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reneeub · 13 days

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Neil "I'm fine" Josten and Jean "I was injured in a scrimmage" Moreau

#i can't stop thinking about the two of them #they were meant to be partners #neil was meant to be like jean #jean would help neil if he would help him #jean suffered for neil #neil [spoilers for the end of tsc]#jean hates neil #or does he?#aftg #tsc #the sunshine court #all for the game #do they have like. a ship name? not romantic necessarily #jean moreau #neil josten #forever partners

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flamingpudding · 7 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 12 - "I am not saying I didn't like it."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

Danny grinned at Jason who was sitting across from him on the table. Before the other a plate of… something was placed, accompanied by a cup of tea. Danny's first attempt at cooking. Jason had not managed to escape the Manor in time and had been unlucky enough to come across Danny, Alfred's new assistant / ward entrusted to him from an old 'friend'.

Of course Danny had to have that stupid baby deer and begging eye looks as he pleaded to Jason to please try his cooking and help him work out how to make it better so that he could help out Alfred more in the future. Jason was going to say no but the other teen was very insistent and had an iron grip.

He was pretty sure Danny had cut off his arms blood circulation when he had gotten dragged to the kitchen. Either way he was now presented with something that looked inedible and a tea that smelled heavenly.

"Try it!" Danny smiled brightly and damit, maybe his brothers were right saying he was a good damn pushover. Jason swallowed, looking from Danny's bright eyes down at the plate before him.

"Fuck it…" If it tasted bad he would wash it down with the heavenly smelling tea. He stabbed something on the plate, ignored the fact that he was entirely sure he had seen it wiggle and stuffed it in his mouth, eyes tightly shut.

He waited for the bad taste to impact.

And waited.

But it never game, carefully he opened one eye seeing Danny staring expectantly at him. Carefully he started chewing and his eye widened. Not expecting to taste what he did, Jason stared at the dish before him that he could only describe as the stew of doom.

"Well? How does it taste! Is it as good as Mr. Alfred's stew?"

"How the fuck…" was the only thing Jason was able to say still not believing his taste buds. Stil in disbelief Jason then took a sip of the heavenly smelling tea and promptly spit it out like it had burned his tongue, just not with the temperature but with its taste. He coughed, hitting the table a couple of times. His eyes teared up as he stared at the sheepish teen before him.

"What the fuck, Danny?" He wheezed out, trying to catch his breath after the coughing fit.

"I was sure you were going to like ecto-tea, considering you already have ectoplasm in your system. You didn't appear to mind it in the food."

Jason's eye twitch. "You mixed fucking ectoplasm into this food?"

If Alfred weren't so fond of this boy Jason would have punched him already. Sure Danny was a good damn enigma and when Alfred had introduced them the teen had freaked out on Jason about how he had not treated his apparent sickness before proceeding to explain to Alfred and Bruce that Jason apparently needed something called ectoplasm to stay healthy. That been a fucking ordeal, Jason certainly didn't want to repeat. Plus point was that this ectoplasm did indeed cure his Pit Madness, bad point was he had to take something that looked like fucking Pit Water on a regular basis.

And now Danny was apparently using him as his experimental guinea pig for his ectoplasm cooking. He could have at least said something about having it put into the food and tea. At least the teen looked somewhat apologetic at the glare Jason was sending him.

"Sorry… you just always made a face when you had to take the ectoplasm, so I tried making it taste better for you." He couldn't help it as he ruffled the others hair earning a pout in return. The teen reminded him of his brothers, if Alfred hadn't claimed Danny already as his, Jason was sure Bruce would have attempted to adopt Danny.

"I am not saying I didn't like it. Just don't put ectoplasm in tea anymore." He stabbed with his fork into the wiggling food to emphasize his next words When he lifted it he raised an eyebrow at the wiggling goob of something, that apparently doesn't taste as bad as it looks. "It's better in the food, despite causing it to look like something you shouldn't eat."

There was a crash behind him in the kitchen area right after he had placed the fork in his mouth and Jason arched an eyebrow at the suddenly very nervous looking Danny.

"What was that?" Jason asked, his eyebrow going even higher as Danny suddenly pulled out a green glowing steak knife out of seemingly nowhere.

"Nothing!"

Another crash resounded behind him and Jason was very tempted to turn around to see what caused it. But before he could, the green steak knife flew right past his head. "Nothing? Are you sure?"

"Uhm well… I might have kept quiet about a side effect ectoplasm can have on food." Another crash and Jason wondered if this was why Danny had waited for Alfred to be out of the Manor on errands before he attempted to cook.

"I won't say anything to Alfred as long as you don't use the good steak knives."

"Deal." Danny then proceeded to pull out the Demon Brat's throwing knives. Wide eyed Jason watched how Danny jumped over the table into the kitchen area, he turned in his seat to continue watching but found that Danny had disappeared chasing whatever had caused the crashing sounds.

"Demon Brat is going to bust a blood vessel, no one touches his blades." Jason muttered, turning back to his wiggling but actually good tasting food, deciding that for now, he would ignore the fact that Danny 100% was not a normal teen Alfred had taken in for a friend. If his knowledge about this ectoplasm was't enough to tip them off then the way had moved and used the blades just now definitely would and had.

Taking another bite, Jason marbled at the taste before he chuckled and wondered what would happen first. Him and his siblings figuring out what was up with Danny, the Demon Brat attempting to stab Danny for having used his throwing knives, or Danny figuring out their nightlife activities and the reason why Damian owned throwing knives in the first place.

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lazyasyoucansee · 1 year

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Woah! why so flustered? 🤨

Haha, I was checking my sketchbook and found this. Forgot to upload it. But eat my childs(? uh, idk if it sounds good

#sans x y/n #horror sans #sans undertale #sans horrortale #y/n #horror sans x y/n #sobs in simp #the big man doesn't understand the joke #or does he?#my art

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creepycatboyz · 1 year

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You look like me, but you're not me

#tmc #the mandela catalogue #uh oh!#alt cesar meets real cesar <3 #or does he?#cesar torres #alt cesar #my art

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caslutz · 2 months

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Six Sentence Sunday

Trent is wearing Ted’s clothes as he usually does when lounging around the flat on winter days such as this. Hanging loosely on his lanky frame is a bright red, oversized Kansas City Chiefs hoodie, and gray sweatpants. On his feet, mismatching blue and purple fuzzy socks, but those are his own, gifted by the kids (and ted) for his birthday. His glasses are clinging to the end of his nose, and for some reason, Ted finds himself staring, finding it hard to remember a time where he’s looked more beautiful.

“Unfortunately, it seems that Beatrice has passed on her cold to Henry,” Trent says, as he walks into the room, joining Ted and their son. He takes a sip of the mug of tea in his hands, before setting it on the coffee table and crossing the room to great his boyfriend with a kiss.

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amistakeofnature · 2 years

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Dumbledore: Severus you need to do something more productive than just sitting there being bitter and regretting life choices.

Snape: I do a lot more things than that, Albus

Dumbledore: Like what?

Snape: For example, I stopped murder today. Multiple times, actually.

Dumbledore: What? How?

Snape: Self control.

Dumbledore:

Snape:

Dumbledore: Multiple times?

#severus snape #snape #professor snape #severus #dumbledore #albus dumbledore #headmaster dumbledore #severus has some self control #or does he?#pro snape

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mini-detective-conan · 2 months

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Have you dreamt recently? If yes, was it good or bad?

Well, I did have the weirdest lucid dream ever after the weird 'heart-stopped corpse case' happened. I dreamed that I was busy walking around Paris when I was suddenly attacked by monsters. They shot lasers, and they looked like four-legged spiders, but metallic and with all sorts of alien details.

I held them off perfectly fine with my soccer ball, thankfully, but others weren't so lucky. They had to hide in the buildings. Some of them were even hit by the lasers. What's worse is the that the corpse was in my dream, only he was alive and well. He tried to keep my older sister alive (She was also handling the monsters just fine until some of them got a few laser hits in), but he got in the crossfire between her and three of them. He was practically gunned down like in AKIRA. We then huddled inside of some boarding school to keep ourselves alive. However, a monster broke in a few minutes after. The kid who sent me a meme a while back basically took a bullet for me and I was pinned to a wall by another monster. The dream was so harrowing and it felt so real, I thought I was going to actually die. Then they suddenly went silent. And then I was blasted with white and I woke up screaming. My older sister thought I had gone nuts. But you guys want to know the weird part of it is? The beginning of the dream was around the exact moment IRL when the heart-stopped guy dropped dead. I think I need therapy...or just a vacation.

#conan's asks #legitimately one of the most terrifying dreams i've ever had #i'm surprised it didn't feature any men i-OH I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT ON HERE #//#detective conan #dcmk #conan's trip to france #conan needs therapy #or does he?#DUN DUN DUNNNNNN

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ask-sebastian · 2 months

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Sebastian, Sebastian! Tell me! Back at the farm, how many times have you milked a cow? What about other animals?

I never milk and tell.

#ask-sebastian #sebastian slurps #or does he?#it's a mystery

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rainystressed247 · 1 year

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Bonding with a totally voluntary friend (nf at all!)

#dreamsbestfriendau #dream fanart #technoblade fanart #rivalsduo #it counts #I count every crumb #also nightmare deserves better #or does he?#rainystressedart

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javelinbk · 1 year

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Once upon a time, ‘someone’ said they’d like to work in a flower shop. And then I said, “wouldn’t it be great to have a fic where John worked in a flower shop and Paul kept making up excuses to shop there”. And then that person said “please write it…”

… and so I did…

Double Fantasy

Happy Thanksgiving, @dumbcloud!

🌻🌼🌸🌺🌹💐

#the flower shop fic #the one I’d secretly been writing the whole time #mwa ha ha #double fantasy #john has a flower shop #paul has a girlfriend #or does he?#john and paul #javelin writes #beatles fanfiction #🌸 🌺 🌹 🌻🌼💐

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mysicklove · 7 months

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microbio is hard for me bc all i think about when he lectures is how i want to rail him with the labcoat on

#🔪 - mello talks too much #he talking bout how STDs spread like bitch let me show you 😫😫#i had to take a breather after that joke that is not funny #i dont have STDs guys #nor does he #or does he?#i would risk it tbh #ok stop not funny #professorrrrr cmonnnn ill show you exactly how Chlamydia trachomatis works #STOP IT #is this offensive?#i dont think so....#im not making fun od ppl with stds #my friend actually has some sort of one i forgot #she makes std jokes alot #what the fuck am i talking about #moral of the story i want to fuck my microbio professor

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i-cant-believe-it-s-not-grimdark · 2 years

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Assorted warhammer characters as onion headlines (1/?)

#argel tal #eidolon #horus aximand #kyril sindermann #ezekyle abaddon #Warhammer #warhammer 40k #onion headlines #memes #onion headline memes #warhammer meme #The Emperor Protects #or does he?

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kachawo · 2 years

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It was a stupid bet.

And a stupid bet is often made between stupid people.

Wen Chao was one. Wei Wuxian was the other.

'I bet you can't even last a day' Wen Chao sneered.

Wei Wuxian likes to prove people wrong.

He doesn't come out for two days.

And when he does, he's smiling. But it doesn't quite feel right...

Wen Chao's body is found first, in the start of April. The police declare it murder and open a case.

(His fingers were cut up, his eyes rolled back so deeps. His mouth is open--what's that inside?)

They close the case with no suspect.

Wei Wuxian comes back to his and NHS's shared flat late... smiles at NHS and tells him to sleep soundly.

His smile doesn't feel quite right...

He starts disappearing everyday, no one knows where he goes, not even Lan Wangji knows.

He comes home with the smell of something pungent. NHS whines about it. He laughs it off and says something about garbage.

What kind of garbage smells like that?

Wei Wuxian has been acting differently. Everyone agrees.

He's not... loud, not present. He disappears almost everyday no one ever sees him.

He comes home late, smells differently each time. He spaces out during conversations, standing stiff, staring into nothing, call out his name he never answers. He just stares, stares, stares-

Then one day he's gone.

Like the wind, no traces of him, his belongings aren't gone, no clothes taken, no money withdrawn. All identification documents were left behind, he took nothing with him.

The last to see is his roommate NHS.

In the park, walking straight towards the forests.

#???idk #mdzs #mdzs au #wwx #free verse #modern #wei wuxian enters the forest and comes back #or does he?

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ticket-for-four · 1 year

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Preview: Chapter 5 ▽ From Conductor to Passenger

Picking away at this and possibly having a little too much fun working out how to write certain characters getting introduced this chapter! Here's a snippet to help tide over~!

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Garlic... Potato... Carrots? Oh. Ingo's turn to cook dinner. Ingo likes making stew.

The homely, savory scent carried its way to Emmet, barely roused from rest as his heavy eyes remained shut. A small weight rested on his lap over the thin blanket covering him, -Ah. Ingo must have done that.- gently breathing and chittering quietly. Between his napping companion -Galvantula worked verrrrry hard today, too.- and the hazy comfort of his mind, he saw little reason to shift gears at the moment. Especially not with the dull ache of his muscles and joints making themselves known to his floating mind.

I didn't realize I was so tired. I don't remember the last time I napped at home after a shift. It was a verrrrry long day.

Not to distantly Emmet could hear the slight clinking of metal on more metal. Continuous and rhythmic, a dance of liquid whirling softly in a pot. Such a pleasant lullaby could easily ease Emmet back to rest, but instead he remained in a cozy limbo between sleep and waking.

Ingo must be tired too. It's not good to run on fumes. Take out would have been a good idea.

Pleased humming drifted into the soundscape. It drawled low and notably hushed, -Ingo knows I am a light sleeper.- laced with a hint of slow lethargy, but beaming with content at least ten times over.

That's right. Ingo likes cooking more than I do, yup. He says it's relaxing. It is time consuming Time better used for laying tracks to new battle strategies. Or refueling. But if Ingo is happy, that is okay.

To his right came the quiet creak of a door -The bathroom?- and heavy cloth shuffling to his other side, then towards the melody of the meal being prepared. A high, airy voice -Elesa must have left the gym early tonight if she's visiting now.- buzzed with an inquisitive mutter. The bassier voice's humming ebbed away to reply, still remaining restrained. Like a friendly tennis match at the sports dome, light conversation between the two swayed back and forth. Of course Emmet, ever curious, strained to put meaning to indefinable words, though they seemed too foreign to make out clearly. After some time, Emmet gave up trying to comprehend the conversation. He felt much more inclined to sink further into the cushion below than get up to join them; the soreness laying claim to his body seemed to gradually spread out -Today was verrrrry long.- with his awareness.

There was a pause in the quiet banter. Then a sigh, edging on exasperated, with something bubbling just underneath. The girl's voice raised slightly, still not easy to comprehend, but annoyance in her tone was impossible to miss. Her companion responded in an almost... carefree way? The contrast was jarring, uncomfortably so.

-Is Elesa okay? Something has happened. Ingo doesn't seem worried. Verrrrry strange.-

Anger jammed its way into her voice, sharp and pointed at the other like a knife. That wasn't right. Neither was the pitch of her voice or more obvious inflections of an accent Emmet only just picked up on. With whispers turned much more audible, something cold and curdling dropped in Emmet's stomach.

Elesa did not know Kantonian.

#emmet wakes up from a nap at home after a verrrrry long day #or does he?#fan fiction #preview #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #emmet #ingo #elesa #submas

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tanjir0se · 7 months

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maybe it's the brain damage from the six months I spent writing a post-BOTW Zelink fic but there's just something so juicy about incorporating an element of memory loss/amnesia into stories....its about learning who you are through the Other, reconciling the Self you Feel you are and the Self that everyone else seems to know. The Self that already died, should have died, with the Self that's here now, raw and half-formed and aching for someone to understand...the power in saying You know more about me than I do, can you hold all these memories for me they're too heavy for me to bear alone....the inherent eroticism of LITERALLY giving your Self to another...

you agree.

#guys i'm spiraling #<me when i'm spiraling #postcards from stupid town #gets even worse when applied to Demon!Kyo because Giyuu. The one tasked with bearing the weight of Kyo's memory...fuckin hates the New Self #or does he?#does he hate that Kyo is a demon or does he hate himself for still being in love with him despite it all #GUYS. I'M SPIRALING #welcome to FUCKING wednesday

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gaypirates-gayangels-gaywizards · 1 year

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#ofmd #our flag means death #lucius ofmd #lucius lives #or does he?#i finally have polls #tumblr polls #gimme your thoughts

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