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this is peter pan
no not that peter pan
hot peter pan
you know
with the eyebrows
ya know what
just click on the link
and find out for yourselfI love that Peter pan
this peter pan is the best peter pan
@yeetus
@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder
this is peter pan
no not that peter pan
hot peter pan
you know
with the eyebrows
ya know what
just click on the link
and find out for yourselfI love that Peter pan
this peter pan is the best peter pan
All hail this Peter pan
@yeetus
Darf ich mit Ihnen sprechen
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If you're fucking dead im going to hell and smacking you
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The Chaos Insurgency
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“I don’t know how you’ve fooled everyone else, but people don’t change,” the hero snapped. “You’re up to something.”
Well, that was one of hell of an opener, wasn’t it?
“Mm. Gardening,” the protagonist replied. They drew a steadying breath before looking up. It was a warm spring morning, and they had their hands buried in dirt, kneeling in the soft grass. “It’s positively nefarious.”
The hero’s hands curled into fists.
The protagonist tensed, fractionally, and debated whether now would be a great time to straighten up and greet their guest. They perhaps should have expected the hero to track them down eventually - the hero had always been obsessive, despising loose ends. Still, they’d hoped to be able to have a little more peace.
“Don’t act innocent,” the hero said. “It doesn’t suit you. You’ve lied to everyone here enough, don’t you think?”
The protagonist decided on staying down. Down among the herb garden, they were non-threatening, when the hero was clearly looking for any excuse of hostility. “I wanted to start anew. Somewhere where people didn’t know me, where I could live quietly.”
“They have a right to know the monster living next door to them, don’t they?”
Okay. Maybe they should take this inside. The antagonist rose reluctantly to their feet after all, making sure to keep their movements slow and easy to track.
“Would you like to come in?”
“Don’t move,” the hero hissed.
The protagonist stopped, heart racing in their chest. They really didn’t want to turn this into a fight. They really didn’t want to have a public argument, and have to pull up all of the tentative roots they’d made for themselves.
“I understand your concern,” they said, voice low. “I did terrible things. I paid for those.”
“Not enough.”
A shiver ran down the protagonist’s spine.
“The judge decided my sentence.”
“You tricked them into early release and vanished.”
“I didn’t trick anyone.” The protagonist did their best to squash the flare of anger - it wouldn’t go down well. If you had been a bad person once, human emotions like rage and frustration made you a monster, they frightened people. Rightfully so, perhaps. “I rehabilitated. Isn’t that what the justice system you hope to serve does? Rehabilitate?”
“They don’t know you like I do.”
“You can check my records, talk to my parole officer,” the protagonist said quietly. “I have broken no laws, done nothing wrong, since I came here.”
“That they know of. Obviously you wouldn’t tell them otherwise.”
The protagonist sighed, tiredly.
“I don’t want to fight with you about this. I just want to live in peace. How did you even find me?”
“The people you killed didn’t get much peace, beyond the graveyard kind. Do you seriously think you deserve peace?” The hero laughed, harsh and entirely too loud.
The protagonist winced.
“Please keep your voice down.”
“Oh, something to hide?!” The hero’s voice grew louder.
The protagonist’s eyes darkened before they could hide it, their jaw clenching. They released a steadying breath between their teeth.
“I have nothing to hide. Do you want to talk to my parole officer? My phone is in my pocket if you let me get it.”
The hero’s eyes narrowed on them in turn. They took a step closer, crowding into the villain’s space. Their hand reached into the villain’s pocket, drawing out the phone.
“The pass code is 7642. The number-”
The hero dropped the phone to the floor and crushed it beneath their foot.
“They should have left you to rot for what you’ve done.”
The protagonist sucked in a sharp, nervous breath.
“Maybe,” they said softly. “It wasn’t my decision. I’m simply trying to decide what to do with the second chance that I’ve been given, you can understand that, surely? And if I do something wrong I’m sure you’ll be the first to know and put me in my place, anyway.”
“Why would I wait around and let you ruin everything? You’re coming with me.”
The protagonist took a step back at that, stomach lurching. Their unease grew.
“I haven’t done anything wrong,” they bit out.
“Yet. It’s only a matter of time.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” the protagonist’s voice rose a little. “You have no legal right to do that!”
“I’m not the law,” the hero said. Their eyes were bottomless and burning with a terrible righteous fire as they studied the protagonist. “And this is for the greater good. If you’re as good as you claim you are, you’d come quietly, and prove it. Don’t turn this into a fight with casualties.”
Was that a threat?
They didn’t want to lose their freedom. Not again, god not again. They didn’t want to give up this small peace that they’d built for themselves, the seeds of this life.
“I haven’t done anything wrong. Please, don’t do this.”
“Funny…” The hero tilted their head. “I remember pleading with you once. You ignored me then.”
“You were never me.”
“So you’re not coming quietly, then.” The hero cracked out their knuckles. “Alright. The hard way it is.”
God, but they knew who would be blamed if this turned into a fight. They knew what it would look like. The look on the hero’s face said they knew too.
“No! No - I’ll come,” the protagonist said. Their chest hurt. “Just let me grab a bag.”
“As if. I’m not that stupid as to let you arm yourself.”
The protagonist swallowed. They had to believe that this would work out okay.
They just had to prove they’d changed, right?
The hero grabbed them and dragged them to the car.
(all credit goes to the-modern-typewriter which has literally stolen my heart with this beautiful writing of theirs)
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“Fine.” Ceder sighs. “We’ll go.”
“Good!” Endor grins and starts down the roof. “Hurry up, slow pokes!”
“Can’t you just zap us there?” Ceder asks.
“I could, but then the King would instantly know we’re there. It’s as if someone shouted ‘we are here!’ and threw glitter at him.”
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@Hey_Its_Snowy_And_Im_Generally_Confused
(I copied and pasted this but only this part appears on my iPad so I’ll post the other part later, and since this was addressed to my friend I’ll explain the “Burris Backyard.” It’s the playground at my school and there’s a bunch of different wooden layers with little entrances everywhere.)
So I had this dream last night and I think it started out where it was the apocalypse, and everything was a bit crazy? Then I found this temporary shelter place with some other people. It was kinda weird, a long room full of mattresses on the ground. I had this mattress under a window, and two cats got in through the window. This was really bad so we tried to fight the cats and shove them out the window but they wouldn’t fall off the roof like we wanted them to because the edge was too far away. Eventually, we closed the window on them and they went away. At another point in my dream, I was at my friend Lucy’s house but it wasn’t her house, and it might’ve been a flashback. I was back in that shelter room but it was weirder and there were drawings of creepy stuff just floating around. My mattress was now on the opposite side of the room, I had my phone, there was a bookshelf near me, and most of the people were gone. I was thinking about my friend Maggie then Lucy appeared and said she and I were invited to a sleepover at Maggie’s house. I said that’d be fun and that it was weird that I was just thinking about Maggie, since I never think about her. At another point, my friend were there and we were at her shelter place and it looked nice and comfy. It was “Musically” and then I showed her my shelter place and I warned you that it was “Tik Tok.” We went back to mine and people were a bit weird and it was messier than yours, but then she left. Now I think we’re in the second part of the dream, and I’m in a room with a guy named Tom and we’re sitting on a couch. Outside of us is Burris backward sorta? And there are people standing around in different places. I can see what’s going on out there for some reason. A couple of the people are walking around trying to get out, but then I just knew that they were going to get killed, and that was the point. All the people out there, and Tom and I were a part of this game. This strange person put people in random places around the Burris Backyard thing (the old one, and it’s all like the parts where there’s different layers, except this one was more complicated) and he would kill them one by one using a different method each time. The people who were trying to escape got killed right away, but I don’t know how. The room that Tom and I were in was pretty much empty except for the couch we were sitting on, and our backs were to the door. The door was heavy and metal and on the other side was the Burris Backyard.
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No, Toho only gave them the rights to Mothra, Godzilla, Rodan, and King Ghidorah. Unless they’re keeping it a secret, we won’t be seeing other Toho kaiju. I’m getting tired of having to repeat this comment.
@The-N-U-T-Cracker
Redrawing old art
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I like it
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i love that nickname
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