#broken building

[chaotic-orphan]

Noble Consequences

“You see now?” Villain yelled across the street, a building levelled behind them. Smoke and dust partially obscuring them from moment to fleeting moment. They were panting, twin trails of blood making lines down one side of their face. They stepped forward, or more, limped forward, their usually pristine coat in tatters.

Superhero watched them move, only very distantly aware of the sirens in the distance and the chaos on the street. Unlike Villain they were frozen in place, looking at the place behind Villain, at the rubble, at— at Hero’s apartment block. Their mind couldn’t comprehend that fact. It wouldn’t let them, certain that their brain would crumble as quickly as the bricks and foundation of the apartment block did. Destroyed right in front of their eyes.

“You can’t save them,” Villain screamed, still hobbling over to Superhero’s statue-like form. “They don’t care about you, or me, or anybody or anything!”

Superhero’s mouth opened, as if to reply, but any words escaped them. Surely… surely Hero wasn’t home at the time, surely… they were alright. Somewhere else. Far from here, having coffee or dinner or something. Something normal, living people did.

Villain was in front of Superhero, grabbing their shirt in both hands and shaking them. “Supervillain is a monster,” Villain howled, voice broken and filled with heartache and fury and pain. Superhero’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, struggling to work properly. “Look at what your kindness did! Look at where your second chances got us! Hero is dead because of you.”

“No,” Superhero mumbled, the words clogging their throat as they shook their head. “No… no, no, no, no. Hero is… Hero’s not—”

“We have to kill them, Superhero.”

Superhero tore their gaze from the rubble to Villain in front of them. “W—what?”

“We have to kill Supervillain, or they won’t stop.”

Superhero bristled, putting a hand over Villain’s and pulling them off, stepping back and their legs buckled and hit the floor. “No… no, no. No, no,” Superhero repeated, like a fucking tape stuck on loop.

Villain dropped to their knees with Superhero, supporting them as they fell. Thick wet tears rolled quickly down Superhero’s face as the first firetruck pulled up onto the scene.

Villain grabbed Superhero’s face, tilting it to face Villain again. “We have to kill them, Superhero. Promise me.”

Superhero didn’t respond.

Villain shook their head again and screamed in a guttural, heartbroken voice: “promise me you won’t stand in my way. For Hero… they…”

A sob ripped from Villain’s throat cut them off and once they started, Villain couldn’t get them to stop. Their grip on Superhero loosened as they fell forwards, loud, pained cries of agony wracking their body as they wept.

Superhero wrapped their arms around Villain and let them cry on their shoulder, holding them tightly, like Hero would’ve if they—

Superhero blinked, and sniffed and said: “okay, Villain. We do it your way.”

[ai-dump]

a structure with many large pieces on it, in the style of twisted futurism, deteriorated, experimental formations, monumental vistas, dark white and silver, dark sky-blue and light gray, photo taken with provia --ar 103:224 --v 5 --iw 1 --ar 4:5 --s 500 --c 20

[kikker-oma]

Art for Chapter 1 of "Travel Through the Darkness" by @mariasparrow ! (Also happy late birthday🎉)

Hope you like it❤️

[literaryvein-reblogs]

When are you updating the masterlists? No rush tho! 😊

All edited :)

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[florwal]

haven springs (minimal cc)

inspired by life is strange: true colors

LOT INFO:

50x40 lot (totter park in copperdale)

lot type: generic

everything but the florist + dispensary are shells

*cc included but also requires basemental drugs*

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[selkra-souza]

The delorix, now with retractable claws on their pedipalps. Good for peeling fruit and scratching the faces off people they don't like.

[bsptourist]

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[aardvaark]

i was thinking about how i wished leverage had a birthday episode for some of the characters cause that would be sweet, but then i realised something and basically…. okay here’s my thoughts in quotes form, just for fun

hardison: so when’s your birthday? i could plan something for us and the team to do and-

parker: i dont know

hardison: you don’t know… your own birthday?

parker: no, how would i know? pshh, cmon, you’re telling me you remember EXACTLY when you were born? watch this - hey, eliot, do you know your exact birth date?

eliot, innocently passing by, who was canonically anonymously dropped off at a hospital as an infant: no, how would i know?

parker: that’s what i said!

hardison: excuse me?? what is going on right now

sophie, walking into the apartment: whats wrong?

hardison: parker and eliot- well, okay, when’s your birthday? i just have to prove something.

sophie: …….july 12th

hardison: why did you pause? wait, is that your birthday or sophie devereaux’s birthday?

sophie: ………… (guilty silence)

parker: see, no one knows their real birthday! haha you’re so weird sometimes, hardison

hardison:

hardison: what the fuck guys

[cremsie]

Deep apologies for commissioners rn because I may be a bit slow this month

If only because literally everything in our apartment is breaking this week and my weekend has just been full of repairmen and figuring things out

[collectorsneker]

Behold…

Lego ninjago Airjitzu temple for only $100

[katsutacle]

Old habits die hard

[anticidic]

...22!Dazai not only revisiting Bar Lupin and reminiscing on the past and what once was (+what he once had) but also revisiting the arcade he and Chuuya used to go to when they were 15. He sits in the same seat and plays the same fighting game against a bot.

He wins, predictably, because he also remembers how he had too much time on his hands and would goof off from his mafia responsibilities to hang out at the arcade. Getting under Chuuya's skin at that time was just a plus.

So he wins, a congratulatory message pops up on his screen and he excitedly shouts, 'I win, again!' before it sinks in and he remembers that the seat across from him is empty and no one's getting in his face arguing about how it was a fluke.

...not realizing that Chuuya also does the same thing in his downtime once in a while with the free time he gets, because Chuuya remembers Dazai rubbing it in his face about how he won, how he's indebted to Dazai, doomed to become a dog. He's spent his time getting better at the fighting game also remembering that when they were still teens that he demanded a rematch and Dazai promised one, but it never came before Dazai defected

They both go to that same arcade, they just happen to keep missing each other.

[puretopia]

Converting Glimmerbrook's old academy of magic building into apartments for all my occult sims to live in since that world is SO ridiculously small.

[etoilesombre]

idk who needs to hear it but

Well, that's the trick, isn't it? If no one remembers a time before there was an England, then no one can imagine a time after it. The empire survives in part because we believe its survival to be inevitable. But it isn't. And they know that. That's why they're so terrified of you and I. If we were able to take Nassau, if we are able to expose the illusion that England is not inevitable, if we are able to incite a revolt that spreads across the New World... then, yeah... I imagine people are gonna notice.

[mistfallengw2]

Learning quickness builds is quick and easy, they said

[psygull-arts]

It looks like the lock is broken. I can't open it.

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