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True love between the Rosalis be like:

"For the last time: I have my shit together. I just forget where I put it!"

"Have you tried up your—"

"AYAYAYAYAY!!! TOO EARLY FOR THIS! TOO EARLY!Also, not in front of my macha bobba! Please and thank you!"

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Dinner and then replies. I promise.

I just had some really bad days. But I'm here.

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"THAT WAS WAY TOO CLOSE" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

are you all right? did you get hurt?

well. we're never trying that again.

that was far too close for comfort.

my life just flashed before my eyes.

i can't believe we survived that.

we won't survive another one of those.

i need a few seconds to breathe.

we got lucky with that one.

are you injured? let me see.

a little warning next time!

we are never doing that again.

tell me when you're ready, and we'll keep moving.

who's not dead? sound off!

[name]? can you hear me? are you all right?

when did that start happening?

just... give me a second.

that can't happen again.

well, that was... unexpected.

i could have used a heads up.

a bit of help would have been nice.

did you know that was going to happen?

i thought we were going to die.

next time you decide to throw yourself into harm's way, bring someone else.

i guess it's time to move.

that was close. too close.

i can't believe we made it out of there alive.

one more step to the left and we would have been dead.

they nearly spotted me.

i hate it when you do things like that.

remind me never to listen to you again.

ugh, everything hurts.

i think i broke something.

i'll be fine. just give me a second.

i thought you said you had this handled.

feel like my heart's about to explode from my chest.

i'm still shaking.

they were looking right at us. how did they not see us?

next time, you're doing that.

you could have told me that was going to happen!

we made it out by the skin of our teeth.

i don't like close calls.

had you just warned me ahead of time, i would have handled that a bit better.

how did they miss us?

i like your hiding spot.

we'd best be moving on then.

enough talk. we need to keep moving.

it's over. we can keep going.

we can't risk that happening again.

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                  enduring things is what you do best.                 gritting your teeth and bearing them.

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@dreadofred

scavengers

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@whxlmedwing

soOO YEAH this whole thing was totally a spur of the moment lol I saw a pic on twitter with a guy in this pose and it was like I got thunderstruck by the gods with the idea

Originally it was supposed to be only the suit ver but oomf hit me with the idea of him wearing the bottom part of starfire’s costume, SO HERE WE ARE

I can safely say it wins my personal contest of fastest art of the year

Also… should.. should I make this a lenticular card? Would you like it? 👀👉🏻👈🏻

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This wall from Gotham Knights is the sole reason I came up with the headcanon that Gotham is located over a whole Isu site.

Does this have any half-baked reasoning behind it besides my need to justify a crossover? Nope. But do I still use it? You betcha fucking soul I do.

The wall is too smooth to be natural. "But it could've been done by the excavator"... Have you ever seen an excavator make smooth cuts like this? I haven't. So yes, to me this is proof that there's a whole Isu site under Gotham City.

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The moment of regret can be felt from miles away. The next thing this mafia guy knows is that he woke up in Blackgate's hospital with a broken nose and absolutely no idea of what's his own name.

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Just need to type the replies down... I have all of them written in my notebook, for both of my blogs @-@ gimme strength to get through these.

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Send 📼 to see an early childhood memory of my muse’s

If you can’t see the symbol, send ‘cassette’!

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Red Hood made it too easy to play, but then, who was Corvus to resist subjecting him to a small tease here and there? "A bunch of kisses from you to begin with, a couple of laughter and smiles too... and maybe, just maybe, the schematics and system core of that engine you've been looking into for like a month now?" Yes, he totally stuck his nose in that business just because he was that bored lately, or just working overtime in order to distract himself from the fact that his ex was in the city and came by every other night when Hood wasn't around him.

Still, the blond stretched himself over Hood's shoulder like a cat and with a sly gesture of his hand had the slim card where all that information was store in appear between his index and middle fingers in front of Hood.

"It's easier to get this kind of stuff when you can get to the source." Corvus pulled back right before Hood could reach for the small object and continued to lazily stretch himself, feeling a little playful, but up to stop at any moment if that wasn't Hood's current mood. "What? Did you really think this birdie here was slacking on the job just because I disappeared for a couple of nights?" He smirked. "I'm a very hard-working corvid, I'll let you know."

"i am an exceptional thief."

“Is that fucking so? And what was the last thing you stole from someone? Pickpocketing does not count. I am talking museum big."

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ASSASSIN’S CREED (2007)

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The commentary about participating in an orgy had Bacchus' cheeks taking on deep shades of red and he lowered his head to hide it some with his hair and bangs, for he'd been isolated for most of his life until the day he escaped his jailers, kept in darkness, deep in caves, chained to walls or tied by rough ropes to be used as they desired, either as a seer or a healer he was a tool to them; thus, that sort of activity was one he only heard of and, given his conditions in life, one he figured would never be part of his experiences.

"Eyes of different colors are commonly believed to be a sign that one is inhabited by a daemon sent by the gods to punish them." Not an explanation Bacchus thought he needed to give Alexios, but then, he didn't know the man, so he did it. "In my case, I fear the common wisdom might have an inkling of truth to it." Since they walked by the main building, Bacchus left his basket by the side of the backdoor and followed Alexios down the path that he indicated to the river. "I'm gifted in the arts of healing, but to apply my balms and oils I must touch another person and in coming in contact with them, I see what was and what might become of them. Discernment shows me what's most probable given their patterns of decision making and so... foresight comes to me."

Same explanation he gave so many times, and the same that gave him scars on his back, ankles and wrists; all covered by his chiton, anklets and bracelets right now, but that were there as reminders of the cruelty of those who raised him. It wasn't a perfect view of the future, that could be changed, but in speaking of it, most people somehow focused so much in avoiding their possible fates that ended up falling right into what the priest described to them.

"I never intend for those who seek my guidance to hurt themselves. But I can't stop them from deciding their own paths." His fidgeting with the end of the piece wrapped around his neck gave away how honest he was when speaking of that. "Hence the rumors that I bring misfortune — that and the whole shock some have when they find out I'm a man; can't count in my hands how many get surprised by this." The last part was brought up to lighten his own mood and Bacchus chuckled while remembering the surprise on the faces of some who were brave enough to visit he.

The meadow where the river was located was indeed serene and beautiful, the river had a slow flow of crystal clear water, the white ruins from the old temple reached up from the tall grass to the sky a little to the back, and the folliage of he trees gave a good coverage from prying eyes. Like the priest said, some amphoras and vases were placed by the side of the river near a fallen pillar, and he even engineered a bucket that was hung from a tree branch to keep his cleaning products safe from most wild animals. A little piece of a peaceful paradise.

"See? Not far away at all." His smile was bright as he lowered the bucket and handed a small vial to Alexios. "Here. This is for the hair. Just massage it in and all the gunk from sweat and sea salt comes out." Then a block of hardened fat that smelled like marigold and olive oil. "And this is for the body." Little things that showed his proficience with herbs, leaves and medicine, a display of care with one's body that wasn't all that common in the big cities, much less in remote locations like this. "It'll help you wash off better. Just rub on yourself with this piece of cloth and you'll good as new."

"I think so. I don't know who named me, but the explanation has always been that I smell of grapes." He did indeed, it was faint in open spaces, but it was there, his skin sweet as could be regardless of how clearly there was nothing to bring that scent out at all. "I guess I reminded the person of the Bacchanalia festivities." He chuckled and shrugged, too used to being an outsider to truly mind the small things that so clearly pointed to his alien nature to the rest of society.

Once he showed the place to Alexios, Bacchus stepped outside the room to give him time and privacy to look around and find out if something more was necessary to make his stay comfortable.

"There's a bathhouse down the hill in the city if you're willing to walk down there. And a small river that runs by the side of the temple, just a small walk down the path, you need only follow the white rocks." He instructed. "It'll lead you to some destroyed ruins of the old temple — the one that this was built to replace, — I placed some vases and amphoras there for use, since I'm not allowed in the bathhouse. You can use it too if you want." He raised his head from looking at the basket of herbs he'd been carrying. "Just don't go there at night. I do bathe there at night once my duties are fulfilled." A small request for privacy, but also, Bacchus could do nothing if Alexios decided to be curious and spy, so it was all his choice.

"Might I ask... what was it that others told you about my conditions?" The priest asked softly, not wanting to pry, but knowing the two kinds of line of thought the locals had, he felt the need to be aware of what they told the man. Some believed the priest cursed by the gods, thought of him as an anomaly because of his eyes, but were not aware of the rest of his conditions, that group would often say he was just cursed with bad luck; meanwhile, the other rumors he knew of often described him as a walking disease that being touched by him lead to death and misfortune, that he was a daemon sent by the gods to punish those who defiled the temple. "I'm curious."

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"I think so. I don't know who named me, but the explanation has always been that I smell of grapes." He did indeed, it was faint in open spaces, but it was there, his skin sweet as could be regardless of how clearly there was nothing to bring that scent out at all. "I guess I reminded the person of the Bacchanalia festivities." He chuckled and shrugged, too used to being an outsider to truly mind the small things that so clearly pointed to his alien nature to the rest of society.

Once he showed the place to Alexios, Bacchus stepped outside the room to give him time and privacy to look around and find out if something more was necessary to make his stay comfortable.

"There's a bathhouse down the hill in the city if you're willing to walk down there. And a small river that runs by the side of the temple, just a small walk down the path, you need only follow the white rocks." He instructed. "It'll lead you to some destroyed ruins of the old temple — the one that this was built to replace, — I placed some vases and amphoras there for use, since I'm not allowed in the bathhouse. You can use it too if you want." He raised his head from looking at the basket of herbs he'd been carrying. "Just don't go there at night. I do bathe there at night once my duties are fulfilled." A small request for privacy, but also, Bacchus could do nothing if Alexios decided to be curious and spy, so it was all his choice.

"Might I ask... what was it that others told you about my conditions?" The priest asked softly, not wanting to pry, but knowing the two kinds of line of thought the locals had, he felt the need to be aware of what they told the man. Some believed the priest cursed by the gods, thought of him as an anomaly because of his eyes, but were not aware of the rest of his conditions, that group would often say he was just cursed with bad luck; meanwhile, the other rumors he knew of often described him as a walking disease that being touched by him lead to death and misfortune, that he was a daemon sent by the gods to punish those who defiled the temple. "I'm curious."

A gentle and inviting smile forms on his lips once the warrior introduced himself, then he gestures to the small temple he tends to in an invitation for the man to relax.

"Refuge you have within these walls, but of you I ask nothing." Those green and blue eyes turn their focus back to Alexios, completely unafraid of him despite their clear difference in build. "I'm named Bacchus, and all who come with their weapons sheathed are welcome here." No matter if the person is exhiled, poor, rich, lost, or wounded, he's never turned those who come to him for refuge back. "Just, please, no kneeling. We speak as equals."

"Now, come. I'll show you to where you can rest and refresh yourself." So polite. Casual, but polite, a certified way to make most people in all Greece to feel safe and welcome when in his presence — not that Bacchus needs to be, who would be afraid of a man of his size and structure?

He takes Alexios down a small beaten path by the side of the main building and to the back where there is a small patio and another two smaller buildings, one that was clearly the warehouse where food was stocked, and the other where the man himself should live all alone, since it was visible that there was no one else in the perimeter. A priest isolated from the world because of his curse, but still willing to help those who were brave to come for his help.

"It's not much, but I hope you find imyour stay comfortable." He pulls the curtain that serves as a divider for privacy to the side to show a small room with good airflow, a cot that's comfortable just from the looks of it, a small table and bench to sit on and a couple of amphoras filled with drinkable water; by the window there are a couple of vases with herbs marigold and eucaliptus to keep insects away. "Do you need anything? If you're hurt, I can tend to your wound." He, unfortunately, can't offer food right now, but that can be remedied by the fruits on the bowl over the table.

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A gentle and inviting smile forms on his lips once the warrior introduced himself, then he gestures to the small temple he tends to in an invitation for the man to relax.

"Refuge you have within these walls, but of you I ask nothing." Those green and blue eyes turn their focus back to Alexios, completely unafraid of him despite their clear difference in build. "I'm named Bacchus, and all who come with their weapons sheathed are welcome here." No matter if the person is exhiled, poor, rich, lost, or wounded, he's never turned those who come to him for refuge back. "Just, please, no kneeling. We speak as equals."

"Now, come. I'll show you to where you can rest and refresh yourself." So polite. Casual, but polite, a certified way to make most people in all Greece to feel safe and welcome when in his presence — not that Bacchus needs to be, who would be afraid of a man of his size and structure?

He takes Alexios down a small beaten path by the side of the main building and to the back where there is a small patio and another two smaller buildings, one that was clearly the warehouse where food was stocked, and the other where the man himself should live all alone, since it was visible that there was no one else in the perimeter. A priest isolated from the world because of his curse, but still willing to help those who were brave to come for his help.

"It's not much, but I hope you find imyour stay comfortable." He pulls the curtain that serves as a divider for privacy to the side to show a small room with good airflow, a cot that's comfortable just from the looks of it, a small table and bench to sit on and a couple of amphoras filled with drinkable water; by the window there are a couple of vases with herbs marigold and eucaliptus to keep insects away. "Do you need anything? If you're hurt, I can tend to your wound." He, unfortunately, can't offer food right now, but that can be remedied by the fruits on the bowl over the table.

The warrior was surprised by the sight of this beautiful and delicate man that his breath caught in his throat and it took him a moment to find his words again. "I heard of a seer and healer who was unable to cure themselves and I wished to help." Alexios answered as he approached the other and knelt before him respectfully.

"I am Alexios of Sparta known across Greece as the Eagle Bearer, a great warrior indeed but a weary one." He lifts his gaze up. "I simply seek refuge in your temple and in return I can help you."