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cherryyan49 · 1 year ago
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peace of mind
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an isaacwhy fic
she/her prns, uses of [name]
a/n: hi again!! no one told me that I would be wracking my brain to write for the past two weeks >:( I had so many drafts but I liked this one more <3 I'm still getting used to this, and I'd like to thank you for being patient with me :] anyway here's isaac being another simp but being in major denial
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2:27 am
The light green numbers blinked on the black console of Isaac's car. His brain was full, yet the girl he's been stuck on is sitting in the passenger side of his car. Isaac wanted to get out of the house, away from the sudden uproar of talking and screaming of his friends. He couldn't think straight, but it's not like he has been for the past few weeks anyway. Isaac’s been going back n forth between himself and his feelings with one of his best friends. It was nothing serious per say, rather him wanting to claw his brain out for even thinking of you longer than intended. He hated the way you made him smile, or the way you'd look at him, or the way your hands would accidentally glide over his ever so slightly—shit. He didn't hate it, he actually really, really liked it, but he'd never admit that.
Isaac had messaged [name] if she'd like to accompany him for a drive and possibly a gas station run to put his mind at ease; he just needed out. Which led him here, with you, in his car, still parked in your apartment parking garage.
"So, where are we going," she broke the thick silence within the car, looking at him excitedly.
Isaac broke a smile, "Not sure, but if you have an idea in mind that's open at this hour, feel free to tell me." 
"You're not kidnapping me are you?" you questioned as your face dropped serious, as a joke.
"Maybe–Anyway let's go baby," he replied very quickly as he reversed out of the garage. Isaac felt himself slip and call you certain names he swore he'd only call the guys. He feared that you'd be uncomfortable, or if he continued calling you that, he'd fall for you more than he's willing to let himself. But that wasn't always the case, [name] just giggled and rolled her eyes. She couldn't be bothered by the pet names as she found it normal, though they did cause her brain to be stuck on replay.
Faint music vibrated from his car speakers, as [name] was going on about her day to Isaac. Her words were soft spoken as they shared occasional glances and laughs. Isaac felt himself ease up with you here next to him, and it frightened him again. His thoughts ached with confusion, but when she was next to him, it all mushed and melted away. He hated it, he wanted to hate it so badly. But her voice just pulled him in, 
"We're going to the corner store right? I want a snack," she said while watching the lit up street lamps go by. 
"Nah, we're going back to my place," he teased at her, smiling proudly. 
"Okay bitch ass," she playfully replied, rolling her eyes at his statement.
Isaac chuckled, "Oh you love me darling", he teased once more.
[Name] felt her cheeks flush, "Shut up I do not." 
"Oh but you do," Isaac's brow raised as he pulled into the parking lot of the store. 
"So what if I do?" she replied sheepishly, as she looked at the familiar neon signs presented in front of her. 
Isaac's heart stopped, and he could have sworn [name] could hear his thoughts. She giggled, smirking as she got out of his car leaving Isaac to his thoughts. Was that a joke? Was she being serious? She loves me the same way as I love her right? As friends… right? His mind was loud. Too loud. Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in deeply before getting out of the car.
"Go grab what you want," Isaac told the girl, but was given a look in response, "– or I'll come with you." You smiled and started grabbing a few things with him.
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After settling back in the car, Isaac went to turn the music up, not noticing your hand was already on the dial. His hand grazed over yours, and his eyes grew wide. [Name] looked at him, concerned she had done something wrong, but instead pushed that feeling out when he held eye contact with her.
"Sorry, I didn't realize your hand was already there," he apologized, moving his hand away rather quickly.
She didn't say anything, but just continued to stare at him. She was trying so hard to read him, because she knew something was up. But he wasn't budging, at least she couldn't tell? Her eyebrows furrowed together briefly, but dissipated when she shook her head.
"No no it's okay, I thought you were about to stop me from trying to vibe," she finally said.
"I would never, just make sure the music is good," he scrunched his face in a teasingly manner.
"Mhm, mkay," you said as you playfully swayed your head to the music as Isaac began driving to who knows where.
Isaac softly smiled at you and your actions. He could get used to this as much as he denies it. There was just something about you that he couldn't quite place his finger on. Why were you, of all people, so intriguing when you're supposed to be one of his best friends? Sure you've bantered and messed around, but it wasn't like this. Normally when he likes a girl, he'd be straight up, overly confident and would do everything in his will power to win her over, but you? He'd rather be found dead than to admit he's infatuated with you. He doesn't like to face the fact that you have some lingering effect on him, like a drug that he never wants to run out of.
He drove around the city, listening to the soft hums from you. He enjoyed every single second of it, despite convincing himself he didn't. He couldn't bring himself to hate her no matter what he did. Isaac enjoyed the silence, but it felt suffocating, almost like he had to speak.
"Can you open my gummy worms, baby?" Isaac asked, glancing at you and the road briefly, not noticing his slip up.
"Yeah sure, am I supposed to feed you too?" she giggled, very much enjoying the names used by the latter.
Isaac rolled his eyes playfully, silently thanking you for not getting onto him over how odd he was acting. He gladly accepted the sour candies as you 'sneakily' ate some.
“Hey you fucker you have your own snacks,” he laughed while pulling into an empty parking lot.
[Name] giggled as she continued to banter with him. The two of you were through the roof with laughter as you sat comfortable in each other’s presence. You couldn’t help but notice the lingering glances Isaac drew towards you, making you smile to yourself. He would smile at every single thing you said, as if you were a Greek goddess whose life mission was to make guys swoon. And it worked,  fuck did it work.
Isaac’s head grew quiet, his thoughts from just a few hours ago, dissipating as he watched you ramble on about something. He finally felt peace of mind and he was okay with it. It wasn’t like he was confessing to you or anything. He just felt safe.
Isaac reached and brushed his fingers over [name's] hand subconsciously taking it into his as he continued to listen to her. He completely disregarded the actions from before over the console, and played with her fingers, brushing against the nail polish on her fingertips. The words 'darling' and 'baby' are still rolling off of his tongue, when replying to you. He could not stop himself, no matter how hard he tried, the names rolled off his tongue so naturally and so utterly fitting. Isaac wasn't aware that all it took was one long stare and conversation to make him realize, shit, maybe this isn't so bad.
[Name's] face was flushed again as she broke the invisible thin ice between the two,
"Bros in love with me," she started, "I'm not complaining at all, but I'm starting to think you're actually in love with me, you're just in denial."
Isaac was stunned. His breath hitched, and he thought he passed out briefly. The girl, who has been playing tug of war with his mind, proclaimed he was in love with her. Isaac sat there for a moment, basking in the fact that he's been…caught? [Name] squeezed his hands lightly and messed with the silver rings that laid on his fingers. Her heart raced as quickly as his, hoping she did not just ruin everything over a silly comment.
Isaac stared at her, wide eyed with his mouth agape. Words tried to slip out, but all that was coherent were, "What? Me?..... Me??" along with nervous giggling. The gears in his head turned as he shut his eyes to start over.
"I was–um, I was just kidding. We could move on if you'd like, it's not serious or anything," you spoke for him, stumbling over your words as you tried to prevent the situation from arising out of awkwardness. But Isaac just breathily laughed,
"Yeah, yeah sure, that's fine. Whatever makes you most comfortable."
"Oh don't be like that, Isaac," she flashed an apologetic smile.
Oh, but he will. Isaac didn't know whether to be relieved or upset at the fact that she dropped the question as if nothing happened. He knew that you probably just said that to put himself at ease but it was still bothersome.
Isaac rolled his eyes softly, trying to redirect the conversation to be more light hearted. He carefully dropped your hand from his, and rested his own on his thighs. His head was spiraling at this point, he felt stupid, so utterly ridiculous that he got caught up over something so small. You talked as if nothing happened, for his sake and your own as you looked around the car each time.
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The two of you were beginning to grow exhausted as the hours flew by, and Isaac immediately took notice of your yawns. Despite silently praying that his friends were done goofing around back at their place, he felt his phone buzz from tweet notifications. He glanced at them and groaned; it was getting late and he felt bad for keeping you out, but god did he not want to go home.
[Name] felt Isaac's eyes on her after she looked around their surroundings out the window. Her head crooked to the side, ever so slightly, and that sent Isaac through the windshield. There was no talking, no sudden actions, nothing, in between you. Music softly played, filling up the car, along with the faint buzz of the air vents and the soft breathes from the two of you. It was strangely intimate, yet the only thing exchanged were glances.
You couldn't help but smile first,"...What?" you questioned, breaking into another yawn.
"Is it time to take the sleepy baby home?" Isaac teased, pulling himself closer to the girl. He could see the way her eyes were dimly lit by the street lamps, and tucked a loose hair behind her right ear. She looked so ethereal, and he ached to do something. Maybe his lack of sleep is kicking in, or maybe you are just always so pretty.
"Do you want to stay over, Isaac?" you blurted. "I mean, it's late and I don't want you driving more than you should–" you tried covering up your sudden outburst of a question, but getting interrupted unintentionally.
"Can I kiss you?"
….huh?
Isaac's gaze flickered from her lips to her eyes, awaiting for an answer. The air in your chest was caught, but you didn't waste a second to kiss that man. Isaac's head grew quiet again as his hands cupped her cheek and jaw. He didn't care anymore, he knew his actions would have consequences, but he could worry about it later. All he was worried about was the fact that you, his best friend, was kissing him back–and he felt high. [Name] could feel his smile against her lips, making her feel giddy this time. Her hands danced lightly on his forearms briefly before separating to catch her breath.
Isaac leaned his forehead into the crook of her neck. He never felt so impervious and safe with someone like this before, his brain wires finally shut off from the constant nagging, bringing him a sense of pleasure in your presence even more. He closed his eyes momentarily before needing to ask something that's been haunting his mind.
"Were you being serious? You know, about earlier?"
"About what? Me saying you're in love with me?" she replied.
He paused, "Yeah, that and if you loved me."
"Mmm, I was, but I was also partially just kidding. Though you did get pretty worked up over the second time," she replied and teased the taller.
He groaned and sat up, "So, you are in love with me?"
"I never said that"
"Oh but you just did darling"
It was your turn to groan and cover your face with your hands. You couldn't help but yawn once more, before placing a kiss on his temple and leaning your head on his shoulder.
"So, are you staying at my place or should I take back my offer," she teased, very tiredly.
"Abso-fucking-luetly. Put your seatbelt on," he grinned, immediately driving off. His conflicting thoughts, dispersing more and more after the girl's sudden kiss from earlier. As much as he wants to say he was calm, his heartbeat says otherwise.
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚.
a/n: hi!! so how was it? if it's bad, don't tell me :> can yall tell I like the besties trope LMAO anyway again I'd like to thank everyone with being patient with me, all the support I've gotten from my first work was insane! I <3 u guys ty ty <3
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tpup · 11 days ago
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homeless and so fucking scared lol
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inkskinned · 1 year ago
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME#there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing#and the writing is what i need to be doing#writeblr#this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to#edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol#i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means#i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong#i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse#i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO#i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness#and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it#im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us#i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer#and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work#even if it means being miserable#but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.
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deathricedrawn · 4 months ago
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i'm ready to try
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barghest-land · 14 days ago
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today's flocking sketches!! wanted to try some more wide shot scenery this time so i was mainly focused on colors, composition and the feeling that drawings hold overall. maganpaulia, kaprosuchus, torosaurus and regaliceratops. also my first large ceratopsians ever!
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electoons · 8 months ago
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I love the college of winterhold. everyone there is casually deranged and there's like an alarming number of students and staff who threaten you immediately when they meet you. it's always one of the first questlines I do. which makes it even funnier when you get made the arch-mage of the college. I'm level 12 and got through this questline knowing exactly 3 spells. what do you mean you want me to lead the college. this school CANNOT be an accredited institution
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frosted-woods · 10 days ago
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autumn time to be gay and totally fine and not miserable at all
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hyakunana · 7 months ago
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I hate the sewers . jpg
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bunnyboy-juice · 5 months ago
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NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???
#personal#i am emotional yes#over the years ive had this blog I've made a few posts abt being femme#nd whether they're serious or jokey..... inevitably someone in the tags goes “ohhh yeah bc pink”#or in the case of what inspired this post: someone going “what about the pink ones” on my praying mantis post#and im just.#sick of it. im sick of femme being equated to pink and frilly girlie behaviors.#im sick of femme being equated to skirts and heels. to makeup. to skincare. to pristine nails exactly almond shaped.#im sick of ppl acting like All femmes aspire to this shit. im sick of femms being reduced to this shit.#and i love pink! i love pink! my phone theme is quite literally just black and pink all over.#im just. so tired of any expression of Femme identity being shoehorned into being a Specific type of femininity#especially as someone who DOES get dysphoric wearing skirts. wearing dresses. embodying the femme aesthetic yall are so set on making#if u guys wanna rb this i truly dont care#i just needed to scream#and this is one small thing#but the 2nd largest category of anon hate i have gotten since making this blog is str8 up homophobia from other “queer” folks#saying i cant be femme bc of how i present. calling me slurs (and using them as such) bc they cant understand femme as anything but that#my wife and i have our users in our personal discord server set as 2 different things of anon hate ive gotten#i have had OTHER FEMMES tell me i am not femme. femmes who Know im femme who still call me butch. femmes who ive corrected and been blocked#-by bc of it. the number 1 largest demographic of queerfolk who have me blocked rn is TME femmes who embody pink also#and i dont think its a coincidence at all. (and i know this bc i go to try and follow these ppl bc they get rbed on my dash & i cant)#and ik their blogs arent deleted bc some of them don't block my wife (tall. white. butch) and it cant be politics cause her and i rb#a lot of the same political shit (fuck. i think she rbs More than i do even. this is genuinely mainly a nsft blog)#and usually i don't say anything but im having a bad day so i get to be angry about this and if anyone fucking tries me i will block u#idc if we've been mutuals 4ever. im judt so tired of feeling like i am not Enough as a femme bc i dont embody this shit#im sick of this lameass lip service to he/him gnc femmes etc when the thin white 50s housewife femme is still what is preferred and loved#im sick of this lamesss lip service when y'all feel entitled to theorizing on other femmes genders bc u cant conceptualize a femme who does#wanna be hypetfeminine. im sick of it. im sick of it. im sick of it.#celebrity bun
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laurellala · 4 days ago
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A Shakespearean comedy of errors
bonus:
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ninjasmudge · 6 months ago
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pinned like a butterfly
hes fine lamb just wanted to take a closer look at him
(its much better with brightness up)
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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 9 months ago
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Supersons +1 prompt answer
If you asked Danny, 12 year old half-ghost hero of Amity Park, how half-life was going, he'd tell you things were mixed.
On the one hand, he had just spent the last three or four months in family/scientist/'this house is a death trap waiting to happen' therapy with Jazz, and by some miracle, it worked. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of dream as his parents poured over years upon years of research, crossing out lines, rewriting equations, and reevaulating everything they thought they knew about ghosts.
Was the shudders family therapy worth not going over how they'd like to dissect him? he's still not sure. The horror.
Not to mention the attention. Danny was sure he was going to throw up if his parents drag him away for more bonding time, only for a ghost to attack and for him to run off to transform. What made it worse was when the Fentons came barrelling out, guns blazing, alternating between getting mad that he'd interrupted their family time, and asking him questions about "Your suspicious spook culture, if you even have one you dangerous delusional delinquent!"
At least they were trying, but Danny was very much comfortable not spilling the beans on the whole half-ghost situation, thank you very much.
And that's why, when Dad proposed to take him to Gotham to show off their latest invention, he jumped at the chance. The home city of the Batman, one of the greatest heroes known to man (except for Martian Manhunter and Superman of course) and Dad promised to take him to Gotham Observatory too. Not to mention how much he wanted to get away from Jazz's smug looks of superiority. Gotham here he comes!
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Damian Wayne scowled as he scanned the crowed of scientists with more smarts than sense. Really, a flying toilet seat. For what deviant?
"Maybe they're for people who can fly." Kent piped up beside him. Father had let the two of them run off together, and his company was mildly more appealing than being alone with his thoughts.
"Why would Superman ever need to relieve himself mid-air. I do not believe you would appreciate your father's rear end being on display for all the world to see."
"True." Jon hummed. His voice lowered to a whisper. "You think indecent exposure is what your dad meant by "scoping out any potential future villains?"
Damian gave Jon a flat look. The sooner this convention ended, the better.
The crowded shifted, and the mass of visitors pushed toward a certain corner, where a man large enough to rival Superman's build stood upon a podium, with a boy their age off to the side.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you the latest in FentonWorks' innovations, the Fenton Ghost Zone Radar, soon to revolutionise the study of ghosts!"
"I thought ghosts were a magic thing." Jon said. "You know, stuff Constantine and JLD deal with."
"They are."
"Mixing magic and science is like, like, oil and water. No way this guy's serious, is he?"
"His name is Jack Fenton. That's Daniel Fenton, his son." Damian pointed to the boy in question, looking like he'd seen this scene a hundred times before, but with that knowing glint that promised something deeper. "They're normally spotted alongside Jack's wife, Madeline. Widely regarded as quacks by the larger scientific community for chasing paper-thin theories about ghosts, they've nonetheless gained funding from the government. This is the first time they've left their base of operations in Amity Park for years."
"Woah, you know your stuff, Dami!"
Damian glared at the young Superboy in disguise. "I read the briefing files. Didn't you?"
Kent looked uncomfortable and looked away. "Uhh, maybe?"
"Typical."
"Well, if he's so crazy, then why'd your dad even let him in." Upon another scathing glare, Kent relented. "Oh right, the whole supervillain thing."
"Enough chatter. We'll zero in on the younger Fenton. I intend to squeeze him like a grape, and make Father proud."
"Dami maybe you should be a little nicer-" Only for Damian to march off without him.
Honestly, inane niceties were above someone of his status. Those things were Superboy's job, and if Daniel Fenton wouldn't crack, then Damian was itching to try a new torture technique.
@impyssadobsessions
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gcballet · 12 days ago
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Red Dwarf as tweets/textposts pt.7
<- | RD | ->
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andorerso · 13 days ago
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rebelcaptain + the hunger games au
When Jyn Erso was eight years old, her mother died and her father left to become a gamemaker for the Hunger Games. Adopted by Saw Gerrera, her mother's friend, she became Jyn Gerrera and was forbidden from ever revealing her true identity to anyone. Ten years later, it's Jyn's last reaping. Saw, the forgotten victor of the 32nd Hunger Games, had rejected every reward the Empire offered him, preferring to live as a recluse at the edge of the forest in District 12, as opposed to the luxury in the Victors' Village. It's been decades since anyone in the district even recalled that Saw was once a victor himself, but he had made sure to teach Jyn all he knew of self-defense and combat training. It's the only thing she has of him left since his passing two years ago. Now, Jyn just wants to get through her last reaping and survive. But when she hears the name of the young girl she trades with sometimes, Jyn doesn't hesitate to volunteer in her place. She has nothing to lose, except her life, and every reason to believe that with Saw's training, she has a chance at winning the games. A chance that 12-year-old Kerri Andor wouldn't have. Things get a little more complicated when Kerri's brother is picked as the other tribute. Jyn is good at surviving, but Cassian, with his quiet cunning and surprising talent with a bow and arrow, could be a threat. Not to mention that Jyn knows he's the sole provider for his young sister and aging mother; a family who needs him. Who may die without him. Nobody is waiting for Jyn back home. When their mentor's plan to make them seem like star-crossed lovers triples the attention and sponsors they receive, Jyn is forced to play along with the scheme and pretend she has feelings for Cassian. Worst of all? She's not sure where pretending ends and where genuine feelings begin. The gamemakers say they can both go home if they're the last two tributes standing, but Jyn knows better than to believe the pretty promises of the Empire. Soon, she'll have to make a choice. Will she do anything to survive? Or will she let Cassian Andor go home to his family - even at the cost of her own life?
#rebelcaptain#rogue one#dailyrebelcaptain#therebelcaptainnetwork#swedit#rogueoneedit#tuserjyn#usertina#rebelsmik#tusersimone#*graphics#*rebelcaptain#thg au#i have thoughts#i think jyn and cassian are both more katniss than peeta#although cassian certainly has some peeta traits especially their ability to lie and manipulate#but cassian is far less ~golden boy~ and far more directly lethal than peeta who doesn't kill anyone in the games#i also think the bow and arrow make more sense for him since he's a sniper and jyn is more hand-to-hand combat#and then jyn's the one who volunteers like katniss but cassian's the one with a family relying on him#katniss has the desire to survive for her family and jyn has survival instincts but she has no one to go back for#cassian does#which i think makes for an interesting dilemma for him#because he doesn't think he can stomach killing jyn but if he dies what will happen to kerri?#for that reason i think the trick with the berries may come from him#jyn who has spent the last two years achingly alone feels she has nothing to survive for#she has a fondness for kerri and has grown to care deeply about cassian so ultimately i think she'd want to give the victory to him#cassian is the one who has to be like 'no we do this together or not at all'#but then if we go further into catching fire and mockingjay territory i think ultimately jyn's the spark#although would it still make sense if cassian did the trick with the berries? i don't know#i always pictured jyn as the face of the rebellion and cassian getting hijacked etc etc but im curious what you guys think!!
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dailyloopdeloop · 5 months ago
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DAY 97: CONGRATULATIONS, YOU WON!
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nartml · 3 months ago
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was it casual when i had a panic attack at the thought of you dying was it casual when you risked your entire carrier just to feed me lunch was it casual when you were willing to die protecting me even though you wouldn't accomplish any of the goals you devoted yourself to was it casual when i spent so many nights rolling around in deep thought about whether you think of me like i do about you was it casual when i wished for you upon a shooting star was it casual when i refused to let you continue your way down a path of self-destructive loneliness even though you wanted me to was it casual when you needed to kill me and only me to grow stronger and be entirely untethered from your past but you just couldn't was it casual when i preferred to bear your pain and hatred and die fighting you as opposed to giving up on you was it casual when i could trade blows with you (read your heart) even though your supposed wife couldn't was it casual when i was your one and only was it casual when the hands that we blew off of each other bore the evidence of our cosmic connection was it casual when you cried your first tears of relief and happiness after you lost to me was it casual when you kept in touch with me but not with your wife was it casual when we fought and laughed and became inseparable was it casual when i can't exist without you was it casual when i put all my goals on hold because how could i focus on them when i can't even save you was it casual when you were my main motivation for training to become infinitely stronger was it casual when i'd remain a fool my entire life if being smart meant that i had to give up on you was it casual when you know my heart i yours was it casual when
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