms just like his kid did. Who end up in them anyways when they collapse from exhaustion and stress.
Who finally gets a kiss when they wake up in the medbay.
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mikaikaika · 5 months
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Oh HC that since Bad is the grim reaper - he can see the ghost of Fred wandering around Tubbo (since they are an unfulfilled spirit) hence he said "You three". But since it'd be too heart-breaking to reveal that to Tubbo so Bad instantly corrected himself. However what Bad doesn't know is that Tubbo can already feel it deep in his heart and the flower is his way of saying to Fred "I know " <3
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juicinmyjams · 2 years
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okay okay I saw this post by @goggles-mcgee and it got me thinking about Steve and baking some more but like, pre-season 4.
Dustin always shows up to Hellfire with these absolutely delicious smelling baked goods for him and Lucas and Mike.
Now, Eddie and the rest of Hellfire havent had any yet because they aren't going to bully freshmen into giving away their clearly homemade treats. And Eddie's never really had homemade cookies or brownies or cupcakes, only the stuff from the store (i.e those sugar cookies that dissolve when they get wet, still bomb, but like, you know). So when Dustin finally brings enough to share and passes them around, Eddie goes to mow through his and takes one bite and nearly cries from how good it is. He didn't know cookies could taste like this.
Dustin definitely notices and starts bringing in enough to share every time. And Eddie, of course, is all about it. He's never had this much of a range of baked goods in his life.
And, he assumes, since Dustin is bringing them in tins, that it's his mom doing the baking. So after a few weeks of Dustin bringing in more stuff, Eddie loudly proclaims that he's in love with Dustin's mother, and that if they ever meet, he's proposing on sight.
The kids laugh so hard, way harder than they should at that kind of joke.
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feraelancunin · 7 months
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ok but the fact that Astarion was not saved by any heroes or monster hunters or smth
Astarion was saved by a madman and their insane plan to use mind flayers to genocide the entire population of Toril
and i am feeling SO INSANE ABOUT THIS
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obsob · 2 years
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precious cargo
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boobun · 6 months
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Thinking about wine drunk Shadowheart just turning into a cat.
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renonv · 6 months
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Trying so hard to get this comic out of my system but it’s a big one and it’s gonna take a second to complete so here’s some drawings i like
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