#The Six Senses
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*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*
Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?
Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.
Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?
Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-
Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?
Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.
Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?
Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-
Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…
Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.
Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!
Spider-Man:….
Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.
Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?
Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!
Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?
Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-
Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!
#they now think he’s some homeless orphan fighting crime cause it’s the only thing he has#my fav hc are the villains earlier in spideys career are completely against harming kids#so to figure out the hero of New York was like a child they plan to torture before unmasking and killing is well#not great on their minds and little sense of morality#I wanted to write a fic about this but ao3 is dead so take this flash dialogue fic instead#I need to sleep for work#doc ock#sinister six#doctor octopus#otto octavius#the sandman#flint marko#the rhino#Alexei Sytsevich#the shocker#herman schultz#electro#maxwell dillon#the vulture#adrian toomes#peter parker#spider-man#spiderman
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It didn’t matter how long or short you were apart, Simon always brought something back for you
After each and every one of his deployments, though all you ever asked for was for him to return to you in one piece, he would find you a small souvenir, a token, a postcard, or some sort of little trinket from whichever corner of the glove he found himself in this time, keeping it near and dear to him until his feet were back on familiar ground and he could put it in your familiar hands
You had told him that it wasn’t necessary, but when he simply blinked and ask you if it made you happy, your reply was an instantaneous ‘yes’, to which he replied ‘then yes, it is necessary’
You loved and treasured all of them, multiple shelves throughout your shared flat adorned with the items that reminded you of the fact that he was always being reminded of you wherever he went
It didn’t take very long for Simon to become enamoured with your reactions each time he presented you with his newest find, wondering if whatever he picked out would make you gasp and cover your mouth, make you roll your eyes and smirk, make you laugh and squeeze his arm, each time was a guessing game that had his heart skipping a beat or two in anticipation
Soon enough, he decided he didn’t really need deployments as an excuse to surprise you, or any reason really, other than to see you smile
And so, trips to the supermarket made by Simon alone more often than not began including cupcakes in your favourite flavour
He’d come back from the mailbox and drop a single flower from someone else’s garden onto the table in front of you
Your nearly finished perfumes and lipsticks would magically find themselves replenished
But being Simon, his gifts didn’t always need to be extravagant
On the rarer occasions when he was only on base for a day, he’d often bring you back something simpler, if not sillier, like a paper clip or a sticky note with a terribly drawn doodle he’d stick to your forehead (god forbid he ever bring home a bullet casing, bragging about how he was thinking about you while he practiced shooting loads today-)
Sometimes he’d bring home a book he saw laying around the common room he thought you might enjoy
Other times he might walk into a room and notice you eyeing the hoodie he’s wearing, pulling it over his head without hesitation and offering it to you before you could even think to ask
Most of the time though, Simon was great at bringing home takeaway for dinner, a favourite sight of yours to behold as he walked through the door of the flat
Empty handed or not, so long as he was home with you , you were happy
#quick lil drabble to feed you lovelies while i work on pt six of wife at first sight and the stalker fluff fic because i heard yall#quick as in wrote it in less than twenty minutes didn’t proofread really hoping my brain makes sense#love yall#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#call of duty fic#simon ghost riley#simon riley#cod fanfic#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#cod simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty ghost#cod simon riley#simon riley fluff#simon fluff#cod fluff#cod x reader#simon ghost riley fluff#simon ghost riley x you#readwritealldayallnight
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|sensitive| and lil tentacles
just a thing... just mermaid au
Wukong doesn't tell Liu Er anything about his peculiarities, despite the fact that he talks a lot
It's a miracle Liu Er didn't kick the mermaid (yet) (maybe if bro had a knife, the kill-or-be-killed reflex would kick in)
*from this point on, it's not a drama about love, but an attempt to tell the mermaid how people behave with their partners
#lmk king of the seas hum!au#lmk#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#sun wukong#monkey king#six eared macaque#lmk macaque#humanization#lmk au#shadowpeach#actually Wukong really did try to eat him#in another sense#I guess...
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SILVER BLAZE PART THREE - happy jonkday everyone. one of these days i'll draw a scene that doesn't take place at night
#sherlock & co#sherlock and co#love when they quote acd holmes#a couple notes: i think i probably made sherlock more excitable than he actually is in this scene#its my opinion that he smiles more than we're giving him credit for but mostly i just needed to make the comic dynamic#and the thought of sherlock excitedly shaking watson was rly funny so. i did that. creative freedom#2. love that u can hear him stimming here i love him so muchhhh#3. the implication that sherlock sat and watched 6 hours. SIX HOURS of totally silent footage#and thought to himself 'hm...that was a bit quiet. TOO quiet...better wake my podcaster'#SENDS me#4. what on earth happens after this scene. does he just leave without elaborating.#anyway theyre fun to draw so thats overriding my sense that im being really annoying rn#im sooo sorry ;0;#5. yeah john has it all. freckles. stretch makes. body hair. scars. mwah#patsart
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y'all. if you view the crows as a friend group hanging out together — any modern au basically — then don't you dare portray kaz as the one who doesn't want to be with them/always is the "why am I here" option.
no. he's the leader. he's making plans. he might get super grumpy but only because ppl are ignoring his super duper hang out ideas (that may or may not include a casual heist)
#correction — you have free will to portray him as u wish ofc#i just think it makes more sense for him to be the organiser of the group tm#shadow and bone#six of crows#kaz brekker#soc
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Something about how Nina created the fake plague in Ketterdam and she made the siren sound and how when it starts ringing Kaz says it wails like the piercing cry of a woman in mourning and when Matthias dies Nina screams and the scream scratches against the empty place where her heart used to be something something
#does this make sense?#who knows#crooked kingdom spoilers#six of crows#crooked kingdom#grishaverse#leigh bardugo#nina zenik#kaz brekker#matthias helvar#helnik#inej ghafa#wylan van eck#jesper fahey#Soc meta#grishaverse meta#save the grishaverse#save six of crows#save shadow and bone#six of crows spin off
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kneeling is a broad term for what ghost does with price
surrendering is slightly more accurate but even that doesn’t hope to touch the sheer desperation in the way he clutches at him; his body bowed low at his feet, his legs latched around one of his, hugging it so tightly to his chest his arms shake as he digs his face into his thigh
it’s only here that he can finally give in to the screaming; to the distant voice he strangles into silence every day of his life. the one who begs him to make himself as small as possible; do everything he can to hide from the ever encroaching demons growling and salivating at his heels
it’s only here, in the dark of price’s barracks, hidden by a bed at his back and a wall to his front, that he finally lets himself stop running; only between solid combat boots and worn fatigues does he let himself tremble and admit to the choking fear
he’d break open price’s chest if he could; crawl past his gushing viscera and curl up under his ribs, hidden in the warm dark
ghost clawed his way out of the grave with broken nails and gritted teeth but he wouldn’t mind being buried again if it meant being cradled in the safety of price’s insides. his warm blood and soft lungs would blanket him, mask the stench of his rotten flesh until he could even convince himself that, maybe, he too was still alive
he shifts, unnerved by his own longing, and price runs his hand over the crown of his mask the same way he’d card it through his hair until he settles once more
he grounds him over the long hours it takes for his white-knuckled grip to relax into a loose hold; for his face to stop grinding into the meat of his thigh and simply rest in his lap, his bracketing legs the only thing holding his lax body up as he floats, untethered by fear
#who up babygirling they ghost#ghost rejecting all vulnerability until he physically can’t suppress it any more#so he does the only thing he can#he goes to his captain#the one person who can make him feel small and protected#i nearly made this ghoap bc i know its more popular but i just write ghost so different when hes with price#he has a different kind of vulnerability with his than he does with soap at least in my canon#price gives him a different sense of safety; not only that hes watching his six but so much so that ghost doesnt need to be on guard at all#nothing will get past price#hes too stalwart; an unbroken pillar of strength#theres history there that he just doesnt have with soap#priceghost just hits different#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#priceghost#ghostprice#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#price cod#john price#captain john price#cod fic#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod modern warfare#save post
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I'm not even gonna lie to you, Kaz Brekker is the one that made me finally understand how the stock market works
#people tried explaining it on so many occasions#it never made any sense#then this kid comes in going on about the silos and everything just clicks#the kaz brekker effect#kaz brekker#six of crows#shadow and bone#grishaverse#crooked kingdom#ruin and rising#siege and storm#wylan hendriks#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#inej ghafa#nina zenik#matthias helvar#kanej#wesper#helnik#leigh bardugo#save shadow and bone#zoyalai#malina#safyk#tamadia
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“five crows for silver, six crows for gold” something something symbolism something something kaz naming his new club the silver six
#HEAR ME OUT#like. matthias is still there#but there are only 5 crows left#okay are you picking up what i’m putting down#does this make sense#six of crows#kaz brekker#matthias helvar#soc#callaclysm’s library of unstructured thoughts
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spreading the boone/courier six agenda
#fallout new vegas#fallout#courier 6#courier six#fnv#craig boone#arcade gannon#boonesix#this is for a very specific hc in my brain that boone gets jealous over the courier flirting with arcade#so if this doesn't make sense#that's why
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I cant't remember where exacly it was, but I remember this quote from house md, more of a joke, but also with some character lore, described here
edit it's a joke from family guy im a moron
#dont look at me#arcade gannon#not my finest work#fallout new vegas#vels spolski#thinly veiled homoposting#i just wanted him take off the labcoat#and more arcade in żonobijka#chonc🙏#i know the old fort tents are different#also the coat and the bed dont make sense but im just blind#my art#courier six#courier 6#aaand i forgot the pipboy again fuck#i still struggle very much with side profile of the head
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If I had a nickel for every time Netflix cancelled a perfectly good show without any GODDAMN reason, I WOULD BE FUCKING RICH
#six of crows#shadow and bone#julie and the phantoms#first kill#1899#sense 8#anne with an e#lockwood & co#i am sure there a many more#inside job#they deserved better#Netflix
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my theory for soc 3 is that it's gonna open with a zoyalai wedding, and the crows are just there cause nikolai likes them, and then someone fucks up and then the plot actually starts.
#then if another crow dies i'll just try and think of this and feel not at all better but also a bit happy at the same time???#i know fully well that i make no sense#grishaverse#six of crows#six of crows 3#save shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov#zoya nazyalensky#zoyalai#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#matthias helvar#nina zenik
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I think it says something that Jimmy absolutely destroyed the crew and ship in half the time Curly was captain. Like he couldn’t even get them past 2 full months before breaking down.
Like he really couldn’t be half the man he thought Curly was.
#like I think it’s crazy cause the whole trip from when we start the game is like 6 months#they are only six months into the trip post crash it’s why getting help was so futile#they had to survive another 6-7 with almost no resources sense most actual food resources where blocked off or destroyed#I see people saying they were surviving for six months after the crash or at least five but it’s only two#they were on the ship for 4 months before hand like the time frames we play are extremely small in retrospect#it’s like what 187 days when we get into the game? that’s about 6 months total#like I’m sorry this is also about peop saying Anya was liek 5 months pregnant but I think a big point is the assault just happened and Curly#didn’t react to it correct initially cause like have you seen someone whose 5 months pregnant? Anya is clearly not even with artistic l#liberty like 2 months is perfect because it’s literally like the time when you confirm the pregnancy is stable and can feel the first signs#of life which is why she was getting worse and worse cause it was getting to the point she couldn’t hide it from Swansea and Daisuke and Jim#he already knew but imagine him seeing her with a stomach? he’d lose it completely#it was just showing signs of life hence the ultrasound and horse fetus and the heart beat#like the minimum time is around 8-10 weeks which is two months like the two months is super intentional both in accordance to what he did#and the time before hand#mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#captain curly#nurse anya
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Had a dc x dp brain worm, feel free to use as a prompt <3
Sidenote, I decided to get fancy with the Ancients titles because of course I did lol
Shifting Where = Space (Danny)
Eternal When = Time (Clockwork)
Ever Onward = Speedforce (Ellie)
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Bruce watched the footage again.
And again.
Again.
It didn’t make sense.
A week ago every television, radio, computer, phone - even the LED billboards - had been taken over to deliver a message. Across the United States. In every territory it held. Every military base. Down in the depths of the oceans where American submarines tried to creep past Atlantian patrols. In the endless cold white of Antarctica. Even far above in the International Space Station. Any place the United States Government had control over, any place one of its citizens found themselves. There was the message.
The face of an entity, human in shape but not in form. Hair as gleaming white as starlight, eyes bright as the twisting dance of the Aurora Borealis, skin as cold and blue as the tail of a comet. The entity wore armor as black as the depths of space with a crown to match, the later glinting and shifting with the twisting birth and death of galaxies. A cloak of nebulae danced down his shoulders, eclipsing the world beyond the entity entirely.
He named himself, jaw tight, expression serious.
High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms.
The Shifting Where. Son of the Eternal When. Father of the Ever Onward. His Epitaphs many and ever growing. The True Balance. The Bridge Between. The Devourer of Dark. The Last Child of Between. The Great One.
King of the Dead. King of the Infinite Worlds. King of so much more than Bruce had ever even known was possible.
King who had declared war. Who marshaled his endless armies. Who spoke of warnings, of efforts to reach a peace, of trying again and again and again to find a way to not plunge into violence and bloodshed. All things living come to call him King in time, he had no want or need to go out and hurry that along. But there were no options left to him now. He had tried for peace. He had been denied.
He would not see his people suffer any longer. Would not see those he’d sworn to lead and protect imprisoned by fools who had sworn themselves enemies to all the afterlives. Would no longer permit the vicious cruelty to continue.
The message was a final warning.
A final offer.
Three days, Phantom said. The United States government would have three days to release their prisoners, to begin the process of dismantling the laws that made death itself an illegal act.
If they refused, he would lead his endless armies personally in the war to come.
It had not been an idle threat.
Three days after the message, after Bruce and the rest of the Justice League scrambled to try and figure out just what it was it was all about, after Justice League Dark’s members shakily took turns explaining just how powerful the being that had gave that message was and how much danger the world was in should he and his armies march upon their world, war came.
Of all places, it began in a town in Illinois.
The sky shattered like broken glass above, Lazarus Green beyond, and the Dead poured out.
It started in Illinois.
It did not end there.
Bruce watched the footage of it all, eyes burning as he watched every second of CCTV footage, every shaky phone camera video, every news broadcast.
Most of them looked human enough. Changed in death, but recognizably human once. A pair of glowing teenagers on a motorcycle, a writhing shadow twisting about at their command sweeping chaos upon the battlefield. A young woman dressed to perform with hair a literal flame, burning bright blue and snapping furiously as she played devastation upon her enemies with her guitar. A child with corpse gray skin and luminescent green hair, flickering in and out of Bruce’s ability to see as if fighting against a law of existence to be visible, screaming orders to a skeleton crew from his place on deck of a 1700s ship that sailed through the sky, disappearing into clouds before raining down attacks from above.
There was more. Glowing skeletons dressed in the fashions of war spanning every culture going back millennia. Robots with weapons far beyond the technology they had even in the League. Creatures of myth and legend. Things of nightmares.
Leading them all, as he had promised, was Phantom.
He looked younger, smaller. Just a boy, really, a gangly teenager that hadn’t quite finished growing into himself. One holding power beyond anything Bruce could ever imagine, but still just a child as far as he could see, no older than Tim who’d just graduated high school. Frantic research found Phantom appearing as far back as human history, but those sightings had to have been after his death. Bruce can’t help but wonder how young the boy had been when he died, how much of that youth still clung to him through all these eons.
It wasn’t something he’d let him self consider normally, not with something like this.
A dangerous unknown appearing without warning and attacking with unimaginable power and seemingly endless forces. It was something that would normally eclipse everything else. Something that would make Bruce put aside the ache at seeing a face so young twisted in rage.
But.
He watched all the footage.
Civilians were put in the crossfire. Were shot at and endangered. Were left terrified and scrambling for safety in buildings that were rapidly being torn away by stray artillery.
But never by Phantom or his armies.
The dead, in fact, went very far out of their way to ensure civilians weren’t harmed. Sweeping people up out of the way of falling debris. Shielding them from attacks that would have most certainly killed a normal human. Some dead even helped evacuate, ushering a frightened and panicked populous to safety as gently as they were capable of. Some of the less human creatures - giant bear-like beings with horns and fangs and ice edging their burly frames - even rushed forward to offer medical aid.
When the sky shattered open and the armies of the dead swept in, they ignored the town below. They focused instead on what was discovered later to be the base of a secretive government agency. The dead’s fight focused on those individuals in sharp white suits, bearing weapons capable of actually injuring King Phantom’s people.
It was these agents that brought the fight to the streets to Amity Park. That fired recklessly and without thought or care to the casualties they could inflict. That didn’t seem to care if they killed a hundred civilians if it meant hurting just one of Phantom’s soldiers.
Bruce watched all the footage.
And again.
Again.
Phantom had declared war.
Phantom spoke in his message of being out of options, of attempting peace. Phantom gave three days time for the release of captives. Phantom lead armies who fought viciously but never once willingly harmed civilians.
Phantom declared war, but he didn’t want it.
“Amanda Waller has reached out.”
Bruce didn’t turn his attention from the screens before him, eyes burning as he followed Phantom as the King dove away from the middle of locked combat to shield a child from a pulse of green energy from something like a grenade another agent in white had carelessly thrown. The child was crying but unharmed. The left pauldron of Phantom’s armor cracked and shattered from a direct shot from the enemy he’d just been fighting that he’d turned his back on, a glowing green liquid uncomfortably like Lazarus Water dripped down from a smoldering wound.
Clark stepped up to stand beside him as he watched, face worn and tired. The League had missed the first battle, but they’d been quick to appear at the rest. Phantom and his army ignored them unless they put themselves purposefully in the way of the fight. They were, as Justice League Dark had warned, vastly out powered by the entities fighting. A hulking giant knight made of shadow riding a nightmarish steed had driven Clark six feet down into the dirt when he’d attempted to make his way to Phantom directly to try and talk to the king.
The depth Clark had ended up felt like a warning of what would happen if he tried to get close to the king again.
It probably was.
“She said they have intel for us.” A faint twitch of fingers, jaw clenching, voice flat in that way that told Bruce his old friend was fighting back anger with everything he had. “That she has options for how to deal with the insurgence.”
Bruce shut off the monitors.
He’d seen enough.
Now was time to get answers to just what, exactly, Amanda Waller and the US government had done to cause the Dead to rise and rage.
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Part Two Part Three Part Four
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#bruce wayne#clark kent#danny fenton#amanda waller#ghost king danny#ghost zone goes to war#space core danny#ancient of space danny#i'm gonna make ancient of the speedforce Elle a thing if it kills me lol#it just fits so well#Bruce's dad senses are tingling#Fright Knight might have been able to bat Clark away but if Bruce gets within a 100ft of Danny it's game over#Bat-Adoption Papers deployed#BatFam up a new member (or three or six)#Amanda Waller is not going to be as persuasive as she thinks she's going to be when it comes to getting the JL onboard with her plans
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the mourn watch background gives you such a GIFT in having other characters notice and call out on-screen that rook code switches like a motherfucker. the whiplash of hearing my snarky 'heeey I'm just a little guy! :>' funnyman rook speak the heightened ritualized phrases of the mourn watch with perfect seriousness and gravity completely naturally and/or break into an academic tone that can keep up with emmrich at the drop of a hat never stops giving me such endless delight. truly their real mind is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside some hideous mourn watch casual wear
#that last one was just for comedic purposes rye would NEVER wear the mourn watch casual wear willingly#he hated the new livery so much he hoarded every pair of the older watcher robes he could hunt down so they'd tide him over#in the hopes that the next uniform design would be less awful. he is a fancyboy at heart. he should be wearing so many earrings#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#oc: Ellaryen Ingellvar#A Watcher's work is never done#rye's whole deal is half built on the feeling of 'we've had a lot of fun here today folks. but at the end of the day I have given my oath#and I mean to fulfil it. so either help me do that or get out of my fucking way' that sort of naturally rises out of this contrast#and everyone who has for a moment doubted his complete seriousness and sincerity about it so far has ended up much deeper#than six feet under by the end of it all haha#I've found I've actually been able to build a really good sense of character here (with some reloading to see different options#to be sure lol I am a control freak) -- mixing in a stoic response in certain situations for example can inform so much with so little#and the contrast works out to be so much greater.#just this sense of a layer of levity and awkwardness on top of an immense and unflinching seriousness#that sometimes shines through. it's uh. it's been really good for me
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