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brewing-radianite · 1 month
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how do we feel about clove/iso/gekko ot3
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morsvidet · 3 months
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Astarion deserves a cozy time with comfy blankie 💗
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wasyago · 8 months
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the man(?), the myth(?), the legend(?)
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n0brainjustvibes · 9 months
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FIG. 1: THE BRAIN.
Last stronghold, first breached.
This one was inspired by @quezify's work, particularly these pieces. They also have a piece called Embryology of a Wretch which feels very Victoria-core.
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phantom-0-writer · 7 months
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I actually thought of this prompt like forever ago and i rly wanted to write a whole story for it but i couldn't think of a plot that would stick to it and make sense without adding too many outside elements and in my opinion over saturating the story. BUT i do have a bunch of scenes of danny and damian in my head about this also also some danny and other batfam members.
So anyways your order has been delivered...
original prompt: Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program
scene two: tim's arch nemesis
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scene 01: damian's not-so-very-bad day
“Father, you wanted to speak with me.” Damian said, trugging into his Father’s study late into the afternoon per Pennyworth’s behest. 
Father looked up from his work at Damian’s arrival, Drake gave him a look of annoyance that Damian returned with a sneer. “Damian.” Father greeted as he reached Father’s work station. “I spoke with your principal earlier today.” Damian huffed and crossed his arms in defiance at whatever accusation he was about to be handed, “Put your frown away, you're not in trouble.” Father chuckled lightly. 
Damian frowned. He was not a child, he did not need to be treated like one. 
“There’s a mentorship program at your school.” Father started, Damian raised an intrigued brow at him. 
Perhaps Father had succeeded in seeing his potential, “Well I suppose I wouldn’t mind mentoring one of the many underlings at the so-called academy.” Damian sighed, letting his arms fall to his side, as he looked up at his Father. 
Father blinked at him, processing what he had said, then glanced at Drake who looked like a fraying rope length away from bursting into laughter. “The mentorship program… it’s for you.” Father tried hesitantly. 
“Yes.” Damian nodded in understanding. 
There was an uncomfortable silence from Father.
“He means that you're the one getting mentored.” Drake laughed at him, shoulders shaking. 
Damian turned to Father. But the denial never came. “What!” Damian couldn’t help scream in outrage. “You want me to get mentored by some hillbilly civilian who can't tell a katana from a wakizashi?” He slammed his hands on Father’s table. 
Father looked at him with disapproval, but said nothing, not caring enough to discipline Damian. 
“Hillbilly civilian.” Drake croaked from the corner of the room, draping himself dramatically over one of the side sofas. 
“You’re to meet him first thing tomorrow when you get to school. Here’s his student profile, if you're interested.” Father handed him a singular paper. 
“Father I do not need-” 
“It’s already been arranged Damian, atleast give it a try.” Father said with a sigh, picking up his files again in a silent dismissal of Damian. 
The paper crumpled slightly as Damian stormed to his room.  
Daniel James Fenton. 
“Let’s see how long you last.” Damian eyed the picture of the smiling teen. 
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“Have a good day at school Masters Tim, Thomas, and Damian.” Pennyworth bid, as they all got out of the car. 
“Later, Alfred.” Thomas waved at the butler as he drove off. 
They all walked in the same direction to enter their classrooms, when Drake stopped him in his path. “Ohoho, and where do you think you’re going Damian?” he asked cheekily.
“Tsk.” He was hoping to be able to make it to his class before the others noticed, then continue to evade the principal and other faculty if need be required. To be foiled so early into his plan, furthermore by Drake, was humiliating. 
“Aren’t you supposed to be in the principal’s office?” Drake continued to smother his victory over Damian. 
“I was just on my way.” He huffed, turning around annoyed. Drake and Thomas snickered as he retreated. 
Damian knocked on the familiar oak doors. “Come in.” Mr. Carson called from the other side. Damian entered, and plopped down on the same chair he sat in every time he had been sent here. “Ah Damian. Goodmorning.” He waited for a reply, but when he realized he wouldn’t be getting one he continued on, “Mr. Fenton should be here any minute, but I’m glad you were able to come here on your own accord.” Mr. Carson talked as he hung up his jacket and took a seat at his chair. 
Damian could only watch the seconds tick by as he sat in that office. He wondered absentmindedly if Fenton didn’t show up would he be free. The knock at the door decimated all hopes Damian had for that. 
“Ah, that must be Mr. Fenton.” Mr. Carson mused out loud, “Come in.” 
Fenton entered the room hesitantly, greeting Mr. Carson with a small smile. Fenton was a scholarship student and held reasonable grades so his intellect was not to be underestimated, though often simply being able to score well on tests did not translate to having adequate life skills. Fenton was taller than Drake, but still average, dark hair, tanned skin, gray-blue eyes. When Damian’s supposed mentor looked at Damian for the first time since he had entered the room, Damian couldn’t help but feel like he was caught in a stare off with a beast. 
The way Fenton examined his surroundings reminded Damian of the League of Assassins. Careful, analytical and tactical. All things Damian had excelled in. But there was something different about Fenton than what Damian had often seen in the League. His eyes were softer than those that had trained Damian. Damian couldn’t understand why his eyes looked like that. 
Fenton smiled at him in a way that was likely meant to be kind, “Hi, you must be Damian. I’m Danny.” He stuck out his hand for Damian to shake. 
Damian did not take the hand, instead he turned to principal Carson, “When can I leave?” He asked board, subtly eying Fenton’s reaction in his peripheral vision. 
“We have to iron out the finer details and the both of you will be free to go until we see each other for our weekly check in every Friday.” Principal Carson started, “Mr. Fenton why don’t you take a seat. 
Undeterred by Damian’s lack of interest, Fenton took a seat. Mr. Carson explained to Fenton his responsibilities as a mentor and what would be expected of him, Fenton in turn nodded along attentively. After his long explanation of the whole program the both of them were free from his office, and excused from classes until lunch to “get to know each other better”.
Damian translated that to having until lunch to show Fenton that he was out of his depth and have him running with his tail between his legs. 
“So…” Fenton drawled trying to buy time to think of something adequate to say no doubt, “How about we go to the library to hang out?” Fenton offered. 
Damian simply huffed in agreement as they made their way to a pair of sofas tucked between the many rows of books. 
“So, Damian, uh, what do you like to do after school?” Fenton asked unoriginally. 
Damian turned so he could meet Fenton eye-to-eye. “Train.” He said honestly. If he plans on scaring him off then leaning into the superficial things he learned in the League would do him well. 
“Oh, you do sports?” Fenton asked inquisitively. Damian was momentarily thrown off by his show of genuine interest in his personal life, but Damian quickly collected himself. Fenton was merely putting on an act to get him to open up, Damian would be a fool to fall for it. 
“No.” He scoffed at the thought of sports, “I train for battle,” He made sure to put as much confidence as he could in his voice. Oftentimes in the past when he had told his peers of his activities they had brushed him off and laughed at him, Damian wondered if Fenton would have a similar reaction. 
“Hardcore.” Fenton nodded in awe.
Damian blinked, “You believe me?” He found himself whispering. 
“Well, yeah.” Fenton responded as if it were the most obvious thing, in fact, he seemed confused as Damian’s bafflement. 
Damian quickly collected himself, “Well of course you should believe me it’s the truth, I’m a highly skilled blade user.” He nodded to himself. 
“Blade user, huh? Do you prefer katanas or wakizashi? Or a classic long sword maybe.” Fenton asked eying Damian as if it would help him find the correct answer. 
“Katanas obviously.” Damian scoffed, “They’re incredibly balanced, strong, and give you incredible control over your attacks. Wakizashi are also a good option if you prefer close combat and if you’re fighting in an area with a lot of obstacles.” Fenton hummed and nodded at his explanation, and Damian found himself continuing, “Long swords are originally from the Bavaria and Switzerland regions during the medieval times-”
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solifelessblog · 1 year
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Hunter is a little scared he's going to fall but Willow would never let them fall <3
Please reblog, don’t repost :)
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hey man, did you need something?
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shinythingsarecool · 4 days
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Hello tma fans, I am here to convince you why the buried is the best fear
Honestly, people overlook the buried way too much. The only time you cared about us was when there was that one coffin, and apart from that, nobody cares about the buried.
Which is weird, because in my opinion, it is just hands down the best fear?
Like, there's nothing wrong with it - it's all just really nice and chill, and good vibes.
"Oh, but I don't want to be crushed by multiple layers of earth" ??? the fuck do you mean 'crushed', that is an earth hug. The earth is hugging you. Because it loves you. So don't be rude.
Also may I add that the smell of damp earth or like that cave or dirt smell is really nice? I don't care if you disagree, fight me, I'm right.
Are you tired? Well, why don't you go lie down in a grave and let yourself be consumed by the earth so you may become one with it again? Huh? Why don't you do that? Oh, because you're scared? Of what? The buried?
There's nothing to be scared of, let yourself be consumed by the soil, let your bones become one with it, let the earth hug you and let your soul finally, finally be at peace.
Name one fear that's better than the buried. I'll wait. (No, I dare you, name one fear better than the buried, I will argue my point.)
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pengu1n-flyer · 7 days
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Me when I see someone draw the (human version) bros of Brozone as black or poppy and viva as latinas:
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flowerfairyboi · 8 months
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"Mother Moon, in the fullest of your form, we ask that you bless us with your gifts, your energies. As you ripen like a babe in the belly, make us whole again."
Chapter Twenty-Four: The Hare Moon (S3 E4)
Chilling Adventures of Sabrina directed by Viet Nguyen and written by Donna Thorland (2020)
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charcubed · 9 months
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THERE'S NOTHING LIKE YOU & I a Good Omens season 2 playlist
Quiet, gentle, romantic, and a little bit devastating – roughly in story order. For being lonely together across 6,000 years and aching for the freedom to love.
On Spotify Here
(Previous editions: Soft To Be Strong – Good Omens season 1 | Crowley/Aziraphale upbeat song dump)
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deer-with-a-stick · 9 months
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Literally screaming into a void right now but jesus christ why the hell do so many people hate Gale?? Is this because of Dragon Age??? He's my boy leave him alone
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mangofanarts · 4 months
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Richarlyson's sign: "Can you do angst now?" Nope
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acadieum · 4 months
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hellooo ive also been following u since 2018 i was 14 then and im 20 now lmfao and ur one of the only ppl on tumblr i regularly remember to check the blog of bc ur art style has always been one of if not my favs across fandoms <3
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omfg..... i know im only like a couple yrs older than u rn but U WERE SO YOUNG OMG??? AND NOW YOU'RE 20!?!?!? thats nuts???
BUT WAAAA YOU'RE SO SWEET ;___; <33 that means so much to me esp since i dipped in activity for a while there but i appreciate hearing that sm you have no idea 😭😭😭💛💛💛
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yk, its weird being Way Too Aware & In Control of yourself bc technically i believe im having a panic attack. but somehow i am Very Unbothered by this, bc i know whats happening and its illogical. my body's having an overreaction and i couldn't be fucked to join in
#im sitting here casually looking up symptoms to make sure this is a Panic attack and not a Heart attack#got those heart palpies got that chest pain got that sense of Derealization got that shortness of breath#i even feel a lil faint! ive even got a hot flash goin on! tightness in the throat! the whole enchilada#and yet! im somehow vibing...#my body's throwing a fit smh calm down bro its not that bad...#maybe you'll calm down if i drink some water and eat some fruit <3#shoulda known this was coming... was lying awake at 4 am with really bad palpatations s. m. h.#honestly! this is very annoying!#my vision tried to tunnel exactly Once but i fought it off. idiot meatsuit....#breathing exercises and internal mantras babeyyyyyy i got this shit on Lock#oh! and look at that! my heart is finally chilling out#still gonna eat water and drink fruit#yall should do that too. at least the water part#go drink water! go! shoo!#hydrate or diedrate! always pick hydrate!#absolutely unprompted#alright well that was fun. only lasted for about *checks nonexistent watch* over an hour#i dont think ive had one that bad before! it really tried to Get Me!#had to fight off the deep sense of dread and rising panic with a mental broom!!#finishing my rebels rewatch helped but still. damn. these demons have hands#my brain: OH WE'RE DYING WE'RE DYING ITS A HEART ATTACK WE'RE GONNA DIE AND ROT FOR DAYS BEFORE OUR BODY IS FOUND OH GOD ITS HAPPENING#hard cut to me vibing with a martini.... wii music on blast... hawaiian shirt On and Unbuttoned...#anyway. drink some water. get some fruit. Thrive!
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aroaceleovaldez · 1 year
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okay so the other notes from re-reading parts of Sea of Monsters (and also part of The Lost Hero) - so there’s this one part where Percy is noting some random things about other cabins at lunch. Interesting notes within that:
A.) Beckendorf is 15 in SoM, which does track for him having been supposed to go to college following TLO because that would make him 17 then, but also that implies he has a like late summer birthday. So do with that information what you will.
B.) the Hephaestus cabin is described as 6-7 (unclear if Beckendorf was being included in the group) brothers. Given what we know about the Hephaestus cabin later on, particularly that Jake Mason and Nyssa are implied to be the oldest in the cabin in HoO, this implies that Nyssa probably either joined immediately following SoM or is trans. Also, in The Lost Hero, Will mentions that Jake Mason became cabin counselor at the same time as him, which implies there was at least one unknown Hephaestus cabin counselor between Beckendorf and Jake Mason who died in the Battle for Manhattan.
C.) In Sea of Monsters, the Athena cabin is described as a dozen kids led by Annabeth, which confirms that Annabeth is cabin counselor by age 13 and also gives us a rough estimate of how large cabins were before campers began defecting in large numbers to the Titan Army (leaving about 50-60 total mortal forces for the Olympians/CHB, the discrepancy being an unknown amount of Ares kids joining the battle later). After TLO, CHB’s numbers rise again due to taking in ex-Titan Army kids and all the newly claimed demigods, and we know there’s about like 150 campers in CHB by HoO. Second discrepancy though, in The Lost Hero, Leo describes the Hephaestus cabin being also about a dozen kids. However, we only ever know the names of six of them (Leo, Jake, Nyssa, Harley, Shane, Christopher) and outside of Leo’s first introduction to his siblings we never see the rest of the alleged other half-dozen Hephaestus kids again. If there were a dozen Hephaestus kids in HoO, that would also completely mess up the total number of campers, because Hephaestus cabin is historically one of the smaller cabins and post-TLO the largest cabins would be Aphrodite and Ares (since Hermes cabin had all the previously cabinless kids redistributed and besides them the largest cabin was cabin 7 but all the Apollo kids died save for Will, Austin, and Kayla). Though given TLO casualties as we know them, Aphrodite cabin is probably the largest and Ares second-largest. Either way, if one of the smaller cabins has a dozen kids, then that would mean the larger cabins are probably close to like 20 kids, which completely ruins the math for what we know about CHB’s size at this point in the books. It makes sense for the Athena cabin to have a dozen kids in SoM because it’s implied to be a medium to large sized cabin comparatively to the Hephaestus kids, and this would mean the Apollo and Hermes cabins at that point would have closer to like 15-20 kids which makes sense for how crowded the Hermes cabin is described to be. But then CHB loses the majority of campers to either early war losses or campers defecting to the Titan Army, and even after regaining numbers in HoO no cabins are described as crowded. So no cabin should be having 15-20 kids at this point. If we weight the redistribution appropriately based on the estimated total population of camp, then there should be like at most like 8-10 kids in the most populous cabins.
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