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who-do-i-know-this-man · 27 days ago

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⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

#ultimate obscure blorbo #polls #Round II #Alpana The Princess Guide #The Princess Guide #Amadeus of the Green Stretch #A Practical Guide to Evil

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lilietsblog · 1 month ago

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also, when they are wrong. when they are misjudging the dynamic. where the person who is the dog might be loyal and obedient but there is in fact no leash. and they will not find that out until they truly fuck around

i will ALWAYS clap my hands excitedly and lean forward in my seat when someone tells a character to "keep your dog on a leash" only for it to turn out they're referring to another person

#reblog #amadeus of the green stretch #alaya of satus #you know just pgte things uwu

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eddathegreat · 11 months ago

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Today's brainworm:

Amadeus of the Green Stretch is like the most terrifying possible fusion of Tarquin from Order of the Stick and Thrawn from Star Wars. Crazy motherfucker, but absolutely pragmatic and tactical, and as charismatic as he is ruthless and efficient.

#order of the stick #thrawn #star wars #tarquin #practical guide to evil #amadeus of the green stretch #black knight #media analysis?#media analysis

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rogueportraits · 8 months ago

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Any institution has its fair share of ghost stories – spirits walk the hallways of museums, schools, hospitals, prisons. Few, however, have as much of a storied history as Arkham State Hospital. Nor do they often have their own cemeteries, headstones beaten down from decades of hard rain. Jeremiah walks between the overgrown rows of paupers’ graves, a wreath of rue and forget-me-nots held to his chest. The pathway beneath him is grass sprouting in hard-packed dirt. It’s his hour for lunch.

The hospital rises to his back, ivy-covered brick and new additions to the Arkhams’ ancestral home sprawling out. The cemetery hasn’t expanded in any considerable way in recent years. More medication, more successes; less funding, less patients. The unfortunate few who have no one to claim them are buried with their names, now, instead of a number that often doesn’t correspond to anything at all. But Jeremiah is in the older part of the cemetery, dug before Thorazine. The numbers are weathered away to faded imprints. He counts by memory, by steps, and finds himself standing atop his great-uncle’s grave. Six feet below rests the bones of Amadeus Arkham, the founder of all that Arkham was and is.

He died decades ago in a scrawl-scratched room with the attending orderlies not even knowing his name. That room has been tiled over now, made shiny and new and clean. Jeremiah kneels to place the wreath.

It had taken him months of lunch breaks to piece together Amadeus’ final resting place, an hour a day spent in the dark dusty cellars that worm beneath the hospital. His predecessors had thought proper disposal of patient files too much effort and had locked them below for “archival” instead. Jeremiah had opened a rusted file cabinet only to discover a warren of dead rats. He’d wondered if Amadeus’ records would share the same fate. But he’d found them eventually, stuffed into a leather folio stuffed into a rotten bookshelf. They’re safe in his office now.

Jeremiah runs a finger along the headstone, along the numbers so faded that he only knows them from the mildewed paper they’d been written on. If it weren’t an act of gross favoritism, he would have another headstone made. He considered claiming the body and reinterring it, once. The historical Arkham family cemetery is only a short walk away. That too would have been favoritism, would have been unexplainable, would have rattled loose things that Jeremiah prefers under lock-and-key.

He gets to his feet, dusting at the green tinge to his knee. He says nothing, because he knows how much the staff talk of him already. He is an Arkham, madness and its cure run in his blood. It wouldn’t do for him to be seen talking to himself, even if such things are natural when any other man or woman does them at their family member’s grave.

In a few days, Jeremiah will return to take away the wilted wreath just like he has every year. He will bury it over the hill, where the cemetery will eventually stretch in future decades, and he will return to work as though it were any other lunch.

Today, Jeremiah stares down at the obliterated slab that marks a man’s grave. Then he returns to work as though it were any other lunch.

#jeremiah arkham #» writing #» dr. arkham › headcanons #warning for discussion of general psychiatric neglect.

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ragesharkbritain · 2 years ago

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the juggling erraticerrata does with names and Names in pgte is so fucking good. like. the moment the narrative stops referring to him as "The Black Knight" and starts using "Amadeus of the Green Stretch" instead 👀👀👀👀

and the way Otto Reitzenberg's last name gets dropped as the battle progresses and its replaced with "Redcrown" hot DAMN is that good

#practical guide to evil #otto redcrown #he's just a funky little guy #also 'otto redcrown and the kingfisher prince' sounds like a helluva fable

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lilietsblog · 1 year ago

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Amadeus of the Green Stretch

i finally made my own character bingo go nuts inbox (feel free to rb)

#reblog #amadeus of the green stretch #a practical guide to evil #character bingo

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indigosabyss · 1 year ago

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(cyclops is still baby and amadeus didn't become brawn just go with it k)

The explosion was heavy. Nothing worse than Amadeus had dealt with before, but just enough to knock him off-balance. And, once he managed to look through the smoke, to have sent him to another dimension. Just like Nadia had said.

"Huh... I owe her an apology. And ten bucks." He groaned, stretching his arms out, wincing as the tips of his fingers turned green.

"Owe who an apology?" A reserved voice asked. No, not reserved, he realized as he turned on his heel to see the woman standing there, her eyes and hands glowing threateningly. She also had green skin and abnormally red hair, but Amadeus was more concerned about the glowing part.

"Friend of mine." He replied, conversationally, and then his eyes caught onto the symbol on her chest.

An unmistakeable red X.

Despite himself, he was already relaxing, "Oh, you're with the good guys at least."

Her glowing eyes died down as she blinled in confusion, "I... err, yes?"

"And I have a friend who works for our dimension's version of you guys!" Amadeus explained excitedly, "You don't need to blast me. I'm sure we can figure something out!"

She smiled, a little uncomfortable, "I... Uh... Sure?"

#amadeus cho #m'gann m'orzz #totally awesome hulk #miss martian #marvel x dc #young justice #young avengers #champions #he thinks she's X-Men lol #almost everyone thinks that #and they're going to be upset at HER for putting on an x when they find out

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arkhamlegacy · 6 months ago