you'd think that "inhuman thing that isn't a person but speaks like a person and talking to it will slowly drive you mad" would only be found in folktales and fables and so on. but no. chatgpt
i feel like we don’t talk about things like this enough
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Moroccan architecture (specifically, amazigh from Chefchaouen)
Post-colonial Algerian architecture (Algiers and Constantine):
Mozabite architecture (from Ghardaia, Algeria):
anyway now that KIDCo have become an iconic duo and KIDShin and KaiShin have both sort of met & strongly affected each other without knowing it was them (shinichi being the mysterious magician of light who almost caught KID & Kaito having enough raw animal magentism to fluster Shinichi) –
gosho pleaaaase let Kuroba Kaito meet Edogawa Conan at the most random crime scene ever and become an iconic duo pleaseee we need the shenanigans
! Goofy high school magician at some event or meetup with Aoko. And he sees that Cone is coincidentally also there and is like "ah. Time to exit stage left before he senses my prsence with his detective nose" but before he can convince aoko to leave with him ? KYAAAAAAAAAAA its a dead body! Also the victim was a magician and the Cone is alrd securing the crime scene! Panik! Eventually they team up to solve the murder (kaito with much reluctance and urging from aoko bc magic related murder)
And the insufferable duo potential of both of them is actually greater than with heishin bc heiji and conan can actually balance each other out meanwhile kaito and conan just continue escalating the clownery and leave no survivors.
Cone initially just finds him vaguely familiar until he affectionately calls him meitantei in that one specific tone of voice and Cone's head swivels 360° like an owl and zeroes in on him and kaito frantically slaps a hand over his mouth and drags him out of the room. They return after much blackmailing each other w promises of mutually assured destruction and are now besties (heiji sneezes and feels a chill go down his spine, immediately starts packing bags and booking tickets to go to tokyo)
I would have forgiven the cousin reveal if kuroba kaito and conan got to meet properly but noooo we leave important reveals for end credits smh
Well those are allllmost done
question. why do you have 7 featureless grey monoliths in your driveway
There's eight actually but the last one is still in the garage
question. why do you have eight featureless grey monoliths
They're actually a really dark purple
question. why do you have seven featureless really dark purple monoliths in your driveway and an eighth in the garage
Some of them do have features though. There's holes and hinges and stuff, so I can put secrets in em
question. why do you have 8 really dark purple occasionally featureful monoliths
The heart wants what the heart wants
this reads like a muppet sketch
see? See!??!
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hello! hope you’re doing good ~
so, prompt
Stiles is shocked that it is Peter who gets all his jokes, sarcastic comments and is first one to understand and follow his plans.
They work so good together that it is hard to hate Peter anymore.
And Peter never shuts up to Cora and Derek about Stiles and says they should adopt him.
Anyway i just think in the show Peter likes Stiles best and its cute 🥰
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Stiles had expected the awkward silence. That was what always happened when he pitched a plan. He’d pace, gesture with his hands like he was directing an invisible orchestra, ramble until his words tripped over themselves, and watch Derek’s jaw tighten, Cora’s brow crease, and the rest of the pack look vaguely overwhelmed. That was the rhythm of things: Stiles flailing until he got to the point, and everyone else taking a minute (or five) to catch up.
So when Peter, of all people, leaned back against the wall with an infuriatingly pleased smile and said, “Oh. I see exactly what you’re doing. You’re not trying to block him in - you’re trying to herd him toward the south ridge. Clever.”
Stiles froze mid gesture, his hand still pointing at the whiteboard like a malfunctioning weather reporter. “Wait. Wait wait wait. You…you get it? Like actually get it? You’re not just screwing with me for the sake of… whatever twisted entertainment you thrive on?”
Peter’s grin sharpened. “Oh, I’m always screwing with you, but in this case? No. Your plan makes sense. You’re utilizing his instincts against him. The south ridge is a funnel. He won’t even realize he’s boxed in until he’s choking on wolfsbane mist.” He tapped his temple. “Smart boy.”
Stiles blinked. Then blinked again. He half expected Derek to cut in with some disapproving grunt, or Cora to scoff, but the room had gone quiet. Everyone was just… watching.
“Holy crap,” Stiles muttered, pointing at Peter like he was some alien in disguise. “You got that before anyone else? Not Derek, not Lydia but you? Peter Hale? Evil crypt uncle extraordinaire?”
Peter’s smile widened, smug and satisfied. “What can I say? Genius recognizes genius.”
After that, it kept happening. Stiles would make some dry, sarcastic comment that usually flew over everyone’s head, Peter would chuckle before Stiles even finished the punchline. He’d mutter a reference under his breath and Peter would hum in agreement. And during planning? It was like Peter’s brain was tuned to the same oddball frequency as his.
