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Could you possibly send a few my way? My apartment is currently being overrun by vines and flowers. I don’t think that there’s anything malicious about them, but I’m having trouble walking around without falling flat on my face.
So, I just moved to Gotham. Was no one going to tell me that having plants in my apartment was frowned upon?
…The flesh eating ones?
So, I just moved to Gotham. Was no one going to tell me that having plants in my apartment was frowned upon?
They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.
Update 2: My landlord has gone missing.
My cactus is growing a lot more flowers than usual. It looks very pretty. Should I be alarmed, given recent events?
Update: My entire apartment is covered in flowers.
My cactus is growing a lot more flowers than usual. It looks very pretty. Should I be alarmed, given recent events?
Nah, Gotham ‘boutta get a new vigilante. I want my goddamn Bagel.
Screw you too, Bagel Bandit
The rent was cheap. I’m broke as hell. Seemed logical at the time.
So, I just moved to Gotham. Was no one going to tell me that having plants in my apartment was frowned upon?
I met a nice lady today, she wanted to buy my plants. I think her name was Pam. Anyway, there’s someone trailing me atm. They look like a traffic light.
Okay, I just spoke to my landlord. He said that I can keep my cactus, but the other plants have to go. Ms. Ivy will have to fight me before she touches my cactus. Thank you for your help!
So, I just moved to Gotham. Was no one going to tell me that having plants in my apartment was frowned upon?
...Mayhaps
Thank you for feeding us! 🙏
███████ “Delta 1-1“ ████████ From Task Force: The Anomaly
x x x/x x x/ x x x
Just a Mobile Task Force member that is far too tired and desensitized from dealing with the bullshit and trying to get a pay raise. Their “a jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one” mindset has caused headaches with the amount of paperwork that comes with transferring from Task Force to Task Force.
“I just want to increase my chances of survival. Why do I have to be the one thrown around like a hot potato from one to another?”
Delta will always be a nameless, faceless operator. After all, who says they can survive another day when more and more anomalies are surfacing and working with Task Force 141 will not change that. Why search for an erased identity? Why bother discovering it when the owner willingly lost it years ago?
Painting: Gassed by John Singer Sargent
Sigh, yes I know I should wait until my shadow ban is off, but I want feed the people who followed from the little time I was visible.
@rythespy @sano-lost-connection @sagedelasage
We can’t Zoinks, Zap, Zoom our way outta this one.
Still collecting the full alphabet of the "live, laugh, love" variants if anyone has some good examples.
Bonus if they can fit the "We can't ___, _____, ____ our way out of this."
I love the headcanon that none of the Bats are supers, but over time? Gotham is slowly messing them up, one by one.
Bruce smiles at Clark one day in the Cave, and his eyes reflect the light back like a wolf's
Jason suddenly has tiny fangs, but nobody has the nerve to mention it
Alfred literally doesn't die
Dick can jump higher and faster than ever before, but barely notices it
Tim is awake for three days straight and doesn't blink
They're all subtly, but noticeably different. Gotham-blessed, or cursed, or something in between.
MC in the Anything-Verse Pt. 2
A/N: The Anything-verse is owned by @darklordofthesimp, please go check them out before reading. If you haven’t already read my work ‘The Trouble with Time-Loops’ on Ao3 this might not make much sense either. I do not own Call of Duty. Anyway, on to the story!
MC had always been the sky, never the Star. They prefer it that way, if they’re being honest. They preferred the proximity to earth. They preferred to watch things from above, present, but never quite there. They preferred the safety of the sky, the calmness, the anger, the warmth, and the chill. Consistent, yet ever-changing.
If MC was the sky, the two Snipers were the Stars. Celestial and distant. Ever burning, ever glowing. The center of their own galaxies. Massive Stars that will turn into Supergiants. Supergiants that will someday collapse from their own gravity. MC loathes to see the day that the Snipers fall. They loathe to witness the Supernova that will inevitably occur. MC knows that even if the Snipers become Neutron Stars, there will still be a Black Hole. A force so strong that it pulls in everything around it. (MC briefly thinks that the Snipers may already be Black Holes with how they pull in everything around them and leave destruction in their wake.)
Stargazing was something MC was familiar with, but sometimes they set their sights on things closer. The Earth and the Moon. König, the mountain of a man, the Earth in its entirety. Ghost, a man chasing a Sun, the Moon in its essence. Beautiful, powerful, and scarred. Forces of nature and heaven that cannot be contained or controlled. Not truly, anyway. The Earth looks up at the sky, but does not care. He is searching for a Star, not an atmosphere. The Moon doesn’t even glance at the sky, for he is above it. He is chasing a Sun. A Star much bigger than the one that lights up the sky.
MC is the sky. They are the atmosphere that grows thin. Slowly being destroyed. The Earth is the only one that notices. (He does nothing.) The sky cannot cry out for help, for no one listens to the sky. (They listen to the Stars though.) The sky will continue to wear away, continue to burn. It finds safety in the consistency of its destruction. The sky is falling and no one will catch it this time. (No one ever even tries.)
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Okay I have 5 mini sheets left so I'll keep this sale up until I fill all the slots!
Pls share so i can afford my meds and doc next month 0/
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You can also support me on Ko-Fi
*Same rules still apply, if you want the art in a bigger sheet of paper, check fixed post.
MC in the Anything-Verse
A/N: The Anything-verse is owned by @darklordofthesimp, please go check them out before reading. If you haven’t already read my work ‘The Trouble with Time-Loops’ on Ao3 this might not make much sense either. I do not own Call of Duty. Anyway, on to the story!
MC knew better than to interact with the two terrifying snipers on TF-141. Sunshine and Birdy. Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, yet somehow the same. Ethereal in their beauty, Professional in their field, and Utterly hopeless in each of their respective love lives. MC never really knew what to make of the two. (It didn’t help that MC hadn’t interacted with TF-141 since the Graves Incident.) The teen would only watch from the surveillance cameras as the Shakespearean tragedy unfurled through the screen.
They watched as Birdy struggled with their emotions and trauma, building up a wall that would put Jericho to shame. MC briefly wondered if König was the trumpet in that metaphor, slowly but surely breaking down those walls.
They watched as Sunshine and Ghost danced around each other and their feelings like boxers in a ring, neither willing to throw the first punch. MC had started a bet on who would confess first. Personally, they thought that someone would have to point it out before either of them actually said something. (Probably Price.)
Sometimes MC would look at the scars on each of the snipers. They can’t imagine the reminders that either must experience when they look in the mirror; the teen could sort of relate in their own fucked up way. Although, they knew that it wasn’t the same. The two adults had to go through the healing process for the marks that decorated their skin; MC hadn’t had to go through that process at all. The teen didn’t know if they should be grateful for that or not.
Sometimes when MC would wake up covered in their own blood, they’d remind themself that the two snipers had been through so much worse. The two snipers kept going on despite that. If the snipers could do it, so could they. (The teen ignores the part of their mind that tells them that the snipers were both grown adults and soldiers. The part that reminds them that they’re still just a child.)
MC knew better than to interact with the two terrifying snipers on TF-141. Sunshine and Birdy. Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, yet somehow the same. The main characters in a Shakespearean tragedy where hubris will lead to their downfall. MC never really liked plays. (They didn’t like sad endings either.) The teen was tired of watching the drama on the screen.
Find me on Ao3! (If you want to, of course)
I want to be a magical girl. I will become a magical girl. No one will stop me from becoming a magical girl.
(Same)
I have the Tumblr equivalent of cleaning supplies...
a mass tag replacer
a way to find ALL of the tags you’ve ever used (mostly?)
and a way to find untagged posts
There will be some seriously intense organizing here soon.
If I start writing Drabbles, would anyone read them?
Crawmoms
“crayfish” is so misleading because they’re obviously not fish
just call them crawdads and go
I need this for personal reasons
I am a(n):
⚪ Male
⚪ Female
🔘 Writer
Looking for
⚪ Boyfriend
⚪ Girlfriend
🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can’t remember
Ye
For all my royal witches.
If you have written bad fanfiction clap your hands
If we had internet connection on mars, would we call it...The Galaxy Wide Web? sᴏʀʀʏ, ɪ‘ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ
yes, yes it is.
,,,, is this flirting
