#&*' undetermined / arc.

[vuulpecula]

✖ @mistrdctr inquired: 55

spotify wrapped | always accepting ↳ 55. night channels - foxing

Her fault. Her fault. Her fault. He was going to die, and it was all her fault. Hands pressed desperately over his middle, trying to staunch the bleeding that flowed endlessly, Fox tried to save the life that was already slipping away between her fingers. Shredded muscle and sinew twisted with the tattered remains of his robes, weaving together around her incapable digits like a grotesque mockery of a cat’s cradle. Maybe with medical equipment, earthly objects from that life left behind, his life would be spared—but there was nothing. Nothing she could reach for or grab, no one to call, there was nothing she could do. The great Doctor Strange was dying and the world would be lesser for it.

“Please, please,” her arms were shaking as she begged for that tiny spark of something to appear. Concentrating, digging as deep as she could for any shred of healing power or magic or whatever it was. The shaking became worse. The edges around him, laying prone beneath her unlit hands, began to fade. Melting into a darkness she fought to keep back. Blood dripped from her nostrils, a splitting headache brought forth a spasm of pain, and still she tried. Frantic for anything and lacking in everything. There was no fighting the dizziness that sent the world around them spinning, meshing every color together until all she could see was black.

A deep red glow filled the space and from it walked a woman. Spine straight, moving unhurried to kneel beside the dying Strange. “We clung to our warp weighted loom,” she began softly. “By the time we were done, we were woven in. Such constriction from a self-made trap.” It was Fox and it wasn’t. She was different. Perhaps a little older, confident, oozing with the darkness of power, and looking down upon him with the softness of seeing an old friend. A hand, fingers sooty with darkness, rested over his wound. Again, a glow began, pulsing a deep orange where it had once been gold. The pieces of him that had fallen apart began to weave back together once more. Cells healing in a way that seemed wholly impossible.

With her other hand, she pushed the hair back from his brow. “And on these antlers, dry-rot cracks through.” As if he was crowned or meant to be. This Fox, she glanced to the other beside him. Unconscious and incapable. “I left myself too open for you,” she reflected before turning her attention back to him. “So, by now I know what decay is.” There was a sadness in the way she said it, as if all three had been connected in some mysterious way that had led her down the darker path. The corrupted path. Wanda Maximoff was not the only witch tempted by that which she could not have.

“I’ll lay on waves until the night channels end,” Fox stated, as if telling him where she would be. Where he could find the beginning to the end that would not come for him. Not now, at least. She leaned close to him, his body nearly healed completely beneath her hand. “Future love,” she whispered against the shell of his ear. “Don’t fall apart.” As quickly as she had come, she was gone. Disappearing into the fading glow like a figment of a twisted imagination.

[capaciityforpain]

@darklordsofskaro (✬)

It is too familiar. It's more familiar than anything he's seen before, in all of his centuries. It's something that haunts him, waking life and dreams alike, on those rare occasions that he sleeps. He doesn't like to show fear, but he feels it, feels the beating of his hearts increase as he steps back, as he reaches for his sonic, as though it can protect him. "When will you learn," he asks, "that there will be no extermination?"

[universestreasures]

@devildukem Sent:

❝ So this is the future of dueling. I have to admit, I'm pressed on the new mechanics compared to when Pegasus first created the game. ��� (For Reiji, since I see you're vibing with him or you can throw baby Yuya at me )

"Dueling has certainly evolved from Standard Duels, yes. It is why there have been various Duel Schools created to teach individuals how to master the more complex summoning methods."

The term his father coined upon arrival in the Standard Dimension that his son later found in the records are what he uses to describe here. Though, it was interesting to Reiji that while the basic form of dueling from his home world did not involve any summoning mechanics from the Extra Deck, the ones from Ryuji Otogi's world included Fusion Summoning and Ritual Summoning. This fact only adds evidence to his working theory that those from 'Domino City' were from a dimension quite separate from the four he is familiar with.

Should he refer to it as the Domino Dimension, or was another name more appropriate? He isn't quite sure yet.

What the pro duelist was sure of was that it seemed that his father's research on dimensions, as expansive as it is, was incomplete. The world was much bigger than even Reiji realized, meaning the potential for his father's interdimensional war to spread to even more places. Thus, it was important to learn as much about other places as possible, and perhaps...even recruit some allies in this difficult struggle.

"What is of more interest to me is that I have not quite heard of this...Pegasus you referenced. The original distributor of Duel Monsters cards has been...shadowed in mystery where I am from. My company has taken over some distributing rights, including being the only distributor of Pendulum Cards, but whoever created the game is not public knowledge."

[runeshield]

❛ so, what's it like? ❜ she's leaning across the table just a little too far, braced on her elbows with her chin propped in the palms of her hands as she watches @opyre. staring, studying, ever the engineer in her scrutinizing gaze despite the vibrancy behind her eyes. ❛ flying, i mean. being able to go higher than the clouds and all that. do we really look like ants from up there? ❜

[ripmaxine-archive]

@corrodead ( d. henderson ) left an offering :

‘  sometimes u just have to say ‘ tragic ’ and move on .  ’

she  can’t  blame  him  for  laughing .    max  is  sure  it’s  a  comical  sight ,    mouth  slightly  agape  in  shock ,   a  cone  in  her  hand  and  a  fat  scoop  of  cherries  jubilee  on  the  ground .    for  a  moment ,    she  almost  considers  grabbing  it  and  pretending  it  never  hit  the  ground  —-  until  dustin  pipes  up ,    laughter  still  floating  through  his  words .   ‘  i  don’t  want  to  say  tragic  and  move  on ,   i  want  my  ice  cream ,  ’   the  redhead  grouches ,    scowl  etched  into  freckled  features  despite  the  first  instinct  being  to  laugh  along .   ‘  shit .   i  was  really  excited  about  it ,   too !  ’

[shizukateal]

Mom went to see the barbie movie with my two siblings. She liked it a lot, found it extremely funny and related to it, which is good! especially since she didn't have high expectations for it originally. However she also said that the movie applies more to her generation than the current one (she was born in the 70s) because she thinks feminism is more prevalent now and I'm... not sure how to feel about that, chief.

[supegods]

@thcrealheroes asked: what are you hiding? / homelander at stillwell

HER HAND GENTLY PLACED ITSELF ATOP HIS LOWER ARM, giving it a gentle squeeze ' ' believe me, i want to tell you. i do, ' ' she started softly, tenderly, the slightest hint of fear in her voice, because she honestly had no idea how he would react once the truth was out there. but he had started down the road of unveiling secrets, and she knew better than to think he would be satisfied before everything had been unveiled. so, it was better it came from her, than anyone else. still, she needed him to believe the reason she was scared wasn't because of him, but her superiors. that the reason she hadn't told him sooner, was out of fear, not of him, but them. then perhaps there would still be room in his heart to forgive her.

' ' you deserve to know... ' ' lips pressing into a thin line, as if wanting to say it, but forcing herself not to, she shook her head a little. ' ' but... i need you to understand that if i tell you — and i will if you want me to — but... if i do, and vogelbaum finds out about it, then i might not be able to be here for you anymore... ' '

[hillrun]

i took the image of a burning image into my heart. / aesthetic .

cassandra climbs the palace steps unprompted. / character study .

guilt is a woman & she's walking on her knees. / musings.

gods of slaughter‚ i've always been your favorite daughter. / fc.

i'll make a fist. i'll make it count. / arc iii fc .

everywhere she ran‚ she found she was already there. / ic .

in her eyes‚ home has always been burning. / hc .

bad daughter‚ freedom fighter. / arc undetermined .

i still dream about my childhood room. / arc i .

i'm afraid that i'm sisyphus and i will never rest. / arc ii .

i buried a hatchet‚ it's coming up lavender. / arc iii .

it's a cruel summer. / fear street verse .

rip icarus‚ u would have loved redbull / shitposting .

[capaciityforpain]

@ofcompanionship said: ❛ no! what are you doing? you fool! ❜ (👋)

↣ INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM

"I'm doing the right thing," he said, utterly convinced that he was. It was rare that he wasn't certain of himself, of the things he did, and he had a tendency to pretend even when he wasn't. Besides, his general rule tended to be that if the Master thought it was wrong, then he was probably on the right track.

"Stay out of my way." Not a threat, necessarily, but a promise. A promise that he would do what he had to, that he would go through him if he had to, but that he hoped very much that he wouldn't.

[capaciityforpain]

Did he have a type? He supposed he did. He liked people, which didn't mean just anyone, didn't mean people as a whole, but people who were...average. People who were simply people. He liked those who were utterly, wonderfully average. That wasn't so much the point, though. He was being taunted with it, he knew. Of course he did. Everything the Master did was a taunt. "At least I try to keep them safe." He would always try to keep them safe. He doubted that the Master did anything to keep Dylan safe, but perhaps that was too bitter.

Of course he knew that people died. People always died. It was more than that, though. People died, yes, but people died around him. He wasn't sure if it was his fault, or because he was simply drawn to circumstances that were dangerous, but either way he didn't like it. He didn't like it, and he was certain that the Master would always be willing to hold it over him.

He wasn't surprised by the other Time Lord's opinion on traveling with people. Where the Doctor saw friends, he saw baggage. "Don't you get lonely?" he asked, though he was certain he knew the answer. There was no accusation in the question, but only genuine curiosity. He did wonder if the Master felt the things that he did, the things that people felt. He had to, didn't he? He had to feel. Sometimes, though, he wasn't so sure. He hoped he did, but he doubted it, really. Any part of him that had once felt was, he thought, long since died off.

His eyebrows rose as the Master continued. There had been something, he thought. Something had clearly happened. Maybe it was Dylan, or maybe it wasn't, but he doubted he would know. He was surprised that he'd ever thought about anyone's feelings. "You have been busy," he commented lightly. "Are you talking about Dylan? Or was there someone else?" Again, he doubted he'd tell him, but he wanted to know. He was a curious man by nature, and that extended to the Master. He wanted to know about him, and he would take advantage of it while he could. He doubted this would last much longer, after all.

He was right that he was always watching. He was always going to be watching. He might lose track of him now and then, but he would always try, and he would always find him again. No matter what, he would always find him again.

"Am I supposed to trust you? I keep my word, but you have broken yours." How was he supposed to trust him after everything that had happened? After all of the times they had broken one another's trust, after all of the pain that they'd put each other through? He tried, though. He tried to keep his word. He tried, even for him, to be honest.

“Oh, we both have types don’t we? Some you find in the middle of nowhere and others you offer to travel with you. Some refuse and some die. I know, Doctor. You try to keep them safe, but most of the time you can’t. You can’t keep them safe because they want to do things themselves.”

The Master knew that people died - that companions had either died or left. He remembered how brave or rather, foolish Martha Jones was. She left as well, but then again? It was the Master who created that year and it was the Master who pulled the strings. It was a great feat, but was it his greatest? Most likely not.

That would come later, much later.

“I won’t deny that it’s better to travel alone. No one you have to look after or drag away from something they very well shouldn’t get near.” There was a roll of his eyes. “It’s…. extra baggage. Sometimes it’s worth while and other times it is not. Either way?” There was a shrug of his shoulders. “They’re not something you can get rid of easily.”

“They attach to you and suddenly you’re thinking about their feelings.” There was a pause. “Suddenly you’re taking them to the birth of worlds and the signing of important documents. Next they’re telling they’re going back to experience something - even though you told them not to. Then you find out they’ve been involved in so many paradoxes that you don’t understand one thing about them. In the end, you’re stuck with them ans suddenly wonder if they’ve been there the entire damned time. Always there, but I just can’t bloody well remember it!”

It was quite frankly, annoying that The Master was even talking about this, but he knew that it would have to come out eventually. Either one way or another. He just wasn’t expecting to talk about it to the Doctor of all people.

He moved to rub at his temples for a moment. “You’re watching like always. Sometimes, always a step ahead of me. You and that blue box of yours.”

“I give you an option to end this and it’s always about how you don’t trust me. You know what? I don’t trust you either. I don’t trust you further than I can throw you, but … I know that you try to keep your word.”

“Most of the time anyways.”

[runeshield]

she's stealthy as her profession as a ninja requires, not a sound preceding her approach as she moves up behind @blighteds, careful until the very last possible moment to pounce on him - the entirety of her weight threatening to collide against his back in one fell sweep as she attempts to wrap arms around his neck. ❛ got you, cloud! ❜

[ripmaxine-archive]

@kiltparty left an offering :

' this is a real rager . '

' that's ..... not really what they mean when they call themselves the party . ' max's amusement is obvious in the smirk that quirks the corner of her mouth , though she manages to keep any snickers from escaping . ' they don't really do the actual party thing . it's basically another word for group , i guess ? i think it's a d&d thing . '

[thedesignatedheroes]

“Aww....I lost.” She was happy for Azz’s team winning, of course, and for Iruma for making it far into the Heartbreakers Competition, but the fact that her team was eliminated 16 minutes into the competition didn’t help her mood.

[stainedpast]

It is only natural for someone who has lived as long as he did to carry such a sentiment towards a youngling that thinks are already past being called as such. A sigh; he has to play the part anyway, so they are right. ❝ Yeah, yeah. The most alarming stage of their upbringing. ❞ He throws humorously, waving a little as if to dismiss their words. ❝ A mango flavor wrapped in a rainbow roll-up? ❞ His first teen-appropriate suggestion, or so he thinks. ❝ Or a baskin robbin’s banana-split? ❞ These don’t sound too bad even for their age— right?

₊🐜❜ ( @stainedpast said  〉

“ can i get her ice cream? ” -emrys (he’s respectful of the fatherhood like that)

"She's-" an amorous little chuckle escapes him at the sentiment, demeanor softening in appreciation in spite of the complete miss.

"She's one of those teens, you know, she might think you're babying her." he warns Emrys, shrugging thereafter to tack on, however, that: "you sure can try, though. Cassie appreciates a good scoop or two."

[capaciityforpain]

@doctorbrown said: i couldn't agree more.

↣ THE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS MOVIE

"Thank you!" The words are dramatic and excited, but that was because he was excited, and it made him dramatic. No one ever agreed with him, though. Granted, it was usually because no one ever understood what he was talking about. This man, though, he understood him! "I don't know what's so hard for other people to understand about that."

[darksisterk]

If anyone is wondering why we got an entire season of Daemon Targaryen in Luigi’s Mansion (Aka Harrenhal), it’s because in Fire & Blood Daemon disappears for an undetermined amount of time and it’s quite nebulous as to what he was doing….therefore Ryan and Co. had to imagine what he could’ve been up to and thought a haunted, psychedelic arc was the perfect explanation. However, we know they are drawing parallels to Daemon and Aemond, so we better not be surprised when they make Aemond go through Luigi’s Mansion 2.0 in Season 3.