#So many dupes

[spacedoutwitch]

Making an art sacrifice to appease the RNG Gods so they'll finally let me leave the Coronet Highlands.

[ew-selfish-art]

DPxDC AU: Tim receives an interesting email from DalvCo explaining why the CEO is not to be trusted- It's an internal email and suddenly Tim is experiencing supernatural phenomena. He knows that the two events are absolutely related, but he's going to let the cutie stumble his way through data points and vague threats anyway.

(Sorry this got long lmao)

Tim is exhausted after a long night of staking out a new drug cartel with Hood (which in itself took a lot of energy from both of them to have the patience for the other- things are good, not great)... so right now he's logging into his WE email on the train to his office because he's incredibly late. And while he scrolls and contemplates the failsafes he has to make sure Tam doesn't murder him outright- he sees an unexpected email from Vladimir Masters.

Tim's curiosity is piqued, he'd thought that Vlad would have gotten the hint after Tim dismissed him at that Christmas gala a few years ago. Most people took Tim's snubbing as a fatality in the Gotham socialite scene- Most knew him to be 'an agreeable young man', and Tim's reputation had paid a small price for making Vlad's failed vibe check known to the room. The tabloids blamed it on the champagne glass he had in his hand- Has he mentioned how much he hates Vicky Vale lately??

Tim has a few stops to go and he's pretty sure that he's going to delete the email, but in sleep deprived inspiration, he decides it might as well entertain him while he waits. The letter isn't at all what he expected.

"Hello Wayne Enterprise's CEO Tim Drake, I'm sending you this letter on behalf of the entire Midwest to advise that you, under no circumstances, come into contact with or speak to the CEO of DalvCo Vlad Masters. He is underhanded and utilizes untraceable tactics to procure deals. We have reason to believe you may be targeted in the next few days and hope that you are able to take steps for your own safety to avoid Vlad Masters at all costs.

Sincerely, 👑"

Tim feels bewildered for a moment and then... Like a cat with a new toy mouse. A game was afoot! He needed to track down these hackers, he needed to be their best fucking friend (find out their secrets & Vlads) and he needed to apprehend Vlad ASAP! Untraceable tactics? Tim scoffs, but the challenge excites him.

Arriving at WE, Tam looks ready to throw a knife his way (he reminds her that Pru does it better) and states that if Vlad Masters tries to make an appointment- accept it but give him the run around. Make an appointment and continue to contest it, change it, delay it until Tim is actually ready for him. The lights start to flicker, both of them notice it.

Everytime Tim gets a second to investigate Vlad in his office, the room's temperature drops. Tim notices it, and having experienced a number of supernatural phenomena, he knows it has to be related.

Tim decides not to beat around the bush. He comes back to the office that night equipped with a Ouija board, candles and a bag of other occult accessories. He quickly finds, upon setting up, that there is now a groaning Teenager in front of him- lambasting his efforts and chastizing him for taking a meeting with Vlad. Did he not get the fuckin memo??

Tim quickly begins to ask his questions, grateful to not have to deal with the party game board, and takes diligent notes.

"Right, so, you're just a concerned citizen ghost who knows what kind of nefarious deeds Vlad gets up to, how?" ---

Danny is losing his shit. Here he is, having done all the ground work to tell this guy not to meet with Vlad and he's already got him on the schedule! Danny took a page from Technus' book and transported himself alongside the short email. He didn't get this guy at all! Tim was like, basically the same age and clearly super fucking smart, why was he acting like this was a fucking birthday gift? Scratch that, the dude has a Ouija Board- it's like a lame ass birthday party in here!

Danny cannot help himself but return to the visible spectrum and give this guy a talking to- Which, the atmosphere of a birthday party still doesn't change, for ancient's sake this guy is taking notes with a megawatt smile! He's smiling! Danny just described Vlad taking down like, three American dynasties and the dude is nodding his head along gleefully.

Then suddenly, Danny realizes that he might be on the chopping block. Tim asks his first question and it's not about Vlad at all.

"Er, yeah. Just a concerned ghost citizen." Danny cringes.

"Right, and that's why you hacked into the Mayor of your town's email... Right Tucker?"

Danny blanches, not because the guy knew about Amity Park, but because apparently Tucker's online persona had been compromised. SHIT.

"Uh, I'm not Tucker." Danny attempts to lie- why was he so bad at lying again?!

"Of course you aren't, he's currently playing doomed, but it would have been smart to take the out I offered you. Do you want to tell me your name or do you want me to throw out another random guess? You should know that I've done my homework."

"...It's Danny."

"Certainly not Danny Fenton? Who is, sorry to say it, heir to DalvCo? The same one who totally doesn't have a school record of absences equivalent to well documented town hauntings?"

"Yep." Danny cringes, and giving up the goat, transforms back into his human self, "But seriously dude, you can't meet with Vlad. He'll just... take it all."

Tim blinks at him a few times, and his cheeks flush. Danny desperately tries to ignore that response as well as his own (he knows his ears are red, sue him).

"Right. Well, how would you like an internship? First order of business would be meeting with me and my PA Tam and helping us play ball." The guy has a feral grin. The grin kind of scares Danny, it definitely annoys him and a small part of him is curiously charmed.

"Dude you're not hearing me-" Danny tries before being cut off.

"Yeah yeah, supernatural bullshit is involved, Got that." Tim waves him off. Okay never mind, not charmed at all, Danny is completely annoyed.

"I swear to all the ancients-" Danny has to stop himself to calm down, "Dude consider yourself fucking haunted. I'm not helping you with a suicide mission to talk to the creep and I will be making your ass miserable for deciding to go down this path."

"Is that a promise?" Tim is basically batting his eyelashes at Danny and Danny is desperately trying to ignore that.

"Bet." And then he goes invisible.

"That's cute, pretending to leave me." Tim smirks and Danny can't help but let out an exasperated groan.

As it turns out, Tim is incredibly difficult to spook and his normal haunting methods are not fucking working. Has this guy just, like, seen every single horror movie?

----

Tim knows this is going to be fun, even if it means not going out as Red Robin for a while... Maybe he should get back into his night photography and give the guy a chance to enhance the creepiness of Gotham? Maybe start going to restaurants alone and get the guy to join him at a secluded two person table? Tim has plans on plans on plans.

[beanie-twink]

Also PLEASE don’t blame all Americans for this. So many of us voted for Kamala. We don’t want this. We worked hard to fight against these republicans. We’re afraid for our lives. The trump presidency the first time around nearly killed a lot of us. I don’t know if I can do it again.

[zerozeroren]

For the Outfit Meme - Ahiru in E1, Fakir in E2 (its giving me STRONG Swashbuckler vibes), or F1 on Uzura. I want to believe these are just their Halloween outfits they dressed up in. (you are not obligated to draw them all I just purely picked these based on vibes & to give ya some choices!!)

[musee-de-muse]

The Great Lie

DWC November 2024

Day 2: Eternal/Deceit

OC: Calinirra, Man'ari Eredar

@daily-writing-challenge

A beautiful lie is still that – a lie.

And one might think that after years unknowable... that the shame of once having believed in such a beautiful lie would fade – and it does!

Or so I had thought.

One can adapt to anything, with time – one can forget hearth and home, and grow accustomed to chaos, and hate and destruction. It was all for a greater purpose, after all. We were a chosen people, were we not? So adept in our craft, that we should be considered to serve alongside one such as Sargeras in his laborious duty.

And our most respected elders – the wisest among us, the most revered? They saw the wisdom in it – or at least two-thirds of them did, and that was enough for most of us, in the end... or rather, in the beginning. They told us that the Prophet was a fool – he didn't see what was right before us. Opportunity does not knock twice. His cowardice would only hold us back - such were the reassurances.

How could we not embrace what was to come?

But millennia of victory meant nothing, now. All that life lost. All those planets desecrated. All those souls consumed, or twisted, or sent to the Nether, or the Shadowlands... all those planets full of peoples slain, or converted or consumed – for what, now?

I don't know what I feel. I am a demon – that much is true, and always will be. And while that's not quite what we were told would happen to us... the vast swathes of time I've spent as what I am? Have not always been terrible. I delighted in what I became, in time – that is the very nature of what I became. How could I not indulge in destruction - would you reprimand a fire for burning?

But now... after a time unknowable in the Nether – after countless worlds have been sundered – the grand Crusade was over. Their leader gone, the lies proven false. The cost sunk – one would have thought.

But opportunity does not knock twice, so when the Alliance came calling... well, my work in the Legion had begun to chafe, with my loss of rank, and subsequent re-assignment. Little more than an attack dog for another, my skills wasted and my power chained – why wouldn't I trade that hateful existence on another's leash for some sort of fresh start... any fresh start?

It had all been a grand, eternal lie – and in the end, I didn't even have the power, or the clout I once held... so why not? I'm a creature of chaos, and opportunity, after all – and wouldn't it be a bit... funny?

Wouldn't it be a gas – to walk among them, to watch them whisper feverishly, and quiver with repressed fear, or loathing... or a little something else... and be able to do nothing about it? To know that their precious Alliance had welcomed her – she, one of the Legion's elite – to roam their cobbled streets. She, who - with the very blades at her hips – had perhaps even taken the lives of friends and loved ones of the very people in this city. I - who so excelled at my craft as to become a Faithbreaker of such skill and renown that even when I 'stepped on the wrong hoof'... they hadn't killed me – I'd been, instead, assigned to the ill-fated “Damned Cohort” to suffer.

I answered to a cruel master with this assignment, and became little more than a tool for the Legion... an attack dog on a short leash; I became a part of a squad of those who had earned the ire of their betters, and were now forced to take the harshest of assignments. And if permanent death met them during as much? So be it.

But not anymore. Now... the attack dog was free – and had no idea what that actually meant, as her new 'home' was the one place she'd been trying to destroy for years beyond counting.

[oconist]

galex + this post

Caroline Walker Bynum, Women Mystics and Eucharistic Devotion in the Thirteenth Century / Nicole Homer, Pecking Order / Caroline Walker Bynum, Holy Feast and Holy Fast / Romeo Oriogun, The Origin of Butterflies

[officrnolen]

posting this at 1am lol but i will finally put down a mains call. this is it. i don't think i'll ever do exclusives here but yeah, mains!! basically you get the priority of plots / asks / etc

[jayktoralldaylong]

Am I the only one wondering how Montressor ever got ordained as a priest? Like they couldn't have been _that_ desperate in Texas. 😅

Who exactly saw that guy and believed that he'd be the Lord's faithful servant. The gigoglo gig aside, Montressor never takes off his cross. I noticed it in the newer chapter. He even wears it to bed. Is that a satire on false Christians? Does he actually believe he's holy and righteous and doing the Lord's work? Or can he just not let go of a life he once wanted and can no longer have.....? Deep Montressor thoughts.

[miciiq]

Reaching for the Heights Tenma Tsukasa 4* Card

Trained:

[creepyscritches]

Getting an adulthood diagnosis for something that's been present since early childhood is sooooo fucking 👁️👁️ there's catharsis sure yeah but the struggle comes from trying to forgive your child self for failures you weren't really having.

Anyway shout out to my autoimmune girlies. Who else got shamed for early childhood cavities and expensive adolescent surgeries only to find out as an adult you are full of mouth-ruining antibodies lol. Girlies who else is unpacking their "chronic illness bad teeth = shameful moral failing" buuuullshit? Anyway I'm still trying to save $16,000 to fix fucked teeth I thought I brought on myself, but only discovered in 2023 were due to medical study candidate levels of sjogrens antibodies and severely medically mismanaged sle 🤪

[arolesbianism]

GUYS.

New dupe real! Also new pod????? Olivia is that you girlie speak to me

[compacflt]

what are bradley’s earliest memories of ice and mav? the bits of his perspective on them that you’ve written are so fascinating

fairly unsurprising answer but: ice: when he came to see Carole to apologize for killing goose in ch 2 of wwgattai (sets the tone of their relationship)

mav: something very benign like mav doing magic tricks for him as a little little kid. you know how your earliest memories are always a little fuzzy and always afternoon sunshine? imagine a desaturated maverick sitting crosslegged in the grass in pale afternoon southern california sunshine showing Bradley how he can detach his thumb from his hand and then put it back again. no blood, no bone, no pain, and he’s got this daredevil grin like he’s enjoying separating his thumb from his hand. can’t see his eyes behind his aviators. the best magicians are the ones who can make even their pain disappear. or, playing “got your nose,” holding Bradley’s nose up so he can see it right in front of his very eyes, NO PAIN!, and then making it disappear. “where’d your nose go, Gosling? oh, my gosh, I lost your nose!! how’re you gonna smell? i bet you’re gonna smell bad. get it? get it? —here it is, i found it, don’t worry, it’s all good!” and putting his nose back so everything’s ok. that’s Bradley’s earliest memory of mav.

[serandipity]

⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays? + ⚡ What are the good sides with duplicates?

⚓️- references to previous threads that establish continuity are always fun! Makes it feel less like bite sized moments and more like actual collaborative story telling.

⚡️- so. Many. Au. Potentials. Twin AU? Dope. Clone Au? BIG BRAINED? ‘I’m you from an alternate universe and WORSE’ GIGA FLARE CHAD MOVE.

[weenhands]

i don’t understand people that constantly purchase stuff at sephora

[i-c-u-p]

looking at chicken smoothie salt blogs as a casual player

[hitsugaya-toushirou]