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[apostlearcana]

Status update:

Still a cool person who writes amazingly!!!!!!!

thank u, anon. I don't feel very cool lately with personal stuff that makes me an exhausted lady, but- i have a bit of the writing you think is amazing. i hope you enjoy it. ♥️

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He was going to die. There was no other way to say it: Zenkichi Hasegawa- or more aptly, Wolf- was going to fucking die in the Metaverse without even knowing how he ended up here in the first place. The kids were back in the real world, frantically working to find a way in, and he was surrounded by Shadows on all sides. A wave of creatures came for him, and the only logical thing he could think of doing was running.

So he did.

He ran, zweihander in hand and blood trickling from his open wounds he had endured from the constant swath of enemies. If Oracle was down here with him, she’d be screaming for someone to heal him. Wolf closed his eyes, trying to focus his thoughts and calm himself; even so, panic ripped through any semblance of logic, and in such panic, a familiar burst of energy came to life. It ticked away at his life force, yet carried him away faster as he leapt forward and scanned the fork in the road frantically; it was left or right.

“Dammit… what’s taking them so long…?!”

Where were those kids? He was almost praying to hear that stupid nickname sail over the oncoming hoard of Shadows from Sakamoto, gritting his teeth.

Left it was.

Wolf hissed and ran down the corridor, finding the floor plan littered with corners every six yards. Take a sharp turn, go another several feet, and another turn. One of the corners was a dead end. He turned around and held his blade tightly before swinging at the few Shadows that had kept on his tail; a red burst of energy flew forward, Wolf ignoring the blood dripping from his mask and down his face as he rushed through the split path of Shadows.

“Where are those damn kids…?!”

Just as he spoke, it was as if his body could answer with one grim statement: they are not coming for you.

Wolf tripped over himself, rolling over himself and skidding on the concrete before he crashed into the wall with a dust cloud hanging over the space. He coughed harshly, squinting in the haze before seeing the group of Shadows beginning to advance.

Dead end.

Wolf grabbed his blade; he pushed himself to a sitting position, eyes wide behind the mask as he pulled up the blade defensively. Cornered, so very much like a wounded animal that stared down at the ones about to eat him alive. The barest rumble was felt in the back of his head- Valjean, undoubtedly. And yet, Wolf knew.

He already knew he was going to die.

There was not a chance in Hell that Living Dead was going to be able to activate again in time. He was going to die. Die.

He had given it everything he had, and even with his newfound strength and vigor, Wolf was wounded beyond repair. He wasn’t going to make it out.

Even with Fury still on and running, he had tried to give it all he had.

Fuck.

How useless was he really? How often had he tried to hide the bloodlust, the need to rip and tear through the Shadows to feel something again in his life? How scared was he to tell those kids of his that he was happy the Metaverse was back, only for it to leave him to die? How many times had he (successfully) hid away that the smell of the blood made his own race? How badly did he want to fight? How much did he want to let loose, but was afraid to be cast aside? Seen as the monster he really was?

Even with his blade on the ground, Wolf could feel his eyes fluttering shut. He couldn’t get up. He couldn’t stand up, the Shadows moving closer and their sick squelches on the floor the sound of them moving through a pool of his blood.

[heresylog]

I don’t care if you make fun of Catholicism as long as it’s accurate! The best humour has its roots in the truth.

[unforth]

Y'all I know that when so-called AI generates ridiculous results it's hilarious and I find it as funny as the next guy but I NEED y'all to remember that every single time an AI answer is generated it uses 5x as much energy as a conventional websearch and burns through 10 ml of water. FOR EVERY ANSWER. Each big llm is equal to 300,000 kiligrams of carbon dioxide emissions.

LLMs are killing the environment, and when we generate answers for the lolz we're still contributing to it.

Stop using it. Stop using it for a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. We need to kill it.

Sources:

[willgrahamscock]

Hey are you offended by the word bitch? I'm going to send you a hate anon, but I saw that you go by she/her and I respect women

don't let anything stop u from being a hater king

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[wishfulsketching]

I know you’re probably super busy but I HAVE to share this with someone. I found this absolutely insane shirt at my job (thrift store) and it’s been killing me to imagine Silco in it

You can't drop something like this to my askbox and not expect me to draw something

Moms usually drop the kids off to their playdate, time for the dads to meet.

[idcaboutart]

all that remained were fields of dreamless solitude

only you can show me this

[lakecountylibrary]

LIBRARY WRAPPED

You checked out... probably some stuff? Thanks for doing that :)

Used our wifi maybe? For something?

Look we actually don't know what genres you read or how many times you renewed Gender Queer.

We don't want to know.

Our gift to you is privacy.

Take it.

Be free.

[lesamis]

are you a Byron or Wilde apologist?

concerned citizens from 1895 are messaging me

[fox-bright]

hi any life advice for 21yo

Don't date thirty-year-olds until you are at least 25.

Having a glass of water for every glass of alcohol will give you a 50% reduction in hangover viciousness.

Bad people will use your willingness to be quiet as a weapon against you. If someone's being awful to you and trusting you'll be quiet to keep from making waves, surprise them.

There is no physical object in the world that is worth as much as your honor.

Honor is not the same as dignity. Retaining one sometimes means leaving the other aside.

Don't have any sex you don't want to have; have as much as you want of the sex that you do, whether that's a lot, a little, or none at all. Nothing you can do to your own body is immoral, unless you're doing it as an act of self-punishment.

Food is morally neutral. You do not have to earn the right to eat calories. Fat and sugar keep your brain from eating itself.

Learning to sit still and breathe--in, in, in, hold, hold, hold, out, out, out, out, out, out--can give you five feet of clear space around yourself in a maelstrom.

Find out how to make three good meals: A comfort meal you can make for just yourself relatively easily, a fancy meal you can use to wow a date, and a meal you can feed a bunch of people. All the other cooking can come later, but you can build a community on those three meals.

If you ever get to the point that things are so bleak you can see no other way forward but to die, make any other choice. If that means leaving everything you own and being a beach bum, or quitting your career, or taking up or leaving a religion, or deciding to bicycle across the country, so be it; living means more chances, dying means everything stops and you don't get to see any more interesting things. As you have not yet seen all the things that can interest you, it is better to live.

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[apostlearcana]

I wasn't aboard the KonoZen train before but in my current re-obsession i can see the appeal. Also a guy with valjean's mask and a guy with and a guy with an unflexibile sense of justice who desperatly tries to escape his past? it just fits.

people can say it's enemies to lovers, but honestly just the idea of zenkichi and konoe with half old man jokes and half genuine love for each other makes me soft, and i'm glad you can see the vision too. 🥹

[v171]

The only example of straight oppression is the fact that Amsterdam for straight people is associated with the red light district where generally straight men can pay for sex with beautiful European women. However, for gay people, Amsterdam has a legal gay cruising, clothing optional section of a park where gay men can have sex for free in public.

[jackalspine]

@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

[willgrahamscock]

I noticed you haven’t been online in 10 hours, is therapy finally working?

this websites hate mail game is ruthless