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theconjurervfx · 6 months
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Sleepy Hollow (1999) dir. Tim Burton
day 30 of 31
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tabbyrp · 1 year
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The scariest part of Halloween as an adult is not having plans. Nobody wants to be stuck at home with three-foot-tall Spidermen banging on the door for Twix bars.
-forbes.com, Last-Minute Guide To Halloween In Los Angeles 2022
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wilkoakdraws · 5 months
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Inktober 2023, The Magnus Archives Edition - finished with the last part, prompts 30 and 31, both so season-5-style plot heavy.
*wipes brow* what a challenge! You can find all previous ones on my blog. I will probably compile them later for neatness~
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nonetoon · 6 months
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Caught-on-Tober Week 5: Late Night 🌙 🍂 🎃
29. Karaoke / 30. Bonfire / 31. Left Behind
Happy Halloween!
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serickswrites · 3 months
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Believe in Me
Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, bruises, blood, rescue, unconsciousness, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath
"Believe in me," Caretaker had shouted as Whumper dragged Whumpee away, "I will find you. I will free you. Believe in me, Whumpee!"
Whumpee couldn't remember how long ago that was. They just knew it was a long time ago. And Whumper had been hurting them for a long time. But they had to hang on. They believed in Caretaker. Caretaker would get them out of here.
"Think you're so tough," Whumper hissed as they struck Whumpee's bruised cheek.
Whumpee struggled to keep their footing, struggled to keep from swinging in the standing cuffs. They couldn't fall down again. It hurt so much.
Whumper struck Whumpee once more. Whumpee felt their skin split and blood pour from above their eyebrow. They lost their footing and began to swing. "PLEASE!" They shrieked as they swung.
"This can all stop if you just give up. Give up hope, Whumpee. It won't be so terrible. I promise. I can be just as kind as Caretaker."
Whumpee didn't remember much after that. The world was hazy. They knew Whumper kept hitting them. Hit them until the world went black. When they came to, they were on their side, shackled to the wall. At least Whumper hadn't left them hanging.
Whumpee didn't know why they woke. It was dark and their body hurt. They wanted nothing more than to close their eyes and let oblivion claim them once again.
"None of that, Whumpee. Keep your eyes open."
Whumpee's heart skipped a beat. "C-C-Caretaker?" They dared to hope.
"The one and only," Caretaker gave Whumpee's shoulder a squeeze as they finished picking the locks on Whumpee's cuffs.
"You're here," Whumpee sobbed. They started to sit up, but as the room began to spin, they thought the better of it.
Caretaker wrapped their arms around Whumpee's shoulders. "Of course I am. I promised you. I told you I would free you."
Whumpee sagged with relief, suddenly the days and days of torture weighing so heavily on their body. Caretaker was here. Caretaker had them. They were safe. They were free. "Th-Thank you," Whumpee whispered. Their eyelids felt so heavy. But they were safe. It was ok to sink into oblivion. Caretaker had them.
"Whumpee, keep your eyes open. Please stay awake. Whumpee!" Caretaker's voice was sharp, but so distant.
Whumpee wanted to reply. Wanted to fight to keep their eyes open. But they were so tired. They believed in Caretaker and Caretaker was here. They believed Caretaker would set them free. And with that final thought, Whumpee let the darkness claim them.
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rizalismyotp · 4 months
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Including the days where Al temporarily returned to his flesh body (which i'm counting because he was conscious just in a different way), Al was awake, without reprieve, at minimum, for
1,672 days.
Also known as:
-55 months
-239 weeks
-40,128 hours
That is unfathomable.
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keniaku · 11 months
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daily gojoken until one of them dies: day 28 & 29
catching upppp
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starkatvantas · 1 year
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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robo-dino-puppy · 6 months
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horizontober 2023 | 31: future
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xinyuehui · 1 year
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My name is Shi Guang. I’m 18 years old. There’s nothing special about me, but I have an extraordinary friend. Our story, that time when I felt like I had help sent from above. It all started in that summer many years ago. That’s when we started to become inseparable.
5/5 Go Day with Qi Hun│Hikaru No G●
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DAY 30
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jtl-fics · 2 months
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Happy wip Wednesday!!! I know I'm a leetol late (6:30 my time 9:30 yours) but could I get something with some Seth this week? Happy writing <3
WIP Wednesday 1/31/24 (Closed) | New Kings AU
Matt guides Kevin away from the wounds of Andrew's manic laughter arm warm and friendly around his shoulders. "No one's blaming you for needing a break man." Matt says quietly, "You had to keep him together all the way home." he says squeezing his shoulder.
Kevin swallows and he leans a bit into Matt's side.
For as good of a Backliner Matt was professionally after college, he'd always been 10x the friend.
"Thanks Matt." Kevin says quietly as Matt opened the door and-
"Oh, what the hell is Day doing here?" Seth squawks.
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floridaboiler · 2 months
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with-u-0209 · 6 months
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I'm finally done with June's 30 days.
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It seems like the next update will be on December. They also give you a free time travel ticket.
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nonetoon · 1 year
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And Caught-on-Tober for the last days of October! Happy Halloween Everybody 🎃 👻
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kybercrystals94 · 6 months
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Resilient
By KyberCrystals94
Read here on Ao3!
Whumptober 2023 | Day 30 | Prompt 31: “I thought I was getting better.” | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”
Rating: T
Words: 935
Summary: Echo thought he had gotten past these episodes.
Author’s Note: I swapped the prompts for today and tomorrow, because I was going to post Part 3 of Regroup today; however, I needed a little more time with it, so it will be coming tomorrow!
“CT-1409, do you experience these episodes often?” a soft, even, expressionless voice asks.
Echo turns his head and finds himself face to face with a Kaminoan lab assistant, large orb eyes blinking slowly, expectantly. Waiting. They had asked him a question.
“What?” he asks, shifting awkwardly where he sits on the end of a medical cot, metal legs dangling.
The Kaminoan sighs but repeats the questions. “Your night terrors. Do you experience these episodes often?”
“No,” comes the automatic lie, “I don’t have night terrors.”
“That is incorrect, CT-1409,” the Kaminoan refutes, “Our records indicate that you experience night terror episodes between two and three times per week.”
“What records?” Echo demands. He’s never confessed his nightmares to anyone, let alone a Kaminoan medical facility. The only ones who know that he wakes up some nights with a scream being torn out of his lungs are...
“We receive reports from Clone Force 99,” the Kaminoan replies coolly. “It is troubling that you would find it acceptable to lie about your condition.”
Echo’s mind is reeling. The Batch told them? They’ve been reporting to the Kaminoans all this time? He trusted them...
“It isn’t a condition,” Echo protests weakly. His mouth and throat feel like he swallowed sand.
“Fully functioning clones are resilient to mental and emotional disorders such a post-traumatic stress. However, seeing as you have been altered extensively by the Techno Union, it is understandable that your cognitive constitution has been compromised.” The Kaminoan turns away from him, picks up a syringe filled with a silvery blue substance.
Echo stares at it. “What is that?”
“The cost of treating your condition far outweighs the benefits,” the Kaminoan tells him. “Please lie back and remain calm.”
“You’re going to decommission me,” Echo breathes out. He doesn’t move to lie down, he can’t. Even if he wanted to. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to die. “I need to speak with my commanding officer. CT-99...”
“There is no need,” the Kaminoan interrupts him. “Your commanding officer is fully aware of our decision.”
“No!” Echo shakes his head. “Hunter would not allow this. I demand to speak to him immediately.”
“You are Kaminoan property. Your commanding officer has no say. Please follow my request, or I will be forced to have you restrained.”
Echo wills himself to move, but it’s as though his muscles have turned to stone, heavy and unyielding. He can only watch in horror as the Kaminoan approaches him, puts a hand on his shoulder and pushes him back. The needle of the syringe glistens in the haunting white light overhead.
“It is a painless death,” the Kaminoan assures him.
“No, please,” Echo begs, and he realizes he is crying. “Please, I don’t want to die. Please.”
“You have served your purpose and are no longer a valuable or viable resource.” The pinch of a needle.
“Please...”
“Echo!”
The cyborg sits up with something between a strangled scream and a gasp. He is breathing hard, lungful after lungful of air doesn’t seem to be enough. A hand grips his bicep hard, and Echo pulls away wildly, swinging out with his scomp arm.
“Hey, hey, take it easy,” Hunter’s voice sounds startled, and Echo turns to see the Sargeant looking at him from several paces away.
“Stay away from me,” Echo chokes out, “Don’t come near me.”
“Echo,” Hunter soothes, “you were having a nightmare. You’re safe. You’re okay.”
“No,” Echo cries, “I’m not okay. I’m not!”
“Alright,” Hunter says.
Echo nods, still breathing hard. He can’t decide if his face is wet from sweat or tears. Maybe both. Either way, he rubs at his face with a shaking hand.
Hunter takes a step toward him, and Echo swallows, averting his eyes to the tangle of blankets only half covering him now. “Can I sit next to you, vod?” Hunter asks.
Brother.
Echo nods again, but Hunter still approaches slowly, like Echo’s a wounded animal about to lash out with teeth and claws. He kneels next to the bunk and puts out his hand, palm up. An offering. Echo takes it, gripping Hunter’s gloved hand so tight the fabric protests. “This is real,” Hunter murmurs. “You’re safe.”
“I’m safe,” the ARC echos softly. He sniffs. He is definitely crying. Kriff.
“This hasn’t happened in a while,” Hunter comments gently.
Echo tips his head back against the wall. “I thought I was getting better.” He glances at Hunter. “Did Omega hear anything?”
“Yeah,” Hunter admits, “she came and got me.”
Echo curses. “Hope I didn’t scare her too badly.”
“You didn’t,” Omega says from the doorway, her body pressed against the frame. “I was just worried about you.”
“I’m fine, kid,” Echo says. He releases Hunter’s hand and tries to wipe the dampness from his face again. “Just a bad dream.”
Omega smiles at him. “It’s okay if you’re not, though,” she says.
Echo blinks. Damn it. The kid was going to make him start bawling again. He returns her smile shakily but doesn’t trust himself to say anything, so he gives her a tight nod. That seems to be enough, because after another flash of a smile, she’s gone, called away by Tech in the cockpit, by design, Echo thinks distantly.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Hunter asks.
Echo shakes his head, the residual emotions of betrayal lingering in the corners of his mind. That wasn’t real, he reminds himself firmly. This is real.
“Okay, that’s fine,” Hunter says. He stands up, puts a heavy hand on Echo’s shoulder for a moment, then follows Omega out of the room, leaving Echo alone.
He focuses on the sound of the ship around him, takes a steadying breath. This is real.
END
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