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victoriousfidelity · 7 months ago
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@aidanwilde said: "Stay another night." mother mother sentence starters. | accepting.
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He says it so casually that, for a moment, she considers it.
The noise of Manhattan has been a welcome change from the relative calm of New Asgard, though the ghosts that haunt the Goddess still linger among skyscrapers, too. Aidan has ghosts of his own - she recognised that the moment she met him, and while it is a subject they've both tried their best to avoid, she's fairly convinced that their shared grief is no small part of why they've become so close, so quickly.
But the moment passes, chased away in part by what she knows is hovering unsaid between his words. Sigyn is many things, but she is never intentionally cruel.
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"You know I need to go home." Is the reply she settles on in the end, her words quiet and her expression something close to apologetic.
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paintedcrows · 2 months ago
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Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)
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ukrainian-groove-metal · 1 year ago
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I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.
Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.
just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?
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notahorseindisguise · 2 years ago
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kinsey3furry300 · 2 months ago
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Okay so hear me out...
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BONUS CURSED CONTENT! Laios and Hunter have the same wolf Fursona:
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EDIT: Following feedback, I’m changing the Willow/Chilchuck panel from “A parent in a child’s body who is just done with everyone’s shit” to “Carrying the team, Done with everyone’s shit.” I don’t want anything I produce to be hurtful or upsetting to anyone, so even though I don’t feel it’s as impactful, and least it’s not infantilising. This will probably achieve little to nothing now the meme has breached containment but it’s the least I can do. Thank you all for feedback.
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black-quadrant · 3 months ago
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jadedanddark · 1 year ago
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I died but I came back exactly the same. You though, I came back and you were wrong. Did the fact of my dying really damage you that much? Was bringing me back worth what it cost you? Would it have been better to just leave me?
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bytedykes · 1 year ago
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ok fine maybe i DID come back wrong. what are you going to do about it. kill me? put me back in the ground? after all this effort? all this pain and suffering only to find out bringing me back wasn't worth it after all? you worked so hard. are you going to waste all of that just because im not what you wanted? just because i belong only to myself? are you going to let me pick out my own coffin
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shortmexicangirl · 1 year ago
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'can i copy your homework?'
'yeah just don't make it obvious'
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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 5 months ago
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died and came back tired. died and came back exhausted. died and came back with manic energy. died and came back with malingering unease. died and came back twitchy. so many possibilities
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mikeluciraphgabe · 2 months ago
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Dick: Sorry guys, Bruce AND Alfred said no more cookies for today
Damian: this vexes me
Tim: so not demure
Duke: I’m going to eat Damian
Jason and Steph: Destiel didn’t die for this
Cass: ☝️❓🤨🙄
Dick: Please guys what the fuck are you saying
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holographicmoss · 1 year ago
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homiu-l · 5 days ago
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crazy season am I right
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sunlit-mess · 8 months ago
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I can't get enough of this deer
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bruciemilf · 2 months ago
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Alfred honestly can’t say shit about Bruce bringing in strays, because what if the Waynes got him the same way?
I genuinely can’t recall HOW Alfred, British special forces extraordinaire, ended up working for Gotham’s (scary) sweethearts.
In my mind, he came to them bleeding.
There’s a tang of bitterness pooling in his gut. Soldiers don’t have friends. They have guns. And he’s all out.
Just when Alfred thought all is in peril, a tiny little hand gently covers a nasty bullet hole on his abdomen.
The first thing Alfred thinks about is: ‘Jesus, this kid has scary eyes.’
���Hi, Alfred.”
“…How do you—“
“Bruce! Jesus FUCKING Christ, I swear, I’m not paying for your ransom next time you run o—…What the fuck is that?”
If there’s one thing about Thomas that Alfred will never forget is his voice; The bass , so chasmic and powerful it could shake the whole world, and the burning care in his eyes despite his vulgarity.
Bruce, — who’s the tiniest bundle of a boy Alfred witnessed, is yanked up by his father’s strong hands, squeezed to his chest carefully. “Hurt,” he says. There’s a tiny, red handprint on Thomas’ shirt.
“Yeah, I didn’t notice,” Thomas mumbling, looking around.
Maybe local gangs? The bullet point is too precise, too calculated. “Who the hell are you?”
Alfred, with his raspy breath, says, “I’m the terribly rude bloke dying on your doorstep, I’m afraid. Alfred Pennyworth. At your service.”
For a guy who’s about to bleed his last, he sounds awfully sarcastic.
“Yeah, wise guy, no one’s dying on my kid’s birthday. Bruce, tell Dotty to prep up the basement. And tell your mama to get my Budlight out of the cooler. Jesus Christ.”
Alfred ends up hoisted on this man’s back. Thomas asks if he has anyone he wants to call? Anyone that’ll come pick him up? Anyone to bury him, if it comes to it.
Alfred whispers he does not.
Thomas sighs. “Well. Kid‘a been asking for a playmate.”
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whydoesthisexist76 · 7 months ago
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Painting
Added some stuff to an old painting
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