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tornado1992 · 22 days
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Do you guys think that Sonic has scars?
Not like Tails’, definitely not like those. Tails’ scars are from ripping fur, burning flesh, badly healed broken bones, deep cuts, and stuff he doesn’t even remember, from before he even met Sonic and started fighting Eggman. So many scars. He’s covered in them, his fur hides them, so he’s lucky that his tails are the fluffiest part of him, that’s where he has the most scars, hes not exactly ashamed of his scars, they show what he’s survived, they show that he came through all that. But still, most of them are a painful reminder that he had to survive, not live, survive.
Now Sonic… Sonic has very few scars, almost none of them from fights or Eggman encounters, his dumb bots couldn’t ever dream of hurting him, he was way too fast for that, way too strong. So they’re not from those fights, no, they’re from something completely different.
All the baby fox fangs marks in his hands, all the deep scratches from tiny little claws in his chest and the back of his arms, all the little cuts close to his face, all of them.
Sonic is proud of those scars.
He’s proud of those scars, because each and every of those scars are a reminder that he baby fox that caused them survived, because every time Sonic bled because of that kid, it was worth it.
Because he tried to bathe him when he was more blood and mud than fur. Because he forced him to take medicine when he was sick. Because he hugged him every time he had a nightmare and wouldn’t wake up even if it meant he would instinctively try to hurt him in the process. Because he held him and didn’t let go even when he felt tiny claws digging and ripping in his skin.
Those scars meant his little brother still wanted to survive. Those scars meant Sonic did everything to make sure he would live.
He’s proud of those scars.
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tending-the-hearth · 15 days
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so my brother and i watched the episodes and yes, all signs point to clone x being tech, but we were throwing around suggestions, and we both thought of one name that would cause SO much angst.
dogma.
dogma, who we don't know exactly what happened to him.
dogma, who went along with the regulations until it was too late, and did the only thing he could think of to avenge his fallen brothers, and make it up to the living ones.
dogma, who left behind his best friend after what he did, who learned of tup's death, and wanted to do what he could to help, but ended up trapped and experimented on until he lost every little piece of himself.
just... rex and echo realizing who it is, maybe by taking off the helmet, either when it's too late, or just in time, and both of them just freezing, because it's their vod'ika, the one who struggled so much, whose mind was never truly his own, who was used by so many different evils.
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toasteaa · 1 year
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The brainrot won,,,😔🥺
Diluc's kisses always start out warm and chaste. Hesitant - like he's afraid you might not want him this time. Like he believes this kiss (unlike the other millions of kisses he's given you before) will surely be the one that you reject and turn away from him and steer your relationship back into something much more subtle. Those thoughts last about three seconds because the second he feels your hands trailing up his bicep, his shoulder, and up into his unbound hair falling in thick waves, that familiar groan of "please..." slips past his lips directly into yours. It emboldens him then, as always, when you give those red locks just the lightest tug and force another groan out of him, alight another fire in him, one that brings his need and confidence rippling to the surface before that first, hesitant kiss is lost in the searing abyss of a million more.
And Kaeya, oh Kaeya...you'd expected his kisses to be cold and detached (and perhaps they were, once, before a particular fondness took root in his heart and cracked the shell he spent years building up), but there was a warmth there too. He always chuckles into your kisses. It hides the tremble in his lips whenever he finds them against yours; a tremble that he, in his mind, believes betrays his heart and lays him bare in front of you. A tremble that would escape the confines of that soft snickering and ripple through his chest, his arms, down to his hands pulling you closer. As close as he can; closer still, when one kiss turns into two, then to three...five... until the both of you lose count in the tangle of thawing ice and fluttering hearts. It's softer then, when he has to pause and press his forehead to yours, slow his pounding heart so he can think clearly over the rush in his ears, and when he breathes your name but chokes on the confession that has been waiting for years to be told...but he chuckles again. 'Not tonight', he thinks for the thousandth time, 'tomorrow.' and it's enough for him to regain his confidence and return your welcomed kisses once more.
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idk-bruh-20 · 7 months
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Irondad fic ideas #159
Fic set in a universe where they never reversed the snap. The world has been grieving for 8 years.
Suddenly, one of the snapped reappears, but it is not Peter Parker. It's someone else (maybe Strange, Wanda, Bucky...)
There's debate about what to do. The returned person doesn't seem to remember much, although it's possible they remember more than they're letting on. Should the remaining Avengers study them, interrogate them, let them live out a peaceful life and forget about everyone else?
The debate gets way more intense when Tony Stark finds out what's going on. They've tried to keep it from him, knowing how he'd react, and he definitely lives up to expectations.
Of course they need to find out everything this person knows. They need to bring their missing people back. They need to bring back his son.
How hard will Tony push to find out the truth? to bring his kid home?
Bonus:
At some point, the person admits that they were lying about their memories. They're here because they fell through a portal. They're from another universe.
Except... they genuinely didn't know Tony had a son? They've never heard of anyone called Peter Parker. And yes, their universe does have a Spider-Man. Their universe even has a May Parker -- she died recently, btw. And it was Spider-Man's fault.
This awful news, and the horror story Tony infers from it, makes him even more determined to rescue his kid. Once they learn how to reverse the snap, he's going to make sure he lives to protect Peter from bullshit like what this other Peter Parker had to go through.
Still, he's heartbroken for the version of his kid in this other universe. Before sending the universe hopper back to where they belong, he tells them all about Peter and asks them to find him, to keep him safe. He may or may not send some tech with videos for all of their memory-zapped loved ones too.
This fic idea was inspired by this fic by @asyouleft!
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itzshrike · 4 days
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Unpopular opinion but I want wrecker to have an arc/and or get seriously wounded. Because like almost every other bad batcher had episodes revolving around them but wrecker. He’s just the side character, but like just imagine he actually gets an episode solely focused on him. And I know last episode he kind of got to shine with Hunter and fennec but like I need more wrecker content people…
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pain-is-too-tired · 12 days
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One thing I like to hc with the Apollo Head Counselors is that they all represent a time of which the sun is out.
Lee - Dawn/Dusk
Mainly dusk, but pretty much imagine him in browns, oranges , dusky yellows and reds and the like.
Michael - Twilight
Starts after the fall of Dusk,short lived. Haralds the start of darkness and but also first light when it falls. The darkess time in which the sun is out. I see him muted/ dark blues,dull browns and blacks. Maybe a touch of greyish pale yellows.
Will - Daylight
Longest lived, bright, it's what most people think about when they think of the sun. With his golden sun kissed hair and sky blue eyes its pretty on the nose. I see him in bright/light yellows and blues.
Idk why I thought of posting this, I just love them and wanted to share my thoughts.
Think it is pretty obvious how I tend to draw them, but it's fun to write it out ^^
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kaiiscottage · 1 month
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this left me a bit insane ngl
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illuminatedquill · 5 months
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Working on another fic featuring, guess who, Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger!
But this time also featuring Hera (and a cameo from Jacen!) because I wanted to explore what her feelings are regarding Sabine’s decision. You know the one I’m talking about.
Anyway, I was super determined to have this be the fun one since the last two were pretty angsty and . . . well, it’s not the fun one anymore.
Oops.
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It’s very, very far from fun.
Sorry in advance. Will be out in the next day or two.
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merry-andrews · 9 months
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The Great Gatsby AU;
After Jake married to son of a rich (old money) family, he and his husband live in a lovely villa nearby the sea and things are alright, they even have a little girl too until there's rumours about 'Rooster', a mysterious wealthy man and his fancy parties, it's like big carnivals and he hosts almost every people. He lives in a lovely mansion on the other side of the seashore right in front of Jake's house. One day they receive a formal invitation from Rooster (though Jake's husband doesn't like to go) so it's how Jake meets Bradley again💗 it's the beginning of their secret meetings and Bradley keeps asking Jake to leave 'that man' and live with Bradley. Bradley stops all those parties even fires his housekeepers and servants only because of Jake who wants to keep it secret between them..
It goes on and on for few weeks until Bradley buys Jake a lovely ring decorated by a green-blue gem💚 and purposes to him 'stay with me forever Jake, I love you'. Jake panics, says he needs time and leaves Bradley that night..
Two days passes when Jake gets a phone call, having bad news of Mr. Bradshaw badly injured in car accident and he may won't make it. Jake has a fight with his husband (he found out about him and Bradley) but he doesn't go to see Bradley at hospital..
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doomed by the narrative :´(
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Bonus Elzar realizing that he can protect her all he wants but he will never be able to save Avar from herself
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heirtotheempire · 5 months
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My piece for @hinderr !! Heavily inspired by his wonderful fic 'nature' because good LORD it is fantastic.
@starwars-arttrade-2023
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tornado1992 · 1 month
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He was freezing on his own boiling sweat. But he didn’t felt like freezing at all.
His body was unmoving, the dormant promise of shattering if it did. His mind was getting so annoying, whispering ideas of just going down, closing his eyes and never open them again.
He’s been in and out. His eyes hurt, his chest makes wheezing noises and he can feel every single bone in his body trembling while burning.
It felt like hell, and he did wanted to sleep.
No. He couldn’t give up. Not to the burning in his chest. Not to the choking hold in his throat. Not to the way his head felt like it was drilling rods into his brain. No, he was Sonic the Hedgehog. He wouldn’t lose to a stupid cold.
Even if he felt tremors going through his body while he felt like melting. Even if his lungs felt like drowning themselves inside him. Even if he never felt slower in his life. He will not lose to a cold.
And a cold that doesn’t even know how to do its job for the matter.
Colds are supposed to make you feel cold, or at least give you the illusion of it. Caves were supposed to be icy freezing, this cave was icy and freezing when they first entered.
He was in a cave. And he had a cold. So why the hell did he felt like burning.
Warmth other than his own body’s surrounds him, he knows that. And even in his hell like feeling, for some reason that warmth comforted him. And that was enough.
He’ll endure. He will fight this. No matter how long does it take or how much it hurts to breathe.
Why? You’ve ran enough
No. It’s never enough. He still has so much to see. He has still has so much to show him.
He will endure. He will fight this.
Something cold touched his cheek. Tiny and moving slightly, like breathing.
So cold.
His neck hurt so much, begging not to move, but that wet cold little spot on his cheek begged him to turn and see.
Tails
He was cuddled in a ball right beside Sonic. The little guys nose pressing on his cheek. No.
He wanted to yell. He wanted yell and shout for him not to do that even if he scared the kit because he should not be doing that. He shouldn’t be that close to Sonic when had a cold. His little nose shouldn’t be pressing to Sonic’s face when he felt like dying. This little malnourished kid shouldn’t be anyway near a deathly sick Sonic.
But this was Tails.
Tails was smart, Tails was the smartest. He knows colds are contagious, he knows colds can be deadly for little kids, he knows he shouldn’t be face to face with a contagious sick hedgehog.
And he still is.
Tails listened when they woke up in the morning and Sonic couldn’t move because his body felt like shattering and his chest felt like choking, Sonic told him to pass him the water, and he listened. Tails listened when Sonic first started coughing and told him to not face him so he wouldn’t get sick, he patted his back restlessly though, but he listened. Later in his delirious sickness Sonic told him to go outside the cave so he could cool off, because if Sonic felt like burning in here, little fluffy Tails sure must’ve felt like melting, and even if he didn’t, he just put on a worried face, and listened.
So why didn’t he listened when he came back in and Sonic told him to get away from him.
He covered the speedster with both their blankets, not caring about the apparent icy ground beneath him as he called it. Both his tails were draped over Sonic, securing the blankets in place and keeping him from moving. Keeping him from uncovering and freezing in his own sweaty burning body. Even if Sonic didn’t felt like it was helping, he knew the kid was doing his best. As far as he knows, the kid’s just copying what he saw Sonic doing when he had a cold, lots of blankets and wet rags, lots of water and ear scratches. It wasn’t the kid’s fault that he didn’t want to feel warm. His whole pile of blankets and tails would’ve worked just fine if he hadn’t catch a low budget bootleg cold.
The kid was doing everything in his power to make him feel better, even if he was scared. Even if Sonic’s throat hurt far too much to try and tell him what to do. To try and tell him to get away, because he’ll get infected.
But Tails was just like him, reckless, arrogant, stuborn, and he wouldn’t stop until his brother felt better.
Tails was purring.
So cute and soothing. The greatest lullaby ever composed or interpreted. And it was so loud. Almost like the rumbling the cub’s tummy made on their first days together.
When was the last time he ate? They’d been here for hours. He must get better soon, he has to get Tails some food, he gave him all his water, poor kid must be so hungry and thirsty, How long have they been in here? It was still nighttime when they entered the cave, but he could swear he could see the evening light outside even with the rain. There wasn’t supposed to rain till a few days.
It hadn’t rained since a few days ago. So sudden, so inconvenient, took them by surprise when running down an extensive clearing, no cities, forest or caves in miles. Sonic curled around Tails as much as he could, running for what it felt like hours trying to find some shelter. Tails was almost dry when they finally found the cave, Sonic was soaking wet.
Maybe he should’ve dried himself, maybe he should’ve started a fire before just dropping on the ground. But Tails was fine. Tails was dry, warm and already asleep in his arms, so why do any of that? Why put him down to start a fire when the kit was already so cozy and warm? Why put him on the cold ground when Sonic’s chest was dry enough to function as a makeshift bed? Why wake him up with the loud noise of their backpack opening just so Sonic would get a towel out when his fluffy tails were already doing their best to share their warmth with him?
He’s in the middle of thanking the heavens for not letting his little bro get sick even when he slept practically glued to the hedgehog’s side. Really, he was thanking the heavens, until they sent a painful reminder that even if the keed didn’t, he did got sick.
A burning in his chest, almost chocking. He coughed, he was almost getting used to the feeling, as painful as it was, but not so much to the green looking drool that always followed, its presence letting him know that he wasn’t getting any better, great.
The drool he coughed this time wasn’t green. It was red.
The blood didn’t stopped coming out, the rain didn’t go away, and he could feel the warmth being ripped from his body.
He could feel how the universe was trying to take him away from his little brother.
Who gave it the right?
This kid was abandoned, outcasted, abused, hit, starved. The universe was willing to let that happen but Sonic wasn’t. He wouldn’t. And he didn’t, the moment he saw him he knew he wouldn’t leave him like that, and not long after he knew he wouldn’t leave him ever.
But the universe had other plans, and Sonic felt himself dying.
Why was the universe so focused on making this five year old kid suffer. The universe might not have favorites, but Sonic is starting to feel like it’s biased. Because if the universe takes him away, Tails will be alone again. This kid who can keep up with him and never ask him to stop, this kid who stayed with him to fight deadly world threatening battles, this kid who nuzzled right beside him trying to make him feel better even if he could die. This kid, his kid.
Why?
Why did the universe wanted his lil bro back to eating from trash cans, to shelter himself from the rain in some badly dug hole. Why does the universe want to leave him alone again?
He’s survived natural disasters, evil scientists, a few gods of destruction, and the universe wants to take him out like this. He’s fought and bled for this kid, he would do it again. And if the universe has plans on taking him right here, right now, then it better be preparing plan b.
If he’s going, he’ll decide how he goes. He’ll decide the moment, even if it’s sooner than he ever expected, he’ll do whatever he wants till he goes.
The universe wanted his kid to suffer by Taking Sonic away, but the universe didn’t take for account the kid’s strength, not his will, nor his heart.
Sonic did. And he won’t leave him without that, if he’ll leave, he wont leave him without closure.
He could give him that, he’ll give him one last thing. He was burning. But now he knew far too well that the cave they were sheltered in was closer to freezing than anything else.
The kit was already doing so much to keep him warm. His own little blankie draped over the speedster head. His tails so still, so cold over him. His nose felt like an ice cube. He was always the warmest of them, a little ball of fluff, a tiny sun, his own little sunshine. And he was freezing.
He’s kept them both warm so many times. He can keep him warm this one time.
Hugging him must increase the chances of him getting a cold. But at this point, Sonic is sure it’s not a cold what has him like this.
Tails is smart, Tails is the smartest, Tails knows this isn’t a cold.
So he reaches for him with his trembling arms and aching hands, the kit uncurls, and he hugs him. He knows this kid will not go over a stupid “not cold” or whatever this is. He’s survived worse, he’s endured worse. Worse than Eggman, worse than Sonic and worse than anyone in the world could imagine.
Tails was trembling, but he wasn’t coughing or wheezing everytime he breathed. Tails would survive. Tails will live happily, Tails will eat the best foods, have a beautiful house and tons and tons of friends.
Sonic doesn’t think that only because he knows him, he knows that because he loves him.
Love him?
It’s not even a question, but if it was, is not a question about if, its a question about how. Because he does love him. He doesn’t love him like the morning breeze or chilli dogs, not even like his speed.
He loves him… like the sun. He loves him like the sun and the sky and life itself.
He loves him like something he couldn’t live without.
He loves him.
He has his arms wrapped around his tiny body, holding him close, nuzzling him tight, but he needs to see him, he needs to tell him, he needs him to know.
He has to open his eyes, he has to see him one last time. To make sure that he’s not too scared. To try and tell him everything he hasn’t told him. To apologize for everything he couldn’t give him. To promise him that not even the universe can separate them.
It hurts to move. It hurts to breathe. It hurts so much. But he has to. He has to look at him, he has to open his eyes and look at his.
All his might into that little action. Baby blues shyly stare back at him. Chaos. He loves those sky like eyes. All the wonder and innocence that fills them. All the dreams and hopes they hold. All the love. But as shiny and glowey as they are, he wished they wouldn’t be shinning like this, not with tears, not with sorrow.
Still, he couldn’t ever bear not to love those eyes.
Cradling his white fluffy muzzle in his gloves, he feels like he has the whole world in his hands.
Always with you. I love you.
He hopes his words can reach him, if not through his voice, then through his eyes.
He hopes he has taught him enough. Enough to live a joyous amazing life. Enough to go to his friends so he won’t be alone when Sonic goes away. Enough to never stop, to never hive up until he can reach for the stars. Enough to know that he is loved.
He hopes he has shown him enough of the world, but he also hopes he can reach new places on his own, so his eyes will glow and sparkle again, not with tears, no, never with tears.
He looks at him, there’s fear in his sight, but there’s also bravery. He hopes those baby blues never stop shining.
A tiny, so much smaller hand than his own made its way to his own muzzle. Little fingers cleaning the droplets that were falling from dull emerald eyes.
Crying emerald eyes.
Huh, he doesn’t remember the last time that happened. But again, its not really surprising either. Chaos knows this kid makes the impossible possible. If he can give this kid his smile, then he can give him his tears.
They sting, make his sight blurry, and feel hot against his face. But these are happy tears, so it’s alright.
If he will go while seeing the most beautiful sky ever, then he is grateful he opened his eyes one last time.
Tails will survive. He’ll make sure of it. Because the moment he goes off, he’ll find whatever is up there. he’ll fight whatever is up there, he’ll kill whatever is up there to make sure they don’t take him.
But Sonic isn’t gone yet, he was still here. So he’ll make the most of it, the most of the hours, minutes, or seconds he has left to be with his brother.
He wants his brother’s last memory of him being one of love, not fear or sadness, love.
So he smiles.
Sonic held him till there wasn’t any warmth left he could give him.
Tails hugged him even when there wasn’t anything warm to hold on to anymore.
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Daylight by David Kushner
Someone needs to take away my access to angsty Leo and Raph clips. Or my editing program. Or both.
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uglybumbo · 1 year
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Ahsoka was by his side at the end.
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dantevhell · 2 years
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I think Sasha complicated feelings towards Marcy this ep was very interesting to see actually and ppl are once again missing all the hints of Sasha's true feelings towards her friendship with Marcy
First of all the ep started with Marcy showing her favorite movie to the girls and them (in her vision) ignoring her interests. It's totally natural for Marcy to be hurt and sad over this and hold a little grudge (even if subconsciously) over them and how they treated her
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Sasha is changing and becoming a better person FOR SURE but we also have to remember that above all else Sasha is a child and human, she obviously has flaws and, while doing her best to control them, it doesn't just disappear so fast over years and years of having this behavior
Sasha is controlling, selfish, quick to anger and very hypocritical and even if she is making progress to make her qualities outshine more, her flaws are still something that she can't just let go completely. That's totally normal specially to a KID trying to change
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But the thing is that Sasha even tho saying that she didn't cared about Marcy's movie, she still remember the plot that marcy told her perfectly!
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Sasha even tho she said that she didn't know if she could save her friendship with Marcy, was worried about her and was the one that mentioned her THE WHOLE TIME. She was the one that brought the topic of her to even start all of this !
And look, I know it sounds really angering hearing Sasha of all people not wanting to forgive Marcy after spending the whole season talking about 2nd chances... SPECIALLY considering her own mistakes...
just because sasha made her own wrong doings this doesn't mean she isn't allowed to be hurt
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BUT
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And if she didn't care about Marcy why would she even mind and be SO bothered about the idea of their friendship not lasting anymore??
"Let's say you're right"
Sasha is very reluctant to accepting that she's wrong and that she committed mistakes and even with her redemption we know that she still has a hard time forgiving others (and herself)
Sasha truly cares about Marcy but considering her attitude in s2 with Anne's "betrayal", we should've know better and see this little stubborn part of her coming from a mile away.
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But even with all her anger, all her resentment and all her sadness, Sasha can't help but worry about Marcy all the time!
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Hell! Why would she even create this rebellion who's one of the goals is to rescue Marcy if she didn't CARED about her?!?! And this is her goal all the ep!!
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AND HERE COMES THE MARCY'S GRUDGE THAT I MENTIONED EARLIER!
The core knows how hurt Marcy was by her girls, SPECIALLY, Sasha's indifference to a lot of Marcy's ramblings and actions
And so does Sasha.
So that's why she's the only one truly hurt at this scene bc she KNOWS that this message was directly to her and how she treated Marcy (before AND during amphibia)
And THATS why their fight next EP is so perfect
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Sasha trying her best to get Marcy back to show how much she meant to Sasha, how much she cared about her!! This has so much potential!
Look how Sasha has her guard down in this fight... Almost like she doesn't want to truly hurt Marcy... But also is going to make an effort to get her back.... Splendid!!!
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ssreeder · 29 days
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hi, I don't use tumblr often, but i when i do, i always check your account to check if you posted something. LIAB is amazing. i truly have no words. i have read a LOT of fanfics from very different fandoms and i can confidently say that Leaving It All Behind is the best one i have ever read. the world you've built around the main characters is so deep, and realistic. even though benders are not real, it feels like i'm reading about true events. you describe the horrors of war and trauma so well. i'm actually very, very impressed. i happen to be a person that suffers from ptsd and other mental illnesses and and the way you portray traumatized characters is very realistic. i know you always say that the main characters' recovery is unrealistically fast, but don't worry about that. the way you describe zuko and sokka's feelings is perfect. their recovery doesn't seem rushed. it just looks like they're adapting and learning how to deal with it fast (we have to remember that the war is still very much happening and sadly they don't have a lot of time to deal with everything that happened to them). i'm so grateful i found your work. it's truly amazing, i hope you won't give up on writing when you finish the LIAB trilogy. have a good day/night
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AWWWW OMG THANK YOU <3
seriously this was so kind I’m still in shock. I’m so happy you think the healing arc is realistic because I try to balance the stories pace with the characters struggles and emotions (some of them make it DIFFICULT haha) but I’m always worried it doesn’t translate well.
I have a lot of fun writing LIAB & I’m really glad you like it so much. I hope I continue to make you proud & thank you so much for this amazing ask you made my day <3
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