#i hate this so much lol
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velcinta obviously and #23 things you said [with too many missiles between us] as that’s how my tired brain misread #15
I appreciate you going the one route I couldn't have prepared for lol. Alright let's see where this goes...
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Of all the ways Vel has thought she'd die over the years, she never imagined it'd be in an X-wing. Much less in an X-wing over a desolate planet in what is almost definitely the last battle of the war against the Empire.
She scoffs ironically as she rights her fighter after a roll, trying not to look down at the sea of sand on the surface of Jakku. It would be just her luck to come all this way only to die now, after volunteering to hop in one of the two remaining ships without pilots when the call went out for all hands on deck. Cinta, of course, had taken the other.
They'd both flown enough over the years to feel confident in their skills, but she thinks now that it might have been an unfortunate mistake. Some of the best pilots in the New Republic are being shot down by the swarm of TIE fighters in the sky, and she and Cinta are far from being on their level. If they make it out of this, it'll be the biggest miracle of all the many they've been lucky enough to receive in the years they've been at this fight.
Their luck might be out, though, Vel realizes as the Imperial star destroyer they've gotten too close to fires a salvo from its ventral cannon.
"Fuck! Cinta, you've got missiles on your tail, take evasive!"
Cinta puts Vel's cursing to shame as she tries everything she can to evade the two angry projectiles intent on blowing her out of the sky. Vel calls out over the comms for backup, but everyone else in the air is already occupied.
Panic sets in and Vel's heart feels like it's going beat so hard it'll stop completely, even as Cinta pulls a slick move that causes the first missile to explode against a passing TIE instead of her own hull.
Still, she can't shake the second one, and Vel can't seem to calm herself enough to lock onto it with her targeting computer.
"Just hang on, I'll go get help," she offers desperately, but Cinta's voice comes back in her ears immediately, rock steady, as it always is.
"Vel."
"Yes?"
Cinta pauses. The missile closes in. This time her voice shakes slightly.
"Don't leave me alone."
In an instant, Vel recalls all the times Cinta has made the same request, and all the times she didn't need to. She never asked much of Vel in all the time they were together, only what she needed.
Only to not be left alone in the galaxy without anyone to love her.
"Never, love." She makes the promise in the same moment she gets a lock on her targeting computer, almost as if guided by some unseen hand. Some force. The last missile explodes harmlessly. "Never."
#i hate this so much lol#i can't do battles#BUT#i have been very consumed by this 'don't leave me alone' idea for cinta lately#and i'm wanting to do more with that#so maybe this will help grease those wheels#don't expect to see more of this particular thing though#anyway thank you for the prompt!#velcinta#vel sartha#cinta kaz#my writing#asks#nessrealta
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Covid but Unfatal and Ghostly
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Whatever Plasmius did was forgotten about almost as soon as it happened. Danny didn’t really feel the need to mention the needle to his friends or sister because it didn’t do anything.
…Right?
“I wouldn’t do that,” Sam sneers, causing Tucker to look behind him and see Danny about to move the Fenton Ghost Catcher through him.
Jazz catches Danny by surprise and knocks the net out of his hands and across the room. Sam puts her foot down in the handle, so Danny can’t grab it again
“Dude, what was that for?” Tucker scowls. “Do you think I’m overshadowed??”
“Danny, we just want what’s best for you,” Jazz tries to reason.
Danny backs up against the wall. “Come on, guys. You aren’t yourselves. Just let me help!”
“No, you let us help!” Jazz shouts. “Just go with-”
“Oh my Zone, shut up!” Danny hisses.
He is cornered; surrounded by his friends and sister- no, the enemy. He just… needs to… get the… Ghost Catcher-
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The day before started like any normal day.
That is, with a fight against Plasmius.
“How many times do I have to say this,” Phantom yells, shooting an ectoblast, “I don’t want to be your son!”
“Hmm, well, maybe if you don’t go willingly without my direct influence-”
“You consider this not a direct influence?!” Phantom interjects.
Plasmius sighs and continues, “Maybe if you won’t come with me willingly without my direct influence, you’ll come if I give you a bit of a… push.”
Phantom blinks. “I’m really confused, you aren’t making any sense,” he admits. “Speak English?”
Plasmius’ eye twitches in annoyance. “I’ll make you come with me.”
At that moment, Phantom feels a prick in his arm. He whips around to find Plasmius had made a clone to sneak up on him to inject him with… something.
“What did you do!?” Phantom squeaks.
All Plasmius does is smirk and order, “Come with me, Daniel.”
“No??? You weird fruitloop,” Phantom spits
“No?” Plasmius echoes, confused.
“Look, I don’t know what you were trying to do, but I’m tired and I just want to get to school,” Phantom groans.
“But-” Plasmius starts, but Phantom pulls out the thermos and sucks him in before he can finish.
“You can continue whatever you were doing after my math test,” Phantom mutters, putting the thermos away again.
Whatever Plasmius did was forgotten about almost as soon as it happened. Danny didn’t really feel the need to mention the needle to his friends or sister because it didn’t do anything.
…Right?
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“Ugh, Vlad’s been quiet and pouty,” Danny complains the next day, plopping down in his first period class’ desk (surprisingly on time for once).
“You should go over and talk to him, maybe that will make him feel better?” Tucker suggests, eyes not lifting from the game he’s playing on his PDA.
Danny chokes on his spit. “W-what?” he sputters. “Why would I do that?”
Tucker shrugs, “I don’t know, man. You’ve been so insistent on not joining Vlad, maybe it’s time to stop and let go of that grudge you have.”
“W- He’s tried to kill my dad! On multiple occasions!” Danny exclaims.
“So? Your dad nearly killed you. Half killed you, dude. Unintentional, yes, but it happened,” Tucker reasons.
“I literally picked the lock they had on the door to the lab, it’s not their fault,” Danny replies. “What has gotten into you? Why are you suddenly all pro-Vlad?”
At that moment, Sam walks in and sits down. “Hey, what are you boys talking about?” she asks.
“He,” Danny says, gesturing wildly at Tucker, “Is trying to convince me to join Vlad. Talk some sense into him!”
“I mean, I have to agree with Tucker, Danny,” Sam answers.
“WHAT!?” Danny shrieks. The students that are in class turn to Danny at the sudden outburst, and he blushes and grins sheepishly before continuing quieter, “You too!?”
“Danny, you’re being stubborn,” Sam bluntly states. “And I’m the definition of stubborn.”
Danny tugs at his hair, “What has gotten into you two?”
“It’s just… I know we were against him before, but at least try,” Sam sighs.
“To Zone I will,” Danny scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Sorry for being late everyone,” Mr. Lancer announces, indicating his arrival. “If you would open up where we left off in Romeo and Juliet…”
At the end of class, Mr. Lancer calls Danny up to his desk.
“I assume you know why I called you up here, Mr. Fenton,” Mr. Lancer says.
“Uh, my lates? My skipping class? My twenty late assignments?” Danny guesses, listing off everything he can think of.
“No- Well, yes, those are a problem- But are you okay at home?” Mr. Lancer questions.
“Yes…? What’s this about?”
“It’s just, I know Vlad Masters has been trying to make you his son, and surely that wouldn’t be without reason,” Mr. Lancer reveals.
“And who told you that?” Danny asks, cautiously.
“I-” Mr. Lancer falters, and ponders on the question. He ultimately decides to ignore it and change the subject, “Are you at least considering going to live with Mr. Masters?”
Danny makes a face, “The ‘reason’ is that he’s a creep and wishes he was with my mom, and having me as a ‘son’ will make him feel he accomplished that. Or something,” he explains. “Again, a creep.”
“Well now, that’s a strong word, isn’t it?” Mr. Lancer scolds.
“Not that strong of a word,” Danny grumbles to himself, looking up at the ceiling.
“As a teacher, I feel the need to look out for all my students, and you’re one of my students. So do know I have your best interest in mind when I say you should move in with Mr. Masters,” Mr. Lancer sighs.
“Sorry, but you just don’t understand the situation,” Danny says, standing up. “There is no way that going with Vlad will solve anything, and it would just make more problems. See you tomorrow.”
“At least consider!” Mr. Lancer calls out to Danny as he exits the class.
“No!” Danny calls back.
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Danny collapses onto his bed and screams into his pillow with frustration. Every interaction he has had today ended up in the person trying to convince him to ‘join Vlad’ and ‘become Vlad’s son’. Like, how in the Zone does Mikey even know his connection with Vlad!?
This has Vlad written all over it.
…Somewhat literally
There’s a knock on his bedroom door. “Danny, can I come in?” Jazz asks through the wood.
“Not really, no,” Danny groans, not wanting to deal with Jazz using her weird psychological powers to make him actually consider living with Vlad with whatever is plaguing the town.
But of course, Jazz doesn’t listen to his wishes and comes in anyway.
“As much as I’d love to try and convince you to go live with Vlad-”
“NOPE nope! Leave,” Danny demands, interrupting Jazz.
“As much as I’d love to try to convince you to go live with Vlad,” Jazz repeats, then continues, “Mom and Dad need you. Something about testing you for a ghost virus of sorts.”
“Ugh, this better not be a trick for all of you to gang up on me and tell me to go live with Vlad, and then give me up for adoption,” Danny accuses.
“It’s not,” Jazz pauses, “But that’s a good idea.”
“Forget I said that,” Danny begs, then goes downstairs to see what this ghost-virus thing is about.
“Danno! There you are! Something terrible has plagued the town!” Jack yells at Danny, seeing him some down the stairs.
“No shit,” Danny huffs under his breath.
“Tell me, what do you think about going to live with Vlad!” Jack interrogates.
“OH MY ZONE! What does this have to do with the so-called ‘ghost virus’!? Did Jazz lie to me and it actually is some planned ‘intervention’!? What is up with this town today!?” Danny finally snaps. “Am I dreaming? Is this some weird dream? Nocturn, is this your doing!?” Danny shouts to the ceiling.
Instead of continuing on, Jack just hugs Danny and exclaims, “Look at that, you haven’t caught it!”
“Huh?” Danny confusedly vocalises. “Caught what?”
“The whole town has been infected, causing them to, for some reason, believe you should leave us and go get adopted by Vlad! Me and Maddie are safe because we’ve been vaccinated against any ghostly virus so that any that enter our body perishes immediately! And apparently you’re safe, too!” Jack informs.
“Well, we don’t know for sure he doesn’t have it just yet,” Maddie says, walking in holding some sort of kit. “Danny, we’re going to have to take a test. Just a quick swab in your cheeks, throat, and nose, and we’ll know if you’re positive in about fifteen minutes.”
Fifteen minutes later, Maddie looks at the results and frowns.
“What’s wrong, Mads?” Jack asks.
“It says here that he’s positive. He must just be asymptomatic,” Maddie reveals.
“But only ghosts can be asymptomatic,” Jack says.
“Must be my ecto-contamination,” Danny pipes up.
“Must be…” Maddie mutters.
“Uh,” Danny clears his throat, “How does this virus work? Why is it specifically manipulating people into wanting me to live with Vlad? Seems kind of specific. How does that even benefit the virus in any way? Like, with rabies or that fungus that makes those zombie ants, it manipulates the host for its own benefit; I don't see why the virus would do this,” he questions.
“Good question! It's a virus that picks up on a strong desire, usually something that causes conflict, and manipulates the host to also hold that desire! It then feeds off the emotions of the conflict it created between another ghost or being,” Jack explains.
“Though, not so many ghosts anymore. It petered out due to exposure, and now ghosts form with an immunity to symptoms, but can still be a carrier; or the virus will be destroyed immediately after entering a ghost who has had it or carried it before,” Maddie adds. “As for why it's manipulating people into thinking you should live with Vlad; I’m thinking perhaps he was the first exposed outside the zone, causing the virus to pick up on his desires. Though, we're not sure when he would have been exposed. It would make sense if he got it during the portal accident in college, but it doesn't add up, because then it would have popped up years ago. And, as you can see, it's highly contagious, and the accident was before our vaccinations, so we should have gotten it then. So why only now…”
Danny recalls his fight the previous day, and the thing Vlad injected him with. His parents were right about some things. Like the virus picking up Vlad's desires, the older halfa likely doing that on purpose, but the actual beginning of the cases started with him.
“So… What's the cure? Are you just going to inject everyone with the vaccination?” Danny prompts.
“That's the thing, it only works when taken beforehand. It's a preventative, not a cure. We aren't sure how we're going to do this,” Maddie confesses.
“The virus is a ghost virus, right?” Danny asks for verification, coming up with an idea.
“Yes,” Maddie verifies.
“Would, uh, the ghost catcher work?”
“Great thinking, Danno!” Jack smiles.
Both parents and son gear up with jumpsuits and headsets, and they each head out to town together with a Ghost Catcher each. Danny is also masked up, because they are unable to remove the virus from him. (He tried using the catcher on himself in his room while getting ready. First he removed Phantom, then attempted to move the net through his ghostly half, but it didn’t work. So Danny just told them it must be fused to his ecto-contamination, and if the Ghost Catcher can’t get rid of the ecto-contamination, then they can’t get rid of the virus.) They were all expecting everyone to fight them in some way or form; surely the virus would have some sort of self preservation instinct. But when they went up to the first person, there was nothing whatsoever. Shrugging to each other, they continue on, and sure enough, halfway through the town’s population being virus free, they start to defend themselves gradually.
They get through everyone eventually; minus Sam, Tucker, Jazz and Vlad. Maddie believes they're going to be harder, given that they’re the closest to Danny, or in Vlad’s case, the source of the virus’ chosen conflict.
Maddie was right to believe so.
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“Danny, remember, it feeds off of the emotions created from the conflict!” Maddie reminds Danny through his earbud while working her way out her restraints. “Those won’t exist if there isn’t any conflict in the first place! It should then loosen it’s hold on your sister and your friends!”
Danny nods to his mom, indicating he heard her, and looks at Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. Begrudgingly, he sighs and says, “I’ll go with Vlad.”
“Really?” Jazz perks up, her smile holding an annoyed undertone.
“Yup, I’ll go be his son now,” Danny confirms.
The three falter and Tucker asks, “You really sure, man? I know we were pushing you, but that’s kinda a big change- You sure you don’t want to push us some more?”
“Nah, I’m good. I trust your guys’ judgement. If you say something is best, then I’ll go along with it,” shrugs Danny.
“Well, then, come with us to Vlad’s house, and tell him that to his face!” Sam demands.
Danny takes in a deep breath to calm himself, and answers, “Sure. Let’s go.”
Before he leaves, Danny takes a quick glance at his mom. He observes she’s now free and freeing his dad. Reassured, he follows his friends and sister.
On the porch of Vlad’s mansion, Danny rings the billionaire’s doorbell. Sam and Tucker keep watch to make sure this isn’t a plan to get them off guard.
Answering the door, Vlad hungrily greets, “Well, hello Daniel. What brings you to my humble abode?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Danny replies, “Well, Sam, Tucker, Jazz are making some good points about coming and joining you, so…”
Vlad’s face lights up. “Really?” he grins.
“Yup” Danny confirms, popping the ‘P’.
“Wait, but are you sure though?” Tucker asks, jogging as fast as he can up to Danny’s side. “I mean, this is Vlad. Known creep and certified fruitloop by you?”
“Do you not want me to join him anymore?” Danny questions, tilting his head in exaggeration. He just has to go with the flow.
“Uh, yes! No..?” Sam replies, coming up beside them.
“Er, what do you want to do Danny?” Jazz inquires.
“I want to do whatever you guys think is best,” Danny responds, making brief eye contact with Maddie who is coming up behind Tucker.
Taking her chance, Maddie swipes the net through Tucker. Instead of the others putting up a fight, they just stand there trying to process different opinions: Whether Danny should go with Vlad or not.
Maddie tosses Danny a catcher, and he catches it and swipes through Sam while Jack does Jazz. Maddie tries to do Vlad, but he shuts the door on her. Considering his reaction of fleeing rather than fighting, plus having a reaction at all considering the others were paralysed with conflicting thought, Maddie deduces that he must be asymptomatic as well. Must be because of ecto-contamination from the accident. She’ll just make sure he stays isolated.
Maddie breathes a sigh of relief, “Glad that’s dealt with.”
“Yeah,” Danny nods in agreement.
“Now son, time to self isolate!” Jack resounds.
Danny’s face falls, though hidden from view behind the mask. “Oh, joy,” he remarks sarcastically.
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Two weeks later, Danny finally tests negative, and can come out of isolation.
Immediately after getting out of isolation, Phantom confronts Vlad about the situation. Vlad ends up admitting that it wasn’t his original intent to get all of Amity infected; he hadn’t known that ghosts are asymptomatic, and didn’t think it was so highly contagious or that humans could catch it in the first place. When he did notice what happened, though, he was perfectly content with the outcome. He’s displeased about how Danny ended up ridding everyone of it.
Everyone who had the virus (who had symptoms) feels a disconnect towards them at the present and themselves when infected; not unlike how one looks back on childhood and noticing how different you were, but ultimately knowing it was you. Essentially, they don’t have any gap in their memories from the time they had the virus, and they don’t feel like they didn’t have any control over their actions.
In the end, everyone had received the vaccinations for known ghostly viruses that the Fentons had made and provided for free to Amity Park. This way they won’t have to deal with another disaster like this, or worse.
#ectoberhaunt22#EH chaos#day 7#infect#danny phantom#danny phantom fanfiction#moral of the story is get vaccinated kids#i hate this so much lol#if you don't understand anything that's happening... yeah me neither. i gave up at some point. can't tell you when.#zak's fics
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My headset is not wanting to work.
I assume the battery is Very Dead and my cord to charge it isn’t working for whatever reason.
I have a second one for raid but I really do not wanna have to move it over to my laptop kdsgfgfdgfdg
#maybe#i can get a replacement cord#or smth#idk#im grumpy#ive managed to do stuff but#i hate this so much lol
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Gotta love when you finally get used to your headphones, they break so you gotta buy new ones
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have had a killer headache since yesterday afternoon that’s making my eyes and ears and jaw ache too… i’ve taken so much tylenol and drank so much water but it won’t go away!!!!!
anyway i’m going to go pass out again and hopefully it resolves itself 🥹
#i knowwwwwww this is bc of me changing my medication from evening to morning again#i hate this so much lol#txt
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I'm actually so unbelievably pissed of at sonic insta rn because almost all the artists on there know each other and are very tight knit. Most of them only use Instagram or mostly use Instagram. And most of them all follow classic mariposa Azul.
Now mariposa doesn't post nsfw on their Tumblr or insta. Only on their twt and I'm like, okay. Do you. But when you go to their page, they literally have so many different drawings of s*nt*ils nsfw and ifs just like. Ugh. And I'm like , okay maybe the Instagram artists don't know, and that's okay cause many didn't know either. Or they DO know and they just don't CARE? WHICH IS LIKE? MORE WEIRD TO ME?
I Dunno. I'm just. Agh. Disgusted?? Cause I thought it was common knowledge but I guess not
#ko posting#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sth#i hate this so much lol#like...#bffr#pr*ship cw#cw proship#proshitters dni
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This might seem like an "old man yells at cloud" situation, but it's just wild growing up and being told how dangerous distracted driving is - how, at highway speeds, you can traverse the length of a football field (100 yards, 91 meters) in a matter of seconds - how one split second sending a text while driving could result in a potential fatal crash, and then getting on the road as a driver and being surrounded by billboards. Their entire purpose is to catch one's attention, so they're lining major roads, which tend to be highways. How is it that you're told how important it is to never be distracted while driving, but still being advertised to?
At best, this type of advertising is an eyesore to pedestrians and motorists and a general waste of electricity to light it, and at worst, it is an active danger considering they are there to advertise and therefore, must catch people's attention.
I'm not even against advertising in theory, but this particular mode bothers me so much and I hate how pervasive it is - especially in large cities or highways.
#politics#i don't know much about são paulo banning marketing billboards but on paper i want that here in the USA#as a motorist it at best just makes me more anxious driving in those larger cities because i want to FOCUS ON THE ROAD#and passing 5000 billboards per mile isn't helping actually!#i've gotten good at filtering that out of my FOV but it's still fucking exhausting lol#i especially hate those modern electric billboards. despise them actually#i am aware that advertising is a critical aspect to business management in some cases...#...but it shouldn't risk the safety of the populous for you to advertise to them and i see things like billboards as risking safety...#...i feel similarly about online advertising in that so much of it risks internet user's safety...#...such as flashing ads online which risk triggering epileptic seizures in light/photo-sensitive folks#distracted driving (texting): NO >:( || distracted driving (being advertised to): YAYYYY :D#i've been driving on my own for a few years now and i've been thinking about this for ENTIRELY too long
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if you haven’t hacked your 3ds yet and you’re planning on doing it, do not install the latest update (11.17)
Alt ID:
Hello, 3DS update happened (11.17)
What works:
Luma3DS
probably most things if your console is hacked
What doesn’t work:
literally all exploits on 3DS Hacks Guide
If you have CFW:
feel free to update
If you don’t have CFW and want to install CFW right now:
Do not update. You will be forced to wait
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'recovering' or 'healing' by starting to hate your former self + shame or mock others for being the way you used to be isn't actually very healing. you can acknowledge + be grateful that you have changed without transferring all your self hatred/shame onto others.
#i see so many ppl like omg i was so cringe with my b/w depression blog + my angsty posts + attention seeking#like no you were just. sad. that's how you were sad then. it's not how you are sad now.#you should have empathy for ppl like that but you don't because you still hate yourself#and you can't stand to see yourself in others because you haven't. actually done much healing lol
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I’ve spent the past 25 minutes crying and I picked up a shift today so I have to leave in 30 minutes
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Sometimes annoying your bratty husband with silly gifts will cause him to bluescreen unintentionally. It's fine, though. Just take advantage of his touch starvation with cuddles to override the issue. Any biting and hissing that follows is totally normal. You may then proceed with your usual goofy antics of sticking tape onto the end of his tail when he's not looking, no doubt leading to the massacre of half your followers. :]
Anyway.
I can't be the only one convinced that Narinder hates having stuff around his wrists after finally being freed. I Can Not.
#fanart#cult of the lamb#cotl#narilamb#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#True Devotion#comics#my favorite parts are the downgrade in quality on the background and also how i drew narinder progressively shittier in each panel :D#fun fact: i will never draw narinder in long sleeves - i am THAT convinced he hates stuff touching his wrists XD#i promise i will have at least one serious narilamb comic#honestly i will#but as much as i adore the potential for drama and toxicity and general obsessive devotion between these two#i cannot resist The Goofs (TM)#so most of my stuff is gonna be So Fukken Goofy lol
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oh thank god
#art from a while back#i played hk first and deepnest was like. the most uncomfortable ive ever been playing the game#mainly because its just so DARK#as for rw... when i got to shaded...... what the actual Hell#i eventually got used to just dying in the dark and exploring the first parts of the region but like. Why is it pitch black#i didnt even realize there was a path to the scav merchant at the first room..... i got to memory crypts before finding it in my next run#hollow knight#rain world#hk ghost#rw slugcat#rw survivor#artatat#?!?@?@?@?@ the alt text got removed for a sec Sorry about that im not sure why or how that happened#also im completely aware deepnest without a lantern is much darker but atleast it isnt pitch black. You know#i also wanna add on the fact i entered deepnest after the mantis lords and thought. “what kind of winning gift is this!?!?!?”#and felt like cornifer for the first couple of minutes LOL#but i had nowhere to go so womp womp :P#to clarify: i dont hate shaded its actually my top route to go from industrial to shoreline#but i hate deepnest with all my heart❤️ godbless#reading the rbs here is so fun.... so true guys
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So much of Garak as a person starts to make sense once you know his childhood was a fucking gothic novel. His main playground was a graveyard and he'd play pretend by perfoming improv eulogies to an imagined audience. For a long time his main touchstone for most important figures from recent history is 'oh yeah I know about that guy my dad buried him. great flower arrangements for that one'. He finds out later his 'parents' are actually a brother and sister who had to get married to avoid the utter shame and social devastation of having a child born out of wedlock, and they live in the basement of his biological father's house. (the madwoman in the attic vs. the tiny elim in the basement.) His biological father calls himself his uncle and locks him in a closet whenever he fails to live up to his insane and unpredictable expectations and everyone just has to act like that's normal and expected, and his will hangs over everything at all times, unseen but always felt keener than anything else. The father who actually raised him grows the world's most beautiful (and as it turns out, most poisonous) orchids and keeps the mask of a god hidden in a box in his work shed. Everyone in the house is choking down secrets like it's the only air they know how to breathe anymore.
What I'm saying is that right from the get-go this guy never had the faintest shot at turning out normal, so I'm glad that by middle age he's found a way to get a bit silly with it as he continues to be deeply deeply not normal about anything ever <3
#guess who's reading a stitch in time!#star trek ds9#elim garak#a stitch in time#star trek#ds9#I will make a monster post of asit thoughts eventually but just. jesus christ!!! what a start in life lmao#tolan and tain seem to have been... well not exactly friends probably but to have had some connection beforehand#did tain know him or mila first??? how was mila and tolan's sibling status presumably not known publicly?#at what point during all of that did tain start to have sex with tolan's sister. the more you think about it the more fucked it gets lol#under the circumstances... shoutout to tolan and mila for not leaving him somehow even more fucked up interpersonally than he is#and no thanks to tain for anything ever I hate him so much
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“The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver.
HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY ACE!!
Support me on ko-fi! ♥
#happy birthday ace!#portgas d ace#fire fist ace#monkey d luffy#one piece sabo#sabo is here in spirit for the most part#one piece#one piece comic#op fanart#lake's art#something something the duty of an older brother#man i almost got this done in time lmao#i love Mary Oliver's poems so much you've no idea#the summer day is like my third favorite poem ever i think#i finally learned how to draw fire for this lol#love the cowboy hat. hate to draw the cowboy hat#do not repost#lmao i just noticed i put the wrong number in the bounty. it's supposed to be 30.000.000 not 300.000.000
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continuation of this (au)
and ill love my brother forever, and ever, and ever
#doodles#fern the human#jake the dog#bmo#prismo#i hate drawing backgrounds so much man this is probably the most ive done in a while#i know i said id wait to post this but i was very motivated last night#i dont know what to call this au.. ive been calling it “wish au” in my files#'just finn'? lol#only finn au
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Indie horror filmmaker Eddie Munson, high off his first big (underground but notable) success, knows the movers and shakers of the film world have their eyes on him.
They're just waiting to see if he was a one hit wonder before they open all the doors he's been trying to kick down.
His next upcoming film is his chance, his shot at finally making it. Of being like Rob Zombie and the other creators he looks up to that masterfully blended metal and horror.
This is his golden ticket.
The project starts off smooth. His last success has greased the wheels, and things fall into place faster than ever before.
He's got the best idea for this insane haunted house story, a true "mazes in mazes" type of deal with a queer twist. A real look at how a place can haunt a person just as easily as a ghost can.
Everything's going swimmingly--until one of his leads drops out the day they're due to start shooting.
No call no show's, and later, Eddie will find out the guy got a last second call back to be a contestant on one of those Love Island bullshit romance gigs (and laugh his ass off when the main love interest takes one look at Billy Hargrove and goes on a five minute rant about ugly mullets on national television) but right now?
He's fucked.
He's called in every favor he has for this film. Maxed out every credit card he owns, tapped every contact, got on his hands and knees and begged his rising star journalist best bud to help him market it. (Which Nancy agreed too, for way less cash than she should have.)
Eddie can't get anyone on the phone, much less find a replacement actor and the amazing place they rented, that is so dark and wonderfully eerie, is booked out the rest of the year as an AirBnB.
If he doesn't film now, he loses it all.
Cue the other lead, unknown theater actor Steve Harrington, watching his hair pulling, tire kicking, 'cursing and hopping while holding a toe' mental breakdown and asks why Eddie himself doesn't act in it.
"Just go full Kevin Smith man. Act and direct." He says, with an easy grin.
Jeff, Eddie's tried and true videographer, trades glances with Gareth and Grant (Eddie's long used special effects and makeup team, who double for about twelve other jobs because they're also his best friends and they're all in this together, make or break.)
"We don't really have a lot of other options." Gareth hedges. "You're already using me and Grant as background characters."
Eddie, hands fluttering around his face as though trying to wave away this entire situation, squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a pained hiss.
"Fine, fine!" He announces with the air of a man running towards a fire. "Fuck it, this is our one shot and so help me I will be shooting it!"
Steve politely hides a laugh with a cough.
"Chuckle all you want big boy, I'm going to tragically romance you so hard people will forget both of our characters actually live." Eddie snarls.
Steve, the handsome bastard, just winks. "Looking forward to it."
Eddie blushes, but hides it with a surge of frantic energy, conveyed by lots of yelling and moving and getting the ball rolling.
Two days later, Steve would give the performance of a lifetime down on his knees, covered in a literal pound of fake gore, booty shorts and nothing else as he sobbed about how a lover could become a home. His hands clawed at Eddie's jeans before resting a tear stained face on a slim leg as he bent his body towards Eddie like it hurt to be away from him.
Eddie would later receive equal praise in his own acting during the scene, with the world and every reporter in it asking how he conveyed an otherworldly panic so beautifully throughout Steve's performance. What was he thinking, to evoke those expressions on his face?
The way his own pale hand, unmarred by blood and acting as a metaphor for the plot, would come to stroke Steve's cheeks.
Eventually he'd come up with a smooth polished answer that cheekily pleased his audience, but nothing would ever come close to the truth.
("Eddie I've known you since grade school." Jeff said that night, a scant few hours after they'd wrapped. "You can act man, but not like that."
Eddie made a wild "shut up" gesture, looking frantically over his shoulder before admitting; "You saw how close his face was to the prince of darkness!? I was seconds away from popping a boner next to his lips, in front of the 4K camera!”
Eddie bounced into Jeff’s face so he could hiss: “He fucking had his chin on my thigh, Jeff, and I am only a man. A mere mortal!"
"So we're gonna unpack all of that later." Jeff said finally, when he'd managed to get his mouth working and Eddie back out of his personal space. "But dude, we've talked about you calling your dick the prince of darkness."
Eddie flipped him off.)
One year later and critics named Corroded the best horror film of the year, praising the camera work, practical effects, and how there wasn't a soul alive who was surprised to hear Eddie and Steve were dating after their explosive on screen chemistry.
No one ever quite understood the prince of darkness jokes or why Steve mentioning it made Eddie blush, but that was a secret to find out later.
Today on WIP’s I have no intention of writing, indie horror movie AU!
#at some point this became a warmup for the warmup#and it feels very silly#LOL#steddie#Steve harrington#Eddie munson#horror movie AU#no upside down#eddie would have the STUPIDEST names for his dick#I will die on that hill#that is a man who has put googly eyes on his third leg#and then cried because they wouldn't come off#its why he loves steve bc steve would talk to it like a beloved pet#daddy misssess youuuu#corroded coffin as a unit hates them so much when they do this shit its the bane of their existance
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