#crackels

[todaysromano]

09.14.2023

Today, Romano stood up and cracked every joint in his body, reminding him just how old he really is.

[drlaynemcdonald]

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[nolisaskblog]

NOLI IM TWEEKING THE FUCK OUT

IM CRACKELING LIKE A MADRAT

oh

ok

[fandommaniac-writer]

Weird dream I had last night:

Taker(Death?)

“Hey, come closer.”

You sat down in the lightened garden.

The lights were 2 meters away,

Behind you,

darkness.

The chairs were two by two, a few seconds away.

You come with our horses,

You lead them next to you.

“The projection must start”

You nod.

Your friend, what was her name? Her face?

She sits too, in the garden,

and when she does,

The projection

Stops.

The lights

Turn off.

You ask her to stand, hurriedly, and she does.

The lights come back on.

You then stand with her,

And the lights FLICKER off,

and one lone light,

for a pair of chairs just a few

Steps

From you.

Your friend remarks,

“If we sit over there, I know it’ll work.”

You only

Hope.

You walk to the second chair.

The friend—your friend? Rides her horse to get there.

Then, she dismounts,

You both sit, and still it remains that lone light.

The voice starts,

It is

Strained

It is

CREUL

“They are coming.”

“There is no escape.”

“EVERYONE gets taken eventually”

You turn, to

squeeze

your friend’s hand.

She was right there,

You realise,

With sickening dread.

You dare to stand,

The lights go out.

All of them.

No, that’s not quite right,

They flick on and off,

Mostly darkness

The last thing you

See of her,

Is the friend? Person. The person, who was with you,

who

Doesn’t scream,

who

Doesn’t remark.

You see their body get dragged over the saddle of their horse,

You see their body disappear from sight,

A shadow

A hand

It grips the the person’s wrist.

Your friend is limp.

Your friend—

The projecter does

Not

Turn back on.

Instead, a small crackeling noise emits from the speakers,

And a voice.

“They are coming.”

It echoes

“There is no escape.”

It echoes

“EVERYONE WILL GET TAKEN EVENTUALLY,”

It booms.

Theirs a cold dripping sensation on your right shoulder, you know far before it takes

You

Dragging backwards, all you hear is a

Pop

And everything

Gone

World

gone

Life

gone

That person? WHAT PERSON?!

Gone too

You don’t even panic,

Just let it happen,

Because their is no escape

They are coming

Everyone gets taken eventually.

You wonder, briefly, if this is a metaphor for death. Then,

You?

gone.

You wake from the dream with a cold pressure on your right shoulder. It feels like a hand. You know, you just know,

You’re next

[dakimomoe]

GOD I want my MC to be scary! Like the ROs goes into the hospital room and it’s dark, but they just hear this slow manic laughter as they see mc in the corner (they are staring at the orphanage even tho it’s through walls and forests). Red and black lightning crackeling at their fingertips going up their arms.

Scary MC definitely possible in the future!

[mockerycrow]

Slaps ghosts ass

This bad boy can hold in so much trauma

Running away crackeling before he can prosses what just happened

me, planning to traumatize him further with my future angst fics

[loveroped]

Judas felt hazy. He thinks that's the only word that manages to describe it. 

He stared at the stone in wonder of what he should do—which way he should go. His mind blurred up for what he doesn't think was more than a second, yet it was enough time for the others to start and decide and flow through the act as if it's all they've ever done. 

Judas doesn't think he's gotten the hang of deciding yet. 

There were no orders or commands and he doesn't remember if there were words spoken to him beforehand. He had followed because what else would he have done. He's struggling with the concept of existing—especially existing on his own. 

He doesn't think it would be appreciated if he followed one of them into their path. He assumed that he too had something to do. He was yet to figure out exactly what, but he could guess.

He heard the faint words talking about mining—and diamonds. The words were thrown in the air and Judas had barely caught it—and if he did it was with shaky hands, trying desperately not to drop it. 

Similar to the caves the mines had a suffocating feeling attached to them. A barely significant lack of air that Judas thinks only he tasted. The walls were unbearably close and the stone was rough to touch. He found himself trying to shove air into his lungs that wasn't there. 

There was an eerie sound that he couldn't hear yet from where he stood. Like a call meant for everyone but him, muffled and sedative. 

He felt out of his body where he stood. Like he was awaiting for something to happen yet he didn't know what. If it had been his choice he wouldn't have moved, he would drowned in the corner his mind shoved him in and waited for the arrival of others who did know how to swim. But he knew, the longer he stood there, the less he looked like other fish. All he needs to do is to copy and thinking about himself is the complete opposite. 

He blinked a few times, trying to force his mind to the front of his head. It took a second before he managed to pick himself up again, holding onto the bit of humanity he pretended to have.

He switched around with objects in his inventory until he landed on the iron pickaxe he had crafted not too long ago. The tool was heavy in his hands and for a second he almost dropped it. The wood was rough to touch, not as smooth as those of the others are. He frowns. Mimicking takes a bit time and work, he has to remind himself. He had enough lies to cover up the lack of knowledge, it was fine. 

He swallowed and looked up from his hands and he glanced around the mines surrounding him till he found a place he could work. It took a moment before he noticed the wall next to him, the stone different as if it had been placed instead of naturally grown. The confusion hadn't struck him enough to be concerned, so he walked up to the small crevice sitting in the stone. 

He stared at the pickaxe again, trying to remember what to do. Lift and hit, if he remembers right. That's what he's seen others do.

He swallowed, scrunched his eyebrows before sucking in a breath. He lifted the pickaxe over his head, almost falling from the lack of balance. His arms shook and for a second everything was screaming at him. He squeezed his eyes shut and with fear and let his arms drop forwards, the pickaxe leading the way. 

He flinched at the loud crack of the pickaxe hitting stone, and he cracked one of his eyes open. But the noise hadn't stopped and the cracks traveled all over the block in ways that seemed wrong. Like it was being pushed—like something was waiting at the other end and it was there. And bright orange was starting to peek through the cracks.

Judas couldn't breathe.

He stared with wide eyes, every muscle in his body not wanting to work. The stone crackeled and broke and screamed, and there was only heat and burns and all Judas could see was orange. 

And he hadn't done anything until there was a hand grasping his arm and pulling him backwards hard enough that he almost fell on the ground. He hadn't processed the movement of it being blocked. All he knew was that there was light and then there was not and it screamed at him and it was calling— 

"—stood straight infront of lava, yeah! It's blocked off now, don't worry!" Wren finished calling out before sighing, seeming nothing more than exhausted. 

Judas realized he still wasn't breathing, and that he actually needs to do that in this body.  He sucked in a breath and it burned his throat yet it was too cold— 

"—ey! Judas, you okay?" Wren laid their hands on his shoulder and he flinched, thrown back to the front of his mind and suddenly remembering where he stood. The touch was weird, yet not too unwelcoming. He shook his head for a second, clearing it. 

Their hand moved to his arms. "You got burned," they said, and it was a fact, not a question. 

And Judas looks down, they weren't wrong. Burn wounds decorated his arms and a small part of his chest. The ache of it sinked into him at the sight. He blinked. 

"Yeah, guess I did." 

He found himself looking past them at the space where there was a wall once again, at the spot where the burning heat seeped through right at him. And it still screamed. He swallowed. 

"I'm okay," he said, looking back at Wren. And he's not sure he sounds convincing. Wren squints their eyes and stared at him for a second, as if dissecting him.

For a second, he thought they would notice that his body didn't belong. 

But after a second they let go, giving a quick glance at him before searching through their inventory. 

"Okay. Do you happen to have any food? I don't have any." 

It took a moment for Judas his mind to clear, and still he was not sure if it did. But he followed—answering and copying was better than thinking. Less they find out. 

"Yeah, I think so." and his breath felt ice cold.

[mad-badger19]

What’s torians relationship like with your bounty hunter Mando ? :)

They have a relationship based on mutual respect. They're respect the bondaries of each other.

Kyräe is a zabrak and she's older than Torian but she needed more Time to tell him some part of her personnal story. She was afraid of deceiving him or showing failures and weaknesses. Her emotions Armor crackeled little by little in response of Torian's families and clans story he could tell her at the cantina or in her bedroom (but Always with a glass of wine). They don't judge each other for their past actions. Moreover, Torian cried a little when she told him how she lost her twin sister, see her mother killed and how she survived in Nar Shadaa with her sick Father with no money.

She wasn't good in mandoa langage and needed a long long time to speak it fluently (she keep a strange accent though). Anyways, Torian's Heart melt everytime she speak mandoa and is so proud of her.

Torian was full of admiration at first. He began to feel as her equal when they reunited again to fight the Eternal Empire. However the separation, they still feel connected and needed to spend all their free Time together. Despite separation due to missions, they keep contact which annoy Lana Alenko. Hopefully Theron Shan help to keep all their messages secret.

If their relationship seemed inequal at the beginning, they built a strong relationship by speaking, listening, learning from each other.

I love them so much !! ❤️

[usamirenko]

doing gods most meager and pathetic exercuise routine and feeling all of my bones snap crackel pop like rise crispy

[thedreamdancer]

Silence. No words were spoken. The only thing that broke the silence was the crackeling sound oft he wood burning. The laugther outside oft he cabin. And even though there was no absolute silence it was bearing heavy on the chest of the women brushing through the hair of her daugther. Her daugther, the preciuous gift oft he gods. The one she couldn’t protect. It was hard for her, yet she smiled. For one the youngest of her daugthers was here. Safe and sound. She wouldn’t let anything happen to her again. Not until she was like her. Not until she would have pages on her own in the book of valkyries. „ I am sorry for letting this happen to you, my sweet child.“ The older oft he two blondes whispers, while braiding the hair of the girl sitting in front of her. „If I’ve known.. I would've never left you.“ The younger of the two nodded. She knew that. Yes, she was angry but that passed a long time ago. „ I am safe now. I am here.“ She turned to her mother and reached out for her hand. „Mother..“ It’s been a while since she called her that. Not because she didn’t wanted to, but only because it would bring up to many question among other. The two blonde valkyries looked more like sisters than mother and daugther. Soon enough it would be even more so. It wouldn’t be long until Thyra would be claimed by her blood. And that was the reason Eir left her daugther so many years with her father. But here. Here in this small villiage, they called Lille Valhall, they don’t have to hide. For it was a safe haven for them. Valkyries came there, either to hide from the mortales for a while, some to raise their children so they wouldn’t have to leave them behind.

[irl-grieving]

I haven't seen my therapist since November.

I just saw her, 40 mins ago at my job and she asked to catch-up.

I was not expecting her to actually cry the way she did when I told her Joe passed away.

She was so upset her voice crackeled, broken as she held back her tears.

Holy shit, I just was not expecting that.

She offered me a free session and advice on finding insurance so we can get back to the routine.

I'm greatful for her. She held my hand through a crazy year of job drama. She's still there for me now.

[preparfa-2025-spiderman]

69) Novembre 2024

« L’Egg-sterminator »

Crackel, un jeune canard prématuré tout juste sorti de sa coquille, assiste impuissant au massacre de ses frères et sœurs œufs, et il était lui-même sur le point de passer à la casserole. Traumatisé par ces scènes, il décide alors de se venger et de traquer un par un tous les sportifs friands d'œufs et fans de musculation.

- Création d’une marionnette et de son spectacle, recherches et photos de la représentation

techniques : pâte auto durcissante, tissu, aluminium, laine, bâtonnets, peinture acrylique

[bobby-jones67910]

Stocking on my stoaks & buying 1000 billion dead roaches from Crackel Bargel 🌝

[gamieboop]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Gorgeous Old Vase-Asian Style, Globe Shaped, Pastel Blues, Green, Peach, Yellow.

[the-dreamdancer]

Silence. No words were spoken. The only thing that broke the silence was the crackeling sound oft he wood burning. The laughter outside oft he cabin. And even though there was no absolute silence it was bearing heavy on the chest of the women brushing through the hair of her daugther. Her daughter, the preciuous gift oft he gods. The one she couldn’t protect. It was hard for her, yet she smiled. For one the youngest of her daughters was here. Safe and sound. She wouldn’t let anything happen to her again. Not until she was like her. Not until she would have pages on her own in the book of valkyries. „ I am sorry for letting this happen to you, my sweet child.“ The older oft he two blondes whispers, while braiding the hair of the girl sitting in front of her. „If I’ve known.. I would've never left you.“ The younger of the two nodded. She knew that. Yes, she was angry but that passed a long time ago. „ I am safe now. I am here.“ She turned to her mother and reached out for her hand. „Mother..“ It’s been a while since she called her that. Not because she didn’t wanted to, but only because it would bring up to many question among other. The two blonde valkyries looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Soon enough it would be even more so. It wouldn’t be long until Thyra would be claimed by her blood. And that was the reason Eir left her daughter so many years with her father. But here. Here in this small villiage, they called Lille Valhall, they don’t have to hide. For it was a safe haven for them. Valkyries came there, either to hide from the mortales for a while, some to raise their children so they wouldn’t have to leave them behind

[sadly-god]

chest go crackel