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cranberrytea451 · 10 months

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Okay, so this one is dark. I think I've mentioned before that I usually write horror/drama, I tried to scale back on it for this because idk how id feel about dropping the stuff I usually write on my undertale sans Tumblr.

So ⚠️ warning for abuse, suffocation, implied suicidal thoughts... you know... bad stuff. it's Nightmare sans what do you want from me?

Also, Nightmare's voice sounds like Pinhead, cause I said so.

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You'd been having nightmares. Not that it wasn't expected, your waking life was a nightmare of itself. Perhaps even more frightening than the apparitions haunting your sleeping mind.

You applied ice to the diarrhea colored bruise smoothed over your jaw. Hacking out the blood filling in your mouth and counting your teeth with a bitten tongue.

The bathroom mirror reflected your face. It would even make a demon wince in pity.

Your empty stomach churned, you'd vomit if you had anything in it.

The evidence of your uneasy sleep was marked clearly under your eyes, with the skin bunched up like a caterpillar squirming to burst from its cocoon.

The interview you had tomorrow was a bust when you walked in looking like this. You needed that job. You couldn't escape without it. You had no money, no friends, and no family left that would take you in. All you had was–

"Here."

Your significant other dabbed red spit glistening from your chin.

Anger swelled up inside you, begging to pop like a zit gored with pus. Instinctively, you wanted to wrap your hand around their neck; rationally, you knew they beat you to the punch.

You had cared for them once. In the beginning, perhaps, when you were dumb and them dumber. Believing you could fix someone who decided to be broken. While you had brought no tools to fix them, they had brought plenty to dismantle you.

It wasn't awful all the time, that was the worst part, because in the moments when they made you dinner, played your favorite song, swept you off your feet in an inharmonious dance, you pretended you ever were in love.

These moments, hazy as dreams, never lasted.

One misstep, and wham.

Ice pack to the face, busted lip, aching ribs.

No wonder your nightmares were clearer than your waking life.

You managed not to flinch as they applied Neosporin to your cut lip.

"I'm tired," you spoke against the grain of your throat.

Your significant other let out a mirthless laugh, and you resisted the urge to gouge out their tongue. "I guess dinner is canceled tonight?"

You don't remember if you responded.

Everything was black. Your limbs were heavy like you were treading water, and your mouth was dry like you had swallowed an ocean wave.

Oh. This nightmare again.

There was a comforting nature to the numb nothingness.

The pressure crushing your body was more akin to a weighted blanket than a boulder flattening your lungs to paper. You could almost pretend you were dead.

You cried. The tears tasted like razor blades.

Something cold and slimy, the consistency of a slug, wiped the tears dribbling from your eyelashes.

"What a vile thing tears are. A waste of woes."

The voice ventilated out of the darkness.

No. It was the darkness.

An eye glowing a sickly turquoise bloomed before you. If you had the strength, a gasp would have left your heavy lungs.

It spoke again, deep and monotone. "Do I not frighten you?"

"Maybe if I knew what you were," you wheezed.

A horrible sound, like metal scrapping against concrete, ricocheted in your ears. Was that the creature's laugh?

A skeletal face emerged from the blackness. Tar dripped from where the other socket should be if it were a human skull.

"Most souls," it spoke the word with a deep disgust, "are petrified of the unknown."

"This is a dream you can't hurt me."

"Don't be foolish," another slimy mass circled around your neck, "I am not a dream."

A chill trickled down your spine as two hands materialized and cradled your face. "I am a nightmare. And I am starving for your hell."

Its unnatural grin grew and stretched like a Cheshire cat.

The cold appendages stroked your face, absorbing the snot and tears surfing down.

Despite the obvious threat, you leaned into the touch. It had been long since someone held you with any tenderness, even if said tenderness was a facade.

"Strange." The living rope around your neck tightened a fraction. "Where is your fear?"

You were now only half aware of the creature. Your brain imposing the visage of your significant other before you. Fuck them. Fuck this dream. Fuck this nightmare. This thing said it was hungry? What hell could it possible bring upon you which reality hadn't?

A small laugh bubbled up.

The words were plucked and picked from your brain like road kill, "I guess dinner is canceled tonight."

The creature seemed to freeze. Everywhere it touched was so cold it burned. It felt good against the bruise on your jaw.

"Ah."

The tentacles(?) slithered off of your neck.

"Hate." The skeleton creature slowly tucked your hair behind your ear. "You viper, I do wonder, will you strike them in their slumber?"

A sticky, boney finger forced your face toward its own. "Or do you crave a more intimate agony?"

Its eye glowed brighter, and tar sludged down its other socket like sewer water.

"I- uh… what?" Your brain really did conjure up the weirdest things when you dreamed.

The smile on its face fell slightly. "I don't like repeating myself."

An eerie silence followed.

The creature was still. It watched you for an eternity, cataloging every irritated twitch of your body.

"So exquisitely empty."

The voice whispered like a lover in your ear. "Don't have such a limited imagination. There are far more excruciating ways to extinguish a soul than strangulation."

You woke up.

#uhh #one shot?#one shot #i dont post writing often #its not my best work but its honest #nightmare sans #reader #is this romance?#I am revealing to you that I have watched all 11 hellraiser movies #im not writing one shots to procrastinate on other stuff #I swear #you know what is kinda sucks and im sorry for posting it #nightmare is also not my favorite sans #I actually find it more difficult to write my favorite characters #I still love him 😩

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smolthealmighty · 2 years

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no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

#bnha 365 #bnha spoilers #shigaraki tomura #what what what what what what what what what what what what what what what what what what what #the nightmares never end for my boy #put those tHINGS BACK WHERE THEY CAME FROM I SWEAR TO FU-#horikoshi please curb your inner junji ito #and we gotta wait two weeks to see how shigaraki reacts to his subconscious family summoning?! are you kidding me!!!#smol’s stuff #smol’s weird ass shit

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hurricanek8art · 8 months

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So! Update on my SWTOR woes! I figure putting it in the main tag makes it so everyone that helped me sees it. Thank you everyone for your advice! I was so nervous about asking and you guys are so cool!

I'm planning on just doing Voss and Corellia for now to keep from burning out! This is like attempt three at me making a Jedi Knight because I wanted her to be my Outlander and then I'd freeze up and panic because I wanted it to be "perfect" but y'know what? Perfect's overrated anyway, this is supposed to be fun! I'll keep the other planetary storylines on the backburner in case I need to level up any further, but since I hit level 50 before I was out of chapter one and I thiiiink I hit 54 last night finishing Maelstrom Prison, I don't think I need to worry about my level being too low for a while. 🤣🤣🤣

(side note—thank you so much @greyias I GOT THE STUPID WHATSHISFACE COLONEL GUY WITH THE EYEBEAMS FINALLY 🤣 I do not know why I didn't think of using those crates as a shield before, I am so dumb :P)

You guys were so helpful and nice and I don't know what else to say I'm so bad at this 🥴🤣 but thank you! All of this actually helped me work up the courage to maaaaaaybe share my stuff? At least screenshots and backstory rambles because I have to share it somehow. I can only yammer my brother's ear off about it for so long, and he's the only other person I know IRL that's as into all this as me, so y'know. 🤣 I might make a masterpost to introduce everyone but I gotta gather up all my screenshots first and I'm kinda meh about getting good ones, so :P we'll see. And condense about two and a half/three-ish years of my brain hurtling backstories at me faster than I can write when I'm supposed to be writing other stuff into readable paragraphs. Uh... yeah, maybe don't expect it too soon. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I'm queuing this for tomorrow because I only got the chance to actually sit down and write this at midnight here, it's been crazy. Thank you again, everyone! I'm so bad at social stuff I don't know what else to say but thanks!

I don't know how to end this, so uh... Here! Unnecessarily adding all my Republic side characters in because I love them and I constantly want to infodump when it's not the time or place! 🤣

Aja Verdona, my Jedi Knight; Reilly Hawkins, my Smuggler; Ataraxia Kestis, my Consular (and my smuggler's twin sister); and Ijaaka Ordo, my Trooper. They have permanently rewired parts of my brain and I love them all dearly even though I accidentally play favorites with Aja. 🥴

#It was a nightmare finally getting a chance to play yesterday #Two days of chaos (nothing bad just a lotta stuff to do) and then as I'm trying to finish Maelstrom Prison a FLIPPING STORM ROLLS IN #And our janky old potato of a laptop WON'T HOLD A CHARGE ANYMORE so unplugging it to finish wasn't an option #It did add to the ambiance of racing through the facility trying to get out in time I'll give it that 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣#BUT I DID IT. FINALLY. I AM FREE.#...until I have to run it with my trooper since she's the only one Pubside that hasn't done it yet. great. 🥴🤣#I'm trying so hard not to infodump about my characters yet. I will make a proper post. I WILL make a proper post.#I HAVE IT IN WRITING NOW #I CAN'T CHICKEN OUT! TAKE THAT ANXIETY BRAIN!#I swear I tried to condense this and make it shorter I'm so sorry. Once I get going I never know when to shut up 🥴🥴🥴#Sorry for crashing the dash! It will probably happen again! 🤣🤣🤣#K8 Rambles about SWTOR #SWTOR #Star Wars The Old Republic #SWTOR Jedi Knight #SWTOR Jedi Consular #SWTOR Smuggler #SWTOR Trooper #SWTOR OC: Aja Verdona #SWTOR OC: Reilly Hawkins #SWTOR OC: Ataraxia Kestis #SWTOR OC: Ijaaka Ordo #I know I used that picture for Aja already but listen getting good screenshots on my janky computer is HARD #so when I get a good shot I USE the sucker #I've never queued anything before I hope this works!

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bo0bydrake · 10 months

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only thing that wouldve made the bear more accurate is at least 6 hours of b-roll of the kitchen staff yelling at the wait staff for no reason

#thats some behind the scenes stuff they didnt have time for i guess #last week my coworker made a joke to one of the chefs over the counter like 'hurry up' and he started swearing at her #mind you this is an open kitchen environment #obviously she started yelling back at him #and i am team waitstaff as always!!#so in the ring i would be supporting my homegirl #and not slenderman the chef #also bc those assholes keep calling me a 'matcha person' despite me NOT LIKING MATCHS #they think i have a 'crystal vibe'#well fuck you!!!#the bear #i have restaurant trauma if youre not aware i sometimes have nightmares about it #the bear fx

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revvywevvy · 1 year

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i took her out of her box just long enough to take this picture then stuffed her back in because I'm terrified of ruining her pristine model-work ;; she's so purrdy,,

#cell mumbles #♡ pyrrha alexandra #pyrrha alexandra #cw depressive thoughts #<- only in the notes just a little #//like- i'd love to have her out buuuut depression and figures don't combine well.#//i literally have like 10 figures of ruby from lo.ve l.ive that i bought when i was a minor right #//they're all on my nightstand. coated in dust. i'm too demotivated to clean them and sell them and i don't want pyrrha to suffer the #//same fate LOL #//i might have to ask my mom to help me clean them bc deadass i just feel so dejected and empty inside when i look at those figures #//they need to be clean they deserve better and my brain WANTS them to be clean but the other part of my brains just like #//'eugh whats the point why bother' and i just- HRGHRHGRHGRHGRHGRHDSGHSDGHDSHGS #//i swear though one day i'll rehome those ruby figures little missy deserves better. then i can spend the money on pyrrha more LMAO #//anyways. ok so ik queens blade pyrrha is kinda. hm. but at the same time this anime-fied version is still just as cute #//i will say though going through the qb cards of pyrrha for my folder was a fucking nightmare #//had to crop out so many panty shots and other stuff it was wild #//qb is fuckin nutty bro lmaoooo #//also no i didnt get her for chrimmy i got her a while ago

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storm-of-feathers · 1 year

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why are stupid nightmares like the worst ones

#in my sunburn nightmares everyone wanted to hug me it was awful and i swear i could feel it #ive had extremely bad sunburns before (i tried to tan when i was like 11 and hadnt figured out im irish yet)#(so... i took a nap in the sun. and wound up with second degree sunburns.)#anyways so ik how that feels on my skin right and everyone just kept TOUCHING me #i already hate it when people touch without warning #(just bc im a huggy person doesnt mean you can just go in esp if i don't know you)#and then if im sunburnt thats just worse dont touch me wtf even when im lizarding dont even look at me itll hurt #see? stupid nightmare. but i know for a fact how much it hurts and skin stuff always freaks me out a bit

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mxmade-up · 2 months

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Ok this has been bouncing around my head for a while but every time I hear this song I think of little nightmares

#my stuff #music #little nightmares #It’s perfect I swear #like both in lyrics and vibes it’s like it was MADE for it #Spotify

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mostdefinitelyahumanperson · 8 months

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ugh i think i accidentally cursed myself again 🙄 i dont have the energy to cleanse myself and my house, guess ill just live with it 😒

#every time. EVERY DAMN TIME i get a depressive episode #unexplainable scary shit start happening around me and to me #blood in 5 eggs out of 12 #every single time i pick up a glass container i drop or knock it over no matter how careful i am #(and it ONLY happens if its glass every other material is safe)#shits flying off my shelves for no fucking reason #AND THE NIGHTMARES BITCHES THE FUCKING NIGHTMARES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#stains that i know for a FACT were not there before appear in my books (i never eat or drink while i read)#back when i still owned plants they would always die (but that was probably just regular depression stuff not poltergeist stuff probably)#theres always a vague bad smell in my nose but as soon as i breathe in to identify/locate it it disappears #and only comes back when i stop paying attention #and i can swear on my soul its not coming from something in my appartment #that one time (not this time) everytime i blew my nose loose dirt came out instead of boogers that was scary as shit #anywayyyyyy im cursed AGAIN and its mildly annoying

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unnamed-atlas · 10 months

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Living the pinnacle high school graduate experience tonight (sleeping on a lone mattress in the middle of the floor in a room only otherwise furnished with an empty shelf and a single chair in a place with spotty wifi in a town I know nothing about)

#we finally got into the new house. it only took a month of chaos 💀#I'll have the rest of my stuff tomorrow i swear I'm not sleeping on the floor permanently #it's better than sleeping in my grandma's couch so y’know I'll take it #I'm like. omg the nightmare is finally over. kind of felt like it might never #if you were wondering where all my personal posts have been lately.#it's bc my life has been a series of unfortunate events for the last several weeks lol #but we stay silly 🤪✌

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dycefic · 1 year

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Tom Saves The World

Everyone knows that it’s super-heroes who save the world. They fight the aliens, or the monsters, or the bad guys. And mostly, that’s true.

But not always.

I’m a psychic. The thing is, my range isn’t that great. I don’t have much detail more than about 36 hours out, 48 for something really big. I’d had a nebulous sort of bad feeling for about a week before this one finally hit, and it was big. Something very tough and very supernatural was going to come up out of the harbor of Nova Roma, and the death-toll was going to be high. Crazy high.

I did all I could. I told the Unaligned Supers Job Placement Agency, and they put the word out to everyone on both sides of the Line. The Henchman’s Union don’t like natural disasters any more than anyone else, and they’re often quite helpful against eldritch horrors and stuff like that. Things that don’t hire henchmen and ruin the property values.

The trouble was, nobody big was around. The only really big team of heavy hitters on the West Coast were away dealing with some sort of doomsday cult - I never was clear on what that was about - and Guarde and Dog Fox were out of touch and even Mx Frantique was out of town at someone’s wedding. It was going to happen in less than two days and we couldn’t find anyone to help and I was seriously considering calling in some kind of bomb threat or something to get people away from the docks, at least.

And then, about eighteen hours out, it just… went away.

Which never, ever happens.

My powers might be short range, but they’re reliable. I don’t get stuff wrong, and I hadn’t been able to find any way to prevent what was going to happen, or even been able to identify anyone who could. But someone did. Someone had done something to stop the threat, something that happened literally while I was opening my car door. When I reached for the handle, thousands of people were going to die. By the time the door was open, there was no threat at all.

At first I thought it must have been a ranged thing. Like, whatever I’d been seeing (all those teeth, I saw them in nightmares for months after) had been distracted by something tasty on its way here and gotten off track, that it’d come up somewhere up or down the coast. My range isn’t that big, either. Anything outside about thirty miles might as well be on Mars for all I know about it. So we kept a watch out, and warned the chapters of the Union and the Agency in other cities.

But nothing happened. Nothing at all. I couldn’t explain it, and I was really unpopular for a while. Supers do NOT like people who cry wolf. There’s enough freaky shit we have to deal with without someone panicking everyone with a dire prophecy that fizzles out.

Thank all the gods that Tunny showed up. Nobody’s really sure what Tunny actually is - sentient fish creature, some kind of really mutated human, an alien, or what. She changes her story a lot. But she’s pretty friendly, especially for a twenty-foot-long horror-movie-mermaid-thing with four arms, so when she came into harbor to pick up some supplies a guy from the Agency went out to tell her what I’d seen. I’d gotten a wharf and dock number, so she went down to check.

I don’t think anyone had ever seen Tunny scared before. Her English wasn’t good enough to really explain what she’d found hibernating down there, but it was something very old and very powerful and very dangerous, and if it’d been woken up my vision would just have been the start of the crisis.

She rounded up a bunch of whales to help her move it, once she was sure it hadn’t been agitated and wasn’t likely to rouse if moved carefully. They towed it out before dawn, not wanting to scare the civilians, and when I saw the footage from the helicopter the Union sent up, when I saw how big the swell was, how many whales were pulling, I swear I nearly crapped myself. No wonder I’d been getting hints a week in advance. Somehow we dumbass humans had built a whole fucking city almost on top of some kind of Ancient Old… THING, and eroded the sea-bottom until it was exposed, and if someone hadn’t done whatever it was we’d all have been dead long before Tunny arrived. And not just all as in ‘all of Nova Roma’, it could have taken out half of the continent... or all of it.

It took me years to find out what happened. YEARS. It turned into a kind of hobby, tracking everything that might possibly have come into contact with Wharf 38 on that particular day.

And what I found, eventually, was a city employee named Thomas Briggs.

I’d found out early on that 38 wasn’t in good repair. Not that bad, but not great. It was old, things were getting a bit saggy in a few places, but there’d been no sign that anything was likely to fall off on the day. It had sat there for a couple of years after the crisis that never happened,, doing its job without problems then been rebuilt without any drama at all.

Entirely, completely, and totally because of Thomas Briggs.

The story, when I finally pieced it together, went like this.

There’d been some project or other to build some sort of high-budget science project over on the other side of the harbor, hanging it off’ve Pier 8, the furthest out on that side. Something about tracking sea-life or ships or something. My conversational English is near perfect, I’ve been here for years, but I don’t speak science nerd in ANY language. It’d all been approved, some university was covering most of the cost, it was all gonna be fine. And it was gonna be over on 8 because that side of the harbor is the shallow end. It’s where the sailboats go. All the big stuff that would block visual sensors and deafen the thing with engine noise was over in the thirties, in the real deep water.

They were almost ready to install the thing when a bunch of rich dudes suddenly got their panties in a bunch over having a big sciency tower thing ruining the view from their yachts, and tried to get it moved.

To, and I’m sure you guessed this, Wharf 38.

Which was completely insane. It wouldn’t be able to do its job over there, it’d be way more in the way, and (although they couldn’t have known it) the installation would definitely have woken up the Thing sleeping by the wharf and we all would have died. But rich dudes with yachts don’t care about that stuff. They’d bitched out and bribed up their friends on the city council, and those friends had done their thing, and the scientists had been left in the dark, and it’d almost gone through. They’d figured to install it right away, so that when the science guys found out it’d be too late and they’d either have to pay a lot to move it or just use it where it was.

Enter Thomas Briggs.

Mr Briggs, Tom to his friends, didn’t give a crap about the yachts or the science. He was a senior money guy for the commercial wharfs, the one who figured out things like how much money they’d take in in a quarter, and what the repair budget should be, stuff like that. He found out about this thing two days before the disaster would have happened, and sat down and did the math.

Then he sent out an email to the guys trying to push this through, and he ripped into them like they’d threatened to knife his mother. I got my hands on that email, and I didn’t understand a lot of it any more than the council guys would have. It was ALL numbers. But at the top he wrote it out in plain English. Pier 8 was new, and rated to handle the weight of the thingy. Wharf 38 was going to be scrapped in a few years, and it was NOT rated for that kind of structure. Pier 8 had plenty of room around it. Wharf 38 was already a tight fit for the big commercial ships, and adding a structure sticking out on one side would block off at least half of the wharf to those ships completely.

Bottom line, putting the thing on Wharf 38 would cost the city hundreds of thousands of dollars more per year than putting it on 8, AND the city would have to eat the cost if 38 collapsed under it which it could easily do, AND the city would have to pay to move it in a couple of years anyway when 38 was due to be rebuilt.

And he cc-ed every important person he had an email address for, including the mayor, the anti-corruption people, and several reporters.

He must have sent that email right when I was opening my car door.

The whole plan collapsed right there, and some people got fired. There was no news story because the whole plan got killed before the reporters even got to the right office. The installation was started on Wharf 8 a few weeks later and I never connected it to a commercial wharf on the other side of the harbor.

One email, and a man who I never could have located in time, a man who had no powers at all, a man who was just conscientiously doing his job looking after the city’s money saved the city, and the continent, and maybe even the world.

Who could have predicted that? Not me, that’s for damn sure.

I can’t deny that I went home and got drunk off my ass that night. Just thinking about how close that had been made my hands shake. One man. One honest man who’d done the math.

I put the word out, once the hangover wore off. What had happened. That Thomas Briggs was the reason we were all alive and everyone better make his life real nice from now on, because he’d done what none of us could do and nobody but the supers would ever even know it.

He’s got a lot of luck coming to him, I can tell you. We don’t forget debts like that.

And I knew that’d freak him out, because honest men don’t like it when people start doing them a lot of favors for no apparent reason, so I tracked him down at the little bar where he likes to have a quiet beer on Friday nights before he goes home. Hell, I was the one who’d gone through it all, back then. I should get to tell him.

I sat down beside him at the bar and looked at him. I saw a thin, small, balding man who looked like he worried too much and didn’t get enough sleep, with lines around his eyes. Yeah, he looked like a man who’d do the math. “Thomas Briggs?”

He blinked at me through his glasses. “Yes? Do I know you?”

“No, you don’t. My name’s Barkhado Omar, and I’ve been looking for you for a long time.” I offered him my hand and he shook it, still looking confused. Which was fair, ‘cause I doubt a lot of seven foot tall Somali women came up to him in bars even when he was young. He’s got to be close to retirement now.

He frowned. “Looking for me? Why?”

I smiled at him. “Tom, let me buy you a drink and tell you about the day you saved the world.”

It’s usually us who save the city, or the world. We have all the intel, all the advantages, all the powers.

But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s someone like Tom Briggs, doing the right thing at the right time and never knowing that he changed the course of history.

Wild, huh?

This story is a direct result of me and my ex chatting about how different the entire Marvel Universe would have been if Jean’s first ‘resurrection’ - being found in a life pod under a wharf, IIRC - had happened at like... any other time. Earlier. Later. It would have changed SO MUCH.

And we speculated about how it could happen, how someone just puttering around in middle management might have unknowingly saved countless lives, prevented Madelyne’s corruption, the legacy virus, all of it, just by postponing that particular set of repairs a bit longer.... and I couldn’t resist writing a version of the story in which Tom does, in fact, save the world.

#short fiction #dyce's supers universe #comics inspired #sometimes something just goes right #horseshoe repair

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