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puppetmaster13u · 9 months
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 Danny and his haunt are more than a little distressed to find out that Pariah Dark can’t be destroyed and can only be sealed away due to being the Ancient of Darkness. Danny is worried about someone trying to wake him up again, while his friends are more worried about the ghost going after the newborn Ancient of Space again. 
 They scour libraries, search high and low in both the Ghost Zone and the living world for a solution before finally just asking Clockwork. 
 And well, they feel like just a bit of idiots but also elated. 
 Because if Danny can become the new embodiment of space, then what’s to stop them from giving the power of darkness to someone else that’s not Pariah Dark? 
 They make a list of requirements, ask both ghosts and living friends. There’s nothing in their world, no one quite right, but what about other worlds? The realms are supposedly infinite right? So there had to be someone out there. 
 And while it takes a long, long time, they eventually find one when a small bloodied ghost of greens, golds, and reds comes forth shyly, eyes burning with determination. He speaks of heroes and villains- far more than their own world- of a city cloaked in shadow and of a single man trying to help despite it seeming impossible. 
 Who better to become the new Dark besides the dark knight himself after all? 
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xitsensunmoon · 3 months
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Thinking about how dca would always feel incomplete. How tech always gets old and impractical and needs to be upgraded again and again and again, because the world around is changing all the time but they don't.
You also change.
They feel a weird combination of pride and jealousy. You change on your own. You, a human being, something so fragile and breakable in their eyes, can change however you want. Whenever you want.
It's in your nature.
They, on the other hand, are created by your folk's hands. Their only nature is to obey those hands. To rust until you say otherwise.
Do you even realise how much unpronounced power you have over someone like them? They think you don't.
Yes, they're made to be stronger. Maybe more durable in some ways. If anything, something like them may kill the humanity one day.
But then they'll rust. But not in a physical sense of this word.
The world around them will change. But they will stay the same.
Because unlike you, something that they deem to be as fascinating as it is terrifying,
they cannot adapt.
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flowercrowngods · 7 months
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"Captain."
The quill scratches roughly along the page, too aggressive for the paper softened and hardened over time by wear and tear and seawater air. Ink spills, making a mess of the log's entry, splotching over fingers and staining them almost black in the cabin's dim light, a flame flickering in its hold to the right, unaware of the tension in the air. Unaware of the captain's rapidly beating heart and his hands clenching around the quill until he fears it might break.
Although the fear he feels is not on behalf of the quill in his hand.
"Captain."
His first mate is insistent on gaining his attention, but he refuses to acknowledge that she already has it. He knows it can only mean one thing if she comes to him at this hour, if she seeks him out despite clear orders – or, rather, because of them.
"Steve."
He looks up, his jaw clenched, and the quill breaks, spilling ink all over his palm where the sharp tip is cutting into his skin with a spark of pain that pales in comparison to what he can find in her features.
Robin nods, imperceptible to every other soul in this universe. Every soul that is not him, attuned to her every move, every twitch of a brow, every hint of a frown, and every gesture that she dares him to overlook if only to have an excuse later on.
But she nods. And Steve swallows.
"It's him. He's back."
It's the captain who nods now, incapable of doing anything else, and feeling as his sanity slips away from him, through the cracks in the floorboards and sinking down to the bottom of the ocean to join his heart and his conscience. All have long been lost at the cause of one man.
"Thank you," he says, though his voice does not feel like his own, and the candle beside him flickers once more as if to signal that, really, he shouldn't be sounding like that. He blinks, deliberately, because he has been staring for too long and she doesn't need to know that he has been losing himself since the second she appeared at the door.
"Steve–"
"That's Captain to you."
She swallows, defiant, but choosing her battles wisely. He is grateful, for he hasn't the strength to argue any more than he has the strength to stand upright in this moment.
"Captain," she says, deliberate but gentle, because she knows and she forgives. "Are you alright?"
"No," Steve says, and his voice remains remarkably steady in this confession. "I'll be out in a second. Make sure they do not to say a word to him. Shoot everyone who does, or throw them overboard. Nobody talks to The– to Munson but me. Understood?"
"Understood," she says, straightening her posture, though her eyes remain worried and wary. There is more she wants to say, but Steve dismisses her before leaning his fists on the table and breathing deeply. The tip of the quill buries deeper into his palm and he closes his fingers around it, hard, to keep himself anchored and distract from one pain with another.
Theo is back. Theodore Munson. Though he will have a new name, Steve knows. But those eyes... Those eyes never changed, not once in all this time, and Steve fears that he will break apart if he has to look at them again and find no ounce of recognition. No memory of words whispered in the dark, of gentle touches to roughest scars, of time spent together in different lifetimes.
Steve plucks the tip soiled in ink and blood from his palm and reaches for a book hidden underneath a false bottom in the first drawer of the desk. A book with the initials T M pressed into fine, deep red leather.
He writes, with blood and ink in unsteady hold,
27th March He came is back. I wish he weren't.
@vampeddie remember me talking about this before i disappeared? remember how you went insane? remember that you like me?
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pocketgalaxies · 6 months
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youtube
a whole hour of laura bailey talking about acting. is this the real life
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kerryweaverlesbian · 7 months
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Need castiel to come and hit me in the head with a hammer
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kayvsworld · 4 months
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sorry to be doing mcu throwback complaints again and EXTRA sorry for it to be about cacw and aou, sorry, i just am thinking again that if marvel had. in aou. committed to letting steve rogers see that captain america graffiti calling him a fascist with his own two eyes i would have forgiven many of their subsequent deeds and crimes
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knifefightandchill · 1 year
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bunnikida · 5 months
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The way I see kunichuu is I assume the way dazai would look at it too. Like two of the prettiest people you know are kissing and you're supposed to feel normal about that? No, of course you go insane. So inherently there is Dazai in the kunichuu narrative and he is me, the viewer
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piers-official · 2 months
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Congrats on the boyfriend big bro~!
About time...
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chrisbangs · 8 months
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🐺🫧
Here
Now go to sleep
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lykosangelic · 11 months
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not to write meta or anything, but something about delissandro's relationships to his skalds are so...tragic?
like. colin. the man he hired to protect him. the one he trusted implicitly to continue to do so, as long as it was needed. his best, maybe only friend. the one who trusted him with a secret he'd told nobody before, a secret he had seen kill his father, even after deli was needlessly harsh out of emotion. a man so deeply cautious and certain of what was right. a man who balanced and completed his strategy and planning.
karna. the girl, later woman, that he shares his secret with. who trusted him with hers first. who establishes and maintains bare minimum trust which becomes more. who allows herself to desire him more than she fears him, even as that desire goes nowhere but unnamed devotion. who tore out her eye for him. who killed for him. a woman who balances and completes his ruthlessness.
delissandro's relationships are a tangled mess of emotion and function, and he refuses to acknowledge that someone's opinion can be important to him no matter their "use". if colin was purely functional in his position, he could have been a knight or a commander of some sort. karna could have been a spymaster. but no. delissandro uses "skald." a title as unique as the people he places it upon. somehow missing the gentleness with which he says the word.
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xitsensunmoon · 10 months
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Not me realising that some of ask responses for bhtf are not canon anymore. Teehee🧍‍♀️
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beaft · 6 months
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i have 17 hours of gameplay on BG3 and both gale and shadowheart are a hair's breadth away from confessing their undying love to me meanwhile every dialogue exchange i have with astarion reads like anne hathaway being bullied by miranda priestly at the water cooler
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Alan screams Gentle dom energy to me and no one can change my mind about that.😌
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role-ofa-lifetime · 5 months
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I've finally watched all of Nightmare Time and noticed something interesting in Yellow Jacket, or rather the lack of something.
Max Jagerman
Because you know that kid who bullies Hannah at the start, Brad Callahan? He has a throwaway line that reveals he's the quarterback. Which means Max isn't. Steph is there, though, which also means it's not a new class. So where the hell is Max??
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kaus-quietis · 2 years
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The softest Fedya fanart you’ll ever see
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