#endings are hard

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

so i’m a bit confused, did they jake marco tobias and ax all end up dying at the end? like ax i’m pretty sure is dead but idk really and same with the others

Eh, I think it's deliberately up to the reader. I know I'm the only person on the planet who feels this way, but I love the structure of that ending — it leaves a lot of room for fans to come up with reads where they're alive, reads where they're dead, reads somewhere in between.

Evidence they might be alive:

As a different fan pointed out (@derinthescarletpescatarian was it you?), the series's line "ram the Blade ship" is clearly meant to parallel the moment in Andalite Chronicles where Elfangor literally tries to ram the Blade ship — BUT that earlier moment is a bluff, and results in no fatalities. So if there's that foreshadowing in Andalite Chronciles, then maybe Jake is bluffing as well and the Rachel is fine.

There's also the foreshadowing in Ellimist Chronicles. The specific way that prologue is phrased seems to imply that an Animorph (as in, just one) is about to die young. Rachel dies a lot younger than her friends regardless of how you take it, but you could also take that prologue to mean that she's the only one who will die unusually young.

Evidence they might be dead:

There are several hints in the second half of #54 that Jake views this whole thing as a kamikaze mission, and has no exit plan for anyone. Marco especially both assumes Jake's looking for an elaborate way to die redeeming himself, and that Jake is asking him and Tobias to try and get Ax out or die trying.

Related, there's the motif of Jake taking on Rachel's role any time she's gone. It's there in #16, #21, MM2, and #42, but it's a major thread throughout #53 and #54; Marco repeatedly describes Jake having "Rachel's smile." If Jake is trying desperately to follow in Rachel's footsteps, then arguably he succeeds.

Cassie describes herself and Marco as "the only two real survivors of the war" (#54). Given the overall bleak tone of the book — Visser Seventeen dies but it costs too much, Visser Three goes to prison but it doesn't really matter, Jara never lives to see his people freed, Arbron dies winning freedom for his, the Animorphs get their dream lives postwar and all those dreams prove hollow — an ending where everyone but Cassie dies would fit thematically.

Other options I like:

A Valhalla-like scenario where the Animorphs end this lifetime but in the process transition to fighting cosmic battles against deities like Crayak and Father and The One, serving as avatars for Toomin.

A sario rip on impact that sends the Animorphs elsewhere and/or elsewhen — they can't ever go home to their own reality, but they have other adventures afterward.

Deus Ex Time Matrix, or Elfangor-from-20-years-ago interrupting the crash because (among other things) he doesn't feel like dying in the war and doesn't want his kid or his brother to do so either.

Cassie's temporally grounded, so she just, like, uh, resets the timeline somehow.

The One barfs out the Blade ship after getting body-slammed by the Rachel, and in the process somehow or other barfs out Rachel and everyone else who ever died on board.

See? This is all so much more rich and interesting and interactive than a simple wrapped-up ending.

#animorphs #animorphs spoilers #animorphs meta #the beginning #endings are hard #the one we got fits thematically #even if it's not what most people would have wanted for the characters

[dichromaticdyke]

Fic request! Toki and Skwisgaar go to Disney because they just REALLY want some Dole Whip but they get stuck on It’s A Small World for WAAAAY too long when the ride breaks down and they watch their sanity melt before their eyes like a Dole Whip in the sun. Will this bring them together or tear them apart?

this is too long to be a 3-sentence fic, but too short to be put on ao3, so let's just put most of this under the cut.

also, no one tell these idiots—you can buy premade dole whip mix. dole themselves even published the recipe, jean-pierre could've done it. the tragedy below could've been avoided 😔

"Can'ts believes you dumb dildo makes me goes all da way to Disneylands just for some fuckings ice creams," Skwisgaar grumbled as he and Toki reached hour one stuck on It's A Small World. "You ates four cups of it, you's already used you's inskulins, and dis damn songs ams gonna be stucks in mine head for eternities!"

"It ams okay," Toki replied, his voice completely uncertain and his face filled with terror. His eyes were wide and unfocused, staring blankly ahead at the lifeless dolls on the attraction. "Dey saids we woulds be movings shortly."

"Dey saids dat forty-five minutes agos!" Skwisgaar screeched. Someone in the row behind them kicked their seat, and Skwisgaar held his head in his hands. "I'ms gonna fuckings kills you, Toki."

"We's gonna be movings soons," Toki whispered. "We's gonna be movings soons..."

--

Hour two had come, and they had not, in fact, started moving. Skwisgaar couldn't tell if the song had sped up or if it had slowed down. Of course he didn't have his guitar on him—this was supposed to be nothing more than a trip for ice cream. Why did he listen to dumb dildo Toki and agree to get on just one ride?

If Skwisgaar had any faith that he would be able to beat Toki in a physical fight, he would strangle him right now. Instead, he considered how deep the water on the attraction was and if he should just swim out of there and leave Toki behind.

Toki. He hadn't moved this whole past hour, and he was still muttering to himself. At some point, he had stopped muttering in English and had switched to Norwegian, and he was too quiet for Skwisgaar to even attempt a guess at what he was saying. He was no stranger to Toki going catatonic in times of stress, but normally that was due to bicentennial quarters or a trigger from his childhood. This song was annoying for sure, but it wasn't like those creepy dolls were a particular trigger for him.

"Toki, ams you okays?" he asked. He hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder, and Toki didn't so much as flinch or look down. He seemed to be too far gone.

It was creepy. Swimming away was seeming more and more like the preferred option.

--

Two hours, fifty-seven minutes, and thirty-eight seconds in, and something in Toki finally snapped. "Alright you loud fucking dolls, I'll show you a world of laughter!" he screamed in Norwegian.

Skwisgaar jumped at Toki's outburst, unable to stop him as Toki stood up and jumped out of the boat and into the water. "Toki!" he yelled. "What ams you doesing?"

Toki couldn't hear him—he was swimming towards the stage with all the animatronic dolls. The song had cut off suddenly, and there was a frazzled voice over the PA system begging for him to stop. But whether Toki had temporarily gone deaf in his hysteria or was simply ignoring them was unclear. He surfaced at the end of the room, heaving himself up to the colorful stage. He grabbed hold of the nearest doll—one that appeared to be Danish—and smashed it against the wall.

Skwisgaar smiled a bit. "Dere you goes, Toki," he said. "Fucks de Dutch."

The lights turned on in the attraction, but this also didn't deter Toki, who was quickly moving to smash other dolls in his frenzy. Skwisgaar watched in terrified, yet impressed, awe as two security guards approached from behind one of the walls, immediately tasing Toki. He collapsed onto the ground, and Skwisgaar let out another chuckle. Poor Toki was going to be banned from Disney for life, he was sure.

#ask.mj #nyoomkitty #fanfic #Metalocalypse #Skwisgaar Skwigelf #Toki Wartooth #made by mj #endings are hard

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Hand in Hand (part four)

@whumptober Alt. 10: Shaking + Alt. 06: Playing Cards

cw: aftermath of whump

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When they're done with Wes, when his body is limp and trembling, they unchain Dan and drag him out of the cell. He asks them to let him check on the unconscious man, in a voice hoarse from screaming for them to stop, but they ignore him. He knows they're taking him to Swift.

Dan doesn't realize how cold the cell is until he's taken out of it, the warmer air of the hallway easing some of the tension out of him, though it's not enough to make a difference. Even with the men supporting him on either side, walking is difficult. His head throbs, and his legs shake with every step, threatening to give out. He's gone longer without food, longer without sleep, taken harder hits, but the combination of the three is hell on his body. It's a miracle he's still on his feet.

Mercury Swift is sitting at a table when they reach her, a pack of playing cards in hand. She doesn't even glance up as the men push Dan into the chair across from her, not bothering to restrain him before leaving the room. He knows why. All the assurance they need that he won't try anything is back in the cell.

"Are you ready to tell me your terms?" he asks once they're alone, but Swift acts as if she didn't hear, idly shuffling the cards from hand to hand. The movement looks bizarre; Dan never took her for the type of person who likes having fun.

At last her hands are still, and her gaze slides across the table to land on him. The look in her eyes is one of appraisal. Is she taking in the fresh bruises? The way he's gripping the table to stay upright?

"Do you play rummy?" she asks.

"Some," he replies, easing his forearms onto the table and leaning heavily on them. Better support. Less swaying. "What happens if I lose?"

"I'm not a gambler, Mr. Melchior," she says with a heavy sigh. "I only wanted some company. Maybe a challenge, if you're any good."

He won't let himself believe her. It'll be so much worse if he goes in expecting mercy; better to brace himself for the worst outcome. But he isn't going to turn down the game either, not when the alternative is probably returning to the cell for another twenty-four hours. "Then let's play."

Dan takes deep breaths through his nose as she begins to deal the cards. His head feels like it's full of gravel, and the rest of him... well, the rest of him feels like it just took a beating. Still, he needs to try and stay sharp. He can't let the waiting game go on forever; he needs to figure out what she wants.

They play a few rounds in silence before he tries. His hands shake as he sorts his cards, and he isn't sure if it's nerves or exhaustion.

"If all you wanted was a partner for cards, you could've asked," Dan says, laying a three-of-a-kind onto the table.

"Mm. Isn't that what I just did?"

"Without torturing my friend," he adds, trying to make the accusation sound light. Friendly.

"You admit you're friends then?" She lays down a sequence of her own. "He isn't insignificant?"

Dan clenches his jaw, wincing as the movement spikes pain through his bruised cheek. "I know the stakes," he says, drawing a card. "I swear, I'll do what you want if you stop hurting him."

"Why, I haven't lain a finger on him."

"You give the orders. Or do you mean to imply you don't have control over your new army?"

Her eyes darken as she looks up from her cards. "Careful, Mr. Melchior, that's hardly polite."

"My apologies," Dan mutters, letting the silence draw out as she considers her next play. So far, even her responses have just been another way to toy with him. He needs to be more direct. "What do you want from me?"

"Nothing," she says.

"Nothing," he repeats. There's no way. Why keep him alive at all, if she wants nothing? Why force him to listen to Wes scream, if she wants nothing?

Swift finally lays out a sequence of cards. "What could you possibly give me?"

Dan makes his own play immediately. "You're the one who came to me," he says. It was months ago, but that changes nothing. Before that day, he'd never once heard the name Mercury Swift. He wishes that were still true. "You're the one who wanted to meet with me."

"And now I have what I want. My new army." She pulls apart the sequence he's played, adding it to her own.

"Then why am I still breathing?"

"Maybe I thought you'd entertain me."

No. No, that can't be it. He knows she's a schemer, she must have some bigger plan than breaking them both for her own amusement. She let Wes live, let Dan know he's alive. She wants his compliance with something.

"Maybe," he says. "But I think you need me. You need my image." That has to be it. Physically, he's only one man, hardly enough to make a difference in the grand scheme of things. Strategically, she can't trust him. But if she truly wants to take over the known universe, she'll need more than pure strength. She'll need support from those of a similar mindset.

"If the world sees me agreeing with your cause, willingly conceding leadership to you, don't you think they'll take you more seriously?" He's almost certain his hands are shaking from nerves now. He's holding his cards with both, digging his elbows into the table to try and keep Swift from noticing the tremors.

But she smiles at his words, not looking up from her own cards. "Now you're speaking reason."

Dan lets out a shaky breath. At least he's made some sort of progress. At least he's less in the dark, but he can't rest yet. "Alright," he says. "If that's what you want. I can play your loyal dog."

"Play?" Swift draws a card. "Hardly. I want you to become it. Convince me it's your true nature."

"I will," he says. He has to, doesn't he? "If you let my friend go."

When Swift lets out a short laugh, he knows she won't. He already knew it wouldn't be so simple, but he had to try.

"Do you really think I'm stupid enough to take you at your word? A good leader ensures they can trust their underlings. A smart leader has collateral."

Dan clutches his cards tighter. "So he stays. Fine. But if you hurt him--"

"I will hurt him," Swift cuts him off. "Every time you step out of line, he will pay the price. But you already knew that, didn't you?"

He did. "Mercury--"

"It's your turn."

Dan lets his shoulders drop, leans heavier on the table. He plays one card, adding it onto an existing sequence. "Will you at least give me a show of good faith?" he says, his voice quiet.

"Good faith?"

He swallows. "Unchain him. Let him rest, give him food and water. Please. You have nothing to lose by treating him humanely." At this point, it's all he can hope for. He can wait. Play her game. He just needs to keep Wes alive until he can come up with a way to outsmart her.

"Hm. I'll think about it," she says, and lays down the last of her cards. "I suppose a dog is better controlled if the leash is maintained."

~ ~ ~

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @kixngiggles @shywhumpauthor

#whumptober2023 #no.9 #no.10 #playing cards #shaking #altprompt #oc #fic #riotkingsau #angst #psychological whump #two for one cause im tired #im so bad at ending things sorry lol #aftermath of whump #<<this isn't the actual ending i just mean ending chapters #endings are hard

[sarabethsilver]

IT'S DONE.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls fanfiction #literati fic #literati #endings are hard #hope i did them justice #maybe i can sleep now

[electronicwitchcollection]

I think the thing I struggle with most when writing, is the ending. Wether it be a short one shot or a 100 chapter story, the ending is what I always struggle with.

When I start my conclusion, two sentences always come to mind, from way back when I was a child and started learning about creative writing.

“And they lived happily ever after” and “they woke, realising it was all a dream”

The thing about these two endings, is that they’re so full of promise and hope. You found the love of your life, all is well, and you quite literally live the rest of your life in perfect harmony. The happiest you could ever be for the rest of your life.

“It was all a dream” everything you had gone through and experienced. All the fear and torment that arguably could have made you stronger, more resilient, was in fact make believe, not existing in this perfect fantasy you call life.

But that isn’t life, life is hard. There are so many obstacles and challenges in your life. You’ll win and you’ll lose, you’ll love and you’ll hurt. You’ll experience the most amazing happiness and the most gut wrenching pain. All of which is so powerful, and so important.

To sum all of that up, all your experiences, all your failures and victories, your friendships and relationships as “and they lived happily ever after” or “it was all just a dream” is so insulting. So, so, unbelievably dismissive of your whole story.

Yes, the endings are important. But not at the detriment of the journey to get to the end. I want that for all my characters I write about, all my OC’s all the reader inserts. Yes, it’s fantasy, it’s make believe, it all conjured up in my head. But for those hours I’m writing, I’m creating, I’m LIVING this life, feeling these emotions.

And it deserves better than generic, over used, unrealistic endings.

Because they didn’t live happily ever after. The characters fought, played, argued, became sick, got fired, had children and many other things that, while aren’t all amazing, shaped the life they led. You didn’t go through torment and heart break and disappointment for it to be magically wiped away with a dream. You lived it, fought through it, survived it. It shaped you, made you grow, brought you closer to your loved ones. It happened and it was important.

This is why I find endings hard.

#fan fic writing #FanFiction stories #stories #writer friends #writers on tumblr #bleach writer #just some thoughts #the struggle is real #endings are hard

[deliciouskeys]

Zinc Molybdate is now complete

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41531043/chapters/104160903

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Billy Butcher/The Homelander | John

Tags:Violence, Confinement, Loss of Powers, Physical Abuse, Imprisonment, Bondage, Slow Burn, Forced Cohabitation, taming, Discipline, Dubious Consent, Accidental Bonding, Homelander Whump, Blindfolds, Sensory Deprivation, Handcuffs, enemies to enemies with benefits, Enemies to Lovers, A dash of Stockholm Syndrome, enemies to lovers to maybe friends but it’s under duress and not healthy

Completed: 2022-12-11 

Words: 40k 

Chapters: 9/9

Illustrations from some awesome people:

https://mkqdot05.tumblr.com/post/701657441524416512/scene-from-chapter-2-of-zinc-molybdate-by

https://xieyaohuan.tumblr.com/post/697431014432178176/today-i-learned-that-zinc-molybdate-is-white-i

https://vanshoundd.tumblr.com/post/703283324701081600/zinc-molybdate-fanart-for-lexyhamilton

#this started out as a foray to write depowered HL and private prison which I assumed AO3 would be full of after finishing the show #i'm just chuffed I finished a multichapter #endings are hard #thank you so much to all readers who've kudosed and especially ones who've commented #please let me know if you liked it (or didn't lol) if you have the wherewithal #also an enormous thank you to people who've illustrated parts of this fic #I am completely floored #zinc molybdate #fanfiction #writing #butchlander #billy butcher x homelander #the boys #the boys tv #mystuff

[lis4ux]

I’m so emotional just thinking about the last chapter of Together. 🥹 So bittersweet! You’ll continue writing for us though, right?! 🙏

Thank you so much mkconlon1 🥰

I already have the first chapter of a new fic written. Just waiting to wrap up with Game of Love first. I am never doing two fics at the same time again lmao.

Two more are also being planned because I am obsessed 🙃

I am going nowhere lmao

#anon ask #jiara #jiara fanfic #future fics #endings are hard

[leahazel]

Endings... are hard.

#endings are hard

[writerownstory]

37 for the 100 dialogue prompt list?

I let these sit too long and then I lost the original post🤦🏻‍♀️ big, BIG thank you to @missjoolee for finding it for me so I could continue these 🥹

I spent way too long thinking about who said the prompt dialogue and then it became obvious really quickly and I have no idea where the rest came from… But I hope you like it!!!

~

“I demand cuddles.”

“I’m sorry…you demand cuddles?”

They’d been sitting in the studio writing for probably way too long. Julie was hunched over her notebook, back aching more than she’d like to admit. Not to mention, her eyes felt so heavy after a long day of classes and staring at her scribbles and Luke’s was not helping. They’d been writing in a cohesive silence, strangely not needing to communicate through words to know what the song needed. So when Luke broke it with his statement, she couldn’t tell if she should laugh or not.

“You heard me, Jules.” The boy in question had already placed his guitar off to the side, and for someone who had just as many classes as she did that day, he looked incredibly alert. But that was Luke for you, always bouncing with energy.

She usually found it adorable, but in her exhausted state, Julie currently thought it was just a little annoying. “We just need to finish this chorus and then we can… do whatever you want,” she said turning back to her notebook.

“Nope, we’re cuddling now.”

Before Julie could blink, the notebook in her lap was placed on the coffee table and an arm wrapped around her waist to pull her into his lap.

Luke kept one arm firmly around her waist, tugging her until her head rested on his chest before his other hand reached up to play with her curls.

Julie wouldn’t consider herself a mushy kind of girl—though she knew Carlos would disagree—but as she listened to Luke’s heart beat in one ear with his arms around her, she felt herself literally melt into his embrace. All the irritability and exhaustion drained from her, replaced with comfort and a little sleepiness, if the contented sigh she let out was any indication.

“Knew you just needed a good cuddle,” Luke murmured with a smirk against her temple.

She would roll her eyes if she wasn’t already so comfy. “Are you trying to say your cuddles are magical or something?”

His smirk widened into a full blown grin. “You said it, not me.”

“You’re the one who demanded cuddles.”

“Because I knew you’d never ask until we finished writing and by then I’d have to drag you out of here.” His arms tightened around her. “You gotta take care of yourself too, Jules. Not just us three idiots.”

“Alex isn’t an idiot all the time.”

“Hey!”

#this is the first thing i’ve finished in weeks but ta da!!! #endings are hard #but i gave it my best #thank you for the prompt 🥹❤️ #juke fic #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #100 dialogue prompt #my writing

[spiderispunk]

GodDAMMIT I keep ending my fics the same way 🤦🏾‍♀️

#endings are hard #good thing these fics are spread out across many fandoms

[whitedahlia13]

Falling Slowly

Chapter 38: Begin Again (The Final Chapter)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada too.

Summary: As they sway side to side, Lydia’s heart tugs with love and memory. She leans into it, feels his whole body sigh into the contact, and she remembers.

She remembers the first time she asked Stiles to dance...

On a Wednesday, in August, Lydia was on her way to meet Stiles.

She remembers the lacy shadows of leaves sweeping past her windshield, the tawny hue of late solstice sunrays, and the intermittent rattle of cicadas as she drove the seasonably empty streets of Beacon Hills.

She also remembers that her junior year class schedule had arrived with the morning mail. Yet another telltale sign that summer vacation was nearly over.

She let that sink in...

Normally, the beginning of the school year was something to look forward to. There would be new books, new classes, new classmates. Every assignment, every test, every success would bring her another step closer to achieving her goals – graduating with honors, advancing to an ivy league college, and leaving small town life behind her, where it belonged.

But on that particular day, for the first time in as long as she could remember, Lydia was sad to see the summer come to an end.

True, it had been the strangest, most confusing one she could remember. But it was also the best summer of her life. Up until then, of course.

And it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. In fact, the reason could be summed up in one word. Stiles.

Read More: ao3 & fanfic

#stydia #stiles and lydia #stydia fanfic #post 6a #Lydia's memories #between s2 and 3 #Falling Slowly #the end #endings are hard #then again... #nothing ever really ends #Begin Again #slow burn #stydia dancing #coffee date #getting to know each other #sharing secrets #flirting #stydia in love #summer of stydia #summer's end #recovered memories #sun showers #dancing in the rain #true love #forever kind of love #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #my writing #my fanfic

[dovelyanon]

Chapter 22 of Teach Me How to Sing is up

Read it here!

The final showdown between Adrien and the ‘Worst Father Ever’ commences with just one chapter left. Feeling bittersweet <3

TW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat/Non-con/Incest

#ml fanfic #dead dove do not eat #adrien agreste #Gabriel Agreste's A+ Parenting #endings are hard

[themonolithicmystique]

Something with the concepts from the recent asks? Mystique getting ready to crush some stuff only to find Death has beaten her to it and far bigger

Heightened senses, though beneficial to one proclaiming godhood at any size above several hundred feet, do sometimes have their drawbacks. For instance, Mystique was sure that despite her concentrated size-shifting rampages across numerous worlds, she hadn't actually killed anyone or anything for the last week. At first her suspicions were based on subtle inconsistencies, the sensation of planting her foot or rear into an already existing crater rather than shattering the earth with her impact, a lacking satisfaction on swallowing handfuls of screaming innocents, no signs of infinitesimal red splotches upon her perfect blue skin. For one without sight and hearing elevated to ridiculously telescopic and microscopic levels both, these matters would escape them at several dozen miles in height. A city you can fit upon your fingernail alongside a hundred others will hardly feel like anything when you squash it with the opposite thumb.

With her eyes and ears so attuned, though, Mystique sensed something amiss dead away. Not only was she regularly denied gratification over her work, she could swear something was stalking her. Every now and again, the glimpse of blurred chalk white snatching a meal from her grasp at the last second, a flash of heavy black right before she pressed her weight into the land, the lingering creak and smell of taxed leather in her wake even in the vacuum of space. Mayhaps some speedster with sizeshifting powers thought to one-up her, or else a particularly powerful master of perception believed they could cease her destructive march by convincing her nothing worked right anymore. Her brain sped through all possibilities, cataloguing and sorting the breadth of mutant powers she'd encountered and absorbed on her conquest across the multiverse. In comparison, a few facts stood out above the rest - not enough to definitively determine what lingered and swept in on her prizes, but sufficient to plot a course of action.

Intent and scale played a key part. The longer Mystique planned a strike in advance, the greater the potential death toll, the clearer the thing griefing her became. On a few occasions when she tried at annihilating an entire country at once, the figure solidified enough for Mystique to confirm it was humanoid in shape, and composed of pure blacks and whites without a shade of gray on its "person," save the glint of something silvery about the sternum. Could still be anyone, a million mutants and celestial beings fit the descriptor when one accepted casual gigantification as a common trait of existence. Very distinctive, however, and enough besides to ensure Mystique would know her stalker on sight. With methods of luring and identification in mind, she flung herself into space and grew fast as she could in preparation for her plan.

If the spectre at her heels became visible in proportion to Mystique's atrocity, then a little solar system-scale annihilation should draw them out long enough for confrontation. Not galactic or universal, for Mystique didn't feel like exerting so much effort to satisfy a mild if persistent annoyance. Simply enough to take a populated planet in her hand, fling it across the void, and watch as her cosmic game of billiards sent one screaming rock into another, and another, and another, chain reacting until the lifeless bitty hunk of iron nearest their central star is nudged ever so slightly off-orbit, into the great natural nuclear reactor, triggering a sudden nova like no other. Juice it with a few low-key reality altering abilities stolen from various Scarlet Witches, and she'll see this entire system collapse within minutes, and so meet the one who denied her even a second's fun over the deaths of thousands.

This was the plan, at least until Mystique's rising figure smacked headlong into a pair of jeans.

Dazed but still possessed of sensory prowess beyond the mightiest Celestials, Mystique shook her head and focused upon the seemingly empty patch of space suddenly occupied by tight leather pants. Outwards she expanded her focus, and out, and out, and out... until her yellowed eyes widened at the sight of her. A woman, youthful and stark in appearance, all simple black clothing of a fashion trend not present in this universe, skin pale as a drained corpse, symbol of a long-dead religion's key to life about her neck. Though Mystique hardly measured wider than a thread on any garment upon her body, the apparition had her eyes fixed solely on the godly homo supreme, and shortly drew her arm up to wiggle her fingers in a friendly hello. A slight turn of her head sent long jet-black hair swirling about her waist, a few strands of which narrowly missed Mystique by an astronomical unit or two. The OBVIOUS course of action was to match her size and give her what for before she could vanish, but the woman (seeming more solid than anything Mystique had seen in her life) began and finished her act before Mystique gained a single inch.

All she did was sway her hips, and the solar system died. Hips, thighs, rear, a single circular motion put all in contact with the dozen planets in this system, vaporizing them surely as the resultant nova would have done their remains. Planetoids and asteroids simply vanished on approach, while the larger worlds flickered just long enough for Mystique to register how quickly they winked out in real time. The sway brought those jeans round to Mystique's position again, slamming her with enough force to decimate anyone not reinforced by a trillion trillion stolen healing factors and enhanced durabilities, merely sending her rocketing so far away that the monolithic figure's stubborn refusal to shrink into the distance stood out. As Mystique spun head over heels, she watched as the figure licked a titanic thumb, brought it down to midriff height, and pressed the sun into her belt with a sizzle.

And then, with a wink and an exaggerated shrug, she was gone.

If Mystique understood anything about this bizarre encounter, exerting all her might to stop herself several thousand light years distant from her starting position, it was this: someone out there had just thrown down the gauntlet thinking themselves safe, not realizing they'd just signed their own death sentence. If there was one thing Mystique DIDN'T understand about the encounter, it was this: she had just entered into long, enormous, and no doubt extremely annoying game with Death.

#Death of the Endless #Random drabbles #It has been FOREVER since I wrote something like this #So I hope it turned out alright #Endings are hard

[mostlyanything19]

...And every day, that raven comes to visit.

#adventures in cr #cr1x115 #c1 #🍁 #endings are hard #this was a beautiful one #and only really half the end #but nevertheless

[sohrleas]

I just left my internship for the last time, I'm c r y i n g, I loved it there, goodbyes are hard!!

I'm seriously going to look at it to work there once I get my limited license (even though that would mean another Goodbye at my current job...I'm going to cry anyways)

#i weep #i cry #endings are hard #literally im crying #nearly cried with my supervisior but i held it back #“why's your office aleays so dry?” #he totes believed me #i did end up crying when one of the employees gave me a hug on my way out

[elenathrais]

Not me starting a new WIP when I haven't posted on my current WIPs in months. Absotively not a thing I'd do.

#i am a liar #fanfic #fic writing #writing things #fan fic writing #i swear i will finish them soon #endings are hard #beginnings are way more fun