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media-please · 1 year
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What if we were friends and we were also trapped in a sesame street knock-off? That would be fun, I think
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miniyellow5 · 2 months
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(COTL)
Getting married was kind of funny and shocking cuz I got wingmanned at first to marry someone, so I did since it was a quest. But then at some point the wing man, Webber, tells me I'm in love with you too! Marry me! So I sit there flabbergasted and I say ok, we get married, later on my first spouse dies because they reached old age.
Then, in the corner of my notif screen, it tells me that Webber fell in love with another follower named Valefur. I would not stop laughing or shut up that Webber was cheating on me to my pals, it was silly.
I also think that there is a follower who secretly defends my honor, just mere coincidence that they dislike Webber, but their name is Hammy and they will pick fights with Webber. Before we were even wedded, Hammy would want to fight them. I even witnessed this silly frog fella bolt after Webber with anger, I saw them running past me and I immediately knew another fight would break out, so I stopped Hammy by interacting with em. They broke into 3 fights in total.
Artistic depiction if my intrusive thoughts won:
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Slight jealous lamb..? Hrmmm (it's only really because I had to find out via the notif screen)
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icemankazansky · 1 year
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A scene from Valentine's Day in the Dreams of Impactverse:
Ice is looking all over for the source of a strange noise, and finally discovers a walkie talkie hidden under one of the bed pillows. He picks it up, speaks into it. This is not the first treasure hunt Maverick has left for him.
"Mav?"
The walkie talkie crackles. "Houston? Come in, Houston."
Ice rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "We read you, Captain Mitchell."
"Houston, we have a sexy problem."
The second half of the message comes from the bedroom door, and Ice turns to find Maverick lounging against the doorframe, wearing a grin and a configuration of silver underwear with the NASA logo that Ice is sure came packaged as sexy astronaut costume.
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"You are such a dork," Ice says.
Maverick swans over to him. "Houston, permission to board your ass."
Ice is laughing too hard to kiss properly when Maverick jumps into his arms, but Ice doesn't drop him even an inch.
He sinks down to the bed, Maverick settling into his lap.
"Permission granted."
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goldeneyedgirl · 2 months
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can't believe my dumb ass misunderstanding the hybrid jasper thing and the fact that you were talking about vampire jasper in the og hybrid universe actually resulted in such a beautiful thing thanks a lot to your galaxy brain and i'm sorry but now i'm one more anon disturbing you til death to have more of this concept !!!!!!!!!!
No, Anon. You gifted me with your galaxybrain thoughts. This concept has eaten away at me. I love fucking with the dynamic between Alice and Jasper, and the idea that he's some fucked up, mutated version of a hybrid because Maria crossed his path will feed me for a long time. 
I'm still fiddling with how I want to approach this - there's the 'rewriting the canon story beats'. Or there's more of a Jasper-version of Hybrid which is... tempting. I could have fun with that. 
But for now, here's some more from the ficmas version!
He wants to trust Alice.
But it’s hard. Nothing good has ever come from trusting a vampire. Or a woman.
Everything about her seems to be designed to lure him in - her big eyes, the sweet and hopeful smile on her face, the way she fusses with her gloves and hat and shoes. She smells like good things, safe things that feel like he dreamed them once. He really does want to trust her.
But he can’t.
The room that she’s rented for them is small but clean and warm. He wasn’t expecting that. Or the fact there’s a weather-beaten suitcase with clothing for him on the bed.
“It was easier to tell the landlady that you were my husband,” Alice says apologetically, as she takes off her coat and hangs it up. “If we’d traveled as siblings, more questions would have been asked.” There’s a tarnished brass ring, held on with a slip of paper, on her left hand that she slips off and into thin air. “She has assumed you were a soldier, which will work in our favor.”
He nods dumbly. Cover stories are nothing new, and this one is sturdy. But it makes him feel like he’s caught in a net and he can’t get free if everything turns sour with all the details already figured out for him. He wishes he knew if he could trust her.
Alice watches him for a moment, and she looks almost sad before she gestures to the suitcase. “Take what you need - the washroom is at the end of the hall. If… if I fetch you some food, will you eat?”She sounds oddly tentative making that offer but he nods. He’s not sure what he will eat - he existed on human blood for so long that human food only does so much; it is essentially medicinal, to keep him healthy and functioning. He can go for weeks, if not months, without much more than a few mouthfuls of water but it will take its toll.
But the blood… the blood he needs to stay in control.
In the washroom, he finds the case is very precisely packed - two outfits for him, all in dark colours and folded neatly, along with a comb and a razor. Soap and towels are provided in the washroom, thankfully. She’s even found him a set of pajamas that smell like soap flakes and dust. But underneath his things is a filmy pink scarf, separating another layer of clothing, and he cannot help but peel it back to see what else is packed in this suitcase.
There’s a threadbare yellow dress with mismatched buttons; a grey sweater that looks miles too big for Alice; a beige slip with a torn strap hastily pinned; a little pouch with an ancient-looking hairbrush, a dirty lipstick, and a brown leather notebook tied closed with some ribbon.
The notebook looks as old as he is, and he feels oddly guilty as he reaches for it. But he opens it and… maybe he can trust her.
The first few pages are letters. Unsteady and uneven, in a small, cramped hand; practicing over and over again until the letters become words. Mostly ‘Alice’ and ‘Jasper’ and ‘Cullen’. Leaning to write until it looks like the hand of someone her age and not someone who seems to have taught themselves.
And then little drawings - he’s stunned to see himself in many of them, drawings the size of postage stamps so as not to run out of pages.
A few sketches of clothing - dresses and coats and shirts. Lists of items, as if her memory cannot retain things. And then, almost in the middle of the book, it becomes … it becomes something he feels like he shouldn’t have seen. Notes on him, for him. Things to remember, things to know. Things that her funny gift has seen.
Can’t get cold or wet.
Doesn’t like milk.
Sleeps!
Pages and pages of notes to herself about him. And instead of being creeping and unnerving, like being watched in the dark, he found it… sweet and endearing, a clumsy gesture of goodwill.
She wasn’t lying when she said that she had been looking for him, waiting for him.
When he goes to put her things back in order, hoping that she won’t realize he intentionally looked through them and just messed them up pulling his own things out, he finds a dirty bit of cloth. There’s mud and old blood on it, and he pulls it out to see exactly why Alice has kept it.
It’s a torn, dirty garment. Not a dress or a shirt, but shapeless. The blood runs down the left side - a distinct pattern. He doesn’t need the lingering scent of venom to identify it, not with the blood splatter the way it is.
This was the garment she died in.
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orbeavariegata · 1 year
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Hey Marvel, can we get a miniseries about my two favourite idiot Sokovians
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pretty please
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tobebbanburg · 7 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Colin Hughes/Jamie Tartt Additional Tags: Slice of Life, not full crack but silly, AFC Richmond Players are Himbos (Ted Lasso)
There was a 6’4” Bumbercatch in the gym and it was making Sam feel beyond unnerved. The disparity in skin tone between the 2D face and the body it had been transplanted onto didn’t matter: it was an unnaturally tall Bumbercatch, and it was wrong.
-Colin has got his hands on the life sized AFC Richmond stickers, and he's about to make it everyone's problem
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You have an elriel one shot idea? I'm not the anon, but I just wanted you to know if you ever decide to write and share it, l will be very happy and supportive to read it because with your talent I know it will be amazing! That's all. 🥰
Just you, me, and LB. I'm learning that I like Az in short bursts- not in long fic form. Like DRTD Az telling Nesta to sit on his face.
I wanna do modern AU, virgin Elain with a crush in big sisters boyfriend's best friend. He SEEMS worldly but he's actually not. Shy Az is also a virgin and when they hook up it's awkward and quick. Elain is OVER her crush and Az is too embarrassed to do anything about it.
Cue Nestas wedding 5-6 years later. Az is like, actually?? I'd like a do-over thanks.
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bloustorm · 1 year
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The bats play among us and argue over the games even after they suited up.
So you get situations like Red Robin arguing with Red Hood about how he can't work with a traitor who stabs others in the back
Or Red Hood screaming about how this family betrayed him and left him to die (which considering the screaming matches about how he died and got replaced that happened before they all reconciliated just paints a very worrisome and confusing picture (how many times has Hood died now?))
How Nightwing is too nice to stab someone until he suddenly isn't and that he's one of the ones you always should keep an eye out.
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rinzydings · 9 months
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Hey did yall know that google docs has a character limit to what you can put in a single doc and it's roughly this, otherwise you get this message:
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anyway that's fun
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unwantedcrow · 1 year
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There as so many times where I wish I had the confidence to be an a**hole. My phone tried to automatically connect to the AirPods of the person sitting next to me.
If I was more confident in myself I would have graced their ears with the 1969 hit song “My Pal Foot Foot” by The Shaggs.
Instead I am here. Posting about it on Tumblr
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cow-tag · 1 year
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am calling it.. deltabound.
its a deltarune tbhk au..
pov tfw ur new ghost bestie fogor to tell you that eating that scale would turn u into a fish
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halluciniwaynia · 20 days
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o0kawaii0o · 11 days
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raiding the fridge AGAIN
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An important FNAF question, why is Michael purple?
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unwri-ten · 1 month
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Something happened today
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dkettchen · 11 months
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cursed construction core hi vis bra that came to me in a dream
In the dream I saw it in the window display of a hardware/DIY/trade shop, implying it was meant to be a practical garment designed for actual female constructions workers in a Female Armour level missed-the-brief attempt at gender inclusion
The practical support from the visible underwire combined with the hi vis implying it’s not meant to be worn as an undergarment, I just-
I blame my binge-reading ND Stevenson’s gender comics talking abt masculinity and femininity incl the one abt Victoria’s Secret lingerie yesterday for this monstrosity x’D
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