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Why are you looking at me like that Goro
we just met *Blushes* I'm trying to choose a different ending Goro Stop giving me the eyes, I can't help but take your side when you are looking at me like that.
#cyberpunk 2077#goro takemura#takemura#goro#cyberpunk 2077 photomode#photomode#he is giving me the eye#i cant say no to him#send help#im going to melt#in game Photomode#in game photography#devil ending#different ending#new game#new game +
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Eywa brought me to You
“I see you”
Pairing: Neteyam x f!reader
Notes: This is my first Avatar fic, sooooo it's probably not the best but it was an idea I've had, the peeps will probably be ooc, so I apologize. The war hasn't happened in this fic.
Warnings: fluff, bulling, Ao'nung is kind of a dick, but we love him, Neteyam and Ao’nung are a little ooc
The Desert Na’vi, or the Neni people. The most feared clan on Pandora, the humans are unaware that they exist, for the most part. Only few have entered the terrain, and none have come out alive. The desert Na’vi are fierce and are unafraid of anything or anyone. They live far up in the mountains, in a hole filled with dryness and barren ground. The wind blows constantly, sand and dirt always being inhaled, eye stinging with the sand, skin burning from the heat. It’s the way of life, but even the natives of the land need a break.
•••••
It was silent in the desert, the wind creating a gentle breeze, stirring up every grain of sand. In the middle of the unforgiving desert was The Dome, Where the desert clan lived. Behind the great walls, was the village. It was full of hustle and bustle; vacation is among the people.
“My people!” The thick accented voice of the chief echos among the village; all eyes are on the chief. “Our great departure will begin!” Cheers erupt from the people, whoops, hollers and war calls echo in the Dome.
“We ride!” The chief declares, pulling his hood over his head.
“We are so late, they are gonna leave without us!” Wails the youngest son of the Neni tribe, Seze. Tsamsiyu rolls his eyes annoyingly at his baby brother, such a baby sometimes.
“Just hold on, Seze...”
•••••
You sit on top of your spirit sister, Loran, a mighty serpent of the desert. Her beautiful purple scales shine in the sunlight, her tail rattles at the sight of her riders siblings; racing across the desert to get home for departure.
You giggle, hopping off and open the secret entrance into the dome, Tsamsiyu and Seze race through. You lead Loran into the Dome and close the door. Your brother rolls his eyes and sets Seze on the ground.
“Can you see the inside of your head when doing that, brother?” You smirk, your brother growls and pushes you with his shoulder as he walks by. “Heh, you’re lucky it was me who seen you and not-”
“And not us?” Your elder sister emerges from the shadows, war paint covering her tan skin, green eyes narrow, tail swishing aggressively with worry.
“You are stupid, brother” Syawn flicks her brothers forehead, he gives a small hiss and moves his head away. “Very stupid for bringing Seze along too”
“Shut up, Shxawng” Tsamsiyu glares at his twin sister. “You’re not the eldest, I am. So, stop acting like it”
Syawn hisses, baring her fangs with ferocity. Tsamsiyu brushes her off and finishes putting the rest of his valuables on his sattle and leads his spirit brother out with the rest of the people.
Syawn motions for you to finishes helping Seze and follow her out of the stable area. You set your younger brother in your sattle and lead his serpent out while Loran follows you. Seze just learned to ride his spirit brother and prefers to ride Loran until the departure.
Your father nods and watches the sky for your eldest sibling, Atan. He watches over the people from the sky, destin to be the be the next Olo'eyktan. He is promised to a beautiful woman from the Metkayina clan, they have yet to be mated under Eywa and mated for life.
Atans Ikran screeches, before landing infront of your father. Atan jumps off his Ikran, making sure to take his queue from his spirit brothers. He greets your father, his hands making a cone shape with his fingers dragging it from his forehead out and down; your father does the same in return with a big smile.
"My son, Toruk makto!" Your father brings Atan into his side by the shoulders, Atan much taller than your father. "Has returned! We ride! To the sea!"
The people cheer and connect their queues to their snakes, and with a war call they take off fastly through the Dome gate and out into the desert. Your brother and his group take flight on their Ikrans, watching for any enemies.
You help Seze on to his snake and carefully help connect their queues, his eyes widen; still not used to have such a deep connection with his animal yet. You motion for him to follow as the last of the clan close the gate and locks it; the gate will not open for another few months when you and the clan return home.
•••••
After the long journey to get out of the desert, through the forests and down to the shoreline. The clan waited for their snakes to shed their rough terrain scales and become a sea serpent.
Instead of being her normal dark purple, Loran was the color of the sand, a cream white. Out of the clan, Loran is the fastest, most agile snake in water; very hard to ride if inexperienced.
The next day and a half was spent traveling through the water, not once to stop and rest. The snakes will be extremely tired upon arrival at your Uncle and Aunts islands.
Tonowari and Ronal are not your biological family, but your father and them grew up together.
•••••
As you and your family come into the reef, fisherman and scouts blow through their shells, alarming the clan and the Sully's of the Nenis arrival.
Loran swims behind your sister’s snake and follows then onto the surface. Loran bends her neck, allowing you to slide off her scaled body and disconnect your queue. One your off, Loran shakes off the remaining water, her rattle shaking as she does so.
The Metkayina people smile and welcome you with open arms, Tonowari smiles and greets you and your family with the traditional 'I see you', before giving you and your sisters small hugs.
Tonowari and your father begin talking and walk away towards the village. You sigh and walk over to your snake; she bows her head when you begin to rub on her.
Usually, Tsireya is here with her father to greet you and talk about all the things you've missed in the past year; yet she nor Ao'nung are here. You and Ao'nung have a complicated relationship. You are a very nice person to everyone unless they mess with your family, and Ao'nung is the opposite. It's very hard to get along with someone who is the opposite of who you are, but you make it work for Tsireya.
"Y/n!" You turn your head to the shoreline. The person you were looking for dove off of her Ilu and into the water before running on land. She collided with you, her fin like arms surrounding your slim body. You giggle and hug your best friend back just as tight, her wet body rubbing onto your cloak; drying her but getting you wet, again.
"Tsireya! I've missed you"
You smile sweetly. She agrees with you and tells you she needs you to meet the new members of their clan. You look at her confused but follow along. She leads you through the village, stopping to say hello to any friends you have missed. You come to the edge of the village and stop in front of a mauri. Inside where dark blue Na'vi; Forest Na'vi.
There are four of them, two boys, two girls. Two of them had 5 fingers, two had the traditional na’vi four. Tsireya smiles at one of the boys with a small blush, the boy does the same in return.
You watched the tallest boy stand from his spot on the floor, his gold eyes staring into yours. He stood tall, blue skin damp from being in the water.
This must be Jake Sully’s family. The great Toruk Makto, who lead the 15 clans to victory against the sky people.
“Everyone, this is Y/n” You give a small, gentle smile and use your hand to greet them. The smallest one waves and skips over to you.
“I’m Tuk!” She looks up at you, taking in the detail of your face and ears. You almost look like Kiri, the way your nose points instead of being flat. You have a lot more human features. she gasps when she sees your hand. You have five fingers, just like Kiri and Lo’ak.
She grabs your hand and lifts it up high for everyone to see. They all look surprised, except for Tsireya. They look even more shocked to see you are not blue, but a tan color; looking even more human along with your odd hair color.
“You are human?” The eldest girl asked taking you hand and looking over you. “Half human” You correct her. She looks over you amazed.
“I’m Kiri, those Shxawngs are Lo’ak and Neteyam” She points to each brother. You smile kindly and Kiri leads you to sit down next to her and her brothers to. They begin to ask questions on how you look so human when being so Na’vi at the same time.
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Over the next few weeks, you and the Sully kids became best friends, especially you and Neteyam. He bonded with you because of your kind nature and selflessness, he respects you on a high level as you do him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find you beautiful. Oh Eywa, your eyes are his favorite, especially at night when they glow, a traight your people have to be able to see through the sandstorms or when traveling at night or just in dark places.
Last week, Neteyam got the courage to ask to court you, and when you said yes, his dreams came true. He has yet to ask your father for his blessing, but nobody knows, not even Tsireya.
You and Neteyam walk along the beach, Kiri and Tuk lay in the water with their Ilu’s, Lo’ak is with Tsireya at the docks weaving new baskets for the fisherman.
“Your brother, Atan, is also Toruk Makto?” Neteyam asks watching the largest Ikran in the sky above. You hum in response.
Your tail swished behind you; the sound of his voice twists your stomach with butterflies. Neteyam’s ears twitch at the sound, he focuses on your tail, his gently brushing against your leg. The tips of your ears became red, he is such a tease.
Ao’nung and his little group of friends walk in front of you and your mate, a devilish smirk on his face.
“Is this all you do now, hangout with these freaks?” His friend laughs behind him. You pin your ears glaring at the bag of dicks in front of you. “Why does it matter to you, Ao’nung?” You hiss.
“Because you are gonna be promised to me, and not some forest freak” Neteyam growls, watching Ao’nung brush a piece of you fallen hair out of your face.
He grabs Ao’nung’s wrist harshly with a calm face. “Please, do not touch her”. Ao’nung swipes his hand back, looking between you and Neteyam. “She is mine, I can touch her when I can” Ao'nung bites back.
“No, she is mine” Neteyam growls. He grabs you by your jaw, bringing your lips up to his. By now the rest of your friends are watching and they gasp. Ao’nung’s eyes went wide.
“Haha! She’s taken fish lips!” Lo’ak laughs. Tsireya smiles at you and Neteyam. You two are meant for each other, she can feel it and so can you.
Later that evening, Neteyam asks your father for his blessing, and with the help of you sister and mother, he granted him with his blessing. After that, you went to Jake and Neytiri, Neytiri was spectacle at first, but she also gave her blessing.
Small waves crashed gently against the dock, you and your mates’ feet dangled in the water. His hand held yours gently, his thumb grazing over your knuckles lovingly.
You turn and face him, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. his stare intense. You giggle and bring his face to look at you. You caress his cheek while looking into his eyes.
“I see you, Neteyam” You whisper. Neteyam’s heart flutters as he presses his forehead against yours.
“I see you, my love”
Probably spelt names wrong, not very proofread sorry y’all.
#jake sully#avatar x reader#neteyam imagine#lo'ak x reader#na'vi x reader#neytiri#atwow#ao'nung#rotxo#jake sully x reader#neteyam sully#lo'ak x y/n#idk what this is#ronal avatar#tonowari#tsireya#different ending#avatar way of water#james cameron avatar#eywa#this is bad writing#kiri sully#avatar tuk#avatar imagine#ooc#sorry about that#thefandomthings
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Eiko as Hero AU ^.^
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Starbucks Endgame Ending
1384 unedited words that I wrote at midnight last night as an avid Stucky shipper still salty about Endgame
Also...
HI! I’m semi-back. Not gonna be back for much longer, maybe a few months. I have a lot of news about my life if anyone is interested, but if not that’s cool. I know it’s been a hot minute and I promised things that never happened. Maybe I’ll do them now! We’ll see. Enjoy this surprise that I didn’t think I’d post, but I had a random urge to get back on here and post something!
Warnings: Uhh...a few injuries, I guess, and fluff??? Kinda??? I honestly dunno what this is. Don’t come at me for it being a downgrade. I haven’t edited it, I’ve barely reread it from writing it last night. Just wanted to say hi and post again. I miss you all!
Everything happened so quickly. Helicopters appeared, cars drove up, agents filing out and around the team.
Steve felt gross and tired and he hurt, but they won. They won and it was all okay.
Most of them were flighted back to Manhattan, to the Avengers Tower since the Compound was in rubble. Tony was already drawing up plans for a new one. Everyone was separated to be patched up. Steve and the other five originals were herded into a room to be debriefed, which was stupid. To their surprise, Nick Fury was there with news about reorganizing SHIELD.
Steve sat there in slight disbelief. He didn’t expect thanks or any special reward or anything, but they just went through the biggest fight of their lives. Couldn’t they get some time off before being shoved into politics again?
With the government down their throats, wondering what happened, the captain really didn’t think they’d get a break, but Fury stepped up after nearly six hours of meaningless debates and debriefs that Steve and the others were falling asleep during, and decided to let them go. Steve was never more grateful.
They checked in on everyone, finding most of them and congregated on the main floor, lounging around, in conversation about the past five years.
Tony immediately broke off to hug Peter, the kid having been talking to Carol animatedly. Thor reunited with Loki and the other six Asgardians who came back to the Tower - Heimdall, Valkyrie, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three, as Steve recalled. Bruce was also pulled into that group. Clint stepped aside to call his family, bringing Natasha, who he hadn’t left the side of. Steve looked around for the one person he wanted to talk to, but he couldn’t find him. Instead, he moved from group to group, eventually getting into a conversation with Tony, Nat, T’Challa, Carol, and Thor about what the next move was.
“I’m gonna take off soon,” Carol said. “There’s a lot of other planets that are going to need help pulling things together.”
“You can plan something with the Guardians.” Tony suggested, nodding over to the group that was spread out making new Earth buddies.
Carol scrunched her nose up, before shrugging. “Yeah, I probably will. The more the merrier and all that. What are you gonna do?”
“I have Asgard to help set back up.” Thor declared, smiling over at his group. “But I have a feeling I won’t be needed there for long, so I’ll be back shortly.”
“And we get to have meetings with the UN.” Natasha sighed, rubbing her temples. “So much fun.”
Steve crossed his arms, leaning against the kitchen island they were near, letting his head bow. “It’s not going to be easy, but it needs to be done. Hopefully we can get things sorted to a certain degree by Christmas. Get people home to their families.”
Tony frowned. “I know they said no one’s allowed to go-”
“I think everyone deserves at least a couple weeks off.” Steve reassured him. “We’ll meet back here-”
“Nah. The new Compound should be done in record time. By Thanksgiving.”
“Alright, well, we’ll meet back at the Compound, then. Everyone. Probably sign a few things that everyone agrees with. Hopefully get things structured enough that we won’t be needed.”
“Nick’s already on it.” Natasha gave a small chuckle. “He hasn’t even been back for 24 hours and he’s already got the government in a headlock.”
Tony nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful to that man.”
“He’s a good guy.” Carol agreed with a grin. “So…what about the people?”
“Yeah,” Steve sighed. “We have to do head counts. Or at least the governments will have to. And the team will have to be set up. I don’t even know who we have here right now.”
Natasha shrugged. “We got separated before I could really see. But it seems most everyone’s down here socializing. I’m surprised we’re all on our feet, to be honest.”
Tony yawned, stretching his arms out. “You can say that again. I’m beat.”
“Yeah, me too.” Steve admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m really just waiting on the confirmation that everyone’s fine.”
Every time he heard the elevator ding, he looked over wishing to see him, but he hadn’t come yet. It scared him. What if he ran off again in the midst of all this chaos? What if this whole Snapping business scared him off? Steve wouldn’t blame him if that was the case, of course. He wished he could run away too.
The four continued the conversation, but Steve was spiraling a little bit. Now that everything was slowing down, hearing the laughter and seeing the relief in his team as he looked around, he felt…weird. Like it hadn’t really hit him-
Ding!
Or at least, it hadn’t until he walked in.
He was gorgeous. He’d showered, his hair washed, the dirt previously stamped on him washed off. His skin was littered with bruises and cuts and stitches, but so was everyone else’s. He was laughing, actually laughing, Sam walking beside him, a hand on his shoulder (his other arm in a cast). Peter, like a little puppy with his tail wagging, ran over to talk to them.
It was like a tidal wave crashed into him. Steve saw his entire life, every scene involving that man, flicker through his mind. Every up and down. From the moment he was eight years old getting saved from a group of older kids by a tiny nine year old, to their first dance, their first kiss, his mother’s passing, their apartment, their late night arguments, their early morning make ups, the fear of the War, the missing piece during the USO show, keeping warm in a cold tent, wet socks, the train, the heartache, the cold…and now. Here. Flashy lights, mind blowing technology, new friends, new family, new foes, aliens, betrayals, secrets, politics, robots, experiments, running, dying, living, crying, laughing…
He couldn’t stop the tears that came flooding down his face. He vaguely registered Tony’s concerned voice, but he was running. He was running faster than he was sure he ever did. He felt like a kid, bones rattling, muscles aching, lungs hurting, but it didn’t matter, just like it didn’t matter back then. Because his destination was worth it. He’s always been worth it.
“Bucky!”
The brunette caught him, arms holding him up as the blonde clung onto him, legs winding around his torso. Steve buried his face in Bucky’s neck and did something he hadn’t done in a very long time.
He sobbed.
He cried and cried, fingers gripping onto Bucky’s soft t-shirt, not caring about the others around. Not caring about the persona he’d built all these years. Not caring about the shield, or Captain America, or the Avengers, or Thanos, or anyone. He didn’t care. He had Bucky. He had Bucky.
Bucky fell to his knees, holding Steve just as tight, one hand wrapped around his back while the other rested in golden locks, arms cradling him protectively.
“Stevie.”
It was whispered into his hair, a simple word, but for Steve it was everything. He was everything.
They were boys again, Steve crouching down to Bucky’s level, the brunette holding his scraped up knee with tears in his ears. Bucky climbing into bed with a sick, tiny thing, holding him to keep him warm and promising to never let go so long as Steve didn’t, either. Two boys comforting each other after nightmares. After losses. After fears turned reality.
Bucky and Steve. Steve and Bucky.
“Don’t leave. Please.” Steve whimpered, tightening his grip as if it were possible to get closer.
“I’m right here.” Bucky reassured him, pressing his lips against Steve’s temple, eyes clenched shut.
Pulling away from Bucky’s throat, Steve held the brunette’s jaw so tenderly, eyes wide and teary. Bucky sniffed, having cried a few tears himself, before giving that charming smile. It was like a breath of fresh air; one he hadn’t taken since 1941.
“I’m with ya, love.” Bucky murmured, setting his forehead against Steve’s. The captain laughed, a sob mixing with it.
“‘Til the end of the line.”
“You better believe it, punk.”
Steve shoved him, saying, “jerk”, before pulling him back in, this time for a kiss.
#steve rogers#bucky barnes#steve x bucky#steve rogers x bucky barnes#stucky#starbucks mcu#mcu#avengers endgame#different ending#captain america#the winter soldier#IM BACK#sorta#enjoy!#cjswritings#i dont remember my usual tags#ahhhh#rewrite?#it is a rewrite#i guess#anyways...
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I miss infinite, and I've always wanted to make my own au so I'm taking the chance to make a sonic au. This story would take place after sonic and his friends defeated him, I want to give this jackal his proper ending with style. I'll work on Mephiles's ref sheet later.
#digital art#infinite the jackal#au#reference sheet#maybe a comic#im tired#drawing is sometimes a pain#sonic au#my hands#jackal squad#2000s emo#alternate universe#different ending
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Dragon Characters (A Song of Ice and Fire), Targaryens (ASoIaF)
Additional Tags: Fix-It of Sorts, Post-Canon, dragon feelings, Dragon Riders, I have no idea what to tag, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, different ending, Targaryens Being Targaryens, Happy Ending, my fist got fic, Albinism, albino dragon, DRAGON CENTRIC
Summary:
Dragons are protectors, just like some humans are, they are more than crowns, thrones, kings and queens, wars and swords. They are the world, sometimes it just takes a bit longer to find them.
aka
just a hella cute dragon finding his human and saving the world.
#got#house of the dragon#game of thrones#song of ice and fire#first got fic#dragon#dragon centric#fix it fic#kinda#hurt/comfort#light angst#different ending#targaryen#albino dragon#gift#ao3#writer#fan fiction#writing
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simon doodle in honor of fionna and cake dropping, sad old men gotta b my favorite species tbh
#adventure time#fionna and cake#simon petrikov#hes gonna lose his goddamn marbles again#his mental issues did NOT get fixed at the end of the series- simply swapped out for a different flavor#and its somewhat worse- cause now he can think clearly which comes with some good and bad followups#hashtag get this man therapy#fionna and cake spoilers
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I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times
Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use
#bearz rambling tag#no it’s not really possible to let everyone who uses this term to change#because as far as I know this is the most common word with use on Chinese websites#I didn’t know that pairing are called ‘ship’ here#like why would I even know that#‘ship’ makes zero sense to me#it took me a while to learn the fandom language people speak here#it’s hard#give people time#shipping culture is very different too#Like on Chinese site you HAVE to clarify the Top and the Bottom of this ship in the ship name#it is very very important to them#people who like the same ship but with different Top Bottom preference will fight till no end#imagine how confused I was when I first got here#where there’s no top bottom differences#it’s not really a smut thing#it’s more a dynamic thing#AxB and BxA is very different#oh I can talk so much about the differences on fandom cultures#if ya are interested in more please feel free to ask#it’s very interesting to me#I wanna talk about it
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Sometimes being an artist is feeling like a baker seeing a chemist making the deadliest liquid in the world and wishing you could make the deadliest liquid as well but you're a baker, not a chemist, and then you feel like your bread is worthless
#my stupid thoughts#this doesn't make any sense and that's the whole point#sometimes you see cool art and you love it and wish you could do something as cools as that#but it's simply *not* your style at all#and you end up thinking what you make is bad though it's not#it's literally just different#anyway that's me I'm the baker
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good games i've played on itchio lately:
please tell me you love me - chat with your guild members for the last time before the game's servers are shut down
GIRLKILLER (covet) - there is a girl who looks like you, and today you're going to kill her
cover me in leaves - stuck in your small hometown, you get your first tattoo. and then a few more, and more, and more
don't rock the boat - play through the different perspectives of a women's crew team as they are stalked by something in the water
GUTLESS - you are the captain of a deep sea vessel. your mission doesn't go well
so, about last night... - you wake up sick and weirdly hungry after hooking up with someone at a party. you spend the next night trying to find her.
close the window, my love - short bitsy poem about closing the window. sound on! this creator has a lot of short bitsy works i recommend.
there is a beautiful star - just a short, cute side scroller. lots of short, lighthearted games from them, definitely recommend for a mood booster.
#these are all p short except for so about last night gutless and rock the boat#still not super long tho#these are all on my itch page too but whatever lmfao#also cringe i feel so awkward writing descriptions but i dont really have a lot to say personally#except. Good Game 👍#also sorry recommending gutless a second time sue me#i think girlkiller is my favorite atm... i like the ambiguity in that one and two different endings#games
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Falin isn't comfortable in these kinds of clothes but I'm a big fat Falin kinnie so I had to draw her in some of my outfits anyways ✌️😗
#the overalls is the only one of these outfits that she'd be kinda okay with 😂 but whatever#me @ falin: (points) go there. in the clothes#also her feathers ended up looking more like scales so >:T I think I'm gonna do some studies#my art#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#falin touden#farlyn touden#farlyn thorden#man maybe I can stop tagging all her different name translations now that the anime is unifying everyone LMAO#dungeon meshi spoilers#delicious in dungeon spoilers
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Can’t stop thinking about how all of S2, Aziraphale is throwing himself at Crowley physically (the hand on his chest in the bar, the dance, the hand on his shoulder when Gabe and Beez say being together is more important than sides) waiting for Crowley to make the next move, while Crowley is throwing himself at Aziraphale emotionally (trying to make the humans fall in love by engineering a rainstorm, letting Aziraphale drive his car, recommending Alpha Centauri as a place for Gabe and Beez to go). And how in the final 15, they finally get closer to giving the other what they have been asking for all season, but it’s twisted and miscommunicated: “come with me” Aziraphale says and all Crowley hears is “to heaven”; “I need you” Aziraphale says, and all Crowley hears is “to change for me”; Crowley grabs Aziraphale and kisses him the way Aziraphale has wanted all season and Aziraphale, thinking it’s a temptation away from Heaven, forgives him instead of kissing him back.
#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziraphale/crowley#gos2#gos2 spoilers#I’m unwell#in the soup now folks#speaking completely different love languages until the end when they speak the same language but speak past eachother#help
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Phantom, the new addition to Young Justice, just accidentally made Impulse cry.
Whoops.
Impulse had been talking about a candy that had been in the future, that he missed a lot, that had no equivalent in modern times.
So the next time Danny was in the Zone, he asked Clockwork if he could reach into the future and grab a bar. Clockwork just told him that the timeline he was talking about was dead, but that the people from it were occupying the Zone if he skipped forward in time a bit; maybe one of them knows how to do a homemade version?
So he does that, with the help of Clockwork, and manages to find someone from that doomed and dead timeline that knows how to make a homemade equivalent.
He returns to the world of the living and recreates it, and Impulse is beyond ecstatic for both the food and the recipe.
Then he asks where Danny found this.
Danny, mostly human but having been something other for so long that the concept of 'Death' doesn't hit him the same way, cheerfully says he sought the dead souls of the future that had been dissolved and asked.
Now everyone is glaring at him and Impulse can't stop crying.
Shit.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#phanfic#story prompt#the souls in timelines that get destroyed still exist#and they gotta go somewhere#clockwork threw him into the future but in the ghost zone because like#ndb#it's candy and introducing it to young bart isn't going to cause the end of the world#if anything it strengthens his motivation to avoid it#barts crying tears of relief because he was SO SCARED that everyone had just stopped existing completely#but they exist in a different form#but he can't catch his breath and stop crying long enough to say that
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felt like drawing something sweet [id in alt]
#and then i failed four different poses for as many hours. so. this was the best i got#zukka#zukka fanart#the past few weeks have been such weeks. i am hoping im on the tail end of it. pls take this humble offering in the meantime#i have a bunch of comic sketches for zukka and d20 that i haven't been able to muster the energy to complete. hopefully soon i'll get to em
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more of my re9 antaganoist mia AU..
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#ethan winters#mia winters#rosemary winters#rose winters#resident evil#resident evil fanart#rebhfun#resident evil village#resident evil 8#re8#re9#RE9 AU#mithan#shadows of rose#guys u dont understand how muhc of this i have in my brain#i have the game mechanics and in game eneimes and everything#there r two different endings#i like to think it would be 3rd person game play#of course rosemary is the mc...
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on being left
drift, alek olsen / cheryl strayed / u.k / u.k / trista mateer / rebecca malakai / u.k / marya hornbacher / jan heller levi
#web weaving#webweaving#poetry#quotes#abandonment#on leaving#on being left#being at the front end AND tail end of this at the same time with two different people is going to put me in a hospital
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