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jeeaark · 3 months
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Shirtless Disaster pt 1 and Shirtless Disaster pt 2
At one point, while decision-making, I tried. real hard. not to have a conflict of interest.
But uuhh...Apparently the game said 'Nah, Greygold's in friggin' love with two people now', So- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
This is Greygold's life now!
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whisky-soul · 1 year
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Please look at these pictures my Dad just sent me of his cat. 😸
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samioli · 2 months
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Me writing Flame, a fic that's primarily about nrmt: and I will sprinkle in so many parts that are about Maya and her trauma, as well as her own self-doubt she has about her abilities as a person,
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Wille, talking to Jan-Olof: With all due respect, which is none
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luminitewrites · 1 year
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I’m back to thinking about SJ avatar style, so get ready for some rambling.
CW: mentions of trauma and abuse via administered electric shocks
One thing’s stuck in my head about this particular AU of an AU. Leading up to the revolution where animatronics are granted rights, I would think one of the main driving forces behind that is animatronics discovering the ability to bend as well. Up until then, they’ve been treated as machines beneath humans. Not all humans can bend, but they are the sole beings who can. That is, until animatronics discover on their own that they have the ability to bend water, air, earth, and fire—lightning, metal, lava, and ice, every and any iteration of the four elements—just like humans can.
I don’t think it would take them long to discover that they are equivalent to humans in this manner. So in an effort to control the animatronics and hide their bending prowess to further the mindset that humans are above machines, chi blockers would be introduced. Maybe in this specific world, it’s a chip inserted into the animatronics that keeps them from connecting to the elements or figuring out if they even can bend. But nothing can ever be kept silent forever, and when word gets out about this process, advocation for animatronic rights begins to ramp up full throttle. You can only bury the truth for so long before someone else comes around and digs it up.
That’s all to say that I believe the extraction of these chi blocking chips, while severely dangerous but doable with the correct knowledge and force, is exactly what the daycare attendants learn. It starts with Eclipse enduring a terrible cruel shock from the owners for not responding to their call quick enough. What they don’t account for is how this continued abuse is just what he needs in order to dismantle the chip that’s kept him from an intrinsic part of himself since his creation.
In the shadows of the daycare one night, he unscrews the panel in the back of his head, finds the partially working chip, and rips it out.
He blacks out and comes to hours later, hooked up to a charging port and the owners screaming at him because they’ve had to close the daycare for the day due to his supposed incompetence. His fragile wires in the back of his faceplate are still exposed, but the humans make no mention of it, having no understanding of what’s happened or what he’s done.
And that sets into motion what few other animatronics have come to learn on their own: that the chip is removable, and something crucial has been kept from their reach for far too long.
I think there would be a more violent uprising. Those who regain their bending are still outnumbered, but their message reaches the ears of the people who do care, and it becomes a unity of animatronics and humans demanding equal rights be granted. Freedom is still an uphill battle, but it doesn’t escape their grasp.
Like the events of SJ, I imagine that Sun, Moon, and Eclipse still don’t break free until animatronic rights have been established, and the owners have to kick them out. But there’s a strong chance that prior to that, Eclipse removes the chi blocking chips in each of his brothers’ heads, a methodical surgery that comes with the unfortunate need to fry the things first before they can be removed. And wouldn’t you know it, he just so happens to be a firebender with the unshakable urge to use his ability to take back what they are all owed.
He’s not as precise with his fire, still new to it aside from the secret snatches of hours he’s practiced creating it with his hands. He nearly ends up scorching Sun’s delicate wires, something that has him even more afraid to try it again, especially on Moon, but they need this freedom. They need to know like he does what was stolen from them. They need to have it to be ready in case… just in case.
Moon takes to his waterbending like a duck to water. He does have a brief incident where he accidentally gets spooked and ices his hands and nearly panics, but Eclipse melts it right off with a heated flash of his palm. Sun’s practice is a little less than stellar in his eagerness, not for lack of want but because his bending doesn’t come right away. It doesn’t click like it does with the others, and it causes a deep frustration in him that he might not be a bender like them. His frustration and disappointment grow until one night during a practice session following a truly rough day, he claims that it’s just not going to work and in a rather rare show of deep upset, he kicks a stack of crates, wanting to just channel out some of that hurt in a harmless way.
The ball of fire that shoots from his foot lights the crates ablaze, and the three brothers have to quickly stamp out the fire before it can grow. As soon as it’s controlled and doused, Eclipse rounds on Sun with pure excitement that shows the flames of hellfire in his very eyes, and he clasps Sun’s shoulders and proudly tells him that that’s what he needs to channel his fire. He needs anger, he needs rage, just like Eclipse. That’s how he can bend. Eclipse will show him how.
Sun is… not enthused by this. He’s not angry; he was just frustrated. A small moment of anguish because of how he wants to have this connection with his brothers. Moon doesn’t need anger to waterbend. It just dances to his call like it’s meant to.
But with no one else to teach him and with Eclipse being so proud of Sunny for being just like him, proving that he’s right about this, Sun can’t say no. He begins to learn the way Eclipse wants him to, and he struggles to voice his discomfort at needing rage to kindle his fire. It’s why it doesnt come as a shock to him that his fire staggers and fails to remain bright and beautiful after the small incident.
Sun isn’t angry, not truly. He was made for love and compassion and justice, but not anger. His fire is never as brilliant as his older brother’s, and though Eclipse keeps pushing him and encouraging him in the only way he knows, his own frustration at Sun’s inability to progress is still just under the surface. He blames the owners, of course. They’re the ones holding Sun back. They must be, since they’re to blame for everything else.
When they are freed, it is no less rough. But Sun is exposed to a whole world of possibilities, and in the long spans of Eclipse’s absence as he fights to make them survive, Moon spars with and teaches Sun what he’s learned. To their surprise, Sun is able to apply it to his own bending, and together, they create a bond built on striving to use their bending to make the city a better place. They train endlessly so that one day, they can use it to show their strength in the police academy.
It’s the first of many walls that build between them and Eclipse. And it highlights the forces behind their bending that let them become in tune with their core elements. Slowly realizing that this will be the start of what separates them, and the first time Sun and Moon turn their bending on Eclipse without holding back is when they’re detectives and jumping out of range of his sizzling dark blue fire.
That’s when they’re certain there’s no turning back now. Eclipse has already burned the bridge between them and now uses the very tool that he taught them how to wield against his own family. He has become like those he hates, those he blames and faults for the city’s imperfection. He lusts for power and control, and when the old daycare is set ablaze in searing blue fire one pitch black night, it’s just another step in that direction. And wouldn’t it be ironic if he starts the blaze with an electrical fire, envisioning all those days spent under the fury of the owners’ controlled shocks and using those horrid memories to fuel his anger as lightning turns to flames.
The detectives are powerless to do anything but fight back, and it leaves horrible scars that are visible to no one but them.
No one, that is, until the vigilante comes around.
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ghostradiodylan · 4 months
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🎶 On the fifth day of Christmas, the Quarry gave to me
Five silver shells,
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Four calling nerds,
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Three blood-drenched men,
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Two boys in love,
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And Max Brinly on top of a tree 🎶
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🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄
[This one’s late because your friend Bunny had to go get drunk with what I’m pretty sure was the entire queer community of a small town AND because tumblr only lets you attach 10 images so I had to do some condensing but for the five people following along at home, here it is ;)]
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andromebaa · 5 months
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gessshoku · 2 years
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@maudiemoods Prepare For Trouble
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And make it double
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waterforlorn · 5 months
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@frigidkingdcm
lev had this ..sense of pride within him, it was that little ounce of satisfaction he got from getting back on his feet time & time again, no matter how hard he was struck down. was it his preferred way of doing fights? fuck no. but lately, he hadn't exactly had much of a say in it, so the fact he was still standing now.. yeah, he definitely felt a little smug. not that he paraded it around much, especially because to pride himself on getting up again & again, he'd have to admit to falling.
it'd been unfortunate that while being out with dex, they didn't really get to ... fight together. sure they'd been a team, but lev had been looking forward to abusing the synergy between their elements in battle. well, maybe next time. lev found the other in the mess hall that had been decorated & filled to the brim with food .... & with dio's arrival liquor - surely. not that lev cared, he didn't drink.
approaching him, he offered a little nod. they hadn't spoken again after their little spar & didn't exactly have much time to do so during the rescue mission. "how's it going, kiddo?" did he expect the gramps card in return? oh yes. he was ready. "you feelin' okay after .. 'yknow?" vampires, getting bit... & charmed. he'd been on what? a handful of mission? could be quite a lot sometimes.
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xzbat-loverzx · 1 year
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Tell~ Me
Who is it I’m supposed to be?
Tell me now~
Tell me now~
Who am I supposed to be?
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penforthewin · 10 days
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I love watching shows when I'm not emotionally attached to any of the characters, so when I look it up, all I see are people suffering.
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anyways my final predictions are a vulnerable and/or angst filled moment between eddie and chimney and the final bathena scene being them on a honeymoon in italy
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patrice-bergerons · 1 year
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Today I walked past Zoe Kenneth's house, which is actually in Jericho, and it is so close to the city centre (a 15 min walk to the museum of natural history?) I couldn't help but think that Robbie and James must have walked/driven thru that neighbourhood after. So now I'm thinking about what that must have been like that for the both of them.
I wonder whether the house stayed burnt down for many months, a physical marker of everything that went down that night, of mistakes you can't put right and tragedy and also love as salvation, as the force that saves and redeems you, or if it was quickly renovated so that - like James perhaps - you couldn't tell anything happened there at all by looking at it.
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pacinglikeghosts · 2 years
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baby it's halloween (and we can be anything)
ronance | ronancetober challenge | day 8
“G’morning,” Robin yawned, rolling over to face Nancy. Her soft caramel hair was all askew, with pieces splayed out across her pillow, and in the soft morning light, her freckles seemed to look like splattering of fresh coffee across her skin. Every part of Nancy wanted to grab her by the face and kiss her, to tell her how much she loved her, but she didn’t want to move too fast, unload all her emotions all at once, and push Robin away. “How did you sleep?”
Shitty, Nancy thought, but moved a piece of hair from Robin’s face with a soft smile. “Fine,” she lied. “What about you?”
Robin shrugged, snuggling in closer. “Okay, I guess. I had the weirdest dream that Steve and I were being tortured by Russian guards dressed up like ice cream, and I’d think it was scary as shit if…you know…they weren’t dressed like ice cream cones,” she laughed, wrapping one of Nancy’s curls around her fingers. The warm, soft sound of Robin’s laughter made Nancy’s heart swell up and the warm, fuzzy feelings she tried so desperately to ignore settled in her stomach. “Still scary, though.”
day eight: ronance anthem (or, nancy wheeler has trouble saying “i love you”)
as always, layout credits to bunivys!
read it here!
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loquaciousquark · 2 years
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I've loved this tree so much. I'm really going to miss it.
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remapped-soul · 1 year
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the sun is sunning, the birds are birding and the cars are vrooming...F1 is back babey and i am aliveeeeee
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