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determined-ghostworm · 11 months
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Poor poor John, it seem’s that he’s gotten himself into a bit of situation.
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-Too be completely honest everything I know about John Constantine is from AO3. With random snippets like ~steel blue eyes or short blonde hair… and not to forget the “Gods! I need a drink don’t contact me for the next month.. or better yet don’t at all” 👍✨👌
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xx-sketchy-xx · 7 months
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I too, fell in love with this video. I liked this part a lot, so I uh, drew it lol
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koppaiterocker · 5 months
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This one's awful sorry gamers
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purpleleafsyt · 1 month
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The Night Sky's Dance
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barrenclan · 8 months
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Wait, Longest-Claws group killed the other clans?
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FORGET YOU SAW THAT FOR APPROXIMATELY A MONTH.
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beltl · 2 months
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Casual outdoors meeting
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gummidon · 6 months
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Too many hearts maybe
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gargyshmub · 10 months
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One Eighty One
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he fights (its sad)
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muse-of-fandoms · 2 years
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Are we never going to talk about the fact that the umbrella academy is just two steps away from becoming villains?
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madame-mongoose · 8 months
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Idk if I ever posted these so I'm doing it now
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why do they keep putting Rui in white trousers. bad idea with all the shenanigans that he gets up to
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powderblueblood · 28 days
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In light of the buzzcut, how would lacy react to eddie turning up with the same cut? Personally, I'd take a nice long seat on that face even if there's not much left to grab on to. I think he really pulls it off
this is fun to think about because the original munson buzzcut actually has an place in their story. i wrote about in chapter seven but the tl;dr of it is that lacy and eddie ended up in the wheeler's linen closet together after eddie drew lacy for a game of seven minutes in heaven. this was right after he'd accidentally lit all his hair on fire after seeing johnny storm and thinking (boosted off whippets) i could do that...
(author's note hello, i wrote this before the f4 announcement came out just call me the oracle of delphi lmfao marvel execs i'm in your walls)
so anyway he's got this buzzcut and this bandage on his head. and they almost kiss. but then they don't.
but then eddie shows up like, ten years later, same buzzcut. his whole skull and ears and everything out, for god and everybody to see. lacy doesn't recognize him at first-- and wonders whether she should acknowledge him, yelling up from the street. they are in brooklyn, at ronnie ecker's apartment, and he expects ronnie to throw down the keys.
lacy's not meant to be here, really, but ronnie's gone and ronnie always gives her the spare key and forgets. and lacy forgot something the last time she was here, a book or a coat or an excuse to be anywhere but where she's supposed to be and--
"ecker, i'm trying really hard not to get arrested down here!"
eddie munson is twenty three years old and bald and in for the shock of his life when lacy appears at the window, tossing the keys and praying he doesn't let them fall in the gutter.
"shit," she can hear him murmur, but he catches them anyway.
power forward. cheerleader.
it's been a really, really, really long time since they've seen each other. the space between them is tangible and full of junk, and he can barely ease around it to get in the apartment door.
"i didn't know y-- i'm just gonna--" he drops his bag on the floor and moves to head back out again.
but lacy can't stop herself.
"so what is it?" eddie pivots, fidgeting with the keys in his hand. "witness protection?" she watches his eyes shift, the most prominent feature about him now. "you lose a bet?" eddie's mouth attempts to steel a smile away. "oh, i know. it was lice."
"why don't we do all of the above for two hundred, alex?"
"jesus. indy's a rough town."
slowly, eddie slides the keys into his pocket. his eyes narrow, and his palm rubs across the top of his skull. she gets a sense he's been doing that a lot lately, to remind himself that it's really all gone. no twist of curly tendrils to hide himself behind. her chest pangs. "you don't like it?"
"you look different."
"you don't like it."
"it looks like an emergency."
"you look like an emergency."
"at least i'm not bald."
the real emergency is how either of them are going to look themselves in the eye after eddie ends up with his face between lacy's legs, lacy's fingers finding no purchase against the stubble on his skull as she keens her cunt against his mouth. ronnie's couch. houselights out. to be discovered any second.
but eddie feels just like she remembers, eager and hungry, only this time with an edge of clarity. something to prove. the spikes of his buzzcut give a mean sting as her thighs close around his head and he can barely struggle out, "you sure you don't like it?"
his hips rut against the cushions, squeaking the ancient sofa against the hardwood. she resists the temptation to grab at them, pull him further into her and believes with utmost sincerity that she should be canonized for it.
it'd be easier to pretend he was anyone else was it not for the fact that eddie feels just like she remembers. and she remembers him frequently. it'd be so much easier if he, and his glittering supernova'd pupils and his wet, rosy mouth didn't turn up to her and breathlessly beg, "tell me, lace."
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kedreeva · 1 year
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I would love to hear about the otherworld marketplace
oh right!
Okay, so the REASON I went the expo yesterday, when we weren't planning on it previously because it is Distant, is because my friend that takes me had to exchange some caging, and the crafters were going to be at the show, so why not vend as long as we're out there if we're driving 2+ hours each way anyway. So we vend the show, it goes well, we have fun, everyone's packing up... except the vendor she's exchanging caging with, who tell her they're going to be at least another hour packing up etc and also they don't have the cages with them, we'll have to drive to their brick and mortar shop.
Well, whatever, that means we can go grab some food. We look up sushi places, grab the first/closest one, and drive out. GPS takes us to a mexican restaurant. we fiddle with the GPS and when swapped to "walking" it tells us actually it's across the street. We can't see across the street because of trees, so we drive across the street, and there's a Mall. Like a legit, old mall- and I realize with a bit of dawning horror that I KNOW this mall, it was built a couple of years before I went to college, it was shiny and new when I first visited it, we used to come here often. I did not recognize it because it looked like it at been through some kind of apocalypse. So I turn to my friend and say, we have a choice, we either go in and get Mall Sushi from a food court, or we pick someplace else. She stops her car in the middle of a road, not a parking spot, and we both look at the list of sushi places nearby. I see one just plainly called "sushi market" and it looks normal and there's a picture of its storefront indicating it is, perhaps, not Mall Food Court Sushi, and we take off.
I am expecting a Hole In The Wall sort of strip mall place like the two near my childhood home, but instead we enter The City.
The City, if you do not know, is the same place. You enter into it and you may or may not have been to this city before but you have been to The City and it all looks the same, really. The shops maybe have different names, but it's unclear if that is because time has passed and the coral reef of storefronts has grown/exchanged inhabitants or if this is a different place entirely and actually it doesn't matter. Which street you entered from may determine which stores you see, but you are always entering The City.
This place we are going is a hundred yards outside of The City, and looks like it. It is the same 100 yards outside of The City that exists down by my little sister. If the air had tasted a little different, I would have told you for sure I was in North Carolina visiting my sister, not a little bit lost in northwestern Michigan. We park in a little street parking place and look around hesitantly. There's a storefront for a bagel shop. There's a storefront for a local barbeque (local to ME, not this place, or at least I thought that was the case until I looked it up at home.... they don't have a shop local to me. I have eaten there a dozen times, at work, with others. it does not exist near me. this is how The City works though, sometimes you have to accept that). The parking lot is almost empty. The street is vacant. it's quiet. Nothing is happening in this location. The building indicated is unmarked, plain brick. No windows except at the bagel shop and barbeque's storefront windows. They do not have doors of their own, only a set of unmarked, double doors between them.
But, the GPS insists it is here, so we go through those blank doors, and step into an Otherworld. Inside, is a busy marketplace.
The floors are all dark, smooth concrete. Above is all grubby, teal-grey steel and wood, the walls are covered in bright-colored artwork. There are stalls that don't look permanent fashioning the interior into a maze. This is the bible belt of michigan. There's Thai food, sushi, a mochi donut shop. There's a stall devoted to popcorns, both in different flavors but also from specialty kinds of kernels. There's a wall of soda in glass bottles from companies I've never heard of. There were four shelves devoted to black cherry sodas. Floor to ceiling shelves of ginger beer, birch beer, root beer. There's a pastry shop around a corner where I stood and watched someone slicing a cheesecake six inches tall, decorated in strawberries like a painting. We pass a charcuterie shop to reach a wine and cheese bar, which is across from a seafood shop peddling fresh catch from the great lakes, which is next to a deli of local meats, across from a shop exclusively dedicated to seasoning rubs for meat. Tucked into a back corner is a chocolaterie selling bonbons and hand scooped michigan-made ice cream. There's some kind of reunion taking place up at the front of the place. There are old ladies buying popcorn. There's a guy looking at the soda walls, dressed like it's 3am and he couldn't sleep.
The place is packed, but there's hardly any cars in the parking lot so I have to assume people walked here. We dodge people and make it to the sushi counter, where we are greeted by a young woman who has sparkles glittering across the bridge of her nose instead of freckles. She takes our order and welcomes us to sit at the bartop to eat (we don't), and we find a quiet corner to sit and eat. It was the best sushi I've had in my life- the rice was actual sushi rice which is a good start, it was slightly warm still, it was melt-in-your-mouth good. We stopped by the chocolaterie to get a small scoop of ice cream (cashew caramel) and a couple of chocolates to bring home. They're tiny, with local strawberry/cherry fruits, with little things painted on their tops. They were delicious.
My friend took photos of some of the inside of the place. I don't know if she waited for the right moments or what, but there's almost no people in her photos. I cannot express to you enough that this place was FULL. I waited in lines to get food. That's me at the chocolate/ice cream shop counter and there were several people in front of me in line.
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There was a second story we didn't make it to, because we had to leave to go get the caging. We exited back to a normal Michigan spring a hundred yards outside The City. The parking lot was mostly empty. The building was plain brick. There was no one on the street. The bagel shop and the barbeque storefronts had no people past the windows. There was no storefront for the sushi shop, because it was in the very heart of the place, it shared no walls with the building walls at all, there was no door to it.
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gvmdisease · 9 days
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guys i ate hair dye.
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elliott-the-wizard · 1 month
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Could I accidentally kill someone by pointing a tree branch at them and saying “Avada Kedavra”?
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unexpectedstormy · 8 months
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Whumptober 2023 Day 12: Insomnia
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Wild perched in the middle branches of a juniper tree, hidden by the flat-needled boughs. He held the bow up and tried to aim at the aeralfos trying to pick Four up off the ground, but he struggled to make his eyes focus. He loosened his grip and scrubbed his eyes on his sleeve.
Thanks to night watches, nightmares, and a late-night monster camp raid, he hasn't gotten more than 7 hours of sleep in the last 3 days. He'd been living off of energizing elixirs and had drank more than he ought to in the last 24 hours, but unfortunately, the effects of the last one were wearing off and he was starting to crash hard.
But the battle raged in front of him and he couldn't afford to slack off.
The afternoon heat of this arid scrubland between Sky's Lanayru desert and the Faron woods wasn't helping Wild stay awake and the rest of the Chain to fight; the battle was already tough enough with all the sagebrush, tumbleweeds, and cacti dotting the hardpacked dusty ground and complicating their footwork.
Wild picked a different target, one that wasn't moving: a stalfos with a bow making pot shots at the Chain as it crouched beside a large and dense sagebrush bush, shielded from the rest of the battle, but not shielded from Wild's view. Wild raised his bow again, bringing the fletching of the arrow near his cheek. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to steady his aim at the stalfos' skeletal chest, but it went blurry and the stalfos doubled as his eyes unfocused once again. He forced them to refocus and the two stalfos merged back into one and Wild released the arrow, but instead of hitting its mark, it harmlessly skewered the sagebrush.
Wild groaned as he rested his face in his now free hand. This wasn't going to work. If he kept trying to play the sniper, he'd only end up shooting and hurting one of his brothers on accident. He was loathe to admit it, he ought to put the bow away. He might not be able to perform his duties as an archer, but even in his exhausted, unfocused, and unsteady state he could still swing a sword.
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