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i-am-totally-not-a-lizard · 11 months

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Wow

#crabs #thanks to whoever gave me these crabs it is much appreciated #now my app is unusable but it's ok i need a reason to do something else anyway #like sleep #I'm tired #good night guys #it's 2:32 am god my sleep schedule is messed up #people like me are an ugly stain on society #xd im a silly goose frfr #how many tags can you even put?#anyone else ever play transformice?#the crabs remind me of /cafe on transformice #that was a fun game god i kinda wanna play it again i spent so long playing that game #but my tribe disbanded and it's kinda not as fun without a community to be part of #maybe i should try it again who knows #but for now i should sleep #god im such a lil sleeper such a lil snoozer #or i will be in just a second #when i go bed #gn guys #good night to all the lovely souls who ventured this far into the tags #i love you and hope you have a good day #or night #and don't let your also schedule get as fucked as mine #go to bed!!! (if it is an appropriate time)#(or if you just wanna rest just take a lil nap that's nice too)#jeez that let you put a lot of tags #holy like this is a lot should i even post this?#i don't wanna be annoying #meh who cares anyone who sees this follows me anyway fuck it imma post this now and SLEEP dammit

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seelie-buddy · 2 months

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It's midnight I was trying to sleep and the realisation hit me that... I didn't write in almost 2 months???????

#leaf : talks #damn school took up all my time with the tests and stuff I had #i should purposely take out some time everyday to write something like literally anything #but for now I should sleep

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tullmetal-archivist · 6 months

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it's been years but I still can't believe like. he. he really named the protagonist his exact real human name and then named everyone else Michael. that's so funny still why did he do that

#tma #the magnus archives #i know Jonny is on tumblr now so this is a dangerous post if you see this man no shade sorry shxgvkxhxe #i should not be ALLOWED to post when this sleep deprived but unfortunately no one can stop me

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somegrumpynerd · 24 days

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Thinking about how Nightmare has 4 mortals and 3 of them are so so bad at taking care of themselves

#UTDR #UTMV #My Art #Truce au #Killer Sans #Dust Sans #Cross Sans #Horror Sans #Nightmare Sans #''I don't feel like drawing a bunch I'll just do a quick silly doodle'' sits up until 1am finishing this #But this is about their bad habits not mine so #Killer and Cross are the worst offenders for sleep but they're pretty managable #Dust is the worst for food but Horror can coax him into enough food to get by #Horror was - for a short time when he first joined - Nightmare's clear favourite #Because he would actually ASK for things when he needed them #(Not that his joining didn't have problems of it's own but y'know #Nightmare was starting to expect it at this point)#I should ramble for 10 pages about the boys joining the gang someday #Not now cause I'm going to bed but y'know #Anyway goodnight gang!

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crescentmp3 · 1 year

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hmm i should sleepy. *ten million explosions

#im sorry its very funny to me when theres an abrupt explosion or the likes happening in a post #now i /should/ sleep #will i? only time will tell #🌙rambling

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shanniakharina · 1 month

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a little addition to bakery enemies au part 184 from @buggachat I put the dialog to let y'all know where I imagined it'd go!

If you haven't already, go check her comic now!

ID: [Adrien blushing a bit is leaning over giving Marinette a kiss on the cheek making her blush profusely while she looks shocked. Adrien has a speech bubble over him saying "you're amazing".] End of ID

#miraculous ladybug #beau #bakery enemies au #buggachat #i haven't drawn in forever #this little doddle took me longer than i'd like to admit #no i did not draw adrien's hair like 500 times what are you talking about #adrien's face looks weird i know don't come at me #i suck at drawing profiles lmao #hopefully mari looks cute tho?#noooo #i just realized i forgor mari's other hair strand!!#T.T #oh well #im outta time anyways #fixed it!#added the hair strand lmao #i should really go to sleep now #my art

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bigothteddies · 1 year

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I think being worshipped and thirsted after would cure me actually

#unimportant thoughts #im gonna go take my morning antibiotics now #i dont feel as fixed as i should by sleeping last night #i want to feel normal again :(#1k

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jaradraws · 1 year

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zac oyama you've done it again (making a character that's irresistible to me)

#ngl i mostly drew this remedially.#the art this season is rad as hell. but that string cheese simply looks too cool.#should look more babygirl. like a floppy cheese slice.#the ravening war #d20 #dimension 20 #colin provolone #you can trust that the bishop will be making an appearance eventually. but for now i must sleep.#fanart #jara draws stuff #sketchie sketch

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radiance1 · 9 months

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Alfred Pennyworth has in fact, perhaps, in the slightest of chances.

Picked up his Master's habit of collecting children as if they were on sale.

He was spending his time on one of those rare vacations he decided to take, it was nice, to relax with only the vague overhanging worry of something going wrong back at the manor that he's gotten very good at ignoring.

Only to come across a child bleeding out in an alley, heavily injured.

He would not be able to live with himself if he didn't at least try to help them however he could.

Such is how he acquired a child he later found to be a meta who whished to learn the ways of a butler.

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Danny had escaped from a GIW compound, after having been handed over by his family a while after his reveal. He felt, completely and utterly betrayed, when it happened. His parents, while hurt, he was at least capable of actually seeing them do it, but never would he have thought Jazz would do so as well.

They did it so happily, that he wondered if letting him go really was the greatest thing to happen to this family.

He chained, muzzled, all the ways to bind him they pulled all the stops too, knowing how dangerous he was. He wouldn't have even done anything then, too stunned by his families apart willingness at handing him over to the government.

He hated them.

He hated them so much.

The GIW facility was a terrible, cold, unfeeling place. One where they drilled thoughts into his head again and again until he found himself unconsciously repeating them when his head felt empty, one where his body gained a new mark day by day and pushed through tests, he had no clue of even hoping to comprehend what they would gain out of it.

It was a cold, unfeeling place. Placed in a cell of white and nothing else, with low walls and chains binding his body in place until the time came for another experiment.

It was a room he grew used to. One he even held some kind of strange, twisted affection for.

It was a room that held a tiny piece of safety, of rest. It was a room that taught him to hate.

A deep, powerful, disgusting, twisting hatred that crawled from the depths of his cells, corrupting his blood and carving itself deep into his bones. Forcing it's out of his pores until it practically oozed from his flesh.

It drowned his mind, tainting each and every thought, every memory, every dream, every waking moment until he could feel nothing but hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate.

When he was taken out of that he could feel nothing, with the drugs swimming their way through his blood that snapped the thin string keeping him between a person and an emotionless puppet.

He thinks that's what the GIW thinks he is.

And when he was placed back in that room, he could only hate.

It was a cycle. Stuck between feeling either nothing or hatred.

He hated feeling nothing, it made him feel like he wasn't real. Like it snapped the thread that held him between what a real person was and a dream.

So, he allowed himself to drown deep into his hatred. Until the white walls of his far to small room seemed to fade, until whatever sound he could have heard became nothing but dull noise.

Until the passage of time seemed to become just a blink.

He didn't know what day it was, when he saw it. Saw them. He didn't know the time, the date, the day, the hours. He knew nothing.

But he could recognize his family. Recognize one of the objects of his intense hatred that he forced his thoughts too. The people who willingly gave him up just like that and one of the causes for his current life.

He didn't know why they showed him them, he felt it some sick, utterly cruel joke. A joke he didn't know the punchline for, a joke the universe sent his way to make his life all the more miserable.

There were multiple of them. Multiple clones of his family. Som within test tubes, some being pulled out from the tubes, some walking around in lab coats. A waste of talent, they called it in his dad's case, a waste of intelligence in his mother's, and a waste of intellect in his sister's case.

His original family was already dead, he was told. Replaced by clones, clones that took over the legal decision to change his guardianship. Clones walking around twisting and desecrating his family.

'At least it was painless.' One of the clones said, talking with his mother's face. 'Far more than they deserved for having keeping a thing like him' spoken by his father's imposter.

The drugs pumping through his system to keep him calm, to keep him feeling nothing was suddenly pierced through by an intense feeling of horror, hate and self-loathing.

He should've known it wasn't his family. He should've done more! More to protect them! To keep them safe! The could've still been alive if he just knew.

In that moment, watching imposters speaking, walking, talking, breathing, with his families faces. He exploded. Exploded with a power fueled by nothing but his intense hatred for every. Single. Living being in this goddamn facility.

He killed whoever stood in his way. Managing to get his hands on relatively newly designed weapon, an ectoplasmic scythe (that also apparently could revert into an everyday item). Which he used to rip and tear throughout the entirety of the facility. He got injured, of course, he couldn't dodge everything, but he didn't care.

A body stuck between life and death, incapable of fully going one way or the other no matter what happened. Gifted supernatural powers fueled by wrath and twisting hatred and a weapon made by man yet in the range of the supernatural.

They didn't stand a change. He killed them all. No matter who it was, man, woman, clone. He didn't, couldn't care. He could only kill, only maim, only hurt.

And that's what he did.

It was then, when the facility was blanketed with silence tainted by despair, death and hysteria. When previously white walls were covered by blood, and the halls turned into rivers of blood and corpses. That he broke down, the overwhelming hatred he felt replaced by relief then sadness then self-loathing.

His family didn't give him up! But they were killed. Kill because of him. He couldn't stand being in this place, anymore. His body felt as if it were moving on unseen strings as it walked through the halls, the scythe shrinking back what it was when out of combat, his mind too occupied by thoughts and feelings.

It walked through a portal, one to the ghost zone, and then promptly into another portal and spat him out into an alleyway. Which he then promptly collapsed and curled into a ball, curing the shrunken scythe in his palm and he was out like a light.

A few days after he woke up, he found himself growing attached to the human that found him in that alleyway. An old man, maybe, but a nice one. He didn't want to meet anyone, besides that man, so he turned invisible when anyone else come into contact with him.

Alfred Pennyworth.

It was a name he clung onto mentally and a man he clung onto physically as well. He wanted to be like that man, someone so nice and caring, someone who didn't mind that he turned invisible at the sing of another person, who let him cling onto him both invisible and not whenever he wanted to.

He did panic when he heard Alred saying his vacation was over, and such that he had to leave. He didn't want to be left alone again, he didn't know what he would do if he was left alone again.

Until Afred said we were going home.

We. As in, him plus another. Alfred plus Danny.

Home.

Heat blossomed in his chest, seeming to replace the constant, low hum of hate sitting beneath him skin.

Home.