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Things I think about all the time regarding Peter B is how a lot of his movement feels almost like laziness but it's actually just an absurd amount of skill and experience. he's been doing this longer than anyone else there, so he knows how that villain speech is going to play out, doesn't look when he fires a web because he knows exactly where it's going to land, and he's absolutely able to predict where Miles is going to go and catch up to him when no one else can. because peter b has been at this longer than everyone else there and it's literally second nature to him. give me more middle aged experienced superheros please.
#:v#I get that he's the comic relief but also I'm on my hands and knees begging#let me see him use his skill again 🙏#peter b parker#atsv#two things that kill me:#one: peterb is so fucking good at predicting shit#genuinely a genius right#he absolutely did not see Miguel hurting miles as a possiblity he was shocked#two: he spends that whole fucking fight telling Miguel to go easy on miles#and cheering miles.#okay three things actually#the little smile miles gives peter when Peter says ''he did have a plan!'' so cute.#give me my useless pathetic older brother with his cool dorky younger brother dynamic back please#wait four things actually#Miguel and Gwen were both surprised when Pete showed up#he was not in the plan when it came to talking to Miles#the had talked about miles being an anomaly right! and Miguel was confused and frustrated when Peter showed up#PETER WASNT THERE TO LET MILES DOWN EASY#AT LEAST NOT BY DESIGN#MIGUEL HADN'T ASKED HIM TO BE THERE MIGUEL HADN'T WANTED HIM THERE#peter being there wasn't a ploy to manipulate miles it was peter genuinely trying to help miles#and failing of course#my perfect failson idiot boy dilf 🫶🫶
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holy fuck harrow is a product of her parent’s genocide and alecto is a product of jod’s genocide how have i never put this together before
i’m trying to spell out my thoughts about this but i cant get past how a horrific number of people had to die in order for them to exist
#was this obvious did everyone else know this?#the locked tomb#harrowhawk#harrow the 9th#gideon the ninth#gideon the 9th#alecto the ninth#alecto the first#tlt#tlt spoilers#locked tomb#locked tomb spoilers#i actually just collapsed into a chair over this I’m so drama#like obviously harrow and gideon’s relationship foils of jod and alecto’s and harrow is jod and gideon is alecto.#because jod and harrow are necromancers and also the one running things as god or as reverend daughter.#and gideon and alecto both come from unknown origins (to the people around them) and had to ‘die’ to give power to their necromancer.#wait no also cause gideon was the only survivor of that genocide and alecto is the embodiment of what remains of life on earth.#also alecto is described as having been violently created#and considering gideon’s conception and wake’s death i wouldnt say gideon’s all that different#hi today i am going insane#four way foils they all foil each other#i feel like maybe this is obvious and I’m just slow but i hadnt put it together spelled out like this before#i LOVE character foils so much
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please god make the "three time winner of the best bard of mondstadt" one of the earliest pieces of evidence we got for the samsara without us knowing it at the time because it would be so fucking funny
#imagine: teyvat actually dies and we have start a new samsara#and this time (because he might as well sell himself for what he's worth dammit) he's all like “Four time winner of the blah blah whatever”#and the traveler's just like. uhm. wait-#or imagine the way we find out is that mondstadt actually holds a best bard competition#and when venti inevitably wins they make a really big and obvious thing of mentioning how#“no one by that name has won this competition in all the CENTURIES that we've been keeping records for it so congrats on your FIRST WIN”#so there's this whole thing with venti trying to convince the traveler that he wasn't technically lying to them#and then obviously floundering as they back him into a corner As He Does#it would be really nice is all i'm saying#venti
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12Jul24
Three hundred and fifty-six days Since last we saw Harry on stage, But tonight a duet! For Ms. Nicks’ Hyde Park set, And a Songbird who’s now flown away.
#larry#harry#harry styles#stevie nicks#bst hyde park#the sun tipped us off that harry would join stevie nicks on stage during her bst hyde park set in london tonight#the fandom was a frenzy waiting to see if it would actually happen#things were pretty well confirmed when the usual suspects started to appear#spotted on the vip platform: rob stringer; kid harpoon and wife jenny; chloe burcham and gemma; tommy bruce#shit got real when we got a photo of harry side stage#jeff was seen with him#(worth noting here that irving managed fleetwood mac at some point)#there were reports that lloyd was there and that pham was taking photos on stage#the presence of the harry parliament made it feel HS4-y#but harry seems to have been there simply to support stevie for an emotional performance#it was christine mcvie's birthday#she passed away in 2022#harry paid tribute to her with a custom ss daley hand-embroidered songbird pin on his ss daley suit#the embroidery is green and blue#the songbird pattern is inspired by an 1800s lithograph and an accompanying scarf shows four different birds#and while it may not be explicitly about larry ...#i can envision harry's smirk when asked which of the four birds he wanted stitched on the jacket#they sang stop draggin' my heart around and landslide#there was also a super cute moment when harry slipped a 'it's coming home' into the mic#not unlike his husband recently#and harry is rocking the beginnings of a skullet mullet#which i'd like to see him fully commit to#limerick-hs#july 12#2024
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Keeping promises? (Part 2 of this post)
Notes under the cut!
YES I FINALLY FINISHED IT RAHHHHHHH 19 DAYS AFTER MY BIRTHDAYSJNDJDKD Anyway. The whole necklace thing is a reference to Azul's chat from the lessons!
Shading gave me an aneurysm but at least it's done. My favorite part is the chibis tho so I hope everyone enjoys that <3 Even made Azul go :3 as a treat
Edit: @jewelulu I forgot u wanted me to tag u when I post art, so sorry 😔😔 But yeah new art :D
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst fanart#twst oc#twst yuu#twst yume#Wow there's a lot just for a yuu#yuusona#Four...#azul ashengrotto#twst azul#azulchi#taruchi#Uhhh was that all the tags? I think so...#Okay no I have more to yap abt in the tags actually#I CAN NEVER MAKE THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE ACCURATE. HEAD IN HANDS#She's not that short guys...#But yeah never shading again. Not worth it /j#Tho I'm really really happy w the chibis they look so biteable#Azul I fear this is the most biteable you'll ever be#Sorry for the plain bg btw I could Not be bothered anymore 😔#ALSO did I ever mention that mafuyu inspired taru's hairstyle. Yeah KSNDJKFNSF#Wait wait I forgot I did the “I love you— IT” THING WAHAHAHA#I would've continued it but that'd equal to more work and I'm afraid. No. I would've taken longer#I might draw it as a doodle during class tho... Probably#☆ taruchi's drawings 🖌️
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quite frankly im so shocked that roddy would be most excited to return to his fatherland go to finland. truly.
"Is there any of your non-Finnish teammates who've picked up some Finnish? Has Evan Rodrigues learned any words just because he's played with you and Eetu a lot?" "No, he thinks he can—some words in Finnish but he's probably the guy who thinks he knows the most Finnish and probably knows the most Finnish of the guys in the team but..." "He's gotta say 'kiitos' after that pass last night! I mean, that was a nice setup!" "Yeah, yeah, exactly."
honestly im SHOCKED that mr hot rod would ever be named in relation to finland.
who couldve forseen any of this coming? like honestly? surprising. shocking. my gasteds have been flabbered.
we live in a society truly
THERES MORE FROM MR HALF FINNISH RODDY WHOS IN EVERY FINNS BUSINESS
at this point it's become deeply comical... making history in finland... continuing to score goals despite not being in finland anymore precisely because of the robes... "im gonna have to keep it going then huh?"... sweet mary and joseph
#eetu luostarinen#anton lundell#niko mikkola#evan rodrigues#florida panthers#2324#2425#wdym half finnish as deigned by mikksy roddy is excited to go to finland#shock pikachu face#special mention despite the short time erod has been here hes fully in love with sasha#“o captain my captain o7” “b2? oh i was gonna say barky squared!!! love you cap!”#the non finn who desperately wants to be a finn#this is what happens when you play in colorado huh#predisposed to the finns#we have 4 finns? paul i think you mean 5 because of honourary finn erod#he is smooching every single one of em he damn well may as well be a full finn#any excuse to bring up that roddy mikksy presser again is a good one im still recovering from it actually#my favourite thing is luosty going yeah erod. hes too excited. it has to be him#lundy bullying erod off the cuff for his lack of finnish prowress LIKE GIRL RELAX HE BARELY KNOWS ANY PORTUGUESE OKAY LET HIM LIVE#and mikksy being so terribly in love with him going youre half finnish because i said so <3#we have a spy amongst us#terribly adorable how much erod has attached himself to the finnish four that this fucking happens godbless#roddy raising his hand like OH OH ME I KNOW I KNOW and not waiting to blurt out the answer or he will die#LUNDY FUCKIN INDULGING HIM TOO OUGHHHHH#CEYINGNGGG#IT JUST GETS BETTER
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i have wanted to read a grimmichi fic about grimmjow reluctantly babysitting (and eventually bonding with) kazui for so long, i drew about it 🥲💕 posting to celebrate the nanosecond of grimmjow crumbs we got last week 🙏
they really immediately recognized each others' voices in the background of a cross-dimensional zoom call huh. right away they were like "that voice!" like yes we get it u hear that voice in ur dreams lol cant wait for more grimmjow crumbs!!! (img insp)
#bleach#bleach fanart#grimmichi#grimmichi fanart#grimmjow jaegerjaquez#ichigo kurosaki#kazui kurosaki#grimmjow#i have a fic mostly written about this moment but it's stalled rn and i wanted to post this before the year ended lol#bc i drew this in october haha#anyways the intention is that this is in grimmjow's (old) room in las noches. it's why ichi and kazu are in shinigami robes.#grimm's just taken off his white crop blazer jacket thing he wears on top of his leather jumpsuit that ive always assumed is sleeveless#grimmjow jaggerjack#for more bg ichi's divorced hime but they co-parent and are still besties and hime is dating ishida now#well thats what i landed on in aforementioned fic but shes really cute with either chad or tatsuki as well#hell mb all four of them are dating and are lowkey collectively judging ichigo for waiting so long to make a move in grimm idk#tho ive always considered tatsuki a lesbian so idk if she'd actually date chad and ishida lol. she seems... too cool for them???? i digress#on* lmao not in. unless 👀👀👀#jk jk... 👀#junichi suwabe i missed the sound of ur sweet sweet baritone. not to be an tot artem stan on this bleach post bUT 😭💖#anyways if i missed out on artem's voice on a few cards when i was playing tot last year cuz he was voicing grimmjow i am a-ok with that
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Linktober (Shadow) 2023, Day 11
Monsters (Dead Hand)
Summer Stop Giving Reader/PoV Character and the Chain a Hard Time and Trauma Challenge (impossible) /j. But really I'll probably write something lighter for Linktober or Linktober Shadow later to compensate for this one lol. Probably a sequel to this one that has Reader actually having a nice time with the Links for once.
Technically since unfortunately studying for future exam season in like a couple of days has been kicking me in the ribs and thus my time was highly cut and unfortunately I don't have an Ocarina to give me more, this is actually a mix of prompts! The ones in the title, Keese, Wolfos, Wizzrobe, Lizalfos, Redead, and Boss, although they are not the focus here, mostly just mentioned but technically checking out the boxes, maybe next time I'll go more in deep on that (Like the original idea that basically was Reader taming a pet Wolfos as a guard hound that I will not elaborate on at least not this year), instead y'all get this with the boss that gave a lot of people childhood trauma and was never seeing again since because we really don't talk about just why Dead Hands are terrifying much, just that they are, really missed opportunity to use them more in an LU context lol.
As always any relationship between Reader and any of the Chain can be interpreted as romantic or platonic, and Reader is Gender Neutral on Purpose. And First is here because again, this would have been longer if exam season wasn't kicking me in the ribs and I have some really evil ideas involving First, Reader and Time bonding over having trauma of enclosed spaces, but thankfully y'all don't get that today lol, or not, it would be a really fluffy scene so up to y'all if it's a win or a loss.
TW:
Don't think there's anything too heavy-ish? But I'm a horror fan so I'm not someone who can accurately judge that. I'd say graphic descriptions of violence and gore, and being restrained/pinned in place and the entire deal that is the Dead Hand's existing, so please don't read if you're squeamish or uncomfortable. Health is important and specially mental health and I always leave these warnings on Linktober Shadow related prompts or heavier stories, so just a heads up so no one is caught by surprise.
Anyway, enjoy reading!
It was an almost unanimous agreement that no hero liked to pass through a cemetery in Hyrule.
From the restless Gibdo, to the mischievous yet usually cruel Poes and the lost Ghini, to the ever wandering Stalfos and the ghastly agonized Redead and ever determined ghoulish Garo, nothing good ever came from entering in areas where dead things roam. You can't be sure if it's because of the magic in Hyrule, the living force of light and shadow and the divinity coursing through the land, or simply the will of the undead or the consequences of Demise attempting to claim the Triforce, graveyards and desolated fields meant silence, they should be where those who are gone should finally acquire their final catharsis, not to roam endlessly without release, solemn as these places are they are still places for a peaceful end and to be denied such due to the whims of the Shadow... You can think of very few awful fates that can compare.
('Terrible fates, you could say.' The grimly bemused part of your mind whispers, as you walk alongside Time further down into the crypt that you and the Chain had followed the shadow into, silver, prisitne armor briefly blends with old, rusted, bloody gold and you think you hear the rattling of bones in the distance, the draw of a rusted, but still serviceable sword. You shut it away with a snarl as you cut down the Stalfos attempting to ambush Wild from the rear, and it goes down and back into the darkness with a screech alongside the chilling knowleged and the sick cracking of broken bones, not on your watch, never on your watch, you refuse.)
"Of all places why did it have to be a bloody crypt?" Grimaced Warriors, casting a weary glance towards the skulls decorating the walls, their empty sockets empty but silently cutting, as if sneering at the fact you lot had dared disturb the dead, as if it wasn't the Shadow's mere presence making what would otherwise be a place for rest into a possible death trap.
Legend smirked, though you could tell he wasn't anymore pleased from the way he marched through the cold, cracked stone floor, steps flighty and eyes darting around corners, "What, a bit too much for you, soldier boy?"
"No," came the prim answer, although the twitch of the hand near his scabbard as you stepped into an open chamber gave him away, as well as Wind being kept at his side rather than near the wall, "Just don't generally like fighting the undead in closed spaces. It's a recipe for disaster."
"On that I believe we all can agree on." Came Time's voice, cutting through the banter, tense as a drawn bowstring, you knew being back in a crypt wasn't easy for him, with the way his jaw tensed, you both had the same awful memories of a similarly buried, abandoned place where dead things roamed without cease, frantic, hungry for the warmth of the living, "Keep your guard up, and stay close together."
Almost as if on cue came the monsters from the open corridors, you didn't hesitate in drawing your blade to cut through the enemy, keese were easily dispatched by Four and Legend's swords, you spun to slit the throat of a growling Wolfos from Twilight's era going for Sky's back just as he mercilessly chased down the Black Lizalfos, the beast clearly avoiding the glow from the Sword of Evil's Bane. Time's back to yours as you cleared the path for him and blocked the Shadow's exit through the left corridor, it had already proven that it would not matter if you did or not, but you refused to not let it work for survival.
The jolt of magic being used crawling up your spine was your first warning. Like the build up of lightning in a storm, the taste of rust and a feeling like tar slithers up your throat.
The second was Wild's warning shout as the chamber shook with the grating, chilling, blood curdling howl of the Redeads, Time lunging away from your side to slash the beasts away from Wind and Warriors with all of the fury of a wolf defending it's pack, before you had to throw yourself back, slamming your back against the arch on the right as it caved in, lest you be crushed alongside the Wolfos coming for your neck the second the older hero moved.
You were separated.
You were alone.
A really, really bad spot to be when in Hyrule's catacombs.
"Are you alright?!", Came muffled from the other side of the stones, the hint of an actual wolf's growl and the distinctive Ordonian cadence, Twilight.
"I'm fine! Keep fighting, I'll find my way to you guys!", You yell back, heart racing, trying not to think about what you could find on your way back, you didn't have any bombs on you, it wasn't feasible to use them in a place as old as this, not without risk bringing down the ceiling on you and the Chain. But most catacombs have interconnected hallways, if you moved quickly, you might just avoid finding anything that you won't be able to handle on your own.
You think Twilight replies, but it's muffled by another Redead's yowl, you wince, your muscles lock up and you feel something warm drip from your ears, but thankfully you are not rendered immobile due to the involuntary wall, you swallow your trepidation and get moving.
The further you get away from the fallen stones, the more silent the catacombs extending from the crypt you were dropped in became, shadows twist oddly by the torches upon the wall with only your breathing and the cold, unfeeling remains of the dead to keep you company, the lowly burning flames bringing you no warmth. The corridors blended together in the darkness cast by the faint light, the shades contorting themselves in the crevices of your paranoia the longer you went on with only your own hurried footsteps to make any true sound.
Not one monster had found it's way to you thus far, though, and according to the copy of the map Legend had made the second you had acquired the original from a very unfortunate Wizzrobe from Wild's era. You just needed to pass one more open chamber to find the corridor leading to your boys, You couldn't keep them waiting, who knew how long it would take for the fight to finish if Redead's were involved? And staying still when the Shadow could turn itself intangible was practically begging it to switch it's attention, it usually didn't pay you as much mind as it did the heroes, Time specially (it seemed to hold a grudge against him more than any of your boys, you noted bitterly), but it would occasionally target you if it meant getting a rise from any of the Link's or if it felt you were too secure in your safety, it was better if you found your way back first to the hunt before you became hunted.
You grit your teeth, by Hylia's dripping gash, you were so. darn. tired. of. being. hunted.
Of watching your friends being led into a wild hunt with no end in sight, dragged by the noose by a remnant that refused to stay dead, you never thought you could burn with so much anger, with the desire to see if fire would scare it sober into ceasing in it's infection of all of Hyrule's Eras. But unfortunately you knew it didn't work like that, so you had to survive, you would survive, because someone had to protect the heroes when the heroes protected everyone else and if no one was going to step up to the job, you'd just have to do it yourself.
Shaking yourself from your thoughts, lest you end up drowning in them, you breath in relief as soon as you come upon the metal door with the symbol of the royal family, faded and rusted with age, there. You just needed to pass through this chamber and the corridor next to it, and you'd be back with Link, all of them, and hopefully out of here. You push it open, grip tightening on your long dagger, almost a sword, good enough to cut and hide. The thick and pungent combination of old, congealed blood, sick and decaying flesh, something like rotten eggs dipped in alcohol and withered flowers hits your nose, making you nauseous but you press on, the chamber is circular and dimly lit, with a long cracked, soft stone from a leak in the walls. You studiously do not look at the far corner of the dungeon or the pillory's and shackles scattered around near the cells, there's a second door to the other side, as soon as you pass through it you'll be in another corridor.
... It's silent, too quiet. Unease slithers and twists around you like vines, but you can't delay, you won't, so you keep walking-
Until you can't.
Something has grabbed a hold of your leg. You look down, and your blood freezes, spotting a long, sickly, pale arm and a bright crimson, elongated nails, claw-like, digging into your ankle, having dug itself up from the fragile ground.
You don't hesitate, slashing down violently at the offending limb, frantic terror spreads through your blood, you knew what was here. It featured in your nightmares for a long, long time, you knew it still haunted Time's, the limb goes slack as it is severed, and you barely note the way it starts bleeding black and green at the stump, thankful for Four's expert craftsmanship and maintenance hints as you dive to the exit. You don't make it far, it's companion limbs bursting in front of your path like a snake emerging from the ground, it makes a solid grab for your arms, one of them grabs you by the scalp, firmly digging as you dodge and weave between, a stabbing pain upon your skull from the indomitable grip of something fueled by fury, twisted magic and rigor mortis and makes you cry out, your slight moment of hesitation allowing two more hands to latch onto your legs and arms, nails slicing through your flesh like easily and digging, tearing like a rabid hunting dog's teeth upon an unfortunate deer, leaving deep gashes upon your arms and ankles, it's not unlike being pinned and held to a torture rack, in hindsight, ironic given just where in the crypt you ended up.
Your hear the ground below shifting below you, a groan carrying through the air, awfully monstrous, coldly human. You struggle harder like a desperate butterfly upon a dissection board, from your peripheral, you see the form of the thing unhurriedly dragging itself over, it uses the sharp and bloody ends of where bone was broken to slice it's hands off to shuffle out of the grave, using it's stubs as support. Long long neck barely supporting it's elongated head, the scent of rot intensifies and you feel like gagging as it settles it's empty, frigid, hungry eye sockets on your bound form; it's broken jaw contorting itself in a mockery of a human smile over rotten gums and exposed teeth, stretching unnaturally and bringing emphasis to it's rotting, bloodied sunken features. From behind it's bloated, putrid shape, barely obscured by the bloodied white cloth and the grotesque vision of the undead you swear the crimson eyes of the shadow, watching you coldly, the hint of a knife sharp, serpentine smile as the sound of wet meat slamming across the ground rings in the chamber.
Fury mixes with your panic as you snarl, trying to twist the dagger in your grip as best as you can to drive it into the arms, pain and blood drips from the open wound but you don't care; you need to get away from the Dead Hand. A monster like that feels no pain when struck for it is not human, not any longer, and you couldn't hope to face an infected one alone, it shuffles over the floor, unhurriedly shuffling like a predator that knows it's prey can't run away, it moans and groans with hunger as it approaches and you have no intention of giving it a meal, you grit your teeth as the nails sink deeply into your shoulders and arms, using your blade to saw through rotting flesh and hopefully break bone with every single inch of strenght you have, the blade is slick in your hand with your own blood and the poison-tar of the Shadow's infection burning through you but you do not mind, can't. You need to get away-
The undead's teeth sink into the hollow of your collarbone, blunt, human teeth that shouldn't have half the strenght it does to rip through flesh, blood and crack bone, and you caterwaul with pain, skin crawling and numbing and set aflame with curses sent from the dark reflection of the hero, darkening, veins blackening, your eardrums vibrate with the force of your own agony and you are sure you could rival a Redead on pitch alone of your tortured howl. Struggling even more ferociously, attempting to disloged it, kick it off, your blade sucessfully slashes through the arm from your reverse grip, pushing away from it with the savegery off a cornered predator you sink your long dagger into the undead's eye sockets, tearing through it's cheek with animal ferocity, it keens high and chilling, you're losing blood quickly and it (for it's not a human, not anymore, you can't feel sympathy for it, won't. You can't hesitate.) knows, for it tries to chomp down onto your vulnerable neck, your arm being the only thing keeping it from biting it out as you growl with pain, although you can't be sure it just won't bite through, it's teeth are bared, the pitch of it's blank eyes locked onto yours in stalemate, you have the advantage of not being weakened by hunger and decay, not sluggish like it but that will not help for long, the clammy being determined to bleed you dry and feast on your corpse and you are drowning drowning drowningDROWNINGWITHWRETCHEDTORMENT MAKE.THE.PAIN.STOP-
A scream of your name, sword calloused hands yank you away from claws and fangs (because nothing with blunt teeth and nails should be able to wound someone so throughly), you waver on your feet, swaying, supported by a warm, strong body and pulled away. A sword slashes the foul being away from you and you go lax, numb with pain.
First, First was supporting you. Keeping you steady, stopping you from falling, snarling at the corpse with a lion's fury, holding you protectively. Time tears by him like a man possessed, frenzied with the look of a man looking at his worst nightmare and growling in denial. The Links, wounded but alive, the Chain had met you halfway.
The last thing you remember before losing conciousness as adrenaline leaves your body and everything goes dark, is wishing that they'll burn it to be sure it's gone for good. It's the kindest thing that can be done for a such a wretched existence.
You'd be okay.
#linked universe x reader#technically#lu first x reader#lu time x reader#but mostly only hinted at because things didn't go according to plan#anyway my pitch is that dead hands died of hunger more so than torture which is why they are so darn bitey#and that being an undead being in Hyrule is horror at it's finest actually and in this essay-#Really can't wait till exam season is finally over so I can ACTUALLY dig up those essays lmao#missing scenes include and are not limited to: First comforting Reader after because he knows intimately how unpleasant it is#to be restrained underground alone#and the two fall asleep on each other to reassure the other is still there#and protective Time caring for Reader because having Dead Hand Trauma™ dug up is not fun#On a Scale of Viscerally Hating the Dead Hands from Biggest to Lowest: Time First Twilight Warriors Sky Wild Hyrule Legend Four Wind#I will not elaborate why at this moment#And now I'll take a darn nap lol#summer writes linktober 2023#summer writes linktober shadow 2023#summer writes#Feral Reader#Reader gets to be capable as a treat
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side effect of having my hydroxychloroquine work really well is that i'm forgetting what it felt like to be Really Horrifically Sick. both because of the emotional distance and because of my general memory issues. the memory issues are a LOT worse concerning Times When I Was Horrifically Sick.
so i'm actually pretty grateful to my past self for the amount of time i spent oversharing here. if i scroll back like seven months in my autoimmune tag i can find posts of me essentially going "eh, i'm sleeping for 22 hours a day but i don't really care anymore bc i've accepted i'm gonna die" and "life sux. can't breathe or think or feel my chest but that's constant so i don't wanna go to the ER about it AGAIN" and "docs took 14 vials of blood 4 x-rays several lung images several lung tests and an EKG before i even left the hospital today. even tho they havent gotten my test results back yet" and i'm like god Damn.
I REALLY LIVED LIKE THIS????????
#if you have ever been the favorite favored patient at an american hospital. you know.#presumably triage is similar in other countries too i just know the american experience is very tied up in. cost benefit analysis#you have to be in BAD shape to be taken seriously at american hospitals. even the good ones. (especially the good ones??)#if you're waiting in the ER for four hours bc of triage it sucks. if you wait for 60 seconds because of triage uh.#You Are In Deep Trouble. You Are In Much Deeper Trouble Than An Annoying Waiting Room#WOW i was so fucking sick. i'm just. flabbergasted.#like i know intellectually that these things happened and have vague memories of all the testing processes and stuff#but i don't Feel it anymore. those things happened to a different person. please god let me have hydroxychloroquine forever#do you guys remember me being sick?? i think some of you actually might remember it better than i do which is. WEIRD.#anyway. back to fic editing now#autoimmune tag
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i've let myself be fully absorbed by minecraft :')
#it started with hermitcraft and then i hopped into the parkour civ bandwagon and i just wow#while i'm staying mindful to stay out of the toxic parts of the community it's been nothing but a wild ride#if i'm being careful there are so many great people that are just here to appreciate the craft#share fanart#cry about irl interactions (specifically the hermit family during twitchcon STILL CRYING BTW)#right when i accepted i was invested in them the parkour civilization thing blew up#i have always been a acookiegod watcher so seeing him here was delightful#but wow#that 4hr whole thing was just so fascinating to watch#talked to my bf abt this and i had no other way to describe it besides it felt like pokemon#the slow start and the slow rise to the top#i initially thought the 1st part was the elite four but after watching both movies i realized it's the whole game#part 1 was making your way through gyms and part 2 was the elite four plus the champion#DONT GET ME STARTED WITH THE ELEMENTS LIKE ICE GLASS CRYSTAL AND NEO????#elite four vibes through and through#and the villain#mindblown#it felt nostalgic but fresh at the same time#i can't wait to dip my toes (and actually fully sink into) the whole mc fandom#toff.txt
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Rosaria Champagne, “Law of the (Nameless) Father: Mary Shelley’s Mathilda and the Incest Taboo” // Star Trek: Deep Space 9, 2x22 “The Wire”
#incest tw#RENT LOWERING GUNSHOT POST#''I never met anyone who relished a good interrogation as much as you did.''#and then we proceed to hear a story about how Garak preferred to stare at someone for four hours straight rather than interrogate them#and THEN we proceed to watch him try to interrogate someone and not be able to do it even when he literally doesn't even have to doanything#because the anti-changeling machine basically does it for him and he still can't even watch it happen#hm. hmmmmmmmmmm#''We're both getting sentimental in our old age.''#Fathers love to tell you you enjoyed it actually. and also you're basically a fellow adult really.#it's their favorite thing in the whole world#Starky's Original Posts#Star Trek: Deep Space 9#watch these tags look stupid after I watch Broken Link or something. whatever I'm basking in them for now.#not sorry for posting this due to the fact that I wanted to do so. however I am sorry you had to see it.#god I looked up TDIC script for this and I cannot do it anymore#NO NEED TO PRETEND. YOU'RE FOND OF MILA. AREN'T YOU? YOU DON'T WANT HER HURT DO YOU?#SICKO TELEVISION SHOW I CAN'T WAIT FOR ALL OF CARDASSIA TO GET EXPLODED BY ONE TRILLION BOMBS#GOODBYE
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WARNING.
Yagi and Fin are now locked into an event. Any asks answered will be presumed to be mid-event if they're from an anon.
If you would like a starter that takes place during the event 'Brotherly Hatred', please send me '❕❕❕' via the inbox, or via a DM. All starters/interactions/etc. for the Mainverse (for this blog since I know a few of you are doin' things in the soulmate AU on your own blogs)- unless requested by other muns- will now be presumed to take place after the event is meant to be over. Details for the event itself are under the cut.
Evan Well has escaped prison- and as such, Finley Well (his youngest sibling who ratted him out to the cops in the U. S.), has been put on 'Hero Watch'. This means a Hero (can be shifts or otherwise, default is that Yagi takes up being by their side 24/7 as 'All Might', though he only shifts forms as need be) has to keep an eye on them at all times. This is due to Evan Well being known for being insanely mentally unstable- and since he kind of broadcasted his intent to kill Fin on live television when they were 23 (so three years ago), and was last seen making his way to Japan...
Fin is now under 24/7 surveillance until their brother is captured, for their own protection.
Yagi and Fin will be impossible to separate during the event, and Fin will be mentally unstable/insanely stressed. Yagi will be very stressed and far more protective than usual.
Please note that this event takes place during the students' internships in S2.
#It’s not the end of the world/There’s always light where it burns || Mun#//that's about as 'st@rter c@ll' as the 3vent is gonna get#//watch me take a month to write up the actual thing I f.cking dare you- (dies inside)#//ANYWAY just happy to have another chapter out!!!!!#//I'd wait until the next chap came out to post this but Idk how much of the 3vent I'll blitz through in a chapter hence...posting this now#//b/c for all I know I'll do it in one chap I might do it in four stars only f.cking knows with my writing--- XD
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“Hey, Dirk,” says Tina, sniggering, “you ever heard of this movie Goncharov?”
Dirk drops a stack of five plates.
“Oh, no,” he says.
(Read on AO3 here)
Tina runs for the nearest broom as Dirk runs for the nearest computer. By the time the plate shards are swept up, Dirk has opened about sixty tabs. “This can’t be happening,” he says, clicking on five more links. “It’s not possible.”
“Mm,” says Tina, “seems around you, just about anything’s possible.”
“But Goncharov,” says Dirk, desperately. “It doesn’t exist.”
“Well, duh,” Tina shrugs. “It’s an internet joke. Crowdsourcing a made-up movie. There’s a pret-ty hot love triangle, too - wanna see?”
“No!” says Dirk, flinging up his hands. “It does exist, it just - it shouldn’t. It can’t, not anymore. I already solved that one.”
Tina stops looking for fanart. “Wait,” she says, “Goncharov is a case?”
—
“The mind wipe,” Dirk announces, half an hour later, “has failed.”
Tina, Farah, and Todd blink at him. “What mind wipe?” says Todd finally.
“The Goncharov mind wipe,” says Dirk. “It’s wearing off. Oh, I told Thor it wouldn’t last!”
“Thor?” says Farah.
“Wearing off?” says Todd.
“Wait, so there’s real footage of the hot love triangle?” says Tina.
“Focus!” says Dirk. “This is important! Clearly, the repressed memories are already bleeding through - if this spreads, who knows what will happen!”
“Not us,” says Todd, “since you haven’t told us anything about it.”
Dirk glares at him. “It’s very simple,” he says. “Loki, god of mischief, weaseled his way into a theatrical re-release of Martin Scorsese’s most famous mafia movie, in an attempt to spread his mind-controlling message to a wider audience - and also possibly for a chance to star alongside famed actor Robert DeNiro, though I have to say, Loki’s acting chops were nowhere near as professional –”
“Loki is in Goncharov?” says Tina, bouncing up and down. “Who is he? Not Andrey? Oh - Katya?”
“Er,” says Dirk, “frozen… Steve?”
“Ice pick Joe?!” says Tina.
“Wait - back up,” says Farah, getting off the couch and heading for one of the six whiteboards scattered around the agency (Dirk refuses to erase any “essential records,” which includes Mona’s doodles, Farah’s grocery lists, Todd’s drunk-after-midnight song lyrics, and Dirk’s confusing string walls, so in lieu of reuse, they just keep buying more). “Mind-controlling message? About - what, exactly?”
“World domination,” says Dirk. “What else?”
“What, like, make way for our mythological Norse overlords?” says Todd.
“Todd,” says Dirk, “the art of mind control is that of subtle insinuation. The smallest nudge to a person’s most seemingly innocuous impulse might one day bring about Ragnarok itself. The pathways of the human brain are far beyond any of us to begin to fathom.”
Todd exchanges glances with Tina. “So…” he says.
“So “Make way for our mythological Norse overlords” was embedded in the credits, yes,” says Dirk.
Farah pauses halfway through busily scribbling a semi-coherent list of Dirk’s far-from-coherent retelling. “If it’s just the credits,” she says, “couldn’t you replace that segment? Instead of mind-wiping the entire human race?”
“Yeah, who watches the credits, anyway?” says Tina. “Farah, you don’t count, no one else cares about the back-up apprentice costume designer.”
“Yes, that was my suggestion,” says Dirk, “but I was, er, overruled. Thor doesn’t generally go in for half-measures, in my experience.”
“And how extensive is that experience?” says Tina.
“We’re getting off-track,” says Dirk quickly. “The important thing is, the mind-wipe wore off. And if everyone suddenly remembers Goncharov, they’ll also remember the credits. And if they remember the credits…”
“Make way for Loki,” says Todd gloomily.
Everyone stares at the whiteboard.
“Okay,” says Farah, clapping her hands together, “so all we have to do is find Thor, find the mind-wipe technology, debug the mind-wipe technology so it works this time, figure out how to deploy it correctly, and get Thor to mind-wipe the entire human race a second time, before everyone remembers Goncharov and Loki comes back. If he’s not back already.”
Everyone stares at Farah.
The doorbell rings, and then the door bursts open. “DIRK GENTLY!” roars a voice. “Hail and well met!”
—
“You broke the mind wipe box?” says Dirk, aghast.
Thor squirms on the couch. Thor is the only one on the couch, because he takes up most of the couch. Farah is still by the whiteboard, and Todd and Tina are standing by Dirk, completely failing not to stare.
“I didn’t break it!” Thor protests. “I simply - misplaced it. Onto a chair. Which I then sat on. Which was, honestly, far worse for me than for that box, given all the unpleasantly sharp components.”
Todd shakes his head and wishes Thor didn’t sound so much like Dirk, with a deeper voice and a slightly different accent. It’s hurting his brain. He tries and fails to stop looking at Thor’s bare arms. They take up an unfair amount of his field of view.
“Thor,” says Dirk, putting his hands on his hips, “we’ve talked about this. You must be more careful where you sit.”
“Again,” says Thor, “I did not know that hat was valuable.”
“It was cursed!” Dirk squawks.
“Can everyone focus!” says Farah. “Thor, do you have the box with you?”
Thor shifts slightly and pulls out a mangled cube. It looks like a movie prop that, well, someone has sat on. The translucent blue sides are faded and dusty, and wires are poking out of the middle.
“...Sorry,” says Thor.
Tina squints at the box. “You’re tellin’ me this thing is why I forgot the boat scene?” she says. “I dressed up as the boat scene for Halloween!”
“...You were a boat?” says Todd.
“I was six,” says Tina, “and in retrospect, the homoerotic overtones went way over my head. Cool costume, though.”
Farah, meanwhile, examines the box. “This isn’t too bad,” she says. “It should definitely be fixable. Probably. Almost certainly.”
“If only we still had Patrick’s lab,” Dirk sighs.
Farah’s eyes twitch sideways. “Well…” she says.
The door opens again. “Farah!” yells Lydia. “Have you heard of this movie Goncharov?”
—
“Of course I can fix it,” says Lydia.
Everyone sits forward on their respective couch, couch armrests, chairs, or, in Dirk’s case, table. “You can?” says Thor.
“Yeah,” Lydia shrugs. “This is all 80s tech - it’s built to last. These transistors are comically huge. If you want, I can swap it out for new stuff - might take a little longer, but it’d be, like, credit card sized.”
“Could you really?” says Dirk. “Is this one of those Boring Law things?”
“Whatever’s fastest,” says Farah, before Dirk can fall down another endless hole of knowledge he’ll forget till his next case. “Lydia, do you have everything you need here?”
“Yeah, it’s all at my bench. Give me a sec.”
Lydia takes off towards the workbench Farah set up two months into Lydia’s Belize stay, and the rest of them sit back to wait. Dirk hums something under his breath. Farah goes back to writing on the whiteboard.
“So,” says Tina to Thor, after a moment of silence, “did you two ever…”
“I’ll order a pizza,” says Todd, shooting up.
—
Todd barely gets back off the phone before Lydia returns with the repaired device.
“That’s it?” says Tina, frowning at the cube.
“It’s an ancient artifact of my people,” says Thor.
“Which you sat on,” says Dirk.
“Something I learned from my dad,” says Lydia, “is that sometimes the smallest things cause the most problems. Even when the tech is ancient. Maybe especially then.”
She sets the cube on the table and taps something on the side. A blue glow creeps up the sides. The cube begins to pulse faintly, seeming to draw space in around it. It’s mesmerizing, in an unsettling sort of way.
“...Yeah, I hate that,” says Tina.
Dirk shudders. “Thor, can you…” he says.
Thor places one large hand over the cube, cutting off the hypnotic light. “I shall need a higher vantage point,” he says. “Wait for my signal.” He’s out the door before anyone can say anything else, to possibly everyone’s relief. A second later, there’s a flash of lightning, and a resounding boom of thunder, and everyone jumps as though they’ve been shocked.
“Well!” says Dirk, shaking himself and standing up. “That was… a thing.”
“Wait - that’s it?” says Todd. “We met Thor, and now he’s just… gone?”
“Yes, that’s how he generally operates,” says Dirk over his shoulder. “It’s part of the reason we… well.”
“Part of the reason you what?” says Tina.
“Popcorn, anyone?” says Dirk.
“Popcorn?” says Farah. “Why?”
“Why, for the movie, of course,” says Dirk, then pauses. “Er. I think.”
“No, there was a movie,” says Todd. “Wasn’t there? Something about - um - shit.”
Tina props her legs up on the table. “Hey, Far,” she says, “what’s up with your handwriting today? That whiteboard’s a mess.”
Farah looks at the whiteboard, where a whole square of notes has gotten completely smudged. “...Huh,” she says. “Must’ve slipped.”
“Pizza’s here,” says Lydia from the doorway, where none of them heard a knock.
“Pizza!” exclaims Dirk, and everyone entirely forgets what they were ever worried about.
(And somewhere, deep underground, Loki sighs and logs offline, thwarted again from his latest and nearly successful plan to escape at last.)
#i am SO sorry everyone this came out of nowhere and i haven't proofread it At All and i know i'm like four months behind the bit but#i couldn't NOT write it in fact it wrote itself so. i know i am often like 'this is the stupidest thing i have ever written' but this is#ACTUALLY the stupidest thing i have ever written but it went in directions i Did Not Expect in its short length so i hope u enjoy it too <3#dghda#dghda fic#dirk gently's holistic detective agency#dirk gently#todd brotzman#lydia spring#farah black#tina tevetino#goncharov#my fic#(also for the record this is Sandman Loki who's underground waiting for ragnarok except instead of getting his liver eaten he's#chilling on tumblr which may be an equal amt of torture idk.)
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#i’ll start. sigma is fascinated by trees#like he went up to gogol one day and was like hey what the hell do those things even do#and he explained it to them in the most gogol way possible#so obviously they had to look it up to actually understand the process the poor loser was explaining so poorly#and then they were like WOAH WAIT THEY JUST DO THIS??? LIKE?? THIS PROCESS IS GOING ON AS WE SPEAK????#and gogol was like yeah why and sigma went and this is just common knowledge to you????#and then they spent the next four hours doing tree research#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bungou sd#bungo stray dogs#bungo sd#bsd fyodor dostoevsky#bsd nikolai gogol#bsd sigma#sigma bsd#kinda#i talk about them a little bit#idk#bsd headcanons#headcanon#bsd shitpost#bsd [rat edition]#posts the tumblr gremlins liked for some reason [rat edition]
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inspired by elli's poll lol cause this seems fun actually but if you guys have bad answers I'll kill myself on your doorstep or smth
#“rori all of these are your faves how can there be a bad answer” well I still have an internal ranking on some of these#and if all of you pick an option that I think pales in comparison to the others. well. hm#I know what's gonna sweep though because two of these are niche as hell and 4 maybe 5 of these are things you people don't follow me for#fun fact I actually had to scrape my brain to make sure I couldn't come up with any more#I am unintentionally very picky on what is a favorite apparentlyyyy#I also just don't watch/read enough stuff these days so there's that#AND I NEED LONG TERM EXPOSURE TO KNOW THEY'RE STICKING AROUND#so like. I have some options but I don't KNOWWW if they're sticking yet#but this feels like such a small poll lmao#also no sapphics on here this is actually cause I hate women-#NO. JOKING. zelink is here. I almost put gideon and harrow but I'm in a perpetual state of not having finished tlt#and I couldn't put nebetta and darya I was drawing the line at 2 tbos ships. well. actually. changed my mind#not editing these tags actually you guys can see my thought process#WAIT AND SAYMARI. FUCK. I LITERALLY MADE A PLAYLIST FOR THEM I LOVE THEMMM#ok. is 4 tbos ships too many. hmm#I said 2 of these are niche now four of these are niche it's really the “which tbos pairing is your fave” poll#THIS POLL IS SO FUNNY IT'S SO SELF INDULGENT I HAVE TO TAKE OUT AT LEAST ONE TBOS SHIP#I should add one more general one...#cause I do actually want genuine and varied answers I gotta give y'all options so they don't all pool at the first two#I also almost put ellie and abby on here.. that would've been so funny four popular 1 rarepair 3 super niche ships#ellie and abby are soooo interesting to me though so of course the thought of them having something horrible going on together compels me#and they are one of my 3 favorited ao3 tags... they deserve a place...#ok well while I debate on that I'm putting akutagawa and atsushi on here I admittedly have only had like two months of exposure to them#but it is enough I can tell they are so crazy to me#the way my tags are just me overthinking everything on what is supposed to be a fun and silly poll... no one does it like me I'm afraid
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You ever read a line you wrote and you’re like fuck, did I do that? I said that? Damn okay, alright, maybe I’m pretty good at this
#reading some of the lyrics I’ve jotted down for a future steddie fic#and I’m like#fuck dude#wait#I did that??#that was me???#fuck that’s pretty good actually damn#fanfic writing#steddie#fanfiction#writing#imposter syndrome#I do the same thing with drawing realism#I’m like surely this isn’t going to go well#and then I step back and I’m like wait fuck when did that happen#hey that’s pretty good#as if I didn’t literally go to art school for four years#with an immersion in creative writing#smh#helpimstuckwriting#helpimstuckrambling
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