and her friends posting her more now that she’s got clout lmao
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doesnt mean i will stop being a little careful nonetheless. Expressions of honesty in text only .
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[ Continuation from X @sasorikigai ]
The Outsider was piecing it together. Slowly but it was there. His pale cold eyes looking at his palm that once held the weapon now gone. His expression didn’t move. Didn’t stur. Just remained. His body remained still despite the violence that errupted beneath them within the lava pits.
“I’ve seen many stories. None more tragic than yours, Hanzo.” He spoke clearly as he takes his hand in his. Feeling it. Almost studying it within his grasp. Gently. But his own hands were as cold as ice. As if he was dead. He watched empires be built on blood and violence. Witnessed countless murders for reasons untold. But this massacre. Was a story of its own.
“You will get what’s owed to you.” He’s seen his pain. His reasoning. Now he wishes to see his future. What he chooses to do amidst the vast painful sting of countless lives he’s taken. He doesn’t have the power to give him his life back. But he does have the power to make things a bit more interesting.
Holding out his hand the air shifted. His hands extending outward as fragments swirled in his hand. Clapping them together a vulger sound of bones being snapped could be heard as he revealed a charm made from bone. Handing it to him.
“I cannot give you my mark. But I can give you a piece of me. A bone charm. Use it when you think it necessary.” He was purposely vague about it. The smile on the boy’s face showed his amusement already.“ You are special. No one understands you. Your pain. It sounds so familiar to me..” not the fact he lost a clan. No the boy never had the privilege of having parents to care and love him. He lived alone.
It was the fact Hanzo..Scorpion was trapped in a form he didn’t want. Trapped. Trapped. This man was the closest someone could ever get to understanding the Outsider’s pain. A black tear rolling down his face staining his cheek with its black substance that made up the tear.
Its been two thousand years since he last cried. Why was he doing so now? Wiping his face he looked at his hand. And smiled.“ How odd..” He shuts his eyes. Taking a short breath.“ I never thought I’d find someone with such similar circumstances..” he chuckled lightly. Losing that emotionless tone as he seemed to keep crying. A torrent of black filling his pale face before he realized it. The more he raised his head to look at Hanzo. The more his throat revealed a scar. Not a small one..no. this boy had his throat slit from ear to ear. He chuckles lowly. The tears of black floating around him as if there was no gravity before they vanished.
“I’m sorry.”
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Meanwhile, back at the Malibu Sands …
(more or less continuing the Kwicky Koala episode “In A Pig’s Eye”)
Kwicky Koala gets The Three Pigs into a bit of an Australian sort of mindset by way of–
- Vita-Weat crispbreads with Promite (a vegetarian version of the Australian legend Vegemite, which uses soy proteins rather than brewer’s yeast extracts), as well as some local ginger beer
- Some choice Australian movies on the video, in particular The Man From Snowy River, Phar Lap, Newsfront, Picnic at Hanging Rock and Starstruck
- Picking up some Australian radio stations as broadcast their audio online
- Devonshire Tea in the Australian manner, with some brownies and suchlike slices (as Australians call bar cookies) and Australian-grown Nerada tea via Queensland’s Cairns Tablelands
- An MP3 compilation of choicest Australian popdisk music–not just Olivia Newton-John, INXS or Slim Dusty, but also such acts not too well known to American audiences like Rob EG, The Executives, Normie Rowe and Ted Mulry
As for Wilford Wolf … expect him to drown his sorrows over not trying to dispatch Kwicky Koala in a seedy surfer’s bar in Malibu, thence fleeing for parts unknown.
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Gilded Cage
Bonus scene!!!
The morning started with a sound that Tom Riddle was beginning to find more annoying than a Cruciatus Curse: a dull, hollow thud, followed immediately by a pathetic, high-pitched “Ow.”
Tom didn’t even open his eyes. He stayed perfectly still in the center of his bed, his arm draped over his forehead, and let out a long, slow breath through his nose.
"The door, Y/N,“ he said, his voice gravelly with sleep. "It’s made of oak. It has a handle. Use it.”
"I forgot!“ her voice muffled from the hallway. "I saw a spider and I just… I reacted! My brain said ‘go through the wall,’ but my nose said 'absolutely not.’”
Tom finally sat up, his dark hair tousled—a rare look of disarray for a man who usually appeared as if he’d been carved from marble. He stood, threw on a silk dressing gown, and opened the door. Y/N was standing there, clutching her face, a faint red mark blooming across the bridge of her nose.
For ten years, she had been a whisper of air. Now, she was a liability to the structural integrity of the flat.
"It’s been three weeks,“ Tom noted, leaning against the doorframe and looking down at her with a mix of exhaustion and reluctant amusement. "Your skeleton is no longer optional. You must stop trying to take shortcuts through the masonry.”
"It’s a habit!“ she huffed, pulling her hand away to reveal a spectacular bruise. "Do you have any idea how inconvenient it is to have to walk around a sofa? It’s inefficient, Tom. Physics is a scam.”
"Physics is the law of the land,“ Tom countered, stepping past her toward the small kitchenette. "A law you are currently losing a battle against.”
He began to prepare tea—a domestic task he performed with the same chilling precision he used for Dark Arts. He heard her footsteps behind him—clink-clonk-clink—the sound of someone still learning how to calibrate the weight of their own feet.
Suddenly, there was a frantic scrambling sound.
"Wait, I can do this!“ she chirped. "I just need to focus. If I vibrate my atoms fast enough—”
"Y/N, do not—"
CRUNCH.
Tom didn’t even turn around. He just closed his eyes as the sound of a shattering ceramic flowerpot echoed through the room.
"I tried to jump the counter,“ she whispered. "I… I didn’t clear it.”
Tom turned slowly. Y/N was tangled in a pile of soil and shards of terra cotta, looking up at him with wide, guilty eyes. A leaf was stuck in her hair.
"You are the most powerful creature I have ever created,“ Tom said, his voice dropping into that silken, dangerous register he usually reserved for his future Death Eaters. "I have defied the gods of death. I have split the fabric of the universe to bring you back. And yet, you are currently being defeated by a decorative fern.”
"It was an ambush,“ she insisted, trying to brush the dirt off her knees and only succeeding in smearing it. "And why did you put the counter there? It’s right in the flight path! Or… the walk path. Whatever.”
Tom let out a heavy sigh, the kind that came from the depths of a soul that had seen too much. He walked over, reached down, and plucked the leaf from her hair. For a second, his hand lingered near her ear, his thumb grazing the soft skin. His eyes softened, just a fraction, before he caught himself.
"Sit,“ he commanded, gesturing to a chair. "Do not move. Do not attempt to phase, jump, or glide. I will bring you your tea.”
"Can I at least try to—"
"No.“
"But—”
"Y/N,“ Tom said, his eyes flashing with a brief, dark spark. "If you break one more rib trying to walk through the wardrobe to get your shoes, I am going to charm every solid surface in this flat to scream 'DOOR’ every time you approach it.”
She pouted, sinking into the chair and crossing her arms. “You’re no fun. Being a human is very restrictive. Everything is so… there.”
"Yes,“ Tom murmured, turning back to the stove with a small, secret smirk playing on his lips. "It is. And that’s exactly where I want you.”
"Did you just say something sweet?“ she asked, leaning forward.
"I said your tea is getting cold,” he lied smoothly. “And if you fall off that chair, I’m not helping you up.”
"Thud.“
"I hate you,” he whispered to the kettle.
"I heard that!“
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opalines backstory and Equestria fall. Clearing up many plot holes.
ask me any plot hole questions about mlp g5. I can find an answer for them all. Soon I’ll post my notes too which will clear up every plot hole and give the world of g5 more depth. I hope y’all can read it. If you can’t then just ask me.
Also sorry for using cringe language lol
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False Child (Chapter 8)
False Child tells the story of Eve Hock and her eight year old son Sam who isn’t all that he appears to be. Eve, after the death of her husband, leaves the bigger city for a quieter community in hopes of turning over a new leaf now as a single mom but finds that her son’s behavior is beyond that a normal child.
Eve, determined to find out exactly what her son is, decides to return home.
I hope…
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More quotes that I think about:
“Nah, I’mma do my own thing.” (Miles Morales - Across the Spider-Verse)
“Egg!” (Sister Maria - Swaghettiartz’s “Sweetened Blood” comic. It’s on Instagram)
“(Caddicarus’ whole rap thing which is too long for me to put in. Link is here)” (Caddicarus’ video on PS1 accessories)
“Hope you got your 3D glasses, ‘cause I’M COMING AT YOU!!!” (2nd Dimension Dr. Doofensmirtz - Phineas & Ferb: Across the Second Dimension)
“PURE… CHAOOOOSSS!!!” (Scarlet Witch - Marvel Rivals)
“Armed and DANGEROUS!! A G A I N ! ! !” (Bucky/Winter Soldier - Marvel Rivals)
“BADASSATRON!” (Bumblebee - Transformers One)
“That’s rough, buddy.” (Zuko - Avatar)
“Show me your true form!” (Joker/Ren Amamiya - Persona 5)
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Agnes: Wednesday! It’s Enid. She’s sick.
Wednesday: Take me to her. What happened?
Agnes: *hurriedly leads the way* She’s having serious withdrawal symptoms.
Wednesday: *follows* From what? Her drugs of choice are, and I quote, sunshine and K-pop—
Wednesday: —neither of which threaten anything more severe than a vitamin deficiency and peace and quiet when withdrawn.
Agnes: *enters the cafeteria* It’s the Tell-Tale Cafe. They’ve been closed for renovations, so Enid hasn’t had her fix in days.
Wednesday: Her fix? Do you mean— *abruptly stops*
Wednesday: 😐
Wednesday: 😑
Wednesday: 😐
Enid *sprawled on the ground amidst spilled coffee, whipped cream, and mini-marshmallows*
Wednesday: 🤦♀️
Wednesday: Agnes, I have an important task for you.
Agnes: Yes? Anything you need, Wednesday.
Wednesday: *produces a black credit card* Take this, go into town, and procure steak sauce.
Agnes: Oh. Um. How much steak sauce?
Wednesday: *glances at the sad puddle of girlfriend*
Enid: *whimpering* F-F-Furrachino…
Wednesday: All of it.
Enid:
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HEllOn 2026!
I won’t get too sappy as we start the new year, but I have to say 2025 has been one of the best years I’ve had in a while as a whole. My discipline has been on another level; the amount of self-respect has continued to blossom, something I thought I had on lockdown, but I see now much more room I had for expansion. I am overjoyed with the path I am carving out for myself and the calmness that I feel as I continue to water all my seeds <3
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