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almendriww · 1 year
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— what happened when he wasn't there to pull you back from the darkness, wanda?
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k-0re · 8 months
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tptm chp 19!!
this chapter made me very sad 😀
but hey flustered bela 🥳
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yunomagic · 1 year
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What if: sonic sacrifices himself in sonic the hedgehog 3 instead of shadow?
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Okay so before we start this, a key thing i want ppl to remember is that movie sonic is incredibly selfless. Like, when tails got hurt for the first time he immediately jumped straight into danger and refused to accept help from his parents and was also willing to DIE for them in exchange for the safety. No questions asked. Hes rlly just too selfless for his own good, and i imagine that quality carries over to sonic the hedgehog 3
ALSO this is gonna be more based on headcanon cuz, the movie is in two years by the time yall are reading this so yeah dont take my word for it. Do what you will with the following scenario and information. Anyways here we go:
First of all, sonic and shadow are probably going to have an interesting dynamic in the third film. Mainly because of their experience with grief and familial loss. Sonic lost someone who was like a mother to him, shadow lost someone who was like a sister to him. They both failed to save the women that played an important part in their lives and were heavily traumatized by their deaths. How the two hedgehogs deal with their grief is where their paths diverge a little.
Sonic spent ten years living in isolation, being afraid of himself and what people will think of him if he revealed himself to the world. And possibly beat himself up so many times for failing to save longclaw, while trying to make her proud by becoming a hero on the streets. Shadow on the other hand suffered from manipulation under gerald robotnik, who forced him to become humanity’s final destruction, although he was created to help it. And instead of beating himself up, shadow became filled with rage and unspeakable hurt. He found it easier to blame humanity for the death of maria and uses his anger as a driving force for revenge. Which undoubtedly, is a more dangerous path of grief he chose to walk on.
Thus, the two hedgehogs are foils, two sides of the same coin. They arent too dissimilar to each other, especially in the roots of their pasts. They learn that there’s more to the other than just looking like each other. Unfortunately, due to drastic circumstances, one of them is going to relive through their trauma of losing someone all over again, and dealing with that same feeling of loss and self-blame.
Everyone knows how SA2 ends, shadow sacrifices himself to save humanity and dies while doing so. But if the film wants to do something different, (and give everyone a huge punch in the gut), they’re going to twist that fate in some way.
Its already in the title but i still propose it: what if sonic was the one who sacrifices himself instead?
Its the final hour, the bio lizard has been defeated, but the ark is still falling down to earth. Running out of time, shadow blurts out the idea that hes going to use the power of the chaos emeralds to push back the ark into orbit, maybe he can save humanity. Sonic, is dumbfounded, shadow is going to die and he knows it. Shadow knows it too, but what other options are there?
Panicking, sonic defaults to HIS way of solving problems. Talking it out. Fast.
“You can’t just throw away your life like it has no meaning! You— You don’t have to use all that power. You can stay with us back on Earth! You can— you can have a life there! Just like you and Maria would’ve wanted!”
Shadow of course is insistent that this is his destiny. His fate. If hes destined to be the last hope to save humanity, then itd be fitting if he were to die. Sonic is still frightened and restless, he’s getting a familiar itch in his throat and a familiar heaviness in his chest. The same feeling he felt years ago, when he was a small, helpless child.
No. Hes NOT going to lose someone to the same fate again.
“You made a promise to Maria, to keep everyone happy right?”
Shadow glances at sonic, eyes widened, knowingly.
“That includes you too shadow.”
“Are you crazy?! If you do that then—“
“I wont be able to go back home to my parents and my brothers, or the townspeople of Green Hills. I know. But they survived long enough even before i came into their life. They need someone who can keep them happy.”
Shadow too, gets the familiar itch in his throat, the familiar tightness in his chest. Fear. Panic. Memories resurfacing. A parallel of maria shines through sonic’s selfless attitude.
“…and that someone is you, shadow.”
“Sonic—“
Sonic shoves shadow away with as much force as he could. A wistful smile present on his muzzle, along with a sorrowful glaze in his eyes. Shadow, with a raised voice, stretches out his hand. Hes trying to reach for sonic.
The blue blur has more experience with the chaos emeralds than shadow does. Making this sacrifice should be easy. If it werent for the grief-stricken ebony hedgehog reaching out behind him. For one last send off, sonic and shadow’s eyes meet for the last time.
Its crazy how they thought so lowly of each other when they first met, and nearly tried to kill each other. But the more time they spent, the more did the hedgehogs realize how much the other is truly worth, and how much respect they hold for one another. Its a shame they wont get to spend more time together back on earth.
A damn shame. But humanity needed a fresh sacrifice.
One pair of eyes, plaintive yet noble, another pair of eyes, staggered and fearful, stare at each other, for one millisecond.
Sonic raises his hand, not to reach back out to shadow. But to wave. Wave goodbye.
“Please… keep them happy for me, okay? Promise me. You’ll protect my family.”
Shadow cant hold back his apprehension any longer. Fruitlessly calling out to sonic for him to come back. To not go away. To not throw HIS life away like it had no meaning. Of course, it falls on deaf ears, and two voices say at once:
“Sayonara, Shadow the Hedgehog…”
Followed by a yell of chaos control, a blinding light, a futile chase for a falling body, and no recollection of being sent back onto the ark. To be greeted by an array of faces. All grief-stricken, mournful, sullen, and unreadable.
Shadow, in spite of his own grief and his own recollection of his past trauma. Does his best to comfort sonic’s brothers. He’ll attempt to do the same to his parents back on earth.
A couple months have passed by then, and shadow has learned from his past mistakes. Right now, he wont go down the path of revenge and go guns blazing in the streets again. Right now, he has a promise to keep. A promise to her, and a promise to him. Of course, thered be times where he wonders and hopes that hes doing enough to keep humanity, the people of green hills, and sonic’s family happy. Hes trying his best, and he’ll keep on trying no matter what.
Shadow sometimes fantasizes about a scenario where sonic lived, and the blue blur shows him around green hills. Rambling non-stop with that annoying (yet kind of endearing) voice of his, maintaining that same charm. Cracking jokes shadow cant understand, showing him technology and culture shadow has to learn. It wouldve been… nice to still have him around. It really wouldve been. He wishes it so.
Tails and knuckles are starting to warm up to the ultimate life form, and the wachowski’s appreciate shadow’s efforts in helping humanity. Understanding that he has no intentions of replacing their son, and cherish everything the ebony hedgehog does to honor green hills’ fallen blue devil.
And even shadow knows that the world is filled with cruelty and sorrow. Yet it was the world that maria wanted to live in, and it was the world that sonic chose to fight for and protect. There’s a lot of awful, sad things in the world. But there are still things, people, worth protecting.
There’s a promise.
Shadow will remember it.
Shadow will never forget it.
And that is why…
He will keep fighting.
(If things are messy sorry ill edit it when i get back from canada which is tomorrow lol-)
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hangsterwheel · 3 months
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jake seresin + savior complex by phoebe bridgers
note: okay help i've been working on this for too long so i'm just gonna post what i have. thanks @rattew for the prompt!
CHECK TAGS FOR CONTENT WARNINGS!
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Jake leaned his head against the window, the warm sun heating his skin through the glass, every vibration of the car on the winding, never-ending driveway humming through his skull. The movement made his healing bruises ache, but it was a dull-edged pain that grounded his thoughts in his body.
It was too quiet in this car, too long of a drive, and he didn't want to see home again. His parents' house, he corrected himself, as its wide whiteness and wrap-around porch loomed on the horizon. There were roughly three minutes before the driver would stop and his mother would inevitably be standing in the doorway, waiting for him, while the butlers would help him with his luggage. His dad never came out to greet him.
Even from the distance they were at, Jake saw shadows pass the open windows and knew it was his mother, based on the pace of its movement.
The car gently slowed to a stop—Alexander was a good driver, you could eat soup in the car and not spill a single drop—and Jake took a few deep breaths.
Alexander looked up at him in the rearview mirror. "Welcome home, Mr. Seresin."
"No need to mister me, sir." Jake fished a twenty from his wallet and held it out to him.
Alexander raised his eyebrow. "Your father pays me handsomely. You're not supposed to tip. What am I, a taxi-cab?"
Jake rolled his eyes. "This isn't a tip, it's a bribe. If my mom asks, I was kissing Shelby goodbye when you picked me up."
Alex took the money with a sigh, and put it in his inside jacket pocket. "Yeah, yeah." He patted Jake on the shoulder. "Now get out there and say hello to your mother."
She ran down the steps as Jake, squinting in the harsh sunlight, closed the door behind him. Her smile dropped from her face as she approached.
He braced himself.
"Jake, darling, what happened to your face?" As soon as she reached him, her hands came up to his face, and he pulled away at the sharp touches of her pointy fingers. "Oh, my poor baby—does it hurt? Are you okay?"
"Mom, it only hurts when you touch it like that, and I'm fine. Stop touching."
"Come here, baby."
He succumbed, and let her wrap her arms around him. He looked at her once and saw tears in her eyes. He would not look at her again for the near future.
"'M fine," he muttered into her shoulder. Her blouse smelled like her dusky perfume and a familiar smoky stink of his father's cigars. Her arms were tight. The moment she loosened her grip he drew back and gave her his best smile, careful to fix his eyes on her nose and nowhere else. "I promise, ma."
"Oh, baby." She put a hand against his cheek, and he exhaled. "Tell me what happened inside. I'll get Diane to find an icepack."
She took his hand, like he was a child, and he shook it off and gave her a look. Following behind her, he looked around at the entryway, noting it looked just the same as he left it. Not like mama would change anything about this house, as long as he lived.
He passed the big mirror near the door, and noted how his head came up a little higher in the glass, and his shoulders were filling out more. Or maybe he was simply standing straighter. Cotillion and etiquette training had erased the asymmetry in his posture and hips, given him a more rigid look, something better befitting a Seresin man.
She sat him down in the west sitting room, turning toward him expectantly. "Baby, I can't even look, it's so horrible."
It was only a shading of dark bruising around his left eye, and cracked skin on his brow bone held together by stitching. She was always dramatic, had a flair for theatrical pauses and overreacting.
"That's a nice shiner you got there, son."
Jake looked up at his father. "Got it in a fight."
His mother gasped, hand flying to her mouth.
Jake didn't have to look to know his father's eyes were boring into his skin.
"You win?"
Jake thought of Asher's cry of pain and the tears tracking down his cheeks, silver trails under moonlight and security beams in a back alley. Jake, what the fuck? All for a stupid joke? Asher on his knees, arms twisted behind his back, just enough to leave a memorable lesson in that dipshit's brain because he deserved it.
Jake grinned. "Of course."
His father grunted. "Good. Now go see the stylist about getting some paint to cover that bruise. We have company tonight."
Jake got up, gave his mama a kiss on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, "I promise I'm fine. It was quick."
As he passed his father, he said over his shoulder, "I'll see Mandy about some—paint. I'll be down in time for dinner."
He loped up the stairs and to his room.
The curtains were drawn, his bed tightly tucked in the way he hated it, and his suitcase unpacked. He fished through his backpack and found his earbuds and his iPod, and kicked back on his bed as he hit play.
He rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillows, which stung his nose with the scent of familiar fresh detergent. Tears sprang to his eyes, hot puddles beneath him, and he sat up slightly to prevent the salty liquid from dripping into his stitches.
He didn't like hurting people, didn't like hurting Asher, but he had to. Not when his star runningback had been picking on the other players like the asshole he was.
Particularly Evan, their kicker.
Jake wiped the tears off his face, took a deep breath, and rang for Mandy. "Need some help covering a bruise, Mandy," he said, and forced a smile. "Your favorite Seresin boy is back."
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"You know, I don't know that much about you."
Jake, frankly, did not know what to say when his girlfriend of seven months said that to him. They were lying under the stars in the back of his pickup truck after the senior-year homecoming dance, Jake a little tipsy on a flask he'd stolen from his older brother, Cass high on weed.
"Oh, I think you know a lot about me," he countered.
She lay beside him on the bundle of flannel blankets she'd packed for the occasion, another thrown over her as the night chill settled over them. The stars were bright and the Milky Way as vivid as ever, threading through the cloudless sky.
Cass poked his chest. "What's under there? Under that star-quarterback-, science-genius-, model-handsome-man. Who's Jake Seresin? He's more than just a talented pilot and future ace pilot—"
"Damn right, I'll be," he said and waved the smoke from her blunt away from his face.
"And me, I'm just Cass, but you're Jake. You'd think I'd know more. I want to know more! I'm your girlfriend!" Her words were slow and even and light, but there was something in her voice that made Jake's heart flip with nausea, and it wasn't from the pressure of her hands on his chest. "You can tell me anything, Jake," she said, idling closer to him, and he hoisted her onto his lap. She breathed out, and her long dark hair fell forward around her like a curtain. "You're just—you try so hard, do so much," she went on. "And it's never enough. Like you got something to prove. I don't get it."
Jake brushed his hand through her hair and gave her a grin. She looked up down at him, lazy and high, perfectly beautiful, and he felt nothing. Cassidy Waite was the hottest girl in their entire city, and she was his girlfriend, and he didn't deserve her. He shouldn't even have her, but he was Jake Seresin. He'd have nothing less.
"I've got nothing to prove, baby," he drawled. He took the blunt from her hand and took a long draw. He exhaled to the side, then met her pretty eyes again. "I'm just an asshole."
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He swung open the back doors to the sun room, and the lingering smell of cigar smoke hit him. A spike of irritation rose on his skin: itchy and incessant. Papa was home, then. Horrible timing. If only he was anywhere else but home. Now would be a good time to have a meeting in his office or to be on a jet flying across the country somewhere else. Anywhere but here.
"Jake Seresin, you'll be the death of me."
Mama looked up over her martini glass at Jake's bloody, mussed-up shirt, and then to the trail of mud his boots left on the porch.
Tears dried cold tracks down Jake's cheeks as he stomped behind the wicker couches, careful to avoid the imported Moroccan rug. His vision was blurry and every muscle ached in his body as he charged up the stairs to his room.
He heard his mother sigh loudly, and then the faint whoosh of Diane's broom hushing over the wood flooring. For a moment there, he felt some remorse. He didn't like being extra work for the help.
He removed his boots before entering his bedroom, at the very least, throwing them to the floor outside his room, then stripped in his en suite and stepped into the shower. As the hot water hit his skin, loud and steady, his knees finally gave out and he slumped to the shower floor.
Sobs wracked his body as the mud and blood washed off his hands. It wasn't fair. Nothing was fair. They were all so cruel. Papa was so cruel.
He had named the new foal just a few weeks ago. He'd been there in the stall as her mother birthed her, when no one was there except Eddie the stable hand and one of Papa's fancy vets. He gave that foal a special name, one that wouldn't ever show up on a screen at a race someday. He named her Willow, because she was gorgeous and elegant just like one, even as an awkward newborn.
It didn't matter to Jake that her joints weren't quite right, that she wouldn't be able to make it to a track or win any titles someday. He just liked her and her beautiful eyes and those long, pretty legs and shiny chestnut flank.
He begged and begged the vets to not tell his father about her joints, but of course they wouldn't listen to him, and he cried when they told him that they'd have to put her down.
His older brother Michael had laughed at him when he cried, because Jake cried too much for a boy. He'd been trying, but he loved Willow, and it was too much at once to hear them talking about her like she was just another failed investment in one of papa's big deals.
He didn't know how long he was in the shower, but when he walked back out to his room from his dressing room in a fresh set of jeans and a t-shirt, his boots were cleaned up and back on the shelf. He fell onto his bed and laid there in the darkening room, Texas sunset fading away.
Eventually, the dinner bell rang over the intercom, but Jake just curled over in his bed and pulled the sheets over his head. If he waited long enough, they'd turn off the bell, and it would all go away.
He must have slept an hour or so, because when he woke up, the room was pitch-dark and there was a knock on his door.
"Go away," he said, muffled.
"It's your dinner, Jake. You need to eat something."
Papa. The last person he wanted to see. "Go away," Jake repeated, louder.
His father opened the door anyway, and sat at the edge of Jake's bed and clicked on the lamp. In his hand was a plate of french beans and steak in some kind of red gravy. Jake's mind flashed to blood, pooling in the pasture—the crook of Willow's legs as she kicked the alfalfa—Eddie's solemn face set behind a veil of smoke—the ringing of the gunshot echoing in Jake's ears, pressing physical pain in his eardrums.
Jake gagged.
"Sit up," his father commanded.
In his pillow, Jake shook his head no.
"If you don't eat," Papa said, voice low and too even, "you won't make starting lineup when you get to high school."
Jake stayed still, silent, sucking in his own hot breath in the pillow.
"You know I made quarterback freshman year?" Papa continued.
"I know, Papa," Jake said, and smiled a little. Papa had told the story so many times, Jake lost count.
There was silence, then Papa finally set the plate down on the nightstand.
"I know you're sad, Jake. And it is, it's sad. I'm—sad, too. But you gotta know you can't let it show, kid? That's no way for a Seresin man to act. It hurts, then you let it roll off. It's life, kid. Things happen and you hate it. But you keep going. Because you have to."
Jake sniffled, hard, then turned over and looked at his father.
He looked almost gentle in the lamplight. He put a hand on Jake's shoulder.
"Yeah," Jake said, slowly and shakily.
"You got this, son." He rubbed Jake's shoulder, steady and repetitive. "You're already feeling better, aren't ya. Remember—let it roll off. You're okay. You're cool, you're cool."
Let it roll off. That's what real Seresin men do.
Jake swiped the back of his hand across his nose. "Yeah, I'm better. I'm cool."
Papa pat him on the back. "You're cool."
Jake nodded, reached for the plate, and ate.
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anne-o-nyme · 1 year
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In honor of the anniversary of the most unhinged shadowgast era, I present you the Timeloop-babygast-execution Au, where two mad lads run away from home (secret military underground bunker) and try their hands at murdering criminals (Caleb, their own father) and piss off a powerful dunamancer (Essek, their other father) enought to set up a timeloop none of them can escape (until they sit down and talk about their feelings/misunderstandings).
Many thanks to the amazing @flappingduster for joining in this madness, and  lending her babygast
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doppel-dean-er · 1 year
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guys g guys hey what if the scene where troy leaves he gave Abed a box and says it's "in case you ever start feeling more like original abed than clone abed" (like the letter Wendy gives Dipper in gravity falls) and then abed waits until the last possible moment to open the box because he doesn't want to face the fact he misses troy so like a year later abed opens the box and it's Troy's letterman jacket?? gghh ghuys what if Abed what if that night he slept clutching the jacket like it's the only thing keeping him alive and then sealed it back in the box and hid it from himself so he could stop hurting himself forget about troy??? what if when Troy comes back he finds the jacket in the same box and Abed explains that he didn't wanna wear it because then he'd have to wash it and then it wouldn't be the same?? what if it's also because the reminder that troy was somewhere out there and that he physically left his past behind in the form of a MEANINGFUL JACKET made Abed think that it meant he was leaving for good and that he wanted to forget about the study group entirely ?????
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shieldofiron · 7 months
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THERE'S A NEW CHAPTER OF SERRATED OUT NOW, "THE CLOCK."
HUGE 10 FOOT TALL TRIGGER WARNING FOR NEIL HARGROVE basically from now until the end of the fic but this chapter is not for the faint of heart.
Faithful readers may notice that there is now a chapter limit because... DRUMROLL PLEASE... it's outlined to the end!!! I published my first Harringrove fic ever on Halloween last year so this feels like fate.
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gurinpotte · 4 months
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everlark feelings in songs
1. Oblivion, by M38 featuring Susanne Sundfør
I know, i know, it's part of the Oblivion soundtrack. But hear me out: the angst, the epic tragedy, the lyrics.
This song gives me EXTREME end of Catching Fire/entire THG feelings. Post Peeta's rescue Mockingjay too. I did use to listen to it a lot when I first read the books as a teen, so I may be influenced, but! Here's a bit of the lyrics:
"Since I was young I knew I’d find you But our love was a song Sung by a dying swan"
How could a love be sung by a dying swan more than living under a heavily oppressive and violent regime in which you get thrown into a dying game (twice) with the one you (came to) love
"And when the nights are long, All the stars recall your goodbye, your goodbye
And in the night, you hear me calling, you hear me calling And in your dreams, you see me falling, falling" It's giving trying desperately to keep each other alive. It's giving mourning for Peeta's hijacking and everything they've been through, it's giving Katniss desperate to rescue him, both of them having nightmares the other has died, the absolute incapacity they have of losing each other.
And just to top it off, there's a kind of epilogue in the song. It's so calm and yet melancholic after the tragedy of the main part. Whenever I'm reading post MJ everlark I find this segment playing in my mind.
Verdict: everlark song
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Okay but like
Izzy and Ed are arguing and it gets suuuper violent and Stede shows up and is all like “oh hey we’re back oh you’re fighting?” And Ed is pissed so he tries to run Stede through but instead Izzy jumps in front and get stabbed instead and Jim and Frenchie and all of em run to help and Ed is stood there with a terrified and mistrusting Stede and a disobedient crew and an injured first mate.
Just imagine like Izzy resting his forehead on Jim’s shoulder as they try to remove the blade and they hear him saying something, so they pause to listen, and he’s just begging not to die and promising he’ll stop being such a dick just please help he doesn’t want to die he’s scared he promises to be nicer like bloody bonnet just help him please please please
And Ed isn’t even fazed, he just stares at Izzy being helped by the crew as Stede tries to approach safely.
And Jim is the only one who hears Izzy begging, is the only one who hears him sobbing quietly, is the only one who visits him when he’s ‘resting’ (he’s actually still trying to manage their finances and is travelling through the secret passages to make sure everyone’s doing their job even when he’s like actually bleeeding out)
Cue a very strange but solid bond between Jim and Izzy.
TLDR; I want Jim and Izzy to bond over Izzy getting injured and showing weakness.
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bionicle-ramblings · 7 months
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So, picking up where my last post dropped off, imagine the two teams trying to plan what to do, but barely able to because Vakama ends up passing out to the point waking him up is very hard, Nokama can't talk, Nuju has no clue what anyone is saying, Whenua can't see, Matua has to fight to stay conscious, and Onewa is so "not there," he's letting Vakama rest on him and occasionally pats him on the head and keeps staring at Takanuva because he's pretty and shiny
Most of their survival boils down to constantly moving and going where there's no exo-Toa or Rakshi, easier said than done, but they manage. Many of the team members are separated from the group, namely Nuparu, Hahli, Kongu, Nuju, Nokama, and Onewa. The remaining teammates, Vakama, Jaller, Hewkii, Whenua, Matau, and Takanuva, have to trek on and hope their fellow Toa are doing the same, though tensions are high, especially between Jaller, Vakama, and Takanuva. Jaller is deeply upset and angered at Vakama because he thinks none of them would be where they are now had Vakama just told them what was happening. Vakama admits he should have told them, but also wouldn't have allowed Jaller to go as far as go to the realm of Karzahni, or allowed him to take his team with him
Matau and Takanuva break up the fight, but Jaller also snaps at Takanuva, shouting at him because while everyone was fighting and losing allies, he just wandered off again, leaving everyone alone to fight.
In a moment that shocks everyone, Takanuva quickly and stoicly slaps Jaller, snapping him out of his anger for a moment and quieting him so Takanuva can explain that they can't afford to fight each other, not when Teridax wants them to do just that, to be divided so it's easier to pick them off
Takanuva also gets to explaining where he's been and what happened, but on the condition that Jaller keep his mouth shut or Takanuva will leave them when they're not looking and he'll carry Vakama with him
While that's happening, Hahli, Nurapu, Kongu, Nokama, Nuju, and Onewa are sneaking as quietly as possible, Nokama trying to communicate to ask Hahli how she's taking what she just learned. Hahli admits she isn't sure how to feel, not with learning she was actually Nokama's student or with the knowledge that her old home has now turned into a prison. Nokama can understand that, but the two are distracted when they see Nuju dragged Onewa toward the group, frustrated and lashing out by punching a wall; he has no idea what anyone is saying and he's practically forgotten how to speak Matoran, so he feels stuck. Nokama tries to comfort him, because she can't talk, but what gets the two to really break down is seeing Kongu and Nuparu lead Onewa back to the group, because he keeps trying to wander away from them
The team, overwhelmed, scared, and feeling too many things at once, take a moment to cry, to be together in their pain. After a moment, they gather themselves and keep moving, Hahli and Kongu leading the group to Ko-Metru with Nuju's help, though it's tough for him to do it because he has to point to stuff and remeber chute and passage ways
While they're doing that, Takanuva has finished explaining how he traveled dimensions and has heard that Tuyet is around somewhere, so they need to jeep an eye out for her. Jaller has nothing to really say because what his friend's been up to is bigger than just wandering, especially when he realizes that Takanuva has seen things that rival being trapped in the Great Spirit robot
No time to really get into it because the team has to run and scramble to avoid getting swallowed by the ground and taken somewhere else, going as far as to try parkouring their way across the ceiling, thoguh they have some hiccups because of the state Vakama, Whenua, and Matau are in
Despite some close calls and then being cornered by exo-Toa, they are able to tell when the Great Spirit Robot dies, evidenced to Hahli's team when Onewa lays flat on the ground and by seeing the exo-Toa drop to the ground, both teams facing no threats as they leave
The teams, shaken and stirred, leave the robot and find their way out, and find other Toa and Matoran leaving the Great Spirit robot as well. The reunion between them is an emotional one, the Toa Mahri and Metru being emotional as they realize they escaped with their loves and they're out
Again, this is muscle pulling reach, but this has been on my head and I need to get it out. Expect one more post about this "story line," and then we're back to other stuff
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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year
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THE LONELIEST (Johnlock Oneshot)
"You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You're still the oxygen I breathe
I see your face when I close my eyes
It's torturous
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest"
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Summary:
On the day of Sherlock's funeral, John finds a letter. It is everything he ever wanted, which makes everything hurt even more.
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2589 w, Mature (CW!), whump!John
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so... instead of being productive i uploaded this angsty shit to ao3 :)
which took me ridiculously long tbh. i wrote the whole oneshot a while ago, but then my ipad decided to not save it (there is no way to recover it on iPad... i had to rewrite the WHOLE thing!)
and when i tried to upload it yesterday, my internet connection was so bad and it didn't work.
sooo if you decide to read it (and maybe leave some kudos and comments) - that would mean a whole lot to me. 😩💚 tags under the cut!! <3
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mppmaraudergirl · 2 years
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read chapter 2 on AO3
The Bending
James hasn't seen her in a hospital bed since they were in the Order. Somehow time has pushed those memories far into the recesses of his mind and he wonders if it's worse now because of that.
Her dark hair is a tangled mess around her head, it bleeds onto the starch white sheets as if it will stain.
He knows he shouldn't, he knows she wouldn't want him to, but he slides his fingers through hers as he sits at her bedside.
She is so warm, fingers slotting between his with such familiarity that he feels guilt bubble within him.
Don't touch me!
He's wondered, in the year since the war ended, how they might end.
Read on AO3 || Start at the beginning || (attempted) playlist
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nerosdayinanime · 9 months
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couldnt draw vampire!sabito but i sure as hell can make him the crustiest motherfucker you ever seen
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halloween au started last year in an attempt to make a sanegiyu fic for halloween and i frakenstein’d sanemi & genya with an ookami- then that labyrinth doodle a while ago & now i got this whole shit with sabito being as close as a human can get to being a wild animal-
yadda yadda all the surviving victims get sedated & taken out the labyrinth to be transported to get medical care or started on rehabilitation- sabito wakes up with a massive pain flare-up from his kitsune arm and they rush in to help-
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rule of thumb, Dont Fucking Startle the guy whos first instinct is Kill It.
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fairy-with-a-kn1f3 · 9 months
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Which destiel prompt should I do first?
1. Smut/little plot
2. Plot/smut/little angst
3. SMUT. Barely any plot
4. Plot/little smut/angst
5. ANGST. Plot
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satogumis · 18 days
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a possible timeline for a possible love interest of misun’s🫡
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teabutmakeitazure · 22 days
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thinking about the vamp tartaglia fic I have in my docs (only a few drabbles written so far) and how it's gonna destroy everyone (including me) if I ever publish it
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