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superloves4 · 2 months
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I still taste the past - Chapter 1
Relationships: Curufin/Finrod, Celegorm/Aredhel (background) Summary: Finrod wanted to see Curufin, get his closure after all they had gone through, end things once and for all. What he gets is a journey through the memory of where they've been and the choice of where they will go. TW: none for this chapter A/N: This is connected to "We can always begin again" but it should be able to be read on it's own besides very occasional chapter.
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Finrod took a deep breath. And then another. And then he left.
Perhaps Curufin had been right, his plans were terrible. He tried to walk through his past actions and nothing made sense but that had always been his cycle, no? He was the one burned every time. So he left.
Finrod groaned, it had all started three days ago when he'd found the letter, Mando's letters were not what he had expected the first time he saw them when Angrod was re-embodied, they were sky blue and written in neat blue ink, it was almost too simple, but there it had been, now with the names, Celegorm and Curufin, written on it.
His heart sank.
"Oh, Findaràto, I..." his father had arrived and seen him just staring at the letter.
"You had not planned on telling me". Was his statement, the re-embodiment had been scheduled for the week before, it was rather clear his father was keeping secret. He couldn't blame him, in his place he would have done the same.
"I'm sorry," his father had answered bashful "Your mother and I, we thought it best," then his father's hands were on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes and very seriously said to him "But you have nothing to worry about, we already made all the arrangements, they are strictly forbidden from entering the palace, they shall not disturb you further."
Finrod had no idea of where he'd managed to pull a smile from, but he did, and it must have been convincing enough, seeing as his father visibly relaxed "It was very thoughtful, thank you father."
He had gently placed the letter back on his father's desk and after a brief conversation he had not paid attention to, he left the office that used to belong to his grandfather. Murder in his eyes.
Edrahil must have noticed as he, very resigned, simply said "It won't end well." Alas he'd caved in and delivered him the location of Curufin's new house. He had left the palace soon after, riding for a whole day. Only to stay in the nearby inn, instead.
It had taken him another day to gather the courage to approach the simple house, identical to all houses made for the newly arrived or freshly re-embodied, with it's white walls and delicate window frames it didn't fit Curufin. It didn't even have a forge, he imagined the other must have been going stir crazy in there. He returned to the inn.
Finrod sighed, he had never been so weak, even with his past with Curufin, things had never been so bad before.
He pushed his hood over his hair, not wanting the attention when entering the inn, he asked for a drink and sat at the same booth he'd sat the day before, hoping he'd have better luck the next day.
"Yeah, I saw him, the gull of some!"
Finrod had not meant to eavesdrop but he was forcibly included in the conversation.
"I heard that prince Findaràto has forbidden his presence in the palace. It's rather frustrating they are just thrusting the Fëanorion at us instead."
So was that what they were saying in the streets, huh.
"Can hardly blame them, can you? You heard the returned exiles, he betrayed them, he let our prince die."
Finrod was convinced Curufin would have liked to disagree on that point. He could almost picture his angry face as he proceeded to verbally eviscerate the other person, arguing for his defense. He groaned, eliminating the image from his mind.
"Doesn't mean I now have to buy vegetables with a kinslayer."
He sighed, it was not a good idea to leave Curufin there, he had done much wrong and there was much they still had to talk but he'd rather the other didn't get hurt, no matter how well intended the perpetrator might be.
He made to leave, to pay for the same room and once more spend his time thinking what he'd do when he saw Curufin again, when he felt someone pull on his wrist.
"Hey, mate, you dropped-"
His hood had fallen from his face, his long blond hair unmistakable, he hadn't even dropped anything but the confusion between him and the other elf's companion had now led to the whole inn discovering him. The room was filled with looks of admiration and interest, most had never met him outside of official functions, he knew they were curious but he had nothing to give them.
"My prince! What brings you here? Anything I may do?" the owner of the inn asked, the owner's daughter was quickly adjusting herself behind him, Finrod was exhausted now.
"Just a room for the night will do," he smiled courteously, he didn't want to be rude but that was not a good day for him.
The daughter rapidly chimed in "Is it true that you have ended your betrothal to lady Amarië?"
Finrod's smile twitched "It has been true since my re-embodiment," and while the owner chided his daughter, he made to leave.
"Are you here to get rid of the Fëanorion, prince Findaràto?"
Finrod froze, it was the same elf from before, looking hopeful at him.
"Has my cousin hurt anyone?"
The other patrons looked around in embarrassment when all the elf could answer 
"Well, no."
"Has he offended anyone?"
Finrod could see many of the patrons were looking away and buried in their cups or food instead of continuing to stare at them, the elf answered "No, he doesn't talk to anyone."
"Then I do not know what you'd have me do," Finrod answered, maybe in the morning he'd have a better answer, these people were merely scared, it was not right to take his frustration on them.
"You can't possibly forgive him." The elf said then.
Finrod spared him one last look and a sigh before turning around "This is Aman, everyone can earn their forgiveness."
He left at dawn, better to avoid anyone who might want to ask for him to deal out punishments. Why couldn't Curufin have gone to Formenos? From what he'd heard the Ambarussa and Caranthir were doing perfectly fine in the Fëanorian districts. And if they weren't alone perhaps he might fear their encounter less.
They could be just two cousins again. But that would never be true, wouldn't so? He was back again, staring at that unremarkable white door, when his father had approved of that design it had been with the intent of letting the future owner choose how to decorate however they wished, now it seemed to be a mockery of their past. 
He should just go home at this point.
"You should."
Finrod jumped, he kept staring so long he never considered that Curufin might've not been inside. Or that he'd spoken out loud.
Curufin sighed and Finrod wanted to punch him, what right did he have to feel bothered "Felagund, you are blocking my door."
"We need to talk Curufin."
He turned around just in time to see the other roll his eyes, Finrod wanted to scream but Curufin simply avoided him, taking his keys for that awful door.
"Is that all you'll do now? Ignore me? Haven't you done enough, Atarinkë!"
Curufin gave him a brief look before opening the door. "I rather thought you were the one who didn't want to talk, I wish I had been right, it was much nicer when it was quiet," he shrugged, might've closed the door if Finrod hadn't been faster, blocking the door again.
"I was not told of your return," Finrod admitted, looking into Curufin's gray eyes "Not the first time someone I cared about did so."
Curufin sighed again but let go of the door, resigning himself to whatever Finrod decided to do, stay or leave, he was past caring.
"We already had this conversation, we've already threaded this path, move on Findaràto, it would be best for the both of us," he said, falling into the unremarkable couch, also made for the owner to personalize, Finrod could now see that nothing in there looked like Curufin. An unremarkable house.
"Is that what you want?" he asked, making his way inside "To close yourself any time I want one sincere conversation, one modicum of consideration, I thought the halls helped people!"
"They do," Curufin looked at him, he was pallid and seemed far more tired than the last memory Finrod had of him "I want to move on, Ingoldo."
That killed Finrod's next reply.
"You," Finrod laughed bitterly "You want to move on? You ruined my life, Curufin, and now you want to move on?" He pushed his hair from his eyes "Every time, it's always the same with you! You are a coward, Atarinkë! A thrice cursed coward! You don't have even the decency to look at me and say sorry!"
Curufin got up like stones were trying to drag him back down and said "I'm sorry."
Finrod stared at him, brows furrowed, his breath still heavy from his previous anger, just confused. Curufin look at him as if to say 'Happy now?' but he didn't know how to react.
"It's over, Ingoldo, this is all I can offer," Curufin told him, not an ounce of scorn in his voice "We played our parts, go back to your bride now. I'm going to move on now."
That was it, that was all the closure he was going to receive, all those years and this was what Curufin was willing to leave him at the end. Anger making way for grief. It shouldn't have ended like this.
"I," he tried to say but nothing came out, Curufin gave him a last look and Finrod had to wonder if that was truly the last he'd have of him "You should leave this area, they could come after you."
Curufin smiled, if he knew him less he'd say it was a happy one.
"I'll be alright, they are all afraid of me."
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linderosse · 11 months
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Item duplication is one hell of a drug 😎
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shit-talker · 1 month
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I think a really fun idea to explore with Tim would be the idea of him having Hyperthymesia.
Hyperthymesia is an ability that allows people to recall almost every event of their life in great detail. It's extremely rare and honestly doesn't have that much research done on it, but recent studies have suggested that people with this ability are limited to autobiographical memories, people with HSAM sometime tend to show symptoms of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and may demonstrate obsessive tendencies.
I think it would be an interesting way to explain why Tim was able to recall his first meeting with Dick Grayson and connect the dots to seeing Robin. Tim does display a lot of obsessive behaviours, and while he doesn't really physically display compulsion (like someone with OCD would typically display) there certainly is a strong case to be made for him potentially having it.
But also, can you imagine how fucking horrible it would be for Tim to remember each and every traumatic thing that ever happens to him as a hero and those memories just never fading. Yes, it would make him a better detective and allow him to be arguably smarter than your average joe, but at what cost?
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petitesmafia · 9 months
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we should have a spin-off and it's just aya helping bram discover the world. call it adventures of aya and bram-pack (she carries him around on her back like a backpack)
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zivazivc · 2 months
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the morning (afternoon?) after this messy stunt. Floyd got off too easy in my opinion, but it's hard for Les to stay mad at him when he makes those sad pouting faces... 🤦
If you think Floyd's being really dumb at the start of this comic before getting a reality check, you have to take into account that he's madly lovesick and was feeling very smug atm; he's also a 15yo pop troll who thinks making out with someone means they're together now; and he assumed Les's sour mood was entirely the result of a nasty hangover...
P.S. They forgot about Hed lol (I almost forgot about him too, drew him just before posting lmao)
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rondoel · 2 months
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Looked into my folder and there was so much of them! 😭
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pigidin · 1 month
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OKAY. Am I the only one fascinated by how much Alastor in s1 has interacted with other demons and built a potential for considerable amount of different, broad and unique relationships? With All of them being non-romantic/sexual?
I really don't wanna dive into the discourse of shipping coz honestly, I do think that erasing Al's aroaceness is not cool at all. Personally, I don't see him wishing any romance/sex at all, and well. Considering how platonic he actually is throughout the season, it kinda seems like people forget that friendship (or basically anything non rom-sex) exists in the first place.
Coz, like, let's see what we got::
Vox -- probably one-sided (psychosexual) crush from Vox with possible past friendship between them, them hating on each other yet having (used to have) some respect as well. The ANGST, the drama (for both of sides). Insert aroace troubles (possible aphobia from Vox? Or not? He may be biggest ally as well!) and Vox's petty feelings that are insanely interesting to explore (and laugh at).
Lucifer -- immediate hate that (with a course of events) can turn into forced bonding. The potential of queerplatonic parenting of Charlie is HUGE here. Insecurities from Al? Forced care? Banters? SHENANIGANS? Luci patching up Al after battle, prolly discovering his deal and them slowly bonding on shared interests? Hey.
Rosie -- literal established queerplatonic partners, married for tax benefits, spending their evenings gossiping, hating on Susan and Al rolling his eyes on another romance-rel drama Rosie was trying to help sb with. Rosie can have insane influence on him whether it is understanding modern things or just being with him when he needs it. It also gives off mom/son to me.
Husk -- fucked up master-pet not-friendship with probable care rooted since they were closer in past. Is it toxic? Yes. Is it giving off some problematic dynamic? Sure. Yet it's fucking complex on its core considering pilot, bits and pieces of their interaction and how easily Husk used to insult Al until he overstepped. Them two are quite similar if you think about it and if Al got over his ego it could benefit him a lot.
Niffty -- daugther/father dynamic with them sharing one sadistic-psycho braincell and genuinely enjoying each other's quirks. Protective Al? I just need more Niff and them two being partners in the most outrageous crimes.
Mimzy -- friendship going since they were humans, with them having an amazing (potential) backstory of sharing evenings on two. Al enjoying her company as well as being protective and helpful to her with nothing in return.
Charlie -- manipulated into trusting you as a dad figure? Don't tell me there is nothing below Al's creepy plans or that he wouldn't grow to care for her. He already is proud of her and finds amusement in her inspiration-skills (also, performance is his thing for a reason)
Angel -- I was honestly kinda upset we didn't see any interactions between them except one sex joke, coz my past era of Hunicasts was a fuel to their duo. Them bonding over how different they are is the best description of their dynamic. Also banters and body-puns.
You can't just erase Alastor from interacting with people, but putting him inside boxes of allonormative relationships while he has such a fucking huge potential for everything beyond just that - is quite.. disappointing. People turning a blind eye to a wide variety of relationships he can have (potential to which is set in canon) for the sake of just romance/sex is low key sad.
It's AWESOME to see ppl actually understanding it and.. damn THANKS to everyone who explores Al's relationship with others without it involving final wish to stick tongues into places. Dynamics can be interesting and exciting without it.
I really don't wanna project my romance-aversion onto Al, but when romance and sex is one thing you see everywhere.. it's hard to just let it slip.
You are allowed to do whatever you want, exploring physical intimacy is fun as well, and having Al, well, there are bunch of ways to show it with respecting his orientation and the fact that IT AFFECTS RELATIONSHIPS/ATTRACTIONS but please just don't make it the center of your attention, the one thing relationship revolves around, coz sadly it's just exactly how it looks like from some folks.
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You keep underestimating others and it’ll come back to bite you (Patreon)
#Doodles#UT#Handplates#Sans#Gaster#Papyrus#And a touch more Fellplates for the road lol#Fellplates#Starting with Sans tho! The poor tired thing </3#He has to put up with an awful lot for all the didn't-ask-for-this and single HP about it#Since it's been so long away I forgot how fun he was to draw - so many lovely designs all over ♪#Onto Fellplates - technically a spacefiller idea that ended up being fun and silly#As much as attaching metal GPS devices to your experiment-children hands can be anyway#Fell!Gaster makes them rose gold to go along with his whole pastel vibe lol#That doesn't make it better Gaster! That's literally just a veneer!#I do love just how extremely done Sans is with him tho lol#Goes right to Papyrus like ''Hey so y'know those ideals could you maybe bend them just a little bit for me as a favour''#Little baby Fell!Papyrus having to think about it! But from which direction hmmm#The Nature vs. Nurture of Fellplates really does interest me quite a bit ♪#Very especially the idea of being told you are ''bad'' and how that shapes you - classic Handplates also explores it! Why not Fellplates#And then back to classic lol - Sans is Angery™ and Gaster as usual Does Not Care#What's he gonna do about it throw him into the Core? Pfsh#Do not 1v1 your child Gaster it doesn't go well for anyone#And finally a couple more sillies of he#Being rude - of course lol - just don't let whoever it is you're insulting see you!#''I wasn't using my own hands'' ''It's the same thing! >:0'' lol#And just a simple one of him inspecting his own bullets :) Gotta make sure they're strong and sturdy! Got a lot of ATK/DEF to do!
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Hi, I'm just here to say that I love your fankids, they are absolutely cute and adorable 💜 Also seeing Nymph with crushing for Sora is so sweet, yess girl bring the best version out of Sora and make him comfortable with his peculiar aparience 💙❤️💜🖤 Also thank you for your talent, is stunning 🫂
Oh you're a sweetheart TYSM!!
I like to half joke about how Nymph has a crush on Sora but rn in the story what she has for him is a genuine desire to help him. Sora however, does not think very highly of her attempts
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azaracyy · 3 months
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a lesson on good karma digimon survive week 2024 day 4: supporting characters
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druidonity2 · 6 months
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What if I were mentally ill and void of the light's presence and hung out with Alleria Windrunner wouldn't that be really cool
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superloves4 · 1 month
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I still taste the past - Chapter 8
Relationships: Curufin/Finrod, Celegorm/Aredhel (background) Summary: Finrod wanted to see Curufin, get his closure after all they had gone through, end things once and for all. What he gets is a journey through the memory of where they've been and the choice of where they will go. TW: none. A/N: Enjoy!
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The other smiths and stonemasons watched the two of them like the most interesting duel they had ever seen.
Findaràto sighed and gritted his teeth "If we decide on the columns with the leaves we'll have the better aesthetics and the vanyarin influences would further our friendship," if the workers were asked there was a rather odd emphasis on the last word "for the next festival."
Curufin scoffed "The leaves design is an eyesore and the structure is unstable and completely unsuited for our purpose, which the vanya would understand if they could pay attention to anything past their own noses."
Findaràto opened and closed his hands, taking deep breaths as he tried to not scream his next argument, the workers had never seen him this way before this project "We already have plenty of perfect utilitarian columns around Tirion, if we want for this to be a success you need to be open to different approaches."
"With the leaves design there is no reason for my or my smiths presence past the structural phase, which you will desperately need," Curufin replied "It is an insult to our skills to pick the option that would render us useless."
"Look who's not looking past their nose now" Findaràto grumbled quietly.
"Anything you want to share?"
"Besides the fact that you are worse than a mule?"
"Very well then, you win Findaràto, we will go with the leaves design as you wish," Curufin got up and gave him a faux smile "And when we're done with the structural measures I will be returning to Formenos as I should."
The workers thought that was fantastic idea.
Curufin tried to leave but Findaràto followed right behind him, steps echoing in the corridor, their workers staring from the open doors.
"Come back here, Curufinwë!" he screamed, every semblance of politeness gone "Stop being an obstinate ass! We are not done discussing this!"
"Ass, mule, any more animals to creatively call me?"
The workers were of the opinion that prince Findaràto was in the right, from the start of the project any could see that prince Curufinwë was resolute in his objective of obstructing any decision from the other prince. Findaràto wanted one type of stone? Curufinwë disagreed until it became a screaming match. Findaràto wanted one color? Curufinwë disagreed and everyone feared it would become a fist fight. And now the prince was fixated on the minor detail of the column design before storming off.
For a long time they had discussed what had motivated that particular rivalry, alas, their curiosity would not be sated as the two disappeared into the family side of the palace.
Findaràto sighed again once they were safely in Curufin's bedroom "I'm tired of fighting, Atarinkë."
Curufin didn't spare him a look "And you think I'm not?"
"If this is about Amarië again-"
This time Curufin did glare at him "You know exactly how I feel and still invited her."
Finrod groaned "I know that," he said gesticulating for emphasis "I. know. But Tyelkormo had already invited Irìsse and-"
"Oh, I thought you were just made of friends!"
Findaràto stared at him unimpressed "I tried, Atarinkë, I tried! Everyone already had plans, it's not like you are any different!"
"Ah, yes, because Astalalmë is the same thing." Curufin rolled his eyes.
"You used to have a crush on her, Amarië is just a friend, I think I should be the one throwing the tantrum here."
He sighed, it was something he did a lot lately, but trying to bring Curufin closer was like hugging a marble column, cold and stiff.
"Please, just give me a few hours, Atarinkë" Findaràto asked him "A few minutes of just us, no petty squabbles, please."
Curufin nodded but they still felt more distant than ever. He couldn't understand why Findaràto was so blind, from the moment of their introduction to now he had observed Amarië and it was clear it was not friendship she hoped to receive from the prince.
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"They look very suitable, would you agree?" Astalalmë asked him.
As he had predicted, Amarië and Findaràto were the talk of the party, to everyone this invitation was the sign of future good news, after all, it was after one such party that Turukàno and Elenwë had finally announced their betrothal, so why would it not be so for his closest friend Findaràto?
"You look tired," Astalalmë commented.
Of course no one would say that of Amarië, there had been nothing but praise for the vanya and several approving comments on prince Findaràto choice of partner although the most used word had rather been bride. And how were they not to confuse the two when Findaràto would oh so gently twirl her around in dance, not one unhappy moment to be found.
"Curufinwë!"
Curufin finally looked at Astalalmë and felt guilty, he really had not planned on ignoring her for most of the party, but he'd spent the entire time before arriving being sick and seeing Findaràto and Amarië so perfect in every way was making the bile rise again, it was really taking everything in him not to puke.
"I'm sorry, please, have fun without me," he bowed and he heard her sigh in disappointment "I will fetch a drink, do you want anything?"
Astalalmë glared at him and just gave him a curt no before leaving, Curufin knew she would not return even if he asked her to. It would be better if he left as well.
He dodged elbows and stepped on some feet, finally making his way to the beverage table where the assortment of mostly alcohols stood beautifully decorated. Curufin groaned and went around in search of water.
"You know people are talking right? I thought that was why you insisted on secrecy?"
Curufin didn't answer, picking instead a pink liqueur in front of him.
Findaràto took a deep breath "Why can't you just dance with me, is any of this truly worth it for you?"
Nothing.
"Curufinwë, is any part of us worth it to you?"
"Oops."
Findaràto closed his eyes, forcing himself to find anything inside of him to calm down and not make a massive scene in front of everyone, even as he felt the cold of the drink Curufin had thrown at him, not even pretending it had been a mistake.
People closest to the table had stopped their dancing to stare at them, and talked, hushed voices trying to understand what happened, Curufin gave him a practiced bow and uncaring of the eyes on him, left the ballroom.
Curufin thought he could escape, if he could just get where none of the gossip court would deem worth following, if he could only be left alone, but he should've known Findaràto wouldn't just leave him be so easily.
"You are a coward, Curufinwë!" the blond screamed at him "Can't you just look at me as you keep throwing me away! Am I not worth more than your contempt?"
"Leave me be!" Curufin cried, looking around to see if there was anyone watching them.
"I'm not leaving!" Findaràto said, voice rough "What have I done now? What is not enough, Curufinwë?"
Nothing, he wanted to reply, You are the most perfect thing that has happened to me and I don't want to lose you.
"She is in love with you, you blind fool," he replied instead, tears falling on the grass "When will you realize?".
"But I'm not in love with her!" Findaràto screamed, finally reaching Curufin "I don't want Amarië, I want you, I want to be with you but you're making it so difficult to love you."
"Then maybe you shouldn't!"
Findaràto shook his head "You can't be serious."
Through the tears, red eyes glaring, Curufin, however, continued "I release you, Ingoldo"
"Curufinwë, please."
Curufin screamed and shook Findaràto's arms away from him "I release you, Ingoldo, and be glad that no deeper bond existed between us now."
"How can I be glad when you're leaving me?!"
Findaràto stood there, not knowing what to do or how to fix things, he just watched as Curufin ran away, all his dreams, all he thought they had, castles of fantasy falling as his lover was more and more a dark silhouette under Telperion's light, until there was nothing left and he could see Curufin no longer.
"Atarinkë?"
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sequids · 5 months
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small detail i will never get over: shapesmith basing his superhero costume on the pizza mascot
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womenenthusiast2 · 6 months
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drew this (my vesper and cirrus as christine and erik) alike 4 months ago after finishing the phantom of the opera, this was my peak art actually
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Lmao Frank would absolutely keep a list of everything they tried to do to fix this situation. He has his work cut out for him with poor wally as well. Does he know what happened to Sally?
Frank does know what happened to Sally! ofc he caught his first glimpse of her when he sorta woke up, then after he Actually woke up, Wally made sure to sit him down and be like "she will kill you if you go near her <3"
still, Frank didn't really believe Wally. so Wally showed him proof:
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and Frank quickly changed his tune.
and honestly, it's more like Wally has his work cut out for him with Frank lmao. cause by the time Frank fully wakes, Wally's pretty much given up. and rightfully so, there's... not really anything he can do except protect his sleeping friends.
so Frank's initial attempts to make a plan kinda went like:
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Wally is very earnest about saying "that's nice". it is nice. it's refreshing to have someone around that still believes something can be done, however futile that hope is. Frank will catch on eventually.
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riddoodles · 1 month
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Job preparations. Sorting through your inventory is tiring work-
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