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anstarwar · 11 months
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Had ta do it
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crumbleclub · 11 months
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Michael Afton's desperate desire to be saved never really went away.
It started when he was small. He didn't even know what he was missing– he didn't have the context for that– but the aching hole in his chest that grew with every moment of normal, necessary nurturing he was denied hurt, and he wanted it to go away.
As he got older, he understood bits of it. He wanted to be hugged and asked about his day like Charlie was; he wanted someone to ask what was wrong when he cried like he saw on TV. He wanted his dad to look happy to see him.
When Evan was born, even as Michael was steadily growing to dislike being touched, he was jealous of how often the baby was held. He knew it was stupid; he knew babies needed to be held, but something about it still hurt. He imagined what it might feel like to be picked up, since it never happened anymore.
He was only six years old.
As Michael got older, and things at home got scarier, his mindset shifted. He stopped wanting things to change, and instead wanted someone to take him away.
He daydreamed about being rescued. He daydreamed about being stranded on a faraway island, and whoever lived there taking him in as one of their own. He daydreamed about some tragedy befalling his father, and of being taken in by someone else.
That last one made him feel guilty.
His dreams settled in that state. The theme persisted throughout his life.
They sometimes twisted after the Bite. Sometimes, he'd imagine that his rescuers would hurt him; punish him for what he'd done. He'd turn on the news to see another disappearance, and some part of him hoped that he would be next.
At its core, though, all he wanted was to be taken away; taken out of that house that was empty and cold and filled with broken glass.
He grew up, he moved out.
His daydreams remained the same.
In his apartment, he'd sit and imagine someone coming in the night to take him away from his dad's house.
In the security office– as he watched the clock and locked Bonnie out for a third time– he imagined someone waiting for him outside, asking why he'd been out so late and offering to drive him home.
(He'd save them. Nobody could save him, but he could save them.)
(They could have saved him. Countless people could have saved him.)
(Nobody wanted to.)
With the scooper staring him in the face, he humored the idea of someone barging in and demanding to know why he would do something so reckless, so stupid.
They'd pull him out of the way.
They'd take him home.
They'd wipe the blood off his chin and tell him that everything was going to be okay.
When he opened the pizzeria, Mike pretended that Henry's recordings were just that: somebody saving him. Henry had sometimes been the face in his dreams, but it had hurt too much to imagine other times. After all, Henry had never believed him.
Did he believe him now?
And, as the office burned, he turned his head to the doorway. Smoke filled his lungs, and, if he squinted just right, maybe, maybe he'd see someone show up to save him.
Nobody ever did.
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pridesobright · 11 months
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HARRY'S HOUSE · one-year anniversary
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gavotte-paradisio · 7 months
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Funny story, I may have accidentally written a slightly unhinged, extremely out of context, ineffable bureaucracy/boxfly human (ish) au fanfic for a writing exercise and it's going to be performed as a play in November.
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grismavessel · 1 year
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Perks of having a colossal joltik
You get to skip through nimbasa city traffic
Downsides?
A cvs receipt size of an electrical bill
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safehouse-if · 1 year
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I´m looking forward to play a real smooth mc (if possible) who´s suspiciously way too good at playing spouses with A 👀 at first it starts out as trying to annoy/tease them but it turns into liking holding hands cause they´re so warm and looking forward to them coming home/seeing them, just to annoy them right? Right? Oh. Shit.
Sorry... This got out of hand. But I do like the way you think.
A walks in, the new laptop bag in hand, weary sigh as it's tossed onto the dining table. Which you set already, wine bottle open and a steam coming out of the casserole. Never mind that you're not the one who made it, no one needs to know that. A stops and looks at it, the domestic bliss straight out of Pinterest. You hide the grin and instead try to smile normally, nothing going on here.
"Was it a hard day of being an accountant?" You ask and toss the oven mittens on the kitchen counter behind you. A looks at you but sits down when you point a place se.
"My day of being a fake accountant went fine. Long but not bad. How was yours?" A asks and there's a bit uncertainty in their tone, as every time you're up to no good. You smirk and slide into the oppsite chair, starting to portion out the salad. A drapes the droll blazer on an empty chair and pours the wine.
"I met Mrs. Garcia. Lovely old grandma. I think she's a bit lonely," you answer and watch as A swirls the wine in the glass like a classy asshole, waiting for your moment.
It comes when A just humms an 'oh?' and sips on the wine.
"Yeah, she was wondering when will we add kids to this big empty house. She reckons it won't be long by the way you were looking at me at the fair last weekend." You hide your smirk behind your own glass and watch A start hacking up the wine. Success.
"How insightfull of her. So, what did you tell her?" A has gotten their composure back and has set the glass down, wiping their mouth with a napkin.
"That 'it's not in the plans right now.' She's quite insistent, so better to evade than to lie outright." A looks at you, dark eyes on your own. They are so hard to read, so when they get up and walk over on their way to the fridge it takes you by a surprise. A steady hand takes your water glass that you forgot to fill and they smile down at you.
"Shame," they say and what's that fluttering feeling in your stomach? A has gotten unfortunately good at calling your bluff, that's it. And it's all bluff and nothing else. liar liar pants on fire
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whitecrossgirl · 1 year
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Rossi: If you’re lying Emily; so help me Jesus-
Emily: I’m not lying!
Rossi: Swear! *holds up his framed photo of him and Ringo* Swear on Ringo!
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wazzappp · 1 year
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I think they would get along
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afurryinspirit · 13 days
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Guys I’m sorry for starting poop discourse in the OFMD fandom. I never meant to let it go this far 😔
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raisethe-velvet · 1 year
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yandere enstars fangame my friends found: the experience
warning: spoilers for my consuming love. and blood. and apparently im not normal about ritsu
izumi route:
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aaand the bad ending
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eichi route:
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mika route (also the first route i did):
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mika kidnaps you. thats the ending + some more bullshittery which i'll post later maybe since theres other ppls messages in those screenshots
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michaeljoncarter · 2 years
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green lantern (1960) #178 - 185 / green lantern (1990) #46 - 51 parall(ax)els -- continued under cut
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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years
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That feeling when you didn't mean to go full daddy kink in a story and read it back and realize that oops that may be the most you have ever gone full daddy kink.
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New story coming later. You've been warned.
Ps. gif is not mine. Found on Google because wow do I detest Tumblr's gif search function.
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sunburnacoustic · 11 months
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Would you all be mad if I made more hands boards, my drafts are overflowing
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whataclusterpuck · 1 year
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The Whispers in the Depths
(Adam Henrique & Derek Grant, Haunted, 10k)
"Now you hear us…"
"Not voluntarily," he spat, for all the good it did. He was hearing, he was listening, and he was running out of arguments.
Strangely, that didn't bring a response. Only the crash of the surf. He swallowed back a shiver, trying to keep himself grounded here, knowing he should just turn and walk away.
Even the idea of it felt impossible.
What is this?
There were water creatures that did that… sirens, he thought? Mythology had never interested him, but he was wishing he'd paid more attention now. He didn't think the story had been that they drew in their prey by insulting them.
Also they weren't real. But neither, supposedly, were cursed chunks of glass at a fucking Newport Beach marina, so.
...So this sure didn't get done by Halloween. 😞 But the moodboard stabbed me directly in all my feels about these two, and "I'm gonna write a little something for it" kinda turned into "oops I think this is the 'they're soulmates your honor' fic I've been wanting to do for them all summer"?
@soft4hardthings
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burningthetree · 2 years
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that feeling when you're writing and suddenly you're burying your face in your hands because the story is going off the rails and it's going to be much longer than you anticipated
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bakumatsu-assassin · 8 months
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Personal Head Cannon - Nippon's Divide
Following the Hamaguri Gate incident, the internal divisions within the Japanese Brotherhood escalated in the aftermath, largely due to Leopold's actions. On that fateful day, he violated all three tenets principles of the Assassin's Creed. "Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent..." Leopold's imprudent decision to directly confront the Mori ronin in an exposed manner proved disastrous. Despite his lack of responsibility for the Kyoto fire incident, his actions triggered a chaotic and violent clash that led to a deadly melee. This unfortunate event claimed the lives of numerous Assassins and innocent civilians who were caught in the raging inferno.
"Hide in plain sight..." By engaging the Choshu rebels, Leopold not only exposed himself to the enemy but also exacerbated tensions. His foreign status, aligned with the Shogunate during a time marked by widespread anti-foreign sentiment, provoked the ronin and compromised his ability to remain inconspicuous. "Never compromise the brotherhood.." Among his betrayals, Leopold's gravest transgression was imperiling not just the Brotherhood, but the entire nation of Japan. His actions became a catalyst, intensifying the sonno joi movement aimed at restoring imperial power. In a single act, Leopold essentially handed over Japan to the Templars, a catastrophic consequence reverberating throughout the country.
Under usual conditions, Leopold would have met instant execution, as the breach of any of these principles invariably attracts a sentence of death. Nonetheless, intense debates emerged within the Brotherhood regarding whether the outcomes of his actions were deliberate or not, exacerbating a significant division within the Assassin ranks.
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