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[weakermoments]

@temporalwatcher

-` 🔪 ´- 【  “ Tell me , does itㅤhauntㅤyou , knowing you couldn’t stop me ? ”

[littlebadger]

@paradoxicalchances   ♡'d   for a starter !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ-` 👻 ´- 【  Danny circled slowly, his soft baby blues locked on the older, twisted version of himself standing in the center of the darkened space, within shadows away from prying eyes. But Danny saw him. His heart raced, but his determination was steady, unwavering. He could feel the weight of the confrontation, the twisted reflection of his own potential future staring back at him—Dan, the very embodiment of everything Danny feared he could become. There was a time when he’d be too terrified to even speak, but now… he had to understand.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“What happened to us?” Danny’s voice broke the silence, low but clear, carrying the weight of his confusion and frustration. “How did it get this bad?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDan’s silence was suffocating, but Danny kept moving, circling like a predator—but no, that wasn’t right. He wasn’t a predator. He wasn’t anything like Dan, not yet. But he could feel the cracks—deep, hidden parts of himself that knew he wasn’t immune to slipping up, to falling if he wasn’t careful.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“I know I’m not perfect,” Danny continued, his tone steady despite the tension in the air. “I make mistakes. I mess up. But I still have room to change, to grow. I want to grow.” He stopped, standing directly across from Dan now, facing him head-on. “I’m not going to let my guard down around you. Not after everything. But…”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe hesitated, feeling the weight of his next words. “But if there’s even the slightest chance you’re still me in there somewhere… I’m willing to give you a chance. If I can change, maybe you can too.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis posture remained tense, ready for whatever came next, but behind his words was a genuine offer—an olive branch extended between two versions of the same soul, separated by anger and loss.

[benedictbadnik]

Sean: Benny, we’re you hiding again?

"Maybe..."

"I like hiding. It's fuuuuuuun!"

@mamajuliet

[blunderbots]

@crime-marten​ // STARTER

   When Cubot had told Orbot that the scent of the stolen cargo’s thief led them back to Metropolis, Orbot wanted to tell him he was stupid–but it hadn’t been a lie. Instead of the city proper, the scent took them to an underbelly that took “eye of the storm” to a whole new level. This was a place hidden under Metropolis, just managing to skirt past the numerous patrols and curfew laden streets of the Eggman Owned City. The people who lived here all had one thing in common: their hatred of Eggman… and the fact they didn’t belong anywhere else.

   Clearly they thought themselves clever, having found ways to survive out of harms’ way right under the Capital City of the Empire itself, but the looks on their faces at the sight of Eggman’s personal guard walking through their streets showed clearly that hope had drained from them. Orbot and Cubot didn’t show much in the way of a reaction–maybe Eggman had known about this place, maybe he didn’t.

         It wasn’t like it made a difference to these two. Nobody             escaped the Empire. Nobody got out unscathed.

   With a gesture of his finger, Cubot tilted his head in the direction of a doorway covered by a cloth, and Orbot nodded, drawing his laser pistol. The Labrador pushed the draped cover out of the way, shining artificial light into the room and interrupting the crowd that stood within.

   “Well what do we have here, Cubot?‌                      It looks like an auction of stolen goods.”

      “BUSTED, ZOMBIES!”

   “Again, with the zombies thing…?”

[rednephew-a]

@moonmiissed​ cont. from { x }

          Huey frowned, looking down to hide his face from his mother. He knew that Donald always gave him a hard time when he got into fights with other kids. He almost pulled his arm away as Della grabbed it, but ultimately let her hold it, shaking his head at her suggestions to treat it. 

“ It’s just a bruise, there’s nothing you can really do about it. ” His frown then turned into a scowl as he remembered his reason for the fight. “ You should see the other guy. ” It probably wasn’t the best response, but he wasn’t exactly sorry for getting into the fight in the first place. 

[snapxback]

@puzzlebones​ // CONTINUED FROM HERE

     Snaps can’t help the lazy grin on his face when Papyrus points out his boots. They were pretty freaking great. He beams, shrugging his shoulders as she skates up to the other--although how he managed that with snow was kind of remarkable.

     “they’re my heelie boots. i can get you a pair for two hundred g. how about it, hyung?”

[lv-bites]

---------------( I loved this ask so much, I have two different responses for it. )

         Tough’s tent was a complete and utter mess. Where usually this leader of the hellish gang known as the Surprisingly Severe appeared as a calm and collected yet somewhat whimsical individual, without his active dosage of Snake’s Tongue, he was more akin to a beast plagued by madness and hallucinations.

         Pain, be it real or all in his mind, wracked his system and he lay on the floor, coiled tightly around himself as he held his head, eyes wide as colors and images swam and curved in his mind–through his glassy vision. Voices, hushed and screaming flooded his ear canals and it seemed as if all noise was either too much or too quiet.

         Silence stung and sound sliced through him… the pain, the anger–the fear as inside his heart, inside his head, madness–madness… The screams of a child beaten and tortured and burned alive for the amusement of his captors… It all hit him again and again while he watched as a helpless third party, helplessly witnessing his own trauma over and over again.

         Poe’s voice–was that Poe’s voice?–was barely comprehensible… A simple question became more than that, became a taunt.

        You’re nothing without your drugs, you pathetic waste.                 You call yourself a man?

         His attention snapped upward, flecks of venom flicking off his fangs as they oozed more of the toxic substance–violet pools of confusion dripped and spread on the dirt under him, his eyes wild.

        “WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT BEING                 A MAN?”

         Responding to questions not even posed, Poe’s single figure was replaced by many more shadows–all of them laughing, grinning, jeering. His head swam in agony, his hood flaring outward as his fangs bared towards the shadows. “SSHUT UP, SSSHUT UP!!!‌”

        He had been late with his dosage, he’d been too callous. This was a mistake he shouldn’t have made, and now, it was all coming undone–withdrawal wasn’t something he could handle, the severity of every passing minute was akin to a heart attack, a complete shut down of his mental state, and he’d been like this for four hours.

        At his weakest, most vulnerable… and yet his most deadly. A ticking timebomb of anguish. Despite every warning sign being up, this was a cry for help. Tough poised his body, choosing a target–which so happened to be his favorite member of the S.Severe, and lunged.