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curejiraiya · 5 months
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ask me about my Hiro Hayami hyper fixation
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notsocheezy · 30 days
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Brain Curd #15
Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction, posted daily and usually written with the intention of being terrible… in an endearing way. Thank you all so much for reading, liking, reblogging, and enjoying these Brain Curds. The feedback has been so nice to receive, and writing these every day has boosted my mood and mental health substantially, to the point that I think I'm finally ready to share with you a highly requested excerpt from It Goes Up.
As many of you know, but I shall explain here, It Goes Up was a short story of over 3400 words which I conceived of and wrote in one single day in an act of mania and desperation. It was based on a dream I'd had the night before that I couldn't get out of my head, so I put it on paper instead. I could scarcely eat or drink the entire day as I worked on it, wasting away. I nearly collapsed into bed when it was finished.
The next day, having gotten myself at least some amount of sleep, I was horrified to read what I had committed to page. It was one of the most disgusting, life-ruining things my mind has ever been accosted with (and that is truly saying something). But I read it to one of my best friends anyway, and she agreed - this story was cursed, and if I unleashed it upon the world, I would be forever branded by its scarlet letter and its image would be burned into the minds of whoever was unfortunate enough to read it.
I remain disturbed by It Goes Up. I do not look at it. I try not to think about it. No physical copy exists and I hold the only keys to the digital representation, buried away in my files. You will never read it - not in its complete form, anyway - until I am long dead and buried. And even then, you should not. But I can see no major harm in showing you just a small tidbit. Perhaps to prove to you that it really exists. To prove to myself that I did not just imagine the fever dream that was creating it.
Tread carefully as you continue reading below.
Off-balance from the weight of shopping bags in her hands and the thirty dollar stilettos on her feet, Charlie hobbled over to the elevator. She’d parked her car in the garage below, and this was the most convenient way to return to it. She set down her bags at the door, just about to press the call button when the foot of a simple-looking cane pressed it for her.
“Good afternoon, my dear,” said the smiling man wielding it. He had striking blue eyes, curly graying hair, and a trim goatee to match it. He wore a plain looking button-up shirt (the top button undone) and a pair of unusually nice tailored mauve slacks. “May I ask - what brought you to the mall today?”
Charlie wasn’t used to people striking up conversation for no reason - in fact, it made her downright uncomfortable on the odd occasions it did happen. But something about him seemed familiar and safe all of a sudden, like he was a grandfatherly presence who had in some way or another been in her life always.
“I just like to come here and shop, mostly.”
“Mostly?” He asked, as if it were a leading question.
“I mean…” Charlie was a bit thrown off, but ignored it. “I really just came to find some new clothes. That’s all. I picked up some lunch while I was here, too.” She tapped the smallest of her three paper bags with her foot.
“My, my…” He seemed worried. “Did something happen to your old clothes?”
“Well, no…” she replied, confused. “It just feels good to buy things.”
“Ah,” he smirked, and gave a knowing wink. “Say no more. That is as good a reason as any, in my book.”
She smiled at him, but she wasn’t quite sure what to think about the man.
The elevator arrived with a ding-ding, and the doors opened. He gestured into the elevator cabin, inviting Charlie to go in first. She picked up her three bags and stepped inside, with the man following.
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dudja · 6 months
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Favorite Song out of the 4 here? #dudja #spotify
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maddisandy · 8 months
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anetesenpai · 4 months
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Imagine tending to this idiot I'd quit lmao
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fumifooms · 2 months
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Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…
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wolfythewitch · 1 year
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Stop adapting the iliad and the Odyssey into movies. You'll never succeed. Adapt them into shounen anime, as is their god given right
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erros429 · 6 days
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thinking about the subtle way falin's expression changed after marcille called her name . YES i am reading into it too much NO i don't give a shit
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poobirdy · 13 days
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bingqiu human/demon role reversal as requested by alliechickfics on twitter! for a modest donation to the listed organizations and individuals over at SVSSS Gotcha 4 Gaza, you too can get a prompt fulfilled in exchange.
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Elon wyd
I genuinely wish I could see inside Musk’s head or at least get an explanation for how he was thinking his plans would work out.
Like it’s clear now he is fantastically out of touch with reality but I still really wanna know like, to what degree. Did he think people would accept his ultimatum? Did he genuinely think it would only take like 300 people to keep Twitter running?
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anydaynowany · 20 days
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noodles-and-tea · 1 month
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Back at it with my enchanted merthur shenanigans
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astorianyxkings · 6 months
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There's always people theorizing how the Batfamily hides Jason disappearance and reappearance, but I literally haven't seen anyone use the best explanation: Witness Protection.
Like this literally answers every question. The Death Certificate? They had to fake his death. The empty grave? Obviously it had to be believable. The time when Wayne Heir "Richie Wayne" refused to step foot in Gotham and talk to his father? He was pissed about Jason's (non) death. Brucie Wayne's very real depression after his death? Well he lost contact with his son and he was under immense stress from the government.
Like this literally answers every question I can come up with. Why has no one said he was in witness protection? And if people have done it, send me fics and prompts because I'm obsessed.
And the best part is, the Waynes are so stupidly rich that they could pull it off. Lex Luther could try and conduct his own investigation but somehow he can never find anything concrete. And if he gets too close either Babs hacks them or Tim just calls up Conner for a distraction.
One time Jason gets cornered and asked how he felt about returning to his life after being in Witness Protection. Unfortunately, him and Bruce weren't on the best terms to explain the whole story but he comes in clutch. He spins the tale about how heartbroken he was to see his brother, father and grandfather grieving and how honored he was when he learnt his new little brother idolized him. Tim got ahold of a copy of the interview and will never let Jason live it down.
The media doesn't ask Bruce questions about Jason's death because last time they did he broke down and a suddenly furious reporter chastised them and reminded them that while Jason may be alive Bruce still mourned his death. The picture of Bruce in tears at the interview is currently one of Jason's favourite lockscreens.
Same goes for Dick. Any questions of his brother's death results in (1) Richie Wayne ready to throw hands at any and everybody, (2) his wife (well one of them) Barbara Gordon threatening the reporters or (3) That same Metropolis reporter chastising the whole community again.
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nerdpoe · 4 months
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Dick is waiting for a bus when he notices the guy next to him staring intently at the glass wall of the stop.
"Uh...how many teeth do humans have again?" The guy mumbles.
"Thirty-two," Dick says helpfully.
The guy shifts his jaw, there's a cracking sound, he spits something into his hand, and he finally turns to face Dick.
"Thanks," the guy smiles, Lazarus water smearing down his chin like blood as his eyes glow the same color.
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tarutaruga · 10 months
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please hoyoverse give this man a british accent you don't know how much I NEED this
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astrhae · 9 months
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"I'm very good at forgiveness. It's one of my favorite things."
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