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sundove88 · 3 months
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A Storm of An Empty Shell (Jett, Broken Beyond Repair AU)
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A small vignette of an AU I’m making where Jett never healed and thus became a cynical, broken, and utterly empty husk of his former self.
Note: This is an AU I’m making where Jett never healed and became an empty shell of his former self. I call it Jett, Broken Beyond Repair. Jett obviously belongs to @jettthespeeddemon
Also, this is my first Angst AU! Yaaaaay!!
And this probably the darkest AU I’ve ever made.
It was the biggest thunderstorm all of Timeville had ever seen in its history. The rain was pouring down in buckets, the lightning danced across the bleak sky, and the thunder boomed like the drums of a rock concert. I had lost all hope, and inside of me, my cold dead heart beat as I watched the thunderstorm. Although I had been given the chance to be adopted by Iben and had taken it, things didn’t change that much.
“Now this town will experience hopelessness like no other.” I said to myself. At my words, the storm became worse and worse. The wind howled like a pack of wolves, and the rain poured down in torrents. A flood washed through the streets, and lightning plus thunder caused more damage than any weather phenomena.
The next morning, the entire town was devastated as people worked together to restore the destroyed city. As Iben approached me, I could see that she was horrified at what happened last night. The entire city had been destroyed beyond repair, and so was I. Broken beyond repair- an empty shell of the speed demon I had once been.
There was no heart of mine left to restore the balance of or a speck of humanity left in me. Only the cold, stormy, thundering void where it had once been.
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thethreedeadkings · 1 year
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narryleomessi · 11 months
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when i see people post about their wonderful mothers, or talk about their happy childhood, how much their mum loves them, i'm like "nahhh can't relate"
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naidje · 5 months
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Slaps top of me: this bitch can fit so many complexes and sexual trauma in her
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whoselabelisitanyway · 5 months
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It sucks to need help all the time. All the fucking time. It feels like no one can ever truly love you. Not you, not the real you, underneath the mess, and the accommodations, and the fucking struggle. That even if they could see that part of you, it wouldn't be enough. It's impossible to ever be enough to make up for everything you take from the world. All the help you constantly need. All the sorrow you can't hide.
Honestly, is there anything left underneath all that weight?
Too much work. Not enough reward.
I don't know how anyone could ever love me unless they just have a need to be needed. And then it's not really me they love, is it.
And even though I know all this, even though I feel like I'm constantly taking advantage of people's sympathy, I can't stop. I don't have the option. I need help all the time. And it sucks. It's the worst.
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hiddenprincessx · 1 year
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When my world is falling apart and I can no longer pick up the pieces wondering where I gone wrong wishing I could do something. But I'm too broken and I can no longer be repaired.
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strangestcase · 5 months
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DID YOU KNOW? Damage in the frontal lobe can cause emotional inestability, apathy, uncontrollable laughter, deficient hygiene, crassness, and inappropiate sexual behavior! Read all about the effects of brain damage here.
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OFC OP is the lunatic that thinks you can induce dissassociation with adulterated cocaine. Go back to huffing test tube fumes you quack
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Now, young man, no-one asked for your bloody opinion.
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Would you look at that, he just so happened to deactivate after I replied. Such are cowards.
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you areso intelligent and well informe d as always op .can we kiss
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Oh, flatterer. ^-^
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drewminyart · 13 days
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okay okay so i was remembering that bit in tsc where Jean goes to sit in the living room because `it was cluttered and chaotic, but it felt lived-in. He could sense the others' presence even if they weren’t around to bother him, and that was enough to take the edge off the loneliness eating at his heart.’ and i thought about the quilts Cat‘s grandma made to go in that room and i thought !!! what if she (or Cat) made one for Jean
making one of those is such a labour of love and such a gesture of devotion— a gesture that Jean has never been offered before (maybe with the exception of Kevin's magnets and postcards). he's never allowed that sense of family and security until he moves in with Cat Laila and Jeremy. it just makes sense that he would covet these tangible reminders of the fact that he is no longer alone and he is loved and valued beyond his performance on the court
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thethreedeadkings · 1 year
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Hang on, hang on. I can fix this.. it's not that bad.
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spreadeaglebeetle · 11 months
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HANDSOMELY SCULPTED GREEK WOMEN ARE LINING UP FOR ME THIS MONTH AND I AM ABSOLUTELY GOING TO EAT THEM UP AND STACK THEM IN MY SIGNATURE DETAIL 💥💥 (delusional)
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zer0point5ive · 5 months
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lawrence and amanda should bring adam back wrong i think .. get real weird and abomination against god with it and bring him back as some sort of fragile fucked up deadalive guy who freaks out about not having a heartbeat. or something
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navree · 1 year
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"as the black council sat to consider how to strike back, a raven arrived from harrenhal. ‘an eye for an eye, a son for a son,’ prince daemon wrote. ‘lucerys shall be avenged.’” ( insp. )
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betasuppe · 3 months
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A character who knows they're broken & damaged goods finding someone who doesn't think of them only as a fixer-upper or a issue to be mended, but loving them just as much of a broken mess that they are? That's the real deal right there♡
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missjashin · 7 months
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Robin meeting with Steve and kinda immediately starts going off how great it is that Steve and Eddie get along so well like good for you Stevie you really needed another friend from our age group where there is and never was any romantic feelings involved.
And then there’s Steve, awkwardly laughing like yeah that is so great… But mmmh, about that-
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fattylime · 9 months
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they've never done anything wrong in their wholes lives it's true it's true
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sculptorofcrimson · 2 months
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He tries to rise, trembling, weak. He wants to be on his feet when it happens. He wants to be standing when–
Worldbreaker catches him before he is even back on his knees. The clubbing blow breaks his left shoulder, ribs and left femur. He collapses, trying not to scream from the pain, and failing. Horus starts to bludgeon him, beating him repeatedly like a disobedient dog. There is no art in this any more. No martial skill. No patience. Worldbreaker shreds armour and flesh. It pulverises both collarbones. It ruptures a lung. A fine drizzle of blood fumes the air around the two figures, the brutal, beating giant and his prey. The sixth hammering impact twists Sanguinius’ head around, shattering his jaw, and transmitting such force that the skin on the left half of his face, from brow to chin, is flayed loose. It flutters, then drapes back like a slack mask.
As he falls forward, the Talon vices him again. It lifts the ruined, tattered Angel into the air, until he is face to face with the first-found instrument of Chaos.
Horus squeezes slowly. He is expecting some last word, some immortal and heroic declaration to mark the end of a majestic, noble life. It ought to be something good, something appropriate.
But Sanguinius is no longer capable of speech. He is drowning in his own blood.
The claws close. There is a double crack of spine and neck.
Horus waits. Blood drips. It’s done.
The Talon opens with a mechanical clack. His brother’s corpse, so loose and mangled it seems almost boneless, drops to the deck. An ugly sound of impact to mark an ugly ending.
The End and the Death, Horus v Sanguinius
He doesn't die like an angel. He dies like a dog, beaten and bloodied.
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