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this is a call out to authors whether it be fanfiction or not

so I'm writing a narrative piece for my English paper and iv started to get an idea for it

I wanna go for an unsolved murder mystery centered around the Detective. The victim was brutal murdered and in their hand a clock frozen @ 10:20. And all the clocks around keep looping back to that eact time and each time someone is near a clock when it is exactly 10:20 they die final destination style.

This is where I need help ,I'm unsure how to pull 0f the thriller gory part or the Detective stuff . Iv read a few books to help but it's still not working to the narrative of my story .

So far I'm only happy with one part of it that being this : Eleanor swallowed, her breath shallow.

She was alone.

No footsteps. No killer. No hands on her throat.

Just death.

A whispering sound filled the air.

Not a voice. Not a presence.

The ticking of a clock.

Her heartbeat thumped against her ribs.

She looked down.

James’ pocket watch had somehow made its way to the floor at her feet. The hands were still frozen.

10:20 PM.

Her vision blurred. Her body ached. Her chest tightened—

No air.

She fell to her knees, her hands clutching her throat as her lungs seized.

It wasn’t a person.

It was —

poison.

Her last thought before darkness swallowed her whole:

No one will ever know.

The clock chimed once more.

10:20 PM.

And then—

Silence.

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help I saw this and now I can't stop thinking about it

cuz yes but no

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Poseidon, god of the sea, had fought countless battles, but nothing in his immortal existence had prepared him for this.

DreamXD, the cosmic enigma wrapped in divine energy, stood atop a cliff overlooking the churning ocean, his flowing emerald cloak billowing dramatically despite the lack of wind. Six massive, otherworldly pairs of wings—shimmering with celestial light—spread from his back, their sheer presence warping the space around them. His many eyes of ender, dark and endless like the void, flickered as he surveyed the chaos below.

Poseidon stood beside him, arms crossed, watching as his husband lifted both arms in grand declaration.

"Behold, my love!" DreamXD’s voice rang out, vast and unknowable. "Our children!

"Poseidon exhaled through his nose, gripping his trident tighter as he looked at the utter disaster unfolding below. Daydream (21) was currently cowering behind a rock, his usually wild grin replaced with a nervous grimace. Above him, Drista (14) hovered ominously in a perfect T-pose, her glowing red eyes locked onto her older brother. The air around her shimmered with barely contained power, vibrating with an energy that made even him uneasy.

DreamXD sighed, pleased. "Aren’t they magnificent?"

Poseidon pinched the bridge of his nose. "No."

"Yes they are," DreamXD corrected fondly.

Daydream peeked out from behind the rock. "Hey, uh—Dad? Fish guy ? A little help here? She’s doing the thing again."

"SILENCE, PEASANT," Drista intoned, her voice layered with eldritch echoes. The sky above them darkened ominously as random blocks appear around her.

Drista suddenly materialized next to Poseidon, holding up a dented metal fork. "Hey, Fish man. Your big, fancy fork ,looks kinda like mine."

Poseidon looked at the clearly mundane piece of cutlery. Then at his divine weapon, crafted by the hands of the Cyclopes themselves.

DreamXD seeing his doubt nods sagely. "Her fork is far more dangerous."

Poseidon turned to him in pure offense. "My trident controls the seas! It can summon storms that will tear apart entire continents!"

"Yeah," Daydream agreed standing behind XD's leg in an attemptto hid from his sister and her cursed fork. "But have you ever seen what Drista can do with a utensil?"

Both gods looked at Drista.

She grinned.

Daydream wheezed.

A kingdom burned in the distance.

Poseidon sighed in defeat, pressing a hand to his face. He had fought mortal, titan, giants, and monsters. But this—being DreamXD’s husband—was his greatest battle yet.

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but big thankx to these two wonderfull people for inspiring this complete joke of a crack ship fic.

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I was bored ( I'm sick at home) so I decided to pierce my own ears.Problem is my school doesn't allow that, so we will see Monday if I get detention or expelled :)

I should not be bored as I have a tonne of homework and class work I need to do and several fics to update/ start but here I am with blood allover my shirt cuz I thought it would be a good idea to stick needles in my ears

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I am discussed .I'm apuled.i dedicated my life to family and this is the thankx i get??????!!

my little sister is a FREAK.

So context I'm a huge solarball fan and lately she's been watching the videos, simping over characters and making drawing yah know like a normal 10 year old does . Today she comes up to me wanting me to write some fanfics on her opt ,me not knowing anybetter inquires what that ship may be . Thinking it's probably vars or tuna. BUT NO. THIS LITTLE FREAK IS OUT HERE SHIPING PLANET X AND PROTEUS. LIKE GURL THAT IS A CHILD!! 💀💀💀

I am disowning here she isn't my sister no more.i don't know her ,who even is she? Can I have a vote to formally bann her from the fandom. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Single teen dad drew (driam fanfic)

Built From Love..

Drew didn’t get people. Never had.

They lied when they didn’t need to. Smiled when they were upset. Said everything was “fine” when it clearly wasn’t. It was exhausting, confusing, and honestly? Annoying.

So, he didn’t bother.

Except with Liam. And Henry.

They were the only people who stuck around long enough to understand him.

When he got blunt to the point of rudeness— “That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard, Henry.”—they didn’t get mad. They laughed. When he hyper-focused on his campaign for student body president, forgetting to eat, Liam shoved a sandwich in his face without saying a word.

Drew didn’t do people. But he did them.

And now, with Meg and Matt in the picture, he was doing his best. Which, apparently, wasn’t enough.

“Meg, stop licking the wall.”

“I’m seeing if it tastes like rainbows!”

Drew pinched the bridge of his nose. “It doesn’t.”

Matt tugged at his sleeve, wide-eyed. “What if it does, though?”

Before Drew could argue, the front door opened without so much as a knock. Liam. Drew didn’t need to look—he knew the sound of Liam’s footsteps by heart.

“Hey, chaos crew,” Liam greeted, grinning as Meg immediately launched herself at him. “How’s the wall taste, Megs?”

“Like disappointment,” Drew deadpanned.

Liam chuckled, ruffling Matt’s hair with one hand while holding up a vanilla tea with the other. “Here. Figured you’d forget breakfast. Again.”

Drew stared at the cup before taking it with a soft, muttered, “Thanks.”

He hated how easily Liam knew him.

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“Drew, you can’t just tell the principal their policy is ‘idiotic and archaic.’”

“But it is.”

Liam groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but maybe lead with something a little... softer?”

Drew narrowed his eyes. “Why? Being honest isn’t a crime.”

“No, but it makes people less likely to listen to you.”

Drew’s jaw clenched. “So, I should just lie?”

“No! Just... read the room?”

Drew’s fists curled. “I *can’t,* Liam!” His voice sharpened, brittle with frustration. “I don’t get people. I never have. I don’t know what you want from me!”

Silence.

Then Liam’s voice, soft and steady: “I don’t want you to be anything but you.”

Drew froze, the anger in his chest twisting into something raw and unfamiliar.

“Drew,” Liam continued, stepping closer, “I’ve known you since you called our science teacher a ‘sentient waste of oxygen’ in seventh grade. I get you. You don’t have to... perform with me.”

Drew’s throat felt tight.

“You’re the only person who doesn’t think I’m... too much.”

Liam smiled softly. “You’re not too much. You’re just... Drew. And that’s enough.”

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Their first kiss wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t soft. It was awkward—Drew bumped Liam’s nose, and Liam laughed against his lips. “Wow,” Liam teased. “That was... something.”

Drew scowled, his face burning. “Shut up. I’m new at this.”

Liam grinned. “Good. So am I.”

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Meg and Matt didn’t even blink when Liam started staying for breakfast. When they asked if he was “Dad 2,” Drew, cheeks red, grumbled, “He’s Liam.”

Liam, grinning ear to ear, said, “You can call me whatever you want, but I like ‘Dad 2.’”

Drew’s face was on fire. “I hate you.”

Liam just smiled. “No, you don’t.”

Drew sighed. “No. I don’t.”

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here you go sweet pea

Since haily had her hair down,so does your oc

Can anyone who takes art requests redraw these screenshots but replace Hailey with my oc instead

My oc here and this patch on their vest

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@dranderyaoi a gift for you

Collage au

Drew had never liked Zander. Maybe it was the way he walked into every room like he owned the place, or how he always had a sharp retort waiting for Drew’s every word. Zander was smug, infuriating, and far too charming for his own good. Drew had decided early on that he hated him, even if his heart had the audacity to skip a beat whenever Zander laughed.

Their feud had been legendary at campus. Dorm pranks, snide remarks, and a heated argument that had everyone gossiping for weeks. But something shifted the day Zander stood up for Drew during a particularly grueling lecture. Drew wasn’t used to anyone having his back, let alone Zander.

Later that evening, Drew found himself awkwardly muttering a "thanks" over drinks. One drink turned into three, and by the end of the night, Drew realized something horrifying — he didn’t hate Zander as much as he thought.

Their first official date was Drew’s idea, though he tried to play it cool. He picked the ocean at sunset, thinking Zander would appreciate the dramatic scenery. He did. They sat on a blanket, the waves crashing nearby, their conversation soft and unguarded.

"I didn't think you'd be the romantic type," Zander teased, nudging Drew with his shoulder.

"I'm not," Drew grumbled. "This is just... convenient."

"Right. Convenient," Zander laughed, clearly not buying it.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Drew found himself leaning in, heart racing as he kissed Zander for the first time. It was salty and sweet, with the promise of something deeper.

Before they knew it they were a year into their relationship, and Drew was happy — mostly. Except for one thing.

“Zander,” Drew called from the kitchen, glaring at the sink filled with clean but unpacked dishes. “Why do you never put these away? It’s like you think they magically teleport into the cupboards.”

Zander appeared in the doorway, grinning sheepishly. “I figured you liked doing it. You’re so meticulous about where everything goes.”

“I do not like doing it,” Drew huffed.

“Hmm,” Zander said thoughtfully, wrapping his arms around Drew’s waist. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”

Drew tried to stay mad, but Zander’s warm breath against his neck made it difficult. “You’re impossible.”

“You love me for it,” Zander teased.

“Debatable,” Drew muttered, though his smile betrayed him.

“Tell you what,” Zander offered, pulling back slightly. “I’ll put the dishes away if you take me back to the ocean this weekend.”

Drew sighed dramatically. “Fine. But you’re packing a picnic this time.”

“Deal,” Zander agreed, pressing a quick kiss to Drew’s lips.

And just like that, Drew knew he was doomed — forever wrapped around Zander’s little finger. But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

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sorry for replying late to DMs I fell asleep. Also if you’re free can you dm me back. I am worried about you

like I said before, you don't have to worry about me sweet pea .I'm perfectly fine

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Hiii could you please redraw these screenshots and replace Hailey with my oc

My oc on the bottom

Sorry hun I can't, iv got school assignments to do

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@analiamilabloom

here ya go!! All done

Sorry about the white around it ,my ibis paint likes to be faulty

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Here ya go :)

You stopped answering in DMs. Where did you go also here I tried to make my oc but it’s hard to make them accurate to the drawing I sent you because it doesn’t have their hairstyle, headbands or body type please dm me

Oh shit. I remake it already. Lemme do that 😎🙏

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By Feather and Blade (pjoxdc crackfic idea)

Summary: Thirteen-year-old newly adopted ward of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, aka the Talon of the Court of Owls, is a lethal living weapon with a mysterious past. But when Wayne Enterprises hires Annabeth Chase as Bruce's new assistant, the young assassin becomes inexplicably attached to her, trailing her like a loyal duckling. Bruce is baffled. Percy finds it adorable. Dick isn't sure whether to attack Percy or accept his offerings of blue cookies.

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Dick Grayson stood awkwardly in the Wayne Enterprises hallway, staring at Annabeth Chase with wide, unblinking eyes.

Annabeth, unfazed by Gotham's nonsense, glanced up from her tablet. "Can I help you, kid?"

Dick blinked once. Twice. His voice came out a little hoarse and curious. "..Owl?"

Her response—casual, resigned, and absolutely cryptic: "uhh...Yeah."

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Should i make this into a series or leave it as a promtp????

(future au) godlike ladybug/chatnori X Eldredge batfam

Six years. Six long years of battles, heartbreak, and emotional devastation. But now, at last, Hawkmoth was no more. Paris could finally breathe again, though the scars of Akumatizations lingered in the minds of its people. Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste, wielders of the miraculous powers of Creation and Destruction, were no longer just heroes. They were legends, practically deities in their own right.

And the world had finally noticed.

The Justice League certainly had.

Realizing the horrors Paris had endured while the rest of the world turned a blind eye, the League decided it was time to step in — far too late, of course. To avoid a diplomatic catastrophe, they sent Gotham's best: Nightwing, Red Hood, Robin, Red Robin, and, of course, the Bat himself. Gotham's own eldritch-blooded children, touched by their city's dark love, were no strangers to madness or chaos.

Marinette leaned casually against the balcony railing, staring out at the Paris skyline as Nightwing approached her. "You ever get tired of pretending everything's fine?" she asked suddenly, not looking at him.

Nightwing blinked, surprised. "Wow, straight to the deep stuff, huh?" he joked lightly, though there was a seriousness beneath his tone. "But yeah... I guess I do. Comes with the job, right? Always smiling so no one sees the cracks."

A bitter smile curved Marinette’s lips. "Exactly. But sometimes I think... maybe I should stop pretending. Let them see the cracks. Let them understand."

"Wouldn't change anything," Adrien’s voice cut in smoothly as he joined them, his golden hair glinting under the moonlight. "People see what they want to see. The perfect hero. The flawless leader. But show them your pain, and they'll just call you weak or unstable."

Nightwing tilted his head thoughtfully. "Sounds like you’ve been reading from the Gotham playbook."

Marinette snorted. "Maybe Gotham and Paris have more in common than I thought."

"You’d get along with Gotham," Nightwing offered with a grin. "She loves her disasters."

Adrien raised an eyebrow. "Gotham’s sentient?"

"More like eldritch and possessive," Nightwing admitted cheerfully. "She’s claimed all of us. There’s no escape."

Marinette hummed. "Sounds like Tikki."

Nightwing frowned. "Who’s Tikki?"

Adrien and Marinette exchanged a glance, their eyes shimmering with ancient power. "Just a god of creation," Marinette said nonchalantly.

There was a beat of silence before Nightwing laughed. "Of course."

"Clingy godlike beings, smiling masks, and emotional repression," Marinette mused. "Sounds like a great foundation for friendship."

Nightwing grinned. "You know what? I think we’re gonna get along just fine."