āAn old memory sparked by a scrapbook.
His own name.
Discarded for years and left in a corner for protection.
āRickā picked it up and blew off the dust for the first time in years.ā
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āAn old memory sparked by a scrapbook.
His own name.
Discarded for years and left in a corner for protection.
āRickā picked it up and blew off the dust for the first time in years.ā

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Thinking about making a zombie au again.
I have a question, i dont know if it counts as spoiler but i was wondering if there are routes were mordred dies and everyone else lives?
Perhaps š
broooo,,, what if Miles from Earth-42 had a Gwen but she died the same way Andrew Garfieldās Gwen died,, and he wasnāt Spiderman but the Prowler,,, broooooooooo,,,
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Wait for me, Iām cominā. Wait, Iām coming with you. Wait for me, Iām coming too, Iām coming tooā¦
In which Scrooge isn't the only one to learn he is a father during the events of "The Last Adventure"...
AKA the āGandra is pregnant in the Lost Libraryā AU...

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Tonightās coping mechanism for random anxiety attack:
On repeat because I have a damn disease.
GO ANON AND PRETEND TO BE MY CHARACTERāS CHILD // accepting
anon: The little boy ran through the house like it was on fire. He'd just dreamt of a pretty lady, smiling at him like some predator, grotesque in a way and growing over with mold the more he looked at her. He couldn't run in his nightmare. He was scared motionless. But no more. He was awake now. "Daddy! Daddy!" He keened through the halls. "Daddy! Help!" He almost slammed into his father. "Scary lady!" He sniffles. "She knew mumma..."
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā For a moment it feels like his heart stops when he hears the screams, heās running out of his room before heās even aware of it. The small body almost bumps into his legs, and he drops down to his knees, hands on thin shoulders as he looks over his son looking for blood or any sign of injury. When he sees his son is okay - terrified, but safe - he finally feels like he can breath.Ā Ā āA lady?āĀ he asked in confusion, frantic thoughts slowing as he came down from his panic. His heart clenched at the mention of Olivia. Nightmares had followed his family from that damned house - he could only hope it was just nightmares.Ā Ā āItās okay, buddy. Youāre safe.ā