they are so special to me ... they definitely could have fallen in love



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they are so special to me ... they definitely could have fallen in love

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can you tell us why you like the dynamics of deaddoor/bloodvessel/driftdoor/batcase/crimetime? maybe some your fav headcanons or something else interesting
oh god. hello and welcome to my home ive been meaning to get into this. i made visuals! theres a lot behind like... how ive been approaching these ships + characters so im trying my damn best to summarize. walk with me here. more under cut.
I am published multiple times, but I still waste all my time online. Do I still get to be a contemporary of you?
alas! then it is something far more wretched within my id!!! all is lost!! the window is bolted shut!!!
Just let him get it out of his system
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I used my Storymatic cards again, and I am having a blast! I hope you like this one!
Hero had gotten the tickets that morning. A special showing of their favorite play that night. They had practically bounced along patrol that day, and they got to the theater right on time. What was interesting though was the fact that, aside from the staff at the entrance that greeted them, the place was completely deserted.
Hero looked around. Were they early? No… the tickets said 5pm, and it was 5:03 already.
“Welcome, Hero, welcome!” a voice reverberated around the theater.
Hero paled. They had come as a civilian. They whipped around as the auditorium doors slammed shut.
“Please, have a seat!”
A spotlight shined on the center seat in the front row.
Hero stood frozen. How had this person figured out their identity? They bolted to the doors, yanking on them as hard as they could, but they wouldn’t budge. Locked.
“Come now, Hero, you don’t want your name on the front page of the papers tomorrow, do you? Sit down. The show’s about to begin!”
Hero cursed, then slowly trudged down to the seat reserved for them. As soon as they sat, metal cuffs sprang up, locking their wrists and ankles in place.
“Who are you!?” Hero shouted.
“Hush, hush, it’s rude to talk during a performance!” the voice chided.
A metal arm came up and shoved a cloth in Hero’s mouth, while another wrapped tape around their face.
“Mmm!?”
“That’s better! Now without further ado, let the show begin!”
The lights dimmed, save for those aimed at the stage. The curtains parted, revealing a figure in a dark suit and a domino mask. They bowed deeply, and the metal arms clapped.
“My name is Villain,” the figure said, “it is an honor to be here tonight. To begin our first act, I want to tell you a story. Once, there was a person named Hero. A person who happens to be in this very audience! This person, this Hero, was remarkable in every way. Always swooping in to save the day and help those in need. But they were not very appreciated, this Hero. Their actions always went unnoticed, and they never got so much as a thank you.”
Villain paused for dramatic effect.
“But there was one person in Hero’s city who did notice. And they were angry. Angry that more people didn’t notice. Angry that their hard work went unrecognized. And most of all, angry that their good deeds were always expected but never acknowledged or reciprocated.”
The metal arm presented a rose to Hero.
“That changes now,” Villain said, “I am here to notice you, Hero, to recognize your work, and to make sure your good deeds are rewarded.”
The arm brought the rose to Hero’s nose, and a sweet-smelling gas puffed into their face. Hero blinked, their eyes growing heavy.
“Rest well, you don’t want to miss the second act!”
The stage lights faded, and Hero was out a moment later.
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Trump: If only had a secure ballroom, this wouldn't have happened. Shooter's manifesto: If only Trump had a better venue, like some sort of, I don't know... secure ballroom, I wouldn't be able to try and assassinate him like this.
are you perhaps a hamster
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