#pt. 3

[f-arelos]

how to be a dog

hozier - it will come back / the monkey man (2024) / the stooges - i wanna be your dog / valeria tentoni - yo me saco esto que traigo (tr. james a. surges) / phoebe bridgers - moon song / @tapeworrmart / natalie wee - least of all / sir edwin henry landseer - the faithful hound / andrew kane - how to be a dog / @thegirlhoodtheory

[lochyratliffs]

all this talk about lochlan cinematographically blowing saxon and nobody mentioned that this example directly follows saxon asking what they're supposed to do now that timothy took their tech away 🥲 cursed with the power of prophecy

[kittyoverlord]

Definitely the best honoring-of-the-cock this season.

[stillpanicking]

Jack Fenton, Formerly Wayne Pt. 3

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AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62905060/chapters/161566711

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Thomas and Martha Wayne knew, to a degree, what is going on with their eldest son.

"It's from my side of the family... it skips a generation at times..." Martha explained the first night that Johnathan had cried into her arms claiming that he saw ghosts. "From what my grandmother used to say.... my mother had it the worse. Comparing to what I was told, Jack could have it just the same if not worse."

Thomas patted his son's back in an attempt to sooth him. Her words kept repeating in the back of his mind as he watched his teenage son ramble on wanting to strangle his grandfather... Thomas' own father. Can't blame Johnny. His father... the late Saul Wayne, was an asshole who was a great business man but horrible father.

"He thinks Bruce is weak! I mean, sure he's afraid of the dark and small animals, but so what! I know you're afraid of bats but you fought through that when we saved Bruce from that dried up well!"

Thomas visibly shivered at the thought of the bats. Bats are not his favorite animals. Oddly enough, Martha adores them.

"They. Won't. Stop. Whispering." Johnny's eyes temporarily glowed green, before they shifted back to a freezing blue. Thomas sat by his son, patting his knee in an attempt to help his through this time.

"Yes, yes. They are horrible. Should we play some music? Drown them out?" Thomas asked.

Johnny shook his head, he covered his ears with his hands. Shutting his eyes as he tried to drown out the wails of the ghosts that haunt the mansion. Nothing was working. He just wants it to stop.

This isn't a life.

Tired of the eyes filled with pity by his family.

Seeing his brother be out right terrified of him... that was something that has his heart clench in pain. He never wanted to scare his brother. Life just dealt him a horrible hand.

"I just want sleep...."

"Alright... sleep. Oh, we were invited to an opera this weekend. Would you...?" Thomas asked hopefully but gave his son an opportunity to back out if he chooses to. Johnny never liked going out. In recent time, even opting out of going to public school after... what had happened. Not his fault. But others assume... many assumptions. "You don't have to go!"

Johnny's eyes glowed green, they widened when he stared at his father. Thomas felt his son was not staring at him. But through him. He turned around to see nothing behind him. Turning back to Johnny to see his face had turned ashen. "Johnny boy... chap?"

"I'm going!!! I'm going!!!!"

Johnathan Kane Wayne could see the same spirit that only showed up when death is near....

[unhonest-iago]

Last part of hermit-a-day may [late]

[Ik there’s still 3 left to do but I’m going to stop here. Also just realized the day #s are all wrong. Tis fine.]

likes and reblogs appreciated

[purkiz]

[241206] swan instagram update

[justabeautifulgirl]

The next morning Venua woke up, and immediately thought of the robot girl in her basement. She got up and walked to her kitchen, the sunlight streaming in through the stained glass flowers in her window above the sink, casting multicolored lights onto the cob floor of the cottage. She started her electric kettle and started to make her favorite lemon strawberry tea. Once her tea had the proper amount of honey in it she headed down to the basement to see the solar cell's battery life reach 100 percent. "Wakey wakey." She said softly in a joking tone. Venua had always made a habit of talking to the bots she works on. She hears a startup sound and the bot opens her eyes, and screams. She starts to thrash around screaching in a harsh tone, the vocal module clearly damaged. "Please don't kill me!! Please! I don't want to die!!!" "Shhh. Be still! I'm not going to kill you." The girl stopped thrashing but still clearly panicked, looked around at her surroundings as if everything in sight was a threat. Her eyes finally focused on the woman in front of her, she had dark curly hair with gold streaks running through it and a large muscular frame which only served to compliment her femininity. She didn't look a thing like the people who were trying to murder her, in fact she didn't look familiar at all. "Who are you?" The girl asked, a quiver in her voice. "My name is Venua, I... I helped you." "Where am I?" "We're in my basement, I helped you. Are you... sensing, any issues? Anything I can help fix?" "I... I think my voice, it's wrong. A-And there's something wrong, I c-can't move my legs!" Venua looked down and saw that her legs weren't moving despite lights indicating that they were definitely powered. "Okay don't worry, I can help make them work. It just might take some time." "Well, how much time?" "I'm not sure but don't worry, I have a wheelchair around here somewhere, let me go find it." "Wait, where are you going?" "Just upstairs, I'll be right back down okay?" The robot girl sighed, and hung there waiting for her rescuer. As she calmed down she was able to notice more about her surroundings, like the boxes of spare, unfamiliar looking parts and the walls that looked like they were made of sand and clay. She looked down at herself and saw that the clunky battery she was once fitted with is replaced by a sleek, pill shaped device glowing with a light blue light. She tried to reach down and touch the device but her arms are held in place from the hooks under her armpits. "Alright I have a smaller folding wheelchair from when my friend had to use it before they got their prosthetic legs." Venua walked into the basement and unfolded the contraption, it looks similar to ones she used to see but a lot more sleek and refined. "Okay, let me reattach your chest and stomach plates." She quickly moved to fit them back into place, noticing that the girl flinched as she moved. "Can I touch you? I'm gonna have to lift you into the chair." "Y-Yes it's okay, just please d-don't hurt me." "I won't. I promise." Venua slowly held her arms out and lifted the girl off of the hooks and into the wheelchair, making sure that she fit well and was comfortable. "Now please don't try to go rolling off just yet, I want to fix your voice module and see if I can't get your legs working again."

[ashenhallow]

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