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tblsomedoodles · 8 months
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Donnie's Visions (apocalypse Seer Twins comic) Part 5 (complete!)
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I should wait until tomorrow to post this so i can make sure i didn't miss anything. But i don't particularly want to wait. It's the last part and i just really want this to be fully complete (post and all.)
anyways, i hope you enjoyed this comic! I am very glad to get to check one thing off my to-do list.
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wikiangela · 22 days
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wip wednesday
tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @tizniz @diazsdimples @buddieswhvre @disasterbuckdiaz @dangerpronebuddie 💖💖💖
more of the cheating fic bc I said this is my main focus rn and it is haha (I might have something different for friday tho 🙈) I hope I'll finish this scene before I post all of it in snippets lol the convo just keeps going and going istg haha
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 “What are you doing here so early? After last night, I thought you two would be dead to the world the whole day.” she teases, then goes to get a cup of coffee.
“Hey, Karen.” Buck responds quietly, not answering the question. Hen does it for him.
“Buck’s having a crisis. He slept with Eddie.” Hen says, and Karen turns towards them, eyes wide, but then the surprise turns into a smile.
“Well, finally.” she chuckles, reaching into the cupboard for a mug. “I thought it’d take them decades to figure it out.” she pauses, then frowns, turning towards Buck again. And he chooses to ignore that comment, because what the hell did she even mean? “Wait, what happened with you and Taylor? When did you guys break up? Did I miss some 118 gossip?” she asks, shooting her wife a questioning look.
“No, you didn’t, they’re still together..” Hen responds, scrutinizing gaze not leaving Buck. “He cheated on her.”
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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @watchyourbuck @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @puppyboybuckley @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @hoodie-buck @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @exhuastedpigeon @fortheloveofbuddie @911-on-abc @daffi-990 @jesuisici33
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impishtubist · 2 months
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I am still thinking about the high schooler who, as he was putting his instrument away last night, sat back on his heels, gave an explosive sigh, and went, "It has been Monday for four days!"
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hailsatanacab · 10 months
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Wip Wednesday babeeyy
eyy I've finally remembered that wip wednesday exists!! here's some proof that i'm working on something, and that something is the follower milestone gift i said i was going to do and i promise i'm doing it! i'm doing it it's happening i promise! so here's a little taster!!!! and here's Part One if you want a refresher!
And then the kid just vanishes.
In the blink of an eye, in the time it takes for him to look down, screw his face up because this is all confusing as fuck, and look back up, he’s just gone. There’s nowhere to hide, there’s nowhere to go, Jason can see everywhere around him—but he can’t see Danny.
“Well… shit."
“What, what happened?” Dickybird hisses in his ear, the unsaid, exasperated “now” very clear in his voice. 
As much as he loathes to admit it, Jason is feeling very much the same way right now. What was meant to be a simple case of “investigate the potential child abuse and put an end to it” has instead become something… less simple. When is it ever simple in his life?
Still. If working with supers, metas, vigilantes, whatever, has taught Jason anything, it’s that just because you can’t see someone doesn’t mean they’re not there.
“Hey, kid… Danny. Listen, I’m not here to hurt you and if you’re still here, if you can still hear me, then, I don’t know, do you want to get a bite to eat or something? I just want to talk. I just want to figure out what’s happening.”
Jason doesn’t hold his breath. 
Okay, no, that’s a lie. Jason holds his breath, but he swears he’s holding it so he can more accurately hear if Danny is still around. That’s all it is, he’s not attached to this kid already. He’s not.
When no answer comes—not even a whisper of a breath or the scuff of a sneaker on the pavement—he suppresses a frustrated growl and opts instead to breathe deeply and pinch the bridge of his nose.
“So…” Tim begins, drawing out the word.
The urge to growl—hell, the urge to pull out his comms and smash them on the floor—grows.
“The kid’s a meta, then. Potential powers including but not limited to: invisibility or teleportation. You think he’s still there?” There’s no reason for the kid to still be around, not at all. If it was Jason, he’d have scattered as soon as he realised the stranger impersonating his dad wasn’t the guy he thought was impersonating his dad, and honestly, wasn’t that extra fucked up? That someone impersonates people in this town often enough that it’s not a surprise? The way Danny spoke about him… What was his name?
Amorpho. Amorphous. Without shape. 
A shapeshifter?
Whatever. It’s a mystery for another time, because there’s still a more pressing mystery in front of him.
Or,. rather, not in front of him.
Yes, there’s no reason for Danny to still be here, but…
Jason sighs. 
“I’m going to Bat—Nasty Burger. Really? Is that the best burger joint here? Nasty Burger? Whatever, I’m going to get some fucking fries.”
Jason feels fucking stupid talking the air like this. He must look fucking stupid, too, but the thing is… There’s a prickling on the back of his neck, a rolling taste of green on his tongue when he glances through his peripheral, the vague weight of an unseen eyes on him. 
Call it wishful thinking, call it a hunch, call it something else, but Danny’s still here.
“There’ll be a burger waiting for you, too, if you want it. My treat.” Jason turns in a full circle, examining everything in his surroundings. Nothing seems out of place, nothing screams wrong to him. “I just want to talk.”
He waits for a full minute with no success, which makes Jason feel even more stupid, before clicking his tongue and making his way to the, hopefully ironically named, Nasty Burger.
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shivunin · 4 months
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @greypetrel @layalu @daggerbean and @zenstrike (Zen, I've decided I'm just going to post all fic things on this blog from now on, but I will post something that isn't Dragon Age c:)
Tagging @ndostairlyrium @heniareth @pinayelf @buchimgay @brother-genitivi @jtownnn @dreadfutures @inquisimer
I don't have a picture right now, but I've gotten the first two rows of purple onto the Leliana scarf and I'm really pleased with how the color looks so far! It's been really nice to do something with my hands in the evening, especially since I got hooked on a DND show I can watch at the same time.
Here are a snippet from some Mass Effect fic I'm still playing around with, then a bit from a BG piece I've been working on the last month or so.
From "Sure As Night," a ME WIP (535 Words):
The hum of the elevator to Shepard’s cabin had become familiar and comforting, in an odd way. 
The rest of the ship sounded just slightly off to Garrus. It’d taken plenty of hits after they’d gone through the relay, had almost certainly taken some damage from that final blast. The Normandy wasn’t actively falling apart or neither of them would be up here, but the sound of the engine was just one more thing that was…off. Or maybe Garrus was just hearing things. Wouldn’t be the first time in the past few months. 
But her elevator sounded exactly the same as always. It was…nice, for one thing to stay the same.
“Shepard?” he called. After a moment, the door unlocked and slid open. 
It was not immediately apparent where she was when he stepped inside. Garrus glanced at the trail of water on the floor and followed it to the couch in the next room (top notch detective skills there; wouldn’t his father be proud of him now?). He saw Shepard as soon as he walked down the stairs, sprawled over the couch with her feet braced on the bulkhead. Her hair was tousled and darker than usual, water droplets clung to her exposed shoulders, and the rest of her torso was wrapped in a towel. 
“Hey there,” she said, and Garrus blinked down at her. 
“And here I was coming in to give a formal report,” he said drily. She grimaced and pushed herself up, raking her hair away from her face. 
“Tell me that’s a joke,” she said. “Don’t think I can handle another emergency right now.”
She could, of course. They both knew that if there had been an emergency, she’d bolt out of here as quickly as she could and handle it. It’s who she was, after all. 
“You ask the engineers, it’s all an emergency,” he told her. “But I think they’ll hang on for a little longer or Ken would be talking less.”
Shepard snorted and shifted aside, glancing at the open space beside her. 
Well. He could take a hint. He just hoped she wasn’t about to tell him that last night had been a mistake. He’d been thinking about it plenty since then and he’d reached an entirely different conclusion. Racing through destruction with the expectation of certain death could do that to a person. 
Garrus passed the last step and settled beside her as best he could. He still wasn’t used to the human preoccupation with these squishy pieces of furniture. Didn’t they ever get stuck? He always felt like he’d sink all the way to the floor if he sat back too far. He considered telling her this to break the tension and discarded the idea immediately. He could definitely manage better than that.
“How’s the arm?” she asked him, nudging the arm in question. Garrus shrugged and rolled his shoulder experimentally. After taking a rocket to the face, he’d found that his scale for pain was kind of shot. He hadn’t even realized there was something wrong with it before Chakwas had insisted on scanning him. 
“I’ve had worse,” he told her, and she snorted. 
“Tough guy, huh?” she asked. 
“Something like that,” he paused. “And you? You took a few shots yourself.”
“I’ll survive,” Shepard said, looking at him sidelong, and smiled.
And (with a very different tone!) from a piece I am working on for Tav (234 Words):
Hope; a curious thing. She had been bereft of it for so long that its touch burned her then. 
“Be welcomed, faithful paladin,” Lathander had said. “Be free of the bonds that held you. ”
“My Lord, I will serve you for all my days,” she had told him, and only knew that she was weeping when the droplets struck the hands she’d clenched below.. 
She had never been touched like this. Nobody had ever been touched like this, she was certain of that. 
“You are mine now. The past is done,” he said. “Name yourself to me, Oathsworn.”
Octavia fell away, dead at last and free to rest. The woman she left behind took a deep breath. She had been a child once, and loved. Her family—her family had called her a silly nickname, coined by a brother with too few teeth to say her real one properly. She had left them behind too young, had left behind any hope of belonging somewhere at the same time. 
But—she belonged here now. She belonged to Lathander, as she had once belonged to her family. 
“Tavitha Hallowthorn,” she whispered. “I am Tavitha.” 
“Tavitha,” the god said, already dissipating into countless flecks of light, each of them composed of all the shades of every perfect sunrise. “Be welcome.”
Octavia was dead. Tavitha bowed her head before her god and knew herself for the first time in a very, very long time.
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jak2gooberglub · 6 months
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What if he never escaped...
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catboy-a-day · 2 months
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catboy 26..
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sev-on-kamino · 7 months
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This is the official moodboard/cover for my Kanera x Reader fic, The New (Rebel) Romantics, that I started dreaming on ages ago thinking I was the only one that cared only to find @deejadabbles and @dystopicjumpsuit were on that good ship with me 🤝🤝🤝 Because it’s me, there’s also a playlist:
Tracklist:
Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears
Homemade Dynamite by Lorde
Headlock by Imogen Heap
Like They Do On Tv by Kimbra
Holding on to You by Twenty One Pilots
Mine by Magdalena Bay
My Blood by Twenty One Pilots
Pedestal by Phantogram
Redemption by Switchfoot
New Romantics by Taylor Swift
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carlos-tk · 6 months
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wikiangela · 5 months
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fuck it friday
tagged by @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 💖
i feel like i'm giving y'all the whole fic in snippets rn, but like, it's 5.6k atm so there has to be more lol (fr like always I have no idea how it's this long, wtf is even in there 😂) also, it's fuck it friday, so fuck it haha
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“I called Bobby, by the way.” he changes the subject again before Eddie can respond and deny that he’s pouting now, which he definitely is, lower lip pushed forward in the most adorable way. Eddie just sighs, which turns into a cough.
“What for?” he manages to croak out.
“To tell him you’re sick and can’t go to work tomorrow.” Buck moves towards the medicine cabinet and pulls out some cough drops, placing them on the table in front of Eddie. “Like I said I would. Don’t argue, you’re staying home and getting better.”
“Ugh, fine.” Eddie responds with less fight than Buck expected. Maybe he’s slowly starting to admit he is, in fact, sick. Or maybe just really wants to finally talk, and is trying to speed it up. Either way, Buck’s not complaining. “But you’re going to work?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Buck turns away to check on the soup again, gets a spoon to try it.
“So you’re gonna leave me here all alone?” Eddie sighs dramatically, and Buck chuckles again. 
“You’ll live. I’ll come here straight after. And-” he turns back towards Eddie. “I’m gonna stay the night and get Christopher to school tomorrow, too. Just so you can rest and really recover. Don’t fight me on this, you won’t win this one.” he says, half-teasing, and sees Eddie’s face melt into gratitude and so much love, now full on display, likely also tired of hiding it.
“You can stay forever.” he says so earnestly it takes Buck’s breath away. He wants nothing more than to stay here forever, in Eddie’s home, by Eddie’s side, with him and Christopher, the two halves of his heart.
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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @ladydorian05 @honestlydarkprincess @wildlife4life @theotherbuckley @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @jeeyuns @forthewolves @hoodie-buck @giddyupbuck @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine @fortheloveofbuddie @weewootruck @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @loserdiaz @jesuisici33 @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @jamespearce9-1-1
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megane-sama · 1 year
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If I'm right in assuming that is Rei's silhouette then i have to ask. What does he have such a slutty waist for? For other men (me) to hold?
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probayern · 6 months
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realizing that this is a very rare and unheard of thing called the perfect week: at least one of my sports on every day. it's doing wonders for my emotional regulation
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ratherembarrassing · 9 months
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it's sunday and i am already tired from next week
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fuck that woman wednesday
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theyarebothgunshot · 5 months
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littlekingbergara · 10 months
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The average viewer, who only follows the YouTube channel will be very confused next week, when there is no new Ghost Files episode. I know it's because of budget reasons, but the way they promote new seasons (or sometimes new shows) is rather suboptimal. The promotion for the new PH season that starts next week is more or less non existent. 😕
i think they made it clear enough in the video itself that this ghost files episode was a special one-off episode and not a season premiere. no different from the branded too many spirits and are you scared episodes that have gone up in the past outside of their regular cycles.
it's true that they haven't promoted puppet history very much but i don't necessarily think that's an issue tbh. it's season 6 of the show and anyone who is subscribed only for puppet history will see it in their subscription feed, and anyone who isn't subscribed and watches puppet history should have it in their recommended. they know it will do well regardless of the promo it does or doesn't get.
i think it would have been more confusing if they had already posted the puppet history trailer considering they had this branded gf episode coming out, since they've always done a trailer either the week before or the week of the premiere date. anyway they'll probably post a trailer on monday for the youtube viewers!
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