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2aceofspades · 1 year ago
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sprinklesharkie · 7 months ago
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THESE TWO TEAMS ARE U KIDDING MEEEE
pink parrots old man sweep
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harlowehearse · 7 months ago
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Oc wip!
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playing-soldier-4077 · 11 months ago
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Hawkeye grins, humored. "The only thing normal around here is the craziness, im afraid."
The captian crosses his arms to keep warmer, but his smile is so bright and warm it looks like it may as well have been spring. "I'm captain peirce, you can call me Hawkeye. What unit are you from honey?" the sight of this new woman has absolutely done away with any thoughts of boiling snow or solid air.
A very MASHy christmas
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Timeloop AU cross-fandom RP prompt
(None of those words^ are in the bible 😭)
It was Hawkeyes fourth Christmas in this three year war, and he still hadnt gotten used to the cold. Luckily there wasnt much wind today so he only had to worry about the snow, and having grown up in Maine, that was perfectly fine with him.
Hawkeye walks down the camp, making tracks as he continues to walk the same path over and over. He could always just go inside where its warm, but somthing made him feel the need to be outside, to be moving. He felt like he might burst if he didn't keep moving.
As the man is lost in thought, he bumps into...nothing. He rubs his forehead and stares at the air infront of him. He reaches out to touch it- nothing there. Hawkeye looks around in confusion, before spotting a patch of snow melting. He walks up to it, crouches down and touches it. He yanks his hand back and hisses- its boiling. Now he's a bit more than just confused.
He remembers the words from an old friend- "Reality is up for grabs" - and frowns at the memory. Before he can linger on the thought for too long, he hears a thud behind him. He quickly stands up and whips around to see a stranger on the ground, looking like they've fallen off of somthing, despite there being nothing near by to fall from.
Hawkeye approaches, and offers a hand. "You alright?"
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circus-complex · 1 month ago
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ahogedetective · 29 days ago
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While it did take a bit of convincing, he did get the guardians to allow Shuichi into the tower properly in order to take a look around and so that Morty could show him one of his favorite places in the city. It probably helped that his family had aided them in caring for this place for generations, but he was happy that he got to explore this place with a friend like he had when he was younger with Eusine.
"A shame that we're unlikley to be able to have an audience with the legendary pokemon here, though merely visiting this part o the tower is rather rare for those who don't meet the requirements." What those were simple, really: a feather from the legendary pokemon, a clear bell, and a pure heart. Though, simple as it was, one of those were far easier to get than the other two.
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"You already heard about the legends regarding Ho-Oh, right?" Morty was more than happy to explain it to him if he hadn't. Being able to talk about the legends of his home was one of his favorite things to do, and it made him feel honored to be able to.
(From @haunted-memorial, might send something else later for his DR verse, lol)
@haunted-memorial !!!
To say he was excited was practically an understatement, with how giddy Shuichi looked when the guards allowed Morty to take him inside of the bell tower. Never did he think he would have a chance to be able to do so... it was a special privilege that he was never going to forget.
"I-It's fine!! Even if we don't see Ho-oh, I'm honored enough as is to even be able to venture inside here: thank you very much! Yes, I don't think I ever would have had the chance to enter here, otherwise.. the inside truly looks so amazing...." It certainly would be the dream to somehow obtain such rare items, if already having, what he hopes at least, is a pure heart to Ho-oh's standards, and to actually be able to meet the legendary bird, itself... But even if that's something that probably would not happen for many years down the line, if ever: he was content enough just seeing the inside of the tower. The air alone felt mystical...
"U-Um, only some of the more well known tales about it that I've read in some of my studies. Like how more than a century ago, there used to be a second tower to the west, but a lighting bolt struck it, and Ho-oh fled... and that three Pokemon perished in that tower. Though that was quite a long while ago since I've read about it, and there is still not a lot about the towers in Ho-oh in general that I know about, but I've always been intrigued to learn more. Could you tell me more about them, if that's okay? The legends regarding it, that is... I'm sure you would be able to tell me a lot more, than what I may find in more books."
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cilogram · 2 years ago
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News today: a previously unannounced 15th song being released on the Japanese version of the new album. (x)
Called 'This Is Not The World I Signed Up For'
Aaaaaaaaaa
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mxtwister · 1 month ago
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Same Old Story - Part 1 of Discordant Days
Chapter 2: The Stranger Pt. 2 - Monster Island
Rating: Teen and Up
Characters: Player Character, Kayleigh, Morgante
Warnings: N/A
Summary: The Stranger tags along with Kayleigh on a mission to investigate the strange rumblings that have disturbed the sleepy peace of New Wirral Island. But are "rumblings" all they are?
Somebody's calling.
Read on Ao3
Preview under the cut
It really was the most curious thing.
One afternoon found The Stranger hidden behind a curtain of nettle and pine, sitting in the shade just outside the gates of the so-called “Harbourtown.” With each click, unseen by any of the townsfolk passing by, their body untwisted its shape and melted down to a base like unspun clay, ready to be reformed into that sickly-sweet beast with bubbling guts and a swinging tail and a sense stronger than sight beaming from the eyeless mass of their candy-coloured face. Teeth lined their jaws like a string of barbed wire. When they gnashed them they felt their own power pulsate through their gums. Their palm flexed, pushing out a hard, sticky glob hot as molten metal and strong enough not to break as they smashed it against the rock over and over again, waiting to see which of them would give first.
Hisssssss
Their skin sizzled, but it didn’t burn.
Sssssssss
The stone puckered and sloughed into itself, white-red and bubbling. It looked like a rotting tooth sinking miserably into the gums.
Interesting. So that’s what they were capable of.
When they tired they let themselves shift back into normal form. They rested, curled up in a beam of sunlight. Then when they were ready, they transformed and cycled right through the same motions again. Then again. And again. With each shift, each line traced from their bottled stomach through the length of their arm into the fizzing pit of their palm, it came to feel like any other process of their body. Soon it was all the same as breathing or eating or seeing-
–Kayleigh emerge from the town’s gates.
The Stranger dropped to their knees. Peering through the leaves to get a better look, they watched her walk with puckered lips–she was whistling, they realized–and a key like a chunk of rust swinging around her finger. She seemed happy. Very unmonster-like. Her tune was chirpy and her eyes were clear, and her hair tumbled cleanly down her shoulders without a single twig or leaf or the stench of bracken clinging to her like a solid mass, she looked at home in it all. She might as well have sprung up out of the ground, like a flower.
“It takes one to know one, and two to keep me occupied.” Words lapped over and overtook her whistle. “A break in reflection that's visually adhesive. Like chimeras, I realize nothing's ever black and white.”
She skipped up to a metal gate secured between two sheer cliff faces. Casually she inserted the key into the lock and snapped it open with a twist.
“I'm fine now, I'm not that scared at all.”
Then she disappeared on the other side…
Without locking the gate behind her.
That was an even more curious thing.
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darkdragon768 · 1 year ago
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You'll never guess what we have to do in art class.
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uravityxo · 4 months ago
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Heyhey friends !! I am HOME ALONE for FIVE WHOLE DAYS !!! I am looking after the dog and house whilst my parents are away,, but also,,,, bf is back at uni for a few days to sort out new house stuff and attend his friends graduation stuff *sniff sniff*,,, BUT !!! It means i will be here so so so much >:3 (you cant escape meeeee) !!! Currently trying to get back into things again,, working on some shipping headcanons as i am thinking About Them A Lot <33
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gifti3 · 1 year ago
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hes so unserious im falling in love once again 🧎🏾‍♀️
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hauntingblue · 9 months ago
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Omg the reverie already????? Vivi AND shirahoshi???
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xx-justsomeguy-xx · 8 months ago
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I got 12 lockets from Andrius which means its finally time to triple crown kaeya 💖✨✨✨✨
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adrift-in-thyme · 2 years ago
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Hold up hold up
I’VE BEEN BLESSED WITH THE SACRED ABILITY
Y’all I can make polls
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waloeders · 1 year ago
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gm btw!!
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texts he would send (hes the blue)
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binch-i-might-be · 2 years ago
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anyway *drops this excerpt and scuttles away*
Father and Laurens contrasted sickeningly with Alex. Alex who looked so small and frail, all crumpled in on himself, orange candlelight casting stark shadows over an unusually pale face, hands trembling faintly now that he no longer had anyone to hold on to.
And yet… he was just as much of a soldier as they were. He had proven it tonight, not that he had needed to.
They were two sides of the same coin. The strength and the weakness, the war and the consequence.
The victory and its price.
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