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#i need that man's imagination tbh
apricusapollo · 5 months
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today my history teacher told us that in 853, when Bugha the Turk was sent from Baghdad to Emirate of Tbilisi, he burnt the city to the ground, had Ishaq (the ruler of the emirate) decapitated, then skinned him and put hay in his skin and put that monstrosity on the city gate as a warning that one should ever even dare to to disobey the khalifa
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mooncleaver · 1 year
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My Queen, My Sun and My Sea
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talokan once had a queen. one who loved her people with all her heart—with the same heart she had given to her k'uk'ulkan for what felt like millennia ago. but they lost her to the hands of the enemy; it was a tragic tale painted on the walls of the king's mural, the pain searing itself onto his heart uninvited. he rules now with a darkened hole in his chest, fueled by the loss of his true love and a force to protect his people even more. after all, only the most broken people can be great leaders.
pairing: namor x fem!talokan!reader
warnings: bpwf spoilers!! death (i was lowkey evil for that), colonizers, inaccurate translations, nawt very proofread lol
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El Niño Sin Amor.
That was a name that echoed deep inside Shuri's head, its bitter aftertaste lingering still; a piece of Namor that she'd just uncovered.
He was an enigma; a powerful being who rose from the sea, unannounced with his presence but has always been there, deep in the waters where he and his kingdom have flourished in the city of Talokan. He had just finished recounting about his and his people's origins, how the colonizers brought a disease that left his ancestors to drink a concoction from a vibranium-infused plant found in an underwater cave to save themselves, turning them into water-breathing individuals; the Talokanil.
She turned to Namor with many questions unanswered, only to see him staring at something with a look akin to pain and longing on one of the surfaces on his murals, caressing the painting with a gentleness she had yet to seen from the god.
She shifted to the side quietly, trying to see what he was gazing at. When Namor bowed his head, Shuri saw a painting of a woman beside his serpent, posing regally with what looked like a staff in her hand.
She wore a beautiful jade and gold headpiece, green and brown feathers lining the outer layer, fading in its design as if the light was shining on them. It towered atop her figure, framing her perfectly like she was always meant to be there. She was adorned in jewelry, from the large, circular green jade plugs that hung from her ears to the tessellated necklace that she wore—a striking amalgamation of gleaming silver beads, plated viridescent tiles to carved gold pendants and everything that complemented her beauty. The woman had a tan clothe wrapped around her body, washes of terracotta and hues of sage and cream woven in stripes on the fabric. She was covered in jewels—just like Namor.
One thing for sure, she must have been of royalty in Talokan. Or a goddess, perhaps. The corks in Shuri's head turned as she tried to figure out where the woman in the mural fit in Namor's story.
"Who is that?" Her question seemed to break him out of his reverie. She could see the way his body tensed at her question, and whether it was because she cut him out of his thoughts of because of what she asked, she didn't know.
It took a quiet moment before Namor answered, looking in deep contemplation with his eyebrows furrowed deeply and his eyes growing darker. The next thing he uttered was so full of emotion that it flooded through the sentence, his voice sounding thicker than blood.
"Leti' ka'ach in reina. My queen. In k'iino' ka, in k'áak'náabo'."
(She was my queen. My sun and my sea.)
For a second her words refused to make it out of her mouth. The Wakandan princess' mind didn't wonder to Namor having a queen.
The Namor now wasn't like the Namor she had met in the shores of her land with her mother. The Namor now felt like a broken man who would go the farthest lengths to protect his people. With every counting second of being in this underwater cave, Shuri seemed to discover more and more about the man, slowly laying bare the walls he had built around himself.
"Is she-"
"She was.. she was killed by surface dwellers." The god cut off, as if he couldn't bear to hear the words coming out from someone else's lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and Shuri felt the sea grow quiet for a split second. It was like it remembered their lost queen.
He took a deep breathe before speaking out and if one were to listen closely, they could hear the slight shakiness in his voice, like talking about this particular incident tore his wounds open again. "Years ago the surface dwellers tried to find Talokan. They were told of an underwater city filled with glittering gold and diamonds, with a palace of precious metals whose value exceeds all else."
"They are greedy, always taking and taking what is not theirs—beasts who ravage land with no mind of its consequences. She was there where the land met the waters along with the young ones, and those monsters crossed paths with them." Namor shook his head, disdain present in the way he moved his body and his words.
"The first thing they did they raised their weapons, pointing it at her when all she did was offer them her hands. She tried to speak to them, to negotiate with peace and kindness. But they are blinded with hatred." He spat that word out and Shuri almost flinched at his tone.
"With no mercy they killed her and the children. They took their lives as if it was nothing to them."
"When I emerged to the surface.. she was already dying."
One of your handmaids had been the one to inform him of the situation, barging into his mural room right when he got back from a trip with a growing panic in her eyes as she screamed in anguish, 'Le reina! Le reina!'
"I turned to those murderers and treated them with how they treated my wife and the children; I killed them with no mercy."
The feathered serpent god will never forget the possessing rage he felt when he saw what those killers did to his wife. Without a single doubt in his movements he flew towards them like a strike of lightning and sliced their heads off before they could even scream.
Something that would always haunt his dreams was seeing his beloved die in his arms, unable to do anything, running out of time.
Sometimes, if the K'uk'ulkan thought too much about it, he could still feel the way he held you in his arms, the jarring coldness of your body that surged across his skin like a bloodthirsty frostbite.
Your hair fell in a pool beneath your head, encrusted with blood that he didn't know where it came from. There was too much, too much of it that slithered around your body. With trembling hands he supported the back of your neck, bringing your face closer as he cradled your cheeks in his palms.
"Ma', ma', in puksi'ik'al.. jaap wicho'ob, láayli' ma' jach a súutuko'," he pleaded, heart racing a thousand beats at your weakened state. His fingers stroked your temples, tracing the skin from your eyebrows to the high point of your cheek and you swore you would forever savor the feel of his skin on yours.
(No, no, my heart.. open your eyes, it's not your time yet,)
"It's al-..right, in amado." You choked out, holding the hand that held your face and leaning onto his palms with whatever energy you had left in you. It was getting harder to open your eyes or even speak, the hole in your chest rampaging your body like an unquenched beast.
"In ku. Let go, K'ukulkan. Ts'o'ok in meentik le ba'ax táan des-.. destinado in beetik waye'.. je'el u páajtal in je'elel bejla'e'.."
(They call me. I've done what I was meant to do here.. I can rest now..)
He ignored your terrifying acceptance and gently quieted you, pressing his lips onto your forehead in deep fervor. "Save you words, in yaakunaj-"
Namor's heart threatened to jump right out of his chest when he felt your hand go slightly limp, desperately taking it above the crook of his neck, right where the ends of his jaw met his ears. The king held onto you so tightly, trying to keep you grounded with him in the world of the living as if the warmth of his body would spread life to your decaying one. He saw you smile peacefully, like his touch rejuvenated you for a single beat, slowly yet surely stroking the tip of his pointed ears as you've always done whenever you had the chance to. It was a small act of affection that Namor fell weak to, and he couldn't contain the abrupt cry that fell from his lips at the familiar gesture.
"K'a'as a puksi'ik'al yéetel a-.. a yaakunaj, in ajawo'," but even then your stubborn and insistent nature persevered. You spoke with only him and your love for him in mind, silently telling him that this will not be the end. That despite after all this when you will no longer be there to tell him just how beloved and brave he is, he should still remember what he had learned—what he had taught you. You hoped that it would keep him grounded and true, still fierce but with compassion and empathy.
(Remember your heart and your love, my king,)
"In.. yaakunech," and you let our your final breathe, the light in your eyes no longer shining as you stared up into nothing. At the least you looked content to pass to the afterlife in your husbands arms, a gentle lift on the corner of your lips to signify that you've moved on. But along with your departure you tore apart of Namor that he didn't think could ever be replaced—left him with a half-ripped heart and as a shell of the man he once was.
(I love you)
Now, kneeling on the prickling pearly sand tainted with weeping carmine, he was not a god. He was not the king of a powerful underwater nation, he was not a lethal mutant, a hero, a villain, or a protector. No, he was just a man. A man whose heart had been punctured with a hole in the shape of his beloved.
He screamed at the world with the voice of someone who had just lost everything, scorning the surface dwellers with a burning pit of anger and vengeance in his blackened heart. It echoed around the area, bleeding onto every rock, every blade of grass and every tree with his promise of death. The sea grew restless, mirroring the raging currents in his soul.
Namor choked a cry, closing your eyes as his hands shook with grief and pain, body threatening to collapse under his heartbreak. He brought your face closer to his, resting his forehead against yours while he scrunched his eyes closed, disbelieving and mourning of the loss of his beloved. Because no matter how much he begged, how much he cried for you, you would never come back to him, never blessing him with that delicate smile on your face again. The god stayed there for what felt like hours and days, whispering sweet goodbyes, harrowing sobs and promises to avenge you.
When he carried your cold body to Talokan, the people could only stare in shock and despair over the loss of their darling queen. In their eyes you were one of the most powerful people in the kingdom, not just because of your position, but because of your compassion and your love—something that knew no bounds.
It was a painful and gut-wrenching experience, to bury his own wife. It brought him back to the time where he had to do the same to his own mother, to cover her in clothe and put a piece of maize inside her mouth.
"The surface dwellers have taken so much. Talokan's queen, our home and our freedom. I will not let them do so again." Namor had a scathing look in his eyes, a latent tone of tiredness from facing a world that only took from him.
"She must have been an amazing queen and a strong woman." Shuri could only utter these words with a solemn expression on her face, unable to reply to such vulnerability of someone she had considered a dangerous enemy. Despite that.. there was an underlying empathy between the two. Shuri understood him. She knew the pain of losing someone you love.
"She was." A calm visage eventually spread around his face as he looked up at the glorious mural depicted on the walls of the room. "She had the biggest heart and the kindest soul."
Namor couldn't help but get lost in his memories of his beautiful wife. He speaks no lies when he describes you. You were the people's queen, as what the Talokanil called you. You'd always visit the people, play games with the children and scour the underwater markets that sold all kinds of trinkets and foods. Whenever the people needed you you were always there, willing to help them without a second glance as you opened your heart to them all.
After you death, whenever he would swim around Talokan and talk to his people—laughing and joking around with them—there would be this.. serene melody inside his heart, a gentleness that ran through his veins. Namor would feel the water pulsing on the pads of his skin and he'd always take a moment to close his eyes to relish the feeling. Then a smile would make it onto his face—the kind of smile that you would always tell him to show more often. His people felt it too, like a warm embrace to their soul, as if you were watching over them, still caring about them even when you were gone.
It was not only to Talokan's people, but to the ocean's animals too.
If there was one thing about his queen, it was that you had a deep affinity with the marine animals. Whenever the king couldn't find you anywhere in your room or in the palace halls, Namor would only smile to himself and swim to the clearing of the sea just outside of Talokan, watching his wife croon along the whales and the orcas, taking care of them as if your love spoke a thousand languages.
"In ch'ujuk, ko'oten paakat!" You would shout, gleefully waving your hand up in the air with no care in the world.
(My sweet, come and look!)
Sometimes he would only stay back and watch you with eyes so tender that it looked like he was entirely captivated by you. By your voice, your laughter, your smile; your everything. Other times, Namor would be too taken by you (as he always was), deciding to join you play with the creatures that you'd called 'your babies'. Whirling and chasing them around them felt like dancing in the water and Namor was too in love to ever deny you of your little joy.
Even now whenever the whales would call out to the sea, or when the orcas whistled and clicked along, he could still hear your radiant laughter singing along with them and oh how he longed to hear that sound again, to hear the melody of the ocean in its fullness.
You were simply the glue to Talokan; everyone adored the queen.
Until now, your throne still sat next to his, the jade and vibranium never ceasing to glow. Every time he sat there, watching over his people and celebrating his kingdom with defiant shouts of "L'ik'ik Talokan" he would always remember your face, remember the proud look you had when you would raise your fist to your chest along with everyone. Your memory will never fade in the heart of Talokan, always lingering in the brightest places, comforting during troubling times, because you will always be a precious piece of the kingdom that neither he nor his people would forget.
If he brought the sun to his people, you were the sun to him.
"You and I, we are not so different, princess." He broke his train of thought.
"Those people only see us as threats because they know we are powerful. They will not stop until they have what they want. It is a danger to my kingdom and my people—a threat to your people too."
Finally, Namor turned his head to face Shuri, a determined aura lingering in his voice and in his expression. She felt compelled to stare back straight into his eyes, the conviction in his tone like a true king. "And so I offer you again."
"Join me, and we will never have to see our people suffer, to see our loved ones suffer. We will no longer mourn our losses and bury the dead for unjust cruelty."
"Together, we will watch the world burn."
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lawd this man singlehandedly got me out of a writing slump like.. making a fic with angst + namor = too easy 😩💳💥
this is my first time writing for him, so i hope it was okay! im so in love with him and i wanted to contribute my own piece to the fandom.
also, i'm pretty sure the yucatec mayan was not properly translated, so i apologize from my heart for the inaccuracies. please tell me if i have to fix anything!
dividers by @delishlydelightfuldividers and @rpinkling
tags: @bloatedandlonly
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mrsoharaa · 10 days
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you didn't think too much into the simple graze of the newest spider-mans fingers gently brisking over yours as he takes his leave. the sweet, noble male that personally tended to you from your former strenuous, chaotic mission that led you to having a wounded leg. thus putting you right into the spider society's med bay.
you wave him off with a friendly smile, your eyes quickly sweeping over ever so attentively to the left to note Miguel's intent stare. pretty globes of soft cardinal leering behind the new, overly tending spider-man leaving the medical room you resided in. bearing directly into the back of the generous mans skull with such fueling rage and hatred.
his hardened glare sweeps back over to meet yours through the crystalline glass of the mirror into your medical room. thick brows that once tightened ever so firmly and searing wrath pooling into those glorious irises of pure ruby, immediately softening to your delicate gaze. a tinge of hurt and remorse instantly building up in the conflicted mans chest, immensely.
your heart flutters against your own, capturing the shorten, soften gaze of swarming distraught and longing clinging into those beautiful, intense eyes of his. your lush lips slowly part from each other, attempting to gather words to accumulate towards the man — but only failed, inescapably, when everything within you blared at you not to engage with him. not to engage with the very man that put you through with so much unbinding hurt and betrayal. the very same man that slowly, treacherously broke and tore you from piece by piece.
your pupils dilate, closing your agape lips promptly as your fingers crumble amongst the thin sheets of the medical beds bedding. you turn your head, shielding back the hot, thick tears swelling at the brims of your lashes. trying to not crumble before the very man that you inevitably fell in love with, during your previous time together (during your little "stress distressing" lascivious sessions).
the very same man that slowly, treacherously broke and tore you from piece by piece. promises of unfulfilled, unattainable pledges of comforting enlightenment and console, crumbling with the shattered fragments of your broken heart.
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sewerpalette · 12 days
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Architects can change their form right? I mean their bodies are pretty much a few dozen organisms frankensteined together, so it wouldn’t be much of a stretch to imagine that even though it isn’t desirable to them they would be willing to get a new body that is based on only a quarter of said organisms, a form that isn’t akin to their usual bodies but more specific for certain planets / solar systems. I mean canonically we know that they can transfer to different bodies so it isn’t much of a stretch to imagine they do have different types of bodies for different planets and solar systems. So what would a humanoid body look like? I’d imagine it wouldn’t look like an actual human does, perhaps a little uncanny (eyes too far apart, nose too far up, lower arms too long, you get it) or just full alien, maybe a mix of features too. Would they have hair or would it be considered inefficient? Would they be taller or shorter than the average human? Female or male presenting? Or androgynous perhaps?
TLDR: if architects would create a humanoid(ish) body would it have hair or not?
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incorrect-web-novels · 6 months
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Not to fan the discourse flames, especially since this is mainly a web novel occurrence, but certain people who hate Jiang Cheng purely on moral grounds are really strange to me when you consider what Wei Wuxian did to Wen Chao. "He (allegedly) killed innocent demonic cultivators." "He's ungrateful." "He's homophobic." "He's manipulative and abusive." Okay, but, like, Wen Chao literally ate parts of himself out of madness. Wang Lingjiao bit his penis off. Like or dislike any character you want without apology, but we're well past morality policing rn tbh. It's okay if they're a little fucked up
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kyokutsu-sama · 1 year
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Last night I had a great idea for a fic and I didn't hesitate to share it. He often invades my thoughts at night and as I know I'm not the only one who are obssessed with him here's something for all Kenpachi lovers🤭
You have no idea how much I read about him and that really motivates me to write something for him too.
I hope you like and please don't let it flop. I've been thinking about this all night❤
Kenpachi x reader
Tw: smut
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You walked around the outside of the 11th division's quarter looking for Kenpachi and found it a little strange not to find him there training or something.
You kept looking for him and to your amazement you found him in the place where you least expected it, in his office.
"Well, I can't believe you're actually sitting there doing all these papers"You said as you entered and approaching the table
"Unfortunately that's the worst side of being a captain, I'd really rather be on a battlefield while cutting my enemies in two and feeling that thrill of fighting"He said without taking his eyes off the papers
"Yeah… that really matches your title"
"What about you? Don't you have anything to do?"
"I actually did but you haven't even looked at me yet"
"I'm busy"
You put yourself next to him while watching how focused and calm he was. You were glad you lived long enough to see the most sadistic man in soul society acting calmly. The only time he really looked like this was when he was sleeping.
You decided to tease him a bit by putting yourself between him and the table causing him to pull away from what he was doing and look at you.
"What are you doing?"
"You know, I came here because I wanted to show you something that you might like but since you seem busy, I'll just kiss you goodbye and go to the 6th division, maybe captain Kuchiki is free. What do you think?"
His blood boiled hearing your words. That damn idiot! Just hearing this man's name makes him feel angry. He gave you a death stare causing your lips to curl into a smirk after noticing his gaze and knowing that now you had his attention.
"What's wrong? You didn't like the idea?"You sitting on the table and sliding your foot between his thighs without taking your eyes off his
"Don't tease me like that Y/n, you know you're going to lose this fight"He said in a deep voice
"Really? Then why don't you start fighting seriously too. Let me see the true beast you are"You said bitting your lip and and putting your foot on his groin
He gave you a sadistic smile and grabbed your foot putting it aside.
"Don't forget that it was you who asked for it"
He got up from the chair attacking your lips voraciously as his hands tightened your waist and probably leaving bruises from his strong fingers on your skin. You wrapped your legs around him while holding the back of his neck with one hand to deepen the kiss. You needed him, that adrenaline rush that only he could give you.
"Show me what you got for me"He said biting your bottom lip
You smiled and started taking off your kimono revealing your completely naked body. He looked you up and down with a smile on his lips.
"You walked around completely naked like that? You really need me"He said, kissing you again
You took off the rest of the kimono and threw it on the floor as your hands rushed to remove his clothes. He moved his lips down to your neck leaving hickeys all over that area. He laid you down on the table and placed himself on top of you, his broad build covering your entire body. His mouth devoured your body fiercely, there wasn't even a bit of skin on your breasts that wasn't marked by the bites and hickeys he left. You moaned his name over and over, just his reiatsu was enough for your body to start releasing small drops of sweat. He pulled you to the edge of the table and spread your legs exposing your wet slit for him who licked his lips at the sight.
"I bet that the stupid Kuchiki doesn't make you that wet, does he?"
Without hesitation he placed his head between your thighs sucking all over your sensitive skin, making you arch off the table as you opened your mouth to moan his name loudly.
His hands came up to squeeze your breasts as his tongue licked up and down your folds. He dominated your body like no one else had ever done, you were sure that there was no other who could give you all that pleasure, only him. His hot mouth sucked on your little bud making you grip his black hair to ease that pleasure. You were so close and he could feel it in the way you were squeezing your thighs on either side of his head. He increased the intensity of the suctions making you come into his mouth, he rose while licking his lips and staring at your panting and sweaty body. You thought he was going to give you a little break after you came but he didn't. He turned you over on the table making you face away from him, his big hands spread your legs apart as he positioned himself in the middle of them. You could feel his cock against your wet folds making you moan a little.
"I'm pretty sure that Captain Kuchiki won't fuck you the way I'm about to do"He said next to your ear making you shiver
He put his hands on your hips pulling you against him without warning. You gripped the edge of the table, lifting your head and biting your lower lip to muffle the loud moan you were about to give. He wasn't kind to you but if we think about it, you weren't kind either when you mentioned the name of his rival. Your fingers gripped the edge of the table even tighter as he came and went hard and fast making his pelvis bump hard against you. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips guiding the thrusts. One of his hands went to your hair and gripped it as he fuck you from behind, you couldn't stop moaning his name and letting the entire division know what was going on. Your eyes rolled back as you got closer to coming again and having his cock inside you made you made you get closer of your peack.
"Keep moaning like that… and tell them who you belong to"He said without stopping the thrusts
"I-Im yours... ken-pachi…"You said between moans
"Again"He said as his hand marked the skin of your buttocks
"Im all yours... Fuck"
Your insides tighten around him more and more, he turned you so that you were facing him. He looked up into your face to find your eyes shining with lust and leaned down to kiss you even more needily as he wrapped your legs around his waist and his hands went to your neck holding it as he went back to fucking you even faster and harder.
"Ahh… I'm so close to c-come"You said while holding his forearms and rolling your eyes in pleasure
He smiled knowing he was pushing you to the limit and that spurred him on even more. You arched off the table as you tightened your legs around his waist and after a few more hard thrusts you came a second time as he poured his warm fluids inside of you. Your folds were dripping all over your skin. You were so exhausted, your legs were completely weak just like the rest of your body. Kenpachi withdrew from inside you while trying to catch his breath, you sat on the edge of the table looking at him with a satisfied smile on your face.
"What are you looking at? Want to go for a second round?"He said noticing that you were looking at him
"Just give me some time and then who knows if I don't line up in a second"You said winking at him
He went to you holding your chin and giving you a rough kiss, you held his shoulder moaning a little against his lips. You thought that would be the beginning of the second round, he was still hard but nothing else happened.
"I really hope you don't set foot in the 6th division because you can be sure that I will punish you"
"And what would that punishment be?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"It's better not, I don't want to spend the rest of my life in the 4th division"You said looking away a little
"Good"
You knew he wasn't joking and that's why you put aside the idea of going to pay a visit to Captain Kuchiki. For the sake of your legs.
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kaeyapilled · 11 months
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kid kaeya sitting quietly on a pew during mass in the favonius church feeling so distinctly alienated from everyone else in there that it borders on despairing
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true-blue-sonic · 5 months
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My knowledge of '06 isn't the firmest, but I'm wondering something:
After Iblis got freed in the original timeline where Elise perished on Eggman's malfunctioning Egg Carrier, what did Sonic and friends do?
Elise has died, and Eggman presumably as well. We know for certain that Omega got reprogrammed by humanity to capture Shadow, who gets put in stasis, after which Omega goes into standby mode. But as far as I know, nothing else is said about Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Rouge, and the extended cast who are not featured in the game. Did they take on the role Silver would too in his ruined future, where they kept fighting against Iblis until each of them perished also? How did they react to what humanity did to Shadow? And how did Iblis' destruction of the world go: was it quick and swift, or did it take many years?
I think it would suit Sonic especially to keep fighting until the bitter end... It is unfortunate that we know that, no matter what it is he and his friends did, their efforts were in vain, though.
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takethelx3 · 6 months
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I live for their dynamic duo
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nandermoenthusiast · 8 months
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guys i have been in a state for days. i am giddy i am gasping for air i am broken inside i am blushing i am sweating i am twirling my hair i am suffering i dont know how to deal with the very real possibility that nandor has loved guillermo for years and has been restraining himself, feigning aloofness, keeping his distance, because all these years he understood that maybe guillermo would never be ready for vampirism - and maybe hes been so depressed in the latest years because hes finally found someone he wants to spend eternity with, and he strongly suspects he will spend eternity missing them instead
#i truly truly truly dont know how to deal#this season recontextualised the whole show for me#if i shipped nandermo before now i am absolutely batshit crazy about them and its all i think about#wwdits#wwdits spoilers#what we do in the shadows#nandermo#this is just speculation but i just - i feel it in my bones#like fuck imagine having been alone for 800 years. fuck. imagine losing lover after lover and being kind of a disaster at romance actually#imagine finding someone you so easily connect with and theyre so amazing you love them so much they can even hold their own against you#and fuck they like you back. and then you understand that they are too fundamentally kind to be a monster.#and its like a fucking stake through the heart its like youre made of glass and youre shattering#i hate this and i swear to god. they need to end up together. not just to end up together#they need to spend the rest of their lives together and ideally eternity tbh#i dont care gizmo you get over the killing hangup and have nandor turn you and spend eternity in#bliss and shenanigans. like man. man. man. i love how this season turned out i really do#but i hope its more of a ‘he had not thought it through and wasn’t ready and also we need to have nandor do it fr’#anyway nandor becoming human is also ok but i really hope that they find a way to navigate guillermos inability to kill#like. nandor killing for him or him robbing blood banks or him only hunting predators etc#or him feeding without killing people#just bc i still really like the concept of them having so much time together and their time together not be limited#i feel like after all those years pining for one another. they deserve that
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bluuscreen-png · 3 months
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redraw <3 the lyrics have like no relevance to these characters anymore but oh well it’s cute
the original… it’s from 2019 i think
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hcuyk · 1 month
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was skimming thru kidult comments and reblogs bc i forgot just? how much response the fic got? jesus fucking christ this community makes me :( ALSO @sunwoosberrie OH MY GOD YOUR COMMENTS :((( THEY MEANT SM TO ME BACK THEN AND I RMBRED YOU SO WELL FOR ALWAYS ASKING FOR A HAPPY ENDING the fact youre still back and havent changed ur pfp (from what i rmbr) is INSANE LIKE. THANK YOU SO MUCH :( FOR ALWAYS BEING HERE and still waiting cause wtf 😭
anyway this took me out /pos
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LIKE IMVRYEURNG I CANAT
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ghost-facess · 5 months
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I can't stop thinking about tom blyth in a rock band
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ozlices · 6 months
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the aftons and henry's family dynamics being switched in the movie franchise's continuity would make sense but also in the most fucked up way bc it's like. scott really said that locked box is closed FOREVER we never get to know the games' secrets. we are just left to a void of mystery.
#mine#i will continue rooting for mike is still an afton through his aunt theory but.#ig congrats mp for making a fnaf theory that actually makes sense again cause damn... we're just. Thinking now.#tbh regardless i would really like for the movies to end with a showdown between william & henry directly#like. we know henry knows everything bc of fnaf 6 & i. NEED. the SPEECH recreated in the movie#but imagine henry saying The Line to william's face. and then burning the building down. looking him in the eye#as they both go down in the building together#it'd be really epic and cool and i think henry deserves being the most iconic man in movies ever like that#fnaf#fnaf movie#fnaf movie theory#fnaf theory#tbf though like. regarding the games being so confusing#at this point. as people who have been here genuinely from the jump#there's at least a few interpretations of at least scott's games that make sense & are coherent.#& just kinda accepting help wanted onward as almost like. a botw approach to the timeline#where it's SO far removed from everything that happened in the original timeline#it's just. kinda on its own playing field. that. makes the most sense to me. like. down to the og games#genuinely just being urban legends to ppl.#but idk. i dont think we'll ever know the games#the movies on the other hand though HAVE to make sense bc. it's a movie.#much harder to achieve being cryptic in a movie.#though it is interesting that at least as far as we know#the number of children between the families is directly swapped.#what's up w that. for why.#pls take all the time u need w the second movie we waited 8 yrs for the first we can wait forever but also i need answers NOW
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lateraniansweets · 3 months
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I mean if you want to write on the pregnancy I’m interested in hearing your thoughts, I guess I went a little too dramatic in trying to come up with an idea lol
HELP (totally understandable)
i think the way amuro would react to the news mainly depends on two things. how long the two of you have been together and if we're talking about zeta or cca amuro just because of the state he's in mentally in both iterations.
for cca amuro we have the non-canon (?) beltorchika's children novels that i love and hate as a good benchmark on his reaction tbh. wether or not you guys have been in a long term relationship doesn't matter because he'll take responsibility so he won't walk out on you (but axis will make him buy milk). in terms of like the relationship between the two of you having an already established relationship matters. he'd take responsibility which in this case can be child support to full-on marrying you (the things id do to marry amuro ray tbh) even if he doesn't really want to because to quote BC novel amuro 'it's not like i have a choice' which makes me lean on the idea that he'll marry you for the baby as that's his idea of taking responsibility.
for zeta amuro i just have one question. how?????????????? like in between joining karaba and his house arrest schtick did he have the chance to get laid and have a baby.
okay but seriously giving zeta amuro the weight of incoming fatherhood will make things worse for him. he was miserable and dealing with sm trauma from the OYW and adding a child into the mix is just terrible. i don't think you or him would be happy in this situation with amuro's inner turmoil and the constant stress/danger that he/both of you would be in during the gryps conflict.
overall i dont think amuro's the type of actively want a child and dreads the idea of being a father. personally i think parenthood would just make him more of an internal mess even if its the better adjusted cca amuro so yeah.
i like to think that in the surprise baby situation because im a sucker for sweet moments its in a timeline/au where amuro is actually given the time and support system during zeta where he isn't constantly getting called a coward for not wanting to fight or go to space because of magic newtype PTSD.
in this timeline i think he'd still have a certain degree of apprehension to the situation but would cope with it better and wouldn't straight up ghost you for 4-5 business days to let the whole thing settle in like i think cca and zeta would. like i said in cca he'd take responsibility but there wouldn't be any sort of driving force where marriage (if you guys aren't already) becomes the go-to ie char saw a dinosaur documentary during his quarter life crisis and decided to replicate it. or literally just his life during zeta. i think without that rush or push for marriage would do him good and help settle him for fatherhood.
anyways tldr; amuro has a lot going on in his life becoming a soon to be dad has a good chance of making things worse for him even if he doesn't realise it.
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jrueships · 7 months
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