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fanfictasia · 4 months
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Whumpcember Day 30
Delirium
Spoiler: This is an excerpt from When Stars Align
His heart is hammering. This is Fives. He’s here, alive, and it never felt real until Anakin actually saw him. But here he is, right in front of him.
“Fives,” Anakin breathes, stumbling forwards.
He blinks at him, a little hazily, but there. “Commander.”
Anakin hasn’t been called that in a long time. “I’m here.” Anakin steps forwards, kneeling in front of him, reaching for his shoulder. He’s dressed… differently, and it looks weird and wrong on him. He must’ve been imprisoned somewhere. Just like Echo. He inhales deeply, blinking back tears. “I came back. I – I’m sorry you weren’t there to see.” If he had months ago, maybe he could’ve… changed something.
“This – this is something you need to know,” Fives tells him. There’s a surprising amount of clarity in his eyes despite how Anakin can feel his exhaustion. “What they’ve done – what they’re doing –”
Echo throws a worried glance at Anakin, which he returns.
“What who’s doing?” Anakin asks, shaking his shoulder a little.
“I knew you’d help,” he continues, still staring, “You always do.”
Anakin blinks a few times, inhaling shakily. A stray tear drips down his cheek. “Except when you need me.”
“They’re – they’re hurting us,” Fives continues intently, “We’re their perfect lab rats.”
Anakin flinches. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, exactly, but it isn’t as though the Empire experimenting on people – on clones – is exactly entirely unheard of. It’s just rumors, though. Has been ever since Kamino’s mysterious destruction about four years ago. “The Empire?”
“What else?”
“I suggest you get some rest,” Rex interjects, moving closer to Fives, “It’s been a while. We’ll have time to catch up later.”
“It’s a trap,” Fives insists nonsensically, “It always…” He blinks a few times, trailing off, and Anakin winces.
“Let him rest,” Anakin requests finally. “We’ll catch up later.”
He stays, anyway, until Fives finally falls asleep, and Rex insists Anakin stay. He does, albeit unwillingly, and exhaustion finally overtakes him.
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arunneronthird · 2 months
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theres one thing i like that i dont think gets explored too much, which is the actual difference in power between the bats and the supers
hear me out, i know everyone is aware batman is a human without powers that has to resort to wit to be up to par with superman, which is why we all love him
but that too has a limit, and i havent seen that limit be reached a lot
batman is smart and powerful, but hes human, hes completely hopeless against threats only a man resistant to bullets can stop
and you know? sometimes id like seeing that, watching batman give up, damian admitting he cant help jon, seeing tim step back from leading a team he cant be up to par with
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cutepencilcase · 1 year
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Twilight and Sunny
Since I'm doing the G5+older gens for the stickers, I also wanted to make a similar series with the matching ponies and g4 for the prints! The first one is Sunny and Twily!  This is also the patreon/ko-fi print for this month! Join the 10€ tier before the 31st of April to recieve it in the mail! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/cutepencilcase   Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/cutepencilcase  
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kingofthering · 6 months
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endless list of favorite motorsports friendships - tony arbolino & jorge lorenzo
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puppiesandnightlock · 6 months
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Link: Two Birds On a Wire
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Damian and Jon, and their views on the moment that the Super Sons - and their friendship - cracked. the supersons broke up yall im sry-
for prompt six: Friendship
Two birds on a wire…
They watched each other, Damian sitting on their old Gotham rooftop as Jon seemingly descended from the stars. It was almost a remake of a few months before, except for a few rather striking differences. The wind swept Jon’s curls to the side, tearful pools of sapphire blue desperately searching for the boy’s gaze.
His domino was off, and for his credit, Damian’s gaze stayed steely, looking straight ahead. The black cape he wore whipped around him in the Gotham chill, the reds of his kevlar suit bringing out his caramel complexion. 
Touching down onto the rooftop, Jon inched closer to him until Damian stood straight up, fiddling with the mask in his hand, seemingly a nervous tactic.
One tries to fly away…
“Stop.” 
Damian looked up, piercing the indestructible Kryptonian with his gaze. He twirled the mask in his hand, debating whether or not to put it back on. Jon stood in front of him, having recoiled at his words.
This boy, someone he had once treasured and still did, someone he would have once killed for, had gone as Damian's best friend, and had come back as someone completely different.
If it had just been the trauma, he would have understood, who else but him understood how deep a scarred childhood could go. 
He had never treated Jon as anything less than an equal. He, yes, had looked down on him, had once considered him a danger to society as we know it, but he had never treated him as an incapable small child, someone who could have gone off the rails at any given moment, destroying everything. 
Sure, that was a little hypocritical, and perhaps he was justifying himself a bit too much because he probably has done exactly that,, but that wasn't the point.
The point was it had always been them two, Jon and Damian against the world. 
And then Jon came back older. bigger , stronger, with a stupid boyfriend.
Romance was stupid. Feelings were stupid. 
And so, he closed himself off. If everything was going to change, if his oldest, only friend, was going to change and leave him alone with all these incompetent people who called themselves heroes, then he sure as hell was going to make sure he left first.
And the other stays…
“Dami…I-”
Jon reached out again for him, watching the pain fill the green eyes he’d so desperately missed. 
He’d come back, and sure, he didn't say bye, but they were still the Super Sons, right? Robin and Superboy, although now he was technically the oldest AND tallest of the two, but he could muster up some big brother energy and let his name go first.
He knew he would have o take more charge now, be a bit more assertive here, and that was in. He couldn't understand how or why Damian was so appalled about this. It hurt that they wouldn't go to school together again or grow up together, but that would pass, and Jon had already gotten much more used to being practically an adult, so why hasn't damian?
They were still best friends. They would always be best friends. 
He knew he was all Damian had, so why was the younger trying to pull away so much?
Two birds of a feather….
They stood there, on the rooftop, these conflicting thoughts running through their heads.
“You’re so much taller then me now.” Damian spoke suddenly.
Jon took a step closer and tried to joke. “Yeah, shorty-pants.”
“You're bigger, broader. Your hair got longer. A part of me swore it was you, when i saw you coming towards me. But everything else didn't know who you were.”
Damian made a motion as if he were hugging himself, and as he looked down, Jon could feel the hurt coming off in waves. 
“The only thing that could vaguely clue me in was your eyes. Same beautiful, haunting shade of blue. But they held ghosts. They were so deeply pained, heavy with trauma. Not my Jon’s eyes.”
The Super’s throat went dry, and while his heart broke at the description and his eyes welled with tears, anger bubbled up instead.
“So what, you’re blaming my six year space trauma for whatever the hell is goinng on between us right now? Because if thats the case, then kid, you’re just as spoiled and entitled as-”
A broken laugh was barked out, as Damian pointed at him with his mask. 
“That, that right there is another reason. I don’t even know if you relized it. You  wanna know the top reasonon this list? It’s because i lost my best friend.”
“Damian. I am right here.” Jon spat out each word as if they caused a vile taste in his mouth.
“Everyone mourns the loss the little boy, but i couldnt fucking care less. I lost the only person who would ever consider me an equal. One who wouldnt judge me for who i was, who i’ve become. Someone who would stick through with me. Not one who would call me ‘kid’ and force me out of missions. I don’t need another goddamn big brother, Jon, I have six older siblings. i have never seen you as kin, i never will.”
Say that they’re always gonna stay together….
Domino was plastered back on, completing the walls being built back up. They had seen each other at their most vulnrable, and Damian was never letting anyne past his barriers ever again.
He told himself that he didn't care about the tears in Jon’s eyes, the soft little cries. He forced himself to keep the water pouring from his own eyes concealed in his mask
“Is that just it then?” Jon scrubbed his eyes. “Are we done?”
Damian paused, willing himse;f to keep his voice steady. “If that is how you wish to call it.”
“What about younger us? What about the Super Sons?”
The bat swiveled around. “Keep their name and their legacy out of your mouth, Superman. We are not them. We can never be them again.”
His mask slipped, just slightly, but enough for Jon to see the tearful emerald eyes. 
He stood on the edge of the roof, cape flowing behind him. 
“Goodbye, Jonathan Kent.”
His hearing caught the pained sobs as the younger boy collapsed on a nearby rooftop, his heartbeat thumping erratically. 
Jon had the urge to chase after him, to help him and comfort him, but he knew that nothing would help him break through those walls again. Still, he stuck for a bit, crying himself until he heard Damian’s broken voice sniffle into his comms. 
“Please, Oracle, can you send for one of my siblings to come, I am at (coordinates). Thank you. No. I’m not injured. But not okay, either.”
He flew up into the air, leaving Gotham behind him. 
Still, despite that night, a part of his heart would always, always belong to Damian, to Gotham. Therefore,  he couldn't stop himself from uttering what he was sure would be his last words to his old best friend, knowing he would never hear it himself.
“Goodbye, Damian Wayne.”
I
Love
You
@super-sons-week-2023
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total-drama-catz · 3 months
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Bambaggie
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warwickroyals · 1 year
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Damn, some of you guys actually get double-digit comments on every single story post? That's crazy.
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xnorthstarsunshinex · 2 years
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Collab with @clementinewings!
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clefairytea · 2 years
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I somehow managed to completely skip heteronormativity and compulsory heterosexuality entirely (no I don’t know how), so I have to admit a lot of discussions people have around it I feel a bit
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screenshots from my rough "animatic" that will probably never be seen again cuz i can't figure out how to do audio. five bucks to the being who can tell what i was trying to "animate" to/j
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picavecalyx · 1 year
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  The idea of Silva’s post failure verse being...yes she’s a professor with Hop...but you know for a fact she’s constantly being harassed by Interpol about the fact that she’s still a living walking bioweapon. Not to mention the whole thread...where she gets kidnapped[excuse me “arrested”] by Interpol. Has to work with them...
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ah0yh0y · 2 years
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i think the reason why i love noah czerny so much is the fact 
that i too
                feel invisible
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hopepaigeturner · 4 months
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i’m obsessed with your umbrella au!!!! i can’t stop thinking about it 😩
now that John is back what happens? does he hate Lucy for what happened? does Lucy remember what happened after seeing him (just like she remembered everything when she saw Gregory)?
Nonny asked: does John realise Lucy’s trying to avoid him?
I've already gone into a little about how Lucy remembers John here.
But also, this is an alternate universe John. So he has no idea why all these people are obsessed with him.
The most pressing question for him is, why is his cousin engaged to the love of John's life? It fuels quite a lot of the fury he aims at the Umbrellas and Bridgertons , to be honest.
But he notices Lucy. Notices the way she looks at him and never approaches. And he knows that look in her eye, for he has had it countless times when his tanturms or emotions sent various objects flying around the mansion.
The fear not of others, but of oneself.
And even through his pain and grief at the others he cannot help but reach out, just as old John always did, and help atleast one scared child feel safe.
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dopedetectivetale · 6 months
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Friendship Tips2
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goblin-fiesta · 1 year
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a bicnh* (me) is drunk rn LETS GOOOOO
*disclaimer im drinking w/ a trusted friend & i had food + lots of water bc i have Obligationw(tm) tomorrow so
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