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everyone sh. shutd up im cooking smthn
#genshin impact#venti#what am i cooking?? no idea#oh this isnt canon? dont care leave me alone#i remember thinking years ago how badass it would be to have to fight all the archons in reverse order once u get to celestia#like. not that they want to. but celestia or the heavenly principles control them not thru the gnosis but thru their thrones#dont. dont think about it too much i do NOT have enough brains to keep up with accurate lore details#i just want to see venti having lied about being the 'weakest' archon. that bitch has a fucking church theres no way. also gap moe is hhh#fitting to have your first major ally end up being a final-ish boss fight#zilly art
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when social media ppl say of their dogs that they 'just don't like to exercise, they're healthy and there's nothing wrong with them they're just built for the couch' and then pans to a dog that's at least 50% overweight
#recently had an oh my god i saw that too with my sister abt this bc among them is an#american tiktok creator who moved to norway (and mostly makes really interesting stuff on culture gaps)#and made some comments about the norwegian outdoor-dog ownership culture contrasting with what they came from and the dog#they brought with them from the US which#bruh ur dog is some#kind of aussiecoll medium kitchen sink situation the most probable reason it prefers the couch#is that its currently the shape of one#and thats fine! its your pet#but thats a lifestyle factor *you* are in control of. don't blame the dog#its even within the theme ur talking about!! its right there!!
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hey yall,, fucking hell persona 4 brainrot hit me hard........
anyways enjoy ya filthy shuadders
#shuada#adashu#adasou#this is hell#im in hell#these fuckers have been on the brain for months and they wont go away#tw age gap#dunno if this changes much but in my headcanons yu is always the one who initiates and is in control of the relationship lmao#my art
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#2nd amendment#second amendment#firearms#gun control#gun rights#self defense#politics#Capitalism#Socialism#Anticapitalism#Antisocialism#Wage#Wage Gap#Eat the Rich#Minimum Wage#Living Wage#Affordable Education#Affordable Healthcare#Free Education#Free Healthcare#Student Loans
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remember if you haven’t been accused of having an eating disorder you’re not thin enough
#3ating d1sorder#b0dy check#body ch3ck#portion controlled meals#food control aesthetic#low cal meal#low cal diet#low cal restriction#low cal#lo cal#tw restrictive ed#tw disordered eating#ed diet#ed safe space#disordered eating mention#tw ana shit#i need to be smaller#i wanna be skinnier#i need to lose so much weight#slim and sexy#i want to be skinnier#skinnyspø#th!gh gap#pro a4a#pro 4na#not pr0 just for myself#tw eating issues#tw ana diary#tw ed diet#i need to ⭐️ve
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The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached 7
Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 5|Part 6
Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst/depression and canon typical violence
I had wanted to do some tag appreciation for the previous part before uploading this but well stuff happened and I need to leave for work soon, so priorities and all that, and I bet ya'll rather want the update than my chatter XD But know that I really appreciate the comments and tags you guys leave me <3
Damian sat in a corner of the library, knees drawn up to his chest. The crumbled up piece of paper burned in his left hand. It shouldn’t. He’d had a hunch and he’d followed it. He’d been right! This was pertinent information. He should have informed Father immediately and yet… He breathed slowly out his nose. He turned his hand around palm up so he could glare at the offending ball of paper resting there.
He was right, but then why was he so uncertain? Why was he hesitating? He was Damian Wayne! Son of the Batman! He should not dawdle, that is not how he was trained!
No matter how much his so called siblings would tease him for his height, there were advantages. Like how when Todd had pulled the dazed Ghost to his feet, the short man had never really looked up which meant that Damian who was shorter had seen the way his eyes glowed green, unlike his father. Because a short while later, when he pushed away from Todd his eyes had been blue. Father would assume the ghost’s eyes were blue, because he hadn’t seen the green. Father would have no idea to look into what Damian had, because he’d missed a vital clue. A clue Damian had been withholding. Damian let his head fall down onto the arm holding the paper and sighed. He was withholding far worse than a clue now:
There were traces of Lazarus Water in the blood sample. Damian felt the childish urge to scream, but he would not give in, he hadn’t fallen that far. It always came back to this, always; like a curse on Damian’s family, one thing after another and it always ended up back there - by the sickly green glow of the pits.
Father wasn’t always exactly rational when it came to the Lazarus Pits or the League of Assassins or Todd.
And maybe Damian had gotten a little bit used to Father looking at him like his son. Maybe he just wasn’t all that excited for Father to look at him like Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandson again…
Alfred, the cat, slinked around the door left open a crack, instantly drawing Damian’s eyes. The tuxedo cat padded silently over to him and stopped. He looked expectantly at Damian with the same unimpressed gaze of his namesake. Damian cracked a fragile smile, and uncurled into a crosslegged position.Satisfied Alfred jumped into his lap. He started batting at the paper ball and Damian quickly stuffed it into a pocket and acquiesced to the demand for pets. It was barely a moment before Damian’s effort was rewarded and the purring started. Slowly, Damian relaxed back against the wall and his shoulders gradually came down from their tensed position. Animals were so much easier to understand than people.
The Ghost had purred…
The sound had been just at the edge of his hearing, but it definitely had sounded like purring. Father hadn’t heard it. Damian had asked him if he’d heard the cat, but he’d dismissed him as if he thought Damian had heard a real cat. There was no way he would have done that if he’d actually heard. The sound… it had been something else; there had been this inherent happiness to it.
Damian would admit he’d been startled. He’d never heard a human purr before. Not even Catwoman, his father’s illicit paramour, actually purred, not really. She did something with her voice at times, probably the closest a human could come to a purr, but not like the almost continuous sound of a real cat. Humans just weren’t built for it.
Which pondered the question, what exactly was the Ghost? He had reacted very oddly to Todd (Damian would admit in the privacy of his mind that he’d been alarmed to see the man nuzzle into Todd’s chest as if he was actually an overgrown cat in disguise). There was Lazarus in his blood, so maybe the reaction to Todd wasn’t so strange. He hadn’t reacted in any way special to Damian, but that wasn’t so odd either. Damian knew Todd was different. There was a reason Grandfather feared him. The Pits hadn’t revived him, they may have brought his mind back online and brought some lasting effects, but Todd had crawled out of his grave months before that; Todd was something else.
Maybe Todd and the Ghost were something similar?
Todd had definitely heard the purring. He had been completely unlike himself, there had been a complete lack of the usual hostility from him afterwards. Todd must have also seen the eyes, he had to have made the Lazarus connection. He hadn’t reported anything about it either. But again this was Todd, he wouldn’t share information with Father unless he thought someone’s life depended on it.
Whatever DNA had been in the blood sample was useless for analysis, it had been too damaged, so that didn’t bring them any closer to figuring out what he was.
Then there were the powers, Todd didn’t have those. Invisibility and intangibility… No, the Ghost couldn’t actually be a ghost, could he?
Alfred nudged the hand that had stopped the petting and Damian dutifully started back up again.
Richard often acted like he didn’t have two brain cells to rub together, something that fooled even Damian in the beginning, but he was surprisingly astute if he let you see if. Damian had presumed the Ghost codename had been merely a ploy to annoy Drake and Gordon, but Richard was not beneath hiding a theory as a joke. If he was correct, he would have all the power, if it wasn’t it was after all just a joke - it was a good strategy.
As if summoned, Richard stuck his head into the library and glanced around. He seemed just about leave when he caught sight of Damian’s nook.“There you are Dames-“ he strolled inside, “I wanted to say bye before heading home, so I’m glad I found you.” He crouched down next to him and smiled widely eyes crinkling with it. It was so effortless for him.
Damian frowned.
“Hey, you okay?”
Damian glanced up briefly. It wasn’t something he wanted to talk about, but maybe Richard could answer something else.
“Do you think the Ghost could actually be a ghost?”
And there was that sharpness behind the kindness, that moment of calculation of what might have brought this on, whether Damian knew something, before it was hidden behind a smile again.
“Dami-“ he started and lovingly ruffled Damian’s hair. Damian quickly batted his hands away, before he got the misconception that he liked it; because he didn’t! Blue eyes crinkled further and then he continued, “we’ve seen stranger, haven’t we?”
And that brought Damian to a stop, hands still raised protectively over his head. Alfred looked between the two of them and gave an affronted mrauwp.
“So sorry Alfred, old boy, didn’t mean to disturb you.”
While Richard appeased Alfred, Damian slowly lowered his arms. Richard was right of course, but there was something else too, the assurance in the flippancy. Whatever the Ghost was, it didn’t really matter, they would deal with it, like they did everything; everything had some sort of weakness. And the Ghost hadn’t actually been hostile.
The core of the issue was the Lazarus Water. Lazarus Water didn’t enter people’s blood on their own and Grandfather kept a sharp watch on all the pools. There was a very big risk the Ghost was affiliated with the League. Coerced? Created? Murdered?
Damian narrowed his eyes, it was useless to ponder without more information, but the League at least was something Damian could look into discreetly. If there was increased activity in Gotham he would find it. He didn’t have to tell anyone yet.
“You work out what was bothering you?”“Tt.” He quickly looked away from Richard’s knowing eyes. Unfortunately that left him open for another hair ruffle. Richard laughed and jumped away and back to a standing position in one smooth motion, before Damian could retaliate somehow. Damian glared and only got a soft smile and wave in return.
“See you in some days, baby bat.”
Damian pressed his lips together and waved dismissively. “Go, before I decide revenge is worth removing Alfred.”
Richard’s laughter followed him out the door and down the hall. Damian finally allowed the small smile to form. Whatever happened, whatever Father may think of him keeping secrets, he could at least count on his big brother to stay the same. Oo o oO
Tim had been reviewing the new proposals from R&D when Bruce had stopped by.
The spectral calibrator team had obviously been disappointed to learn they would be reassigned and that the larger project to tune into electromagnetic signals from other dimensions had been put on indefinite hold without the calibrator, but they were a professional bunch and they had quickly come up with some fresh ideas.
Tim really didn’t want to consider what use the thief would have had with the calibrator, but it was kinda his job. It was meant to help hone into the (for lack of better term) frequency of a given dimension and remove the noise from the various other planes of reality - he just really hoped they weren’t dealing with a science portal to Hell scenario. Magical portals were at least usually temporary in nature but most importantly they were the JLD’s problem, not Tim’s.
Maybe the thief just really wanted to listen to some alternate universe rock?
Yeah, fat chance.
Tim had not found signs of the stolen items being resold, which pointed towards the thief having specific buyers or he was building something himself. At least the spectral calibrator was safe in the Cave.
A small beep notified Tim that the decryption program had a match on the passcode for the phone Bruce had dropped off, and he rolled over to have a look. The phone was not a brand Tim recognized, it was from the pre-smartphone era and didn’t even have a camera. It had been easier for Tim to just take it apart and hook it to power to get it up and running - it was then he noticed that someone had modded the receiver and transmitter, it also didn’t have a sim card.
Despite the lack of sim-card, when Tim looked at the now open phone it claimed to have a full signal from the most prominent telecompany in the larger bay area. Tim raised an eyebrow - curious. The text messages were empty, and a root around in the settings found that read messages were automatically deleted after 24 hours - the thief were really keen on keeping his secrets.
In the “phone book” which was a rather quaint old school term for the contact list, Tim finally found something that alluded to a normal life. Something that could maybe give them some information: Dad, Jazz, Mom, Sam, Tuck, Val - pretty sparse contact list. All the numbers had the same area code, which put them somewhere in the Midwest, if Tim was remembering correctly.
Tim considered for a moment then pressed the up button until he reached “Mom” again and pressed enter. Butt calls had been a real problem with this phone type if people forgot to lock them, it wouldn’t be so strange if Tim didn’t say anything. With any luck they’d get confirmation on the name Danny.
There was a single dial tone then a feminine voice announced:
“The number you have called cannot be reached.”
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Woohooo yay, I think we're done with "the detectives detective-ing" for now which was the extend of my notes before writing the last two parts (parts 6 and 7 are going to be a single chapter once they go on Ao3). Hope you enjoyed, I got a serious case of Damian feels while rewriting chapter 1 for Ao3 (here's a link if you missed it), so that's the explanation for why Damian decided we needed his pov Next
Masterpost for subscription
#dp x dc#dead on main#Yeah sorry no Jason here this time either#Damian decided he wanted a turn#and well poor Jason isn't doing anything interesting right now#he's just panicking over the gaps in his memory#and not daring to leave his apartment before he has the pits more under control#he's afraid he might kill someone if he's Red Hood right now#maybe I do need to write a small bit of his pov#oh well#detectives doing detective-ing#Jason is catnip to Danny#Missed Connections
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getou + babying you despite you being older than him—the way he smiles when he prods at you with his careful, measured question about who has taken care of you in life, since all you've done is taken care of others. isn't it time someone showed you what it meant to be looked after?
and who better to look after you than him?
#bee chats#age gap but with him being the younger one...yeah#esp with his tendency to take control#it doesn't matter how experienced you are or how you've lived your life#he knows best
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Ohhh domestic control ily.
When dream finds hob he is just barely 18 and his parents died when he was young. So there hasn’t been anyone around to really teach him about life, you know?
But dream sees his potential right away. Hob is a beautiful young man, and one of the smartest in Dream’s class (yes, he’s a professor.) and Dream is divorced and horny and would like his own live-in slut to pamper, take care of and utterly own.
So Dream starts by inviting hob to office hours. They talk for hours about philosophy art and literature and hob starts opening up more and more.
That leads to talking about hob and how he’s struggling to make ends meet. Dream offers to take a look at his finances and even hires hob someone to help him start investing what he can.
Hob is so grateful he almost cries right there.
Then Dream gives hob his phone number for emergencies. That leads to texting hob to make sure he’s eating well and taking care of himself.
Dream takes hob to get his first tailored suit. Then he chooses some other clothes for him.
AND when hob’s landlord jacks up the rent Dream finally makes hob an offer.
Come live with Dream. He will have a lot of rules to obey.
Dream will pick his clothes, his meals, and control his orgasms. Hob will sleep in Dream’s bed and Dream has so many toys he wants to use to train his virgin hole.
And in return, he will help hob live and provide for him.
Hob is out there living the DREAM. For real.
He can feeling himself sliding slowly into the habit of relying on Dream for everything. All his financial decisions, which classes he should take, even what he should get for dinner. He finds himself glancing at Dream like a little lost puppy, and Dream always comes to his rescue. Hob leaves every encounter feeling calm and reassured. He knows that he's supposed to grow up, and he can technically fend for himself, but that doesn't mean he wants to. In his deepest fantasies, he just wants to be a happy pampered pet
Hob really is a good boy. So good in Dream’s bed, with his pretty arse pointing up and a nice big toy pressing on his prostate. So good at warming Dream’s cock with his mouth. Sitting in the kitchen when Dream comes home from work. Hob is always there with a genuine smile, wearing his prettiest outfit and naughtiest lingerie. He's a happier, softer version of the sad little twink Dream first encountered. Dream has domesticated him totally, made him totally reliant. Hob doesnt have to make a single decision - except to decide to be good. It's an utter privilege to take care of him.
These days he can't even cum without Dream telling him to, bless him. He's perfect - and Dream makes sure to tell him every single day <3
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when someone is listing all the reasons to dislike something and they're the exact reasons why you like the thing
#'cameron makes house uncomfortable' good? 'they're both stubborn control freaks' Great? 'age gap pseudo incest' AMAZING?#gooood whatever. everyone who uses reddit should kill themselves myself included
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In my honest opinion, Season Zero handled the Shadi episodes (and the whole “two souls in one body” thing) far better than Duelist Kingdom could ever hope to achieve
#yugioh#screen redraw#Season 1 was still trying to figure out the whole card game thing#but they could’ve handled the actual plot better#if you’re gonna have Yugi break down over having no control of his body THEN SHOW IT#Don’t just leave it for a single duel against Kaiba like 20 episodes in#you gotta foreshadow the panic#show his unease-comment on the gaps in his memory-have him question things#you gotta do what the manga/season zero did
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CONFETII 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 I’m needing more ideas to draw them …. Any middle school or highschool headcannons you have for them are 100% appreciated
#HEADCANNON TIME#Neil has a hard time with affection but without thinking he’ll do it so casually#they could be chilling and hed put his arm over his shoulder and sk will be like huh???? in a good way#Neil has perfect teeth since he takes care of them good#sk.. does not. needs braces for the gap and has way too many teeth in his mouth#when they kiss their teeth clink sometimes and Neil cringes SO HARD#sk will try and kiss him on the cheek but it never works super well#if they kiss on the lips it will be Neil initiating it cus he has to be in control of the situation#Neil tries to not use axe body spray#Sk smells like flowers cus of his moms perfume and gets called gay 💀#he doesn’t know why eveyone calls him gay it’s jsut what his mom used on him#they both have packed cold lunches#sks mom packs his lunch and gets sweet notes#Carl sneaks the note into Neil’s lunch and he gets sooo embarrassed cus of it#they play video games at sks house (Neil doesn’t feel comfortable being sk over cus it would be a whole thing) and they play WoW#weirdly enough sk is the cold one and Neil is the hot one#sk is a big ice pack and Neil needs him to survive#okay that’s it :3#camp camp#campcamp#spacekid campcamp#cc space kid#campcamp ship#neil camp camp#cc neil#neilsquared#neil²#neil x spacekid#neil x space kid#spaceneil
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More in the AU where Elrond and Elros are 16 years old rather than 6 when Sirion is sacked. Tag is "older kidnap fam fic" for previous installments
Elrond wakes up draped over the rump of a horse.
Not, to be clear, his own warhorse. His faithful stallion is being ridden by one of the few remaining warriors of the Gap, the great cavalry of the Noldor, who will be able to keep her seat regardless of what the horse tries.
Elrond isn't initially sure who is riding the horse that he's been set over like a sack of baggage. His arms are stretched out past his head, tied wrists dangling toward the ground, and his ankles are tied as well, tighter than the hobble that he had while walking. He can't see anything but horse flank.
Elrond wriggles around to try and get a better view, and someone notices.
"Lord Maedhros, it seems your guest is awake."
Maedhros pushes down the middle of Elrond's lower back to pin him more surely to the horse. "Lie still. If you fall off while riding in formation you're liable to get stepped on by the next horse, even if the rider wished to avoid you."
"I know how to ride properly."
"Yes, I saw that you were quite skilled when you killed my soldiers, which is why you're staying right there."
"Could I at least sit upright, even if I have to ride behind someone else like an infant?"
"Maybe tomorrow, if you give your word not to escape."
"I'm not stupid enough to try and bargain with you again, after you broke your word about setting us free from the cellar."
"I never said I'd set you free, I said I'd leave the city and wouldn't kill you. Sirion crumbled in the first assault, but I did no more damage after taking you and your brother into custody. If they're smart enough to repair the castle first, everyone should be able to keep warm this winter."
"And if they focus instead on burying their dead, or rebuilding their houses, or rescuing their kidnapped princes?"
"Who knows? But I'm not king of even the Noldor anymore, and the people of Sirion are not my responsibility."
"You would just let them die?" Elrond wanted to glare at the Feanorian, and nearly slipped backwards off the horse as he tried to sit up.
Maedhros caught Elrond deftly by the bound wrists and pulled him back into place. "Next time you do that, I'll let you fall"
"So you don't actually intend to even spare my life."
"I agreed to spare you, not to save you . None here will harm you, but I won't rescue you from consequences of childish stupidity, no more than I will rescue Sirion from winter. If you would rather bash your head open rather than remain my captive, I am not so cruel as to deny you that escape."
Elrond had nothing to say to that topic, as his first retort about more palatable escapes seemed likely just to enrage his captor, as did any question about cutting off hands. "Where's Elros? Was he at least left back in Sirion?" Elrond wanted his brother to be safe, and his people to have a leader with his mother drowned. But he, selfishly, also did to want to be alone with the kinslayers.
"He's here as well, don't worry. Nornmalo has him, and I trust him not to torture a prisoner, despite what it may sound like."
"The moans of pain might be a headache, he drank rather a lot of beer while we were trapped."
Maedhros laughed. "Well, a hungover child soldier. He will at least bother Nornmalo less with questions."
"Could I give him something to soothe the headache? I know a bit of healing."
"No. A headache won't kill him, and he'll get water when we stop same as you."
They stopped only once that day, to water the horses at a stream. Elros was pulled down from the saddle - feet first, luckily, though he still landed in a heap - and his hands untied. Maedhros tossed him a canteen, and said "if you need to piss, now's the best time. You won't get piss all over the horse or your clothes, and we're downstream of the rest of the company."
"My legs are still tied."
"The ropes low enough you should be able to unfasten your belt."
"Are you going to watch me the whole time?"
"Until I find another guard, yes."
Elrond drinks little enough water to avoid the issue, for the moment.
When it's time to ride again, Elrond puts up a fight about having his arms tied again. That just gets Maedhros pinning his face in the dirt while a soldier ties the rope.
Elrond is slung back on the horse like a parcel.
They stop again just before sunset to make camp.
Elrond's hands are untied again for dinner.
The food is simple, waybread and water, and Elrond wonders if he should mention that Men need to eat more than once a day.
Far more exciting than the food though is the figure dropped on the grass next to him, clutching his own canteen and waybread.
"Elros!"
"Elrond! By Ulmo, you're alright!"
"I am, just a bit bruised from the horse. You?"
"Here's something for your healer's notes: do not put people with hangovers upside down for hours. I must have thrown up a dozen times."
"That's terrible! Maybe we can ask-"
At that point the guard tells them to hurry up, they'll be taken to where they're sleeping in ten minutes regardless of how much dinner they've had. Elrond and Elros focus on eating.
They are not, apparently, going to be sleeping near each other. "Too much chance to plot."
The Feanorian soldiers have tents. Some of them share, some of them have their own. A few soldiers have tents obviously designed for two or three that they go into alone.
The horses stolen from Sirion are tied to a picket line. It's loped through the reins, but one person untying the end would let all the horses scatter.
The horses the Feanorians rode into town on are not tied at all. They are loyal old warhorses, and will not flee from orcs in the distance. If wolves do sneak past the guards into the camp, better for the horses to run, and come back at their masters' call when the danger is passed.
Elrond, by contrast, is tied to a tree trunk. His hands are tied in front of him rather than behind, and his legs are unbound. Maedhros's brother - and Elrond learned from a careless remark that their is only the one left - even tossed a blanket over Elrond's legs, to guard against the chill of the night air.
It is the most freedom of movement Elrond has had all day, but that's saying little.
He is stuck sitting up, feeling every root and rock underneath him, unable to reach his hands back to where the rope is tied behind the tree.
Elrond sleeps poorly, stirring at every noise, whether it's a guard on their rounds or an owl hooting its warning.
In the morning, Elrond is given a breakfast of water and waybread again.
Maedhros says "You know it would be suicidal to flee, alone in the wilderness, yes?" and lets Elrond ride behind him sitting up.
Elrond's hands are still bound, and a rope leads passed Maedhros to the saddle horn. If he fell off, he better hope he can keep pace with a cantering horse, or else be dragged on the ground.
Elrond stays on the horse. He figures out his balance well enough to turn, and sees Elros riding similarly.
Thing continue like this for over a week, until they reach Amon Ereb.
#older kidnap fam fic#my fic#silm#silmarillion#Nornmalo means oak friend#he was originally one of Curufin's followers I think; he is more used to defending a fortress than riding long distances#but all the best riders in the Feanorian host were either a) in the Gap during the Bragollach and so a lot of them died in fire#or b) on the riverlands of Ossirand under Amras and so extremely pissed off at Elrond and Elros now#Maedhros trusts /most/ of his soldiers not to torture or kill prisoners against his orders; but he does recall Doriath and Elured and Eluri#better to put the annoying enemy teenagers with someone who is grieving a bit less and so is less likely to strike them in anger#Maedhros is confident in his own self control in the field; he has scheduled to break down in tears three hours after they reach Amon Ereb#in the meantime he ignores all his emotions and doesn't attempt introspection
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Vox no matter what the ppl on twitter do to you you will always be the overcompensating insecure tsundere baby I saw and fell in love with the first time I watched Hazbin.
#The way I was like ‘OH NO HE’S AN INSECURE TSUNDERE’ when he first showed up and I loved him so fast#The gap moe is so real#I love him so much he’s such a compelling and interesting character#I love characters who overcompensate trying to act cool and in control who are actually so awkward and insecure and just rlly need to be#Taken care of by someone#You act so sharp and confident but your face betrays you type thing I loVE that#You can act like you’re unaffected and in control but you wear your heart on your sleeve and it’s bleeding#Forcing a smile taking a deep breath letting your childishness get the better of you#Floundering off balance unsure playing at confidence you don’t feel#Too afraid to make the first move too nervous to see him again so you hide in your room away from things that can hurt you#Spending all your time saying ‘look at me look at me’ while you shutter yourself away from the world so no one can ACTUALLY see you
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your body is a reflection of your discipline and how you treat yourself
#3ating d1sorder#b0dy check#body ch3ck#i need to be smaller#i need to be weightless#i need to lose so much weight#i need to lose this weight#light as a feather#4norexla#tw calories#starv1ng#st4rv1ng#3dtumblr#3ating disord3r#tw ed diet#tw restrictive ed#ed diet#unhealthy weight loss#🕯️as a feather#pro a4a#pro 4na#th!gh gap#anatumblr#unhealthy diet#food control aesthetic#low cal restriction#low cal diet#@na vent#kalorie#calories
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between geto and gojo, who's the meister and who's the weapon
#geto as a meister makes so much sense considering his CT and his role in teen gojo's life#and gojo as a weapon...well. it speaks for itself.#but! while meister and weapon are considered equals there's some definite underlying difference in power (control)#and gojo grew up in a society that valued power/control#so i could also see geto as a weapon#and them being meister-weapon where they both view each other as equals#UNTIL toji happened and geto is suddenly very aware of the gap between them and gojo's inherent power#it'd be an interesting dynamic to have a weapon 'leading' a meister too hm...#this is a lowkey poetic question too actually...to use and be used or whatever#man i gotta rewatch soul eater#manga fell off but...the anime...the anime is what's made me me today#jjk#geto#gojo#satosugu#soul eater
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The fact that in your age gap au April and Casey are 12 while Dee is like 4 is so funny to me.
Casey laughs at the small turtle who is trying to glare at him. That is until said small turtle bites his ankle
Casey's actually 13 and since there's obviously no love triangle in this au, he and Donnie usually get along just fine (they even tinker together occasionally). The only times Donnie gets mad at Casey is when he bothers April, or if some random fact Casey tells Donnie turns out to be wrong.
#tmnt: age gap au#casey totally brings every broken remote control toy car he can find for dee to mess with#and he talks with Dee and Raph about his vigilante ideas all the time
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