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avrenn · 1 year

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“ how long have you been holding onto nothing? ”

@j-egr hehe thank you for asking this one ~

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Go ahead and cry, little boy

You know that your daddy did too

You know what your mama went through

You gotta let it out soon, just let it out

It was late, the moon heavy and cradled in the constellations as the blanket of night yawned openly across the city. The pines outside the window groaned, nettles and branches bracing the harsher winds of the season. Avren was glad to be inside the earl’s estate and not in a tent. Or worse, taking refuge in said pine trees. He would take his victories when he could, even though this night did not feel like one.

Idly, he shuffled his cards. Old, worn-out and faded things the drow carried with him at all times. Avren had lost count on the number of drinks he helped himself to. He was warm, content, sore yet unwound only in the way he’d feel after indulging in his vices. When he craved comfort, he sought out Laeken’s company, enjoying the silence they shared as the warlock charted the stars above onto fresh parchment with expensive inks.

Though, tonight, he ignored those searching eyes, burning with green fire as he pinned Avren for all he was worth with a single glance. For the only eye Avren wanted on him was the color of molten amber, more brilliant than the most beautiful gold piece.

“You’re still here?”

Avren looked up to the voice that drew him from his thoughts. Speak of the devil. He would know him in his sleep, sun-blind, through a crowd. He could go years without listening to that accented lilt and still know its owner the moment he spoke.

J'egr approached and Avren regarded him as if he were evaluating a threat. “Yes, I am still here,” he replied simply, following the ranger’s movements with his eyes as he took the empty seat across from him. “I’m partial to the kitchens when the staff retire for the night. It means I’m left alone.”

“I see,” J'egr nodded, eye trained on the slightly dented flask on the table, then lingering on the flush coloring his cheeks. It accentuated his odd, white freckles, making them stand out more prominently. “Well, you aren’t left alone anymore.”

“No, Leo already made quick work of that.” Avren couldn’t help the wry smile that tugged at his lips. The fellow rogue graced Avren with his presence an hour or so prior. Wielding his dice and calling for a game to lighten the mood, Avren agreed all too readily for bets and sly hands that never remained fairly placed on the table for long.

J'egr cocked his head to the side, his long curtain of red hair tipping with the movement. “Not quick enough, considering the state you’re in.”

“The state I’m in,” Avren echoed with a roll of his eyes. “Haven’t you made your point already? This is all I have, let me enjoy it while I can.”

The elf fell silent, lips pursed and expression hardened. Avren matched him, hazel eyes flinty as he held his gaze evenly, unwilling to back down as ever. “I’d hardly call drinking yourself into a stupor something to have.”

“Fuck off,” Avren countered, for the umpteenth time that night, though it held no real bite. “What would you have me do instead? I have nothing. Nothing but this, to have and to hold.”

“And how long have you been holding onto nothing, Av?

Avren blinked, stunned, the open expression of puzzlement clear as day across his features. Cutting through the haziness of the alcohol, Avren felt the sobering question settle deep and heavy in his gut like a rock. His eyes lowered to the table, choosing instead to watch his fingers idly pick at the fraying edges of his playing cards.

How long had he? As long as he could remember. From the walls he lived in as a child not uttering a sound, to the ways he learned to hold a knife properly in his tiny fist. The things he did, said, to make sure his stomach never met his spine. A dagger with a velvet grip and blade of crystal under his pillow to stave off bad dreams. Lost, misplaced, aching in its absence as he searched to find it again. Heart picking up its pace as he enjoyed the thrill of a hunt, only to meet the staggering loneliness of an empty warehouse and a meal with mice for company. Bourbon, burning his throat twice over, yet finding comfort in how it chased everything bad away. A crutch, a habit, a vice.

"All my life,” he murmured, so soft J'egr nearly had to strain to hear it. The words rang too true, and a crescendo of emotion welled up hot and humiliating in Avren’s chest. “All my life,” he uttered again, louder. His lashes clung together as a painfully familiar wetness obscured his vision. He was grateful for his hair, the locks long enough to hide his face. "J'egr, I'm tired. I don't know what else to do."

He startled, flinching away at the touch to his cheek, a thumb brushing under his eye against the wet tracks his tears left. J'egr gazed at him, somber, understanding. “It's late, come to bed,” he said finally. And Avren felt nothing but the weak, soft urge to comply. “We don’t have to talk, just come to bed.”

So he did.

#hey guys it's me your best friend with boundaries peach #welcome back to another episode of avren fanfic #ike comment and subscribe for more tears and drama #oc prompt #oc ask #oc; j'egr #oc; avren #i forget all my tags #ggs #if you see any typos i missed no you didn't!#answered #misc; friend ocs #misc; ocs

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askfreedumbland · 2 years

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Woah you’re still around!!

I am! Mun has been without internet for most of the last year, so posting was kinda hard, yanno? I've been busy too, there are so many video games I got from Japan that need beating! --Alfred

(Mun is alive, I swear! Just busy at work and was finally able to afford internet haha --Ixie)

#I forget all my tags #hahahahaha #hello there

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marblegroves · 6 months

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Let the games begin!! 💚💛❤️

#secret life #secret life smp #traffic smp #trafficblr #traffic series #secret life spoilers #life series #life series smp #i didnt forget to post on here this time 🥳 yippee!#its the little victories man #doodlegroves #also i didnt get my fill of absolutely spamming the tags on instagram #so im gonna spam all possible tags here ^^

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wall-e-gorl · 1 year

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Reblog after voting please!

#polls #'vic you have a whole oc bracket going on rn why are you doing a random poll!?' i am going to forget this if i dont do it now #and i am SO curious to see if hsl will ALSO make tumblr blue or if itll be a wider range of colors #and this is a week long and the others are all 1 days so its fine #(my oc bracket is under the tag #poll #if you want to vote on them too. no knowledge bout them is required i already give like 0 info about them anyways)

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hailsatanacab · 6 months

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A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

#dpxdc #batpham #i forget - can we tag the parent fandoms? w/e #immediately alfred's like: while i do appreciate your initiative may i suggest it wait until after dinner?#and danny - who has barely eaten proper homecooked food ever - takes one bite and then absolutely wolfs down the whole lot #after he's finished he's like 'bear with - I've got to add that to the 'Reasons I Would Like to Live Here' section'#danny's powerpoint has tailored sections for each batfam member with lists of reasons why they'd get along #my au thoughts on this is that the fentons disowned danny when he told them he was phantom #and that this is after the ultimate enemy - wherein which he allied himself with the JL to fight against dan #(which didnt really work at all - BUT he knows some of their identities now INCLUDING batman's)#so one of the main reasons why he'd be a great fit is that he knows their vigilante status anyway so they don’t need to worry about secrets #dick just turns to tim like 'he’s your friend. he learnt this from you.'#tim: 'i didn't tell him our identities!! i would never!!'#dick: 'no i know that. it's the stalker tendancies. it's baby tim all over again'#tim: scandalised gasp #they all eat dinner in silence just super subdued and in shock and sending glances to bruce and danny #duke like: 'so i know I'm the last one in the family but like... this isn't how it normally happens right? did any of you make powerpoints?#tim gets all shifty because he absolutely did make a powerpoint he just never actually showed it to anyone #everyone stares at tim because they all know. it was in one of bab's blackmail files she has on him #damian's slide has danny offering to throw down at any time. 'tim says you like to prove yourself with your skills?#how about a real challenge? if i beat you then you have to vote yes to adopting me!'#damian is in two minds about accepting because... 1) look at him damian could take danny in his sleep! but #2) on the off chance that he does win... damian does not want any more brothers #(he takes the bet and its a suprisingly fun fight - and while he'll never say this... he would vote yes even without the wager)#on one of danny's slides there's a picture of ellie: you'll also get my clone sister! two children for the price of one!!#uhhh.... thats it now - I've been having fun with this haha #spent all day with the 'ive lured you here under false pretences' 'danny i live here' line in my head haha #anyway enjoy!!!!!! this was fun #i wanna make these slides so bad

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caelanglang · 3 months

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Happy Lunar New Year!

here's a lil comic of my skk little prince au i made a while back to greet you all :)) I hope your new year wishes come to fruition and that your year would be a blessed one <3

Anyways,,, new year shrine visit!

#I’m working on their reunion comic I promise #but yes this happened after their reunion in the hospital #i really hope the new year is kinder to us TT #thank you for all the support and love and for being so patient with me :))#bsd #skk #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku #little prince skk au #bungou stray dogs #my art #my comic #i am actually forgetting how to tag now waaa

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day! (and this blog's first post anniversary!)

#poorly drawn mdzs #better drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #Woah...it's been a whole *year* since I took the leap and uploaded my 'first attempt' art.#It's outdated now but it holds a special place in my heart for the fact it started all of this off.#Calling this 'poorly-drawn' was always about accepting that my art was going to be imperfect and messy - and doing it anyways!#There has been a staggering number of times I have drawn something I almost didn't upload because I didn't think it was 'good enough'#only for someone to say they liked it - or that it made them laugh. And it has helped me realize -#-The worst critic for my work has always been myself. If I listened to it all the time...well we would not be here now B'*)#And now that I have dabbled in other fandoms I can truly see how lucky was to start out with the MXTX fans.#The supportive messages and tags have truly been a guiding force toward my artistic and self improvement.#I really can't describe how grateful I am.#Thank you for seeing something worth rooting for when I was just figuring things out.#Thank you for being sweeter than the candy I have strategically hidden in the nooks and crannies of this house.#But watch out! If you forget to find them we will get ants.#I remembered to not hide chocolate in the bed this year. Yes I know it melted last time. Yes it did stain. I'm still sorry.#Thank you for loving me regardless <3 Even if it looked like I shit the bed real bad.

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artilite · 21 days

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the sloops got me. they got me bad

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turtleblogatlast · 1 month

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It’s hard to escape self doubt

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rise leo #turtle art tag #once again reiterating that I keep forgetting color exists #anyway this was fun! very quick drawing so plz ignore mistakes 😭#just wanted to mess around with colors and as always leo gets to be my muse #but yeah I like to think that Leo’s at his most real all alone #leo: I’m nothing without my brothers #also leo: *purposefully goes off on his own a lot*#I love him because by god does he contain a myriad of contradictions #he toes the line between selfish and selfless like it’s a dance

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cametotheshowinsd · 1 year

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Can I ask you a question...?

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #tswiftgif #lyrics #mr. perfectly fine #all too well 10 min version #the story of us #'tis the damn season #edit- saw a tag and I'm so sorry how could I forget my tears ricochet

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metalhoops · 1 year

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Steve was used to climbing out windows. Before his junior year, he’d made a habit of entering through and escaping from girls' houses unnoticed. He was stealthy. He’d learned how to scale trees and tread lightly across roof shingles with the deftness of a nocturnal animal. Yet, for the first time, he found himself escaping his own home. There was a first time for everything, right?

Steve’s parents were home. The second Steve saw the familiar BMW pull into the Harrington’s driveway, he knew he wanted to be anywhere but home. His parents were only palatable when he had good news, but all he had to tell them was that after their last visit, The Mall had burnt down and he’d gotten a new job at a video store. He really was doing the family proud. He didn’t want to deal with it, not today.

That’s how he found himself crawling out his bedroom window, shimmying across the guttering and trying not to sprain his ankles as he dropped onto the lawn. He headed out back, past his pool and into the woods. Usually, it was the last place you’d find Steve. He kept expecting to run into a Demogorgon or something equally as nasty.

He walked for a while without direction, trudging through the underbrush until the rustling of leaves behind him set his teeth on edge. His body moved before his mind had time to keep up. He spun on his heels, hand scrabbling to the forest floor in search of a weapon. It supplied him with a fallen tree branch, almost too large to heft comfortably, but he did it, running on adrenaline. He came face to face with a familiar, wide-eyed boy.

“Holy shit, Harrington. Take it down like ten notches,” the boy grumbled, showing his upturned hands as though trying to calm a startled animal.

Hawkins was a small town, the kind of place where everybody knew everybody. Steve knew the boy with deep brown eyes and dark hair, halloed by fallen leaves, was none other than Eddie Munson, or as he was colloquially known, ‘The Freak’. They’d gone to high school together. He thought the guy was due to repeat his senior year, again. He didn’t know what he was doing alone in the woods.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

You couldn’t blame him for being on high alert. Even if Eddie was someone he’d grown up with, that didn’t make him safe. Steve was still riled up after running down Billy Hargrove with his car. He was paranoid. He’d had a rough couple of years.

“Collecting sticks,” Eddie breathed, indicating the large bundle in his hand.

“Collecting sticks?” Steve echoed. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe him. He couldn’t fathom why the guy was doing it.

“Yeah, I’m making a miniature log cabin for my D&D campaign, and you know, miniature logs are just... sticks—you don’t care, anyway. Sorry for startling you, my liege.” Steve tilted his head, thinking the acronym was familiar.

“Is that the dragon game, with the Demogorgon and junk?” Eddie looked at Steve like he’d sprouted a third head.

“How the hell do you, Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington, know what D&D is?”

Steve wished people would stop calling him that. Every time he heard the stupid nickname it felt like someone was rubbing chunks of asphalt into his gravel rash. He wondered if Eddie felt the same about his title.

The old Steve would’ve used it just to spite the guy, to see what buttons he could push, not because he wanted to but because it was expected of him. It wasn’t an excuse. He knew that. Instead, Steve shrugged his shoulders and told the truth, something the old Steve never would’ve done.

“I babysit some nerds who play it,” he confessed.

Eddie looked at Steve in wonder. He was puzzled, amazed and, for once, a little intrigued. He’d never looked at Steve like that back in high school. The two rarely crossed paths and when they did, they never spoke. Sure, Eddie ranted about ‘jocks’ as a whole, but Steve had always just been one piece of a puzzle. It would seem redundant to yell at a patch of blue and grey for being a picture of the sky.

“Why did you need to take up a babysitting gig?”

To answer that, Steve had to embellish a little. Maybe he no longer liked lying about who he was, but he couldn’t exactly dump the cosmic mind fuck that was The Upside Down on some unsuspecting guy.

“I needed money.”

“You needed money? What, did you get cut off?” Steve shrugged in response.

“Christ, what did you do? Piss in a family urn? Trash the house? Get a girl pregnant?” Eddie questioned.

“I think generally existing was enough to do it,” Steve mumbled, kicking at the dirt beneath his shoes.

Eddie let out a low whistle.

“Hey Harrington, think fast,” Eddie called, throwing the bundle of twigs in his direction. Steve dropped the branch and grabbed the bundle with wide eyes.

“What was that for?” Steve choked.

“What are you doing in this neck of the woods, anyway?” Eddie asked instead of responding. Steve shrugged, still cradling the bundle to his chest.

“Avoiding my parents.”

“You got any plans for the rest of the day?” Eddie spoke. Steve responded with a shake of his head.

“Well, you know, this really is a two-person job, so if you wanted to come back to my place, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

For some reason, Steve agreed.

Eddie had a habit of collecting strays.

There was the cat he’d kept under the bed when he was six and the gathering of stray dogs that hung around the back of the trailer park that he’d been feeding for as long as he could remember. The same theory applied to people. He made friends with the loners, the weird kids, the ones with wide eyes and nowhere to go. He was a bleeding heart, so sue him. However, he’d never expected Steve Harrington to trigger his urge to protect and befriend. That really hit Eddie out of left field.

Never in Eddie’s wildest dreams did he imagine he and Steve would be sitting across from each other at his small dining table, Steve’s knee pressed on the inside of Eddie’s thigh. The jock’s still hands held small bits of twigs in place as Eddie worked around him with his hot glue gun. The guy had seemed so lost, back in the woods, so unlike how Eddie remembered him. He knew about D&D for Christ’s sake. Eddie wondered if he’d woken up in an alternate universe because it seemed like Steve Harrington was actually a good dude.

He asked Eddie about his goddamn log cabin, tavern. Then he’d pushed deeper. ‘Why do you need a bar in a game about dragons’? To which Eddie explained, of course, you do more than just fight dragons, which appeared to be news to Steve. Besides his friends, no one showed interest in Eddie’s ‘stupid little fantasy game’. With Steve, questions came thick and fast. Eddie loved every second of it. When he’d asked why Steve cared so much, the guy had shrugged his shoulders and muttered,

“I might be able to impress the kids.”

Eddie decided to ask about ‘the kids’. He and Steve didn’t have much in common. Sure, the two could commiserate about high school together, but neither man was in the mood to do that. And god, Steve could talk about ‘the kids’.

“I run a D&D club called Hellfire. If they’re starting high school this year, send ‘em my way. I’ll tuck your little ducklings under my wing. Keep the big scary jocks away from ‘em,” Eddie noted, feeling comfortable enough with Steve to take a jab at him. Steve surprised him again by snorting out a laugh.

“Make sure you do. That Jason kid’s a senior, right? Total psychopath. The kid would peg basketballs at pigeons.”

By the time the sun set, the boys were in stitches and had a fairly decent log cabin to show for a day’s work. Eddie was surprised that the idea of Steve leaving set a pit in his stomach.

“Hey, Steve? We should do this again,” Eddie proposed, and Steve was too quick to agree.

“I have work tomorrow morning, but how about the afternoon?”

Eddie hadn’t expected the guy to be as keen as he felt.

“It’s a date,” Eddie agreed, before promptly wanting to shove his head through a miniature log cabin. A date? Really, Munson?

A flicker of amusement crossed Steve’s face as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his too-tight jeans. Mind out of the gutter, Munson. You were doing so well.

“You’re weird, you know that?” Steve remarked, running his hand through his trademark hair, and yeah, Eddie should’ve expected that.

Now Steve was going to call him a Freak, the ‘King Steve’, he’d heard about would make an appearance and Eddie would be glad he dodged a bullet by cutting his crush off at the knees before it had the chance to grow legs.

“Weird is good,” Steve corrected, seeming aware of Eddie’s inner turmoil.

“One thing I’ve learnt about myself since high school is that I like weird.”

Oh, no. Eddie was so gone for Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.

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#steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #drabble #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #alternative 'first' meeting #pre season 4 #long post #I always forget to tag that #just assume all my drabbles #are long posts tbh #thing I had to google to write this #'when were hot glue guns invented'?#apparently the 50s #Metalhoops writes

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minty364 · 2 months

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DPXDC Prompt #43 Part 1

Everything had been going well on their trip. Danny was going to tell his parents all about his past, and about being the half dead ghost king. Unfortunately, Danny’s life had a reputation for how terribly unlucky he was. He and his family were caught off guard, and even Danny couldn’t prevent himself from fainting when hit in the back of the head with what he assumed must have been something metal.

When he came too he could tell his arms were bound together behind his back and there were two others adjacent to him. He didn’t shift or open his eyes to avoid letting their abductors know he was awake. He could hear some soft tapping that almost sounded like chalk. There were hushed whispers but they were too muffled to hear. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed but he was starting to get a little bored. He knew his family was probably with him, they were right next to him and would have noticed him getting kidnapped.

Eventually he heard a rustling sound next to him, they must be waking up too, “Maddie? Danny?” Their soft voice spoke.

There wasn’t a reply but that meant Danny was correct, well at least about his dad. He wasn’t 100% sure if mom and Jazz were here but he needed to figure out a way to get out of this without letting their kidnappers know he had powers.

Another shift this time in the opposite direction. “Mom? Danny?”

“Jazzie-Pants!! Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you did they?” His words were a bit panicked and almost made Danny reveal his awareness.

“No. I’m fine, Dad? Where are we?” Jazz sounded more annoyed than worried.

A voice interrupted them before their dad could respond, “Quiet hunter scum,” the bags were removed from all of their heads and then ice water was thrown out of a bucket at them. Everyone else groaned as they were shocked awake by how cold it was.

Danny figured there was no use pretending to sleep now so he opened his eyes. They had been captured by cultists and were tied next to each other with a large circle drawn out in chalk. The circle, from some of the runes Danny could make out, looked like a summoning one. Upon further examination they looked more closely to the ones that would summon him, too bad it won’t work since he’s already here… They don’t know that though, and he could use this opportunity to mess with them.

One of the cultists, probably the leader, stepped forward and started speaking toward his followers and started a really long winded speech but a couple things caught Danny’s attention. One they were sacrificing him and his family because his parents hunted ghosts so the Ghost King would of course seek revenge. Two there were five of them there, that meant an extra person was tied up as a sacrifice as well. Who that was Danny didn’t know but he had to save them, he’d get them all out of here.

“That’s all quite fascinating but what does this have to do with me?” A familiar voice said. Danny knew exactly who the voice belonged too and it wasn’t his Mom, Dad, or sister. The fifth person happened to be his twin brother whom he hadn’t spoken to since before he faked his death.

Damian, from the sound of his voice, was behind Danny probably on the other side of his Dad. Danny hadn’t said anything yet so Damian was unaware Danny was there. The dark cavern like room didn’t allow a lot of room for light but there were quite a few candles and torches illuminating the space.

Before anyone could say anything else a loud crash was heard, Danny couldn’t see as the noise was behind him and the room descended into chaos.

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#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #danny and damian are twins #they got kidnapped by cultists #They get rescued in the next one #shenanigans #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use #im glad tags that you use often pop up for you to use #I feel like I’m forgetting something though

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eggmansplatformboots · 8 months

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hes all cosy :3

#when the flare up hits its time to draw sonic sleebing #makes me happy hes all comfy and cosy so i forget abt my body #sonic #sth #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #art tag #eepy art tag

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incense-and-iron · 9 months

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Having to do this on mobile because I HATE the new layout for desktop. Anyway I've been told I'm WRONG about the version of this pokemon I like >:( I won't say which one is better, but we all know which one is REALLY better.

#pokemon #giratina #i... think is the name of the pokemon #im not well versed in them and forget them very often lmao #but my friends and gf are trying to get me more into it all #you lookin for which one i like in the tags? im not saying >:) you get to wait #pkmn #idk what if the like 90 games its from sorry #also please dont worry!! my friends are only joking about me bring wrong. itd all light hearted

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kroosluvr · 4 months

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fire siblings (i'm delusional)

#guinaifen #guinaifen hsr #amber #amber genshin #ga ming #gaming genshin #genshin impact #genshin fanart #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr fanart #cele draws #i forget all my tags sorry #gaming

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yourlocalabomination · 3 months

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I’ve decided to make some last-minute…cuts.

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