#are you ready to be wrong?
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Also can we have a moment of appreciation for how Fontaine's trial had the vibes of the "are you ready to be wrong?" Genshin VA Amogus moment?
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#but you're wrong#you're wrooooong#are you ready to be wrong?#I don't subscribe to the idea that griffin is just childe irl#but still#tw: griffin burns#childe#tartaglia#genshin impact#Youtube
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if you were at your worst, if you’re a villain or a screwup or whatever, there is a goth man dressed as a giant bat who keeps coming after you, bothering you. he sabotages your journey of self destruction over and over. ur ready to give up but he won’t let you. you think, today he won’t come. today he will give up on me too. he never does.
#batman#bruce wayne#brucellosis wayne#the man that you are#he is so ready to hang up that cape#people who say that batman cannot exist without being batman has forgotten smth#batman exists for as long as crime exists#but this man is a straight up father and he wants to sleep and he wants to hang out with his friends and he wants to play with his dog#his world is no longer that small dark place the batman was born from#justice exists as long as there is right and wrong#batman will never retire#but he prays every night that when he goes out this time harvey dent will be a lawyer again and harley will be married and happy#that joker won’t show up and mr freeze will ask him for help in saving his wife and poison ivy will partner with the WE botany department#let me help you please let me help you#and if you won’t accept my help today don’t worry i’ll be back tomorrow#dc#brucie wayne#this is a message you YOU that no matter how bad you think you are batman will never give up on you
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"If you're hurt by finding out that a person you admired did something bad or are worried about the idea they might, it shows you need to not form attachments to people you don't personally know."
I have bad news for you about how literally the entirety of human socialization and the human mind work. You can say "here's a stick from off the ground. his name is Stanley and he has a loving family" and then break the stick and people will feel hurt because they formed a positive connection to Stanley. Humans project attachment onto everything. Asking people not to feel connections to other humans is not feasible. It's not possible and, if it were, it sure as hell wouldn't be healthy.
You didn't do anything wrong if you feel hurt that someone you didn't personally know did something wrong. You're not parasitic or obsessive for wanting people you don't personally know to be good people. Being devastated that someone you liked did something horrible isn't a sign you liked them too much, it's a sign you have the basic human ability to form emotional and social connections. Your responsibility is being aware of those connections and behaving in ways that are healthy, respectful, and keep you and others safe.
Trying to just not admire people or not feel a connection to other humans won't work. Focus instead on being aware of what your relationships to other people are, what actions on your part are acceptable given that level of relationship, what actions are acceptable on their part, and what level of relationship it's realistic or healthy to project. And be ready, as with all things in life, to change your views on something or someone when presented with new information, even if you have very strong emotional connections to the subject. For example: "I'd love to get a cup of coffee with the celebrity I don't know and talk with them about a film they're in. I imagine that would be nice." <- normal human emotion "I will go to this celebrity I don't know and ask them, apropos of nothing, to get a coffee with me/I expect this celebrity I've never met WILL go to coffee with me" <- Unrealistic level of projected relationship. Crosses boundaries of normal human interactions between strangers.
"I'm devastated this actor I liked was an abuser" <- normal human emotion
"I won't believe that this actor was an abuser because I like him and therefore can tell he wouldn't do that" <- Unrealistic and unhealthy level of projected relationship. Unsafe for you and others.
You can't just "not admire" people, yes, even people you don't know personally. Instead, be careful to make sure your admiration of someone doesn't affect your ability to make judgements about them.
#i don't know#I see a lot of posts that are clearly well meaning and the idea of maintaining a realistic view of your connections to strangers is solid#but they always seem to rely on this underlying shame#and this idea that it's on you to never form positive feelings because what if they're wrong#it's not sustainable and frankly it's very easy to exploit#because if your philosophy boils down to 'don't ever have parasocial relationships'#(which is impossible to begin with#since humans feel connections with everyone all the time#and any "many-to-one' relationship of performer to audience is technically 'parasocial')#it means all someone has to do to circumvent it is convince you you're more than a fan and have a closer relationship than that#which is already where the danger is#be aware of the behaviors of everyone you interact with#and ready to adjust your behavior and your views on people when you need to especially when you don't know them well#you're just going to be fighting a losing battle trying to just not care about celebrities#it's on them for doing something horrible not on you for daring to form connections with other people
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Quinn with the 'when I say sit on my face, i don't mean hover.'
Lovely anon, do you know how downbad I am? No? Well, I am. Also, are you in my Instagram algorithm??? That phrase kept showing up even if I say ‘not interested’ (I am but you know, I’m trying not to be the whore that I am). Anyway, it’s maybe a bit cringe…I swear I tried...Sorry in advance…😭🧎🏻♀️
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TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Implied Unprotected Sex (use protection, silly), Oral (fem receiving), Face-sitting, Cum eating… 👀
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You’re not listening to him. Why are you not listening? Is what he said so hard to understand? Quinn is seriously stunned—utterly flabbergasted—when you try to get out of the bed.
“Quinn, get off me!” You grumble, trying to slip out of his hold, but Quinn is still stronger than you. “This is holding me against my will! Kidnapping! Hostage taking!”
Quinn bursts out laughing. Fuck, you’re so silly sometimes. It’s never a dull moment with you, even when you are suddenly on a different wavelength. No, not even, especially. Quinn holds you closer, hand resting over your middle, pulling you closer against his chest.
Soon, your laughter follows—a beautiful mix of giggles and chuckles. Your sound makes him warm all over. When you crane your head so your lips graze his cheek, your hand entwining with his, the other holding his jaw, Quinn almost forgets why he was holding you in the first place. You trickster.
“You’re distracting me,” he growls softly in your ear. Your little squeak makes him chuckle as he nips at your nape, your shoulders, your jaw. “You can’t get out of this.”
“Quinn,” you whine, “we just had sex. I’m sensitive! Plus I’ve already sat on your face earlier.”
“Sat,” he scoffs. “Sure.”
“Is that attitude?” You twist around so quickly, beautiful eyes narrowing, lips pouting, hair still very much disheveled from your earlier rounds, your nail scratching over his chest. “Don’t scoff at me, Quintin.”
Quintin. His first name. Fuck, it sounds so good.
Quinn sighs, pulling you closer, hooking your thigh over his hip. “Sorry.”
You both groan when his cock graze your pussy lips. Quinn’s member rousing. Yours quivering, leaking with your arousal and his cum. Oh, right. He filled you up so good, didn’t he? Quinn presses against your pussy, feels your entrance pulse, sees your hooded eyes.
“Again? I’m tired,” you whine, protesting but it’s you who reaches his cock to press it against your hole. “I’m so full, Q.”
Are you? You’ve already wasted a lot of his cum. Already so spent for the day. Quinn knows that. He fucking knows that. Despite wanting to pound into you, to fuck you until the next morning—and the through the whole day—he needs to hold back.
That’s why he fucking needs you to sit on his face. Right now.
“Then why is your pussy begging for more?” Quinn asks, eyes hooded, watching every shuddering breaths that escapes your lips. “But I know. You’re busy tomo—”
“Quinn, shut up.” You grab his cheeks and kiss him so sloppily. “I’m so sore, Quinny,” you whine when his tip teases your entrance.
You keep protesting, but it’s you who pushes your hips, chasing after his dick, seeking more and more.
“Sit on my face, my love.” Quinn whispers. His words echo in his ears. Does it with yours? Does his voice rattle your soul as much as yours with his?
“But…” You still hesitate.
You’re rarely hesitant. But when you are, you are. Like he will be turned off by you. Like he will care about your filled up pussy. Like he will suddenly be disgusted with you when he could very much lick the ground you walk on, kiss the pebbles of sweat on your body. Oh, he got you. Silly girl. Just breathe and you already have him hard and begging for a fuck.
“Trust me,” Quinn pleads, pressing his forehead against yours. His nose touches yours. He can see the little fear in your eyes, the doubt, before it dissipates into lust. “There we go.”
He gives you a small peck on your blushing cheek. “And, my Love, when I say sit on my face, I don’t mean hover.”
The wanton moan that escapes your lips is Quinn’s last straw. He could just fuck you. It would be too easy. Just one thrust and he’ll be inside your pussy. Just one kiss and he’ll have you begging for it—sore or not. But he doesn’t. Not when you finally agree.
Quinn helps you over him. His hands glide and grip your skin. He can feel your shivers and trembles as you kneel over his face, legs beautifully parted for him to see your flushed pussy, too used and fucked.
“Quinn,” you whimper, hands planting on the headboard.
He mutters your name like a prayer and when you lower your pussy to his face, he knows his Goddess—you—answered.
He gives your clit a small kiss, tongue flatting over your trembling slit. The way you squeal and say it made his heart flutter faster and faster in his chest. You taste divine. His cum combines with yours. Salty, musky, and somehow sweet.
This is what he fucking wants. He needed—still needs—this for so long. To be able to savor what he has done to you. To know how perfect your pussy would be with his fucking cum that he has never dared to taste before.
Fuck.
Oh, his love of his life. So perfect, so delectable, so fucking divine.
He's so happy that you’re not hovering. So happy that you finally listened. So happy that you’re grinding your pussy against his lips, using his nose to your clit, letting him hear every moan, groan, and whimper that escapes you. So happy to feel your weight on him.
He grips your thighs securing to him as he slips his tongue in your pussy, tasting more of you and him.
More.
Quinn thinks he should have done this earlier. Should have filled you with more cum and not let you argue and waste a single droplet. Should have feasted on you, stained and dirtied by him. Fuck. He needs more.
For every gulp and lick, your pussy tightens around his tongue, squeezing out his cum and your addicting arousal. Quinn can feel your thighs quiver, your pathetic attempt to escape him.
Oh, you can’t.
He won’t have it.
He needs you to come. He needs to feel you rob him of air as he does when he wrapped his fingers round your neck as he fucked into you.
He needs this.
Fuck. He’s so hard.
Maybe he can convince you for another round—rounds—of him buried deep in your pussy. Maybe he can persuade you not to attend the appointments you got tomorrow. Maybe he can just fuck you, clean you with his tongue, then fuck you again. Again. And fucking again.
Because this is not enough.
God, he’s so selfish. So fucking selfish.
He needs more and more of everything you can give him. His life is yours. Forever.
#i fear it is cringey#yes i know#i fear i need to be sent to jail#sorry for making you go through this trash 🤣#no BETA yet#sorry for the wrong grammars#i am ready to be jailed#quinn hughes#qh43#qhughes#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes drabble#quinn hughes smut#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes x you#ruinix answers#ruinix drabbles#smut#sweet#sweet quinn#i swear he's sweet!!!!#nhl x reader#nhl imagine
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good morning tetro community
@jubileedeeznuts-posting dragged me into this because he's a dastardly awful terrible unforgivable wretch and i HATE her
#my art#tetro danganronpa pink#hiroaki nakamigawa#ojima takeshi#hama ran#that's right ... it's me .... jubilee “mate” who was dragged in for the third trial .....#im just gonna yap in the ensuing tags don't mind that#hama's such a cutie i actually love him so bad thats all abt that#“that's all” no it's not i just wanted to draw him smiling bc he deserves it#what a sweetie bro has done nothing wrong ever#and hiroaki and takeshi .... wait shoudl i tag#hirojima#anyways aside from shipping i just think their dynamic is really really good#hiroaki is so clearly bothered by takeshi zoning out but vehemently doesn't blame HIM for it#and defends him against other people getting mad at him for it AND their accusations because he TRUSTS takeshi more than anyone#that trust and that bond means so much in a setting like this#andit must mean so much to takeshi who feels so unsafe in his life. in this place. in his own head. but he has SOMEONE he can feel safe wit#the way he calls for nakamigawa when he's in such a vulnerable state and sounds so close to tears#that bond is something so special. i'm not even talking about shipping it's just so SPECIAL. this is so MEANINGFUL#having someone to rely on even if you're not ready to tell them your deepest traumas#but still knowing that they'd be there for you when you need or want them#not being in your right mind but calling out for someone and they're THERE and they keep reassuring you of that fact#holy mother of god#i really like takeshi and hiroaki but especially takeshi he's my number 1#tetro danganronpa
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sin eater
#sorry its been a minute!!! the horrors. you understand.#anyways yall ready for another gloom tag essay because here we go!!!#im constantly thinking about the ramifications of uzi literally eating cyn and her now being apart of her.#specifically how it impacts uzi mentally. like dgmw i LOVE the silly cyntail shenanigans in fanart (ive also contributed to this) however#when i really think about it in relation to uzi's arc i go crazy insane#uzi is a character who is grasping for control after a lifetime of not having it.#she has no control over how her peers treat her. she has no control over khan neglecting her for reasons that arent her fault.#she quite literally has no control over the solver taking her over and making her do monstrous things against her will#which solidifies her feelings of being a freak monster who everyone was right to outcast and mistreat.#because im Unwell i interpret her calling herself god as a way to convince herself of having control- and to lock away feelings of impurity#if anyone is in control- if anyone is loved and cherished despite any and all wrong doings- its a god.#and that all comes to a head when she eats the heart of cyn thereby destroying the AS- a literal manifestation of a corrupted god- for good#finally taking back control from the entity that had been terrorizing and traumatizing both her and her loved ones. but did she really?#cyn is apart of her now. powerless sure- but that doesnt take away the horrors she wrought previously#and even so- has uzi ever stopped being just a host? do you think shes terrified of cyn regaining power out of the blue?#do you think uzi ever stops feeling like a monster?#“sin eating” was a thing that happened where someone would consume ritual foods to take on the sins of a recently deceased person#thus absolving said deceased person of any sins and putting them onto the sin eater. being a sin eater ensured eternal damnation.#and i just think about that a lot. when applying that (symbolically ofc(somewhat literally. she very much is a cyn eater)) to what uzi did.#“gloom you're reading way too much into this” THE LITTLE GOTH ROBOT. MAKES ME INSANE IN THE HEAD. OK!!!!!#gloom.art#murder drones#murder drones fanart#murder drones uzi#uzi murder drones#uzi doorman#uzi md#md uzi#uzi fanart
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it's missing my beloved advisors hours
#sketches#dragon age#beloved advisors#josephine montilyet#leliana#cullen rutherford#ndo sta l'art tag#josie is 100% correct that man is a log and we love him for that#also they totally trained for days to be in synch with their fan-ography#I righted a wrong they needed fans in the game too so now they're getting matching ones. as a t(h)reat#(also fun fact: my fencing coach did that little thing with her arm whenever she corrected us as if she was readying the guard stance)#(walking around the gym with her left arm curled while swinging a plastic foil <3)#(...and hitting the back of our knees with it because we weren't bending them enough / we were bending them too much <<)#(you know how fucking hard it is to mantain that position for minutes while a person is talking to you? very. lol)
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asajksjdjkksjdkk DEAD PLATE


Full painting under the cut!
I am. so normal about these three.
#my art#azuki does an art#azuki does a video#my art 2023#dead plate#dead plate game#rody dead plate#vince dead plate#tw: horror#tw: cannibalism#there is an inherent homoeroticism in cannibalism prove me wrong#ALSO ALSO ALSO#so spoilers but I assume you’ve finished the game but if Vince was going to feed Manon to Rody#because he thought love might make it taste better#then turns around and tries to eat Rody himself#like. do you see what I’m saying#help was this intentional#Rody isn’t ready for a girlfriend and Vince definitely isn’t ready for a boyfriend but I think they could be so bad for each other#mostly Vince#mostly Vince would be bad for Rody#besides the eating him part
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I actually really love that we see Helena's palpable hesitation about going back to the severed floor. We know that this has all been a publicity thing for her and it's about helping Lumon, so she's really invested in the outcome, but like. from her POV, she's literally letting someone who actively hates her and everything she stands for, and also has a proven willingness to hurt herself if it means hurting Helena, who now knows who she is and her significance to Lumon, pilot her body for 8 hours every day in an environment where they've repeatedly failed to control her. If I were her, I'd be genuinely surprised to wake up with my limbs intact.
You already questioned why on earth she'd come back after Helly's suicide attempt, and the identity reveal explains the reasoning, but on a human level that's still a wild thing to have to think about. This person (who is you but also isn't) almost succeeded in killing you, and like a week later you let them pilot your body again like nothing happened. How could you not be terrified?
#they might play this as like disgust at being an innie or fear of failure or whatever later on but that's how it seemed to me at least rn#like dont get me wrong what helena is doing/supporting is evil this isnt me feeling bad for her im just glad they're actually showing the#reality of how that would feel on a human level and adding that dimensionality to her character. like the mark and gemma thing was more#immediately striking to me psychologically but i feel like the helly helena dynamic has such rich potential. you see how intense and#headstrong helly is and you have to wonder a bit about what she's like on the outside and where this fire comes from and then you see#outside her and its like. oh. of course. there's the exact same intensity and energy its just projected the opposite way. of course someone#like helena would refuse to cooperate and be ready to burn this place down and even end her own life to get at the person who stuck her her#its like the most literal version of the 'the things you hate most in other people often reflect what you fear being/dislike about yourself#idea except in this case you literally share a body with that person#idk there's just a lot there#helly r#severance#severance season 2#helena eagan
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"There is only so much you can for the dead" part 2
continuation to this, I should probably make an original title at some point
trigger warnings: graphic describtion of Danny's death
Moments of blissed, deadly stillness felt unfairly short. It was less than blink of an eye, less than a drop of darkness after he asked Team for the last time to leave and before he woke up, in exactly same state that he was when portal spat him out. He could barely perceive his limbs, and what he could, was consumed by agonising pain.
Fuck, he hated Death Days. Absolutely horrible experience.
His nerves were on fire, electricity dancing and burning across them. His veins and lungs and nostrils and ears and stomach and eyes and mouth and every little crevice of his body was filled with ectoplasm, like liquid fire and evaporated ice, drowning him at every attempted breath. He was crushed by an unimaginable weight, at the same time as his body exploded. He was just coherent enough to feel his bones breaking, cells bursting, his very molecules being rearranged and destroyed and rebuilt but not coherent enough to tell if his scream was anything louder than a whimper.
He was in the middle of the crowd that screamed louder than he could handle, as if every person who ever got to Ghost Zone used this exact moment to let out all of their anguish, hands dragging and pulling and squeezing and brushing at every inch of his skin. He was alone like no one was ever before, in silence that was deafening. He could be stomped to death any second without anyone turning his head, and so separate from everything that he could be only existing being.
He couldn’t help but wait for Death, merciless and brutal, whose twisted children invaded his bed time stories since he could understood words, whose corrupted children he was taught to hate. She was hideous and horrifying, but against everything, she was familiar and he wanted, needed, to see one intimate face in the situation that was so wrong, wrong, wrong. He waited for her to rip his last breath away so everything would stop.
If he had a scrap of himself that could feel worse, it’d cry when he felt her getting away from him, slipping between the fingers that were both tense and limp, impossible to control but possible to feel, broken and twitching. She was getting away but pain wasn’t lessening, maybe even getting worse, to the point where it was only thing that filled his brain.
And then it all stopped. No pain, not even any left over typical to how injuries worked, just a moment of weird pressure against his palm (just like the button), that soon stopped too.
He was in his human form, but in the hazmat he wore just before the accident. Something was wrong about it all. Something in his body made it feel like not his. Something in his chest was too light and too quiet and some intrusive thought made him want to claw on his rib cage until he ripped it open and realized what was missing.
Breathing seemed to easy, enough that he got lightheaded. It got a lot harder when he realized.
He couldn’t feel his core.
Before he managed to come to terms with that, there was a gentle pressure on his hand again.
And the pain returned.
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Danny didn't wake up abruptly, with a choked scream and phantom burns. He also didn't wake up slowly, not in the nice, relaxed way at least, when the line between dream and reality is blurred beyond recognition. He woke up in pain, feeling like he wasn't even sleeping before, just… somewhere else while his body was destroying itself again for what felt like decades.
It took some effort to connect with his body after he woke up. To be able to move even a finger. Even longer, to open his eyes. Actual ages to sit up without urge to scream.
After seeing the absolute wreckage of the room, he kinda wished it took him longer. It looked like a warzone. Electrical burns on the walls and ceiling, random puddles of bubbling ectoplasm eating away anything they touched like an acid, and what little stuff there was before, was almost all broken beyond recognition, either by whatever force was doing its thing during his death day show or ecto. When he looked at it a bit more, it seemed to go in spiral around him.
It was kinda sad that the cookies went to waste like that. He was curious who brought them in though.
Thank fucking Ancients that Team listened to him and nobody was there when the whole mess was going down. They would probably join him on the other side of the veil otherwise.
He saw it all only because of his ghost enhanced in dark vision (thank Ancients he stayed in the ghost form) because apparently his Death Day shorted out both main electrical circuit and the emergency one. Thankfully, according to his ears, it only reached this and rooms next to him, instead of the whole Mountain.
Fuck. He really hoped Robin gave him some sort of back-up back-up room because otherwise he was dead. Or well, dead-er.
He rolled out of the bed, barely catching himself from smacking on the floor like a sack of potatoes. Though some would argue he didn’t catch himself if only his face didn’t fall to the floor like the sack of potatoes.
Only then he caught sight of big, ecto-green circle that embed itself into the wall right over the bed. It had familiar vibes. Really familiar…
He had to tell the Team about it yesterday.
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M'gann was sitting on the needles, just like everyone else. Sure, Phantom asked them to forget about him and essentially ignore whatever was happening to him, but there was no way they'd actually be able to do it. Case in point, first time alarms about shorting out of the electrical circuit in the room. They run there so fast that they had door open to see what was wrong before the absolute onslaught of electricity and ectoplasm and something else turned off the alarms thirty seconds later. Truth be told, they couldn’t do much, not without risking becoming second ghostly member of the Team, they’ve been there and ready. Conner tried to come in anyway, with his invulnerability and such, but they had to drag him out when despite extensive dodging he got hit five times by the time he got two steps into the room. Also, there wasn’t really anything he could do to help.
So they just spent last almost twenty hours alternating between different things to keep themselves occupied enough to not fall asleep and distract themselves from quilt but not enough to not be able to drop it at the moments notice if it was needed. First plan was to nap in shifts if it was necessary but it quickly became apparent that sleep was impossible with how worried everyone was and when M'gann proposed to just shut down their brains with her powers, everyone got really defensive. Well, no was no. So they just sat, at the moment in awkward silence because every topic that wasn't Phantom felt too inane and every topic that was Phantom felt too… just no. No name for why, just no.
M'gann was about to get up to make another batch of peanut butter and oatmeal snacks that took few minutes to make and could be dropped at any second, when Conner practically jumped in his seat, tilting his head to hear better. Robin perked up from whatever he was doing on his wrist computer at the same time.
"Phantom left the room!” they exclaimed at the same time, jumping out of their seats.
This head start didn’t matter by the time everyone ran or flew out to the corridor, racing against clock to the room where they left Phantom. It didn’t seems so before, but now M’gann just cursed their past selves for not waiting somewhere closer. There wasn’t really any place where they could stay instead, unless they set camp right outside his door, but it still. They should be there five minutes ago, like Wally, who obviously run off.
They heard Wally speaking before they’ve seen him.
“Hey, hey calm down. It’s fine, they’ll be there in a second, just chill. They’re right after me, whatever happened, we’ll help you in just a moment, you don’t have to run. You’re barely standing. Phantom, calm down”
M’gann barely made it around the corner and she thought she had seen Kaldur actually smacking into the wall. He brushed it off.
Phantom looked beyond rough. It seemed like Wally, who had ghost’s arm across his shoulders, was only thing holding him up. His feet were firmly on the ground, not in his usual way, when he looked just a breeze away from flying, but in this fully human way, which was unsettling. His face was gray instead of his usual almost tan, eyes wide and terrified.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he muttered, not looking at anyone in particular “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”
“Phantom, it’s fine. It’s fine, we know about the room, it’s fine,” Robin said, trying to placate him. It didn’t quite work. Ghost was on the verge of hyperventilating, which was a bit weird to see on someone for who breathing was voluntary.
“It’s not about room”
“I’m sure it’s fine anyway”
“It’s anything but. I’m sorry-”
“Shut up and tell us what happened if you’re so sure we will be pissed”
“Artemis!”
“Portal”
“What about it?”
“Portal is what killed me.”
M’gann didn’t like how the whole situation looked before, but it suddenly became much worse.
“My Death Day made another one”
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#i'll be honest with you guys#it feels like a set up to a much longer fic#story of Danny Phantom and first season of Young Justice show rewrite if Danny was on the team and they sometimes had to fight-#- off ghosts in their base while figuring out how to close both portals and coming up with increasingly bizzare ideas to do so#like the type of fic#which don't get me wrong#would be amazing to read#but I'm not ready to write it#and I set it up a year into Danny's hero journey and it's impied that Team worked together for a while#so it takes away my beloved “actually none of them has any clue what they're doing” trope that I'd love to use if I ever wrote dpxyj longfi#but who knows#maybe I will write it one day#anyway#this is first of five fics/parts of fics i'll post today as an (almost) New Year special#(almost) New Years fic special#wandixx writes#have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part
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having seen at least the rough outlines of all the romances now I have to say that I think emmrich's is probably objectively the best in terms of coherence and completeness of story arc (with the understanding that ultimately the 'best' romance is whichever one makes YOUR heart sing anyway so objectivity is a silly thing to claim that way, it just felt like it's the arc with the most well-paced focused content and the least dangling threads)... but lucanis' is my favourite haha. just. the whole kneeling before your beloved full of reverence but without any of the distance that usually implies??? his complete undramatic certainty and calm in every scene with rook after this, having spent the whole game caught between fear and longing???? mr. lives in a pantry but it says nothing about my psyche don't worry about it it's purely for tactical reasons that I keep myself contained in a small dark room not entirely unlike a cell, love among the parsnips -- finally coming to rook in their room and it's so comfortable and comforting???? after all the times rook supports and comforts him through the game he's finally able to return the same to them when they need it while being so calm and steady and it's so fucking sweet and feels so effortless and with no price attached?????? he basically assigns himself the role of your bodyguard and he WILL stab a god over it??????????????? the turn to protector (which was in his heart all along longing to get out and find a place) of it all????? he sounds like he's found himself unexpectedly stumbling into such a soul-lightening state of revelatory existential relief, full on 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves' mary oliver style, and he goes and he shares that with rook and protectively envelops them in it when they're hurting??????????????????????????? hello for the maker's sake hello can anyone hear me?????
#listen I was forged in the fires of garrusmancing. I went through two whole games just to get a gentle headbutt and some tender words#before me3 comes along and rewards you for your tenacity more fully#me? the reyes romancer???? I have the strength and headcanon game to bear the relative lack of content before the end#when the endgame is this good I am willing to hold out for it haha the way he looks at rook towards the end......#I also really liked taash' (it's really sweet) but I don't think I have any rooks ready to go right now who would go for that vibe#emmrich for sure is going to be my either crow or shadow dragon romance it really is very good! and extremely goth not unrelatedly#undeniably that old man has the most game out of anyone in this story. the move with the flower??? I'm sorry????#I actually like that lucanis' romance blooms out of the safety of an established friendship more than anything (again. avowed garrusmancer)#but emmrich... he's got some next level romantic stuff going on and is being both so wholesome and such a freak about it lmao#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#rook x lucanis#rookanis#all jokes aside I totally respect and understand that people are a bit disappointed and frustrated -- they're not wrong to feel that!#there really are some gaps in content there for the midgame#however I was personally custom built by experience to get the most out of this scenario as possible and by god I will#just as I feel that ryder and reyes go off and have some soul-shrivingly good sex after the first kiss#(it makes that arc make a lot more sense to me haha)#I think rook and lucanis Get Up To It after the second coffee date. weird of them to not show us that but okay I'll fill it in myself then
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#fanart#artists on tumblr#art#stranger things fanart#stranger things#stranger things fandom#mike wheeler#mike wheeler fanart#byler#byler fanart#listen#everyone’s always talking about mike coming out to Will or El first#but I need him to come out to his mom first#like full on visceral sobbing in his moms arms#there’s no way there just gonna give us Karen trying to get him to open up every season#and not expect me not to want this#imagine Mike comes home already ready to snap#and his mom sees and asks him what’s wrong#and bro just breaks tf down in his moms arms#and like tells her he’s gay or he’s in love with Will idk#do you see the vision#karen wheeler#stranger things season 5#ignore how sketchy this is#I’m dying#you have no idea#I’ve been thinking about this for weeks#lgbtqia#coming out#angst
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Really is incredible to me that people in the Yellowjackets fandom will get mad at a character for doing something bad when the premise of the show is literally them doing bad things. “She was a bitch” correct! They all are! That is the point!
Like seriously, you’re watching a show where people murder and cannibalize each other and you expect them to be good people? You’re trying to bring morals into my evil murderous lesbian show? You expect them to kill and eat each other but otherwise be perfect upstanding people? Yes, a lot of these characters are bad people! They lie and cheat and steal and kill and are bitches to everyone around them. Half the plot of the show is the decaying of morality. Like, that was a whole entire theme and motif, that’s half of what makes the show so fascinating to watch progress! Characters do not have to be good people to be good characters!
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets tv#shauna shipman#van palmer#misty quigley#nat scatorccio#taissa turner#especially tai#but y’all aren’t ready for that conversation#travis martinez#lottie matthews#yellowjackets text posts#if you came to yellowjackets searching for morality#you are in the wrong place i fear
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#swoobat#hey. here's a blast from the past. are you ready for this one#swiggity swoobat. uuhhh. let's go see two bat#yeah. it's like. it's like the thing that everybody used to say. on the internet?#one million years ago. back in like 2015 i feel like. but i'm probably totally wrong on that time frame and it was probably way more recent#hey did you know 2015 was a whole decade ago?#yeah holy shit. i only just now realized that when i thought about how like#everybody was sorting through their tops of the whole decade like#last year? i feel like? that feels really recent. top games of the decade top memes of the decade whatever#and it was literally five years ago#why do i keep doing this in the tags of random pokémon???#swoobat is cute!!! heart nose!! i should not do this to them!!!
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Prompt 268
Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed.
Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring.
Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long.
So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies.
The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach.
Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar.
So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say?
#Danny Phantom#Prompts#Fright Knight#Shadow Core Fright Knight#Space Core Danny#Very fae-elf vibes for FK’s human-ish form#POV you’re an Amity Parker & this Tank of a man (being?) appears & grabs the ghost & scolds them like a child#Yes this includes Phantom#FK: Where is your caretaker ghostling?#Phantom (ready to fight & very wrong-footed now): My what#FK:#FK: oh no Sir Yaya was right this ghostling is newly formed-#Ghost Hunters: *Shooting*#FK with an armful of ghostlings: Were it not for the presence of literal infants I would kill you where you stand &#trap you in your worst nightmare for eternity while your body decays around you#Let FK have glowy tattoos i beg of thee#FK returning to the Zone to find another toddler (Vlad) that also formed Outside & also sickly at the Keep: I am going to scream#Accidental Dad Knight#More like the preschool teacher gathering up everyone from a field trip lol#Nightmare has bags on her side to carry the ghostlings in but several won't let go of FK now that they've been shot at again#Kerian “Rian” Fright Knighte: *So close to fighting the humans even with the Rules*
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Come on Gem even wants Pearl to play TCG more murdery. “I’ve been saying your deck is better when you’re aggressive” okay and you want her to kill Scott too I bet. Character cohesion Gem the #1 Scarlet Pearl fan strikes again.
#gem also likes their longer drawn out matches more. someone save her from yearning#pearl ‘i can afk more if you want’ shes so ready to change herself for gem ugh#silly thought#geminitay#pearlescentmoon#hermitcraft#life series#trafficblr#hermitblr#what’s wrong with them /affectionate
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