#A Different Kind of Rescue
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Breakdown: I’ve only known Cody Burns for a week and a half but if anything happened to him I’d kill everyone on this island and then myself
(basically what I think A Different Kind of Rescue will be like lol)
Literally exactly
#transformers#maccadam#a different kind of rescue#breakdown#cody burns#ask and ye shall receive#live footage of Breakdown adopting a child
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When Thunder stays with Clear Sky for a while, does Clear ever insist on referring to him as Thunder Sky?
Towards the end yes, as the final detail to Thunder Storm that Clear Sky doesn't love him. He wants to ERASE him.
If Clear Sky recognizes he's made a mistake in casting Bright Storm away with their child, he's incapable of seeing it was wrong because it was cruel. He wants what he realizes he threw away, because he now sees it has value. He wants to own his oldest son the way he wants to own the entire forest-- as a reflection of his greatness.
Anything that makes Clear Sky uncomfortable about Thunder Storm has to be sanded down. The assertiveness was the first thing, he feels insecure when he's challenged, the child must learn to follow before he may learn to lead.
The second is that leg, presenting a prosthetic as a gift (that he isnt allowed to refuse), because he can't have been wrong about the choice that killed his younger brother-- here is a SOLUTION that simply didn't exist before! Behold how resourceful and wealthy his cats are, compared to your old group. We've fixed you.
(This prosthetic is a clunky piece of shit that is annoying to strap on every day, gets in the way and makes a ton of noise, and itches like hell, but the change in Clear's demeanor is immediate if Thunder doesn't wear it.)
But somehow, Thunder Storm was willing to take all of that. In hindsight, it bothers him that the tipping point wasn't the other two things.
Bright Storm gave her son her own last name. When Clear Sky sent them away and the Mountain Cats permanently split, it was pointed. "My only survivor is named for myself." SHE would raise him, alone.
Bright Storm herself slowly seemed to lose sight of the meaning, encouraging him to understand his father's good aspects, but in the meanwhile it took on a new meaning to Thunder. His mother raised him. He found a father in Shaded Flower. He grew up next to Lightning Cry and Acorn Swoop. Thunder Storm means this. It's the person he made himself, and the love they've all put into him.
Thunder SKY is just another monument to Clear Sky, stripping away the life he lived without him. And WHY? For ego? For comfort?
"What am I letting him DO to me?!"
It wasn't the final STRAW, but it was the tipping point. Once Thunder Storm had this realization, the minute he was not going to budge on something, that confrontation was inevitable. The blowout fight was making reservations.
Sunlit Frost is still the breaking point, the injury from his burn going sour, but I'm going to emphasize the way that Clear Sky only called that meeting in the first place as an abuse game. Thunder Storm knew it was coming-- but it still sickens him that it was something THIS monstrous.
#And then he had to rescue bumble just a day or two later#That event is shuffled. In canon it's often forgotten that Bumble's murder and the fantastic lie come before the Frost scene#In fact he's like visibly agitated because Turts didn't buy his shitty lie and gray didn't obey an egotistical order#Gray is completely capable of being wise when he realizes the patrol is going to kill him if he doesn't shut up#Guywho was TOTALLY going to get help because uhh it was a fox actually and i didnt beat some woman to death:#''Anyway spongeboy me son kill this man''#Bb!dotc#Better bones au#Tw ableism#Cw ableism#Ableism#Also if anyone went thru something similar with the prosthetics feel free to share annoying quirks#Due to the nature of them being four legged it's kind of backwards that it's a leg prosthetic that he's dissatisfied with#From what I read leg prosthetics are usually better built and have a higher satisfaction rate#But in a cat it would be very different because being a tripod is not as big of a deal#Especially the back leg#It really would do nothing but get in the way
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God's favorite playthings
#just had to draw my two favorite little guys :))#man their designs are so different from each other#trying to make them look natural standing next to each other was a real challenge#i feel like they both have the same kind of energy#if something bad happens to someone its usually one of these two#and theyre also just silly little guys!!!!!!#transformers#beast wars#rescue bots#transformers rescue bots#transformers beast wars#tfrb#tfbw#waspinator#tfrb blades#i cant believe it actually took me half a year to finish this#getting blades design just right was more difficult that i thought lol
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in this world where so many members of our species, with supposed moral agency, are killing small things for nothing but the crime of existing, and so many are blind to the value of any species which does not benefit them in a way they can personally measure... do you ever feel so so panicked and suffocated?
#i had to walk onto the tracks at the NYC Times Square station to retrieve an injured pigeon who was trapped down there#no idle police officers or MTA personnel cared at all when I explained that an injured animal was trapped on the tracks#the MTA staff told me to ask the cops to help#the cops told me to ask MTA staff for help#the cops said “if it were a person that would be different”#i looked like a crazy person bc i was having a panic attack and trying to ask people for help at the same time#my partner called animal control and they said there was nothing they could do#the Wild Bird Fund does not have the resources to retrieve animals but said that if i could catch the pigeon i was welcome to bring them in#and you know what#i did#if someone is in a life-and-death situation and you are in a position to help them then YOU SHOULD#what kind of fucking person would i be if i saw this pigeon#whom i am perfectly physically able to rescue from their situation#and i said wow that's too bad that they're going to die down there#if only it weren't illegal/dangerous to go onto the tracks#a cell phone is valued 1000% more than a non-human's life#it's fucked up guys (:#anyway i learned first hand that literally no one in NYC will stop you from doing anything at all#as long as you aren't brandishing a weapon or some other murderous action literally no one cares what you're doing and will not stop you#so be punk and take action#fuck speciesism#animal rights#animal welfare#humans are animals#also sorry but people stomping on bugs who are literally OUTSIDE and doing seriously nothing but existing#why would you do that#please get help#talk to a therapist
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I don't want to wreck someone's nice fandom post of a fandom that I'm not even in, but I call bullshit on "Mulder and Scully were revolutionary for being the first time that a man respected a woman as a partner on a television show."
Remington Steele came nearly a decade before this (and was explicitly "reasonable woman partnered with crazy guy".) Moonlighting existed (not sure how well it fits the mold here since I haven't seen it, but my understanding is that it has a similar dynamic). Heck, The Mary Tyler Moore Show came two decades before this, giving us a woman who was respected as an equal by multiple men in her workplace. And the first two examples were heavily inspired by 1930s films, which proves this kind of male-female partnership has a long history within popular media.
I know it doesn't matter, but one of my pet peeves is when people pretend something is groundbreaking representation and ignore all the previous times we've seen it done as well or better over the years. A show doesn't have to be "the first ever" example of something to be good.
#random thought of the day#this issue usually comes up with the latest feminism movie#where people are all like 'at last women can do things on-screen besides wear makeup and be rescued!'#and i'm just like 'where the heck have you been for the last several decades?'#so it's actually kind of refreshing to see a different flavor of this kind of mistake
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hunting gore crows
#old kingdom#prince sameth#mogget#i love the volume of the cloth in leo and diane dillon cover designs hhhh#doodle tag#ugh sam is just. he's a good kid ok#i'm obsessed with him and ellimere but ellimere gets dust in the books#imagine going to school and seeing your namesake on a plaque commemorating a disaster every day of your childhood#no wonder she's so serious & so intolerant of what she sees as slacking in her brother. she was close to the Wall too she saw the goings on#meanwhile sam went to school further south of the Wall and there were times he could barely feel magic#and per the book he was sometimes treated like an oddity/unwanted ward#i think he became a bit of a golden boy and worked at excelling at everything ancelstierran bc of it#two different kinds of isolation#anyway i love my kids#GET BULLIED BY A CAT IDIOT#no wait im not done he's lit the same kind of self punishing & devoted as his father#but with the added bonus of being as quietly out of his gourd intense as his mom.#sabriel comes across so staid bc of her narration and competence but she was 18 and set out with a pair of skis and a dream like#'yeah i am completely prepared for spooky death land. im bringing my dad back im built different'#sam: do i wear the gilt heeled boots to rescue nick or the black leather#the whole family is insane thank you for your attention
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barely 2 chapters into a semi-charming kind of life and i'm already screaming over the parallels i'm seeing between darling and apple, oh my god...
#they're both so desperate to prove that they're capable smart strong ppl but that often gets overshadowed by their beauty#the major difference is that apple is still more than happy to fill the role she's been given bc she knows her future is secure ->#and that she can go on to prove her skills as a queen (which seems to be what she's actually passionate about)#darling... really doesn't have that kind of security#mostly bc her tale is fucking bogus like it's so clear that milton made that shit up on the spot#and what would really be her ending in that tale? just be rescued and live happily ever after in some gilded cage?#do you think darling has any resentment or jealously towards apple bc she'll be able to be recognized for her strengths someday?#meanwhile she's stuck with only ever being pigeonholed as a beauty and nothing else?#*banging my fist on the ground* THERE'S SO MUCH POTENTIAL W/ THESE 2 IT'S KILLING ME UGH#okay back to actually reading#also i'll finish the rest of the blorbo asks tomorrow!#ever after high#darling charming#apple white#dappling#ship : apple & darling#mj.txt
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Am I the only one that really struggles with the idea of Radskier's current relationship status being listed as "Ex-Lovers" in the shipping wiki, or...?
#Radskier#Radovid#Jaskier#I tried negotiating for “Maybe-Lovers” but failed...#Like I understand that they are facing an uncertain future#But they made it pretty clear they still have feelings for each other and do want to be together...#It's just that Jaskier needs to first make sure his family is safe...#Realistically he could very much wind up dead while trying to rescue Ciri before they have a chance to take things between them any further#So he can't really promise Radovid anything and it would be kind of unfair to “keep him waiting”...#And sadly Radovid's own attempt to run away from his life at court to be with Jaskier was thwarted by as slight case of#Acute Dead Kingnitis#Somehow#it feels like saying: Romeo and Juliet stopped being lovers and became exes the moment they encountered#challenges and obstacles preventing them from being together...#I... Yeah. Something just doesn't sit right.#I'd literally put “Uncertain” as their current status then.#But “exes”?#Really?#It sounds so final and like they're totally done with each other already!#Unless people are using a different definition than mine when they are talking about exes...#Exes just feel so weird man...#My Posts#My thoughts#That are like 99% in the tags...
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Yusuf is there when Nicolò enters the old temple, not a vision of him, no portal behind him that will take him somewhere Nicolò cannot follow yet again before he has the chance to reach him, just Yusuf. He's alone, his head tilted upwards and eyes closed, illuminated by the shafts of sunlight that fall through the cracked ceiling. The sight of him - here and safe and whole, finally, after everything Nicolo's fought through to reach him - takes his breath away.
"Nico," Yusuf says, and opens his eyes to look at him. He smiles, and he's still Nicolò’s Yusuf, even after everything that's happened.
Nicolò can't wait another second, then, sheaths his sword at his back and walks up the stone steps towards him. Yusuf's smile widens, and then he's stepping into Nicolò's already open arms, laughing. "I missed you."
"Missed you too," Nicolò says. He kisses Yusuf's temple, holds him close. "So much, Yusuf, you have no idea-"
Yusuf leans back, cupping Nicolò's face in one hand. "I know. It's okay. I'm here."
But Nicolò knows him well enough to know something's wrong. "What is it?"
"It's not over, yet." Yusuf steps out of Nicolò's arms and back a few steps, leaving him cold. "There's so much more you don't know yet, but we're running out of time. He will return, soon, and we're not ready."
"Tell me what I need to do," Nicolò says immediately. He can't bear the idea of Yusuf disappearing again, not now when he's finally here, when every other time Nicolò has tried to reach him he's been a second too late. "Anything, and I'll do it, whatever it is. Just tell me what you need."
Yusuf smiles again, sad. "It's not you, Nico. We need more time. And I can buy it, but-" He cuts himself off.
"Then I'll help you."
Yusuf shakes his head. "You don't understand. For this to work, I need to reform the seal, and I can only do that by" - there are tears in his eyes, now, and dread running down Nicolò's spine - "by sealing myself away along with it."
Nicolò realises just a moment too late what that means. "Yusuf-"
"If I seal myself here, in the past," Yusuf continues, "when you return to our time, it will be just strong enough to hold. You will have the time you need to finish this. And once all this is over, the seal can be broken in our time."
"I can't," Nicolò says. "There has to be another way. This can't be it."
"It's the only choice we have," Yusuf says. "I cannot - this was always my path, Nicolò."
She's manipulating you, Andromache had said, the goddess. She's using Yusuf to make you do what she wants, can't you see? If Nicolò hadn't understood then, he does now - neither of them ever had a choice in this. Yusuf was chosen because Nicolò would follow him anywhere, and Nicolò was chosen for the same reason.
Nicolò realises something else then. "If you seal yourself here, you'll be trapped for thousands of years."
"I'll be asleep," Yusuf says, soft. "It'll be like the blink of an eye. So when this is all over, you'll have to come wake me up." He smiles, then, even through his tears. "Just like old times, no?"
And before Nicolò can say anything else, the air around him begins to glow gold, condensing around Yusuf, who tilts his head back and closes his eyes, and Nicolò cannot move, frozen in place by something beyond his control. All he can do is watch as the light gathers around Yusuf, blindingly bright, until Nicolò cannot see him anymore. Whatever's holding him releases, and he runs towards Yusuf even though the light hurts his eyes, and just as he reaches out the light fades.
Before him is what looks like a crystal, tinged orange, clear enough that he can see Yusuf inside, his eyes closed. He looks like he's just sleeping, like this is one of the mornings Nicolò had had to wake him but had paused for a moment just to watch him.
Nicolò lifts his hand to the crystal. It's freezing cold when he touches it. Yet again, he's too late.
"I'll come back for you," he tells Yusuf, even though he knows Yusuf can't hear him. "I swear it. I'll finish this, and I'll come back for you." His voice is trembling, but he can't let himself break down now, not when there's still work to be done. The faster he finishes his task, the sooner he can wake Yusuf.
(Nile is the first to ask when he returns through the gate, waiting for him with Andy, Quynh and Sebastien nearby. "Where's Yusuf?" she asks, looking behind him - the plan had always been that Nicolò would bring Yusuf back with him, after all.
Nicolò can't bring himself to say it out loud.)
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It feels like an age before Nicolò returns to the temple, now in the present. It's over, finally - the five of them have sealed the demon king away for good. The others are outside.
The crystal is overgrown with vines, now, just like their old favourite meeting place on the island where all of this had started. Its surface is scratched and clouded with age, but Nicolò can still make out Yusuf inside it, looking exactly as he had when Nicolò left him in the past. He hates to think of the crystal here, alone, for so much time.
There's a glowing mark on the crystal's surface that hadn't been there before. Nicolò approaches it carefully and places his hand over the mark.
Almost immediately, glowing cracks begin to grow from where his hand touches the crystal, spreading across the whole thing until it's glowing as brightly as it had when it was formed, but he can't look away. When the light dies down, Yusuf hovers in the air for just a moment before whatever spell had held him there finally breaks, and he collapses, but Nicolò is there to catch him, sinking to his knees and cradling him close. He doesn't move for a moment, and Nicolò is terrified, because what if something had gone wrong-
Yusuf gasps awake, his eyes fluttering open. He looks around frantically before catching sight of Nicolò above him, who nearly sobs with relief, holding him impossibly closer.
"Nicolò?" Yusuf whispers, his voice hoarse. Nicolò nods, unable to speak just yet, blinking back his tears and brushing Yusuf's curls away from where they've fallen into his eyes.
Then Yusuf asks, "Did I oversleep?" and Nicolò has to laugh even though it comes out sounding more like a sob, kisses his forehead and smiles. "It's over, then?"
"It's over," Nicolò confirms, and then, "I love you."
Yusuf sits up and wraps his arms around Nicolò's neck, buries his face in Nicolò's shoulder and holds on tightly. "I love you too."
(When they return, Nile is the first to them, hugs Yusuf so tightly he laughs, and then it's Sebastien's turn, then Andromache and Quynh both.
They choose to stay on the surface, all six of them. And neither Yusuf or Nicolò are the same people anymore - sometimes Nicolò wakes screaming, sometimes Yusuf gets a distant look in his eyes and it takes a worryingly long time for him to come back to himself. Sometimes there are things Yusuf still can't tell Nicolò, and vice versa.
They make it work, though. They find a quiet place in the woods, far away from the temple and any danger, and they're safe, and happy, and together.
It's all Nicolò's ever wanted, really.)
#neon writes#posting this separately in an attempt to unbury it a little#the old guard#kaysanova#ANYWAY guess whos playing skyward sword. thats right folks this is ANOTHER different zelda au#ive condensed the entire thing into this because im not going to write much else for it#but. the plot:#nicolo and yusuf are childhood rivals-to-friends-to-lovers. at the time when Shit Goes Down they're coming up to the point where they have#to pass a specific test to become soldiers/knights/whatever. the wing ceremony if youre a zelda fan but theyre both participating. anyway#they both win (andromache and quynh are two years ahead of them nile and booker are the year below but they're all like. adults. not 17)#anyway they win and go on some kind of flight around the clouds because the kicker is that this takes place on a sky island and they get#around by riding giant birds i love ss. anyway while they're flying around (victory lap or something) yusuf mentions weird dreams he's been#having. then a giant tornado appears things happen yusuf falls below the cloud barrier separating the land from the sky nicolo is thrown#from his bird. wakes up explains this to andy who is like Well Shit. cue epic quest to find yusuf who has some destiny shit to do#gods and all that. its not important#but theyre trying to defeat an evil demon king before he comes back. merrick with horns can be the visual for that. nicolo spends half of#his time chasing after yusuf who always has to leave before they can talk. maybe quynh isnt with them on sky island and is the one guiding#yusuf instead i dont know anyway eventually nicolo has to do some hero stuff and all that. and this happens when theyre running out of time#as a kind of last resort. but then nicolo nile booker andy quynh defeat The Evil and rescue yusuf and its all good#the plot of this isnt very well thought out. i just thought about that scene with zelda and then about them and had to make this about it#enjoy#the reference to yusuf oversleeping is bc there's a bit in skyward sword abt link always sleeping in and then having to wake zelda and it#causes me 10 psychic damage so i had to adapt it here. that line is the whole reason this fic exists
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#friend shaped#i love animals#dogposting#lost puppies#puppies#kindness#making a difference#helping dogs#saving dogs#saving puppies#helping puppies#love of animals#love of dogs#canine#rescue#save them all#cute adorable puppies#puppy overload#cute puppy#kind hearted children
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#far cry 5#eden's gate#far cry five#john seed#far cry deputy#nick rye#mary may fairgrave#jerome jeffries#zip kupka#merle briggs#the zip one is kinda just a thing i did in my wip that i think kind of works#the war destroyed jacob and zip in similar ways#they just cope with it entirely differently#jacob recreates his trauma#zip fell into conspiracy theory spaces trying to justify slash explain his#jerome straight up rescues you on accident and never stops yapping but he doesnt yap at mary may or anyone else the same way#like preaching is his thing i get that but having two religious people in your ear all the time isnt going to convert someone to a side#its just going to drive them away#i have this very vivid picture in my head of nick and john fixing up their planes together and nerding out over their upgrades#john absolutely refuses to get stuck post collapse without planes and needs someone to help him convince joseph#its why he goes so hard trying to get nick in#mary may also reads as like eight different kinds of fruit to me i can't fully explain that one
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Everything is crazy and I have no time to write but I’m so goddamned impatient for this scene!! Some folks already called it in the comments so I offer ✨crumbs✨ of my plans. I want them to be happy :’/
#transformers#maccadam#breakdown#knock out#kobd#A Different Kind of Rescue#there are….. so many goddamn chapters left#between now and this scene#I’m going to lose my mind
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i want to know the scene give it to me NEOW
ok but im going into Actual Writing Mode for this rather than just Description Mode 👍👍👍👍this is half stream of conscious and half referencing the original version of this scene so it might be kind of jumbled
Backtracking through Hell is an arduous task, even with an ally or two though by Violence the layers are all but cleaned out and slowly beginning to decay.
Having chased V1 back upwards from there, the game turned into a treacherous game of cat and mouse until it leads back to where it's life as an angry ghost began.
Layer four, Greed.
The slow breakdown of the upper layers had finally reached it, an inhospitable heat from the now-dying sun reaching far into the shadows, clawing down the connection to Wrath below as the angry star above consumed the sky. This was it. It would either succeed, or die its final death trying. Its oversensitive overheat warnings were screaming at it.
V1 sees it coming, across the melted sea of gold that laps at the burning sandstone platforms below, and it knows it has nowhere to go. If it could reach the hole in the side of the pyramid it would, but the wall is just too steep, too hot, it'd be fried or cast in liquid gold before it had a chance to do anything about it.
It would give everything it had to fend V2 off, red light glinting off it's plating, off the cobalt sword it's successor had borrowed from it's new companion (who, previously, had torn away it's primary offensive arm, which V2 now sports-- ironic) but the agonizing heat would prove too much for its systems to react quickly enough to the inputs it receives and outputs it gives.
It would've never been a fair fight, anyway. There's too much anger for that now.
Even as V2 faces the same problems, it persists, nothing else mattered to it anymore (or so it tried to tell itself, over and over) but the thought of dying right back where it started terrified it to no end, it could not allow itself to fail now, as the two once identical machines stare each other down on that fateful platform, the blood baked into the shattered sandstone having been there longer than either of them.
And then it makes its move, tunnel vision blocking out the fact that V1 is practically unloading its entire arsenal into it, red being cast not only by the sun above but by the visceral hatred being expressed by the way its shattered wings burn bright, lunging forwards with the sword practically the same size as V1 itself, forcing it back further and further as the edge nicks it bit by bit, and only then does V1 realize that V2 has no plans of truly fighting--these wounds would only be caused with the intent of inflicting suffering upon an organic creature, and in the split second it's distracted by the revelation, V2 finds an opportunity to kick it's predecessor to the ground, eliciting a rare buzz of alarm from it as it drives one of the hydraulic spikes it's salvaged legs provide through its plating to pin it down.
As the two lock eyes, V2 plunges the blade through its mechanical guts until it hits the slightly-molten sandstone underneath, twisting it slowly; it can see so much of itself in V1 and it hates that, as it realizes just how large of a shadow its predecessor has cast upon its life until this very moment, stretching all the way back to even before it was constructed.
They created V2 just so the model line would stay relevant and then failed to accomplish that.
They made a war machine without war, a V-model copy without any of the things that made the first one unique. And then they couldn't figure out what to do with it.
They couldn't make another V1, so they gave up trying, left it to have to figure itself out. Its been trying to do that ever since, haunted by the mere existence of the machine it's looking down at now, as its body heaves as if breathing heavily, its fans desperately trying to pump air over it's inner workings. Blood sizzles on the stone underfoot.
It practically collapses in the process of trying to kneel down, having to use the sword in V1's guts to support itself as it takes it upon itself to begin dismembering it. It takes more than what has already been taken from it, finding it hard to think as it feels more and more like an ant under a magnifying glass. V1 can barely react, with warnings about overheating and missing components blocking out any external stimuli.
It was this close.
And then, unceremoniously, it's ripped out of its focus.
It sees where it is, it hears the sheer number of warnings screaming at it in the back of its mind. Overheat warnings, component integrity and fuel level warnings, frying to death in it's own blood under the sun of greed surrounded by bits of metal.
Briefly it forgets about finishing off V1, terrified that it really did just end up right where it started, overwhelmed by everything this place meant to it now-- but it couldn't just quit, not now.
With the last of its strength, its senses, as its hardware starts shutting down to protect itself from further damage, it takes the blade and plunges Justice down through V1's chest plating, tearing through the soft material of its heart and the vital components of its brain.
It was over. For it, and now seemingly, for her.
Its body slumped against the corpse below it as its consciousness blinked out.
It's over.
#DON'T WORRY SHE DOESNT DIE HERE LOL. HER COMPANION(S) ARE THERE TO COME TO THE RESCUE ITS FINE SHE'S OKAY AFTER THIS#ultrakill#my writing#V2#this mostly happened in an rp but i reworded it a lot to fit better outside of that context lol#my version of V2 is typically very kind if not very blunt but after everything its experienced at the hands of V1#it just wants that thing to suffer just as much if not more#so it results in an otherwise uncharacteristic cruelty from v2. girl is pissed#this is SUPPOSED to feel VERY indulgent btw. this is basically a nightmare mixed with a revenge fantasy for v2#my v2 is also she/it but i usually just use it in these posts since thats a pronoun most people agree on for the Vs lol#the rp version went a little differently but this is more concise to me#rev2
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when flint comes back to nassau in 3.3 and finds out that vane has has taken the fort he starts yelling at eleanor about it, who says:
“I had to make a quick judgment. and in the moment it was clear that the sacrifice it would’ve taken to get him out of that fort was simply too great.”
immediately after she says that he deflates, and he tells her about his decision to kill gates. now of course what she said brought that up, but you know what I also think that line reminded him of? what other situation in his past do we know of in which he had to decide whether or not to risk getting someone out of a place, chose not to, and feels an unending sense of guilt about?
no wonder he's so out-of-proportion about the fort. despite the different circumstances, he is never going to make the mistake of inaction again.
#'i wrongly assume everything i say is obvious' translation:#i think it reminds him of leaving thomas in bedlam instead of trying to rescue him#(and i wonder if miranda talked him out of it. much like eleanor is trying to talk him out of attacking the fort)#different relationship. different kind of impenetrable fortress. same feeling.#something mr. scott says to him in the next episode reminds me of this connection too. gotta track down that post#oh man i am FULLY back on my bullshit huh.
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Selen hawke, the dreamer… but of a different kind of dream.
#dragon age#when I finished this I was like#‘oh hey… I just discovered a different kind of way for Anders and hawke to meet’#sick hawke and Anders comes to the rescue and his magic is actually the perfect cure
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I love you so much Rubius
#you are the only Spaniard I’ll allow to make those kind of jokes#because it’s always really funny jajaja#Karmaland#rubius#Quackity#also the event was fun!#I loved all the different sets they made for it! a great way to introduce the nether ^_^!#the corrupted versions of everyone’s homes were my favorite part!#also I’m not giving up hope on them rescuing/reviving Titi yet ;u;!!!
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