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softiedingo · 5 months

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Mobius and his chaotic puppy God.

But don't worry, he doesn't bite.

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hughmanbean · 2 months

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You Look Lonely

Inspired by this iconic scene.

When Jason was with the League, he'd thought he'd spotted something lingering above the pits sometimes. Then again, he'd also been hopped up into a mad rage by nasty death water, so his memory wasn't credible by any means.

But after a particularly bad day, as Jason just sits in front of the Pits looking at his reflection, he looks up.

"Hello, handsome."

Gorgeous eyes looking down, freckles dotting the skin. White hair gracefully flowing, a playful smile directed at him.

"What a day, hm? You look lonely..."

A warm bubbly feeling sprouts in his chest. Like if pit rage had a distant cousin.

"I can fix that."

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp #Honestly I had this thought spawn as I was taking out the trash and I was smiling to myself like a maniac #I mean how could I not?#It beckoned me #dead on main #dead on main ship #Bladerunner 2049 reference #It can either be A: Bladerunner exists in the DP universe but not the DC one so Danny's doing a bit but Jason thinks he's serious #Or B: This is genuine #Ignore the music.

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deadpoetsargas · 6 months

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I just saw this on pintrest and everyone should know about this

(Not mine btw)

#marauders #sirius black #regulus black #black brothers #james potter #sirius #sirius and james #quidditch #seeker #seeker sirius #everyone needs to see this #everyone needs to know #this made me smile like a maniac #make sirius a seeker #wolfstar #isnt mentioned but i need people to know that i ship it #fic prompt #kind of #i love this idea

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sirensea14 · 8 months

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girlgerard · 2 years

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sorry the juxtaposition between the last time gerard was on tour with mcr vs now is making me ill. them needing to quit in 2013 because they felt like they were acting on stage and were spiraling to a point of no return transforming into them in 2022, more bare and real and themselves than we've ever seen performing, smiling like they can't believe how excited they are, writhing on the ground and nuzzling their best friends and being so goddamn happy.

#like they usually didn't smile much onstage it was a serious affair even though they were having fun #but now god #they're grinning like a maniac. they're so HAPPY #mcr #my chem #my chemical romance #gerard way #mine

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happy-hermit · 1 year

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Part Two of White Hair Scar fic !!! This man is going through it <3

Part One

@stiffyck

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He’s lucky he doesn’t run into anyone on the way back to the Swaggon, because when he climbs into his bedroom and glances at the mirror, the first thing he sees is white. More than there was before. Way more.

The entire front section of his hair is now a stark, unnatural white. Scar stands in front of the mirror and slowly takes his hat off. It won’t help, anymore. He’ll have to find a new way to hide.

What is this? His mind works frantically behind a layer of numb acceptance. Why is this happening? Why is it happening again?

It’s like his hair has given up on holding a color. It’s almost as if his body is forcing him to have some outward sign of his internal struggles, which isn’t fair; not when he’s trying so hard to keep it hidden. Tears prick at his eyes, but he stubbornly blinks them away, exhaling shakily and looking up at the ceiling. There’s a cobweb in the corner. He’s been away for too long. It feels like he hasn’t really come back at all.

(Would that really be so bad? If he’d stayed gone? If he’d stayed there? No one has seen him since they’d gotten back. No one has come looking for him. No one cares if he’s here or not.)

The faint echo of the harsh words drifts through his mind, and he closes his eyes tightly, breaths coming faster. The phantom burn wounds spread across his body start to sting. It’s like he’s burning all over again, dying and dying and dying—

The mirror cracks as he turns it around so its reflective surface is facing the wall, and his hand is shaking where it now rests against the back of it. He’s lost the battle against the tears in his eyes, but at least now he doesn’t have to see it. And he’s alone. So no one else has to see it, either.

(No one would want to. No one should have to. He is not allowed to be sad, or angry, or lonely. He is only allowed to be happy, to be quiet. To be alone.)

The floorboards creak as he collapses down next to his bed, painful sobs wracking his body even as he tries so hard to stop them, even as he holds his trembling hands against his mouth, as if it would do anything — as if his hands could ever be anything but clumsy and unsteady and useless.

The sun outside has set, and the lanterns in the room are burning bright. Scar can see his reflection in the window. He gets the honor of watching in real time as another section of hair turns white, bleeding slowly from his roots to the ends. He whines high in his throat, heart dancing to an offbeat drumline in his chest, and he squeezes his eyes shut so hard that it hurts. His knees pull up to his chest and he hugs them tightly, pretending that it’s someone else holding him close, pretending that someone cares enough to comfort him, pretending that he is someone who deserves it.

Scar is on the floor in a room that doesn’t feel like his, in a world that feels wholly separate from him, and he falls asleep holding his own hand.

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In his dreams, he is standing alone in a vast expanse of darkness, and someone is speaking to him.

(You are trapped here) says the voice, gleeful and cruel. Mocking. (This will not change, and you will not change. You don’t know how, do you?)

“Who are you?” Scar demands shakily, and his voice echoes in the infinite space around him. “Where am I?”

(You could be anywhere) says the voice, and the inky blackness surrounding him ripples and changes and suddenly he is standing in the desert, cactus growing in a ring around him. (You could be here.)

No. Scar lets out a strangled gasp and stumbles backwards, sand grabbing at his ankles, blood dripping into his eyes, and he is tripping and falling and landing—

On a mountain. His wizard hat base is rising into the sky above him, and the wind is howling, and even his breath has left him. His vision is blurry. He cannot think. Please.

(You could be here) the voice continues, endlessly amused, and the world fades back into darkness. (You could be anywhere. But you can only be yourself. And you will always—) Scar gets the impression that the voice has gotten closer. (— be alone.)

“Who are you?” Scar asks again, broken and quiet.

The voice chuckles, and the hair on the back of Scar’s neck stands up. (Don’t you know?)

It's right behind him—

Scar whirls around and comes face to face with— Red eyes. Horrific burns. Black cloak. White hair.

His distorted mirror image grins at him, cruel and unforgiving. (You never were that bright, were you?)

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Scar wakes up screaming.

His breath rattles in and out of his lungs at unhealthy speeds as he scrambles into a sitting position, eyes wide and darting around the room. He’s shaking so hard that the bedframe is rattling quietly against the wall. The only thing he can hear is his heartbeat in his ears.

It was just a dream. Only a dream. Scar closes his eyes and counts to ten, making a conscious effort to slow his breathing. When he opens them again, he is at least less likely to pass out.

He had moved to his bed at some point in the night, but now his covers are strewn about the floor due to his frantic movements. The sun is bright outside his window, and he knows without checking that it’s nearing midday. His head hurts. There are dried tear tracks on his cheeks. He is still shaking.

He gets out of bed anyway, sitting on the edge for a few moments before finally finding the courage to stand. He staggers over to the big chest against his wall and kneels down beside it, flinging it open and digging through it with trembling hands. Finally, he finds what he was looking for, and pulls it out onto his lap.

A worn green cloak, hooded and heavy. Just another one of those items of clothing that he keeps for just-in-case purposes. It’ll come in handy, now. It’s perfect for hiding. He doesn’t have to look to know that his hair has gotten worse.

The cloak falls over his shoulders, a comforting weight, and some of the tension drains out of him. He’s only just woken up, but he’s tired. He is tired in a way that he doesn’t think can be fixed.

I need to go away, the thought appears unbidden in his brain, a quiet certainty. No one can leave him, if he leaves first. I need to build somewhere else.

It wouldn’t be for long, or for good. It would just be… a place to go. Just in case. Somewhere out of the way.

He starts making a list of materials he’ll need for his new base in his head as he walks toward the door, already workshopping different themes and ideas. He pulls his hood firmly over his head and reaches for the doorknob, puts his hand on it, and he— freezes.

What if someone’s out there? His mouth goes dry, his hands going clammy. His heart speeds up, just a little. What if they want something?

Scar shakes his head forcefully and turns the knob. Stop being stupid, stop being scared.

He walks through Boatem with a few empty shulkers in his inventory, one hand on his hood to keep it down and the other twisted into the front of his shirt as he struggles to fight off his nerves. There are a few gray clouds hanging over the horizon, but they are far away, and the sun is shining. He wonders where he should go. Where would be far enough.

He equips his elytra absentmindedly, just finishing when distant movement catches his eyes, and he turns, heart in his throat.

Grian and Mumbo are sitting on top of Treesa, and Scar has to squint to see what he thinks is a picnic. They’re eating lunch together. It is simple, and casual, and such a small thing, and Scar aches.

Mumbo spots him and raises his hand in a wave. Grian turns and does the same. Scar hesitates, mind running a mile a minute, his heart skipping stones across a violent ocean in his chest, and then he waves back. His hand shakes, and he drops it quickly, continuing his walk.

For just a moment, he considers turning back. He considers going over there. He considers throwing his entire plan out the window and begging them to let him stay.

Instead, he pulls rockets out of his inventory.

(Rule number one. Don’t go where he’s not invited.)

Scar picks a random direction, and he flies.

#don't worry he will get comfort :) eventually :)#i like this more than the first part i'm ngl #i'm having lots of fun with this one #i was smiling maniacally during the nightmare sequence let me tell you #anyway i hope you guys like it!! :D #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #j writes #jay's journal #white hair fic

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cupiidzbow · 4 months

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the fact that i like a lot of strong goofy ass guys who probably feel the most secure while having me safe in their arms makes me so……..

#like they can probably throw a bus at someone but they melt at the though of their lil boyfriend being in their arms…. grinch smile ……#and they are so gentle too…. ( miranda cosgrove image ) interesting.#SORRY I FEEL SO EVIL RN RUBBING HANDS TOGETHER MANIACALLY #txt

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sparrowin · 2 years

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OH MY GOD????????? WHY IS HE SO ………….

#his smile actually makes my heart beat out of my chest like a cartoon #maniacally screaming crying throwing up rattling the bars of my enclosure #sobbing hysterically scratching biting jumping down the stairs punching kicking hissing flying #stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things bts #joseph quinn

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luna-lovegreat · 5 months

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Luna, I LOVVEEE your character analasys posts!!

They're so detailed and we'll put together and they brig me great joy❤️

you...

YOU!!!!

Oma!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

fjdkfjwjwkfkdkkqkfofkockfofkfkfkskkskfmdkaks

Oma I can't believe this you are so very important and special to me

I love your art and I looked at your whumptober art every day

I'm always so thankful to get to look at your art and it's makes me so happy that you're here

!

!!!!!

I'm still in shock thank you so much I'm glad you like my stuff I think you're amazing

#Oma!#🐸 :D #asks #personal #Aaaaaaahhhhh #I'm smiling like a maniac #you are so amazing friend thank you

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areyoudoingthis · 7 months

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i just went through a category 5 edstede event how am I ever supposed to be a person again

#i have to work in a few hours???????#how do i stop thinking about you wear fine things well and smiling like a maniac???????????#ofmd spoilers

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oh-gh0st · 11 months

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Idk if you’re doing requests still but!!! What abt shinrei and jyushimatsu together? Holding hands or something?

obviously, you guys want me to EXPLODE

#ghost's doodles #ghost's asks #oso san posting #jyushimatsu #shinrei mijime #shinushi #enjoy the second piece of “official” art of them (smiling like a maniac)#u guys get two for the price of ONE #also shinushi posting 2 days in a row??? no way....#im banging my head on my desk rn at the first image. im SO NORMAL RN. IM SO NOR

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goingextinct · 10 days

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#is that pete #in the background #the one smiling like a maniac and a predator #anyway #look at his hands #i want him pregnant #ps

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callilouv · 23 days

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guys how do u hide it when u like somebody cuz i might jsutbe one of th emost unsubtle people ever

#ive been TRYING to play it cool #c c cc cuz theyre always the one making moves but ooHHH MY GOD #I CANT DO THIS ANY LONGER IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE #I THINK O F THEM AND I S M I L E THIS IS NOT OK #mention his name? i smile. u say smthn that reminds me of them? i grin like a fukcing MANIAC.#what has he done to me this is not who i am im supposed to be rizzless and swagless why why WHY ME

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thymelessink · 4 months

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"Buckman's the name, Mayor's my game!"

#did I like the movie? not really but Robert Englund being all smiles throughout the movie was well worth it #2001 maniacs #mayor buckman #horror #slashers #my art #robert englund

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nero1forte · 3 months

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“demi you already posted about this” STFU I WANT TO POST ABT IT AGAIN

every akishinji fan needs to listen to this song it’s literally so them . it is hurting my brain

#.pdf #smiles like a maniac #akishinji #Spotify

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funstyle · 1 month

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omg I need you to know I still have your ask game ask you sent in early February because every single time I’d go to answer I’d get to like the 3rd or 4th question and tumblr would close out and not save a draft or anything and I never had the stamina to do it to the end for like a 5th time lol but I love you for sending it one day it’ll randomly post with the original post nowhere in sight and far out of our memories ❤️ it’ll be fun. anyways love you have a beautiful great day 🫶🏻

THIS IS SO SWEETTTTT ur gonna make me cry ❤️ i look forward to that surprise omg!! i love that it's just keeping u company in ur inbox in the meantime 😭 ahhh

#ily this just made me smile like a maniac lmfao🥺

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