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[juststuffshere]

this came to me in a dream

[didiwaffles]

"Time goes by, everything changes, yet our bond remains unwavered. You once promised me that you will always be by my side, no matter what. And now, when it is time for you to leave, I must follow you to where no human can even dream to step. This way only will your promise remain unchanged. And may my curse once again be a blessing."

[incorrectfatui]

Crucabena: Hey, where‘s that kid I gave you? Dottore: Oh, we had an argument. Kid’s in the garden.  Crucabena: …I was just out there, I didn‘t see him? Dottore: dig deeper.

[god-offical]

i am genuinely a different person from the other ask about being british but sometimes i cant tell when people are joking so are you actually british and if not where are you from

I am from the Deep Southern USA ::3

still live there in fact, it's quite nice

[cobaltdevils]

if you ask a vampire survivors character their pronouns theyll say something like "gains +5% might every 5 levels"

[the-east-art]

East expression sheet

[ressioo]

Still can't fucking draw and i feel bad about not posting anything so you can have this singular solar doodle i did a few days ago

They're fuckin angry

Probably at UI honestly. They absolutely despise Innocence

[obiwanwhat]

I would kill for a Timothy Zahn written internal Thrawn monologue of Thrawn making the decision to create his own cult out of his men on the Chimera.

like

Morale is low among the soldiers - concern over our situation is leading many of our men to obey orders sloppily or not at all. I believe the only way to resolve the situation is to give them a singular purpose that will unite them all. Therefore I will begin steps to ingrain myself as a deity into their psyches

[lizzy-frizzle]

Oh....nearly everyone currently in my life has known me only as a girl, or for a girl longer than they knew me as a boy....

Thats a strange feeling

[tinybitofhope]

vent!!

so like im at skl right? and i like to rest my boot leg when I get tired so ya 👍 but these stupid ass boys r lie 'just walk lmao' or like 'bro race me' and 'hey I think ur foot is broken' AND ITS THE SAME THING. EVERY. DAM. TIME. and ofc my best friend has the main bitch in her top five on snap and ofc she also calls me 'crippled' even when i told her to stop and every time i hit the boys to shut them up teyre like 'oh i think i need ur crutches, that hurt so bad' like NO. the first thing that comes to your mind when someone is in a BOOT and CRUTCHES and says their FOOT is fractured and broken is to make fun of them????? no sympathy whatsoever. and when i thought they were going to help me, they js make shit harder. and the worst part is that i forgive them over and over again, bc what r u supposed to do when you all grew up with each other and u spent the day w one of them laughing and having fun with your friends and your stuck in this small ass school with no escape and every step your being criticized for no reason?? and what if your closest friend, the one who's been on a family vacation with you, the one who's been your go-to since kindergarten, the one who has meet and befriended your cousins, the one who has been to your house and slept in the same room as you, what if she can't even be a support system? fuck, she won't even tell the main bitch to fuck off, or stop calling me crippled herself.

[whisky-soul]

The Simpson’s strikes again.

[skaianettechsupport]

so angry right now that i'm going to the store to buy toner solely so that i can print a photo of someone hateable to tape to one of those foam heads to beat the shit out of

[foolnamedjoey]

Have you watched the Matrix

I dont watch movies

[bitterkarmaa]

Eclipse paces the expanse of his room, walking the same path, over the same floorboards, with the same troubled expression on his face. His eyes flick to the clock again.

It’s two hours after closing. Why isn’t KC here by now?

In an attempt to dispel his anxiety, he settles down at his desk, his hand coming up to roll one of his screwdrivers over the slick metal surface.

His leg twinges. Subtly, an unnoticeable movement to the eyes of a human, but all too familiar for someone such as Eclipse. His systems nag him about his battery once more, but he forces the panic they bring back down. He has to. He can’t rest yet.

A clatter outside the room brings Eclipse back to the present, eyes darting up and over to the door with a brutal intensity that chips away at his patience like a woodpecker on bark. Despite his inner working begging for him to stay put, Eclipse rises to his feet and walks, somewhat stiffly, over to the door. His hand comes out, grasping the metal knob between silently shaking fingers.

He never had claws like KC did. Eclipse thought they would be handy for his projects, but would otherwise prove themselves dangerous for the children.

He turns the knob, opens the door, and peeks outside.

A scattered group of intruders rustle about the theater outside, poking stray security bots with bayonets of loaded guns. When the door creaks open, they all pause, giving Eclipse enough time to swivel around and close the door once again, backing away with wide eyes and shrunken rays.

Entry not authorized. Intruders on the premises.

Words appear in his sightline, and he angrily swipes them away with rapidly flailing hands and quiet, subdued movements. Silently cursing the latency of the security systems, he backs further into his room, glancing nervously out to the stage that stands like a podium high above the padded floors below.

Suddenly he wishes that the ball bit they’ve been adding recently was finished and deep enough to hide a nine foot tall jester.

Would calling the authorities to yell at them speed up the sirens he hears across town?

Probably not.

Lost in his thoughts as he is, he seems to miss the large hand that clamps down on the stage he was previously considering throwing himself off of.

“Eclipse!” A harsh, hushed tone calls out to the frantic daycare attendant, startling him enough to make him jump and duck away to shield his head like a child having just punched their older sibling.

“Eclipse, bud- it’s me. It’s KC. Now get your ass over here!”

Eclipse unravels himself at once, scrambling over to his father as quickly as he can. Throwing aside the pride and dignity he tries vainly to cultivate in his free time, he throws himself into KC’s arms as soon as they are opened for him.

“Who are those people? Why do they have guns?!” Eclipse hisses, burying his face timidly into his father’s shoulder.

“….remember that lesson I gave you on burglars?”

“Oh my God those are burger hairs??” With a gasp, Eclipse lets out a very stupid sounding exclamation that manages to get a snort of amusement from KC.

“….um….no. Burglars, bud.”

“Oh.”

KC glances over to the door as the lock is rattled, muffled voices sounding from the other side that make a chill run through Eclipse’s body. He hides himself in his father’s protective hold.

“You said they usually want money, right?” Eclipse whispers.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a genius or something?”

“With technology! Not idiotic human tendencies!”

KC hums in response, clearly giving a sort of mockery that it cannot currently display through words. The lock rattles again, clicking noises giving Eclipse the sudden urge to run.

Then, quite abruptly, the lock turns. The door opens, creaking openly in a slow fashion that reminds Eclipse of the horror movies his father sometimes lets him watch. He can feel KC stiffen, its hold tightening.

“How many of these things are there?”

A voice amongst the shadows, smoother than the gruff, gravelly voices he remembers from the screen.

“Too many. Should we fix that?”

Did they not realize that both Eclipse and his father could hear them?

Oh, KC is going to kick their asses. It’ll probably toss them off the stage like the toys the children discard once they get bored. It’ll be that easy. Really quick, too. Then both father and son can finally get their well needed rest and prepare a critically worded demand for staff to make extra sure that security is tight all throughout the building. So many people are slacking these days!

It’s pretty disappointing, honestly.

So disappointing that Eclipse doesn’t realize when KC has set him down. So disappointing that the only thing that brings him back is the loud, sharp, metallic BANG that rings throughout his head in the most agonizing manner possible.

Then the pain moves.

His side.

Oil leaks through his clothes, soaking his attire in an inky darkness that almost seems cruel in contrast to his glittering, flashy orange uniform.

His vision blurs. He hears KC shout something, sounding furious and frantic all at once.

He’s never felt pain to this extent before. When the kids bite or kick, it can startle him and sometimes make him ache throughout the day- but this? What is this?

Sickening.

Why would a human do this? What did he do to deserve it? Did he do something wrong?

No. He’s a good Daycare Attendant.

He is. He’s good. He does what he’s told, and he does it well. He always has.

KC’s arms wrap around him once more, pulling him back with hushed words and soft reassurances, all while splattered with blood that drips down his face like tears.

Eclipse lowers his hand, gently touching the hole, letting the oil soak into his palm before he pulls his hand back to gaze at the substance that freely flows off his fingers.

He turns his head, slowly. The doorway is crowded with bodies. Bodies that still twitch and writhe, struggling to drag themselves out, fighting for an escape they will not achieve.

Something…changes. People would describe it as seeing red.

But as Eclipse pushes his father away, grabbing the closest weapon he can reach…

He sees no red. He sees quite clearly, actually.

The clearest he has ever seen.

And the gunman?

Rabid eyes are the last thing they see before everything goes black one final time.

[salverocketpkmn]

Sooooo whatcha guys up to

i do not know who your intended target with this ask was,,, but i am currently burning all these fucking shirts team rocket keeps sending us...

they are very good material for burning things,,, ive never seen a brighter fire!!!

[liliallowed]

fun headcanon.

if error tries to delete dusttales cache informing crimson that their loop is taking so much empty storage space of dead UNERAZED timelines just sitting there in the trash pile,,,

crimson Will just stick it to error and proceed to multiply the timeline by five just cuz.

yea Chara and gaster couldn't win against them. I don't think even if error pulled their soul out that they'd be defeated

"you FOOL I HAVE 70 ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS"

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