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[nerdpoe]

Someone is stealing Jason's Hoodies

Which like, fine. Alright. He gets it; with as many siblings as he has, it's impossible to track who takes what.

But someone stole his favorite hoodie.

Cass had given it to him.

It was perfect and comfy and soft and someone was gonna pay.

A quick message to the group chat was the only warning the culprit was gonna get as he checked his security cameras.

Except that isn't Tim. Or Damian. Or Dick, or Steph, or Cass, or Duke, or even Bruce.

It's a little girl.

She can't be older than six, she's got white hair, she floats, and...

...Lazarus Green eyes.

He watches her phase through his ceiling, and considers. He'd assumed it was rodents he was hearing, but...

Jason creeps up the stairs and gets to the door as quietly as he can, opting to listen before barging in.

There's a little girl's voice on the other side, desperately cheerful in a way that only those on the verge of grieving can be.

"-And you'll be okay, and you'll be safe, cuz I'm making the best nest for you ever, Danny you're gonna be so impressed, and you're gonna wake up any day now and I won't be alone anymore!"

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-

Jason knocks lightly on the door.

"Don't run," he calls out, "I'm here to help. What do you need?"

[pokeask-storytelling]

[Knowing the rules against leaving the den during the day you still try to think of ways to fill your belly. It’s still many hours until your parents usual hunting time. However…]

[While taking a quick walk to the berry tree would be the easiest route, the thought of eating meat makes your mouth water. Plus, it sounds loads more fun than picking berries from a tree.]

[Glancing back into the depths of the den, you see your mother sleeping soundly. If you were to go, now would be your chance. It seems you have a decision to make!]

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[oodlesndoodles]

silly thing

Non of the designs are canon!! Since I’m not the og creator (I think it’d be cool if asgore’s cloak or wtv was all sparkly and spacey!!) but anyway doopeltale made by @spotaus (@spotlightstudios)

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[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 110

The clock on the wall ticked with a steady rhythm, filling the room with a sense of impending doom. Blood trickled down, staining the lips of the figure sitting bound in chains. Despite the evident pain and damage inflicted, there was a defiant glint in their eye, a spark of resilience that refused to be extinguished.

"You've fallen, just like they all do," sneered the captor from the shadows, their voice dripping with malice.

The figure chuckled softly, a dry, raspy sound that echoed in the dimly lit room. "Fallen? Perhaps. But a hero? That's a title I've never claimed."

The captor's laughter cut through the air like a knife, their amusement evident. "You may deny it, but your actions speak louder than words. Heroes always end up on their knees before me."

With a sudden crack, the chains binding the figure shattered into pieces, falling to the ground with a clang. The captor's eyes widened in disbelief as they watched the figure rise, their gaze burning with an intensity that sent shivers down their spine.

"A hero may fall," the figure growled, their voice low and menacing. "But they always rise again, stronger than before. And this time, I won't be the one forgotten."

A flash of crimson filled the captor's vision, a searing pain spreading through their body like wildfire. They stumbled back, clutching at their chest as if trying to quell the inferno burning within.

"Never again," the figure declared, their voice a haunting echo in the darkness. "Never again will I be at your mercy."

[evies-adventure]

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[ask-a-wooper-n-mew]

Months had gone by fter that the Mew & Wooper's heartfelt meeting..

And from then on, the two became inseparable... Never to be without one another...

On this particular day, you happen to come across the little Wooper, stumbling across a tree branch.. Trying to reach an apple that hung from the very edge...

The branch though, was about to snap.. So you try and rush in to save the Wooper- But a pink blur once again races past you- And as the little Wooper falls, the blur catches them, and gingerly places the wooper on the ground..

"Marcy.. Sweetheart- If you want an apple that bad, please do not try and climb the tree sweetie.. I'll float up and grab one for you.."

"Oo- Oopa? Oopa," the little wooper replied, as they nodded their head..

The Mew then rubbed their paw against the Wooper's forehead whilst saying, "That's my girl.."

Suddenly the Mew then sensed your presence- turns towards you, and glared at you immediately....

The float up into the air, the fur on their back risen up-

"Who are you?! And whomever- don't come any closer to my Marcy!"

You seem a bit startled.. But still would like to ket the Mew know that you mean of no harm to her wooper..

The choice is all yours, on how you shall respond...

[thefirstcourtesan]

I visit them in my dreams.

Places that once meant something to me. The location of happy memories, time spent with family and friends. Places that belong in the long ago past, but never leave my subconscious.

In reality, these places have changed, in the immortal words of The Beatles "some forever, not for better." Time has worked its cruel magic and businesses have changed, buildings have been renovated or been torn down, playgrounds have been removed to make way for something else. In many cases, these places leave no lingering trace of what was once there.

But in my dreams they still exist and I can still visit them.

I can still see the sunlight on open water as I dangle my feet off an old wooden dock. I can run my fingers over the dated cocktail placemats and lean back in a wooden chair in an 80s-style dining room. I can feel the stiffness of an ugly old couch and the scratchy wool of the afghan draped over it, its colours offensive to the modern eye. 

In my dreams, these places are as vivid as they ever were. But more importantly they are accompanied by familiar sounds, a treasured voice, a remembered laugh. A face that I can only see in dreams and photographs. 

The people in these dreams are also lost to the passage of time. Some have simply aged, growing into new versions of themselves, while others are lost forever. But in dreams, no one ever ages or dies. The places we loved stay the same and so do the people. 

In dreams, we are all immortal. 

[ruegarding]

that scene in tlo where thalia tells percy he can't start feeling sorry for luke bc luke made his choices. and thalia reveals that the reason they couldn't make it to camp in time for all of them to make it to camp was bc luke kept picking fights. and annabeth never saw this as wrong bc luke was her hero. so thalia had to pick up the pieces. and percy thinking both that luke was put in a cruel position and that luke was putting others in a cruel position. and percy is the only character who understood both sides of luke bc annabeth sees only the best of him and thalia sees only the worst. and that's why percy is the prophecy kid and the one who gives luke the knife. bc annabeth had spent the entire series essentially giving luke the knife when he didn't deserve it. and thalia was never going to give luke the knife. but percy is the only one who can see exactly when luke deserves the knife.

[egophiliac]

(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

[ninyard]

exy fans + Twitter (the Kathy Ferdinand show edition)

[nohomie]

Character intro:

Wally

Extra lore dump below

So yeah, Vampires are special because theyre actually manmade.

Vampires where created centuries ago, long before Human and Mythic agreed to live together peacefully. There were still fights between the two and Humanity was on the losing end. It was due to this that led to some royal family trying to play god and turn themselves into a mythic only for it to cause disaster and destruction.

Fun fact, the term vampire stems from their place of origin, Vamais. While not all vampires come from there, there are few that still exist who once lived in Vamais. You can easily tell if a vampire was once a Vami from their unique facial features (no visible nose and facial hair, not even eyebrows) and striking blue hair.

[camikahayes]

Fiction Friday, Volume 3, Episode 4

Happy Friday everybody! I hope your day goes well, and that you have an awesome weekend!

Welcome to another fabulous Fiction Friday! I guess I’m not sure exactly how fabulous your Friday is, but it’s Friday. Must be pretty good, at least. I hope your week went well, and that you have a wonderful weekend ahead of you. We’ve made it through another week, and we’re coming into February already. I can hardly believe that we’re already a month into 2023! Is it just me or does time seem to…

[aashiyancha]

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It's been some beautiful spring days that made me think of the summer to come. So, I decided to give this game another whirl

Also peak summer moment. I wanted Jeremy to come back just so I could pour another cup on him.

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 82

There existed a figure feared by many—a ruthless villain whose name struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest souls. But behind the facade of cruelty and malice, there lay a past shrouded in unexpected kindness.

"You really care too much, you know," remarked one of the villain's associates, eyeing them suspiciously.

The villain chuckled, a sound that seemed out of place amidst the grim surroundings. "Maybe I do. But it's what sets me apart from the rest."

Their associate shook their head, unable to comprehend the paradoxical nature of their companion. "You're too soft. In this line of work, kindness is a weakness."

But the villain merely shrugged, a glint of defiance in their eyes. "Perhaps. But it's also my strength."

[inkskinned]

sometimes we just need someone to pay enough attention.

for the longest time i had been trying to read The Lord of The Rings. everyone had sung the praises for it, over and over. i'd seen clips of the movie and it seemed like it could be fun, but actually reading it was fucking horrible.

my parents had the omnibus - all the books squished into one big tome - and in the 4th grade i started sort of an annual tradition: i would start trying to read TLR and get frustrated after about a month and put it back down. at first i figured i was just too young for it, and that it would eventually make sense.

but every time i came back to it, i would find myself having the exact same experience: it was confusing, weird, and dry as a fucking bone. i couldn't figure it out. how had everyone else on earth read this book and enjoyed it? how had they made movies out of this thing? it was, like, barely coherent. i would see it on "classics" list and on every fantasy/sci-fi list and everyone said i should read it; but i figured that it was like my opinion of great expectations - just because it's a classic doesn't mean i'm going to like experiencing it.

at 20, i began the process of forcing myself through it. if i had to treat the experience like a self-inflicted textbook, i would - but i was going to read it.

my mom came across me taking notes at our kitchen table. i was on the last few pages of the first book in the omnibus, and i was dreading moving on to the next. she smiled down at me. only you would take notes on creative writing. then she sat down and her brow wrinkled. wait. why are you taking notes on this?

i said the thing i always said - it's boring, and i forget what's happening in it because it's so weird, and dense. and strange.

she nodded a little, and started to stand up. and then sat back down and said - wait, will you show me the book?

i was happy to hand it over, annoyed with the fact i'd barely made a dent in the monster of a thing. she pulled it to herself, pushing her glasses up so she could read the tiny writing. for a moment, she was silent, and then she let out a cackle. she wouldn't stop laughing. oh my god. i cannot wait to tell your father.

i was immediately defensive. okay, maybe i'm stupid but i've been trying to read this since the 4th grade and -

she shook her head. raquel, this is the Silmarillion. you've been reading the Silmarillion, not the lord of the rings.

anyway, it turns out that the hobbit and lord of the rings series are all super good and i understand why they're recommended reading. but good lord (of the rings), i wish somebody had just asked - wait. this kind of thing is right up your alley. you love fantasy. it sounds like something might be wrong. why do you think it's so boring?