#im not normal about the angst
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dinemunyu · 1 year ago
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so.
Spoilers for trimax (again)-- if you want to relive the pain, please please read this fic by @ohtyr. This doesn't do justice to the fic; i promise it hurts a lot more it's almost cathartic like,, im so normal about the angst
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reichurine · 4 months ago
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bodyswap au but a bit of a sad take oops, pt3
pt2 here
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wandixx · 28 days ago
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I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.
Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.
So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.
For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance
Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dude™
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blabberoo · 6 months ago
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Wholesome dump :)
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cringefail-clown · 11 months ago
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look how much you've grown
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ashtxeman · 2 months ago
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Oh General John MacNamara I love you and your imperfections. I love you and your cigarette addiction that you've tried desperately to quit and failed at every time. I love how that addiction started because of the guilt over Wilbur and developed into an unhealthy coping mechanism for any form of guilt or stress. I love you and your violent thoughts that you refuse to acknowledge because you hold your dignity and your honour so close to you and you're afraid any form of negativity and harm you express will destroy the reputation you've built for yourself and show everyone how broken you actually are. I love you and your constant fear that you aren't doing good enough pushing you to overwork yourself, making you constantly exhausted and stressed, creating an awful cycle of torment. I love you and your denial over how demanding your childhood was because you don't want the positive sentiments you hold for your father to be destroyed because it's all you really have left of him. I love how you're just a complete mess but insist you aren't because you don't want to make anybody worried or upset and you'd die for so many people but hope to God nobody would ever die for you, because it happened once and it completely broke you.
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arthur-lesters-spinal-cord · 2 months ago
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…well its better than the alternative
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deepspace-nasty · 8 months ago
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imagine being gale's roommate / friends with benefits during his blackstaff days, before he gets with mystra. just thinkin about a 20 somethin year old gale, still experimenting with everything, but more cocky than ever. he is on a first name basis with the goddess of magic after all, he deserves to be a little cocky. him getting so frustrated one night at his classes, he asks you if its ok that you two use each other for "stress relief". you agree, and that night you have the best orgasm of your life thus far.
and for a while it's just that - quick romps after tests in your dorm room, drunk make out sessions on the couch after one too many at the yawning portal, and, rarely, sex where you both slow down and take in each other's bodies and noting what gets the other going.
but then something shifts - maybe gale and mystra are finally together at this point, and she doesn't like sharing her lovers. you think its fine, you weren't more than just friends anyway.
but then it hits you one night, while your only companion for the night is a near empty bottle of wine, that no, you aren't fine. you've gown fond of gale's long winding ramble, his hair that he has started growing out and putting in tiny ponytails. you've grown fond of his patchy stubble thats started to grow in, and hasnt allowed himself to let it grow more than a 5 o'clock shadow. you've grown fond of how his hands move (how they used to hold your hips), how his fingers wrap around his quill (and your thighs-), how his eyes glimmer with mischief when he realizes he needs a book that he Definitely can't get access to (the darkness of his eyes in the candle light, roaming over your naked body).
but its too late. by the time you realize it, its time for you both to graduate, and gale has most certainly moved on from you, and into the arms of mystra. can you?
its not until years later, way down the line, that you even see gale again, right in front of you and not at a wizard's party or ball, and he looks so different. longer hair, and a beard of all things. his eyes still hold that mischief, but now, like you and the others you've found they also hold a parasite behind them.
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another nerd hopelessly devoted to their first real friend… hmmmm… this sounds… familiar…
(bad first drawing under the cut)
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printchar · 1 month ago
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concept: vox's memory used to be stored on tapes. pretty much all of the good times he and alastor shared were exclusively on these tapes. now. given his obsession with alastor he probably went through these tapes often. maybe originally he would go through them right after, like freshly baked bread, savoring the moments with his best friend. and maybe he wore them out, a little. okay, maybe more than a little. maybe he wore them out so much that one day, the tapes became unplayable. maybe the photograph is all he really does have left. maybe him allowing the old store to stay around was him trying to "preserve" the memory. maybe. he can't remember.
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aashiqeddiediaz · 1 year ago
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sometimes i’ll just be chilling and then i’ll remember that buck once tried to crawl his way to eddie’s grave and that he once put himself in the line of fire to get eddie out and that eddie once made sure buck was out of danger before antagonizing the man holding them hostage and that he sprinted up a metal ladder in the middle of a lightning storm to get to buck even though he’d already been knocked off the truck once and then i won’t be chilling anymore
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sonik-kun · 2 months ago
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Thinking about Jiang Cheng having survivor's guilt and constantly thinking that each time he fails Jin Ling in some way, he wishes it had been him that had died at Nightless City, not his sister
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silverskyeline · 1 month ago
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he paces his cage, an animal, all claws and teeth and rage. born with a purpose, a sole goal, no room for stray thoughts or words. a mouth that has only known snarls and growls, eyes that only see red. a dull existence, for the animal in the cage. logan promptober day 16 - animal
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bklakava · 26 days ago
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i look into the gaps of sunlight, i miss you more than anything 💔💔
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sentientsky · 1 year ago
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“Belovéd,” Yves Olade
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getosugurusbangs · 11 months ago
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one last kiss - hikaru utada
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