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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Fruit

This one is based off an RP I did, and it's just, so fucking cute. Enjoy playing Fruit Ninja with our favorite little glitch demon.

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: knife, bomb (both digital) Words: 918

It’s been a long day, and you have a hyperactive glitch bitch wanting attention, and possibly something to do. You lay down, face down on the bed as he floats above you, upside down, poking your shoulder with one of his claws. You grumble, flipping over to face the one stabbing you gently in the back.

“What?” “I’m bored! I want t’ do something!” “Then go do something! I’m tired!” “T’at’s no fun if yer not doin’ it wit’ me…” “Well, you can take a nap with me, or you can go do something else without me.”

“Fine…”

He glitches away, and you’re left alone in your room. You try to sleep, moving around on the bed as you try and get comfortable. Moving pillows behind you, wrapping yourself up in blankets, anything to find that perfect level of comfort. And eventually you find it, snuggling into your self made nest on top of the mattress. You hear him glitch back in, laying on the bed next to you. You can tell he got lonely, and he’s actually trying to let you sleep, but you also know he’s getting restless.

His constant glitches are quiet, a white noise hum in the room. Your eyes are blocked by a blanket wrapped around your arm, but you feel him shift around on the bed, trying to get comfortable as well without disturbing you. It’s sweet, seeing as he doesn’t need to sleep. You wonder to yourself as you lay there, waiting for sleep to eventually consume you how he makes it through the night, seeing as most of the time he snuggles up with you, and is always in the same position when you wake up.

“You don’t have to be in here with me, baby.” “I don’t like bein’ away from my acushla, it gets lonely…” “What do you usually do when I go to sleep at night?” “Wait, like w’at I’m doin’ right now.” “All night? You just wait, all night? I’ve seen you struggle to sit still for five minutes, how do you manage to do it for eight hours??” You perk up out of your nest, rubbing your eyes as you gaze moves across him in confusion. He seems to shift uncomfortably on the bed, as if the topic is not one he particularly wants to talk about. Puzzled, you reach out your hand, holding his with a tight squeeze.

“Baby, you don’t have to stay with me, not in the quiet. I can’t imagine how bored you are, just for me. It’s sweet, it’s incredibly sweet, but we’re gonna fix that, okay?” He blushes with a bit of a small smile, eyes finally meeting your gaze. A nod with three squeezes of your hand, his shoulders visibly relaxing. Happier with what you’re looking at, you escape from the warmth of your fleecy cocoon, getting up and heading to the living room with him in tow. He rubs the back of his head nervously, head tilted as you grab a tablet out of his stash of snacks.

“W’at’re ye doin’? I t’ought t’ose were fer eatin’...” “They have other uses too. Here, I’m just finishing getting this one set up.” You plop down on the couch, patting the seat next to you. He hops up into a crouch, watching the screen from over your shoulder. You open the app store, and you start downloading a bunch of games onto the tablet, and you can almost see the cogwheels turning in his little demon brain. You giggle as he continues to watch you, head resting on top of yours.

“You can play on your tablet all night without waking me up, that way you’re with me, but not bored. Either use your finger like this, or you could probably zap in and play in the actual app. Like, possess it, like you do for my phone sometimes.”

His face lights up, and he opens up the first game with a hesitant poke of his claw. The app opens up, and he tilts his head at it again, dragging his finger around as a cursor follows it. “You slice the fruit with the different blades to score points, and try not to hit the bombs, otherwise it’s game over.” “Really??”

Before you can answer, you’re cut off by him glitching into the tablet, the screen going black for a moment, reading AntiOS, a knife going through the neon green apple logo. It boots back up, and you see a little animated chibi version of Anti standing at the bottom of your screen. You giggle, picking up the tablet as you move back to the bedroom. Propped up on a pillow, you see him scroll through all the different blades, before landing on a green pixelated blade.

He exits out of the menu and opens up a game mode. Your eyes get heavy as you watch his little chibi character glitch across the screen cutting the fruit with his knife, a glitchy green trail behind the blade. A bomb explodes as he accidentally hits it in his overeagerness. You get the other fruits with your finger as you scrub the soot off his face, his little arms making grabby hands for head pats when you pull away. Three taps on his floofy hair and he’s back to cutting fruit, avoiding the bombs much better now.

Your tiredness finally gets the best of you, falling asleep as you watch your favorite digital demon become the world’s most efficient smoothie blender.

#antisepticeye #anti #anti x reader #antisepticeye x reader #jse anti #jse antisepticeye #jse antisepticeye x reader #jse anti x reader #jse egos #septic egos #glitch bitch #electric limeade #chaoswrites #TW: knife #TW: bomb

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patbwaifs · 11 months

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very important plz pay attention

@detroitbecomeonline and i cooked this up and i had wanted to make this before i did my actual work shenanigans.

closeups under the break

i thought of a better way to format this but that will have to come later

#sometimes we need some docx table shenanigans #i learnt about boundaries on tuesday and ended up burnt out today OOPS #dbh #dbh memes #rk800 connor #markus rk200 #rk900 #detroit: become human #INTRODUCING: the RK series of CYBERLIFE Autonomous Androids! Manipulation is a core feature. :)#okay im gonna go write my motion to compel #tw: bomb #tw bomb #bomb #atom bomb

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yourleastfavoriteguyinthechairr · 1 year

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this might be controversial, but yk something that’s confusing?

americans celebrating the soldiers with the 4th of july.

celebrating with loud fireworks that sound just like bombs.

i know someone who was in the military, and every single 4th of july he has to wear noise-canceling headphones because if he doesn’t he is right back there.

why would you celebrate the soldiers with the noises that gave them everlasting trauma?

it doesn’t make sense, and it sure as hell doesn’t seem like you want to show them your appreciation.

#fourth of july #4th of july #tw: bomb #cw: bombs #bomb #bomb mention #ptsd #controversial

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s-k-e-t-c-h-y-artist · 2 years

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@wammyweek

Day 1- Memories/ Childhood

TW: Parental Death/ Bombings

On December 12th, 1987 L’s father —a renowned doctor— was killed in an attack on Winchester

After receiving news of her husband’s death, L’s mother beloved it was best that she and her son made an escape out of Winchester.

Unfortunately she hadn’t taken into account that another attack would happen on the same day. The strike, that is now known as the Mad Bombings, killed a large amount of people

L’s mother included.

Though as luck would have it, L Lawliet managed to survive the strike. It is unknown how exactly he made it out unharmed. Weather it was by the help of his mother, his shocking amount of intelligence for his age, or sheer luck, no one knows.

But he lived, and only needed to be treated for the shock of the event.

Soon after that, he was found by Quillish Wammy and taken into Wammy’s House, an orphanage for gifted children.

#Wammy Week 2022 #death note #l lawliet #my art #Day 1: Memories/Childhood #tw: death #tw: bomb

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acharnemcnt-a · 2 years

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baby’s firsts are usually cute things like first haircut, not first army to command at age 5, first stabbing at age 6, first prison bombing at age 11 and first gunshot wound at 11.

#tw: injury #tw: violence #tw: bomb #⭒✧ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ✧⭒ » headcanons #⭒✧ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 ✧⭒ » ooc #that's just typical imperial remnant life

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multiipl · 1 year

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*; OOC » Sorry for my prolonged absence (again). First renovation, then my hand injury (which got better by now) and now today we had a bomb threat in my area and half the city got evacuated/closed off.

Life doesn’t seem real. One day, in early 2022, you’re going to work like nothing is going to happen, and suddenly there’s war in Europe. People lose their homes and their lives in a nearby country and you wake up and continue to go to work every day, and suddenly, in an instant you’re in danger like that... it just happens and you can’t do anything about it?

Working at a bank, we’re in constant danger of robberies and the like. It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. You never expect it and when it happens you just. Kinda have to be like “OK, this is happening now” as with pretty much everything right now?

IDK man I am just airing out some thoughts. The world is burning, every day could be my last and I won’t know it, and I still live like I will wake up tomorrow but where’s the guarantee for that? I just kinda look at all the threats happening around me and go “It is what it is” and it’s... kinda fucked up to just... accept that yknow?

Before anyone starts to worry, I am safe. The bomb threat in my city has been taken care of, I am unharmed I am just. Having lots of thoughts rn. Idk it might be a while before I am in the headspace to reply to everything in my drafts/inbox. Sorry.

#*; here we go again » ooc #//I don't even know what trigger warnings to tag this with #//Life just does not feel real right now #tw: bomb #tw: war #???#//Status update???#*; spread the news » psa

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welcome-to-roomba-fazbender · 2 years

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*hands the phone man a pizza box and walks away*

"d-did you want a pizza? your giving me the box to put it in?"

he looks inside the pizza box

“OH Well played”

charlie’s body was completely ash but like the phoenix he uses for his hot wings he regenerates completely into his true natural form

“jokes on you that barley tickled!”

#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #charlie the phone guy #charlie the cursed phone guy #classic verse #explosion #tw: bomb

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kittieshauntedourfantasy · 1 year

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I don't know if I already posted this but uh new edit

youtube

#my stuff #heathers #jd heathers #jason dean #bones #imagine dragons #tw: death #tw: murder #tw: poison #flash warning #tw: blood #tw: guns #tw: bomb #If I forgot any they're all in the description! Check there.#Youtube

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hussyknee · 7 months

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People seem to think this is fake because it's written in English. Apart from the racism in believing that Arab doctors and nurses aren't fluent in English (a second or official language for half of Asia), Palestinians have deliberately been addressing their audience in English on every social media, from journalists to children, because they know speaking English to Westerners immediately makes people more human in their eyes. Because language is one of the ways the imperial cultural hegemony conditions us (yes, everyone in the world) to see who qualifies as "people" and who are simply a mass of bodies who were always made to suffer and die. Gazans know this deeply, which is why they have been using English to beg and plead through social media, "We're not numbers! We're not numbers! We're people like you, we speak your language, we deserve to live!" all the while they're systematically slaughtered.

Israeli forces also encircled Al Shifa Hospital yesterday and bombed it for several hours while shooting dead anyone trying to flee including medical staff moving between buildings. Not sure whether it's still continuing because WHO lost all communications with its staff there a few hours after. The last new report said that thirty-nine babies had been removed from the incubators before the power went out. It's extremely unlikely they will survive.

Please understand that these atrocities depend on the war of attrition between governments and public attention. The momentum of public outcry is difficult to sustain through repeated stonewalling and bureaucratic intractability. When we're flooded with these reports and a sense of futility and despair replaces the anger, it allows compassion fatigue to set in and the violence to become normalized. Massacring hospitals, killing sick children and openly targeting humanitarian aid workers (Netanyahu just declared the UNRWA is in league with Hamas) will become simply more news articles that fade into the background, and open genocides will soon become part of the "lesser evil".

Take care of yourselves how you can, take distance where needed, but please never tune out and give up on the two million people for whom we are the only witness and hope. Never stop boosting and sharing the news and posts you find, never stop getting out there and joining every protest you can, however small. Anger burns out, which is why activism must depend on an immovable sense of justice and uncompromising value for human life. It's not just about Gaza, it's about the kind of evil our generation will be coerced into accepting as unchangeable and inevitable hereafter.

#but also like it's a lot about us and especially you in the West #every bomb dropped on Gaza brings us closer to the brink of‚ if not a world war‚ an eruption of regional conflict #with devastating economic and environmental effects across the world #I'm tired of repeating this and my followers are prob tired of seeing it #but someone has to #war of attrition like I said #free Palestine #tw child murder #tw child death #tw baby killing #tw ableism #disability justice #war crimes #gaza genocide #save gaza #gaza under attack #palestinian genocide #israel is a terrorist state #knee of huss

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normaltothemax · 10 months

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@forthewinn liked for a playlist starter (accepting!)

It felt like all he did, all day, every day, was put out other people's fires. Like he was the only fireman in California in the middle of a drought and everyone around him kept on striking matches. He was so damn tired, and the smoke was starting to choke him—there was only so much he could do before he was completely consumed by it.

So, after another long day of mind-numbing, monotonous tech support, he decided against heading straight home and went for a walk instead. Not heading anywhere in particular, just putting one foot in front of the other to get himself far enough away that he could finally breathe. He must've been walking for a long-ass time, because when he finally pulled his head out of the clouds, he didn't recognize his surroundings. Maybe he just hadn't been to this part of town before, but he could have been in a completely different city, for all he knew.

What he did know was that there was some sort of commotion up ahead. A crowd gathered giving something a wide berth. Whatever it was, he could feel it. Something different than he'd ever experienced before, almost like it was angry. Jace quickly made his way over, pushing his way through to the front of the crowd. Just looking at it, the device was unfamiliar, but given the murmurings of "bomb squad", he could hazard a guess as to what it was.

Panic flooded through him—he knew, he knew that the blast radius would be huge, despite the device being fairly small. Much larger than the perimeter that the crowd had created around it—he could feel it. Knew that it was going to go off soon, too. "They're not going to make it in time." He didn't quite mean to say that aloud, was mostly just speaking to himself, but it was true. The bomb squad would be too slow.

Another fire to fight. Granted, a much more terrifying fire, but he could handle it. He could disarm it. He was certain he'd be able to figure it out, once he got a closer look. That he could persuade the device to wait just a little longer, to give him just a bit more time and not explode in his hands.

He moved towards it.

Fighting Fires - Spencer Jordan

#forthewinn #✦ ic: jace strickland #✦ verse: tbd (jace strickland)#✦ closed starter: jace strickland #ok so idk what verse you might want to use for this #I don't remember a ton of what Winn does in Supergirl #but he could be in that or in the fbi #he could be just someone in the crowd #however you wanna play it is fine by me #quickest rundown of Jace I can give you is that he's a technopath with a genius iq #he keeps both those facts about himself on the dl though #also sorry this also got really long my bad yo #tw: bomb #sorry I forgot to put that at first

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chaoticace2005 · 2 months

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#giving people dead rats is an obligation if you work for Alastor #Valentino no goodbye #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #charlie morningstar #sir pentious #valentino hazbin hotel #egg boiz #egg bois #cherri bomb #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #niffty #alastor hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alignment charts #hazbin hotel alignment chart #hazbin hotel alastor #tw: valentino

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sunset-peril · 1 year

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Ashes Remain - Chapter Fourteen - The Fall of Courtroom Number Four

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December 15th, 2027

11:39pm

GYAXA - Cosmos Space Center - Terran Residence

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It had taken all of his restraint to keep from crying as he left the Wright Anything Agency. How he made it all the way to Clay’s apartment at GYAXA before breaking down was beyond him.

He felt so much. Those were the only words he could describe.

To lose Clay so suddenly, so violently, on what should have been the day his dream was realized was already too much. To become more and more suspicious of Athena wielding the knife which took him pushed Apollo completely over the edge.

He was angry at himself. He’d found Athena suspicious from the moment he first laid eyes on her, felt something wasn’t quite kosher with the young lady. But he shoved it all aside, said she was fine. He denied himself and trusted her, grew close to her, fell in love with her… planned a future with her.

It was foolish, especially for someone with his past. Why would she stay when all others had left?

Maybe it was because she was broken, more so than he. She had some sort of back problem, had problematic lungs and was prone to violent nightmares. Why would she leave when they were better off together than apart?

It couldn’t have been her. He knew her. She was a bit rough-and-tumble sure, but she’d never kill someone, right? Especially his best friend?

She’d been so excited to meet Clay, to know the people who mattered most in his life. It had given him hope, hope she wouldn’t leave. Truth be told, he hadn’t originally wanted to have her and Clay meet so soon because, well, meeting Clay was his equivalent of meeting one’s parents. Yet, every time he mentioned talking about her with him, her eyes lit up and she hopped in the conversation with so much vigor. Eventually, he agreed, and Clay looked forward to meeting her too. Clay was glad for him, that he’d found someone to trust in, to maybe have a family with.

Maybe she was just as afraid of being left behind as he was, maybe she wanted to meet Clay because she understood the significance and wanted the security of such a serious relationship. Her uncle was in prison; her mom had apparently died long ago; and whatever Aura was, she didn’t seem to want anything to do with her. She seemed just as alone as he. Maybe Clay was to her what his guardian status was to him: something that tied them to each other, but wasn’t quite as socially heavy as a ring. Maybe they were both afraid of being betrayed once again.

He hugged Clay’s jacket close. He wanted his input. Clay wouldn’t have steered him wrong, Clay would have helped.

Kristoph had said to choose his ulterior motive. He found himself suffocated by the decision. Clay deserved for him to chase the truth of the tragedy with no hesitation. He’d been the only person ever who hadn’t betrayed him, and his best friend for life deserved the truth of his last moments as Apollo began to live on without him.

Athena was a kindred soul. Though she hadn’t been betrayed, she definitely was alone. And in the loss of Clay, he wanted to fight to keep her. Perhaps more than her specifically, he wanted to prove he wouldn’t betray as he’d been so many times.

He hadn’t done such a great job proving he wouldn’t betray though. Those biting words from his own lips, perhaps they could have worked it out together had he not lost his temper. He knew how painful her mind was, how much it hurt on a daily basis. He knew the warmth her body gave as he held her, burning tears rolling down her youthful face when she tried so hard to hide them away. He remembered the first time she let herself cry in front of him, the shock of the tears when he’d never seen them before, the overwhelming sense of everything as he realized she trusted him enough to allow herself to let the stronghold down for just a moment.

He felt so useless. He felt like he was the ultimate betrayer. He couldn’t fight for either, he was so afraid they were against each other.

He had to reach a resolution sooner or later, Clay’s trial began tomorrow, and Athena would be assisting him in finding the truth. If fighting for Clay and fighting for Athena were mutually exclusive, they weren’t quite yet. Perhaps clarity would come with just a little more time.

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December 16th, 2027

9:12am

District Court - Defendant Lobby Number Five

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Time for another trial to begin… But this one is different.

"Umm, sorry to bother you but… are you alright, Apollo?"

Ack! Was I making a scary face just now?! "Oh, hi, Juniper! Yes, I'm fine! I was just doing my Chords of Steel exercises. Now I'm all ready to go!"

Juniper was important to Athena. She was like Athena's Clay. He felt the need to protect the future judge because of this. Whatever Athena had done in reference to this tragedy, Juniper knew nothing of. She had no prior knowledge of Athena's disappearance only two nights ago, no knowledge of a plot, should Athena've had one.

"Yes, knowing you, I'm sure you will be just fine! Oh!" She rustled through her bag. “I brought you a present from my garden!” She gently placed some sort of round, off-white, holey plant into his palm.

“Is this… a lotus root?”

“That’s right. My grandma says lotus root is good for your eyes. She even says that if you look through the holes, it can help you see into the future!” She beamed brightly. “It’s for good luck! Maybe later, you can cook it and-”

Too late, his stressed mind had already decided what to do with the item. “Thanks for this! I’m gonna have some right now!”

“Oh, my!”

He chomped down on the root. “Mmm, kinda tough, though.”

Juniper giggled in response. “You can’t eat it raw! But… thank you for the enthusiastic try.”

Oops, if she didn’t think I was weird before, she does now! I’ve gotta calm down!

“Apollo!” There’s the familiar voice he was both missing and dreading. “I’m sorry I’m late!” Tear stains were under her eyes, and her left arm seemed uncomfortable. She probably tried to dose herself last night.

Juniper beamed at her appearance. “Hi, Thena!”

Athena’s head lifted in thought. Strange, he expected her to jump all over in excitement. “Junie! I didn’t know you were coming today.” Then she flashed the smile he was expecting. “Did you come to cheer Apollo on? Oh, I get it. You sly little thing, you!” She burst into a cackling laughter that made the tear stains seem to vanish. She had many types of laughs, but this one always came off as strange to him. Maybe it was just because this laugh reminded him of Prosecutor Blackquill.

“Th-Thena, stop!”

“Quit kidding around, Athena.” He hated how harsh that came out. “The trial’s about to start any second. Is everything all set?”

“Oh, Apollo, Apollo…” She was off in thought again. “When will you ever figure it out?”

Did she want him to apologize? Yes, he wanted to apologize for what he said the day before, but not in front of Juniper. In a courthouse. Why was she acting so shifty? “Figure out what?” He thought he’d try.

The longest sigh he’d ever heard rippled through the lobby.

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Prosecutor Blackquill was closing in on Starbuck. He seemed to move with an urgency, a vengeance like none Apollo had laid eyes on. Athena was helpful when she spoke up, but surprisingly quiet for most of the trial.

Clay’s former mentor was becoming more complaisant by the minute, and Apollo needed to drag whatever truth he could out. However, with the bandaged eye, perceiving was near impossible. Thankfully, as that was its original purpose. He was relying on Athena to pinpoint anything strange but not blatantly obvious. They’d been all over every possible train of thought concerning how the astronauts escaped the exploding rocket, but each one carried contradictions. They followed the truth, even when it came to dismantling their client’s testimony. Everyone involved in the chase was decidedly unstable, but the antics could not deter Apollo. It was his final sentiment to Clay, to discover who took him all too soon. As the chase continued, it became clear to him this was his mission. If he had to suspect, or even indict, Athena then so be it. Clay had been a much larger part of his life. Athena was not his wife, but Clay was his best friend. He'd be focusing entirely on him.

That was his ulterior motive.

However, that ulterior motive eluded him once more.

One of the bomb guards, the man who brought the case in, stormed the stand just as they’d grasped the truth about Clay and Starbuck’s oxygen tanks. They were going to call Detective Arme, when her associate interrupted, shouting “I-I have an announcement, everyone! P-Please remain calm and listen carefully. Someone has reactivated the bomb! The bomb was defused, but, but, but… I-It’s about to explode!”

The courtroom dissolved into chaos as patrons began to shove their way out, afraid for their lives. Athena tried to remove him from the courtroom while Prosecutor Blackquill calmed the panicked crowd, but he refused her concern for him in favor of Clay’s unfulfilled dream. He adamantly refused his love’s efforts to save him, but she exploded in frustration, grabbing his hand anyway to remove him by brute force.

“Apollo!”

Juniper! "Keep going! I'm right behind you!" He tore away and ran towards the voice, hoping Athena would keep heading towards the exit.

“Apollo! No!” He heard Athena scream out in burning fear as his vision was overcome by flames and heat consumed him; a horrendous sound ripping through the courthouse.

#ace attorney #fanfiction #booksivewritten #athena cykes #apollo justice #athenacykes #solomon starbuck #mentioned clay terran #tw bomb #tw: bomb #juniper woods #ace attorney dual destinies #dual destinies spoilers #dual destinies #a man named terran #ashes remain #ashes remain amnt

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