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combining the fact that max is aware of the audience/Watchers and the meta nature of his existence with a redemption au is so funny. can you imagine max just casually slipping in to conversation that they're all characters in a musical. max lives au but the rest of the nerds are all having existential crisis'
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i watched one (1) video on how to draw hands that changed my life forever. like. i can suddenly draw hands again
these were all drawn without reference btw. i can just. Understand Hands now (for the most part, im sure theres definitely inaccuracies). im a little baffled
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A hummingbird thought a man’s orange hat was a flower [x]
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i don't know how a lautity fake dating fic would work, but know that i want one
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obsessed w how pretty grace is here and how evil she looks
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“You can’t headcanon that character as aro, they’ve canonically had romantic interest in someone!!!” Okay but you can ship a character who canonically has had NO romantic interest???
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Uh so I've been doing loads of oneshots from prompts for a while now. I don't have an Ao3 account so I've not been posting them anywhere, but I did one that I'm actually decently proud of and want to share.
Prompt: 33. “I'd like to see you try.” - Curtwen (Spies Are Forever)
It was loud. That was all Curt could think.
His mind was racing so fast that each individual complex thought and emotion blurred into noise. It wasn't just a faint humming, like a computer box trying to process too much, or even crackling static.
No, Curt’s mind was creating the noise of a thousand man marching band, all beating out a drumroll that would never end. It made the sound of a stormy ocean, waves crashing unceasingly against a rock that was just out of Curt’s sight. His brain created the sound of a bomb detonating in too close a range, played out infinitely, never giving him a chance to hear the ringing left in his ears.
That last one was a sound he knew all too well.
Although, he thought with a stab of hurt, the man in front of him likely knew it better.
Owen stood above him, blocking out the minimal moonlight from the thin museum window. Curt didn't need to count the steps between him and Owen to know it was far more than one. His partner had always been a master of understatement.
“I imagine this came as a shock.”
Case and point.
Curt, trying to push down the noise in his brain, lifted his head (and gun) to defiantly meet Owen’s gaze.
Owen's eyes were cold and unfeeling. Their dull brown reflected the blue of the moonlight, reminding Curt of the storm in his head. They seemed almost too glassey, although Curt didn't allow himself to hope for tears. He didn't allow himself the delusion.
It was odd; to stare into Owen’s eyes and see nothing of the man he knew.
Back when the two were partners (could that really have been just four years ago - it felt like a lifetime), Curt could know Owen’s emotion, plan, motivation and lunch ideas all with a single glance at the man’s eyes. Now he couldn't place a single one. None at all, except pure hatred.
Either Owen had got better at hiding his thoughts, or he no longer thought remotely the same as he had four years prior. Curt didn't know which idea hurt more.
Curt didn't know how much time had passed since Owen last spoke, but he figured he should respond. He didn't know what to say.
He delved deeper, deeper into the chasm of his mind, spurred on by the thought of a word, a phrase, something that would get his Owen back.
Wait.
The drumroll ended. The storm stopped. The building fell.
He knew what to say.
“We'll stop you.”
Owen glared down at Curt, pure contempt written all over his features.
“I'd like to see you try.”
#i keep picking the prompts via random wheel generator and the wheel REALLY likes Chaicoffee#dont get me wrong i love chaicoffee but jesus christ ive written 5 fics for them out of 33 total#AND I HAVENT GOT A SINGLE LAUTITY. MY FAVOURITE HATCHETVERSE SHIP#anyway yeah thanks for tolerating my cringe#tin can bros#spies are forever#curtwen#agent curt mega#owen carvour#tcb#tcb spies are forever
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Shocking how many people don’t know that hens lay non-fertilized eggs and think the yolk they’re eating is a baby chicken
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"What if max didn't stop the bullet" au but instead of angst, steph has really bad aim, misses pete entirely, and through an elaborate series of riccochets instead hits the target on one of the carnival games at watcher world winning a comically large blinky plushie that she and pete now have to carry around for the rest of the musical
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it’s monday i’m in the labyrinth
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irl tumblr meetup with the mutual circle but no one says what their url is so u have to guess who is who
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Just checking....
We all pronounce Miette like My-TAY in our heads, right?
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