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@lgolas sent: what was your plan ?? you could’ve gotten yourself killed ! ► from dire situations
As Sam slips into the passenger's seat and belts himself in, he offers, "The plan didn't involve me dying, if you'll believe it."
And as far as operations go, it could've been worse. But Sam had emerged out of the one-story building relatively unharmed, even if he couldn't say the same for the goons he fought inside.
"All the info should be on this drive," he says, holding a flash drive up before stuffing it into his pocket. He's still panting from the running, and he leans his head against the the backrest with his eyes closed.
"It's fine. We're fine, Legolas."
He should probably stop saying they're fine for it to sound more believable, though.
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·⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝟎𝟎𝟖. pumpkin beer ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀rita's ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀open; 이재 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#SHH_Ritas
⠀⠀⠀Cordelia, como cada semana, atravesó el umbral de Rita's con pasos apresurados pero llenos de emoción. La brisa nocturna jugueteaba con sus cabellos castaños mientras ingresaba a la misteriosa taberna. El ambiente en el interior la envolvió de inmediato, con las luces lanzando destellos dorados sobre las mesas de madera gastada y el murmullo de conversaciones que llenaba el aire.
⠀⠀⠀La taberna, en esta temporada de casi otoño, se sentía aún más acogedora gracias al fuego que encendían durante las noches más frías. Las tenues luces parpadeaban en las paredes, creando una atmósfera mágica que invitaba a perderse en el encanto de Rita's.
⠀⠀⠀Cordelia se dirigió a su mesa de costumbre, en una esquina apartada de la taberna, y se sentó con una sonrisa en los labios. Mientras esperaba a que alguien de su círculo cercano se uniera a ella, su mirada se deslizó por las copas de cerveza de calabaza que adornaban las mesas cercanas. Estaba ansiosa por probar una vez más aquella creación y compartir esa experiencia con amigos que comprendían y valoraban el encanto de Rita's en noches como esa.
⠀⠀⠀Tras solicitar un par de cervezas de calabaza, Cordelia sacó su teléfono móvil con la intención de enviar un mensaje a Ze'Ev. Sin embargo, experimentó una mezcla de frustración y diversión al darse cuenta de que sus mensajes no llegaban a su destinatario. Se planteó dos posibles escenarios: en el primero, Ze'Ev había extraviado su nuevo teléfono, y en el segundo, el antiguo ilyrio demostraba ser precisamente eso: anticuado y terco para adaptarse a las tecnologías del siglo XXI. De cualquier manera, estaba segura de que si Ze'Ev tenía la intención de unirse a la diversión, de alguna manera aparecería en el momento más oportuno. La tecnología podía ser un misterio para él, pero la magia y la sorpresa siempre parecían acompañarlo. Por el momento, Cordelia estaba decidida a espear un poco, y disfrutar de la noche en compañía de su cerveza de calabaza favorita, una bebida que, se podría decir, esperaba con ansias durante casi todo el año.
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* lore for valeria.
you are a creation of the fates. one of many puppets made to satisfy their need for control. you are created with the "perfect" soulmate in mind and you are to spend the first half of your life searching out the one carved out for you. but, once you meet them, you can't imagine losing your immortality and your abilities in exchange for someone like them.
maybe you're defective. maybe you're simply rebellious. or, you're ungrateful. after all, the fates know what they're doing, don't they? or, is this some venture into trial and error to find what pairs fit and which pairs don't? you've heard it happen before.
soulmates separate and find someone else to fall in love with. someone they truly love and not only some predesigned other half.
you can't believe it when it happens to you.
you see him, just a glimpse of him amongst a crowd of many faces. something draws you. stronger than what binds you and your current soulmate, and something darker, too.
he understands you in a way that no one has in your hundred or so years of life. and, it's not long after your meeting that you both decide to kill your respective soulmates.
what results is chaos. an unbridled, mad chaos that unleashes within yourself and the world around you. whenever you're together long enough, disaster is soon to follow. world catastrophes that no one can stop, and it's most often that you and him are the catalyst.
the other immortals come to an agreement that you both must be stopped. so, you're hunted down. you're separated. because neither of you can be killed, you are locked away until you escape again. until you find one another again and repeat the cycle.
for love, you won't let anything get in your way.
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dp x dc prompt or smth
Danny was lost. Yes, lost.
“Hey, can you point me in the direction of the bathroom?” He asked a random dude.
“HOW DID YOU GET IN THE BATCAVE?!”
“Jeez no need to yell, I just want to find the bathroom man.”
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Danny was lost again, damn he has bad luck.
“Hey man, do you know how to get to Crime Alley (or really any other street)?”
“HOW DID YOU GET HERE?! WE’RE 3,000 METERS UNDER THE OCEAN?!”
“My phone won’t work :(“ He says as he looks at his phone, which was not working.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcu#dc#dc comics#dc universe#batman#danny phantom#dpxdc#dcxdp#based off of that one scp#SCP-008-J I think#alternatively he could’ve ended up in the watchtower or smth#danny got lost in a mall looking for the bathroom and somehow ended up in the batcave#honestly read SCP-008-J cuz this was heavily inspired by that#so he’s just like SCP-008-J lol
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Who would have thought the man that goes out in a green glitter suit and peacock feathers wanted attention?
#vclownverse#original panel from detective comics v1 annual 008#riddler#edward nygma#dc comics#fanart#digital illustration#batman#panel redraw#character design#vinegarclown#creaman#I really thought I was only going to draw him once and now he’s completely overaccessorised and unbearable to illustrate
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[pm] Okay, I won't. Oh. [....] I'm sorry, Emilio. Do you know if something is causing it? Or is this also just something that can happen sometimes?
That's fair. But that's great, though! I think naming them is more important than know what kind of bugs they were. Did she have any other hobbies?
[new pm] Cats can chirp! He is a very good hunter. You can retire.
[pm] Teddy is usually right. Don't tell them I said so, though. They'll be annoying about it. [...] I don't know if I'm [...] getting better. Some days, I feel like I'm getting worse. Like I [...] fall back. Small things feel bigger than they should, and then I'm back where I started.
I don't know. All kinds, I guess. I never knew much about them, what they were called. I didn't [...] learn that kind of thing. I made up names for them, sometimes. When she asked. She liked that.
[new pm] He chirps? Is he a cat, or a bird? [...] Ah, good hunter, then. Mice are hard to catch.
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Hey chat !!!! I'm going insane.
Ever since my first listen to TMA, I've had a huge question that NEVER got answered.
Never. Not in the whole series, not Q&As or the wiki or anything. I thought I would never find answers. I thought it would be forgotten. I thought it was a small insignificant detail and I'd have to live with never knowing the truth about it.
Now with TMAGP 19, I might finally know the answer.
Maybe. Maybe maybe. But It Could Be. And now I'm losing my mind at the implications.
((For the record, I know that the stories and worldbuilding are inherently separate - hell, there are even timeline differences in the cases I'm using as evidence. But the overlap might be important, especially when it comes to the Web.))
Spoilers for both shows below!
Its branches were exquisite, and delicate, swaying slightly from small eddies in the liquid, and they shone with every spectra. I must confess that to look upon it, one was – (sigh) filled with profound wonder at its exquisite elegance. [...] Even I, steeped in worldly matters as I am, recognized The Lord’s words to Adam, and was much dismayed at the implication. Isaac then plucked the delicate fruit with ungloved hands and held it before me. [...] The creature was taking root. Strands of its mottled brown hair were extruding downwards between the floor, seeking the dark earth below. Then, too, its back began to sprout, radiant branches unfurling and thickening before me, reaching upwards towards the sunlight with a seemingly insatiable desire. [...] I tell you here, Robert, it saw me, and it knew me. (TMAGP 19 - HARD RESET)
It was an ornate wooden thing, with a snaking pattern of lines weaving their way around towards the centre. The pattern was hypnotic and shifted as I watched it, like an optical illusion. I found my eyes following the lines towards the middle of the table, where there was nothing but a small square hole. Graham noticed me staring, and told me that interesting antique furniture was one of his few true passions. Apparently he’d found the table in a second-hand shop during his student days and fallen in love with it. It had been in pretty bad shape but he’d spent a long time and a lot of money restoring it, though he’d never been able to figure out what was supposed to go in the centre. He assumed it was a separate piece and couldn’t track it down. (MAG 3 - ACROSS THE STREET)
Re: Magnus Institute Ruins. By RedCanary on Saturday April 23 2022 12:17pm. The photos from the spelunk seem properly gone, but I did find an old wooden thing with a bunch of similar symbols on. Some kinda empty box, not really sure what for, though. Gonna see if I can get the light right for a decent pic. Edit: No dice, I’m afraid. Must be something up with my phone camera. Really not helping the whole paranoia thing either. Anyone know anything about photographic distortion? Gonna see if I can borrow my dad’s SLR tomorrow. (TMAGP 1 - FIRST SHIFT)
Adelard Dekker stood in the corner. He was straight and motionless, his lips moving rapidly, though no sound came out of them. In the centre of the room, stood a table carved from dark wood and wrapped all over with a sprawling, intricate pattern. And in front of that table was the thing that had said it was my cousin. It was long and thin, the tops of it bent against the ceiling and its stick-like limbs flailed from too many joints and elbows. Wrapped around it were thick strands of what I think was spider’s web, stretching back into the table, which I now saw pulsed along its carved channels with a sickly light. The face at the top of that gangly frame was like nothing on earth. (MAG 78 - DISTANT COUSIN)
Now... Now I get it. I get it. I finally gave an answer. Or, at least, I think we'll get a concrete answer soon. But I think I get it.
I think I get where the web table comes from. I think I know what it's made of. why it glows. why it had a hole in the middle. I think I might know how the web gained control and sentience so much faster than the other fears. and, if it still manifests in the same way in the Protocol universe, how it also quickly became "the manager" of other fears, as theories suggest.
More importantly, I think I know what was up with the mysterious tree from so, so long ago.
Now I have an answer.
Why was there an apple buried in Hill Top Road?
I opened the box and sitting inside was a single green apple. It looked fresh, shiny, with a coat of condensation like it had just been picked on a cool spring morning. I picked it up. I wasn’t going to eat it, I’m not that stupid, but more than bleeding trees or phantom burning, this confused me. As I took it out of the box, though, it began to turn. The skin turned brown and bruised and started to shrivel in my hand. Then it split. And out came spiders. Dozens, hundreds of spiders erupting from this apple that was rotting right before my eyes. I shrieked and dropped it before any of them could touch my arm. The apple fell to the ground and burst in a cloud of dust. I backed away and waited until I was sure all the spiders had left before retrieving the box. I smashed it with a crowbar, and threw the remains into a skip. (MAG 8 - BURNED OUT)
And now I have an answer. Maybe.
#ananapost#the magnus protocol#tmagp#the magnus pod#tma#the magnus archives#tmagp theory#tma theory#the web#tma spoilers#Tmagp spoilers#tma the web#hill top road#magpod#the magnus podcast#mag 8#mag 78#mag 3#tmagp 1#tmagp ep 1#tmagp 19#tmagp ep 19#the magnus protocol spoilers#magnus protocol#mag 003#mag 078#mag 008
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That makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, categorically, emphatically, GUILTY!
#milgram#free to use as well! :)#fuuta kajiyama#mahiru shiina#amane momose#mikoto kayano#003#006#008#009#edits#milgram project
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Not in a million years did Wade ever believe Captain America would call him his friend. Though the guy's remarkably good heart basically gives the whole ordeal the same novelty of finding out that water is wet, Wade is just the right amount of pathetic to melt at the kind sentiment all the same. The term "friend" makes him lightheaded, and before he can stop himself he lets out a sigh that droops his shoulders in relief.
<Too bad being in a PG-13 Disney property means I can't just pop a chub and get on with it.>
"I don't know why I doubted you being as kind as they say but boy, looks like I'm eating my words today! And for once I'm not even mad about it."
Captain America called him his friend... Wade almost wants to turn around, return to Stark Tower, and assassinate the hell out of that Happy Hogan motherfucker for gaslighting him into thinking Cap wouldn't like him.
"I think we should hang out," Wade says, finally releasing the man's hand as he does. "Somewhere fun. Somewhere nice and pleasant. Somewhere that isn't surrounded by unconscious HYDRA goons and won't smell horribly like modern Nazism."
As if on cue, one of those goons starts to wake. They sit up woozily, looking around disoriented, and Wade pulls his sword out on cue. Instead of shedding blood, however, he throws it, and the sword hits the fellow in the noggin with the hilt to knock them out again.
"How long 'till SHIELD gets here?" Wade asks. "Can I wait with you?"
Steve felt rather silly saying he hadn't caught the other's name, because well the other hadn't given it to him yet. His cheeks heat up a bit when Deadpool calls him silly.
He watches the other wipe his (gloved) hand on the side of his pants before holding it out to Steve. Steve takes the other's hand in his own and shakes it. "Well, nice to meet you." He smiles widely and brightly at Wade.
He laughs a bit when the other says some call him an ass. Steve can't imagine why someone would call this friendly man an ass unless Deadpool was just putting on a façade for Steve.
"I'll call you Deadpool and maybe friend, I haven't decided on that yet because you know we just met and all."
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i wanted 2 draw something proper for purge march but unfortunately couldn't muster up anything good but whatevs heres this
#milgram#the purge march#amane momose#008#milgram project#milgram fanart#deco*27#civettictis art tag
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I'm not sure if you do angst but could I request HSR men accidentally injuring the reader (preferably Boothill, Gallagher and Sampo) Also if you don't want to do any of these characters idm if you replace or remove any <3
Accidents...
Fear spread out through his face when Boothill saw you injured. It scared him more, knowing that he was the cause of it too. How you accidentally got in the way of one of his bullets that was aimed for the shirtbag behind you, about to hurt you. Instead, he was the cause for your own pain. He scoops you into your arms, rushing to the closest hospital he knew from there despite the angry men chasing behind him. He shushes you, trying to comfort you, saying things like, "It'll be fine, darlin'." "It's alright, 'm here."
Gallagher hands you a soda, helping you drink it down to heal yourself after he wounded you instead of the Dreamjolt Trope members he was supposed to aim for. He brings you close to his arms, squeezing you tight even as you reassure him that you were fine.
The conman was shocked when you had gotten hit by one of his bombs meant for the Silvermane Guards. Sampo rushed over to help you up and bringing you to a hidden alley where they wouldn't find the both of you. He treats you with whatever bandages he had on him. The integrity of where he got these items could be questioned later, but for now, he had to help you.
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#005. writings.#008. answers.#012. i0fty.#hsr x reader#boothill x reader#gallagher x reader#sampo x reader#boothill hsr#gallagher hsr#sampo hsr
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I dunno how to title these but take them
#amane momose#momose amane#milgram project#milgram#008#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#i really like the first one...#i dunno
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name. valeria.
alias(es). tba
nickname. val.
birthdate. unknown, has been around for centuries.
age. appears to be in her mid-30's.
species. immortal superhuman.
current location. varies, but she likes to stay in history rich places and often outside of the united states. if she ever travels in the us, it's not for an extended period of time unless she has no choice.
social class. upper.
education. various forms of education throughout the years she's been alive. most of her official degrees are in art and history, often combining the two.
parent(s). none as she and her soulmate, and others like her were formed by the gods of some obscure pantheon, most likely a branch of the fates.
sibling(s).
children. none
close friends/found family.
arrest(s). many times, but she's escaped every time.
occupation. too many over the years. she's been a professor, museum curator, architect, etc. most currently, she verifies the authenticity of antiquities.
skill(s). vast knowledge and application in numerous forms of forgery, horseback riding, escape artist, polyglot, knowledge on various poisons and how to use them / their dosage, acrobatics.
faceclaim. genesis rodriguez
affiliated fandom. hancock-inspired
eye colour. hazel
hair colour + style. light brown long hair, dyed from her usual darker shade.
dominant hand. ambidextrous
height. 5'9
tattoo(s). tbd
piercing(s). tbd
notable body traits. tbd
weaknesses. lack of impulse control, often makes rash decisions that lead to disaster for herself or for others without care for consequence.
clothing style.
jewelry.
diet.
trait(s). vindictive, reckless, uncooperative, cryptic, deceitful, manipulative, outgoing, cheerful, intense, possessive, envious, vain.
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Hear me out on this,
HCS for Misa and L from Death Note(separately) with a detective s/o who's like Ranpo from Bougon Stray Dogs✋
★ - eeeee!!! Deathnote req!! (๑>ᴗ<๑)!!
☆ - Misa Amane & L Lawliet x Super Detective! Reader!
She loves you so much, but goodness (!!!) your smarts are going to be the death of her (literally and figuratively)
It’s a miracle how you haven’t found out she’s the Second Kira (you have, but you’re conflicted if you should rat out your girlfriend for the sake of justice) but she’s glad!
She is so confused about your addiction to snacks because ???? why do you need that much?
She’s an idol, so she has money to back you up — not all the time, but most of the time she lets you run free. She always reminds you that too many snacks aren’t healthy, but you need snacks to function, so it goes from one ear and out the other.
She tries her best not to let you and Light meet, as much as Kira needs you dead for interefering with his plans, she can’t bring herself to give you —her boyfriend who she loves so much despite your weird snack obsession— to the man who savd her life, no matter how grateful she is for that.
"Misa....!" You groan, lying down on a couch as you watch someone put makeup on her for her next photoshoot.
You've run out of cases that interest you, you're hungry, and you need something to do other than look at your perfect, amazing, charming, beautiful, pretty, stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous, captivating, alluring, attractive girlfriend.
You watch her in the mirror as the person places lipstick on her. Her light-brown eyes catch yours as she sends you a playful wink.
...Yeah, you lied, you could definitely keep staring at her more.
Your thoughts wander to the Kira case. You've solved it already, despite the dead ends and plot twists Ligh— Kira kept throwing at you, but you can't find it in yourself to turn it in to the police.
You're smart (obviously). If you turn in Light, Misa will become a prime suspect for the Second Kira, they'll arrest her under suspicion, and she'll eventually break or Light will manipulate her situation in a way so that they'll free him and keep Misa.
You still don't know how they kill, it's one of the few plot holes that bug you at night, but you're on the track to figure that out— you hope so at least.
Misa's face is above yours, a small smile on her face as she kisses your cheek. "I'll be done soon, then we can go out, okay?"
Her smile is so warm. Even after dating for so long, it still brings butterflies in your stomach. "Yeah," you breathe out, hands squeezing Misa's slightly. "Have fun, okay? I love you."
Misa giggles—you love her laugh, it's airy and tugs a smile on your face every single damn time you hear it— squeezing your arm as she makes her way out of the room. "I love you too!"
Snack runs, snack runs, and did I already say snack runs?
The two top detectives are also lovers?? It sounds like the plot of a cheesy rom-com, but it is, in fact, the life of you and your beloved, sleep-deprived boyfriend!
You two work best when you're together. You don't even have to be touching (a lie) being in the same room working on cases is enough for the both of you.
Watari provides food (desserts and snacks, upon snacks, upon snacks) when you two are working on especially time-consuming cases.
Whenever you don't feel like working or the case you are working on doesn't interest you anymore, you cling to L's back, hide your face in the crook of his neck, and either sleep or give small feedback on the cases he works on.
The amount of money you two spend on food is not healthy, you're both very aware of that, but if you think you never gain weight so... who cares?
L has a hard time expressing his feelings, you're very aware of that, so you two have little signals whenever he wants something!
Pulling on your thumb whenever he wants a hug (he quickly discovered he adores physical touch), having Watari hand you cookies 'n creme pocky whenever he needed some form of intimate physical touch (kisses, hand holding [only when you two are alone], or particularly... engaging kisses.)
You were half-asleep, a chocolate wafer in your mouth as you lay on the floor, papers scattered around your body like faux snow.
You were bored, unbelievably so. Most of L's time was spent on the Kira case, in which he wouldn't let you participate for the sake of 'your safety' or something you didn't care enough to remember.
You think that was the first serious fight you and your boyfriend had in the three years you've been together. You didn't understand why he wouldn't let you do this, you two were great and reliable detectives.
His argument of "keeping you safe" didn't make any sense either, because if he dies because of this god-awful and annoying case, you'll end up joining the investigation anyway— by force if you have to.
The sound of a door creaking open slightly catches your attention. The pattern of bare feet coming closer to your figure as a hand gently pulls your thumb.
"I'm mad at you, you know?" You huff, eating the wafer and turning your body away from the black-haired man.
A small noise of frustration comes from behind you as L pulls on your thumb harder. "Hug."
"Go hug that Yagami boy since you like spending time with him so much." You're being petty, you know, but you can't help it.
You know L loves you, and you love him too but fuck if the Kira case situation didn't get under your skin, you'd be a liar.
A very bad one too.
The tugs get harder and there's less pause between each one. L is very persistent, you don't know why you thought he'd leave you alone after denying him the first time.
"[Name]. Hug."
A beat of silence passed as your free hand pushed past the papers of evidence for a case you were working on, trying to find a snack.
You felt a tug in your heart when L's grip slightly faltered. With a sigh, you hastily rolled over. Encasing him in your arms and rolling back the other way, the two of you finally look at one another eye to eye.
"Happy now?" You ask in feigning annoyance as you watch your boyfriend's lips slowly curl into a smile, a small dust of red tinting his pale skin.
"Very."
Sighing dramatically, you let him stay in the crook of your neck, legs intertwined as the sleep slowly falls over your body.
You can be mad at him another time.
#writin' shit.#ANSWERED LETTERS — 008#death note x male reader#death note#l x male reader#misa x male reader#x male reader#male reader#l lawliet#misa amane#★: anon!#death note x reader#death note headcanons
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He's my favorite so I have to make fun of him
#cyborg 009#cyborg 009 the cyborg soldier#002#jet link#003#francoise arnoul#008#pyunma#005#geronimo jr#digital#art#sketchbook
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