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raccoon-wizard · 2 years

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And Their Love Was Saved

Hello. The time has once again come for me to hyperfixate on the criminally underrated choose your adventure And The Sun Went Out. I was appalled when I found out there are only EIGHT pieces of fanfic for this masterpiece, so naturally I had to make my own.

If you prefer to consume your fanfic via the superior AO3, you can read it here. If you're all too fond of this Hellsite™, simply stay here and enjoy.

If Dagger had shot the Protag on the jet. The opening is literally transcribed from the game itself, and what follows is my best attempt at keeping to the game’s writing style.

I felt dread filling me. It was clear Dagger was determined to take us all down with her.

Moti vibrated slightly in my pocket, reminding me of their support and care without giving away their presence on board. They were getting more cautious. I remembered how innocent they used to be, and it broke my heart.

Etienne cleared his throat, breaking the silence in his quiet way. “Let’s just… drop the guns and talk this out.”

Delores ignored him, but then she passed me a gun; cool and heavy in my hand. For one beautiful moment, I thought Delores was unarmed and our standoff was over.

Of course she wasn’t; she’d passed me a spare. She knew I was more likely to shoot it than Etienne.

Suddenly I realised with dread that there was no scenario where we would all walk out of the plane alive.

I moved sideways, forcing Dagger to try to watch Delores and I at the same time.

Then, everything happened all too quickly. But it simultaneously felt like it was unravelling in slow motion.

In the blink of an eye, Dagger turned to face me.

BANG!

BANG!!

“No!” Etienne cried.

“Teacher!” Moti’s voice came from my pocket.

Delores cursed under her breath.

I stood confused for a fraction of a second before the pain caught up to the adrenaline.

Blood had splattered the ceiling, but it wasn’t mine.

Dagger collapsed to the floor. I was on my way too, but a pair of strong arms caught me mid fall, making the pain worse.

My vision started to get blurry and my ears were ringing. A blinding pain was spreading from just below my collarbone. I felt blood slowly oozing out of the wound, warm and sticky.

Dagger had no hesitation killing me!

“Are you awake? Can you hear me?” Etienne’s pleading came from right above me. It must have been him holding me.

I tried to answer, but instead of words, blood came up on my tongue and I coughed. Etienne cussed in French.

“We need to save Teacher!” Moti screamed. They must have turned up their volume again.

“No kidding,” Etienne grumbled. I felt him lay me down on the floor. He put a hand over the wound and pressed down, sending a wave of agony through my very being.

Before I could stop myself, I screamed, the blood in my throat choking me. I tried to swallow it, the metallic taste making me feel even worse.

“I know, I know,” he said, his tone apologetic. “I’m so sorry, it’s gonna hurt. Just breathe, okay? Can you do that for me? Please?”

It wasn’t until now that I realised the shortness of breath I was experiencing, and I suspected it wasn’t Etienne’s closeness causing it this time.

“Teacher may be experiencing a sucking chest wound!” Moti said.

From what I could remember from first aid training, and from what I’ve seen in the past, that could be a big problem. I tried to voice my concern, but once again could only cough.

“Mister Etienne, you need to lift Teacher’s head!”

I felt Etienne’s hand in my hair, lifting me carefully. Under any other circumstances, I would have loved the feeling.

I still couldn’t catch my breath, but at least I wasn’t choking on my own blood anymore.

Etienne said something to the blurry blob standing next to us (I suspected that was Delores) and then a pillow was placed under my head.

“I’m gonna have to take a look at the wound, okay?” Etienne said to me. “I’m gonna let go for a second.”

“Wait!” Moti said. “Let me look! I can help!”

Even though I could barely see at this point, I could still make out Etienne’s disapproving scowl towards my little companion.

“Let them,” I choked out.

Etienne sighed. “Where are they?”

“Pocket.”

With a bit of fumbling, Etienne got the device out of my pocket without letting go of the wound. He handed it to Delores.

“Hold it,” he said. She tried to protest, but he glared at her, shutting her up. She took Moti begrudgingly, holding them so they could see clearly.

“Alright,” Etienne said. “We’re gonna have a look, okay?”

“I’ll count us in,” Moti said. “One, two, three!”

The pressure on the wound disappeared, and where I expected relief was more pain. I tried my best to not writhe too much, but it was a lot to handle. I ended up simply screaming in agony and trying to catch my breath. Tears were burning in my eyes.

Before I knew it, the pressure was back.

“So,” Etienne said. “What do you suggest?”

It was nice seeing Etienne and Moti working together despite their previous disdain for one another in the past.

It’s a shame I wouldn’t see more of it.

I could feel myself slipping away, my consciousness barely holding it together as the corners of my vision began darkening. I couldn’t breathe properly, and despite Etienne’s best efforts, blood was still leaking from my chest.

My eyelids felt so heavy.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey, no!” Etienne said, shaking me. His voice was trembling. “Don’t you fall asleep on me. Please.”

“Etti,” I tried to speak. Barely any sound came out.

“No, don’t,” he said, shaking his head, and I could feel a wet droplet on my skin. “Don’t speak, okay? Don’t tire yourself. We’ll figure it out. You, me, and Moti, ey? Just like we always do. I’ve never seen you give up on anything, so don’t you dare start now. I can't lose you too. Come on. Please. Please, my love, stay.”

“The others are coming now,” Delores said. “Get out of my way, loverboy. You’re in no state to save a life right now.”

Delores knelt down next to me, a first aid kit in hand. She began giving instructions, but Moti interrupted her with more efficient ones. She didn’t bother arguing.

I was so cold.

The pain was the only thing keeping me conscious.

That, and Etienne’s hand in my hair and his soft pleas for me to not go.

With all the strength I could gather, I looked up at him. Even this blurry, he was beautiful.

“Etti,” I whispered.

“Yes?” he said almost as quietly.

“Hand?” I tried to lift up my arm, which sent a new wave of pain through me.

“Don’t move, idiot,” Delores scolded me. “I’m trying to work here.”

The ringing in my ears got even more violent.

“I’m sorry, love, I’ll hold your hand later, I promise,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. I could barely hear him now, and he sounded like he was under water.

“Love?” I choked out.

Etienne nodded. “Yes. I'd rather have told you while you're not dying, but that's even more of a reason for you to stay alive.”

“Love,” I said, trying to keep eye contact. “Love.”

“Save it for when you're back on your feet, okay? I can wait. Don't rush now.”

My eyes weren't listening to me anymore. I couldn't keep them open.

The last thing I saw were Etienne's silvery eyes and the fear within them.

I was in the dark for what felt like an eternity, surrounded by owls. Every time I tried to reach out to one, it flew away.

And then they all started disappearing, and the darkness turned into light slowly.

I recognised the room around me as my hotel suite, and briefly wondered how they got me there without raising suspicion. Knowing Delores, I imagined some bribery, or maybe threats.

I blinked in the harsh light, and could finally focus on my surroundings.

One of my hands felt warmer than the other.

I turned my head to see what it was, and saw Etienne sitting beside me, his hands grasping mine. He didn't seem to be paying attention exactly, but he looked up at me.

He gasped for air shakily.

“Hi,” I said. As I opened my mouth, the metallic taste of my blood came back, even more disgusting than before.

He moved from his chair to the bed beside me and gently picked me up to embrace me in a hug. I felt like a ragdoll, but I tried to hold on to him.

“You made it,” he said. “For goodness' sake, I was so scared. Don't ever do that again.”

“Hey, I’m here now, aren’t I?” I said, trying to be smug.

Etienne let go of the hug to look me in the eyes. His face held so much pain, more than I've seen throughout our entire journey.

“You were dead,” he told me.

“What?”

“Your heart stopped beating. Longest three minutes and seventeen seconds of my life. I-” he looked away for a second, gulping, “I thought I was gonna lose you for good.”

Only now did I notice how red and puffy his eyes were.

“How long was I out overall?”

Etienne sighed. “Seven hours, thirty four minutes and about forty five seconds.”

“You counted?”

“What else was I supposed to do when the man I-” he stopped himself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn't impose on you like this. You nearly died.”

“Etti,” I said. “Say it. Please.”

He took a shaky breath. “When the man I love is dying beside me.”

I could feel a little smile creeping up on my face. I raised my shaky hand to his face and touched his cheek with the tips of my fingers. He looked transfixed.

“Your hands are cold,” he whispered.

“Says the Canadian,” I said, raising a chuckle from him.

I leaned forward to close the space between us. Etienne met me halfway.

Merely a second after we finally touched, the door flew open. We parted again, Etienne looking immeasurably annoyed. He laid his head on my shoulder, muttering French curses quietly. I laughed; it was adorable.

“Glad to see you back amongst the living,” Delores said. “We’re doing a debrief with the others.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now,” she said, leaving the room.

It was good to see some things never change.

“I don't know how you haven't quit yet, with a boss like that,” Etienne huffed, looking up at me again.

“If I had, you wouldn't have met me.”

“Don’t get sappy on me now.”

“Make me,” I said, and kissed him again, this time properly. He seemed taken by surprise, but pulled me closer almost by reflex.

The world might be ending, but I’d be damned if I let go of him. Or maybe it was precisely because of that; where else should one fall in love?

#and the sun went out #choices that matter #choose your own adventure #etienne sole #fanfic #fanfiction

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skylar-the-twig · 2 years

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You haven’t had the true Japan experience if this never happened to you😒

(I finished And the sun went out awhile back but I suddenly got a surge of investment so I made this💀)

#I LOVE THIS GAME #Etienne my beloved #choices that matter #and the sun went out #choices that matter and the sun went out #Etienne sole #Etienne #mc #aka me fr #art #fanart #video

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anonymous-and-ominous · 2 years

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I just finished playing "and the sun went out" from "Choices that matter", an app by tinman games.

And I. Am. DEVASTATED

I MAY HAVE KILLED EARTH AND ALL THOSE WHO LIVE ON IT WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY DOOMING THE MC AND MOTI ( CUTE AF AI)

what have I done

But for real, this is one of the best choose your next move games I've played and i loved it. Im going to play it again and get a better ending because NO

#and the sun went out #choices that matter #ctmatswo #moticon

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livingmeatloaf · 2 months

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There is only one way to make a truly wonderful Avatar adaptation, not matter how bad it turns out to be:

A professionally shot, full length stage production of the Ember Island Players' Fire Nation propaganda version of the events

#avatar the last airbender #Atla #Think about it! It has no downsides!#There's only a few scenes that are fleshed out in the show so they can reference or fully do those and expand elsewhere #Even if the scenes are done poorly of course they are #Bad casting choices? Typical of the EIP!#The only casting choice that matters is the biggest buffest dude for Toph #There could be a behind the scenes feature during the intermission to show all the special effects #And there could be character cameos but not anywhere close to the camera so they are vague figures in the background

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timedyne · 2 months

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yuzu and citra are dead because the yuzu/citra devs shot themselves in the foot. they continually POSTED footage and updates pertaining to games THAT WEREN'T OUT YET, which gave nintendo actual foothold to take them down for encouraging piracy. this is recorded directly in the legal documents for the case. they also (apparently, this is according to my friend who is more active in the emulation scene than i and i don't know of any recorded proof so take it with a grain of salt) straight up shared links to piracy sites in their discord which is an obvious no-no for any emulator???? and people straight up going on nintendo's OFFICIAL SOCIAL MEDIA POSTS saying "fuck you i'm just going to emulate [insert game here] using yuzu" which is. well. loose lips sink ships.

fuck nintendo and all that, but this is almost entirely on the backs of the devs for being stupid. to any aspiring emulator devs out there: don't post about anything relating to piracy ever, especially don't post about the games THAT YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO HAVE ACCESS TO YET, and wait a while before saying a brand new game is playable on your emulator.

also: they settled out of court. no judge saw the case. this isn't setting any sort of legal precedent. all of your other favorite emulators are fine for now as long as they don't make the same stupid mistakes yuzu was making.

#blurry speaks #also they had some. questionable. coding choices but that has nothing to do with the matter at hand #gaming #emulation #emulators #yuzu #citra #nintendo #nintendo switch #nintendo 3ds #nintendo emulation #<-- slew of tags because i want people to see this

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dopplerdora · 7 months

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So I binge read Dungeon Meshi and I have to say I really love this moment. I hate in fiction when characters get possessed or hurt or have like 99.9% of their life stolen, and they just get better after the immediate problem is solved.

Marcille has been worrying over her hair since the start of the story and it's been plot relevant multiple times. She cared about her hair and the styling alot, and now she can't even remember how she styled it. She can't remember how she did it even if she wanted too. It seems like a light loss at first but her hair was important to her and from what we know of how having a desire eaten works she can't even remember why she cared.

When Chilchuck does her Hair she doesn't care how it looks, just that it's out of the way. She can't even recognize that it's childish, somthing she would have noticed immediately before. She goes straight to cutting it, somthing she only did when Senshi was at risk or dying. Not only that but before she only cut a bit, here she just goes to chopping it all off immediately.

Basically I love that there are consequences that will effect these people for their entire lives. I love Laios being a little hungry forever. I love Falin having weird feathery bits. I love Marcille losing a part of herself. Because when you risk it all and make hard or bad choices... it should matter.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #marcille donato #dungeon meshi spoilers #consequences #i love consequences #chilchuck #choices should matter #long term effects #falin thorden #laios thorden

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liquidstar · 7 months

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look this site really is awful for ppl with OCD so i just wanna reassure anyone that you are not Tainted Forever for consuming a piece of media with questionable content. the fact that youre able to recognize it speaks to your critical thinking skills, which is good, certain depictions should be critiqued. but you dont need to ruminate on it to the point where you begin to feel guilty for simply witnessing gross or creepy writing choices. you dont have to vindicate yourself to the fictional tumblr discourser inside your head, saying that youre now a bad person bc you watched the wrong anime. your actual response to it still matters of course, but thats that and this is this. just seeing it is neutral, you didnt commit a thought crime. its literally fine.

IF YOU ARE USING THIS POST TO ONLY FURTHER YOUR STUPID PEDANTIC BLACK-AND-WHITE DISCOURSE TO GET A "GOCHA" OVER THE OTHER SIDE YOU ARE THE PROBLEM. DON'T USE OUR DISORDER TO VINDICATE YOUR BEHAVIOR. THOUGHT CRIMES ARENT REAL BUT ACTIONS STILL MATTER. PEOPLE WITH OCD ARE CAPABLE OF THINKING CRITICALLY ABOUT OUR ACTIONS AND RESPONSES, EVEN WITH INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS AND RUMINATIONS. TREATING US AS IF WE CANNOT, ONLY TO FORCE US TO USE YOUR STRINGENT UNNUANCED DISCOURSE OPINIONS ABOUT "PURITY CULTURE" (TRIGGERING TO THOSE WITH OCD) AS THE ONLY REASONABLE GUIDE DOES MORE TO EXACERBATE OUR OBSESSIONS THAN HELP US. YOU ARE THE ISSUE AS WELL. YOU ARE ALSO THE TUMBLR DISCOURSER INSIDE OUR HEADS. DO NOT USE US FOR YOUR DISCOURSE. WE ARE PEOPLE, NOT HYPOTHETICALS TO USE TO EXPLAIN IF YOUR FROZEN INCEST FANFICTION IS OKAY OR NOT. TREATING US AS IF WE CANNOT AUTONOMOUSLY HAVE OUR OWN OPINIONS ON WHEN MEDIA IS TANGIBLY HARMFUL IS ABLEIST. FORCING US TO ABIDE BY YOUR IN-GROUP'S SET OF UNEQUIVOCAL MORALS IS ABLEIST. ACTING AS THOUGH THE ONLY SOLUTION FOR US IS MINDLESS MEDIA CONSUMPTION IN WHICH "EVERY DEPICTION OF XYZ, NO MATTER HOW POORLY DONE OR EXPLOITATIVE, IS ALWAYS OKAY AND IF YOU DISAGREE YOURE ACTUALLY AN EVIL 'ANTI'" IS ABLEIST. THOSE ARE THE SAME BLACK-AND-WHITE MORALS THAT SEND US INTO OBSESSIVE SPIKES, BUT FLIPPED. A SET OF MORALS IN WHICH QUESTIONING THE IMPACT OF A PIECE OF WORK MAKES YOU AN "EVIL CONSERVATIVE PURITAN "ANTI"" DOES NOT HELP MORAL OCD.

YOU ARE THE DAMN TUMBLR DISCOUERSERS MAKING THIS SHIT WORSE FOR US! YOURE THE EXACT SAME BUT WITH FLIPPED BUZZWORDS! YOU'RE MISSING THE WHOLE DAMN POINT!

#the fictional tumblr discourser inside your head is like the opposite of critical thinking its just extremes #blocking that helps you form better thoughts and come to a better understanding of why said content can be harmful in said depiction etc et #and to be clear shutting off all critical thoughts is not the solution either bc then you end up with.... Those People #the ones who jack off to lolicon on ao3 and think its the same artistically as lolita x_x #this post is not a vindication for that sort of thing. or say like actively supporting an openly bigoted series or author #those are different things because they are actual choices and actions. you chose to respond that way #thats what i mean when i say your actual response still matters. as in your actions surrounding it

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profeminist · 6 months

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NICE JOB OHIO! ABORTION RIGHTS ENSHRINED IN STATE CONSTITUTION

Dave Wasserman

@Redistrict

"I've seen enough: in a victory for the pro-choice side, Ohio Issue 1, a measure to establish a right to an abortion in the state constitution, passes."

#ohio #abortion #abortion rights #feminism #feminist #voting matters #election 2023 #reproductive rights #reproductive justice #pro choice #pro-choice #Issue 1 #politics #news

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rait-h · 2 years

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silence i am in my and the sun went out phase and i dont think it'll be a long phase so let me treasure it

there is almost 0 content of atswo and im heartbroken because of that

i will not hesitate to talk about how well written the story is how hot amazing sharon and etienne are and how moti is the best 👊

as soon as you mention the game i will do so

this is how an overly emotional person deals with a really good story ✊👊✊👊✊👊

ps @everlastingloathe might have been a victim but i've been holding back 👹 i ain't spoiling non for my wifey unless im talking about etienne

#and the sun went out #choices that matter #text based game #interactive fiction #raith rants #figured id make a rant tag because i could do this often #i lOVE ETIENNE #AND SHARON

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linterteatime · 10 months

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Some random sillies for the funsies

The og thingys

#deltarune #utdr #noelle holiday #kris dreemurr #spamton #fanart #my art #My lineart is not consistent at all #like whatever comes out will be whatever comes out #I have no say in the matter😔...#Anyways which one do y'all prefer? I can't change it lol but it could be fun to know if there is a preference #or maybe y'all don't mind either #that's a choice too

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raccoon-wizard · 2 years

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And Their Hearts Were Mended

This is another Choices That Matter fic I threw together because I simply love Etienne too damn much; an extension to the epilogue.

You can also read it on AO3.

I don’t remember any of the journey back to Earth. I spent it alone, staring at Moti’s now empty case, stroking the tiny display and trying not to cry.

We saved the world. Moti saved the world. I should be ecstatic. I should be looking forward to the days to come. Instead I was sulking, bitterly wishing I’d found another way.

I blindly followed Chen and Dai’s instructions, now much more clumsily without Moti to assist me, but I managed.

Sailing the raft towards the African coast was strangely the most sickening part of this whole ordeal. I hate boats.

As we neared land, I could see what was left of our little private army waiting for us. Along with a bunch of press and what seemed to be the local military. I gulped - I had not thought that far into the future to consider what would happen to us once we succeeded.

I got out of the boat with wobbly knees, glad to have left the bulky spacesuit behind on the shuttle. I couldn’t keep my balance properly and didn’t want to make a complete fool of myself in front of all those people, so I sat on the sandy ground, ignoring the salty waves soaking my legs.

I looked up and saw Etienne sprinting towards me. He stopped in a skid, kicking sand all over. He practically fell next to me, reaching out to cradle my face in his hands.

“Hey,” he said softly. “How was space?”

He was smiling, but I could see in his eyes that he knew exactly what happened.

He was trying to cheer me up.

“You saved the world,” he said.

“I’ve done nothing,” I shook my head. “It was all Moti.”

“Don’t say that,” he said. “They wouldn’t have become the Moti the world needed if it wasn’t for you. You’re a hero.”

He leaned over to kiss me on the temple, and that simple, loving gesture finally broke me. My eyes welled up with tears, and before I could stop myself, I sobbed.

“Oh, honey,” he said and pulled me into a tight embrace. I clutched fistfuls of his raggedy t-shirt as I cried into his chest.

“It’s okay,” he whispered as he ran his hand through my hair. “It’s alright. I’m here. This shirt is ruined anyway.”

I forced an awful bark of laughter and finally brought myself to return the hug. After another moment, I looked up at him.

I knew the world was saved, but I still felt like I needed to say the words out loud in case something happened.

“I love you, Etti.”

The softest smile spread across his face. “I love you too.”

With one hand in my hair, he pulled me closer and kissed me. I leaned into his touch, finally allowing myself to relax in his arms.

It would be okay. Eventually.

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After the whole ordeal with The Company was over (with a ton of Delores’ help), and after the whole world in general settled down, I finally went and bought a proper home - the tiny apartment I used to occupy felt too sad now, too reminiscent of the past. And since The Company somehow kept sending money to my account (despite me refusing their offer), I could afford a nice place; a huge house on the edge of town with an enormous garden.

That was where I liked to spend most of my time nowadays.

I never used to be a fan of garden work, I never really had the time for it in the first place, but after everything that had happened, it felt nice to simply sit in the grass and dig in the soil. It was peaceful.

I knew Moti would approve.

Etienne liked the garden almost as much as I did. One would think that after the days he’d spend taking care of the park, more outdoor time would be the last thing on his mind, but he enjoyed it. When he didn’t feel like helping with the plants, he would sit in the hammock and tell me about the new things he’d discovered that day. After all, the natural world had turned upside down - quite literally.

I could listen to him ramble about animal behaviours all day long. And I did, most days. Listening to people talking about whatever they were passionate about had to be one of my favourite things. And when they were as cute while doing it as Etienne was, I didn’t even mind the repetitive nature of it sometimes.

“...and get this, the weasels- why are you looking at me like that?”

Sometimes I would forget what I was doing and just sit there and watch him talk instead, frozen in the middle of digging out a patch of thistles like a fool.

An absolutely lovestruck one at that.

“God, how did I land someone like you?”

The tips of his ears turned red. “What, a nature nerd that gets excited about the migration patterns of raccoons?”

“And such a pretty one at that.”

He looked away, trying to hide a smile. “You’re one to talk, hot stuff.”

Despite both of us being pretty open with our affections for one another, it was still easy to turn each other into a speechless, blushing mess.

Etienne got up from his hammock and walked over to me. He sat down next to me and kissed me on the temple - that became our thing since that time after the rocket landing. He was a little taller than me, which lended itself perfectly for this.

I loved it every single time.

“I think you might wanna pay more attention to where you’re digging instead of swooning over me,” he said with a cheeky grin.

I looked down and noticed for the first time that I’d dug out an entire patch of alliums.

Etienne laughed. “I don’t think your flowers will do great if you tear them out of the ground every time you look at me.”

“Not my fault you’re prettier to look at than all of them combined.”

He scoffed. “You big softie.”

I simply had to kiss him.

So there we were, making out in the middle of a flower bed like we were teenagers sneaking away from their parents on a school night.

It was spring, and the sun was shining a golden light on our beautiful world.

xxx

Of course not all our days were filled with sunshine and smiles. Our grief was still there, haunting us.

Etti had his new MotiCon on silent mode permanently because he knew the chirps made me jump every time I heard them. We had to avoid the news completely since they were still bringing up all the casualties that our great plan brought about. We had someone on our doorstep nearly every day, either to thank us for being such brave heroes, or to blame us for the death of their loved ones.

Of course nights were the hardest. The darkness was all too familiar.

Both of us took up learning about the stars above our heads, just so we were able to check they’re the right ones whenever we woke up in the middle of the night. When it was me waking up first, I would go to the kitchen to get myself a cup of tea, both to try to get myself to fall asleep and to not disturb Etti too much when I was moving around.

I sat on the kitchen counter, feet dangling in the air, a steaming cup of chamomile tea with honey next to me, and mulled over the memories. Over our friends, over our enemies, over our fear.

I got so invested in feeling sorry for myself that I didn’t hear the footsteps. I only noticed Etti’s presence when he wrapped his arms around me. I flinched, but once I realised what was going on, I relaxed into the embrace.

“Hey you,” I whispered, returning the hug. “Why are you up?”

He hummed something unintelligible and laid his head on my shoulder. “Big sad,” he finally said.

People often described grief with big words and complicated metaphors. And sometimes they were right, and explained the feeling well. But most times, two plain, single syllable words encapsulate it best.

This time I was the one to kiss him on the temple. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No,” he grumbled. “I wanna sleep.”

“Go back to bed then.”

“But you're not there,” he said and looked up at me. “What are you doing awake?”

I chuckled. “Big sad.”

“Come be sad with me.”

I downed the rest of my tea and hopped off the counter as Etienne pulled me by the hand.

We lay together, Etti’s head on my chest and I played with his hair while we slowly dozed off. Some nights were difficult. But we managed. As long as we had one another, as long as we could hold each other close, hearing our heartbeats as we slept, everything was okay.

#choices that matter #tin man games #fanfic #fanfiction #and the sun went out #etienne sole

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mobius-m-mobius · 7 months

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Mobius, I know you’re trying to help me, but we should be dealing with the bigger problem here. He Who Remains.

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #marveledit #lokiedit #loki spoilers #them crammed in the corner only to pan across a whole damn mile of empty space to that poor employee took me OUT 💀🤣#and loki trying to move even closer!!!#no matter which timeline they'll never learn personal space i'm sure of it 🙏💖#and fr their chemistry... god i'd watch them go back and forth on a topic of choice over literally any other media in existence #also i'm so obsessed w/ the way owen says 'horrible' PLEASE don't ask how many times i've replayed the clip .___.#owen wilson #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

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bet-on-me-13 · 5 months

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The Timeline Shifted, and Sam is conflicted...

So! A Timeline Shift occurs one day (thanks Barry) while Team Phantom are in the Ghost Zone helping Clockwork with a few things. As they are going back to the Human World, Clockwork gives them another cryptic piece of advice.

"Unfortunately the world will not be the same as it once was. Samantha, you will find this especially Jarring, but keep an open mind."

Before they can ask what happened, he shoves them through their own respective Portals, and Sam lands in an Alleyway in Gotham.

She is confused, but a green glowing sticky note appears in front of her telling her 'go to the nearby park, you will see what I was talking about'

She walks over, and sees a lady with Green Skin tending to some flowers. Her head is covered by a Hat, so Sam can't see her face.

They strike up a Conversation, and Sam finds that this Lady is great. She loves taking care of Plants, she hates it when Companies pollute the Earth, and she even has Plant Powers just like Sam!

It occurs to her that she never asked for the Lady's name, so she asks and the lady lifts her Hat to reveal her face. And Sam freezes.

"Oh, sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Pamela Isley."

Thats her Mom's Maiden Name.

This lady has her Mom's Name.

This is her Mom.

Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh shit.

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#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Samantha Mason #Sam Mason #Pamela Isley #Barry shifted the Timeline #Pamela never married into the Mason Name and moved to Gotham #She struck up a love for Botony and eventually becomes the Ecto Terrorist Villain Poison Ivy #She is the complete opposite of what she used to be #Sam is conflicted #On one hand She loves this new direction for her mother and now she feels like she can relate to her so much more #On the other hand she thinks that her mom should have had a choice in the matter and wishes she could have chosen this on her own #Is it taking advantage of the situation if the old version of her mom technically never existed?#Also to add an extra layer of Crack #Sam's Dad was born a girl in this timeline and studied psychology #You see where this is going #Sam's Dad is now Harley Quinn

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