I Met A Nice Lady Today, She Wanted To Buy My Plants. I Think Her Name Was Pam. Anyway, There’s Someone

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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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To the person who left a bottle of weed killer on my balcony: count your days.

If we had internet connection on mars, would we call it...The Galaxy Wide Web? sᴏʀʀʏ, ɪ‘ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ

Holy shit! You’re onto something there. So much angst potential!

Do you think the bats might see some of the fan-fiction we write? I was gonna start writing some, but what if they see it? Is it worth the risk?

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?

Yeah, I’ll go do that. Would you like me to take notes about my experience while under the influence of the toxin? On a side note, I recommend being careful traversing this area, I saw some of the Bats patrolling.

I think my plants are talking to me. It might just be some of the fear toxin that was released an hour ago tho.

The sky does occasionally look beautiful though.

the sunset over metropolis cannot be topped. srry gotham

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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For all my royal witches.

Thank you for feeding us! 🙏

███████ “Delta 1-1“ ████████ From Task Force: The Anomaly

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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. 

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