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darkeneddawning · 10 months

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Escaped clone au

You know all those fics where Danny and Damian are twins but everyone first assumes Danny must be a clone? How about an au where Danny is Damian's clone who escaped the League after he was assumed dead. Damian could even have been the one to have "killed" him, back when Danny was a newly created, fully brainwashed clone minion and trying to kill Damian himself.

Danny gets adopted by the Fentons and canon goes on as normal, until Dan. Witnessing what would happen to the world should he turn evil really drove home to Danny how dangerous he is.

Even if he was confident he could be trusted with his absurd amount of power (which he isn't), what if the League of Assassins found out about him? Does he still have programming triggers from his evil assassin clone conditioning?

So, Danny does the responsible thing: he goes to Batman to turn himself in.

Cue Danny showing up on Bruce's doorstep with ghost hunting equipment, intel on the afterlife, and an almost unbelievable backstory. Somehow he still managed to be more well-adjusted than Damian.

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Here's how I'm thinking Danny leaving the League went down:

After surviving his wounds but failing his mission, Danny (then an unnamed potential Damian replacement) knew there was no point in returning to the League. As a failure, he was meant to be disposed of. He even thought of simply allowing himself to perish, since that was what the League would do.

But he couldn't help but feel as though that would be a waste of a resource. Surely he could be of more use to the League alive than dead?

That tiny bit of rebellious logic is what caused Danny to go into hiding, only living on based on the off chance he would find opportunities to further the League's goals. Obviously, that mentality didn't last long after being exposed to the real world and meeting one Jazz Fenton.

Being adopted by the Fentons was the best cover Danny could have asked for, since any odd behavior he couldn't hide while he was learning how to be "normal" was totally overshadowed by the sheer bizarre eccentricity of his new parents. He was still the neighborhood weird kid, but even that was a major upgrade from disposable tool, so Danny considered it a win.

Anyway, if anyone likes this idea, please feel free to have at it! Interpret it as you please :)

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompts #dawningwrites #Danny: I'm too powerful help please accept this 10 step guide that MIGHT give you a prayer of defeating me #Bruce: and you're saying that on top of all your potentially apocalyptic abilities you're also the ruler of another dimension??#Danny: I know right?? they wouldn't listen to me when I said a teenager wasn't qualified. and technically I'm only 5 years old!#Danny's better adjusted than Damian bc he had Jazz to help him #and he didn't have to be anything other than a “normal” teen until his accident #whereas Damian had a bunch of traumatized and emotionally stunted vigilantes with a complicated family dynamic he walked into #Alfred did his best but there was only so much he could do without undermining Bruce or interfering with their vigilantism #Dan happened before Dani so she might not be in this (yet)#but if Danny's clones are still a thing I think he'd be even more traumatized by most of them melting #Dani: you don't know what it's like to be made by a rich supervillain to replace your original and then be discarded as a failure #Danny: ha ha so funny story #damian wayne #damian al ghul

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puppetmaster13u · 3 months

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Prompt 196

So. Tucker might’ve done an oopsie. But it’s not his fault! How was he supposed to know you weren’t supposed to even be able to hack into the watchtower with a PDA? He uses PDAs for everything, and it’s not like it’s even hard???

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Why are the heroes looking at him like that?

#Dcxdp #Dpxdc #Prompts #Danny is in the kitchen also bemused with Sam #None of them are aware how crazy their stunts are thx to everything being trial by fire #They’re in the kitchen trying to get Sam’s darling rosebush & Tucker’s mini meat dragon to stop fighting #The heroes who came here because someone hacked into the watchtower are looking at all of this in horror #The three of them just wanna have a calm break before college man #Or internships #They got married for the tax benefits & because they’re all Ride or Die at this point #All three are ace #There's a big flag on their wall made out of living plants

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whumpprentice · 9 months

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That thing in whump where caretaker goes to tend to whumpee's injury only to realize things are so much worse than whumpee initially let on and now caretaker is way out of their depth and very scared >>>>>

#whumpblr #whump community #whump tropes #whump prompt #bonus points if they're more angry than worried but too stunted to show either

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shanastoryteller · 1 year

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Happy Halloween!!! Gryffindor Draco Please!

a continuation of 1

Draco isn't personally worried when someone decides to copy the attacks from fifty years ago, obviously, but he is worried in general because Hermione is one of his best friends and her muggle parents paint a great big target on her back.

"Don't you think you're being a little ridiculous?" Hermione asks when Draco tells her that she's not allowed to go anywhere without a pureblood. He or Neville preferably, but even Ron will do in a pinch.

"Not about this," he says seriously. "A muggleborn girl died las time someone started throwing around this heir of Slytherin crap. Severus is working on trying to figure out who it is, but it's hard when no one knows how they're doing it."

Heir of Slytherin his ass. It's obviously some disillusioned upper year who's parents were likely Death Eaters that took Voldemort's fall personally. Unfortunately, that's most of Slytherin house.

Some of Hermione's derision has faded, but she's still frowning. "Well, can I at least go to the bathroom alone?"

She says it as a joke, but he snaps, "Definitely not! That's where the last girl was killed! Go with Parvati or Ginny. I thought girls liked going to the bathroom in groups anyway?"

"You don't mean," she starts, hesitates, then says, "Are you talking about Moaning Myrtle?"

"Obviously," he says, and he's trying to sound condescending, but mostly he's just really, really worried. "One twelve year old muggleborn girl has already died in Hogwarts. Let's not make it two. Don't go anywhere alone, or with anyone else of questionable blood status, okay?"

"Okay," she says quietly.

It doesn't at all make him feel better.

Hermione hates doing as she's told.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #harry potter #lucy goes well i guess we're one of the good guys now since bringing back the darklord would stunt my son's social development #better turn in this diary so it can be destroyed #and ginny finds it and goes wow a blank notebook! neat

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ladyfeliciamontague · 2 months

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OCKISS 2024; Day 1: Almost

— You do know that everything I’ve done, I did for you. Don’t you?

— Are you referring to what you did to save me from the death row or everything you’ve ever done during the last thirty years?

He took her hand, forcing her to look up. She blushed.

— The saving part. Before that, I was not always there for you…

— You managed to convince me otherwise at times.

He kissed her fingertips, drawing her closer.

— And you held each and every promises you ever made me. Remember?

— I… I did!

He smiled, leaning in as Eva stood as tall as she could to meet him halfway; she held his gaze, she knew what was coming. Yet, she was proven wrong as the previously dark hallway came alight all at once.

— Oupsie!

Someone laughed. The Bellavoirs blinked, already mourning the long-awaited kiss that never was.

#ockiss24 #ockiss #*#oc: eva Bellavoir #oc: eugene bellavoir #oc ship: the way it should always have been #I’d already done this prompt in 2021 with them during inktober and it was a perfect way to redraw #my emotionally stunted couple

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deabruarenjarraitzaileaya-ha · 4 months

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This is my gift for Eyeshield 21 Winter Gift Exchange of 2023. @shortandbittersweet I hope you like it! And I'm so sorry about the delay 🙏🙏

Also many thanks to @eyeshields for all their work organizing the event ♥️♥️

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When Kongou Agon stepped into the Empire City Casino at 01:43 am, he had a clear plan in mind: take a look around, play a few games and win easy money, perhaps find a pretty woman to pass the time with and leave the tab to… Just will away the time until the blond trash and the other idiots called him in desperation, begging him to help with their ridiculous plan. He’d have a bit of fun at their expense, leave them hanging for a bit, and appear in the nick of time.

Simple, easy to follow plan. The blond trash would try to pull some shit, but nothing that would damage his own plan, so Agon wasn’t too worried. Which is why, after ordering himself a drink and approaching the gambling tables, he did a double take that almost spilled the fucking beer all over the floor. He blinked once, twice, and gritted his teeth. But of course, of course, that trash would be in this casino with no explanation, dealing cards at the poker table like he did that every night from 10 to 6.

Unlike other times he’d seen Hiruma go ‘undercover’, he seemed to be making an effort this time. He looked as dumb as the rest of the casino workers, with a red vest and a ridiculous visor, his hair slicked back and as tame as he’d ever seen it, pointy ears partially covered by it.

That wasn’t why it took him a good few seconds to make sure it was him, though. It was the smile. He was smiling like a normal person, as if he were a regular 19-year-old trash with regular trash teeth and regular trash personality.

It was disgusting.

…And somehow more unsettling than the usual demonic grin.

“What the fuck, trash!?” he asked, reasonably, and sneered at the nearby randos clutching their pearls.

“Welcome, sir! Would you like to join the game?”

Oh, fuck no. He was acting. The affected perkiness and wide-eyed, eager face… he was mimicking that tiny roller-skating menace.

“Aaah!? Fat chance, trash. I want you to tell me what-”

But Hiruma had already given him two cards face down and was gesturing to the vacant chair with that uncanny smile.

He could just turn around and leave, ignore the annoying trash and whatever mad scheme he was cooking up in that big brain of his. They had some twelve hours until their flight back to Japan, he could find something else to do with his time until then. He could…

Agon sat down with a scowl, picking the two cards up but not taking his eyes off of Hiruma. “What are you doing here? You told me those assholes would be at the casino by the airport.”

Hiruma laid a hand on the table and leaned in, tilting his head to the side to hide the sudden impish quirk of his smile from the rest of the casino. “Which is why you ran away to a different casino on the other side of the city?” he asked, voice back to his usual raspiness and eyebrows arched in mockery.

Manipulative piece of shit.

“You’re becoming predictable, Agon-kun, never a good look.” He leaned back and yet again fixed the same cheerful mask from before on his face. Agon resisted the urge to grab his cheeks and headbutt him.

“So the rest of the trash is here as well?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, sir,” he replied sunnily, before turning to the idiots who had remained. “Ready to continue the game, everyone?”

There was no way Hiruma didn’t know their teammates’ exact location, either in this very casino or in some other part of New York. But he didn’t really care one way or another; he could always call Ikkyuu if he really wanted to know.

“So those assholes you're looking for—the pencil pushers who are trying to reject the creation of a world championship—, they are in this casino. And your plan is, what, to cheat them of their money? To smile at them creepily until they agree?”

Agon had experience with Hiruma’s schemes. They sounded crazy, but were annoyingly clever. They usually involved blackmail—but that required Hiruma himself to stay hidden and in control of at least three electronic devices—, intimidation and/or physical violence. Dealing with people in influential positions such as these involved more elaborate methods than beating them into a pulp—which was a pity, because he could really use some light exercise, and he hardly had the patience for a more elaborate charade.

The trash, instead of answering, pointed at the cards in Agon’s hand with his freakishly long fingers. “Would you like to place a bet, sir?”

Ugh!

Fine.

He pushed his sunglasses up into his head and stole a quick look at his cards: the king of diamonds and the ten of clubs. Could be worse. Could be better. He took a few chips out of his pocket to pay the buy-in and the bet to continue the game, adding them to the pile.

There were three cards already on the table: the king of spades, the five of clubs and the eight of diamonds. Hiruma shuffled the deck like a magician with a caffeine overdose and put one more card down with a flourish: the queen of hearts.

Agon didn’t really like these types of games; he preferred to rely on his own skill rather than on chance and statistics. But his luck was decent and the ladies at casinos were usually loaded and willing to spend it on him, so he’d been to a few.

A glance at the blond trash—at the tilt of his chin and the glint in his green eyes whenever he wasn’t playing the golden retriever for the other players—told him he was being challenged. Win the game and get these idiots to leave, huh? It was a blatant manipulation attempt, Hiruma Youichi’s speciality: annoy someone into abandoning common sense and catch them in his web. While fully aware of it, Agon couldn’t not try and prove the bastard wrong—sometimes, he wondered why he even bothered. And the chance to earn good money was appealing, too.

He remembered the basics of the game: Hold’em Texas, Hiruma had called it, a variant of poker. As the rest of the table made their bids, he drank his beer and eyed them with disdain. They were all gray guys in suits that would make Unko-chan seem charismatic and fun by comparison. They would be easy to intimidate, or at least repel. He would have preferred to have a pretty girl to please his eye—instead he had to look at that blond trash and his stupid face—, but at least he would get these idiots’ money.

And get it he did.

He may have had some trouble remembering whether a Straight or a Flush had higher value, but all it took was his third best glare, a few insults, some good hands and Hiruma ‘unwittingly’ annoying and confusing the shit out of them. After half an hour, Agon’s beer glass was as empty as the surrounding seats, and he had ten times the number of chips he had started the game with.

The skinny trash looked delighted; his sunny smile had grown fangs and he could almost see a pointy tail wagging behind him. “Kekeke, well done, sir!”

“Aaah? Cut the crap, trash, tell me your plan.”

Hiruma leaned forward, looking like he was about to divulge some juicy secret, but Agon knew from experience that it was going to be bullshit. However, without saying anything, Hiruma’s eyes left his to rest somewhere over his shoulder.

Agon scowled.

“Deal me in, brat.”

That snobby, nasal voice… No fucking way.

Agon whipped his head around so fast his glasses would have gone flying if they weren’t high quality, expensive as hell Oakley Juliets.

Sliding into a vacant seat, wearing a white fur coat and the expression of someone who’d smelled shit—and who knew, with that fucking snout of his he might have been able to smell a corpse next city over—, was Clifford fucking D Lewis.

“Of course, sir!”

The American quarterback took his cards, but didn’t even glance at them, eyes fixed on Hiruma the same way Anezaki pretended not to stare at cream puffs.

“I’m beginning to wonder about your hobbies. Are you an aspiring actor? Part of an amateur theater group, perhaps? This is at least the third time you’ve played dress up in my presence.”

Hiruma’s smile sharpened like a sushi chef’s knife, and he tilted his head. “Clifford-sama recognised me? I’m honored.”

Clifford snorted, the sound loud even with the racket of the casino surrounding them—probably because it had more room to reverberate due to his enormous nose. He muttered something under his breath, but Agon’s English wasn’t good enough to catch it. One of Hiruma’s freakish ears twitched, however, and for a second he looked like his usual devilish self, ridiculous costume and all.

Neither of them had spared him a glance yet.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

The pompous bastard barely turned his head to glance at him. “Agon Kongou,” he said, in a tone of voice that reminded him of ‘I don’t even need to pay attention to guys like you’. “Strange choice for a poker game. Was your cowboy friend unavailable?”

Clifford D Lewis had a very punchable face. And he may be faster than him still, but Agon’s reaction time was better; in such close quarters…

A kick to the shin stopped him from lunging forward. He glowered at Hiruma, who had that disgustingly cheerful smile on yet again. “A game against the dealer, gentlemen?”

He took the two cards with a snarl. Hiruma better start explaining soon, otherwise he’d leave, and then he’d really have to call for that cowboy trash to come help him.

Clifford huffed and readjusted the collar of his tiger print shirt—and seriously, why the hell did it have to be that particular pattern? Agon was wearing it better, but it still pissed him off.

They paid the starting amount. Agon had two queens, but it would take a lot of luck to win against these two poker addicts. The three open cards weren’t very encouraging, but he’d be damned if he folded in the first round. He’d be able to think better if Clifford quitted his yapping. Agon knew enough English to know that the D in his name had to stand for Dick.

“It’s clear why you’re here. You’re after Jacob Robert Clarkson, general secretary of the American Football Federation, and Daniel Mullin, director of development of the International Football Committee. They have been speaking against the consolidation of an international university league and hindering the entire process; without their approval, the project won’t take off.”

Hiruma put another card down. The American quarterback made the bet, and they matched it.

“It’s interesting that you’re posing as a poker dealer, then, since neither of them plays poker.”

Wait, what?

“Clarkson is a roulette man and Mullin only plays slot machines. An information broker of your level must have known that before starting this whole ridiculous charade.”

What.

Hiruma put the last card down. Clifford shoved half of his sizable mountain of chips towards the center of the table and leaned closer. “If you wanted to attract my attention, there are other ways, brat.”

Okay, no. “What the fuck, trash!?” He pushed the same amount of chips forward; he didn’t care about winning anymore, but he wouldn’t back down on principle.

“You needn’t have bothered, of course; Don would never allow them to completely reject the project or even dawdle too much,” Clifford said, that annoying superior smirk in place. “It’s clear to us, after that first international two years ago, that other countries need to be reminded of America’s superiority.”

Hiruma’s toothy grin widened, looking as unhinged as a shoji door. “Is that so? How generous of America-sama.”

He uncovered his cards. They were an ace and a two, which meant he only had Two Pairs; the little shit had been bluffing.

Clifford had two tens. With the cards on the table, he had a Full House. He opened his mouth, eyes fixed on Hiruma, but Agon slammed his cards down on the table before he could say anything.

He had two queens, plus the two queens on the table; he had the highest hand. Hiruma cackled without restraint and Clifford scowled.

“Another game?”

#es2023wge #eyeshield 21 #es21 #hiruma youichi #kongou agon #clifford d louis #clifford d lewis #The fic turned out quite silly...#Thankfully Eyeshield is a great show for these cases in particular #since you can be sure Hiruma has pulled bigger stunts for sillier reasons than whatever you can come up with #so 🤷#hopefully I did your prompt justice

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themagicalshrimp · 1 year

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When the speed of the sword reaches a certain level, blood will not get on the blade even if it slays a person.

#six flying dragons #sfdedit #kdramaedit #olddramas #kdramadaily #byun yo han #someone went on a like spree in my sfd tag which prompted me to revisit my drafts #and i had forgotten about this one somehow?#i was trying my hand at giffing fight scenes #like obviously byh is super pretty #but also have i said i'm in love with the stunt choreography in this?#mine: sfd #blood cw

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thecittiverse · 7 months

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"It's always good to see young people take an interest in danger!"

Frinktober 2023 Day 11: Bart

Bart in his daredevil outfit from Season 2's "Bart the Daredevil."

See the whole prompt list here.

#frinktober #drawtober #simpsontober #inktober #october #the simpsons #bart simpson #bart the daredevil #daredevil #skateboard #stunt #cape #fanart #thecittiverse #cittiverse #art prompts #trick

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philipjohnclapp · 1 year

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thoughts on ville valo headcannons 😩

Ugh, so I’ve been staring at this since it came in my inbox, for months now? Maybe since July, I’m not sure. Anyways, I do not quite understand what this means still. But, if someone could please let me know I’ll try and fulfill the request. Thank you. 😭

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masterqwertster · 8 months

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Any prompt from yellow?

Prompt For the shits and giggles, let's go with the Stunts AU Yellow 5 "I can't move."

Orym slashes at the giant werewolf before him, prepares his shield as it steps back-

Except the werewolf doesn't step back, just freezes in place.

"CUT!" echoes out across the studio as the werewolf fails to move at all.

"Chet, you okay there?" Orym asks as the lights come back up from their nighttime forest setting.

"No! I can't move 'cause the fucking prosthetic locked up!" comes the indignant shout from under the furry costume.

The costuming team responsible for what Orym knows is an incredible werewolf piece rushes forward to help the older actor out of the suit so they can get at the malfunctioning innards.

Considering this is Take 5 of a pretty intense bit of battle choreography, Orym's happy for the break. And he's sure a sweaty, red-faced Chetney feels much the same.

It's a lot of work, most stunt sequences are, but when it hits the screen, it's worth it to see the wowed reactions of the viewers. Regardless of if the story is good or not, stunt work can still be appreciated and awe-inspiring, and that's why Orym loves it so much.

"You holding up okay?" Chetney asks as he sits beside Orym, half-emptied water bottle in hand.

"Yeah. I'm good."

"Good, good. This scene is gonna look kick ass when we're through with it!" Chetney declares, trying to amp up the energy of the set.

"Cheers to that," Orym agrees with a smile, raising his own partially drained water bottle.

#MQ&A #MQfic #color quotes prompt #MQ AU machine #bells hells stunts au #chetney pock o'pea #orym of the air ashari

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roobylavender · 1 year

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i think one of the things i want to do over break for funsies is like. rewatch every pak drama of the major contemporary writers nationally hailed as progressive (e.g., umera ahmed, farhat ishtiaq, sameera fazal, etc.) and see how many of the male leads i come out actually still liking. like i want to make an excel spreadsheet cataloguing every red flag that went under my radar as a kid. for science

#bc if we are being real. sooo many of these guys are nothing short of rancid #and while i get the point of a lot of these dramas is to show emotionally stunted men grow #idk how much tolerance i have for certain behaviors now like idk..#tangentially this is also why complaints of saif from kuch ankahi Really amuse me #like ok so all of the most toxic and insecure men imaginable aren’t a problem for most pak drama fans #but a man who simply lacks agency and is maybe a bit cowardly bc his mother overimposes on him is horrible and unappealing..#like i’m not saying people have to like him or have a crush on him by any means #but i think it’s weird people are blatantly ignoring he’s being used to comment on how mothers emasculate their sons and strip their agency #and how that doesn’t always translate to those sons being weird toxic alpha males but can simply make them cowardly and unable to stand up #for themselves. which yes. is totally worth criticizing. but it’s strange people think samiya is coddling him #simply bc she’s willing to ask him what he thinks when his mother does or says certain things #if she were coddling him she wouldn’t even bother worrying that he’s a pushover #but instead what she does is prompt him to slowly recognize that he has his own thoughts and feelings and that he can act on him #and that she’s not going to solve his problems for him bc he’s capable of solving them himself #and idk i think that is a narrative worth telling. and i am so willing to cut him slack for being a coward bc he’s the farthest thing from #a toxic alpha male. people have twisted him into being this horrible liar cheat etc for liking someone else prior to his marriage #despite the fact that we are literally being told and shown he’s forced into the marriage and his mom Knows he likes someone else and she #doesn’t care. saif cannot realistically say no without effectively running away and he’s incapable of that bc he fears his mother #he’s not a bad person. he’s just a coward. and his growth will entail that he becomes someone brave enough to take a stand for himself #and personally i am way more open than whatever shite we have in other dramas where it takes a saas abusing her bahu for her son to wake up #to be deleted

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userpoe · 2 years

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you know, it is actually a shame that sci-fi usually gets snubbed when it comes to recognition for performances and stuff because I truly can't fathom how gruelling it is to make. Endlessly grateful for the actors that bring my favorite stories to life but oh my stars I hope you're getting a lot of rest 💜

#tegan speaks #nothing in particular prompted this exactly - well that's not true i read an interview by oscar isaac where he talked about how much energy #goes into projects like star wars ect and how tiring it can be no matter how fun they are #and it reminded me of that time when... I can't remember if it was matt smith or peter capaldi? but they like. flinched or smth #at the question of there being more than 13 episodes made of dw because of how exhausting it is to make #because sci-fi (esp sci-fi fantasy) usually blends all the physicality of action and then the emotionality of dramas #so you have all these beautiful emotionally wrought performances being wrung out while everyone's having to run around and do stunts too #i cannot even BEGIN to fathom how exhausting that is #(i think the aos cast weighed in on that too? elizabeth i think talked about how exhausting it could be filming the emotional scenes)#anyway that's my food for thought.

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arocrows42 · 3 months

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It's so interesting to me that I introduce neurodivergency to a friend and she just updates me on her process to screenings and potential diagnoses even though I have 0 diagnoses and definitely need to get tested

Like okay girlie I hear you're getting tested for autism but I knew. I knew before you even knew what neurodivergency was. I knew.

#my posst #it's just wild to me #my mom actively chose not to get me diagnosed. shes said on multiple occasions without prompt that i and my sis and cousins are nd #so now my journey of learning for myself evolved into me spreading the word to my friends who are much braver and can actually confront the #r parents #idk man it just seems weird to me #idk what i have but i know something is amiss up there #inoticed it more after stopping my medication but my mom said “oh no youve always been like that :)” and you didnt think to tell me bitch??#i know why she mightve postponed diagnosis so it couldn't potentially “stunt my academic success” or whatever #but then i wouldnt be haunted #and id rather be academically on par and not haunted than successful and haunted #i get a lot of shit from average academics for complaining about challenging things bc i guess it's supposed to be easy for me or smth #doesn't help that my parents never let me get below an A #no incentive. i was just too goddamn scared to fall off the curve so i burnt myslef out and put in too much effort #that's enough academic trauma tho. this isn't about that #im ranting. oopsies.#tw vent #i guess?#i might not even post this #easjee to hold onto in the drafts

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actself · 1 year

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tag drop !

#* 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 ⸻ i do the stunts. you shoot the money.#* 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ⸻ there's a big difference between an actor & a movie star.#* 𝐢𝐜 ⸻ you're an actor. act.#* 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 ⸻ dash games and writing prompts.#* 𝐯𝟏 ⸻ your greatest role yet.#* 𝐯𝟐 ⸻ lights. camera. action.#* 𝐨𝐨𝐜 ⸻ sir that's my emotional support asshole™ character.#i'll do character tags as i think of them bc i can't be arsed rn

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rafeysdoll · 17 days

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rafe x crybaby!reader who cries and has a full on meltdown in front of rafe and his friends because he said no when she asked him to buy her this new expensive bag!🎀

ahhh i’m sorry i honestly hate the way i wrote this so much im so sorry i really hope you like it:< rafe is just a little mean but i mean come on! it’s rafe <3 im sorry i didn’t really make her have like a whole real big meltdown i just honestly couldn’t write it :<

‘DENIED’ the website reads, just as you were about to finish off your purchase for the new pink limited edition bag you had been eyeing. what? you frown, quickly jumping off your bed, slipping into your pink crocs— following the noise downstairs, knowing rafe and his friends were hanging out in the living room.

“rafe?” you call, giving a quick greeting to topper and kelce before sitting besides your boyfriend. “whys it say that?,” you ask, glittery gloss lips in a form of a halfway pout as you show your phone to rafe.

he leans in, taking a quick glance at it before a small chuckle leaves his lips. “you.. you uh.. really don’t remember?”

your brows furrow, head tilting. “what do you mean, ray?” confusion laced in your voice.

he looks away briefly before landing back at you. “well.. thanks to that little stunt you pulled on monday, i decided i won’t be paying for anymore of your little shopping sprees ‘till next week.” he states, lips smacking together.

“w-what?” you nervously giggle, cheeks starting to heat up.

it was safe to say, you weren’t used to rafe telling you no. every single thing you wanted or asked for was given to you in a few days thanks to express shipping.

you had got perfectly accustomed to the title of being rafe’s spoiled girlfriend. constantly skipping over prices and simply swiping his card. “i.. i thought you were only kidding, daddy.” you mumble softly, not wanting the boys to hear.

“i don’t kid about setting you straight, baby.” he says simply, your eyes already starting to burn.. embarrassment clouding your mind.

“but you already punished me!” you whine as quietly as you can, one of the small tears up in your eyes falls as you recollect the memory of when he had you bent over his lap, spanking you until your ass was practically engraved with his handprint.

“please daddy, it’ll already be sold out by next week,” you cry, trying to make him understand.

but he only looks away, shaking his head. “don’t you have enough purses anyway? bought you plenty already.” he continues, making more tears stream down your cheek at his reluctance.

you notice topper and kelce staring now, concerned with whatever it was you were crying about, looking to themselves with confused expressions. rafe however, was used to your dramatics.

“you’re just being mean, rafe! i already paid for my mistake.” you plead, grabbing his hands and squeezing them lightly.

topper clears his throat, clearly feeling uncomfortable with the whole situation. kelce hides a small smirk, but pretends not to hear the ordeal anyway.

rafe couldn’t care less for the audience, always loving when he had any spotlight with the way he handled you. an opportunity to flaunt the power dynamic between you two.

rafe puts on a faux pout, even making a small “awe” sound as he moves one hand to wipe your tears. “oh i’m being mean, really? that.. that supposed to make me cave in, hm? let you run along and think every single punishment isn’t serious?”

he was so cruel you thought, his mocking pulling at your heart in a negative way. “hey, stop crying, okay? you know im not doing this for fun. these are consequences to your actions.” he prompts, every tear that falls on your cheek being wiped by his hands.

“p-please, just this once..” you mewl. “i promise i wont ask for another bag for awhile, promise! i’ll be real good.” you beg.

maybe it was the way your sad eyes looked at him, or the way your manicured hand squeezed his own, or maybe he just wanted you to stop bugging him, thinking about the blow job he’d ask for later— or maybe it was simply cause he had grown soft. but regardless, he still bites his lips and nods. “alright fine— i’ll buy it now so it doesn’t sell out, but when it comes you’re gonna give it me to hold it until next week still.” he tells you, filling in his card information on the site.

“r-really? oh thank you!” you squeal, giving him a tight hug. “mhm, better be.”

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