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maaarshieee · 1 year

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₊˚✧꒰"Stringmaster, Do You Care?"꒱₊˚✧

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a/n - originally this was a request i sent to @/bluexiao and then i remembered that "oh. im a writer". i made a series out of it LMAO. i hope i dont get into trouble for this. anyways, titled "part 1┊beauty in a puppet". have a nice day/night! would be calling him various nicknames throughout the story until part 2, i think he named himself after the 3rd betrayal. also i hc scara all have basic sense so he could feel heat and cold but he's. still like a doll. don't ask my logic, its fucking magic (god reader is inspired by god of arepo, but it gets confusing when it gets to the paradoxes) *stole - of a strip of fabric worn over the shoulders and hanging down

↬ cw: insecure thoughts & separation anxiety (kuni)

"How curious," A voice, smooth and gentle, slice through the thick silence within the walls of Shakkei Pavilion. A small gasp echoed in the barren rooms when the doll hidden inside heard footsteps advancing toward him. "What could have possibly happened that led you to shed tears like this?"

A figure, tall and fair stood amongst the doors, light shone behind them, the shadows covering their eyes whilst they looked down upon him, hands behind their back. The looked luminous against the light as if he was staring at a portrait of some god. Only the subtle sounds of their clothes shifting, the silent clanking of the ornaments that hung on their *stole against the cool wind that entered the room, and his sniffling could be heard throughout the empty mansion.

Knees pressed against the dusty wooden floor, each movement earned a quiet creak and dust would fly briefly. The sun seeped through the cracked walls, and dirt and ash seemingly danced amidst the light that reached the doll's flawless, porcelain skin. His tears glimmered like gemstones on his cheeks against the sunlight, accentuating the curves of his face.

Once they got on their knees, the shadows that covered their features faded away and light finally revealed the face underneath. He saw crystalline eyes that gave off a faint glow of multiple different colors, all merging, and shifting, like a whirlpool of hues. His breath hitched, and something in his chest hammered.

Alone and confused, he awoke in an unfamiliar mansion. And in between his cries, a mysterious person appeared before him, opening the rickety doors that refused to budge open.

He wiped the tears that continuously fell from his eyes like waterfalls with the sleeves of his clothing, but it was no use. His hands covered his mouth to suppress the whimpers that involuntary leaves his lips, but being mere inches away from the disheartened doll, they could still hear his silent cries.

How embarrassing. To be abandoned by his creator, now crying in front of a stranger.

"You needn't dry your tears just yet," They leaned down further, now eye level with his trembling form. The features of their ever-pleasant face visibly softened as they sat on their knees, hands folded on their lap. They were at a considerable distance from him, and for that, he was quite grateful. "Whatever happened must've affected you greatly, no?" A hiccup was all they received from him, but that was more than enough.

Slowly, their hands reached up to his face, eyes searching his as if they were asking for permission. He was hesitant to trust a stranger, let alone touch him. But something about their presence made his shoulders droop as waves of exhaustion consumed his body. His trembling had lessened the closer they got.

The more they spoke, the more his eyelids grew heavy, struggling to keep them open. He was a puppet, why was he tired? Is it because of them? Or perhaps the fact he had been crying for hours since he had woken up?

"Cry until the weight on your chest has been relieved, little doll." The stranger reassures, offering him a kind smile. "I lend you my ears if you ever wish to talk about it. I am but a stranger, yet I want to offer you my utmost comfort."

In his whole life, which was not very long just yet, he had never seen such sincerity in a person's smile. It was full of genuine concern and care, a smile that showed their true intentions: simply comfort him. With outstretched arms that invited him for a hug, not even his own creator, his mother, gifted him the grace of experiencing such a vulnerable, and compassionate act and now he yearns for it, from a mere stranger that oddly cared for another stranger.

He opened his mouth, then closed it once, and again, like a fish, unable to think of proper words to say, all caught up in his throat, before stuttering out; "W-why are you... doing this..?" Breathless, wet eyes bore into their patient gaze, arms still open for him.

A frown etched their lips and their brows furrowed. "Your cries... I can hear them from afar." They explain with a heavy heart, and when they wiped a tear from his cheek, he let them do so without protest, closing his eyes and leaning toward their touch, although it was brief. "It held so much despair and sorrow, I could not simply ignore it."

The faint chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, the subtle smell of morning dew were all too overwhelming to him the more he stared at the stranger before him, and they noticed the conflict in his frantic eyes. But before they could speak, tell him that they weren't forcing him and would excuse themselves to leave him alone, he lunged into their open arms.

They were surprised, almost falling back from the impact. The doll sobbed into their chest, hands clutching the back of their robes whilst he wrapped his arms around them tightly, too afraid to let go. A solemn smile stretched their lips as they hugged his shaking form and he wracked out a loud sob, refusing to look up to them and let them see his pathetic face.

But somehow, he knew. He knew that whoever they were, they'd never mock anyone who would be crying in front of them. Especially when they heard his cries from afar and opted to investigate and comfort him once they saw what it was.

"There there," They murmur to his ear, voice soft and soothing that he was beginning to feel heavier and heavier, holding onto them to keep himself from drifting off to sleep, to chase their comforting warmth. The feeling of their hands rubbing his back and caressing his head, their arms around his body, it all felt so foreign to him.

But he's never felt so safe ever since he was abandoned. So vulnerable in the hands of another, but more secure than ever. He felt nothing but ease the longer he let himself break into pieces in their arms, drinking in all the warmth they gave off from their body, clinging desperately. In his mind, he decided; he was never letting go of them.

And they shared the same sentiment toward him, cooing whilst they pushed back the strands of hair that covered his eyes. It didn't take a while for him to be reduced to just mere whimpers, wiping the stray tears that stained his cheeks with delicate fingers. "It's alright, doll. You're always quite welcome in my arms if you need a hug."

Eyes still closed, he nodded, bottom lip quivering. "T-thank you..." He managed to say. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that they were smiling at him. The same genuine smile they gave him when he first laid eyes on his face, the same smile they'll keep giving him the longer they stayed.

Regrettably, he allowed himself to be taken by his exhaustion. The last thing he could remember before he fell asleep was their voice once again, humming a tune he's never heard before, still caressing his head and hugging him tightly. How they could make an artificial being like him fall asleep just with their ethereal voice was a mystery to him, yet he knew he won't be able to fight against it.

Perhaps it was all just a dream, it was all too good to be true. His grief-stricken mind was so desperate for comfort that he began to hallucinate such things. Who would want to hold a puppet's cold, hard body? Not ideal for things such as hugs.

But when he woke up once again in that dreaded mansion, his head was laid atop something soft, and thin, slender objects raked through his hair. Slowly blinking his eyes awake, he let out a tired groan, rubbed his dry eyes, and yawned, turning to lay on his back, but was only greeted by a face looking down at him. He hadn't expected the stranger to stay longer than he anticipated, and by catching a glimpse of the outside world, the sun was beginning to set, the orange hues highlighting their crystal eyes and skin.

He truly hadn't expected it. When his mind finally processed the fact that they were still there, lips pursed amusedly as they stared him down, his eyes widened and he let out a shrill scream. Suddenly sitting up, the stranger didn't have enough time to react other than raise their brows, before their foreheads collided with each other.

His hands flew towards his forehead, hissing from the pain and rolling off their lap whilst they cursed under their breath, rubbing their forehead. Despite this, when he managed to take a look at their face at the corners of his eyes, they saw a big smile on their lips, shoulders shaking, as if they were holding themselves back from laughing.

Warmth rose to his cheeks and he averted his eyes, still rubbing his throbbing forehead. "W-what are you still doing here...?" He gathered the courage to ask, a frown on his rosy lips. It wasn't a dream, to his relief. But why did they even stay? Perhaps they were just really polite and decided to stay until he was awake, before leaving? Or maybe he was sleeping too comfortably on their lap and didn't want to disturb him? Gods, he hoped it wasn't the latter...

Though, they kept that keen expression on their face, now grinning whilst they stood up from the floor, dusting off their pants. But instead of answering his question, they turned their head toward the open door, and the sunlight reflected beautifully on their figure.

Ah, this was it. They're leaving. His stomach dropped and his face fell. Of course, he was just a stranger, and they were just a very kind passerby. This meant nothing to them. He meant nothing to them. He's going to be all alone once more, in this rickety mansion bound to fall apart. His breathing quickened as he reached his arm toward them, to grab onto their hand, pull them back towards him and—

He paused, hand trembling. No, no. He shouldn't. It hurt, it was unbearable, and being abandoned felt horrible. He felt unwanted like he wasn't enough. Like he was just a burden. But...

He hung his head, retracting his hand away from them, tears prickling his eyes once more.

Just another betrayal—

"Do you know of constellations, dearest doll?"

He blinked, a few drops of tears landed on his lap and wet his clothes. Confused, he slowly lifted his head and let out a strangled noise from the back of his throat when he saw their face, inches away from his whilst they squatted down to his eye level, chin resting on their palm. "H-huh-?"

"Constellations!" They say, an enthusiastic shimmer in their eyes as their smile widened, drying his tears with their fingers absentmindedly. He felt embarrassed, sealing his mouth shut in fear his voice might fail him once he spoke. "They're shapes you see amongst the stars when you connect them. Sometimes they help you with travel."

That piqued his interest, perking up at the mention of these 'constellations'. Their smile widened when they saw the subtle shine in his vibrant eyes, excitement growing when he shook his head. "I've... never heard of them..." He admitted bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck.

His knowledge of the outside world was unfortunately limited, only reading a few scriptures and books about mortals and their ways of life.

They clapped their hands together, startling him. From the way they were slightly shaking from where they squatted, they were very excited. Lending their hand to him, they said with the tone of their voice impeccably sweet; "Come with me! I'll show you the beauty of it all!"

Without a second thought, he took their hand, heart strumming hard against his chest. He felt a spark in his body, urging him to stand up with them and let them drag him outside the mansion. The corners of his lips twitched whilst they ran through many trees, the hold on each other's hand tight, without a single intention to let go.

He was hopeful for once.

Sunlight seeped through the blossoms of the Sakura tree, seemingly fractured against the cool surface of his skin. The birds sang their daily morning tunes, chirping melodically whilst they flew ahead of him, wriggling his toes on the slightly damp grass beneath him, his clothes beginning to smell like morning dew.

On days like these, the young puppet was reminded of his first encounter with them. Nostalgic, but honestly quite embarrassing.

Above him, they sat on a branch, whistling with a leaf a tune he'd grown familiar with. A tune they always play when they were in a good mood in mornings like these.

Yet despite having known them for months now, he never seemed to catch their name. He always called them by strange nicknames that comes to his mind.

For example: Meadow— for they always danced amongst the flowers when they blossomed in spring; or Maple— for they loved to collect the fallen maple leaves when autumn arrives; and many more. They never minded any of these names. In fact, based on his observations, they enjoyed it. More than their own name, perhaps.

He could've asked for their name ages ago, or when they first met. But to be fair, he doesn't have a name of his own.

For a while, he's been thinking of a name for himself, something that quite fits him, without his travel partner's assistance. It was something he wanted to complete on his own. Either way, they'd probably name him after some pretty flower or something related to the seasons they always gush about. (He doesn't really mind since it'd be from them, but he doesn't really understand why they love the 4 seasons so much.)

They asked for his name once, and his mind completely blanked. Perhaps one of the main reasons he wanted a name for himself, is to finally tell it to them and finally receive a fair trade of names. But his curiosity got the best of him, growing restless for the next few days in preparation for asking a simple question.

Well, simple was an overstatement. He also wanted to ask another question.

What are they?

Being familiar with the presence of divine beings, he could they were close to it. An immortal. And yet, it also felt very lacking. As if they were just a mortal given a lifespan of eternity, with no such powers whatsoever. If that were the case, it would explain their very calming facade, because deep down, he could sense the melancholy they wished to hide.

On a beautiful, sunny day, he asked. And, as if they were expecting it, answered swiftly.

They told him their name, and said; "I am the god of many nothings."

He blinked, looking up from where he sat, right under the branch they sat on to see them gazing down at him. With a smile, their eyes sparkled when the sunlight reached them, momentarily blinding him. He already suspected they were a god of some sort, but a god of nothing?

"If you are a god of nothing, then are you really a god?" He blurted out before he could even think. Upon realization, his eyes widened in horror. He hadn't meant to say that! The last of his intentions were to offend them.

What he had done was a tad worse.

The life in their eyes dimmed, turned their gaze away from him, and stared off into the distance, a melancholy smile etching their lips. He felt his heart stutter, getting up from his spot, an apology on the tip of his tongue before they beat him to it.

"I've asked the same question myself." They heaved a heavy sigh, and he was crushed with guilt. And although he wanted to apologize for saddening them, he knew better. He wasn't the reason for their downcast mood, and they would remind him to stop apologizing for things he wasn't even at fault for. So he swallowed, hands gripping his clothes as he listened to them speak.

"But I'm rather sure that I am truly a god, despite being easily compared to a mortal." Catching a flower between their fingertips, they stared at the pretty, pinkish hues of its petals, before jumping down the branch and placing it in between the strands of his hair.

He felt himself flush when he saw the life in their smile return.

"I am the fallen leaves of autumn drifting into the wind, the snowflakes that kiss your skin in winter, the buds that are mere seconds away from blooming when spring comes, and the blistering heat of summer." The wind made their clothes and the golden ornaments they wore flutter, a hand quick to catch the purple veil that was almost lost amongst the winds. "Thrown out apple cores, crumpled pieces of paper, grains left out to dry on roads, the hay that feeds animals."

He listened intently, images of all the things they described flashing before his mind whilst their delicate fingers made work of reattaching the veil back on his head, hands lingering on his temples and trailing down to the apples of his cheeks, caressing them gently. He leaned toward their touch, eyes filled with wonder peering into theirs.

"I have no followers, nor temples, nor shrines." They stated, relatively proud of it. He couldn't really understand why though. Isn't a god with no followers no god at all? They seemed to have read his mind, for their smile grew solemn once more. "I am the god of many nothings, and for that, I have little to offer if one prayed to me." With another sigh, they pulled their hands away from him.

His hands moved to grab their wrists, to savor their tranquil touch, but he caught himself, scolding himself for his clinginess. He watched them knelt down on the grass and he followed suit, curiously eyeing the bundle of sakura blossoms in their hands. "But perhaps I can offer you to show the many beauties of nothingness and a lifelong companion." They glanced at them, wearing a serene smile.

Their fingers twist and pull on the multiple flowers in their hands, forming what seems to be a flower crown, adding more and more blossoms before attaching the ends together. After a brief moment of silence, he spoke; "But why?"

They could hear the twinge of sadness and confusion in his simple question before he added, "Why me? I'm just a puppet, not a human. I may have traveled with you for the past few months, but you want to befriend me?" It made their heartache.

Moving their body to face him, they carefully placed the flower crown atop his veil, the shades of pink making the dark purple hues of his hair pop out, the colors mixing and complimenting each other perfectly. It made them hum in satisfaction, especially when he looked up at them with reddening cheeks.

"For you say you are nothing. Nothing in the eyes of your own creator." They saw the corners of his lips twitch, but they pressed on, taking away the petals that fell onto his shoulders. "But I am the god of nothing. I hold them all dear to my heart, for I believe there is radiance in nothing."

Conflicted at their words, his brows furrowed, and he picked on his nails. Lost in thought with a small frown on his face. Beauty in nothing? Are there such things? They have described what they are, but is there really beauty in them? Of course, there is, he thought with a silent hum.

They showed it all to him and taught him many things along with it. Climbing up trees just to watch a mother bird feed its kin, swimming into the waters that surrounded Tatarasuna to observe fishes hiding in their homes, and many more. There are many nothings in life, he realized. Windchimes, pebbles, food crumbs left on the ground, and many more. Useless pieces of everyday life, but without them, life will lose a piece of itself, incomplete.

"That includes you, oh precious doll." Taking his hands into theirs, eyes glowing shades of multiple different colors, churning and swirling endlessly, with subtle twinkles within them, comparable to the likes of galaxies visible at night, "Allow me to cherish your nothingness, for you are irresistible in this god's eyes."

With the way the corners of their eyes crinkle, grin reaching ear to ear, hands plush against his with eyes filled with genuine adoration, he believed them wholeheartedly, squeezing their hands in his.

"Nothing makes everything, is that it?" He inquires, still quite confused about their concept as a god. He could only sigh when his dearest friend chuckled at his uncertainty, nodding unhelpfully as an answer. "But... it's so paradoxical..."

"So does my existence," They tutted disappointedly, playing with his fingers mindlessly, lacing them together then pressing their palms together, greatly distracting the poor doll. "I have little to no powers, but I am also everything all at once. I am also at a loss, and I often wonder what even am I, or what purpose I serve..."

This is where he discovered their difference from one another.

He was a puppet with a purpose that he failed to fulfill, hence his abandonment, and they were a god whose own existence was a paradox, yearning to know what their true purpose was.

"I may have no knowledge of answers you seek from such questions but there is one thing I am certain of..." Vibrant violet eyes stared deeply into theirs, crackles of beautiful electric dancing within his eyes and he heard their breath hitch in awe. Their eyes, as always, gave off a faint glow, neverending swirls, and combinations of colors, their eyes were the embodiment of 'nothing'.

Like space, as they described to him, it was just infinite nothingness. But with light, you can see its endless beauty. Galaxies, nebulas, stars, and many more that mortals have yet to discover, and only a god like them would know, the personification of nothing.

"To stare into your mesmerizing eyes... It truly is a wonder to look at 'nothing',"

And just like fireflies when darkness envelops the skies, they light up with a smile.

To his knowledge, they've never really interacted with humans much. They speak fondly of them, but there was a hint of hesitance in their voice. He noticed, of course. For over the years they've known each other, he learnt many things, including reading their dear friend just by their expressions.

When approaching humans were unavoidable, he'd notice odd behavior from them. Fiddling with their golden accessories, placing a hand on the small of his back to lead him away, or the frequent wary glance at every human that comes near.

He doesn't fully understand the small distrust they had for humans despite encouraging the idea to befriend them if he ever wished to. Although, they warned him about the nature of humans, to be careful when choosing a friend, and to learn not to trust someone too quickly.

Oh, how naive he was.

He believed that they were silly for their worries, mingling with mortals as much as he pleases, much to their dismay. He reasoned that he'll be fine, since they met on similar terms. They've warned him again and again, tempted to enter the village he'd been visiting. But back then, their cowardice was stronger, and it proved to be something they'll regret as long as they exist.

He should've listened to them. He should've asked. Why were they so wary of humans? Why do they trust them so little when they speak so nicely of mortals? He couldn't comprehend, but he could never fault them for this. After all, they've always acted off around humans.

It was then and there when he felt a surge of new emotions. An emotion he felt disgusted to even feel. An emotion the mortals he once called 'friends' taught him how to feel.

He felt frustrated. Irritated. Angry. At his creator, for abandoning him as if he was garbage the moment she deemed him useless. At humans, for stabbing him in the back in broad daylight once he turned his back on them. He felt like his heart was ripped from his heart and was shattered to smithereens, broken and irreparable.

Inside, his chest felt empty. He now understood their mistrust towards humans. They'll betray you when you least expect it. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.

But at least he had them. The one who stayed by his side during his betrayals, comforted him, and welcomed him with open arms. The one who truly cared for him. He's fully convinced that they'll never betray him, not when they both support each other's struggles, not when they've known each other for years, not when they've gotten so close.

Deep inside, he doubted it. He's been betrayed twice now, and the fear of being betrayed once more ate him on the inside slowly, like inky, black tar slowly oozing inside his hollow body, consuming his mind, devouring his heart until there is nothing left.

He doubted them but never said anything of it. Even more so with the words they spoke;

"Mortals often fear the unknown." They stated, laying on the grass with him as they gazed upon the stars, hands fitting each other's as the wind howled through the night. "They... act based on their survival instincts... When they see something similar to us, they grow afraid of it, for they are not sure whether it's a friendly being or an entity that can hurt them." With a sigh, they turned their head toward him.

For days, he'd been staring off into the distance and staying silent. They let him be, allowing him to have space, to grieve, and be there for him when he needed them. Finally, his lips parted, and he asked, barely above a whisper, "They why still treat them kindly?"

The night was peaceful. Crickets chirping, frogs croaking, light rain poured, but not enough to soak them, and the stars twinkled up in the skies. He listed the constellations they taught him once inside his head, hand squeezing theirs.

"Not all of them are cruel, doll. Most are kind, some are driven by fear." They answered, staring sadly at the broken doll next to them. "The world is sometimes unfair, but it is life. There is still beauty in it, you'll form new bonds with people you can trust."' With a reassuring smile, they pressed a kiss on his temple.

Maybe they should've done more for him at that time. Not when he could barely grasp at concept of death. Not when he still hasn't fully comprehended human cruelty.

Not when his innocence was bound to be snuffed out.

But the god of nothing was a coward.

He never fully believed their words. He was rather... unsatisfied with their answer. But he simply nodded and moved his body closer to theirs.

No matter. Soon, these bitter feelings toward them will vanish, and his days will return back to normal. He will put his trust in them once again in hopes they were right.

As long as he was with them, nothing else mattered. They'll never betray him.

He hoped.

He prayed.

He begged desperately to Celestia.

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yunomagic · 1 year

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What if: sonic sacrifices himself in sonic the hedgehog 3 instead of shadow?

Okay so before we start this, a key thing i want ppl to remember is that movie sonic is incredibly selfless. Like, when tails got hurt for the first time he immediately jumped straight into danger and refused to accept help from his parents and was also willing to DIE for them in exchange for the safety. No questions asked. Hes rlly just too selfless for his own good, and i imagine that quality carries over to sonic the hedgehog 3

ALSO this is gonna be more based on headcanon cuz, the movie is in two years by the time yall are reading this so yeah dont take my word for it. Do what you will with the following scenario and information. Anyways here we go:

First of all, sonic and shadow are probably going to have an interesting dynamic in the third film. Mainly because of their experience with grief and familial loss. Sonic lost someone who was like a mother to him, shadow lost someone who was like a sister to him. They both failed to save the women that played an important part in their lives and were heavily traumatized by their deaths. How the two hedgehogs deal with their grief is where their paths diverge a little.

Sonic spent ten years living in isolation, being afraid of himself and what people will think of him if he revealed himself to the world. And possibly beat himself up so many times for failing to save longclaw, while trying to make her proud by becoming a hero on the streets. Shadow on the other hand suffered from manipulation under gerald robotnik, who forced him to become humanity’s final destruction, although he was created to help it. And instead of beating himself up, shadow became filled with rage and unspeakable hurt. He found it easier to blame humanity for the death of maria and uses his anger as a driving force for revenge. Which undoubtedly, is a more dangerous path of grief he chose to walk on.

Thus, the two hedgehogs are foils, two sides of the same coin. They arent too dissimilar to each other, especially in the roots of their pasts. They learn that there’s more to the other than just looking like each other. Unfortunately, due to drastic circumstances, one of them is going to relive through their trauma of losing someone all over again, and dealing with that same feeling of loss and self-blame.

Everyone knows how SA2 ends, shadow sacrifices himself to save humanity and dies while doing so. But if the film wants to do something different, (and give everyone a huge punch in the gut), they’re going to twist that fate in some way.

Its already in the title but i still propose it: what if sonic was the one who sacrifices himself instead?

Its the final hour, the bio lizard has been defeated, but the ark is still falling down to earth. Running out of time, shadow blurts out the idea that hes going to use the power of the chaos emeralds to push back the ark into orbit, maybe he can save humanity. Sonic, is dumbfounded, shadow is going to die and he knows it. Shadow knows it too, but what other options are there?

Panicking, sonic defaults to HIS way of solving problems. Talking it out. Fast.

“You can’t just throw away your life like it has no meaning! You— You don’t have to use all that power. You can stay with us back on Earth! You can— you can have a life there! Just like you and Maria would’ve wanted!”

Shadow of course is insistent that this is his destiny. His fate. If hes destined to be the last hope to save humanity, then itd be fitting if he were to die. Sonic is still frightened and restless, he’s getting a familiar itch in his throat and a familiar heaviness in his chest. The same feeling he felt years ago, when he was a small, helpless child.

No. Hes NOT going to lose someone to the same fate again.

“You made a promise to Maria, to keep everyone happy right?”

Shadow glances at sonic, eyes widened, knowingly.

“That includes you too shadow.”

“Are you crazy?! If you do that then—“

“I wont be able to go back home to my parents and my brothers, or the townspeople of Green Hills. I know. But they survived long enough even before i came into their life. They need someone who can keep them happy.”

Shadow too, gets the familiar itch in his throat, the familiar tightness in his chest. Fear. Panic. Memories resurfacing. A parallel of maria shines through sonic’s selfless attitude.

“…and that someone is you, shadow.”

“Sonic—“

Sonic shoves shadow away with as much force as he could. A wistful smile present on his muzzle, along with a sorrowful glaze in his eyes. Shadow, with a raised voice, stretches out his hand. Hes trying to reach for sonic.

The blue blur has more experience with the chaos emeralds than shadow does. Making this sacrifice should be easy. If it werent for the grief-stricken ebony hedgehog reaching out behind him. For one last send off, sonic and shadow’s eyes meet for the last time.

Its crazy how they thought so lowly of each other when they first met, and nearly tried to kill each other. But the more time they spent, the more did the hedgehogs realize how much the other is truly worth, and how much respect they hold for one another. Its a shame they wont get to spend more time together back on earth.

A damn shame. But humanity needed a fresh sacrifice.

One pair of eyes, plaintive yet noble, another pair of eyes, staggered and fearful, stare at each other, for one millisecond.

Sonic raises his hand, not to reach back out to shadow. But to wave. Wave goodbye.

“Please… keep them happy for me, okay? Promise me. You’ll protect my family.”

Shadow cant hold back his apprehension any longer. Fruitlessly calling out to sonic for him to come back. To not go away. To not throw HIS life away like it had no meaning. Of course, it falls on deaf ears, and two voices say at once:

“Sayonara, Shadow the Hedgehog…”

Followed by a yell of chaos control, a blinding light, a futile chase for a falling body, and no recollection of being sent back onto the ark. To be greeted by an array of faces. All grief-stricken, mournful, sullen, and unreadable.

Shadow, in spite of his own grief and his own recollection of his past trauma. Does his best to comfort sonic’s brothers. He’ll attempt to do the same to his parents back on earth.

A couple months have passed by then, and shadow has learned from his past mistakes. Right now, he wont go down the path of revenge and go guns blazing in the streets again. Right now, he has a promise to keep. A promise to her, and a promise to him. Of course, thered be times where he wonders and hopes that hes doing enough to keep humanity, the people of green hills, and sonic’s family happy. Hes trying his best, and he’ll keep on trying no matter what.

Shadow sometimes fantasizes about a scenario where sonic lived, and the blue blur shows him around green hills. Rambling non-stop with that annoying (yet kind of endearing) voice of his, maintaining that same charm. Cracking jokes shadow cant understand, showing him technology and culture shadow has to learn. It wouldve been… nice to still have him around. It really wouldve been. He wishes it so.

Tails and knuckles are starting to warm up to the ultimate life form, and the wachowski’s appreciate shadow’s efforts in helping humanity. Understanding that he has no intentions of replacing their son, and cherish everything the ebony hedgehog does to honor green hills’ fallen blue devil.

And even shadow knows that the world is filled with cruelty and sorrow. Yet it was the world that maria wanted to live in, and it was the world that sonic chose to fight for and protect. There’s a lot of awful, sad things in the world. But there are still things, people, worth protecting.

There’s a promise.

Shadow will remember it.

Shadow will never forget it.

And that is why…

He will keep fighting.

(If things are messy sorry ill edit it when i get back from canada which is tomorrow lol-)

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 8 months

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Dark!Aemond x oc (Pillars of salt, pillars of sand, Chapter one)

🔷Summary: You are Rhaenyra and harwins daughter, Jace's twin sister. You dont expect when Floris, your best friend, writes you that she is sick, to find your uncle at Storm's end. He offers you a choice. Bend the knee to Aegon or see your brother be fed to his dragon. It is not a difficult choice to make. But as with difficult choices, the consequences are much harder to carry than the choice.

🔷Author's note: Another dark aemond because idk how to write anything else. Though you are warned, i try to out-dark my aemonds everytime.

🔷Warnings: Wounds, torture, eye-removal, bastardy, corrupt guards, kidnapping, hostage-taking, torture, non-con and high valyrian that is not so good because my translator was off. GORE BLOOD (Found anything else? Let me know) forced marriage, abuse, material abuse.)

Your dragon knows the way to Storm’s end all too well. You have been there countless times with Justyce before, after all. Name Day parties with Floris Baratheon, grant balls where both of you snuck out to the kitchen to steal chocolate cakes, and of course the new and certainly not appreciated suitor-meetings that your stepfather and her father set up for both of you. ‘’You are a princess, Maella. The only princess we have. You will do your duty, and marry.’’ Daemon Targaryen would say.

A prince, Daelor from Volantis was supposed to be your suitor for that night. Poor Daelor never had met an actual dragon before, and you have the feeling he won’t soon forget how you threatened to cut his balls and to feed them your own dragon for squeezing your ass.

You take the reins of Justyce in your right, dominate hand, steering the dragon through the gathered storm clouds, to the impressive castle that lies below, almost hidden and covered. In your other hand, you hold the letter your friend, your closest and most important childhood friend wrote you. Floris’s words echo through your head as you land your dragon in the courtyard. Once this was a difficult task but now you are used to the space you have. You land without kicking over a flower basket.

Dearest Maella.

I am not well since a few moons ago. I feel as if the Stranger can come get me any moment now. I fear we will never find out if that prince will declare war on us all for your insult with your dragon. My friend, I know your mother’s labor is soon and I understand you are a busy woman who gains more responsibility and power every passing day. Yet I do hope we can say goodbye to one another, one last time. Perhaps even have a chocolate cake while we are at it.

Your friend in life and whatever comes after, Floris Baratheon.

Storm’s end would not be named Storm’s end if it wasn’t storming there often. Now is unlike any other day. The rain reminds you of how you broke down crying once the letter from Floris reached you. You often wonder if the weather is the reason most Baratheons are that gloomy, Floris included. She is a marvelous person but she has an improper dark humor befitting a servant of the stranger, not a lady. You feel worry starting to grow as you look at the doors of the impressive stronghold. You remember playing here when you were both 6 summers old, with Floris. How time flies. You can't imagine a life without her. So you won’t.

You straighten your back, eye the guards that are standing near to the door and speak with a loud voice, and for a moment you even feel the storm hold back when you yell your titles at the commander, demanding to be let in. ‘’I am Princess Maella of house Velyaron. I am here to see my friend.’’ The commander nods, before escorting you inside, together with the other men.

You are forced to follow him, but you have the feeling something is amiss. ‘’Commander Storm, you don’t have to escort me. I know the way very well.’’ You tell him, catching up with his long legs. He refuses to meet your eye as he announces you to the Baratheon throne room, and once more your titles are heard.

‘’Princess Maella of house Velyaron. Daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.’’ So he has not heard yet that your mother became Queen. You enter the room, impatiently waiting for them to open the doors for you.

You know the shortcut to the staircase, to Floris’s bedroom very well. Floris’s bedroom is on the tirth. You plan to run past Lord Borros. Lady Elenda is likely off reading somewhere so you won’t have to worry about her. She always asks the most nonsense things. ‘’How are you doing, princess? Is your mother well, princess? Are you engaged yet, princess?’’ You wish she would just let you be.

The guard’s footsteps blend in well with your own, echoing in the ancient halls of storm’s end. You anxiously play with your braided hair as you pass into the dark halls and enter the throne room. This is where the grant balls are held, the majestic feasts are thrown and the guests are received.

You have been here countless times before. Yet this time feels unmistakably different. It is as if you are asleep and can awake any moment now. From a good, nice dream.

You can feel life being drained from the room before you enter. You wonder if that is what being sick is like. The letter said Floris was ill, but it did not mention any family members. Your speed of walking on increases and increases and before long you are running into the throne room, lifting your red with black gown to avoid tripping on the fabric.

You want nothing more than to go right up Floris’s rooms, to see your friend. To say your goodbye. Tears sting your eyes as your painful chest and muscles remind you you are not used to running so fast, so long and so carelessly. It is unbefitting, but you think that this calls for an exception from your usual properness. You want to rush to the door, to the stairs, to your friend.

But someone stops you, by calling out your name in a soft, yet tauntingly dark matter. ‘’Lady Strong. How lovely it is to see you again.’’ Chills go down your spine when those words are spoken to you. There is one man that you know that possesses the audacity to use that insult openly, for he has done so before during a dinner. He speaks more confidently now than he did during that night. Your legs stop, frozen and glued to the stone floors.

Your uncle, Aemond Targaryen calmly stands left of Lord Borros’s throne, slightly tilting his head at you as his only good eye goes over your body, judging your dress. His hands remain on his back, properly. He carries a sword. You did not think to bring any weapons. You would visit your friend. Why would she harm you?

He stares you down, changing you to deny your true parentage. He wants you to scream at him that you are not a Strong, or perhaps as Jace did, slap him in the face. Both are tempting. Yet you manage to ignore him. He knows how to get under your skin. But you know nothing will annoy him more than ignoring him, pretending he does not matter. Just as he did not matter before he claimed Vhagar. He wants attention, the bully that he is.

You notice a beautifully dressed figure standing aside of him, wearing both the Baratheon colors and a smile. Her smile is enough to break your heart, and to make it bleed. You scowl. Floris Baratheon is there. And she looks far from sick.

Floris is terrified, as her smile is forced and her hands are folded to hide the fact that they tremble. There are a lot of thoughts going through your mind but the one thought that connects it all is treason.

You eye the guards that stand behind you, keeping an eye on you closely. You force yourself to remain calm and glance at Aemond unfazed. You turn your head to Floris, letting your glare be noticed. You want her to feel your anger before you run at her, ignoring your dress and your heels. You don't have a weapon. You don't want to hurt her.

You just want to shake her a bit. Perhaps hit sense into her. You are known for your mother's beauty...And her awful temper. "Lady Floris!" You speak, forcing your voice to become joyful and full of condescension. You hope that she hears the thinly veiled ire in your voice. You hope she can hear your pain. "I received word you were ill. So I came to you. Yet here you stand, dressed and well, with a traitor. For the sake of our friendship, explain yourself." You demand her as her princess.

If Aemond Targaryen gave a damn about your insults he does his best to not show it. He is in all ways; Unbothered.

Lord Borros listens to the conversation unfold as well as Floris, her mother and her sisters. Yet no one defends Floris. No one.

Aemond finally steps closer and closer to you, closing the distance rapidly. You back away, intimidated. Only when he can reach for you, you let go of Floris. You are seething.

You left your mother for this. Your mother who can have her baby any moment now. Your mother who always warned you about picking your friends so carefully.

The prince speaks, wettening his soft pink lips before his soft yet rough voice fills the hall. "I am insulted. You should know to treat her uncle better than that, little princess." He speaks. "You might learn I took something important from you." He adds with a smirk.

You scoff. Aemond does not know you. He never bothered to do so. He only cares for himself. He has nothing on you. You smugly reply. "I don't think you would be able to recognize what is important to me , not even if it slapped you across your face, uncle. You barely know who I am."

He returns a pleased smile, happy with your answer. Pleased even. The smile is forced and broad, terrifying you in every sense of the word. ‘’Isn’t family important to you?’’ He asks.

He knows it is.

‘’It is. Which is why I am returning to Dragonstone right now. The gods will grant my mother another child today.’’ you smirk, preparing to leave the castle.

The guards stop you before you can, however. You freeze as you watch Aemond give them the command, to turn you around and to bring him to you. "Lord Borrros! Lord Borros!" You speak, your voice betraying your fear.

Aemond smirk becomes bigger and bigger befitting a truely sick monster. ‘’I have something important.’’ He repeats once you are in front of him. He stares at your lips softly, running a finger over it. "Hm." He mutters to himself when you take a step back. He chuckles. "īlon istan naejot dīnagon, byka līve." He hisses in your ear. You take in the words in shock.

We were supposed to marry.

Aemond ignores you and gestures to the guards to bring him something. ‘’Bring him." He barks.

The staircase door is unlocked and Commander Storm takes something as you await Aemond's surprise.

When you see who it is, your heart drops. It is your little brother, Lucerys.

His dark black hair is cut, with clear scars on his head revealing what happened to it. His face is the worst. His beautiful once so sweet face. He has a split lip, missing teeth and a bloody nose. His eyes are closed. You run to him, unable to stop the tears from streaming down your face.

Aemond grabs your arm, holding you back from your brother. "I have him, Lady Strong. Look at what I did with your little bastard brother." He boasts proudly. You smack Aemond on his nose, anger getting the better of you. He growls as an angry beast. "I will return that insult, little whore.' He growls at you, forgetting his happiness and pride. Good.

You pretend you aren't afraid of him. You are dragged by him to Lucerys. Aemond approaches you in his arms, as if you belong to him. Aemond even smells your hair as you turn away, disgusted. He mutters in your ear. "Jāhor aōha orvorta tuzigho hae sȳz, nyke pendagon?" You gasp by those words and wonder if he is jesting. He has to be.

Yet one look and you can tell he is not. You hear the words again finding the translation easy.

Will your cunt smell as good, I wonder? That is what he said.

The Baratheons have no idea that your uncle said that to you. Luc needs you first.

"Luc! Luc, speak to me." You beg him, when shaking his body full of bruises, kneeling down beside him. You glare at Aemond. "You monster!"

Aemond chuckles. "Careful, Lady Strong. You are already on your knees." You cradle lucs body. You place your ear on his heart and hear a soft beating. You break into tears. He is alive. Thank the gods.

He advances on both of you and you protect Luc. Aemond snaps his fingers and points at you. Two guards from Borros take you into custody when Aemond takes Lucs body. He kicks luc awake with his leather boots. You scream when it happens for it to stop until your throat is dry.

Finally luc's eyes go open along with his mouth to moan in pure pain and agony. You search for his eyes. But he has none. He has two hollow sockets where once an eye used to be. It is stitched up badly and quickly. Unlike Aemonds scar. They bothered to take their time. This is rushed. The blood still drips.

Aemond digs in the pocket of his coat before proudly presenting you the familiar brown lovely eyes of your brother. "They are a bit too big to play marbles with, but they do look marvelous don't they lady strong?"

You scream a second time. A soldier is annoyed by it and slaps you to shut you up across your face. Aemond sighs when putting the eyes back, kicking luc until he doubles over on the ground. Luc is blinded. "I never thought you were capable of this." You speak to Aemond. "I thought you..."

The prince smirks. "You thought wrong. You know nothing about me. Which is why I was able to set this lovely trap. Your friend wrote you the letter, "I have you now, Lady Strong."

"No." He does not have you. You refuse to believe that. You refuse to accept any of this. You whimper for your brother. Your beautiful brother. He will never see again.

The monster grows impatient and he growls at you, spitting in your face on accident."Yes, I do. You have two choices. You will come with me to King's Landing and bend your knees to my brother, or I will feed Lucerys to Vhagar." He says.

Your stomach turns. "Yo-you can't uncle. We are family. You would never risk starting a war-"

"The war started the second my brother was born years ago. You are blind and naive. Don't worry, my sweet little niece. I will educate you.'" You hear a double meaning there that terrifies you. He asked about your cunt before. He reminded you that you were supposed to be married.

"Now, will you be a sweet good girl for your uncle, or will you be a bad one?" He chuckles before dragging his nails over your back, causing holes in your dress and pressing your front to his own. He takes hold of your throat and smirks. "You will make the choice; little Lady Strong. Just make sure you make the right one."

a/n:

yeah its another story woop woop hope you all like it.

Specially edited for the redacted

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #dark aemond targaryen #house of the dragon fanfiction #dark aemond targaryen x oc #Aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #Dark Aemond Targaryen smut #Aemond one eye fanfiction #dark!#head the warnings #dubcon #possible triggering content #She/her reader #AFAB Reader #DarkFantasy #Possible noncon #Possible gore #Old work

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yarrowleef · 11 months

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im sorry but your note about felidae makes me intensely curious on why you dont want to talk about it, can you summarise your dislike in a sentence maybe?

well, in sentence, the author is unbelievably bigoted

[extreme content warning for racism discussion, particularly against muslims, if you look through any of the links]

I looked him up again to make sure I was remembering it correctly, and it's somehow worse then I recalled.

In more than a sentence, when I say bigoted I don't mean ignorantly bigoted, I mean like all he does now is write right-wing anti-immigrant and anti-lgbt propaganda. One of his other books is called "Germany Gone Mad: The Crazy Cult around Women, Homosexuals and Immigrants" and I don't know the exact contents of this book but I think the title is enough. Made a comment about how it's a shame that concentration camps aren't in use anymore at an anti immigration rally. This rally was set up by a xenophobic anti-immigration group, and even that group had to later apologize for this guy being just a little too racist in public, and he had to get kicked off the stage for going on his frothing tirade too long. These were comments he later got sued over. Most of his wiki page is just listing his controversies and now he is most known everywhere in Germany as a local right-wing shit-head first, and cat book author as a foot note

A few years ago I was wondering why it was so hard to find his book and why I had never even seen the many sequels Felidae supposedly had anywhere, and it turns out it was because both his german and U.S publisher (penguin random house) kicked him out of his book deal for his awful behavior and refused to distribute any more of his books in the U.S. And traditional U.S publishers will look the other way about a lot of shady behavior from their authors, so you have to really be off your shits for them to publicly kick you. Hell, apparently even amazon removed his books from many places, most noticeably kindle (I don't know if this is still true, but it was as of a couple years ago)

He's still alive and still probably receives book royalties so, yeah, Would Extremely Strongly Suggest never paying for any of his work

#i have been asked this a couple times so i thought id just make a post with links to reference to #ask #i wish this wasnt the case i was really interested in edgy cat murder mysteries #but this is a case way too extreme for me to accept any kind of 'separate art from the artist' thing #when he uses his credentials as a writer to do things like this #felidae #felidae book #yarrow speaks #cw racism #cw homophobia #also even if all this wasnt a thing the book was INSUFFERABLE francis is the most unpleasantly condescending POV i have ever read from

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forwantofacalling · 17 days

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hsr yanqing for 3, 7, and 14? and perhaps our girl katniss for 20 and 24? :3

:0 omg hi garnet

3) Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I'm going to be honest with you i rarely remember anything canon about a character if i dislike it unless its TRULY abhorrent. but if we're going with LEAST favorite canon thing...probably that we don't get to see him enough :( where is my jing yuan yanqing post-ghosthunter event closure.

7) What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

draw him small and excitable like a puppy. he's truly just a littol guy. im also a HUGE sucker for whenever someone draws him standing/sitting/flying on his swords i just think its so cool and fun. ALSO i think ALL THE TIME about that one comic in which he keeps calling jy General even when they're alone and at home. and the follow-up one in which jy keeps calling him ANY other title except for his son. theyre so cute.

14) Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

oh god are you TRYING to get me killed on tumblr dot com. i mean i think he looks great in wuxia/xianxia style clothes 🥺 i also think it'd be fun to put him in techwear for an au or something. but other than that i have no notes LOL

20) Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

oh i swear i dont remember enough of the hunger games to answer this. wish i could give you a clever answer of "side character #41 and heres why" but personally im very soft for cinna and katniss's friendship,,, i think a lot about the fact that he requested his mockingjay sketchbook only be given to katniss if she decides to take up the mantle herself because he knew seeing his work would compel her to make the decision even if she didn't truly want to...wish we got to see more of them.

24) What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

god i suddenly have never been in any fandom ever in my entire life. uhhhh. god i think i have to say margaret nearl arknights for refusing to win the Major and instead carrying her competition down the path to the champions hall together. she doesn't do a lot of ground work herself in the trenches but she uses her status as a symbol to lead the charge for other resistance groups in kazimierz. because she's a nearl. all eyes are on her when she steps onto the screen and she knows it. the difference between her and katniss though would be that she wields her identity as the Radiant Knight very intentionally and without outside influence. hm. lots to think about.

anyway thanks for the questions :)) this was fun!

#silver talks

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we-are-inevitable · 1 year

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heyo title time!!

“always tracking what happens when I lose my mind” have fun bestieeee 💥

ok i want to preface that this is not fleshed out! i don’t know how things happen! i don’t know why things happen! i don’t know and i want to keep it that way @jack-kellys

TW DEATH, VIOLENCE

but ok here we go. a fucked up dystopian thing but jack is a pawn in the game.

i’m picturing,, futuristic, the world has ended and people are starting over and trying to find normalcy but the wrong people force themselves into power. there’s a call for order and a new way of life.

theres the Bad Elites bc the world kind of ended and the wrong people were able to gain power during this big rebuilding thing and the newsies are basically a rebel group, jack as the leader, jack gets trapped and pulitzer is evil and bad things happen and then jack is basically a puppet to be controlled ! i think it’s fun

some more things:

jack is the leader. charlie is the medic. race is the getaway driver for missions. al is the weapons guy. al and race are dating; jack, race, and charlie are brothers; al looks up to jack.

the other newsies are There, i just dont care about them

davey is. whooooooo ok davey is a big thing to me. give me a minute

anyway jack is captured! hes kept for a few days. drugged, tortured, what have you. he’s implanted with a chip that fucks with his brain- when it’s activated, he hears nothing but a sharp ringing, its an out of body experience, and he can See what’s happening but he can’t actually control himself or stop it.

the first time it happens is a few days after he escapes (which is too easy- he realizes after that pulitzer *lets* him escape).

hes sitting at dinner. he’s hurting and he’s hearing ringing and albert comes to jack’s side to help him.

he slashes albert’s throat on impulse, and albert dies at his feet.

cue everything going to shit. race trying to kill jack, charlie has to step in, jack begs for someone to kill him, race tries again, eventually they lock jack in a room with windows in the compound and jack refuses to let *anyone* in.

side note bc @roideny said this and i freaked out: race sitting and watching jack lose his mind bc he knows that jack didnt kill albert- everyone knows jack is being controlled, they just dont know how or why- and race just ,, silently crying every time the chip is activated bc jack is screaming, and writhing in pain, and its what makes him remember that *jack* didn’t kill albert.

anyway moving on!

obviously davey is in this.

davey is one of pulitzers guys but hes being controlled by the same chip thing, but its Constant and Controlled instead of sporadic like jack’s. the gang capturing davey during an ambush or smth and charlie immediately knocking him the fuck out to do any sort of Finding And Removing The Chip just to prove to jack that it’s safe and he can do it

so davey is just a guy

like. an upper level guy i feel like, hes pretty important to pulitzers cause as a soldier type thing, but hes not important enough for people to go looking once he comes up missing. davey is just a frontman in an army serving people who dontgive a shit if hes dead or alive.

but tbh i think this is also ,, rlly good mind control territory bc davey hasn’t been Davey in so long. davey hasn’t even been David. davey has been Soldier, or #0347, or whatever the fuck people are calling him, but he has no name, no personality- he’s a terrified fifteen year old trapped in his own body for six years until hes suddenly a *monster* at 21 who has killed more people than he can ever count

they get the chip out of davey, so they know they can get the chip out of jack, and its just. yeah. its yeah and its so good

davey trying to live life as Himself for the first time in six years, jack trying to overtake pulitzer, things happen and plot happens yadda yadda they win and its good

pls send asks about this i love it a lot

#jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #crutchie #crutchie morris #ask a jac !#newsies #livesies #newsies musical #newsies live

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kumoriee · 1 year

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⚠️Obey me Nightbringer spoiler alert⚠️

Will the original Obey me boys travel to the past to get mc back. Because the future still exists, otherwise Solomon shouldn't be here. Also will the past boys refuse to let mc go to the future.

Alos... MC LITTERLY HAS THE POWER TO SEND SPIRITS TO HEAVEN!

And the fact that the original boys are probably several worried for mc, will they actually break time to travel back.

And.... Is it me or is Diavolo and Barbatos giving of severe yandere or completely evil vibes, completely different from the original

Hello, this is my first time someone ask me HAHAHAHAHHA. I will try answer your question. CMIIW. I will say for once again, this is just my opinion.

Im not sure if the future Diavolo and the rest will go to the past. Im still at lesson 4 here and still don't know yet about their situation. I think they are probably confused and worried about MC because they suddenly gone. And also, I think only Solomon and (future) Barbs knew about this matter.

Since MC is going to the past, if they return to the future, Diavolo and others should be remember about MC because MC spending time with them in the past. Going to the past should be give affect to the future. Its still the same if the past dudes dont want to let go of MC, they will still meet MC again.

Idk about MC's power because I dont play the OG OM until far. Its hard for me to catch up. I still at lesson 27 and discontinued.

Not only you, I also feeling yandere vibe from Diavolo fr. I get chills everytime listening him talking to the MC plushie. the sentences might be looking normal but I just kinda feeling there's yandere vibe in his voice and words.

So far for Barbs, Im feeling yandere vibe from his song "Crazy for You" .Literally yandere vibe. He just wanna be the perfect man that capable in everything in MC's eyes. Even the title is already yandere vibe, also can be obsession toward MC

#ObeyMe

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chromes-corner · 2 years

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so ive been thinking about this scene

thinkpost + TLDR under the cut

(TL;DR: white lily is dead and pure vanilla is finally coming to his senses about it)

its just. god. i wish more people talked about this. this scene is the pivoting point for pure vanilla and i need more people to understand the devastating importance of this tiny scene that isnt even VOICED (which is a literal crime against god but also probably for the better because i dont think id survive if i had to hear pv speak this out loud)

to preface

pure vanilla knows dark enchantress’s identity. hes always known, and hes chosen to keep it a secret from the others -- perhaps for her protection, as he doesnt want to sully the name of his, quote, “dearest friend.” pure vanilla wanted the memory of their friend to remain untouched, he wanted them to believe that she was still around, but just missing in action. he didnt want them to know that she has been their enemy all along, as he knew the fond times they shared would be forever stained with the crimes of dark enchantress and the blood she now has on her hands

i have absolutely no idea how to segue this into my next point but whatever

youd think it wouldnt matter, though -- white lily fundamentally changed on the night of the witches and became dark enchantress. why would the crimes of basically an entirely different entity whos very ingredients were altered (even though they dont know what happened that night surely theyd assume it was out of white lilys control what happened to her) suddenly be transferred onto the albeit not entirely innocent but still saintly (its her title after all) white lily cookie? should they not consider the two entirely different beings?

well, pure vanilla didnt, and maybe thats why he kept everyone in the dark.

dark enchantress is white lily, and vice versa, but pure vanilla saw that in the most literal sense. he believed that, when confronted in the ruins of his kingdom, the person under the dark robes and maleficent magic was still his best friend.

hell, upon finally meeting her, he literally addresses her as white lily

but dark enchantress refutes that

she denies any trace of her past life (even though she clearly still retains bits and pieces of her past)

pure vanilla corrects himself, and yet he still ponders memories about him and white lily by saying how it was “our (speaking to DE) secret garden” and how “we (still referring to DE) used to walk.”

despite the fact that the cookie before him is clearly not the friend he once knew, he still sees her beneath the crimson surface. despite her straight up renouncing that she has anything to do with white lily anymore, pure vanilla refuses to fall to that facade and chooses to believe that his friend is still there, if not a little different than before. to him, dark enchantress is still the timid yet kind and ambitious scientist that he once studied with. she never went away. she only underwent a metamorphosis, even if for the worse.

its after this encounter, though, that this mindset of pure vanillas -- where his friend is alive, just “trapped” in a way -- begins to crumble.

in the aftermath of the final battle in chapter 10, pure vanilla swoops in and saves the day.

ok i had a point here but i couldnt actually find the piece of evidence i was looking for -- im PRETTY SURE it says somewhere that every denizen of the vanilla kingdom made it out before the final battle of the dark flour war but i dont remember where that information comes from

so assuming this is true, its pretty odd that pure vanilla says this, considering everyone made it out alive -- including his friends, since despite the vision pom gave him, he knows his friends are also still living, if not just MIA. so why does he imply that he wasnt able to protect everyone? there were no casualties (except for maybe those caused by the scattering of soul jam but thats a different topic entirely)

there was one person he couldnt save. pure vanilla is a healer through and through, and the most powerful one in the entirety of the game’s universe at that, and he still couldnt save his best friend. pure vanilla heals wounds, not tragic fates. he tried to bring white lily back to the surface by speaking of the past with dark enchantress in the dialogue leading up to the conclusion of chapter 10. he tried reasoning with her, telling her that there were times before when she was happy. she did not have to make a violent conquest out of a now-defunct destiny. she could still make a difference to all the lives around her -- her self-proclaimed purpose -- without bloodshed or destruction, and yet, she refuses, dead-set in her ways based solely on the traumatic images burned forever into her rebaked soul.

hell, pure vanilla even showed mercy on her during the dark flour war. he used crescent moon magic, supposedly the most dangerous magic of them all -- surely he couldve killed her with that (but then again we dont know the exact parameters of what each magic can and cannot do), but he instead simply trapped her. did he not have it in him to put an end to her destruction? surely a truly benevolent and altruistic being would destroy the greatest enemy of the peace and prosperity of the entire world, right? well, that would be a little hard to do if said enemy is your best friend.

he could not save her, nor could he end it all -- one of which, he had the power to do, but he chose not to.

finally, i am brought to my point.

the morning before the final meeting that will change the world forever, pure vanilla wanders into his precious garden where he would spend hours with white lily, whispering among the flowers. days from another life entirely (and literally, in white lilys case). the truth has been spilled about dark enchantress’s identity. plans are finally moving forward to bring forth an attack in her domain. her, being someone he had once believed to be his best friend.

it is there where the realization finally hits him. white lily, the quiet but passionate girl he once knew and adventured with, is gone. she has been since that fateful night. the vengeful woman he fought against and confronted in his own ruined kingdom was not white lily. he may have hoped against hope that he would be able to find his dear friend clinging to life beneath whatever horrible thing had happened to her that night, that he’d be able to once again share laughs and talk amidst the fronds and petals of their garden, but ultimately, pure vanilla finally has to face the truth that he has been hiding himself away from:

even the world’s greatest healer cant bring back the dead.

#thinkposting #messily formatted bc i dont care i just gotta get these thoughts into words yknow #i am mentally ill about these characters you have no idea

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the-woild-is-y-erster · 8 months

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ok since @watch-me-stand-watch-me-run was the one who asked this is mostly for you but like

gather round the campfire, children

cw/tw violence, abuse, child abuse, might add more after

this is gonna be really really long lol hold on to your butts, brochachos

ok so his given name was micheal sauveterre, his family wasnt nobility, but they werent poor either. he was born in 1883, and is sixteen when the strike starts.

no word of a lie, i cannot for the life of me decide if i want him in the livesies or 92sies-verse, so i kind of just go back and forth in my head lol

so he grew up in a pretty well off family, but his parents were severly abusive. they would beat him and his brother, telling them they deserved it for being ungrateful. his older brother spencer was the favorite child, always got the special privileges. they both did well in school, until micheal was 12. his brother went off to a fancy college in virginia, and he was left alone with his parents. his dad tried to make nice by teaching micheal self defense and giving him a switchblade with his initials on it. one night, micheal snapped, finally having enough with his parents abuse, and ran away. he lived on the streets for a year, joined a circus that was in town as a acrobat and knife thrower, but didn't go with the circus when they left.

shortly after the circus, micheal was left starving on the streets again, and had to steal food to survive. snyder caught him, but micheal slipped away. in the chase, snyder grabbed him and gave him the scar on his face, taking him to the refuge for a few months after.

a manhattan newsie (havent decided who, maybe skittery or blink) saw him on the streets and offered him a job. manhattan was too close to where micheals parents lived, so he asked if there was anywhere else he could get a job.

the newsie told him about all the distribution gates for all the papers, and all the different boroughs. the leader of queens at the time (i didnt know who it actually was in the show so hes an oc ig too) Crush, was an ass and treated his boys like dirt, so micheal made his way over to queens.

crush refused to let micheal sleep in the lodging house at first, so he just hung around, watching. after a week or two of being there, he and the newsie who acted as queens' medic, Jade, came up with a plan to overthrow crush. long story short, crush found out, tried to shoot micheal in an alley, hit his side, and micheal walked out with a brand new pistol, not to mention title.

he hated his old name, so he changed it to Ezekiel, Eel for short. crowning himself the King of Queens, and a new era of ruling came along.

sketch break lmao (i love this one sm)

ok so he became really close friends with manhattan newsies, despite being on the other side of the bridge from them. might have had a teeny tiny crush on spot, but once he saw race did too he immediately started trying to get sprace together lol

jack takes him to see medda, and she takes one look at him and goes "hmm, this boy needs a mother figure" and takes him under her wing. once she learns abt his time at the circus, she offers to let him be in some of her shows for some extra money.

he only wears the tutu outfit sometimes, mostly to make the guys laugh, but he likes the makeup and he really enjoys the stage, but would never leave queens fully, so medda's is mostly just for fun and when he needs to de-stress.

his second is named Shoe (another oc lmao) Shoe's real name is Harvey, but he only lets Eel call him that, and thats mostly only when hes in trouble lol

i dont have any sketches of shoe yet but i will i prommy<3

eel and shoe are dating<3 and the flushing lodging house's owner has basically adopted them. her name is Eden, shes italian, and she taught eel italian along with his french from his family, but they only speak it in private because people werent really accepting of 'foreign' things

anyway if i remember anything else ill put it later

yeah! thats eel/zeke, i love him dearly<3

#newsies #92sies #livesies #newsies oc #i have a few more sketches of him lol #ezekiel 'eel' 'zeke'#woof i need to update this lmfao

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yennasun · 2 years

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Summary: the 15 year old MT, who had his official documents forged to begin his fighting career at only 15 years old, had beaten and bruised his way to a shot at the world title against an incredibly dangerous foe. This chapter pits 2 of the best Middleweights around against one another. The 15 year old swarming, body punching, slow starting MT against the wild, trigger happy Dark Lord

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October 8th, 2002. For the 160lbs (Middleweight) championship, the superfight fans have been begging for.

He could feel his creators stern, expectant gaze on his back as he looked at the setting sun from the balcony they were on.

To say he was nervous would be an understatement, terrified was more like it. Not just the thought of losing, but the though of what will come after.

"You think you're ready?" He asked with an edge to his tone.

He didn't answer, he was not permitted to yet.

After a bit, he felt a rough clap on his shoulder that made him jump.

"You can answer, and be honest."

"...I'm ready sir."

"I don't belive you, and I don't think you do either." He said as he turned walked away.

The knots in his stomach twisted tighter until he was sure what little he ate in the last 2 weeks wouldn't stay.

Do what always helps

He began pacing and taking deep breaths, trying anything his friend had taught him to calm his jittery nerves but it just didn't seem to help.

He stopped pacing out of frustration and leaned on the banister looking out at the distant horizon, continuing with his deep breaths.

Though the breaths came with less and less intention and composure, he could feel his shoulders go rigid from how taut his stance was.

He heard the door creak open slowly behind him, already having an idea of who it was based on how slowly the door opened.

He turned to the noise, and Rooney stopped short to inspect MT, before continuing his approach.

"How're you feeling?"

"I feel ready...yeah, I think I'm ready"

"I think so too...even if you don't. You can tell me the truth, I'm here" he said in that soft, concerned tone.

"I'm...I'm scared Mack. I don't want to lose...this is everything to me, what I'm made to do-what I'm good for. w-what if-" he was cut off

"Don't start thinking like that, it's just a tournament...that's all it is" Mack put his arm around MT and pulled him close

"You've done this plenty of times...on the desktop, in the amatuers, you've already got over 90 fights...all against better fighters than you'll ever see in here...we all get nervous, its how we deal with it and manifest it. We trained hard for this, and i have faith in you even if you dont. now come on, let's go get ready for a fight, remember to warm up before going in."

Rooney patted him on the shoulder comfortingly and MT felt his nerves calm ever so slightly, although it didn't help the pit of dread that seemed to coil in his stomach like a serpent.

As he walked through the venue, he saw the fight card with the photoshoot of him and his opponent.

He remembered thinking how odd it was to find someone bigger than him at Middleweight, he could barely maintain eye contact during the photoshoot.

Above their staredown picture was the headline

"Someone's 0 has got to go"

He knew his opponent snatched the title in dominant fashion. The previous champion had outright refused to give him a shot but miraculously, this one did. He would make sure to take the title just as dominatly to make up for it.

He entered the venue with his creator and trainer in tow behind him, with each step towards the center to meet his opponent he felt his anxiety leave him, waiting was always the hardest part.

He heard the crowd roaring when he entered the arena, and his confidence returned in full.

He stayed in his corner, waiting to be introduced by the announcer when Rooney spoke to him.

"Remeber to stay calm and measured, Map out his tendencies and I'll help you with anything you might miss, okay? We'll figure out a strategy soon enough" Rooney gave Him another pat on the shoulder.

They heard the microphone buzz as the announcer turned it on, his words booming from the speakers around the venue.

"And now the main event. For the undisputed Middleweight championship of the world, In the red corner, weighing in at 163 pounds even, with a record of 104 wins, no losses and 93 big wins by way of knockout. the undisputed Middleweight Champion of the world, known only as the dark lord!"

The crowd roared their appreciation and the hollow headed red stick made his way to the center of the arena to the refs left.

"And in the blue corner, weighing in at 160 and-a-half pounds, with a record of 97 wins, no losses with all 97 wins coming by way of knockout, the challenger, the bronze buzz saw, M.T!"

The crowd boomed once again as MT made his way to the center of the arena to meet his opponent and listen to the refs instructions.

As the ref laid out the rules, the two never took their eyes off the other, both trying to impose their confidence and intimidate the other.

"I'm expecting a good clean fight, obey my commands and remember to protect yourself at all times. Touch up and let's get this started"

MT held his hands out for his opponent, but dark didn't reciprocate

You're gonna regret that

They both Backed up a few steps and waited eagerly for the ref to signal them to start.

"Fight!"

They wasted no time getting started, with dark punishing MT at long range with combinations of jabs, straights and leg kicks.

MT started by defending the jab by parrying it downwards with his lead hand from southpaw, moving his head underneath the straights and rapidly closing the distance to stifle legs kicks.

When he got close, dark would clinch to tie his arms up and wait for the ref to break them up before landing more long range attacks, but MT was still able to sneak in hard hooks to his body.

The rest of the round continued in much the same fashion, with dark scoring points at long range and MT landing hard on the inside, until at the end of the round, MT shifted into a right handed (orthodox) stance and landed a hard lead hook which caught dark flush.

He didn't know if he got dark's respect, but he definitely got his attention.

The second round started off well for dark, as he was constantly finding a home for his right hand, he proved to be one of the only fighter so far with the intuition to read MT's erratic rhythm, the experience to spot small openings and the reflexes to capitalize on said openings.

Still, MT was managing to land his body shots, which was the intention anyways, he didn't mind taking a punch to give a harder one.

The third, fourth and fifth round went the same as the second. With dark sniping expertly from long range while MT dug deep with body punches to slow darks movement and drain his stamina.

At the end of the fifth, dark went back to his corner breathing out of his mouth.

"You're doing great! I-I dont even know what to say, this is an absolute blowout!" His trainer, chosen exclaimed.

"The only advice you need is to do that again!"

"I didn't hit him that much" dark said through deep breaths

"What? Thats not what I'm seeing"

"All my punches are either bouncing off the top of his head or grazing him...this kids good...real good" dark said with an uncharacteristic uncertainty

"It's a good thing you've had your share of battles, you got experience in championship fights on this kid, we're gonna do it"

Meanwhile in MTs corner, Rooney was tending to a small cut that opened over MTs left eye.

"Alright...hold still" he wiped the blood and stemmed the bleeding

"Okay, you're doing good, you're sticking to the plan. I wanna see more head movement while you close the distance, I also wanna see some of that clinch work we've been practicing, 'kay?" MT nodded his head

"Keep beating his body like a drum and it'll be like shooting fish in a barrel...look at him, he's already tired, go on out there and get him"

Once the sixth started, MT became more active. Utilizing blocks, parrys, erratic slips and unpredictable bobbing and weaving to get in close.

From there, he pinned darks arms with his elbows and threw hard, but tight and compact body shots.

But dark was good up close as well, covering up and flaring out with a flurry of his own punches.

After a few back and forth exchanges, MT caught the timing of these flurries and was able to smoothly evade and block them before following them with his own flirry of heavy punches to the body and head.

The 7th round was anyone's guess who won, as they both dug deep and refused to budge, same deal with the 8th, but MT was able to follow up his body punches with tight, concussive head punches in the 9th.

By the tenth, dark was barely holding on and was resorting to jabbing and holding to save his strength, but MTs clinch work allowed him to move dark and pin his back on one of the boulders while he punished him at close range.

The 11th was a terrible round for dark, as now any punch his threw hit air and was immediately followed back to him, although he landed with some hard flurries they were few and far between and he was starting to see double.

When the bell rang, dark all but stumbled back to his corner.

"What the hell's going on dark...you looked like crap out there! Whats wrong?" Chosen yelled

"I can't...I can't hit him... and when i do its like he doesnt even feel it. What the hells this kid made of?"

"Come back to me dark. We still got 9 rounds left to make up, don't let him get close and when he does, hold him tight and don't let go until the ref tells you to"

In MTs corner, it was a different story.

"What's holding this guy up...i just keep hitting him and I can tell it hurts but he just won't go down" MT said with disbelief

"Rubbery legs, that's what's holding him up" Rooney replied

"Rubbery legs and sheer willpower, remember this is a champion you're fighting, these guys are made of tougher stuff but you're doing great! You got 9 rounds to get him outta there. Let's go!" He nudged mt out of the corner for the 12th.

They both went to the center once again to be instructed by the ref for the next 8 rounds.

"Same rules apply, protect yourself at all times, obey my commands and keeps the fight clean. Power up, both of you"

Energy hummed around dark as he felt celestial strength fill his body.

MTs body ignited with an angry red flame as he felt his surroundings contort slightly.

"Alright boys, touch up and let's finish this"

MT held his hands out and this time, dark reciprocated with a nod of respect.

MT Backed up, ignoring the familiar tingling that would eventually evolve into searing pain.

"Go!" The ref sped away after the command

The 2 clashed with newfound tenacity and the crowd roared louder than ever before.

Whenever one would have the other hurt, the other would suddenly and violently take control of the action and the cycle repeats.

For the next 3 rounds the fight was dead even, with dark landing percise projectile attacks at range and MT damaging him with volleys of attacks and explosions.

They headed back to their corners for the 16th round

"That's what I wanted to see, you're doing it dark, you're doing it!" Chosen exclaimed vigorously

"I'm gonna do it I'm gonna...aggh" dark clutched at his scorched sides.

"Shit...the best I can do is tell you to stay away from those attacks. Now let's go"

Meanwhile in MTs corner, Rooney could hear MTs aggravated breathing.

"C'mon kid, stay with me, don't lose yourself now that we're so close."

"I want to take him down, I NEED to"

"I know you do, but you need to stay composed, you're letting this fight get too close, you need to take him out or really take control of these last 4 rounds otherwise the judges aren't gonna give it to you. Now get out there and show everyone whos the real champ is!"

The bells for the 16th sounded and the battle immediately took to the air.

They bombed eachother like 2 dragons, but MT managed to strike home and blew dark out the sky with a massive explosion. Afterwards he propelled himself in dark's direction and let out another big explosion upon hitting the ground.

MTs attacks became more and more erratic with bad intentions.

Afterwards, MT was finally showing himself to be anything less than a machine, willingly slowing the action down and taking attacks at a distance for his troubles.

In the 17th, MT took control once again, activating his brawling power feeling the volcanic crystals covering his arms and beckoning dark over to him as the bell sounded.

Dark obliged and the two engaged in an all out brawl in the middle of the arena filled with wild action, punctuated by MT landing a thunderous missile as dark tried to exit close range.

The 18th was a dominant round for MT, the 19th too. Dark all but shelled up and took the punishment that MT dished out to him.

While he was in the corner for the 20th, Rooney was laughing

"You're destroying him! Even if you lost the last round they HAVE to give the fight to you. Great work kid, I always knew you had the makings of a champ!" MT felt his chest swell with appreciation that he made someone proud, hopefully his master would he proud too, his eyes widened giddily at the thought.

One last round

In darks corner, chosen was hastily tending to him.

"I'm not gonna put it nicely, you're losing and you're losing badly. You're blowin' it dark, you're blowin' it!"

Dark didn't respond

"You don't wanna lose on your first title defense right? You need to give it everything you got for this last round otherwise you'll be back to square one? Do you want that" dark shook his head

"That's what I thought, now get in there and take this guy out."

The bell rang for the 20th and the two left everything in there.

Dark hurled balls of fire at MT, not Knowing they didn't actually burn him, but seeing them knock him back was enough to convince him.

The two engaged in an all out war of wits, guts and toughness, both in a desperate hustle to take the other out.

But MT came out with a flush left hook straight to darks jaw, wobbling him bad.

But dark came back with a hard right hand, wobbling MT.

Dark desperately pounced, trying to get MT out once and for all, but MT just kept steaming forwards, determined to come out on top on all the exchanges.

Once the final bell sounded, the arena was an absolute mess, with craters everywhere and boulders reduced to pebbles as well as scortch marks as far as the eye can see.

The crowd once again roared their appreciation for the two warriors who engaged in what would be nominated the 2002 fight of the year and later, the 2000s fight of the decade.

The two embraced in the center of the arena with newfound respect and admiration for their opponent and returned to their corners, awaiting the judges decision.

As the announcer read the card, the two fighters were lamenting in their corners

"It's alright dark...we can come back from this. We can come back and beat him."

"I don't think there's any beating THAT, Cho. You can't beat something like that...monster."

"Maybe, he's young, strong and AWFULLY good."

Meanwhile in MTs corner

"You did it kid, YOU DID IT!" Rooney was yelling with joy, grabbed MT in a bear hug and lifted him with strength that always surpised him. Joy filled MT despite the fact that his arms were blackened by burns.

"I knew he couldn't out gun you, I don't think anyone can at this point, there big things ahead I tell you, big things!"

"He's a strong man, dangerous too...hit him with shots the would've leveled a building and he kept roaring back...that was FUN."

The announcer turned his microphone on

"It has been decided, it is a split decision."

As MT heard that and wondered what it meant, he turned and saw Rooney's features blanch.

"No...no they can't do this..." he said under his breath

"What's that mean?" MT asked. Rooney, who looked as though he were praying to some invisible diety, didn't answer.

The announcer proceeded with the reading

"One judge scored it, 196 to 196- a draw."

"Another judge scored it 194 to 203, in favor of the challenger" the crowd cheered

"The final judge ruled it, 199 to 198...and STILL, the undisputed Middleweight Champion of the world, the dark lord!"

The crowd immediately booed the decision, Rooneys face was one of absolute rage and disgust.

MT, however, felt his heart get swallowed with despair, he'd felt as though the ground beneath opened up and drowned him.

He didn't even notice the tears that welled in his eyes, he was too preoccupied trying to keep his legs under him as they spilled from his eyes.

Rooney was cussing the referee out and needed to be escorted out after implying he was going to go over and cave the judges skulls in.

Dark and chosen weren't rejoicing, they both knew that dark got off lucky, and if anything, this was worse for his career than just losing. For the rest of his career, his wins will be overshadowed by the fact that this one time, he needed the judges to bail him out and they did just that.

During the trip back to his home PC, MT kept his eyes glued to the ground, sobbing every once in awhile.

He was greeted by his creator with a look of burning fury.

Rooney reunited with them and held MT tight while consoling him. Before catching the look creator gave MT

"Please sir, don't hurt the boy. He was robbed I tell you, robbed!" He desperately begged

"Doesn't matter now, shouldn't have let it go the distance" he replied coldly

"You of all people must know not everyone goes down...please sir, don't do this!" Rooney sputtered

"Enough!" He yelled

"No more talk until we get home, Or I will do so much worse to the kid. Understood Rooney?"

Rooney felt white hot rage fill him

"...yes sir"

The trip back was silent, only broken by the occasional sob from MT.

When they got back, Rooney was directed out to leave MT and his creator alone.

"I'm sorry sir, i-" MT was cut off by a hard punch that broke ribs.

"You're not sorry, what you are is a failure...3 weeks, understand?"

"Please...I'm sorry..." MT pleaded weakly while clutching his injured side, but was silenced by a knee to the face.

He was dragged by the back of his neck to the pitch black cell, and his creator put in a command to permanently activate his powers into stage 5.

...

MT would never come out the same.

...

Dark needed to be assisted back to Alanspc by chosen since he couldn't stand on his own, once they got back chosen consoled him.

"That kid was good, wasn't he?"

"Yeah...evidently"

"You gonna give him a rematch?"

"Hell no...that man is something else, took my to the brink and I just barely escaped...never felt more close to death in my entire life."

"Yeah...that's probably a good idea. Get some rest, you're gonna take the next week or so off to heal." After chosen finished, dark collapsed into deep slumber.

"That guy...who is he. He was some kind of beast...I have a feeling this isn't the last were gonna hear from him."

Little did they know, the person who had taken dark so close to death, was only 15 years old.

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I'm not that good at writing fight scenes, what I've been trying to do is choreograph it in my head and describe it as I go. Otherwise I'm pretty happy with how this came out

#avm king orange #avm mt #alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm #avm mango #animator vs animation #au #ava #usfc #ava the dark lord #ava the chosen one #ava tdl #ava oc #avm oc

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lunatic-fandom-space · 1 year

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I remember when I was watching season 2 for the first time, I was really upset that we were getting this new main cast that we would only follow for 12 episodes because I thought I wouldnt be able to form an emotional attachment to them. And this was warranted because it took me a weirdly long time to get attached to like, Sebastian and Ciel (I was gonna say 'the main cast' but I didnt really care about anyone else at the time lmao) when I was watching the first season, it took like 13 episodes for me to get emotionally invested at all. I have no idea why because like, Black Butler is well written (and also I had literally no standards at the time so its not like the writing mattered) and I really liked Sebaciel as a ship it was the whole reason I started watching, but i didnt really care about any of the characters. So when I went into season 2 I was like "i cant care about this stupid fucken guy, hes gonna be dead by the time I start forming an emotional attachment whyyyy cant I just watch the guys I know for another 12 episodes :(" and yea. Guess what happened. yea I got attached to Alois and was perfectly fine with the idea of following only the Trancy household within ten minutes of the first episode

But that kinda made me think about what that version of season 2 would look like yknow. Like what if Ciel really did die and he and Sebastian werent there to bother Alois n gang

It seems like Alois has this title of 'the queens spider' but I dont think they ever really explain what that entails and also Alois never does jack shit. I know it has something to do with the underworld like Ciels job, but I get the impression that he did his job so well that Alois literally never had to do anything, he could just kinda chill out being rich and not worry. I think it would be neat if Alois got contacted by some messenger of the queen after Ciels death like "heyyyy. the 13 year old we usually send out to do our dangerous illegal shit just died and youre another 13 year old with a similar job, so go investigate this suspicious string of murders" and he kinda starts freaking out bc he was aware of the job, he just never had to really do anything

Idk I just think it could be neat to have Alois try the queens watchdog thing and be worse at it because hes inexperienced and also because Claude sucks and isnt a great help. For the emotional arc you could keep the conflict where Alois loves Claude and wants to be loved but Claude is just kinda apathetic and Hannah loves Alois but Alois is too focused on trying to gain Claudes affection. You could also maybe explore the mental and physical toll that being the replacement queens watchdog would take on Alois, because honestly, I dont think he has the mental stability required for that kinda job yknow. And since I love manipulative women, maybe Hannah could try to take advantage of his weakness in some way to try and get him away from Claude (she wouldnt be framed as like, evil for doing this because I refuse to write bullshit like that, but Alois would definitely be upset). I dont really know how this version of season 2 would end though. I mean, it would end with Alois being reuinted with Luka within Hannahs body like in the original I think, but idk what could possibly lead up to it because honestly, the original season 2 finale is already pretty convoluted ngl. eh who knows

#for later #kuroshitsuji ii

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homiesliketovent · 2 years

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so... ive never told anyone this except for, like, anonymous sites. i could tell my s/o or my friends, but thats hard and im kind of afraid to.

so. lets start at the beginning. i had unlimited access to the internet from a very young age. and, when i was 10, or so, i decided to download discord. i started joining servers and talking to people and stuff, and i was totally obsessed with it. than, one time, this random guy from a anime server i was in added me. he started talking to me about my profile picture, my life, and pretty soon he wanted me to send a picture of myself. (not sexual.) i remember getting so excited bc he was being a little bit flirty and stuff, but i was still weary because he was technically a stranger on the internet. so, i put it off for a few minutes.

he asked me how old i was and i lied and said i was 13. (because, as an 11 year old, i thought 13 was old.) he said that he was 13 too. he pressured me a bit to send a picture of my face but i was as resilient as a i could be. my resilience probably lasted ten minutes.

it was okay because i felt kinda felt comfortable enough to send him a picture of myself, but not enough to send a picture of my full face. so, i dressed up a bit so i could be "flirty" or whatever, and sent a picture of myself with my face covered by my hand. he complimented me a lot, but even when i asked him to send a picture of himself, he never would. that should have been a huge fucking red flag.

at some point, i asked him if we were friends because, up till then, i hadnt had many good experiences with long lasting strong friendships. and he said "of course" and reassured me and i indulged in him that i had issues in the past with fake friends. he told me that he would never leave me and stuff like that, and i was so glad to finally have an actual friend. he was so nice to me and i genuinely had a huge crush on him. i was so ready to start this fucking- internet relationship, or whatever, with him. its gross.

i used to keep a list of everything he told me about himself, because i wanted to know him really well, and i dont have the best memory. when i was cleaning my room a year ago, or so, i found it and tore it up. (i knew his name, he liked video games and talking on discord servers, his favorite food was pizza, his favorite anime was fairy tail.)

he would send me random hentai and porn and i always just kind of laughed it off, even though thats so not normal because we were both (supposedly) 13. i never questioned him in any capacity, really. i trusted him completely. so much so that i sent more pictures of myself. one of them was a mirror selfie so he ended up seeing my body. (again, not sexual.) its just fucking gross that he has access to what i looked like as an 11 year old. i think i even sent him a picture of my face that wasnt blocked out by anything. i dont really remember. through all of this, he still refused to send any picture of himself.

anyways, at some point he got banned or his account got deactivated, or whatever. looking back, i think it's def because someone reported him. but i was so mad at him, because he told me that he would never abandon me, and he did. i sent so many angry messages to his deactivated account. at some point, i deleted our whole chat out of anger. i wish i could still go back and look at it though. as said in the title: i miss him.

later i found out that he was a full grown ass adult from someone in a server he was in. im so fucking angry and upset still. im not traumatized, or anything, i can still be on discord servers and talk to men and stuff, but like... every once in a while i still have a panic attack either because of what was happening to me without me realizing, because he's probably jacked off to pictures of me, or because i irrationally think that a whole ass pedophile didn't even want me, so no one ever will. i still think about him a lot and i still miss him for some god forsaken reason.

#vent post #vent #grooming #tw #cw #child grooming #toxic relationship #toxic friendship

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quidfree · 2 years

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Hello Im the hp anon I'm sorry my message made you uncomfortable I didnt mean to i understand your feelings about hp and being in the fandom again im sorry xoxo

I cant remember if it was you who liked lord of the rings but if it was you maybe legolas and aragon seeing each other again years after lotr. If it wasn't you dont worry about it or even if u do like lotr but don't feel like doing it its okay please continue and have a good day

hi anon dont worry abt it at all your message was very nice i just wanted to explain my position on hp stuff in general nothing to do w you :)

i do love lotr well remembered ! my high fantasy is a bit rusty so im wary of writing in tolkien voice but i will give you my general thoughts on them post canon below and hope that you vibe with it. sorry this is so late i forgot it was in my drafts

this isnt prompt specific but i want to say i love that the movies have legolas keep jumping people who even raise an eyebrow at the shaggy unwashed dude whos apparently gondor’s promised king bc iirc canonically they are not really friends pre fellowship and at most have like met once or twice after aragorn tracks gollum to mirkwood or something. legolas is just very ride or die for people ig?? tracks with his threatening the riders of rohirrim later. we love movie characterisation. really went in on the ‘besties w a heart shaped locket of their initials’ vibe.

also the fact that aragorn and legolas are both royalty avoiding courtly duties in hilariously similar yet distinct ways. like yes they are both on a mission for the greater good so its not like theyre irresponsible leaders (and legolas’ father approved his going) but up until moria legolas is fully like ooh roadtrip with humans and dwarves and shit. fun. while aragorn is brooding immensely about the shadow of responsibility creeping closer to him daily. its just funny to me. legolas is so young in elf time.

after mordor falls i totally believe legolas and aragorn keep in close contact tho. like yes they are busy what with legolas skipping off home to report that he survived the fall of evil and also made some new friends or whatever and aragorn trying to rebuild the ruins of gondor but also i think they probably exchange heartfelt letters across middle earth and legolas visits often. esp in early years bc gotta keep track of those hobbits and their very short little lives. legolas loves inventing Elf Songs ™ off the top of his head that are just odes to his fav human. aragorn not so secretly also loves elvish poetry so he appreciates it.

also this goes for all surviving fellowship members but legolas def has a place of honour in gondor w increasingly dramatic titles & whenever he comes by aragorn will spend his nights with him walking the top walls of minas tirith talking philosophy and history and counsel. legolas is a prince too of course. sometimes they go for fun hikes bc they’re both roamers. no one else thinks it’s fun when the king and his elf bff decide to trek across countries on foot but they enjoy it. (arwen very reasonably prefers horseback and sometimes if he’s coming too they let gimli pretend he’s keeping her company when he’s sick of keeping up with their long legs.)

at certain points legolas is busy wandering for a while and the next time he’s over he has to meet aragorn and arwen’s kids. i think he’d be so obsessed w the concept. like gimli would be the best uncle easily but legolas would be like Woooowww omg little freak children i love them. aragorn look. omg it can talk. cool. he def teaches them mirkwood elvish slang and songs to balance out the rivendell influence. aragorn and arwen both find it funny but lowkey arwen sometimes gossips w him abt it because like . yeah half-human babies Are weird. even hers. at least one of their sons is reciprocally obsessed w legolas and spends his infancy viciously pulling at his hair. eowyn finds this very funny as the other token blonde often in gondor.

i refuse to go into angst so i’m not going to talk abt fellowship deaths but i think legolas stays on middle earth longer than he would have liked to help arwen cope after aragorn bc he is Equally Devastated. esp after the kids go. their last goodbye before legolas and gimli leave at the grey havens will have lasted a very long and sad time i think. very weepy on all sides. but she gets it. legolas can’t lose his last close friend to death.

in a modern human au aragorn n legolas r annoying hiking obsessives & post each other on their stories so much you’d assume they’re dating. legolas fights trolls on aragorn’s socials daily despite aragorn’s attempts to convince him he could not care less. they have matching tattoos of like, constellations on their ankles. aragorn is the only person who can memorise legolas’ ever-changing and very weird coffee orders.

#qui parle #qui repond #anon #lotr #legolas n aragorn besties is something that can be so personal..

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strawb3rrybumbl3b33 · 2 years

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The Davensiblings / Found Family part 2

Summary: my oc and marcus grow close, so when donald gets kidnapped by douglas and marcus, my oc also gets kidnapped & douglas makes them bionic.

DISCLAIMER: my writing is bad and the pacing is messy and i barely remember the episode so it’s kinda all over the place but enjoy ig?? The title won’t exactly make sense at first but it’ll make sense in later parts, I promise. And if your wondering why I use certain pronouns for certain characters, look at my other post: sexuality and pronoun headcanons

warnings: some swearing, mentions of injury, i dont think anything else.

part one

“Tell me it’s not true.” Bree said, looking at Donald again.

Donald didn’t respond. He looked guilty.

“Marcus. Put em in the cage and then go rest up. You’ll need your strength.” Douglas said, grinning like a mad man.

Marcus got ahold of the three and put them in the cage. And then went to his capsule at the back of the room.

“So.. You made more bionic kids.” Donald said, staring at Marcus.

“Him? Oh no, he’s just an android. But unlike bionic kids, androids don’t last long. In fact, he won’t make it to sixteen. Though.. Don’t tell him that. He thinks he’s getting a car.” Douglas half whispered the last part.

Maybe it was just Alyx still refusing to properly believe that Marcus was evil, but Douglas’ words made Alyx’s stomach twist. Marcus didn’t even know that he was set to die soon.

“You’re a pathetic little man.” Alyx said, his voice dripping in anger.

Douglas looked at Alyx. “Well that’s harsh.”

Before anything else, Douglas saw the screen moving out of the corner of his eye. Leo was outside. He let Marcus out of his capsule and told him to go deal with Leo.

“If you harm Leo, I will make your life a living hell.” Alyx snapped.

“You won’t get away with this.” Chase said, trying to get the attention off of Alyx.

Douglas raised an eyebrow. Like father, like son. “Oh but I will. You see, I put an app on all of your chips that will give me the power to completely control you. And I have the button that do that right here.. Well, all of you minus Alyx, that’s a different remote and it needs to be fixed.”

Douglas tried to press the button but it didn’t work. He tried to do it a few more times and it still didn’t work. Douglas started to pout before shouting up the stairs, “Marcus! Did you forget to put batteries in this thing?!”

“Actually, I blocked that app a long time ago.” Donald said, a bit proud of himself.

Douglas glared at Donald before going over to their computer. They typed up some stuff before laughing. “Ha! In a few minutes, I’ll be able to control everyone in this room. I just need to fix Alyx’s.”

He grabbed the other remote and started to look around for something. “Aw damn. I think I left my screwdriver upstairs.” He mumbled to himself. He walked towards the doorway before turning to the others.

“Don’t go anywhere!” He said, doing finger guns as well. He then laughed and walked out of the room.

Alyx tuned out everything else for a few moments. Their head was started to hurt from all the information they’ve processed in the past few hours. Next thing he knew, there was a lazer beam that hit the computer and the cage the other four were in collapsed.

Chase ran over to the desk, frantically searching it before snatching up a key. He ran over to Alyx and unlocked their cuffs. “Are you okay?” He asked, pulling Alyx into a tight hug.

Alyx wrapped their arms around Chase, flinching slightly when the cuts on their wrists brushed up against Chase. “Yeah. I’m okay. But that sick fuck put a chip in me while I was asleep.”

Adam gasped excitedly. “Your bionic now too?”

“Yep.” Alyx pulled away from Chase and pulled Adam and Bree into a hug.

Douglas and Marcus came back downstairs not long after.

“Okay. Let’s settle this the old fashioned way.” Douglas said, going in to attack his brother.

Marcus went for Alyx but when he went to swing, they used their new jump ability to jump up and kicked off his chest to jump back. Through a bout of luck, they landed perfectly.

“Holy shit.” Alyx mumbled, looking around at the others to see if anyone saw that.

Marcus smiled at Alyx for a moment but got up and started to fight the others. The others were determined to keep Alyx out of the fight as much as possible. Alyx had only just gotten his bionics after all. He didn’t know how to control them yet and to be honest, they kinda forgot halfway through the fight that Alyx had bionics.

The rest of the fight was honestly a blur for Alyx. All they knew was Douglas ran away and the building was starting to collapse.

“Marcus, look out!” Chase and Alyx shouted at the same time.

Marcus looked up right before the ceiling collapsed on him. Alyx started to try to run over but Adam quickly picked them up and started to run. Once out of the building, they stayed there for a moment.

“We need to go back in there and get Marcus. We can fix him up.” Alyx said quickly, turning their attention to Donald.

“No. It’s too dangerous to go back in there and what if we can’t fix him? No ones risking their lives for this.” Donald insisted.

“I’m not just leaving him there. I don’t care if he’s just an android. He was my best friend.” Alyx ran in before anyone could stop them.

Well, Bree could’ve stopped them but quite frankly, she didn’t want to. In fact, she and their siblings ran into the building.

Donald groaned and waited outside. Leo waited outside too. He was still only a human, after all.

Alyx had already removed a lot of the rubble by the time the siblings got back down there. In fact, they were removing the really heavy pieces with ease. They didn’t even realize it.

“Alyx!” Bree gasped.

When Alyx realized they almost dropped the rubble on their foot but they threw it to the side quickly before they could. “I’m not going crazy right? We all saw me pick that up?”

The three nodded in unison.

Alyx took the biggest piece and picked it up with ease. They almost screamed in excitement. “Oh-ho-ho my god.”

“You have super strength!” Bree gasped in excitement.

“Holy shit.” Adam said with a big ol’ smile.

“Ok ok, we’re getting distracted. Help me out here?” Alyx asked.

The four got to work lifting the rubble. Once the rubble was completely removed, Adam grabbed Marcus’ exoskeleton and carried him outside.

When the four came out of the building, Donald and Leo both let out sighs of relief. Unfortunately no one had thought to bring a car, so they had to walk all the way to the Davenports house.

When they got there, they placed Marcus in a safe place in the lab for now and then Donald took Alyx to the side.

“So a few things. I’m about to call your parents and ask them if you can move in for a little while. Since you’ve only just got your bionics and you can’t control them. I’m also gonna ask them to pull you out of school for a little. Now, we don’t exactly have a capsule for you right now. So.. Do you mind sharing with one of the others?” He asked.

“Can’t I just sleep in one of the spare bedrooms?” Alyx asked.

Donald tilted his head side to side. “Weeell.. Yeah you can but your bionics would eventually start acting up and it wouldn’t be good. Especially since you don’t know how to control them regularly.”

Alyx sighed. “Fuck,” they mumbled under their breath, “okay. I’ll talk with the others and figure it out.”

“Perfect, I’m gonna go make the call.” Donald said before leaving.

Alyx walked up to the three and explained the situation.

“You can share with me.” Bree said.

“Works for me.” Alyx said with a light shrug.

#lab rats #lab rats disney xd #lab rats disney #adam davenport #bree davenport #chase davenport #donald davenport #douglas davenport #marcus davenport #i am in love with marcus #marcus davenport x oc #my beloved #my scrimbly

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