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"Oh, Gerry! Hi, um, I was looking for you...uh..I, uh..."
Michael clears his throat, his cheeks heating up. Why is this, of all things, embarrassing him? "I..I just wanted to say that I had a really good time last night? S-so...so..I was wondering if you wanted to come over again tonight?" He clutches the file he's holding to his chest like it's the only thing keeping him grounded right now. It's silly, isn't it? After all, they've already seen more of each other than Michael ever expected to, so what was the big deal?
Well, part of it is mainly because he's afraid to lose something good, but he can't let his fears get in the way of this. "You..can say no, of course, if you're busy or..." Or if you just somehow realized you don't like me like that anymore. "Or whatever. I just, uh...yeah. W-we could..watch a movie..or something..anything you want!"
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from mal & rams respectively — she’d need to figure out the dead thing but for him it’s just another tuesday 🥰
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Listen Rams is valid it's not every day you discover you've been hanging out with a zombie she can take some time to figure it out
The way Char's focus immediately laser-beamed on bitey She has a cat and constant access to coffee, she was practically made for Mal
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Sbg coraline au
That's it. That's the post
#Like#The group find a creepy abandoned house while exploring and then find the weird tunnel thing to the other world#How would the rest of it work?#I don't know#maybe there are phantoms in the other world and phantomised versions of their families or people close to them??#I kinda of just want to see them be silly and explore an old abandoned house#yes ik they TECHNICALLY do that in canon but like#not on a school trip#them just being the stupid kids they are and being curious#Plus I love coraline so much and if there's one thing I'm good at#it's putting my interests next to each other and going “hm I can work with that”#school bus graveyard#sbg (webtoon)#sbg#school bus graveyard webtoon#ashlyn banner#taylor hernandez#ben clark#tyler hernandez#aiden clark#logan fields
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ekaterina: hm
‘ seems like you have a boring life, but at least the sex part is something. ’
are you johann's type . . . ?
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The Internet Angel Has Returned!
Hello, everyone! My name is Jadyn, and I'm a not-so-new edit blog! You may have known me as cutestangel, which was sadly smited for unknown reasons... but I'm back! This is a blog where I make layouts, icons, stimboards, etc. More information, including my request rules + DNI can be found on my listography!
— Tagging for promo... @petalstims @editloids @aiirabuu @gloombears @phantomise Feel free to reblog even if you aren't tagged! Also let me know if you'd like me to un-tag you!
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Oh dear. So those last few minutes were packed. Let me colect my thoughts-
Pan destroyed Fell? The world before?
What is a nightmare phantom? Is that the curse Callum said he carried?? Is that something else yet?
A dragon. Callum wants to phantomise a dragon. Is that even possible? And who is it?
Callum. Callum listen to me. Please don't destroy the Dreamscape, it feeds like half of our Entities.
Eugh.
Answers to come in Season 2, hopefully...
Until then, here is Callum's S1 finale that touched on all this.
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Will You Teach Me How To Fly?
by starbadger_bapm
“You can phantomise yourself, dickhead,” he stated simply as he folded his arm over his chest. “You just love to see me suffer!”
“No, I love to see you getting over your fears,” Wilbur corrected as he looked back at Tommy. “Phil is not going to refuse! And who knows! Maybe you’ll actually get to fly. Wasn't that the thing you wanted to do most in your life, Toms?”
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or, flying really is the only thing Tommy had ever wanted to do
Words: 1426, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 6 of SBI Summer Bingo 23 entries
Fandoms: Origins SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza
Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF)
Additional Tags: Origins, Phantom Wilbur Soot, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Short One Shot, SBI Bingo Summer 2023, Avian TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Elytrian Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Scared TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Winged TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Winged Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Older Sibling Wilbur Soot
#ao3feed#wilbur soot#tommyinnit#crimeboys#crime boys#crimebois#crime bois#mcyt#This is an automated process#If you see any fic that breaks boundaries#or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask#it will be looked at and removed if need be
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aw why? my day barely started it's 14:12 here and I'm a little down cos my bf just left and i probs won't see him till march , meh :(
eh just anxiety related stuff but im all good :)) aw no i hope u get to see him soon D:
(sleepover sunday)
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@phantomised
Patroklos does not know how he is still alive.
It took a few days for the numbness to leave his legs, but all that did was leave agony in its place. The wound in his shoulder screams. All he can do is think about Achilles and how he will eventually come for him. Patroklos knows his life is valuable, that he's certainly nothing more than a bargaining chip. He doesn't know what god is cruel enough to keep him living when he can hardly walk or even think. Will he die as soon as he's returned? Or did he somehow manage to defy the will of the fates, and this is his punishment?
He doesn't know. He doesn't have the energy to think too hard on it. As he sits there in his cell, he laments his own stupidity. If only I had stayed on the beach, then I wouldn't be in this damn mess.
His head lifts when he hears the door open, and he squints. "Hello?" he quietly calls out, surprised by how hoarse his own voice sounds. "Who is it?" He's only spoken with Hektor once, and he really thinks that's enough, but he's not entirely sure who else would be curious enough to lay eyes on Achilles' dearest companion.
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you should neeeeeeeeeeever count back when your parents made you, i learnt that the hard way xD
haha i definitely dont want to
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happy b-day darling x
thank friend💗
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The ground rumbled and shook, a deep, ancient sound of something that should not have been released (a warning, of something you're not sure of). Above the moon watched, larger or closer (both would look the same) and glowing a chilling blood red.
You look back to Legundo, he's a few steps away (hadn't you grabbed his arm?).
"Um, Viking?"
"Please tell- Okay, hold on, you're seeing that, right?"
"I'm seeing- Viking are you seeing that?"
"You're not- Oooooh..."
"We have to- What's going on. What's goi- We have to tell the others, we have to tell the others, we have to tell the others."
"Ah, okay, okay, okay!"
Stumbling over words and each other as you speak, you reach for the twirling eye atop the waystone (your hands are shaking, you can't find the destination, you swear just briefly your hand passed through it).
And in a blink and a vwoop, you're gone, now standing on painfully familiar ground, it's crawling with the undead and so, so much more. You can't quite reorientate yourself before someone is shouting for help from behind you.
The tavern- It's from the tavern. You run. You have no plan but your weapons should work the same (you're too busy thinking to realise you're sliding through the edges of blocks). You slide through the tavern walls without a second thought, swinging at the nearest mob (no one points out that you weren't phantomised, no one acknowledges your presence at all).
You slice zombies from behind, knocking them away from the others as they fight them head on (isn't it weird that none go for you? maybe you're imagining it, but the zombies seem to have a hard time tracking you, even after you hit them). There's an opening, you leave through the window, you trust the others have it in hand by now.
Once again, you run. This time, away from the endless waves of zombies, the hordes of skeletons – withered and regular alike – and skirt around the crumbling dirt as wardens heave themselves up out of the ground. Someone behind you shouts, you can't make it out between the rumbling, rattling and groaning.
But a roar catches your attention, you turn your face up to the sky. On ink black wings that blot out the stars, a dragon soars across the sky. You stare at it (you stopped running when it roared), it's wrong in so many different ways, the least of which is that it's here, flying beneath the still red moon.
The spikes on its spine seem sharper, taller, and perhaps it's the lighting or lack thereof (the world pulses in and out of impenetrable dark) but you swear they're a darker grey than they should be. The horns on its head twist longer than usual, and perhaps you catch a glimpse of a smaller, second pair just below. But worst of all, its piercing purple gaze is a black more endless than the sky above (you swear you saw it drip).
You're still staring at it, more inconsistencies popping up as you watch but your thoughts are interrupted by a feeling that makes you flinch (it makes you recoil, sends an uncomfortable shiver down your spine). And a second later, a zombie emerges from where you just stood.
You finally realise you stopped running, that the monsters spawned from whatever this is are milling around like you aren't there. That everyone else got out a while ago.
There's not really another second to think on it, not that you want to, anyway, as behind you it sounds like the ground is tearing itself apart. So once again, you run.
You don't look back, you don't stop.
You try not to think when your hand phases through the waystone but you end up where you wanted anyway just a second later.
At least, in the safety of your vault buried deep beneath the dirt, everything seems to have gone back to normal.
#echo's writing#export.txt#dominion smp#vikingpilot#decided it would be fucked up if the first blood moon made viking intangible again#so i wrote that
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My most successful PotO design now available on several new items for your pet!
Phantomise your pet's realm 😋
Reblogs are highly appreciated!
#PotO#Phantom of the Opera#tpoto#the phantom of the opera#scorpion and grasshopper#timebird84#my redbubble shop#poto merch#phantom of the opera merch#poto merchandise#phantom of the opera merchandise
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❖ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ғʀᴜɪᴛs
❧ Ryuuto: Bijo Bijo no Mi (Vision) | @fruit-of-infidelity
a non-canon paramecia type devil-fruit that allows the user to “phantomise” or create illusionary images of any picture the user touches.
— okay listen. there are two(?) devil fruits that i know of that have to do directly with art, so i could’ve given those to our boy. BUT! the more i thought about him i was like “no this one’s sadder.”
all i’m thinking about is him “phantomising” one of his paintings of cordie, but the illusion only lasts for so long and he cries after it fades.
BUT! the runner up was ‘Ato Ato no Mi’ which is literally just ‘art’. and it turns anything the user touches into art. (abstract art specifically, but ye). that one seemed to obvious until i remembered the one i chose 😤
#; poo talk#also ik the fruit i chose isn’t canon but listen#it’s amazing#it’s from one piece: stampede#which i 100% recommend watching if you’re somewhat caught up w the series
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Altair Valerian 🍄
Character Name: Altair Valerian Species: Phantom Pronouns: They/he/she Homeland: The Dreamscape Occupation: Soul keeper. Part time mail phantom/zookeeper! Favorite Thing: Clocks Fun Fact: Has and will lick you and all your belongings About: A sweet little phantom that just wants the best for everyone and everything. Even if it means playing with fate a little bit.
Art by Polaris
Portrayed by: Polaris Pronouns: Social Media: twitch
Fun facts!
Before Altair phantomised, he was a dragon named Twilight Draco. But shhh, not all Entities are aware of this...
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haha i'm from Serbia :)
ooh cool my grandma is from there :D
(sleepover sunday)
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