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Never not gonna love this work of art
Imagine a dragon at Antiques Roadshow, appraising its hoard
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Not a day goes by I'm not thankful that my gf and I have the same desire to be just smothered by a pair a pair of enormous breasts, respectfully.
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Song Of The Day: Would Anyone Care- Citezen Soldier #spencershay #depression #songoftheday #citizensoldier #shade #demon #burden #alone https://www.instagram.com/p/CCAnhAtpG7U/?igshid=m90rr6cqwdcw
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Shits nuts lads
“When I gave you the spider ring, I was prepared for what would happen if Fenrik put it on. I didn’t think about what would happen if you put it on Sassacus’s leg then covered it in wood and cast Shillelagh on it!”
- Our exasperated DM in regards to the cursed ring which summons nearby spiders, that our Druid put on our monk’s severed leg.
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Scarlet tears
Silent night, gentle light, I'm losing all my will to fight. The pain it festers in my bones. It aches and pains my very soul. Digging deep beneath my skin, I swore I'd never mark again... My promise broken, and as a token, I'm left with scarlet tears. Running freely from my marks as I drift from light and into dark. I'm lost again, I've gone astray, it's gotten so dark I've lost my way. My marks are deep, my pain sublime. I hope I make it out this time...
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The Place Left Behind
The place I left behind, that I never thought would find me, invades my thoughts once more. These thoughts aren't mine, they aren't divine, they echo the walls inside my mind. I'm sinking quickly, with no friends with me, how will I survive again? They've gone to follow their own hearts woes and left me here to fight my own. I've lost their favor, the ones I called savior, who brought me back into the light. Without them here to guide me that awful place will find me, and drag me to eternal night. The place I left behind, to never see again, filled with my own sin. It wraps its claws around me, my fears and doubts surround me, all of them here to welcome me. They draw their tools, their shiny tools that cut and stab and pry. I stand alone waiting, my strength still fading, for the moment I will die. They mark my hands, my arms, my face. I doubt this time I'll leave this place. All alone, out of time, nowhere left to hide me now. No one left to pull me out. No one here to watch me drown in my bodies’ crimson tears...
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Spencer & The Shade: Falling
Spencer stumbled into his apartment and managed to slam the door shut before falling into a shuddering mess upon the floor. He laid on the hard tile at the foot of his hallway breathing harshly and squeezing his eyes as if to keep his tears from bursting out.
Yet the liquid sadness came, it ran down his cheeks, into his beard, and to a soft patter on the floor.
"No..no no no...please..." Spencer pleaded as the room grew colder, the shadows around him thickening to an almost solid substance. "Not now, leave me be..."
The sickening voice bubbled from all around, "Poooor Spencerr..." The Shade chuckled, "Feeling alone, Spencer? Have your little friends left you, hmm?"
"Shut up!" Spencer barked through gritted teeth and tears, he held his hands tight over his ears to try and tune out his inner demon.
He watched as it rose from the inky blackness at his feet, its jagged black maw curled in a wretched grin as it drifted closer, almost floating in the shadows.
"Dear boy, you will not be rid of me. I am here to protect you. To warn you of such foolhardy choices. Did I not warn you of their betrayal, that they would turn on you?" The Shade reached out a hooked claw and lifted Spencers chin to meet his pearl gray eyes, the milky voids were empty of pupils but he felt them there still. "Did I not?" The Shade bubbled.
Spencer whimpered as more tears left his eyes. "You did..." He nodded slowly, "You were right."
"My poor Spencer...look at how they've left you!" The Shade snarled before it lunged forward and embraced him. Its ghostly form was cold and bony against his chest. "They did not deserve you, my boy. They are fools for casting you aside, but I will not. You will always have me..." The Shade hissed as it stroked its claws thorough his shaggy hair.
Spencer leaned into the hug and sobbed freely, "I did everything I could..i tried!"
"Shhhh....i know you did my boy....but no one will ever understand the effort someone like you puts forth, because they cannot. I understand though, I know you in ways no other can..."
Spancer nodded into the Shades bony shoulder, "What...what can I do? I hurt...it hurts so much, I want it to go. I want the pain....gone."
"You can forget them, boy. They are not worth your time. They chose for their path to leave you behind, just like everyone else will always do." The maw clicked between the Shades bubbling chuckles, "But the pain...that I can help with. You know what you must do, I cannot take away your hurt without...tribute..." The last word was spoken with a reverent hunger that made the Shade shudder against Spencer.
Then there it was, the song, the melody, the sweet tune that comforted him so.
Spencer rose from his spot and stepped toward his room.
"Go to it..."
"I...I promised I wouldn't..." Spencer whispered, fresh but softer tears flowing down his cheeks as he crept closer to his bedroom, the song that called him.
"Promised who? Those traitors? They only forbade you from it because they know what sweet release it brings you. Of course they'd make you swear to not partake in what takes away your suffering, those monsters..." The words rang true in Spencers mind, the Shade was right. It was always right, and Slencer had trusted someone from the outside. He scowled and strode forward pushing through his room door and to his bedside table.
There laid his release, the source of the melody, his blade.
With shaking hands he gripped its handle and removed the sheathe. The sweet smell of silver stung his nostrils as he did so, gazing into the deadly metal.
"This will be no simple tribute, your pain is to great for such a meager offering to suffice my boy... I will need more..."
Spencer spun the knife and held the blade to his stomach, "Then you will have it, just make it stop..."
"Of course...my host..." The Shade bowed.
Spencer closed his eyes and plunged the blade deep.
A tortured howl ripped through the night while the city moved on around the quiet apartment complex. Another night in the Emerald City, another miserable soul.
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I’ve changee my Instagram username after like 9 years of having it, I feel weirdly emotional
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IF SOKKA LET HIS HAIR DOWN HE’D GET JUST AS MUCH HYPE AS ZUKO
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i have a horrible misogynist rooster who only likes blonde hens so i always have to make sure i have 2-3 yellow hens around so he doesn't run anyone ragged. i didn't know this was a problem someone could have but i've had macklemore for eight slutty, slutty years and he's been overly obsessed with the blondness level of his lady friends for the entire time with no sign of slowing down so, like. props to him for sticking to his guns.
SIR, PLEASE,
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Spider-Verse fanfiction idea I’ll never get around to writing:
Teacher: Congratulations, Miles. Your paper on multi-dimensional physics has attracted a TON of interest from our Science Mentorship partners. We’ve found you a really wonderful Science Mentor who’s going to be helping you prepare your Youth Science Innovators presentation this week.
Miles: Oh, wow, my parents are gonna be so proud.
Teacher: So, let me introduce you to Dr. Olivia Octavius. Thank you, doctor, for being part of this mentorship program.
Liv: It’s my pleasure, I’m just happy I can help inspire the science community of tomorrow.
Miles: … D:
Important additions:
- Liv is 100% legitimately invested in being a good Science Mentor. After all, today’s young scientists are tomorrow’s reality-warping coworkers.
- Miles’s paper was an edited version of his research on small, stable inter-dimensional portals, so he can hang out with Gwen/get multiverse help against major threats.
- Sometimes, Miles forgets to be scared or angry at Doc Ock and starts actually learning from her, except she inevitably proposes something super unethical and then unconvincingly adds “…theoretically, of course” and Miles starts planning how to counter whatever doom-bot she’s just come up with as Spider-Man.
- May Parker has been helping Miles with spider-gadgets and general science stuff after school. At some point, she and Liv have an angry shouting match over who gets science-custody of their science-nephew.
- Miles has to figure out how to turn down a very plush internship offer from Octavius at the end of the week. His parents insist he take it, he fails to come up with a good reason not to that doesn’t involve Spider-Man knowledge. His parents have Liv over for dinner, she speaks highly of their son and his bright future. The family loves her.
- When Liv eventually figures out his secret identity, she goes full punch-clock villain and keeps mentoring Miles while fighting Spider-Man’s attempts to stop her Bad Idea Science.
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