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#childhood relics
neothebean · 2 years
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Also found some childhood relics! We were always careful with our toys so I'm not sure how they ended up by the edge of the woods, but they're definitely ours lol. Maybe they were broken so we threw them into the weeds for funsies idk lol
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newtlesbian · 5 months
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theres no way the year 2006 is real. people made it up to prank me
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power of naturally pretty eyes opening minds
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starry-bi-sky · 3 months
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what piercings does Danny have in your CFAU?
Danny’s got double lobe piercings on both ears, and then helixes, and an orbital on one side! Then he’s got an eyebrow piercing on the right side of his face. I don’t have any particular reason for why he’s got piercings as an adult, I just thought it’d be a fun way to indicate a physical change from when he was 14 and last saw the Waynes, to the next time they see him. Although with this version of Danny (rather than my original, unserious beta version of CFAU), it probably would follow that he'd potentially get piercings when he was older. (So not a total shock)
#dpxdc#dp x dc#cfau#childhood friends au#cfau danny#piercings#danny did his lobe piercings at home but the upper parts were done by a professional in the ghost zone#his ghostly healing means he couldnt go to a human piercer it’d heal in an instant#i’ve considered giving him snakebites. or a tongue piercing#guys with piercings >>>#playing dress up with your characters is the best part of making an au!#its also lowkey a relic to what my original childhood friends au was like in my head when it was still more of a 'daydream au'#which was more cracky and unserious. it leaned more into danny being more like his pre-canon self ie: meekish and shy when he was in gotham#so him having piercings/being more confident/cursing/etc the next time they saw him would come off as more of a drastic change considering#the last time they saw him (when jason was alive) he was a skittish and quiet kid. bookish. him turning out all goth-rock and punkish and#willing to throw hands with anyone he sees. would have been a big “huh??” moment for jason and co#hey wouldn't it be fun if jason had a childhood friend who moved away when he was a kid and returned to kill#the joker after he died? and that friend looked almost unrecognizable from his memories?#'daydream aus' are what i call aus that aren't all that serious and stem from listening to music and daydreaming. they're largely silly#unserious. and more “hah wouldnt this scene/idea be fun” and would've been harder to write down as a longform au. cfau stemmed from me#listening to music and going and then it spiraled from there.
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changeling-rin · 7 months
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DLinktober, Day 2 - Childhood
Art by Moon from the DL Discord! I always forget that Terrako is a thing, and then I'm always pleasantly surprised to be reminded.
The artist says: "For the childhood prompt... Baby Zelda and Terrako!"
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haahka · 7 months
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anyone else who never figured out how discord rly works and is now too afraid to ask
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p2ii · 11 hours
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HE SLEEPS WITH DAICHI'S ATLAS
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dreamcrow · 4 days
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Hellouu dream!! Good aftermoon! ^^
How are you today?? I hope you are good hihi :3
Sooo.. I have a little question that has been on my mind ever since I saw your art..
•I wanted to know more about the relationship between bellroc and them familiar dragon (I don't know if that's the term...)
•how did bellroc kill him??
•how did he meet this Dragon?
•Skrael already knew about all this??
(I know.. it's more than one question.. but I was curious...) byeeee!!👋👋 have a nice dayyy :3
kitty you are so sweet. thank you for indulging me and my little headcanons; i hope the ramblings that follow were as fun to read as they were to imagine.
what is a familiar? it comes from the same root as "family," but in classical latin familia generally means the *slaves* of a household (hence the english sense, used elsewhere in toa, of "a magical servant"). which isn't why i headcanon that bellroc wears their familiar's skull, by the way, though it would probably add to their general bemusement at modern magic-users' concept of the relationship. i've had this headcanon for such a long time, now, but despite wanting very badly to write something about it i've never actually gotten anything to a publishable state. (the one thing i have written recently about this is currently. 100-odd words of snippy banter/[INSERT SCENE-SETTING HERE], which feels like it doesn't quite count.) so. some bullet points, while i kick around some thoughts in the microwave of the mind.
yes, bellroc killed their familiar. they did not know that's what she was. they did not mean to do it.
azherin was a giant fuckoff dragon, the distillation of everything stories say dragons should be: vain, cunning, arrogant, unfathomably powerful. because it's my oc and my hc and therefore everything is based on my terrible taste, she is (mostly) feathered, and breathes silver fire (and occasionally lightning). she's also got a wife and kids but god if we fall down that rabbithole i really will never get to bed
the first time they see her, a slip of oil-black bleeding up from the edge of the sky, they feel a flash of some vague, fleeting connection. they wonder what it is, just for a moment, before (they think) they realize: the old familiar coil of fear, twisting to settle bright and lazy into their gut. they think she's smoke, from a particularly vicious wildfire.
when they find out what she actually is—for the first time since dying, in a particularly vicious wildfire—they think on how how strange it is, at this age, to find something they may fear more than that.
(the thought of "a familiar" never occurs to them. to either of them. bellroc never knew magic before receiving it violently and unexpectedly; skrael has heard of magic users with companions of varying sorts but if he's ever seen one, it's only been a mundane-looking creature like a bird or a sable marten. they wouldn't know the word as we use it now, and probably don't, for a long time.)
but bellroc does by now know magic, and by now knows it very well. always conscious that their mastery is earned—that they've had to work for it—but conscious that they are a master, all the same. they're the only person in the world to wear so much (or any) metal jewelry, let alone have a metal staff almost as tall as them. they might not quite openly think of themself as a god—yet—but they are certainly thinking about gods and godhood as a general concept, much more than they did while within the span of a normal human lifetime. they think about power, sure, about improving their craft, about impressing a certain someone, improving their lives; but also duty, obligation, right.
so when they find out a literal dragon is going around terrorizing defenseless human towns—well. they'll catch the devil from skrael later, for being so reckless. but in the moment, they protest: what else could they do?
as it turns out: even the most op of magical cavemen does not simply 1v1 a giant flying murderlizard.
especially one that can breathe lightning.
especially when their primary weapon is a giant metal stick.
skrael meanwhile is watching all of this—what. rivalry? folie à deux? he's been having odd dreams lately, infrequent, but insistent and recurrent, from his own yet-unknown familiar/skull source, which maybe is making him less charitable than he could be. but after watching bellroc definitely get their ass kicked and definitely be way more torn up about it than he'd expected: when they notice him being so dubious he must admit, he is perplexed. he understands bellroc's stated reasons for why they (tried to) intervene, that first time; it would be a terrible thing, he agrees, to find yourself in a town that a dragon has now decided is her personal pantry. but terrible shit happens all the time. however admirable it may be to try and stop it (and he does think it's admirable, because he's a sap) he is always, at heart, a pessimist.
even if you could have saved that one village—he means it gently, even if it doesn't quite come out right—you know she'll just move on to another.
and bellroc blanches. for the first time in a long time: they have a (small, but) serious fight.
because—bellroc's perspective is: they have all this power. all of this life, after dying, terribly; all of this magic, after a life of nothing of the kind. perhaps one mortal effort would make no difference; perhaps, even now, their effort would not tip the balance. as it certainly did not in that hill-town, they mutter, bitterly.
but they are no mortal, now. what's the good of having this power, if they don't even use it?
anyway bellroc and azherin end up running into each other 6-7 times. the last time, azherin just loses her shit at this insolent, interfering child:
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(please excuse the clumsiness here; this must be from. good god. twenty twenty-one)
...which ends predictably (though maybe not entirely so). and when skrael finds them, after, then he really lets them have it.
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hiddenstashart · 4 months
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fun fact: the name 'LEGO' is an abbreviation of the two Danish words “leg godt” - meaning “play well”
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betatrolls · 2 months
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finally got around to watching the last few episodes of the first season of TDI that i originally lost interest in after Harold got voted out and damn did i forget just how fucking excited i get about Harold. I don't know what's wrong with me but i just nearly dislocated my arm after wrecking my shit with a shitty backflip that i did the second he came on screen in the finale. i have never done a backflip before in my life. harold fuels me
#post#yes its five in the morning yes im up thinking really hard about my blorbo no im not gonna be able to fall asleep after the massive dopamine#hit i just got .#it's fine guys#I'D read his beavers and rats journal. HEATHER.#beavers and rats are COOL#most people leave their relatives precious heirlooms and relics of their childhood when they die but I'M leaving my children with my#massive notepad file where i talk to myself about harold that has so much text in it that my phone slows down when i open it#as you can tell i am normal !#i did however accidentally perform chiropractics on myself earlier when i snapped my head to the left to watch his part of the intro so hard#that my spine partially realigned itself#i do NOT fuck around about harold 💯💯💯#im on that harold grindset babey . up all day up all night thinking about harold 24/7 365#he's my babygirl#my little guy#my scrimbly boingo#<- normal girl who is normal#my jaw hurts from gnashing my teeth because when i get really excited i get the urge to tear things apart with my mouth#i start growling and shit too bro category 7 autism events turn me into some sort of creature or perhaps a beast#adn needless to say the mere vague mention of harold tdi is enough to cause at LEAST a category 7 if not a scale-breaking phenomenon#i dont think i mentioned that im freakishly obsessed with harold tdi . idk if that was clear or not . slash ess ay are see#im not tagging this bro nobody wants to see this . except maybe pissmaster so she can express her concern again but he doesn't have tumblr#and i am NAWT showing them this shit 💯🔥#im probably gonna end up telling him i fucked up a backflip though and whn she inevitably asks why the HELL i was doing a backflip im gonna#have to admit that i got so excited about the Presence of The Harold that i suddenly became an energy faucet so strong i had to#wipe the fuck out to calm myself down#hit my dam head on my headboard and shit#sowwy im subjecting u to this mutuals . ur probably gonna be hearing a lot about this guy for a little while . ok a big while#you know when cats get the zoomies and start doing crazy parkour shit and attacking random shit with their teeth . thsts me when Harold#fuck 30 tags god damn . my final message watch tdi even thoug it stressful as hell so i can talk to u about harold . pleas 👍
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stankvle · 1 year
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popcorn bags from when BLU was first in theaters (scans from 1999, found here)
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self-made-cages · 4 months
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Small joys:
1. Spontaneously saw another show and it was fabulous. I think possibly the best ensemble cast I’ve ever seen.
2. Client brought us levain cookies
3. Ate a bagel sitting on a wall with a cool view
4. Walked all day in semi-uncomfy shoes but don’t have any blisters
5. My cheeks have that warm, comforting slightly wind burnt feeling
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dreamlogic · 1 year
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#shit chat#family cw#parents divorcing: dad moved into tiny apt & doesn't want anything. mom moving to kentucky in a few weeks? months? w/ new fiancee#brother sick of the drama; doesn't want anything & isn't talking to my mom rn (understandable)#so i'm. pawing through 30 years of my parents' junk trying to sift out & salvage childhood relics#the leftovers mostly bc my mom has already laid claim to most of the things i have a strong attachment to#and currently having an existential crisis on my bedroom floor sorting through xmas decorations to keep/donate#like damn my childhood has so much substance in my memory & these objects seemed imbued with so much magic#and looking at it now there's a few things that still have a glimmer of life but mostly it's just cheap old shit.#i don't want any of this; i just want the sense of comfort and love and security of a functional loving family#but the divorce is also dredging up a lot of shit that i'm further processing in therapy#and i'm coming to the very depressing realization that a lot of my childhood kinda sucked ass#not all of it! and looking at photos i still feel strong positive emotions towards my past#but there really isn't any legacy to speak of. heirlooms consist of a few sentimental tchotchkes & a box of old picture books#also my mom kinda fucking sucked as a parent in ways i'm only just now allowing myself to admit & examine#like i don't think i could ever hate her or write her off completely and i did get certain wonderful aspects of myself from her#but she hasn't consistently been a Good Mom to me. p much since my brother was born when i was like 5.#more like a very mentally ill fair-weather friend who was also partially responsible for raising me#god this sucks. but at least i have a box of delicate sparkly glass baubles that i can smash on the pavement for catharsis sometime#anyways. friends if it seems like i've been more hermit-y and avoidant than usual lately– this is why#i've been estranged from most of my extended family for years & used to be really close with my immediate family.#which is currently a reeking dumpster fire that's choking my life with noxious smoke#and p much all of my energy & free time is going towards not letting actively retruamatizing current events nuke my brain#brother & i agreed that the current Vibes are like...#trying to cut loose the life boats from a sinking ship and get clear before the water displacement sucks us under#but i finally have all my shit out of the house except furniture that can't be moved until my mom moves#so the gaping chest wound is slowly starting to scab over and i can start actually clearing out some of this shit &#tracing the panicked exodus back to a more grounded stable version of myself#ugh.
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renee-writer · 2 years
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Dinosaurs
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial 165 prompt A Mere Relics by an anonymous person. Thank you anon for the cool prompt.
Daily up internet
Rotary phones
CD’s
VCR’s
Antennas
Changing TV without a remote
Flip phones
Searching though to find the letter you want
After fifty-three years
I remember things my children wouldn’t believe
My grandchildren would call mere relics of a different time
Revivals
Playing until the street lights come on
Riding a bike across town
Without fear
Saying he Pledge in school
Respect for others
A truth that doesn’t change
With the winds of time
Amazing Grace
Jesus loves me
Hand over a heart when the Anthem plays
Not mere relics
Oh past keep the things long forgot
But the values
The Truth that can’t be changed
They follow generation after generation
To a thousands of those that love Him
No, certain Truths never become mere relics.
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thatcharmingjerk · 1 year
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Really gotta grief huh
Like I'm fuckin sad I probably won't see the silly arts ever again but also for like being neglected and having to take care of myself and like this is just it!!!! I slip and don't make sure things stay safe/kept somewhere and tada!!!! They lost!!!!!!!
Like there might be some old arts at moms place but I'm not very hopeful, tbh I'm pretty sure we have lost a storage unit at some point, we used to move kinda often inside one apartment building so yea- also like I think stuff might gotten lost when I moved away at 16, and idkkkkkkk i just- teen isn't supposed to be making sure their Stuff dont get thrown away the second they move away?????
I hate being my own parent 😩😩😩😩😩
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Go and hide and run away
Run away, run and find something better
Go and ride the sun away
Run away like it's simple
Like it's right
Jamie is over, and where can I turn?
Covered with scars, I did nothing to earn
Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn
But that wouldn't change the fact
That wouldn't speed the time
Once the foundation's cracked
And I'm
Still hurting
#music#musicals#still hurting#the last five years#tl5y#going through and trying to get rid of things when I’m ridiculously sentimental#but I have to downsize and half the things have tainted memories attached now#and I still can’t rationalize who I thought he was with who he turned out to be#thanks dad for making everything so fucking hard#finding cards full of lies and lanyards from the comedian we saw that I’ve never been able to watch again#after you did what you did that day that made it a horrible time without mom who should have been able to go with us but you exploded#having to part with other relics of my childhood that feels so far away now that I’d been holding onto#trying to rationalize hanging onto the ones that I am even though there will be no space for them now#do you know how many times I’ve had a breakdown over you since you did what you did?#because I see now. I see that that was always you and I didn’t realize how much more guarded I should’ve been.#but part of me misses my innocent ignorance. misses thinking you could love and be loved despite it. not knowing why you were how you were.#why couldn’t you be the person I thought you were. the one I looked up to as a kid and followed around with my plastic tools#until I got old enough and sick enough of you yelling at me that I got so self conscious of every fucking mistake I made#and figured it wasn’t worth trying anymore. why I’m so anxious. why I say sorry too much.#do you know you gave your attitude to your son too? I hope you didn’t give him your inclinations and lies too.#I know you gave me your attitude. I’m trying to be better than that. but it’s hard when that’s what you know.#how does it feel? getting that right back at you now? finally facing the consequences?#but then we are all facing the consequences of your decisions. while you’re sitting pretty having your cake and eating theirs too.#you probably don’t even care. Jamie is probably feeling just fine. and I’m still hurting.#Spotify#(I should clarify. bc reading it back sounds sketch. when I said about his son I meant my brother. my brother has his attitude and more.)
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gravity-lifts · 2 years
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YOU HAVE SUCH CORRECT OPINIONS GRAPE FLAVOR IS SUPERIOR TO EVERYTHING (but you. you're better than grape flavor anything)
YOU TOO THE ONLY THING I LOVE MORE THAN GRAPE FLAVOURING IS YOU <333333333
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