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jell-o101 · 1 year
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1 <<< 20 / END
EDIT- Remember to read the one before this. I couldn't upload the whole ending because it was over 10 images, PEOPLE!
Thanks for reading! This was definitely a CHALLENGE.
Imma do it again Ò.Ó.
Also, care for the post credit scene?
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queermarsworld · 27 days
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bloody-peach · 3 months
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Alternate scene from 'The Sun Always Shines on TV (Hazbin Hotel: Vox x Reader)
@omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk
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When Extermination Day came, you were just leaving the porn studio from a long night of doing re-shoots. The bell rang and you felt your heart sink. You tried to look where to hide, pushing your way through the screaming crowd. You pass by the electronics shop when you hear a familiar voice. "Y/N! Over here!" You turned and saw Vox's face on a screen. "Vox! It's time! Extermination Day! Oh my god, what do I do?!" "Listen to me, you're not too far from Velvette's place. Go to her place and stay with her there, she already knows to look out for you. I'll get there as soon as I can. Ok?" You nod, tears in your eyes. He sees your fear and says in a comforting voice before signing off, "It'll be okay, Y/N. I won't let them hurt you."
With that, you push through the crowd more and look around for Velvette. You knew where she lived, somewhat. Vox took you there a few times to get new clothes. But in this crowd, it was difficult to see. You see a few angels flying through the air, and you hoped none of them noticed you. "Y/N!" You turn and you see Velvette standing by a door, motioning you to hurry inside. You quickly go in, just barely missing being caught by an angel. You leaned on Velvette and gripped on her sweater. "Hey, hey, easy sweetheart, breathe," Velvette said calmly.
Velvette had you sit on her couch as she prepared some tea to help you relax. You were always able to rely on her for anything if Vox wasn't there. You got along great with her, she would call you things like 'darling' or 'sweetheart' and she soon ended up caring for you like a little sibling. Today was no different.
She sat next to you once she sat the cups at the coffee table and she held your hand and rubbed your back to comfort you. She had the news on which was broadcasting the entire event. You could barely hear Katie Killjoy talking to a ground reporter since you were still coming down from the adrenaline. You saw an announcer say 'this program was brought to you by VoxTek' and you had a horrifying thought.
Vox was still out there, trying to get to you. What if he gets caught and...
Velvette put her hand on your shoulder, breaking your train of thought. You look at her and see her smiling warmly, "Don't you worry, darling. Vox knows how to get past angels flawlessly. He'll be just fine." She did know Vox very well, so that did calm your nerves a bit.
But the bump on the door caused you to flinch and cling to her in fear, her holding you with a bit of that same fear. The door opened and closed, and then there were fast footsteps coming from the hallway. Could it be an angel breaking in? Whatever it was, it was quickly coming closer...
Vox ran into the room, panting and with a fearful look on his face. Before anyone could speak, you quickly got up and ran to him, hugging him tightly. "Vox!!" You cried. Vox grabbed you and held you, causing your emotions to crash over you as the adrenaline finally left you. "Shh, shh, it's okay now, Y/N. I'm here. You're safe. You're..safe..."
You could hear tears choked up in his voice and he hugged you tightly as you both dropped to your knees. He tried to hold back his tears, but he couldn't.
He could've lost you. When he heard the bells ring, he was so scared. He needed to find you and take you home. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't. Not you. He scanned every television in the district to find you and was so relieved when he did. He rushed out the door and ran towards the studio. And now that you were here in his arms, where he knew you were safe, he started to break down. His screen started to glitch and his audio started to skip as he tried to control himself. He was usually an narcissistic egomaniac, caring about himself, but when it came to you..it was all different. He needed you.
"Vox.."
"Y/N..please...stay with me...don't go...I love you..please..."
Those words made you cry even more, out of joy now.
"Vox...I love you too..."
"Y/N.."
After a few moments, Velvette said, "Aww, how sweet. About time you finally admitted it." This caused the both of you to stop crying, feeling a bit embarrassed. Especially Vox, he forgot Velvette was right there. "Well, now that you're here, best you stay for the night. I got a spare bedroom down the hall you can use. No need to thank me." Velvette touched your shoulder and smiled, happy for you. "Now get some rest, you two. You're both more strung out than a crackhead."
With that, you and Vox stayed the night and you both ended up forgetting about the world and what was happening outside and replaced the distant screams with panting, moans, and words of love.
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odinsblog · 3 months
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An alternate scene of Odin's death in Thor: Ragnarok
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fabseg-reader · 2 months
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Miraculous fanart: Reflekta (Chloenette AU/Alternate Ending)
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I present to you a sketch of the Miraclass (It's in pre-Volpina period).
It's the scene when the class breaks the "curse" of Juleka in Reflekta (1.21).
But it happens in an Alternate Universe where Chloé and Marinette are used to be childhood friends. More even, the two girls have been temporary lovers. Chloé is just a semi-bully instead of a full bully.
First rank, from left to right: Ivan, Nathaniel, Adrien, Chloé, Marinette, Alya and Kim
Second rank, from left to right: Nino, Rose, Juleka, Mylène, Sabrina Max and Alix
Original scene :
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Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir belongs to Thomas Astruc and Zagtoon.
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thatgaymood · 2 years
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The Byler moment we deserved.
This scene needed a rewrite. For my mental health. 😭🫠
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frankthesnek · 2 months
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✨️ New Story ✨️
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Split Down the Grain (rated E)
Stony (Tony Stark/Steve Rogers)
Missing scene, not realizing you're in a relationship, make up sex, Tony needs a hug
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Suddenly, everything seemed to shift. This didn't feel like a disagreement with a teammate. It felt like a fight with a lover—deeper, more intimate, with far more meaning behind it—but that was wrong. They weren't like that. All the arguments, all the verbal barbs they traded—that wasn’t a relationship. So their spats ended in sex nine out of ten times, fine, that was just blowing off steam for the good of the team. None of it mattered. None of it was meaningful. They were casual. They were liars.
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sugar-zacharie · 5 months
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Avon Catalogue is my favorite ARG
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Alternate kissing scene from the Pit And The Pendulum (1961) 👁️🫦👁️💧
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creataav · 4 months
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below is an alternate ending of a fic that I've been writing about secretlife!ldshadowlady ! I've been really enjoying it, and while this might not be the actual ending (or might it be??? we'll never know), i wanted to put it up to show it but also so that people get what the vibes of the fic itself are. I feel like I've been using a very particular, very metaphor - heavy writing style for this and I like it a lot! Enjoy! (also on ao3)
You say the whole world’s ending
Buddy, it already did.
You’re not gonna slow it, heaven knows you’ve tried.
Lizzie sighs into The Void, into the inky blackness that’s beginning to press down on her bones. Forcing her hair to float across her eyes. She lets it for a moment. There’s hardly anything left for her to see, and she could do with something bright and colorful in this vast expanse of darkness. Eventually, though, it itches at her cheeks and tickles her nose, and she gives up. She pushes it out of her face and stares upwards into the stars, one last time. She leans back, spreading her arms wide, palms up, the tips of her fingers dragging down towards the abyss. Like a fallen angel in Limbo, waiting for her fate. But her fate never comes. There is no death knell, no dramatic crack of lightning that scatters her belongings to the windless void. There is just silence and Lizzie’s breath, and the slightest clink of her axe against the empty glass bottles that held her invisibility potions. It sounds hollower than it would have in the Overworld, she knows that as a fact, somehow. Everything sounds hollower here. It all gets swallowed by the black. At some point Lizzie knows that she’s no longer falling, just trapped in a stasis at the edge of The Void, hovering infinitely. She can just barely see the edge of the island Scott (she’s convinced it was Scott, she desperately wants her death to go towards some kind of narrative… something) knocked her off of.
A few sessions go by. No one pays her a visit. Apparently they’ve no reason to venture into the End. They’ll all have red tasks, now, all hinging on murder and violence. They won’t be given trivial things like “find the stronghold,” or “kill the Ender Dragon.” They’ll’ve descended into Keeper-mandated bloodlust. Lizzie wishes she could watch. 
Eventually, she hears a voice. It startles her, to hear someone else, something beyond the distant, meaningless vwoops of the endermen and the ambient noises of her own existence. She freezes, a hand going to her axe instinctively. The voice fades away for a moment. And then something… someone? Drops from the island above her. 
She stares up at it, eyes wide in confusion and in fear, muscles tensing even further like a deer in headlights. Or a cat caught messing with something it shouldn’t be. Or a faery, realizing too late it was lured and trapped in honey. 
Scar’s scarred face comes into her view, his arms spread in proper skydiving formation, his dark maroon cape flying out behind him. He yells something, but the words get swallowed by The Void. Lizzie rights herself, the most energy she’s spent while in The Void since the initial five minutes of screaming. She pats down her hair as best she can, tightens her space buns and adjusts the little, now dead, bits of holly she plucked from her berry bushes and stuck in them ages ago, straightens her axe. And then she waits for Scar to come within earshot. There’s no point in further destroying her voice to try and carry out whatever conversation he wants to have. They have all the time in the world. 
Scar hurtles toward her impressively quickly. Did she fall this fast? She could have sworn it took her weeks to fall. Scar takes less than an hour. Maybe the gods really do pick favorites. 
“I thought you might be down here,” Scar says once he knows she can hear him. 
Lizzie raises an eyebrow at him. “Were you looking for me?” Maybe they do remember her. 
Scar nods, but something dark flickers across his usually-peppy face. It lingers in his bloodstained irises. “I-“ He breathes out, hard. Pushes his hair back from his forehead. “We’re the only ones left. Everyone else- it was a bloodbath - Lizzie, they’re all dead.”
Lizzie wishes she could feel any kind of shock. She just takes the news with a calm, if a little cold, acceptance. “So you won.”
“That’s the thing. Everyone’s task was to win-“
“-how dramatic-“
“-yeah, Keeper’s got some flair- and so at the end of… everything… I walked up and hit ‘succeed’ and then it just gave me another book. Same task. ‘Win Secret Life.’”
“Right. And you think this has something to do with me.”
“I’m out of options.”
Lizzie frowns, biting her lip. “But I’m dead.”
Scar blinks. “I don’t think your body got the memo.”
“Well, yes, but at this point I must be dead. You must be, too, I suppose, if we’re both actually having this conversation.” She looks back over Scar. He seems remarkably alive. His usual perkiness is a little dimmed, sure, but who can blame him? He’s just witnessed the death of everyone else in this horrible game, that’ll do something to a man. “Why are you here, anyway? I can only assume it’s not for pleasure.”
“To be honest, I thought you might have some answers.”
“I’ve been faffing around at the bottom of The Void for weeks, what information would I be able to give to you?”
“Again, I ran out of options. Not even Grian talks to me anymore.”
“I imagine not, you did say everyone died.”
“Well, yeah, but I could swear he talked to me after I-“ He swallows. “After, uh, after Pearl died.”
A pang of pity shoots through Lizzie’s chest. She doesn’t have the heart to shoo it away. “I’m sorry, Scar. I don’t have any answers for you.”
“Maybe…” He trails off. His eyes flick around The Void, searching. They land on the sword at his side, and Lizzie’s fingertips drift toward the handle of her axe. “If one of us dies, the other one would win… right? That’s how these gods-damned games work.”
“Games? Plural?” Lizzie asks, twitchy. She remembers, of course. She remembers the other death game, and the empires, and everything else. But if she can derail Scar’s train of thought, maybe he’d stop looking at her so murder-y and start thinking up alternate solutions. 
“Yes, plural- I’m sorry, don’t really have time to explain, I just- It was always down to the last man standing, right? Even in the one with pairs,” One with pairs? Maybe she doesn’t remember everything. Scar keeps mumbling under his breath. His hand is gripping his sword fully now, Lizzie’s is tight around her axe. She’s mirroring him, even if he doesn’t fully realize what he’s about to do, the scope of the task he’s about to complete. 
“Scar, listen to me-“ She starts, but he isn’t listening, he’s trying to pace in The Void. His sword slides an inch out of its sheath with a screech, and Lizzie’s axe is in her hands before she can open her mouth to warn him further. He looks at her with red-glazed eyes. “You don’t want this, Scar.”
“It’ll be over either way, won’t it? That’s what I want.”
“You don’t want this, Scar!” Lizzie gestures wildly at the nothingness around her with her free hand. “This isn’t winning. Not even the Keeper will know who wins if we die here. This isn’t a victory.” 
“I don’t need to win. I just want to get out.” He lunges at her, sword sweeping dangerously close to her neck as she ducks out of the way, spinning slightly from the momentum having nothing to slow her in the nothingness. Strings of her hair float around her, now cropped close to her chin as Scar pulls back his sword again.
“I’m sorry, Scar.” She takes her axe in both hands and rushes at him, pulling it upwards above her head and kicking her legs out to add to the impact of it as it slams into scar. It cuts a gash through his cape, skin, and muscle, to the point where Lizzie can see where she’s chipped the bone that sits in the center of his sternum. He gasps, and the blood flows from him in a cloud. Lizzie has to rear back so she doesn’t get a faceful of it. Scar opens his mouth, but his eyes are already glazing over. His face isn’t angry. It’s open. It’s waiting. Lizzie senses a sizzle in the air, and his body is vaporized with a loud CRACK of lightning. His sword drifts out past him. So does a sunflower. Lizzie removes its head and places it gently against her ear. It’s just her and The Void, now. And whoever is left watching them. A voice whispers through her ears. Her shoulders roll back, eyes closing on their own. 
You’ve completed your quest The world is restored. He killed all the rest And you reaped his reward. You’re our last man standing You’re no longer red; you’re purple It’s time to start planning Come join our winner’s circle.
She keeps her eyes shut as she feels the air heat up around her. Her hair floats up and off of her shoulders, flying loose from her space buns and tickling her forehead. The hairs on her arms stand up, and Lizzie feels her shoulders relax. Whatever happens now is over. She’s won. She did it.
As the death knell chimes, her eyes stay shut. She’s seen all she needs to. This world was done. 
The lightning incinerates her, just as it did to Scar. In the end, all they are is just weapons, sunflowers, and berries, floating on the edge of nothing. 
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popironrye · 10 months
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Of all the deleted/alternate scenes in Renfield
The extended slaughter of the support group in the gym is the one I wished stayed in the final cut the most. Dracula going ham slicing through them is great, but a couple extras thrown in really emphasizes the sheer power and threat Dracula is. From slinging poor Carol in the air with a single swipe or flinging Bob's body over his head with one hand was so damn fun to watch.
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jell-o101 · 1 year
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1 <<< 18 / 19 / 20
I ran outta time to actually end this today. I go to work soon so THIS TIME I SWEAR THE END WILL BE TOMORROW
EDIT- Lol nope
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mythicalartistx · 9 months
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Vanitas & Repliku vs Riku scenario
I love Vanitas and he's a ball of chaoticness
So I like Vanitas and Repliku (Vanipliku) both platonic and non-platonic.
But what I love is chaoticness and what if they were bored and just decided to mess with og Riku because they're annoying like that.
And so they just mess with him like,
"Oh look we're together— the anti versions got together and are in love but you're still a coward whose afraid of the darkness that can't confess anything"
And they just poke at him because that's what they do.
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They'll be annoying little guys to him but maybe it make him do something?
But it's just a fun idea and poking fun at og Riku is kinda fun
I'M SORRY
He's my favorite character but I still like to do this
It's really entertaining having others just kind of mess with him especially in his post COM self.
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Then other times I'm like DON'T HURT HIM
Okay but also a Soriku vs Vanipliku scene would also be fun.
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Like the two opposites are at each other making fun of the other.
... I'm going to do a new post for this idea.
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kathanislilbitch · 6 months
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damonwinter alternate scene
correct me if I am wrong, but isn't Winter 16 when this scene takes place? why is Damon trying to get a 16-year-old pregnant man? and she is okay with it? WHAT IS HAPPENING? neither of them possesses enough brain cells to take care of themselves let alone a baby at 16 and whatever the fuck Damon's age is....
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alpaca-clouds · 6 months
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Hurt Begets Hurt [Alternate Gortash Confrontation]
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Okay, I could not help myself. I vented about it a bit, but I got frustrated in the last bit of Act 3, that my +17 Persuasion Bard was not given a chance to persuade people to do what I want. (In the case of Gortash: Cooperate with me.) So, I decided to write it out in the way I think it would have gone if the game gave me a chance to flaunt my Tav's charisma around.
Hurt Begets Hurt
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Shipping: Tav & Gortash, Tav & Karlach Genre: Alternate Scene
At Wyrm's Rock Fortress Astarion, Karlach and Shadowheart get ready to confront Gortash. But Tav has a different idea.
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fabseg-reader · 3 months
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Miraculous fanart: Lilanette (Akuma Date?)
Volpinette (Marinette and Volpina):
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I present you a new Lilanette image.
"Lila" is akumatized into Volpina. The Foxgirl keeps Marinette as her prisoner and she wants to bring her in a date. The Fox of illusions has already kissed Mari on the cheek.
Hoaxinette (Marinette and Hoaxer):
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Same situation as Volpina version but Lila is akumatized in Hoaxer from Revelation (5.20). And Marinette is angry at Hoaxer. The scarlet foxgirl is telling to the Alliance Ring users the biggest lie "revelation" Marinette has heard ever: Marinette and Lila are in a date !
The sketch version here:
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