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nerdpoe · 11 months
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Take Reality Altering Powers Seriously AU
Danny, decades into his stint as High King of the Infinite Realms, has Clockwork bring something to his attention.
There is a dimension that, periodically, will reset itself. There's different versions of those heroes that it threw aside to remake into something else, and it's starting to cause Problems.
So Danny is tasked with designing something that can contain the thing that's causing the problem; a being called "Speedforce". It behaves much like a god, and chooses people to act as avatars for it's powers.
He designs it's capture device much like his parents had designed the Fenton Thermos.
One day, much to the collective horror of the citizens Central City, the skies turn electric green, and a man dressed in a business suit made of indescribable materials descends.
He takes one look at the Flash, who came as quickly as he could to stop this new unknown, and pointed a strange device at him-and something ephemeral is torn from the Flash, something that feels really, really important.
Then the man in the suit thanks Flash, pulls out a strange looking gun, and shoots him with a tranq.
Then the man disappears, and hunts down every single Flash Family member and does the same thing.
Wally wakes up, confused and dazed, with a furious Dick at his bedside along with the rest of his family.
Only for their fury and fear to grow when he tries to run as fast as he normally does, only for it to be normal running speed for humans.
But.
Danny only agreed to do it under one caveat; he gets to give the Flash family another power instead of Speedforce.
He feels bad about stripping them of their powers, okay?! They were only trying to help.
@simplestoryteller
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paceyjoeydaily · 6 months
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PACEY WITTER & JOEY POTTER Dawson's Creek (1998-2003)
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canisalbus · 16 days
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Have you considered selling merch? Some stickers pins or patches of the boys would go hard
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one-time-i-dreamt · 6 months
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I was doing community service with Glamrock Freddy as the manager. He kept flirting with my mom at the fair, which I kept saying wasn't a valid community service spot, because I worked there two summers and they have a crew for cleaning the grounds.
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sctumsempra · 3 months
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this is so incredibly self indulgent but. hear me out
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hootgrowlbears · 4 months
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It's honestly so sweet how all the Bad Kids (minus Fabian) immediately thought of Kristen for class president.
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reunitedinterlude · 28 days
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lofi phantasy: the album
track 3: tokens in
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gabelew · 2 months
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( />/</) ehehe
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chiropteracupola · 2 months
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in the mood for a modern au. banishing them to Community Theatre.
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entomolog-t · 10 months
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I've had this ridiculous g/t brainrot situation stuck in my head for YEARS.
A borrower lives in a busy house where they have a hard time actually borrowing (maybe a couple with kids, and there's just always SOMEONE home). It's frustrating, especially given that there's always so much food in the house, and GOOD food too.
After a close call with almost getting caught they've had enough. Anything is better than this cruel situation. They get to thinking...
Just where did human food come from?
They didn't all farm or make their own food, and they seemed to talk a lot about going "shopping" where they'd bring back unfathomable goods from their outings.
There.
That's where they wanted to relocate.
They call on a favor from a local nomadic borrower they trade with, some oddball eccentric character that gets around via birds. They manage to figure out where to go by examining the logo on receipt paper and recognizing the same logo on a building.
They drop them off in the dead of night, telling them they'll try to pop by on occasion for trading and wishing them luck. The borrower manages to find a way in and is awe.
There's more food than they could ever imagine, and theirs rows upon rows. They spend the night exploring and eating, eventually passing out behind some boxed merchandise.
Morning comes far too soon.
They awake to the sounds of humans.
Lots of humans.
They keep behind the boxes as merchandise slowly begins disappearing off the shelf with each passerby unaware of the sheer horror theyre inflicting.
The day drags on, with the shelves becoming increasingly bare, leaving gaping patches with little cover to hide.
Suddenly, their last bastion of cover is stripped away, reveling a started human wearing the store logo. The odd pair freeze, staring blankly at one another. The employee blinks, and clears their throat awkwardly,
"Uh- hi, can I help you?"
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barachiki · 6 months
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J: So in summary: We received a call from the North Pole saying Santa was missing somewhere in his London stretch of his voyage.
S: Correct.
J: And we are required to "Save Christmas."
S: Also correct.
J: We tracked down the stolen presents, freed the reindeer, located the kidnappers and rescued Santa.
S: Succinctly put.
J: Should probably mention some of this to Lestrade... you think he will believe us?
S: If he wants to remain on the nice list.
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iamthecomet · 9 months
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comet oh my god going off of that last free use phantom thing... if inspiration strikes I would love LOVE to see some of phantom laying back and being totally taken care of by the whole pack, them all surrounding him, hands and tails everywhere until he cant tell who is doing what anymore and is just totally relaxed
UH HUH.
Service sub Aeon deserves to be taken care of.
Aeon's drifting. Mis-matched eyes open. Unfocused. The exposed ceiling beams swimming in front of him. Hazy figures dipping in and out of his periphery. A flash of golden hair, deep purple eyes, opalescent horns.
He's narrowed down to sensation. To touch. All other senses on the back burner. He isn't even sure who is touching him where. Whose tail is curled around his thigh holding him open and exposed. Whose tongue is pressed against his fluttering hole. Licking up over the seam of his balls. Over the base of his cock. And back down to press into his stretched rim.
He's soft now. Over sensitive. He's belly sticky with his own cum. His cock twitches though, valiantly. He'll be hard again in no time. Part of him wants to push away--he's had so much. He's so fucked out. The other part is desperate for it. Wants more. Wants to be swallowed whole.
He thinks he's in Cumulus' lap. Head resting on the swell of her breasts. He thinks her hands are the ones dragging over his nipples. But maybe that's Aurora. Maybe it's both of them. There is a tail curled around each of his biceps. Gentle. Not restraining. Just solid enough to keep him from trying to do too much. He thinks one of them might be Mountain's, but really it's just a guess.
Satanas, he doesn't know anything anymore.
Someone kisses him. Rain, judging by the taste. Tongue slipping into his mouth, cool and easy. Aeon opens for him, drinks him down like he's dying of thirst and Rain trills above him. Pressing one cool hand against his cheek as Aeon surges toward him, reaches up, begs for more.
"Easy, baby," Cirrus coos in his ear--over to his left. "Just lay back."
Aeon eases back, drops his head back into the hollow of Cumulus' throat. Someone drags a hand down his stomach, circles his cock into a calloused palm and he jolts.
Whining. Body begging him to lean into it--to pull away. Each stroke is electric. Too much. Pleasure zapping through his veins and he can't take it. He can't think about anything else. Hips bucking up into the hand as he fills out, hardens up.
Someone, Swiss, he thinks, whistles like he's impressed. "Still going, huh?"
Aeon nods, eager. He slams his eyes shut as another pair of hands widens his thighs. The tongue that's been fucking into him slips out, moves away. Aeon whines at the loss--but it's shortlived. Replaced by the fat head of a cock that he's pretty sure is Aether. Too fat to be anyone else's.
"You ready, baby?" Aether for sure. Reaching up to brush hair out of Aeon's eyes. "You've done so good for us today. Let me take care of you?"
Aeon cracks his eyes open. Finally forces them to focus on Aether looming between his legs. Cheeks flushed, eyes focused on Aeon.
Aeon swallows, tries to find words. "Y-yeah. Yes please."
After a day of doing everything that was asked of him--asking for something feels wrong. Like he's stepped out of line. But the collar he wore all day is long gone, and Aether just pushes in inch by slow inch. Watching Aeon's face for the first sign that he's had too much.
He has had too much, he thinks. He's had all of them at least once. He's been pinned between nine other bodies for what feels like hours. When Aether pushes in, there's no stretch, no burn. Thoroughly used. Aether groans low, a rumble that Aeon swears he feels in his bones.
"Still so fucking tight."
"Right?" Dew says from somewhere on Aeon's right. "Don't know how he does it."
"Magic," Sunshine offers from his other side. Whatever Dew says next is cut off by another groan from Aether as he fucks into Aeon. Giving in to hard deep thrusts that Aeon feels in his throat.
"Can't help it," Aether says, almost apologetic. "Too fucking good."
"Give it to me," Aeon begs, voice canting up with each word. "I can take it. Please, Aeth."
Aether smiles down at him. He pushes down, deepens the fold of Aeon's body until he's almost in half. Dislodging whoever's hand (Mountains?) was on his cock. It doesn't matter anyway--he'll cum like this. They all know it.
The next thrust makes Aeon wail.
Aether kisses him on the forehead, soft and sweet in contrast to the way he's railing him.
"Don't worry, baby. I know you can."
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petermorwood · 3 months
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I feel like you would appreciate this tiktok: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFBX8YAq/
I certainly do! Thank you!
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TL;DR (or TL;DW is more accurate) A member of Post-Purchase Support deals with a customer who bought an enchanted sword and knows nothing about it.
Correction: who knows NOT A THING about it. How extensive is this lack of knowledge?
NTL; Click to W.
Even funnier, taking offence at the term "bastard sword" is something I once heard for real. I've even seen it in censored form: "b*****d sword", and then of course there's Sky-TV's episode listing for "Game of Thrones":
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*****
"Bastard", though it CAN be an insult, isn't a swear-word but a perfectly legitimate description and was even an honourable title.
This gentleman, shown alongside his coat of arms, is Antoine, le Grand Bâtard de Bourgogne...
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That translates to Anthony, the Great Bastard of Burgundy, a member of The Order of the Golden Fleece, fully recognised by his father Duke Phillip and with the right to carry the Ducal arms differenced with a bend sinister.
"Great" just means he was the most senior of the Duke's illegitimate offspring.
The modern circle-and-bar "prohibited" symbol is similar to bend sinister, though its bar is a bend dexter - top right to bottom left - perhaps to avoid confusion with with the diacritical mark used by some Scandinavian languages.
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However I would NOT like to be the Support staffer trying to explain any of this to a dingbat customer... :-P
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nil-elk · 4 months
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I don't think people are honestly taking into consideration the fact that shitty/overwhelming work conditions DO impact relationships outside of the work environment. I haven't, until more recently, especially pertaining to my own work conditions.
Imagine working and socializing with customers and co-workers for 8+ hours a day, and all the good and shitty things that come with it...to then come home and do more work, and trying to socialize with friends/partners after all that.
Yeah, be for real. Cut yourself some slack. If you're friends with people with this sort of work-life? Cut them some slack (that isn't to excuse poor treatment of others, mind you)
We're just on the fritz as it is. Frazzled, even.
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irishais · 4 months
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hey, y'all, i'm dealing with what my oncologist is fairly confident calling stage 1 endometrial cancer. i haven't had my surgery yet, and there are already bills coming in from the multiple procedures i've already had to deal with, so if you feel slightly compelled to pad my shoestring budget for this nightmare: cashapp/venmo are @irishais, kofi is here.
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hootjiggle · 8 months
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If the back end of Fullbring arc was good, Rukia would've shown up like this.
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