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[zerorock41]

There's no way in hell Disney would allow this, but imagine Stan and Ford as Survivors in Dead by Daylight.

Ford gets a fairly standard kit of improved Killer tracking, faster generator repairs, etc.

But Stanley? His gimmick is that he can just punch the shit out of the Killers when they attack him. It stuns them, but each successive knock out stuns the Killer for less and less time until they just No Sell it.

[zerobinary]

HELLO ISAT FANDOM

I have written another oneshot!!! (Technically I wrote it a while ago but I’d also just self promoted my other one shot and I didn’t wanna bombard you with my nonsense but anyway)

This one’s for the sifloop enjoyers

Called How’s That For Touch Therapy?

It’s uh…. Yeah it’s almost exactly what it sounds like. Click the title to go check it out!!!

Go leave a comment and fuel my ego >:3

[inhurtandincomfort]

Clawing at Own Throat for Eldwin?

-🕯

Thank you anon!! Sorry this took awhile and is so short, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out. I hope you enjoy!

For @badthingshappenbingo Prompt: Clawing At Own Throat Fandom: OC

CW: Self harm, self loathing, some depersonalisation

It was innocuous, at first.

The little bird on the side of his neck. Pretty, wretched thing. He got compliments on it sometimes. Inquiries about its meaning. He brushed them off easily enough; It was in honour of a friend. I just thought it was nice. It signifies peace and freedom.

They were always satisfied with those answers. They would never imagine what it really meant.

Freedom. Ha, what a joke.

He often didn't realise he was doing it. He only noticed when Clyde began to snap at him to stop that without even looking up from his paperwork. Or when Jowan would gently scold him as they went through their standard questions. It wasn't even itchy with its partner nearby. But it was there. Arrogant. Mocking. He stared at it in the mirror, his neck craned at an angle, his lips curled with disdain for his own reflection. Sickly skin. Heavy shadows under lifeless eyes. Small, circular scars dotted his neck. Next to a bird flying free when she ought to be in a cage.

He thought, not for the first time, that he looked rather like a corpse. Was he really alive at this point? He'd killed and been killed, resurrected more times than he could count. Could he really call himself a person anymore? How many times could one defy the laws of this world until they're no longer human? He should have been buried long ago.

No. He should have burned in the flames that have claimed so many lives. Claimed his own over and over.

He threw the blanket back over the mirror. He turned away from it, unable to bear the sight. His fingers scratched idly into the poor little dove.

***

The dove was angry.

She seared into his skin, taken by fury for her link was gone too far and oh, she made sure he knew. She punished him as though it was his fault, like he hadn't tried to get the crystal to stay behind. He should have tried harder. Should have kept his mouth shut. He should have begged and pleaded and degraded himself a little more for his mercy.

It wouldn't have made a difference.

His nails dug cruelly into his neck, to the ink embedded deep. It itched. She burned. She wanted to be free. They would never be free. Not as long as they were together, their fates intertwined. Would it leave a mark, he wondered? He hoped so. Maybe if it scarred Clyde would think twice before taking the stupid tracker with him. He didn't even need it with him. It was far more practical to leave it with Nels who might actually make use of it. But it wasn't about practicality. It was about punishment. And who was he, if not deserving?

He tore into ruined flesh, desecrating his body as naturally as he breathed. Vile, wretched thing.

***

He slammed the bathroom door behind him louder than he intended. His airways tightened, his collar was squeezing his throat as though it wanted to crush the life from him. He needed it off, he needed it gone, he dug his fingers into the metal in an attempt to pry it from his skin. He clawed at it like he was some feral animal tearing into its prey. His eyes stung and his vision blurred. He scratched and scraped and mauled his own neck already raw from weeks of abuse. He ripped into old scars, cigarette burns and needle points, tearing himself apart as the little dove taunted. They would never be free, she knew. He would never be free.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe and he couldn't get it off and it hurt, it burned, raging fire crawled up his flesh consuming everything in his path, agonising, relentless, rearing to swallow him whole-

His wrists were grabbed in a bruising grip. Someone was yelling. Yelling at him? He was hauled to his feet, his arms nearly wrenched from their sockets and since when was he on the floor? He didn't remember kneeling. Strong hands clamped on his shoulders shaking him slightly. They hovered in front of him, their lips moved but he couldn't register their words, it was like being underwater. His arms were pulled behind his back, a firm hold marching him from the room but not before he caught a glimpse at the mirror, its cover fallen. He was looking at a corpse. Clammy skin, sunken eyes, claw marks and a little dove bathing in blood.

@floral-comet-whump @cepheusgalaxy @violets-whumperflies @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @whump-till-ya-jump

[wallflowerwebs]

My slightly bigger project. So many things have messed up with me getting to work on it but now I’m back on track!

A big thank you to @fandomwhirlwind being both my beta reader and the one who had this idea in the first place. I appreciate you!

Given I’ll be getting back into a better routine, this one will ideally be focused on on Fridays (no guarantee but if I don’t give myself a timeline I get horrible sidetracked)

[zero-witch]

I had a dream about a girl in a not too distant future. she was tall and broad shouldered like me, making her way in a place that treated her as an afterthought at best. She worked in the bowels of a massive city, in the dark streets and alley ways far from the shining neon high above. She wore white platform heels, a short white skirt, a white leather jacket, and a long, white, puffy scarf. Her blonde hair was always up in a messy ponytail and her bangs were almost covering her eyes. In the blackness of the sublevels she worked in, she shone like a guiding light. As was her intention, of course.

Surviving in a city such as this is enough to make anyone hard. You simply can't survive if you can't numb yourself to what you'll see, what you might have to do. Sex work brought its own unique set of dangers to an already hungry city. But despite all that, the girl never became jaded. Even when she smiled at potential clients, it was genuine. Her playful grin shone brightly in her eyes, and her rich laugh could make anyone blush. Maybe that was why she excelled at this work. In a city of sorrows, she was an angel for hire.

I don't remember much else. Something about her having to go after one of her friends who disappeared after a call gone awry. I dreamed in third person, but I think the girl might have been me. At the very least, I felt a strong connection to her. I might have to make something of her. Her strength compels me to write her into being, to give her a full story.

[0sbrain]

after writing something with a drunk character i do what any responsable adult of drinking age does: i translate the entire thing to spanish and ask my friends who actually drink if its accurate because i don't want to sound like a teenager

[sozero]

I’ve been thinking a lot about how when you’re questioning your gender or coming to the realization you might be trans you actually go though the stages of grief, and the first stage is denial, denial, denial.

I don’t have a very good memory but the other day I woke up and the first thought that popped in my head was a FaceTime call with my trans friend when I was 16 and he said to me, very gentle, something to the effect of, “Cis people don’t think like that.”

I want more ppl to talk about this stuff with so my DMs are open (:

[zerorock41]

Action Comics issue #1, but it comes from the past so it's fresh and new. Then I can sell it and retire comfortably.

Your superpower is that you can conjure anything in your palm provided it only costs a dollar or less. You have been relentlessly mocked for having such a useless power until you realize just how usefull it can be

[zerorock41]

Linked Universe Headcanon!

When the Veteran/Legend went through Triforce Heroes, he didn't just have two tagalongs, a bunch of different people filtered in and out. This is reflective of the real game allowing any three players to team up, and gives Legend more people that he's worked with.

The people who joined him on this adventure include:

A pair of local Hytopians, one red and one blue. The Red one double teamed him with Zelda/Fable to put him in Zelda's dress.

A traveler who wandered into town and fit the criteria for a Triforce Hero.

Ravio, who came by to make a sale with all the other heroes and got dragged into things. He wore Blue.

Sibling!Fable, who took advantage of family resemblance to tag along in red. Legend wasn't happy when he realized.

Ralph, who didn't fit the bill for a Triforce Hero, but forced himself along anyway. Blue.

Either Spirit or Wind, making a wrong turn on the way home from the War of Eras. A second Green, Legend wore Red.

A pair of Doppel statues, when Legend tried to do a Single Player campaign, and got annoyed.

[zerobinary]

Hello bitches, bros, and nonbinary hoes.

I have written another oneshot for the isat people. This one is for the Isafrin enjoyers 👀

Here you go! It’s called Why The Moon Changes

Very short. Set way before canon. I’m surprised a late night word vomit became this. I literally just threw words at a document and just saw what stuck. Enjoy!

[zerorock41]

"A" super convoluted AU? My friend I have eight Sonic AUs I'm constantly building in my head, and only have some outlines written down.

every sonic fan has a super convoluted au in their heads that they will most likely never put to paper because its just so indepth and detailed that it'd fill an entire library

[wallflowerwebs]

Don’t ask me how I did this, I couldn’t tell you. The mind works in mysterious ways. Once I get back to more like myself though, I have a couple more thingys comin’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62085640

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[zero-witch]

hmmm.

my everyday life feels surreal and fake in the face of decay and genocide.

it's hard to breathe sometimes, but I need groceries.

11,000 dead children in Palestine.

I go bar hopping on Saturday night.

mass arrests of student protestors.

I spend a day at the lake, I stop for gas.

I take long showers. There is no blood but I can't wash it off.

the electric bill is due. there's smoke behind my eyes.

do you understand?

[flammenkobold]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV) Characters: Sylvie (Loki TV), Loki (Marvel) Additional Tags: Ficlet, Hopeful Ending, Future Fic Series: Part 28 of Flammen's October Prompt Adventures 2024 Summary:

Loki and Sylvie start over again.

[4lph4kidz]

Hey. I'm gonna start posting my silly lil' pesterlog snippets on ao3 bc it's wayyyy easier to just use the homestuck workskin there. this one is about jane and jake and the dysfunctional autistic sibling beam clash dynamic that they have maybe exclusively in my own head

[wallflowerwebs]

Well now I have a great idea ha

Just thought of Thanos ereasing half of the living beings to please Lady Death. Meanwhile she literally woreships a speacial purple witch who doesn't want to have anything to do with her at that moment but she still looks at her like this.

Now think about the storm she would've lash over Thanos if she had found out that Agatha had also been snapped...