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bodty · 7 months

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Dimidue Fest Day #3

Sharing a Meal

Dedue refuses to use Dimitri's name, so he resorts to strange tactics to try convincing him otherwise.

In which Dimitri kisses Dedue whenever he calls him by his title.

Based off this adorable fanfic which you should totally check out

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goldiecastelia · 1 month

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WHY ARE THERE SO FEW SHŌGUN (Not just romance but any kind) FANFICS!?

Like, the series is incredible, I'm grateful that my stepfather introduced this wonderful series to me, and in my opinion, the main couple is great (and sad, very tragic), but it's scary how I had to struggle to find a Mariko x John fanfic relay (does anyone have a name for this ship? I thought of something related to the sea, but I'm not sure), and with the current four episodes, it is now possible for the fanfic writers's troubled minds to create a fanfic of at least two thousand words, seriously, they deserve it! I can think of possibilities, like, what if it was an alternate universe?

What if Mariko ended up in England for God knows what? I really don't know why I thought this, just that it would be a very sudden role reversal.

What if Toranaga had appointed her to be John's consort? I mean, the moment Buntaro died, a widow was born, in this case, Mariko!

What if she was married to someone other than Buntaro? I wish she wasn't married but knowing ancient Japan as it was...

What if Fuji's husband and baby hadn't died? I mean, damn that scene made me cry, it was a little baby, I wish I could change that.

What if Mariko's father hadn't died? I know we know almost nothing about him at the moment, but moments of reflection.

What if (again, alternate universe) there was magic involved in the story? I mean, it's ancient Japan, this is the perfect time to let your knowledge of Japanese legends run wild!

If John had done something and been able to recognize Mariko in the dim light of their night in their room?

What if Mariko ended up sleeping there and he woke up and confirmed it was her?

What if it took place in the modern world? I don't know about you, but I love fanfics that portray a modern setting, it's really cool, for me, Toranaga would almost end up being a politician!

What if (this one touches on the system of power, hierarchy and structural status of women in ancient Japanese society) Mariko had a higher position and was someone even more trustworthy than Toranaga?

What if John and Mariko had met before (through misfortune or any other factor of fate) and had some relationship? Like in a theater!

I literally developed an entire story from scratch just to make these two have a daughter (her name is Umi — I haven't decided if I'll keep that one yet — she has blue eyes, wavy hair and is completely Japanese, a Mariko's mini copy) and develop a whole material with this chaos! I know that the story is focused on politics, and not on romance, I know, but you can never dream too much and I like it when you know how to keep the fragile line of politics-romance well. I just hope there are more fanfics about them, I need fanfics about them!!

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nexusnyx · 1 year

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rhythm and blues

I'm thinking about this Joel.

The one whose world didn't burn and collapse around him. Whose daughter is alive and well, and who can't stand 2010s music. He complains about the top 40 all the time, refuses to keep up with technology just out of spite of how overwhelming it's all becoming, and most all, he has no idea how fucking charming he is.

I can't stop thinking about no-outbreak!Joel who works to put his daughter through the best college, but at some point, came to realize he needs to be home as much as he needs to make money. The Joel who compromised because he loves his daughter enough to listen to her and realize that paying for higher education is not everything, and all she wants at the end of the day is her dad, and some quality time with him.

This Joel still drinks too much coffee, but he now goes for a run — for balance. He administrated his work better, hired more people, and now he goes out with Tommy every now and then. He ventures to bars, to a concert here and there, goes to every single one of Sarah's volleyball games.

This Joel still laughs when he puts Sarah in trouble. He still second guesses many of his choices, his memory is terrible, but — he's alive, and he's okay, no matter how hard everything is around him, because as a good dad, he raised a good daughter, and Sarah never lets him forget the fact that he's a catch.

"If I'm a catch, then why don't I got a date, hm?"

She answers. "Because you don't want to. Don't think for a second that anyone misses the way you and your "partner in business" are around each other. The staring, the giggling, the stuttering — mostly on her part, but still — it's an eyesore. At this point, I think watching you two make out would be less bad."

Tommy laughs so hard he falls off the kitchen stool that morning. He even lets Sarah drive his car to school because, "Good lord someone finally said it! I'm your fan, girl. Hop on, you fuckin' rock."

This Joel is just as talkative — which is to say not much — but he still feels speechless.

He knows he's good-looking. Okay, at least. He never had trouble pulling someone at the bars he goes to. Never had issues talking to the people he's interested in, but the thing is — feelings are hard. They're a whole other field, and Joel has no great knowledge in this one.

But he wants to.

Because love for him is work.

Love for Joel is putting in the effort. Like a house — you build it from scratch, and the better the soil and preparation, the firmer the result. When he met you, Joel felt the ground disappear from beneath him, only to be replaced by the most beautiful base as the days went by.

You spoke his language. Never minded his silence. Always included him in the jokes, and never let people at the firm make a joke at his expense. You complimented the team like a miss puzzle piece, and Joel was left stagnant at the realization that he could see love being part of his life again.

But this Joel is stubborn. A little insecure. He postpones his rehearsed scenarios of asking you out — chastizes Tommy for pestering him about you, and then feels guilty about it. This Joel only wants to find a window.

All he needs is a single window...

— a/n: do you guys think about him too? no-outbreak!Joel rented a penthouse in my brain.

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pastafossa · 11 months

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Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023

So LET”S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. I’m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!

I’m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best I’ve had, especially at the autograph table. I’ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I won’t lie - I’d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but I’m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.

The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, I’d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit it’s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didn’t care, cause there he is. You don’t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Ya’ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ‘my dear’ in that beautiful voice.

I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:

Will he hold the red thread from TRT?

So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ‘would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?’

HE FUCKING DID.

HE HELD IT.

HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.

I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know about the fic at this point - he wasn’t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.

I’m fairly certain I’m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didn’t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didn’t work out like I’d planned. I had been blessed.

also look at that forearm holy shit

I floated outta that gd room ya’ll. I’m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4 did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE

But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.

not me tearing up thinking about it.

That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.

I know some people wondered if I’d tell him about TRT, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. I’d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldn’t start crying while telling him, and I wasn’t even sure I’d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.

He made time.

I got up to him with my art print holy shit he’s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since I’d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasn’t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.

“I just wanted to tell you,” I said quietly, “as someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt did—”

And then he did something I didn’t expect, something I’d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something I’d never had an actor or artist do for me.

He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile I’d ever seen.

In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that he’d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way I’ve never experienced at a con or signing.

Just like that, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I’d wanted to.

“And as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,” I said, more confidently now, “I wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what I’ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.”

The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didn’t look away once. He didn’t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which I’d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. I’m not sure how often he’s been told something like this—a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fans—but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.

Charlie really does care about his fans. It isn’t an act. I’m sure of it now.

“Thank you, truly,” he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. “Thank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. I’m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.”

We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what he’s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.

#Philly Fan Expo #Charlie Cox #Daredevil #he HELD THE THREAD ya'll #my fanfic author life is now complete #and honestly as a fan i don't know if any other experience will ever top those moments I got with Charlie #he is so so kind and warm and wonderful #the way he immediately stopped and gave me his full attention when i started to tell him what it meant #i just had to stop for a second and collect myself because just...#he was *listening* and despite all the noise and chaos i suddenly had his full attention #the way he leaned in so the conversation felt like it was just us and the way he cocked his head and focused on me like #i can't think of a single celeb or interaction like that where i've felt that much like what i was saying to him mattered #(that's not dissing the other actors and celebs i've met. they've all been wonderful! but charlie definitely has a special kindness i think)#and i can now say having been that close to him and having spoken with him over something fairly serious #he is literally one of the kindest celebs i've met and the most genuine #you can literally see the warmth in his eyes when he looks at you. he's *legitimately* happy you're there to talk to him or see him #maybe one day he'll find out about TRT. i'm honestly not sure #but even if he doesn't at least I got a chance to tell him how much what he's done has helped me heal #from a lot of really... really hard things in my life #and according to a friend (who I didn't even know was there but spotted me talking to Charlie from another line!)#Charlie did indeed stay until WAY late signing everyone's stuff so that no one missed an autograph #he said his estimation of Charlie just shot way up because even hours later he was still taking his time with each fan that came up #Charlie has absolutely solidified as my favorite actor and one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of meeting

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drivinmeinsane · 6 months

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COLT SEAVERS {Scene Partner}

{ drabble } ※ { masterlist }

※ Pairing: Colt Seavers x GN!Reader

※ Summary: The stunt guy gets recruited to stand in for your scene partner during a sex scene for a highly anticipated blockbuster.

※ Rating: 18+ for highly suggestive content (simulated sex)

※ Word count: 1,157

“If I’m not going to be the main focus of the lens, then forget it! I spent too long in the gym to get sidelined like this.”

You’re leaning against a headboard on the movie set watching as your co-star throws another tantrum. This is just another one of the many that he’s had over the course of filming. It’s been a rough two months and you’re already behind schedule as it is due to his theatrics. You groan and sag against the mattress. You hadn’t even particularly wanted to do the scene with him, but at this point you would gladly let him flex and posture all over you just to get it done so everyone could move forward.

The director desperately tries to talk him down, but he keeps shouting at her. Finally, he throws his hands up and loudly announces that he is not getting in bed shirtless with you because it won’t be a glamorous sex scene. He actually walks off set entirely. There are a few tensely quiet moments while his agent chases him down and tries to beg the actor to set aside his arrogance and come back on set. The moment the agent returns empty handed with a defeated shake of his head, chaos erupts around you.

They scramble to find a solution. Two of the crew are sent to find another blond man who could plausibly stand in as a body double for the scene. While they are away, the director and the writer desperately think if there is any possible reworking they can do for the script. Can they make this a solo scene? Edit your partner in later? And on and on they go.

The crew members come back shortly and they’re not alone. With them is a blond man, taller and broader than your co-star. He introduces himself as Colt from the stunt department. He’s distractedly handsome in a rugged sort of way. The stuntman is nothing but polite when he shakes your hand and greets you personally. His eyes crinkle when he smiles at you. You instantly agree to work with him.

The two of you get into position after he’s been prepped by the intimacy coordinator and had a brief explanation of the scene’s requirements. Your hands are on his waist, resting on the leather of his belt. He, for his part, has his fingers pressing into the arc of your spine, coaxing you towards his body with the lightest of touches. He looks almost shy. His hair is falling into his eyes in a way that makes you want to brush it back for him.

“Be gentle. It’s my first time,” he jokes.

You don’t have time to laugh before the scene director is calling quiet on set. You wipe the smile off your face and relax. Colt sobers up as well, looking deadly serious, like he is about to do something life threatening.

“Action!” The clapperboard snaps closed.

The scene starts with the two of you all but lunging towards each other. You meet in a kiss and your scene partner’s beard is rough against your face. His mouth is soft, he’s kissing you like he means it. Your hands clench on his waist and he moves things right along. The stuntman walks you back into the door that is pivotal for the scene. He kicks it open, hard, too hard. It slams into the wall with enough force to knock a hole into the plaster. You gasp into his mouth. A quiet groan answers it.

Once in the room, you break the kiss and start fighting to get his shirt off. His hands meet yours and you’re working together to pull it over his head. The minute the garment is off and tossed aside, Colt is crowding against you, catching your mouth in another kiss while your hands splay across his chest. They're going to have to edit out his piercings, you realize faintly. If you were touching him under different circumstances, you would explore him in earnest. Learn everything there is to know about his body.

The backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and your mind short circuits when Colt wraps his hands around your waist and tosses you back onto the mattress like you weigh nothing. That had not been in the script. You’re not sure if you’re breathless from the impact or because he is suddenly crawling onto the bed after you. Your legs fall open automatically at the sight of him. For the scene, you’re wearing modesty undergarments and an oversized shirt that suggests that it’s actually the only thing you have on.

He slots himself easily between your spread legs and braces himself over you. He rests his forehead against yours and rolls his hips. The pressure is barely there from all the intimacy padding but all the same, the action has you clamping your thighs tightly against him. Irrationally, you wonder what he would feel like for real. You’re barely aware of the cameras, barely aware that this is a scene. It feels too real, too good to be acting.

The blond man tucks his face against the side of your neck, hiding it from the camera’s eye. You feel the press of his mouth against your skin as he kisses the juncture of your shoulder. That wasn’t a necessary action, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You bring a hand to the back of his head to encourage him, clenching your fingers into his hair. You feel more than hear the moan he makes when your nails scratch lightly over his scalp. Heat floods you at his indication of pleasure and-

“Cut!” The director’s voice cuts through whatever was building. “Excellent work, everyone. I think we got it.”

Colt lifts off of you and rolls to the edge of the bed where he sits for a brief moment before standing. You catch the barest glimpse of a scar on his back before the stuntman is on his feet and getting decent. By the time the director and supervising staff let you get dressed and off set, your impromptu scene partner is nearly out of sight.

You take off running, ignoring the startled looks of the crew. You might be a total fool, but it had felt like there was something between the two of you in that fake bedroom. Weaving through the milling production staff, you get within yards of him before you slow down.

“Hey, stunt guy!” You yell, winded.

He stops, startled, and turns to look back at you. He’s not the only one staring. It feels like everyone in the vicinity is watching the performance you’re putting on. You close the gap even further, coming to stand in front of him.

“Hey.” His tone is soft, questioning.

“I think we probably should have had dinner first, but will you accept after?”

He laughs, eyes squinting with the width of his answering smile. “I would like that.”

#the fall guy (2024)#the fall guy #the fall guy fanfic #colt seavers #colt seavers x reader #drabble #colt seavers fanfic #my work #my posts #my drabbles #i can't stop thinking about this man #it's only been 11 days since the trailer and this is the third time i'm writing for him

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buddieswhvre · 6 months

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Okay but hear me out, what if Buck has a deep conversation with Eddie about how he thinks he's just the younger version of Red? Buck is ranting about how everyone will soon become busy with their own family and Buck will be left alone forever. Meanwhile Eddie is all confused because what part of Buck doesn't understand that Eddie, Buck and Christopher already is a family??

IMAGINE THE FEELS OMG I MIGHT JUST WRITE THIS ONE OUT NOW😭😭😭

#buck and eddie #buck x eddie #evan buck buckely #buddie #eddie diaz #i am so down bad #evan buckley #9 1 1 fanfiction #i can't stop thinking about it #they are together your honor #they are a family #911 fanfic

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nomsfaultau · 6 months

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I adore how toxic Mandatory Family Reunion emerald duo is. They're both completely incapable of objectively viewing the situation through their respective delusions (catastrophizing vs severe denial). Techno manipulates Philza for months. Philza traumatizes Techno to the point he's a shell of the man he once was. They both have entirely warped concepts of love. Each's entire life revolves around the other. They're so wonderfully dysfunctional that by the time Techno tells Philza he loves him it's one of the most devastating scenes in the fic.

#ahhhhhhhhhhh #i can't stop thinking about them #it just gets worse!#im looking up codependency so much like ??????#but nope! Entirely different shape of toxic but i have no idea what it is!#Neither do they bc theyre both so delusional!#oh uh familial love in case that wasn't clear #except it so clearly ISNT love but yah #dark sbi #emerald duo #emerald duo fic #sbi fic #technoblade #philza #philza fanfic #technoblade fanfic #mcyt fic #something to nom on #Mandatory family reunion

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goatcheese-anon · 7 months

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Urgent thing I need to share before my ADHD brain forgets:

Harry Potter Post-war Breaking Bad AU:

Snape survived, but since Voldemort is dead, the Dark Marks are slowly killing all the remaining Death Eaters, something Voldy did as a failsafe. And like, let's take into consideration that Harry is quite literally a War Veteran and has some tremendous PTSD, and he probably doesn't know how to cope, and now starts taking Muggle drugs.

So now we have the slowly-dying-'chemistry' -Professor and the horrible-at-'chemistry' -ex-student-now-junky.

The motive for Snape to start making that stuff is still a bit wonky, but it would probably be to leave something for Hogwarts.. Or for his godson Draco.. Yk,,

Anyhow, let's assume he has a motive to do this for now. Maybe he wanted to visit Harry for old times sake, since yk their history and all, and he ends up discovering that Harry became an addict to a Muggle drug.

You know the drill. Lots of discouragement and fighting, until Snape, who is admittedly a bit impressed that Harry was able to make that stuff in the first place, gives in and makes a magical equivalent. Now, that's where the whole fun begins.

I didn't even think about it until now, but it would 100% result in Severitus.

I'm just imagining the two of them sitting in an old Muggle Camper-van, Snape with a cauldron instead of Muggle chemistry equipment, complaining about the size of the thing when it could be magically enhanced, Harry, who keeps telling him that it's more convenient that way in case someone's after them so they'll reach the steering wheel faster.. And the best part is the magical elements in this story. Police AND Aurors would be after them, Kingpins like Tuco Salamanca or Gus Fring could also be Wizards (Gus as a Wizard would GENUINELY be terrifying.), and the whole thing overall would be so much more exciting.

The Weasleys would 100% help Harry sell the stuff.

Anyhow, this concludes this madness for now.

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ridestomars · 9 months

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thinking about giving steve a handjob behind family video’s counter

after he's had an absolute terror of a day, having to deal with difficult customers and with watching you move around the store wearing those tight jeans without being able to do anything about it. by the end of his shift, he's on the verge of tears, feeling so frustrated that he just wants to go home. taking pity for the desolate look in his eyes, seeing how they droop and are glossy with tiredness, you decide to be nice to him. and what started out as a passionate make-out session turns into him bucking his hips into your hand as your body is pressed against the hard edge of the store's counter.

the relieved sigh that leaves his lips once your hand barely brushes his cock it's enough to make your knees tremble as he hovers over you. he can't even keep his eyes open to look down at your pretty hand around him because that would be too much for him to handle. especially when his head starts to get dizzy by the feeling of you, taking in your comforting fragrance and the steadiness of your movements. steve can't even think about the way that he's moaning. hoarse whimpers that come out burning his throat, desperate whines that curl his lip and make him throw his head back, begging sentences that are almost never finished. "it feels so-" his own words get run over by a squeaky moan that fights its way out of him.

he leans down his head to draw you in for a peck on your lips, that lasts longer than both of you had anticipated. and soon the simplicity of the kiss shifts into a mess when his tongue brushes against yours, starting a filthy open-mouthed kiss – steve's favorite. his moans have gotten to the point where they don't even have sounds anymore, and it's just him, lost in the increasing movement of your hand pumping him, with his mouth hanging open. <3

#my first smutty thought if it sucks shut up #i can't stop thinking about this man #excuse me #notsfw #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #liv talks about stevie #liv writes filth #apparently

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toaarcan · 2 months

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You ever think about how extremely traumatic the first two arcs of the Archie reboot would've been for all the characters?

They're just living their normal lives, when one day Sonic starts babbling about a completely different history where most of them were in extremely dire straits, and starts using Nicole to overwrite their extant memories with those of the previous universe.

Like, imagine being Sally in that situation. You come home from a dangerous but routine mission to find all your friends acting like you've just come back from the dead. They hand you your computer and suddenly your mind is filled with memories of a much different world to this one, a much darker and more painful one, filled with death and constant betrayal. Your last memories are now filled with weeks of watching your mechanised, vivisected body mindlessly serve your nemesis, and try to kill your friends and family. You were (probably) awake when Eggman carved you up with a blowtorch, while monologuing creepily about how smart you are, right before he crammed a cannon in where your brain should be. You almost died because Eggman designed your new form so badly that you ran out of power on your first mission as his pawn, only to be 'saved' by someone who loved you, and now doesn't exist.

But it's not just that. That would be bad enough. You also remember that this other version of you had a living mother. A mother who loved her and supported her and tried to be there for her. Yours has been dead since you were a child. You're still a child, but you've never felt less like one than you do right now. You had a brother too. He had a wife and a daughter, you had a niece and and a sister-in-law. They're gone. In fact, they're not just gone. They never existed. You have memories of people that never existed. All your friends apparently do. These other versions of them all had families. Here, they're all orphans, except for Rotor, who now remembers a world where his father wasn't an abusive bastard that serves Eggman out of some warped sense of social darwinism, something he can never have in this one.

On the other hand, your father, whom you know as a kind, generous, and reasonable man, was in this other world a controlling, emotionally abusive asshole, a major factor in a massive mental breakdown you endured and struggled with for months on end.

And then shortly afterwards, these memories begin to fade. Maybe you're okay with forgetting Mecha Sally. Maybe you're okay with forgetting that Nigel was ever Maximilian. But now you're also forgetting Alicia and Elias and Megan and Alexis, people who only existed in your memory. You won't remember how many people Eggman killed with the Super Genesis Wave. There will never be justice for them, and in a few short days, you won't even remember their names.

#Sonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Archie Sonic #Post-Reboot Archie Sonic #Sally Acorn #Meta #Sally should be allowed to hit Eggman repeatedly with a large axe #She deserves it #So does he #A part of me is somewhat glad that we never got a proper official reaction to the Mecha Sally arc from Sally herself #It allows me to envision it entirely through a fanfic lens where her response would not be stymied by being in a licensed book for kids #If I want to sit here and imagine that the first thing she did after waking up was put out a ''Kill on sight'' order on Eggman #I can do that and SEGA can't stop me #There's no official version where she's sad about it for a few issues and then everything goes back to normal #Really the reboot was a blessing in disguise #I don't think the book could've survived a revert to status quo without fundamentally breaking #The FF were hit with *way* too much trauma for that

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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wrote this on wednesday then promptly forgot about it (thabk @danielsousa for reminding me) but there's like a tiny chance eddie could be trapped in that van with someone so the bones of this fic could still technically apply

Eddie makes it out alive. Again. Somehow.

(Except somehow is 6ft2 and looks a lot like an angel when the last piece of rubble falls away and the light filters into what Eddie had thought would be his grave.)

Eddie makes it out alive, but Joel isn't so lucky.

He had been on a motorbike when the first crash had happened, in critical condition before the bridge had collapsed. It had taken them far too long to extract him from the cluster of cars, and then, when they'd finally gotten him ready to transport, the bridge had swallowed both Joel and Eddie whole.

It had been a long two hours of trying to keep Joel from bleeding out, but eventually he'd lost the fight and the man had taken in one final, wheezing breath before going still.

Now, Eddie's staring into a hospital mirror covered in dust and another man's blood. The bathroom door creaks open, and Buck's reflection appears in the mirror.

"Chim's okay," he offers softly. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut in relief, its the most Buck is going to get out of him. "Maddie's just waiting for him to be assigned a room and then she'll go up and sit with him until he's awake." Buck joins him by the sinks, turning the faucet on and grabbing a wad of paper towels. "Hen and Bobby have been checked out too. Nothing but a few scrapes and bruises. Karen and Athena are looking after them."

Buck picks up Eddie's bloodied hands with a gentleness that makes Eddie want to curl up in a ball, but he lets Buck wipe away the grime on his skin and doesn't think about Maddie with Chimney, Athena with Bobby, Karen with Hen. He catches the bandage peeking out from under Buck's shirt sleeve and his stomach clenches.

"What about you?" he croaks, voice hoarse from begging Joel to stay with him. Buck looks up at him with earnest eyes before following his gaze down to the gauze.

"Oh, that's nothing." Buck shakes his head. "Chim needed a blood transfusion, and..."

"You're a universal donor," Eddie mumbles to himself. Buck nods.

"How are you?" he whispers, guiding Eddie's hands under the lukewarm stream of water. Eddie fixes his gaze on the pink liquid swirling around the drain.

"Unscathed," he spits.

"Eddie," Buck murmurs. "You did everything you could for him."

"It wasn't enough."

Eddie jerks his hands out of Buck's grasp, pumps three drops of soap onto his palm, turns the heat up to full and scrubs and scrubs and scrubs. Buck shuts the tap off just as the water begins to burn, and Eddie slumps into a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the counter, squeezing his eyes shut and hanging his head.

"He had a kid at home, Buck." Eddie bites his lip, revels in the gritty taste of dust. "A little girl. Jackie. God, you should have seen his face when he spoke about her." Even in the darkness, even in tremendous amounts of agony, Joel had lit up like the fucking sun when he spoke of his daughter. For a single moment, Eddie had been back in the well, fighting to get home to Christopher.

"And I know that you did everything in your power to try and get him back to her," Buck says with conviction.

"Well, it wasn't enough, was it?" Eddie snaps. "He died in my care, Buck. I let a little girl lose her father."

"Eddie, that was not your fault," Buck warns him, tone stern. "The universe was working against you in every possible way."

"The universe!" Eddie laughs coldly, meets Buck's eyes in the mirror. "The universe has been working against me my whole goddamn life, Buck. But I'm still here." His voice cracks, but he doesn't take his eyes off Buck. Can't. "Why am I still here?" Buck opens his mouth, but Eddie doesn't want an answer as much as he wants to spit in the universe's filthy fucking face. "Shannon died, my convoy died, Joel died. You died." Eddie takes in a ragged breath, cursing the oxygen in his lungs. "Why am I still alive?"

"Because there is a little boy, who's not all that little anymore, waiting for you at home. A little boy who loves you more than anything in the world. A little boy who needs his dad."

"Wasn't enough for Joel," Eddie croaks.

"No, but." Buck sighs. "You made Chris a promise. To always fight to come home to him. You were just keeping that promise."

"He had a wife," Eddie whispers. "A wife and a kid to get home to. And he fought for them. But..." He squeezes his eyes shut again. "Why am I still here, Buck?"

"For Christopher."

"Christopher would be fine." Eddie shakes his head in dismissal. "He'd have you."

For a moment, the only sound in the bathroom is Eddie's ragged breathing and the drip-drop of a leaky faucet. Then, a low and furious noise, like the grumble of thunder -

"Eddie, you are not expendable."

Eddie huffs a laugh and shakes his head.

"Clearly not," he snaps, spinning around to face Buck head on. "Clearly I'm not expendable when everybody around me, everybody but me keeps dying."

Eddie storms out of the bathroom before Buck can say anything else. The itch under his skin turning into a haunting chorus telling him to run. He follows the winding hallways of the hospital in a blind need for air, suddenly claustrophobic trapped in between four walls, just waiting for it all to come crumbling down around him. He doesn't stop until he's outside, collapsing onto the bench just left of the exit as the tears start to fall. He hunches in on himself and cries into his hands for what feels like hours.

Eventually, somebody eases down onto the bench beside him. He doesn't have to look to know its Buck, can feel it in the warmth where their shoulders touch. Eddie braces himself for whatever Buck is going to say, but nothing comes. Buck just. Sits beside him. Sits with him in his grief. And Eddie is so thankful for it that he almost doesn't remember Bobby's words to him in the hardware store.

a motorcycle accident... it was a bad one... I wasn't at my best at the time... I needed to take a minute and she sat with me.

"Eddie, you said it yourself." Buck smiles at him. "Experiences like this they change us, so you're gonna have to make a choice. What's this gonna change in you?"

Oh, Eddie thinks, that's what its going to change.

#sami rambles #this isn't technically spec but i can't stop thinking about a traffic accident being the moment bobby realised athena was more than #a colleague and the focus of next episode being a huge traffic accident #so yeah have this :)#911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #911 spec #911 spec fic #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 ficlet #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic

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trek-tracks · 1 year

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@lenievi recently brought up the fact that the Intrepid was a human-manned ship docking at the starbase in Court Martial before it was all-Vulcan in Immunity Syndrome, and that it would have been a great time for Sarek to meet Bones in Court Martial while traveling on the Intrepid.

Now, I'm obsessed with the idea that the ship was manned by humans but Sarek was inspecting it for the potential transfer of Starfleet's first all-Vulcan crew to the ship, with the added wrinkle that Sarek was doing so in the hope that Spock will be part of that transfer.

Spock and Sarek run into each other on the Starbase while the trial is happening. Spock finds out what Sarek is doing, and they have a fight about it, which is why Spock both defends his human captain so passionately during the trial, but also why he retreats so hard into cold logic (playing chess with the computer to gather evidence) after he realizes how emotional his earlier defense was.

While the trial is happening, Bones meets Sarek by chance and gets along with him because of his withering assessment of the Intrepid's crew (that is, the people who were mean to Jim), and their current shared annoyance at Starfleet. He enjoys the company of the dryly sarcastic Vulcan, and their conversation is what makes him think to go find Spock engaged in the chess match.

After the events with the actually-alive Finney and the end of the trial, Bones encounters Sarek at the starbase one last time. He looks forward to one more bitchy conversation, but quickly gets concerned when he finds out about why Sarek is on the Intrepid; not because of the all-Vulcan ship Sarek is scouting, but because Sarek mentions that Spock would be an ideal choice for its first officer. Of course, Sarek has never mentioned his relationship to Spock, or even his name, to avoid the impression of impropriety.

Bones is incensed. Why would Spock transfer off the ship, just when their team is working together so well? Why would he want to leave? Sarek says, simply, that "humans do not appreciate his attributes, they mock him, just like they mock Captain Kirk. They are afraid of difference and excellence."

This gives Bones pause. He's embarrassed at his earlier anger at Spock and how he called him "cold-blooded," but he realizes for the first time that he will always appreciate Spock's unique qualities, despite their differences. He remembers defending Spock to Jim during The Menagerie, but that wasn't quite right, either. His defense was about Spock's honour, linked to Spock's Vulcan ethos, but Spock is neither honourable because he is Vulcan, or ingenious because he's part human. He's just Spock.

With this sudden thought, he finds himself giving Sarek a piece of his mind, telling him that Vulcans had historically appreciated Spock even less. After Spock's last-minute saving of them all at the trial, Bones is more sure than ever that Spock's the best first officer in the fleet and that the Enterprise is the ship that truly appreciates what he's worth.

Either Spock manages to secretly overhear this or Spock never finds out, but it doesn't matter anyway, because Bones lets his opinion be heard for real in Operation: Annihilate! Where he's feeling guilty as hell, because he may have ended Spock's career, not only by blinding him but by insisting he stay on the Enterprise in the first place, when he could have been safe on the Intrepid.

This is why Sarek likes Bones enough in Journey to Babel to excuse his teasing and trust him with the unusual surgery and procedures, why Spock and his father are still in a standoff when that episode begins, and why Bones glares at Sarek when he shows up. We don't see Bones' reaction when he realizes the man he had passionately defended Spock to the previous year was...Spock's father.

Then, the Immunity Syndrome happens. And when Bones finds out that the Vulcan-only ship Sarek helped to plan has been destroyed, losing all aboard, because they couldn't think outside the box, like the Enterprise does, like Spock...

He's devastated, thinking about what they could have lost, Spock gone for good, had he followed his father's advice.

And when Spock offers to sacrifice himself for the Enterprise anyway? That's why Bones really can't accept it. After all this, to choose "Vulcan dignity..."

"Shut up, Spock! We're rescuing you!"

"...Why, thank you, Captain McCoy."

#star trek #star trek tos #spock #leonard mccoy #spones #sarek #jim kirk #bones mccoy #court martial #the menagerie #journey to babel #the immunity syndrome #operation: annihilate!#star trek aus #star trek behind the scenes #star trek fanfic #quasi fic anyway #lenievi #sorry leni i can't stop thinking about this

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marshmellos · 2 years

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#I literally had no plan for this #It was supposed to be for a gift exchange event #Little did I know...#I mean I always felt like there was SOMETHING going on between the two #And that it would make sense to ship them #But I never got out of my way to look it up or read fanfics or anything #But I didn't have a very clear request from my giftee #So I had to get an idea by checking fanart and reading fics #Now I can't stop thinking about them #I enjoyed that event so much thanks to these two #I hope we get to see more of them in the future!#And I really should draw them again 💕#roronoa zoro #tashigi #One Piece #Zotash

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mythical-illusions · 1 year

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Thinking about the fact that cannonicly shadowgast breaks up due to Caleb aging and IT'S MAKING ME SAD-

And imagine Essek having to watch him grow old and die bc I could not handle that. 100+ years later and Essek finds one of Caleb's scarves and it's almost lost the scent of him. The he just hugs it to him in sorrow of missing his wizard but is happy he got to know such a fantastic mind

#critical role #shadowgast #caleb widogast #cr2 #essek thelyss #im not sobbing you are #can someone write this as a fanfic #fucking scarves ruining my night #i can't stop thinking about it.

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andiwriteordie · 1 year

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grieving for the living

(been thinking a lot about a mike wheeler death scare in season 5, so uh. here you go. a little ficlet for you!)

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It all happens so quickly.

It all happens so quickly—faster than Will can even keep up with.

“MIKE!”

The voice that tears itself from Will’s throat barely sounds like his own. It’s panicked. Full of desperation and shock and grief and horror. Tears blur his vision, making it even more difficult to see in the ever-present darkness that has invaded Hawkins.

He stumbles to his feet, desperately reaching for his gun. It’s long since been out of bullets, and he knows it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Will knows it. But right now, his mind is a jumbled, panicked mess, and Will can only focus on one thing.

Getting to Mike.

Distantly, Will thinks he yells Mike’s name again—a second, third, fourth time as he desperately tries to run towards his best friend. The others are fleeing, just as both Will and Mike had been before this happened. They’re outnumbered. There are too many monsters, and if they stay here any longer, it’s going to turn into even more of a massacre.

But Mike needs him.

“MIKE!” Will screams again. It’s drowned out by the snarls of the demodogs still swarming what used to be Dustin’s old neighborhood and by the sounds of his friends yelling at him to GO, RUN, GET OUT OF HERE—

But most of all, it’s drowned out by the sound of Mike Wheeler’s screams echoing above all the noise.

Suddenly, someone’s arms are wrapped around him, and Will stumbles, nearly falling over as he’s pulled backwards.

“We have to go!” a familiar voice—Jonathan—shouts. “Will, we have to go!”

There’s desperation in his voice too, but not nearly as much as there is in Will’s. And Will struggles—God, he struggles against his brother’s ever-tightening grip.

“Let me go!” Will screams, and he screams and screams until his throat is raw and his voice is hoarse. “Let me go! I have to help him! Mike! MIKE!”

He and Jonathan are the same height and same build. They have been for over two years but somehow, it doesn’t matter. Somehow, it’s like Will is just a little kid again, being pulled away from all the madness and all the horror by his big brother.

Jonathan’s embrace is warm and firm around his shoulders. He forces Will to run—pulling him in the opposite direction of Mike. He’s talking at the same time and saying, “He’s gone! He’s gone! We have to go! Will, come on!” but Will can barely process any of it.

It feels like his mind is separated from his body. His legs are moving—following his older brother to safety and stumbling past dozens of dead soldiers. But his mind feels frozen—still stuck, standing there on the street and watching the same image replay over and over again.

The screams quiet down eventually, and so do the snarls. The demodogs slink back to whatever pit of hell they crawled out of, leaving behind nothing but a complete massacre. Dead bodies litter the streets of Hawkins.

And among them is Mike Wheeler—Will’s first friend, his best friend, his… his person. The one person who has always made Will feel like it was okay to be different and to be himself, even after everything the Upside Down had subjected him to.

Mike is gone.

And so, as Jonathan carefully pulls Will into one of the Party’s trucks—stolen long ago at the beginning of the end—all Will can do is collapse into his brother’s arms and cry.

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #hello yes i wrote this in like 15 minutes #so my apologies for it #but i can't stop thinking about a mike death scare #was this inspired by bob's death?#OBVIOUSLY

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nephiamart · 1 year

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The Geo Archon, after more than a millennium of loneliness, had again dared to look for love.

And he found it in the stars.

#NephiamArt #Personal Art #Zhongli #Lumine #Zhonglumi #This is a line from a fanfic called Freefall on AO3 and I can't stop thinking about it I SWEAR it's engraved in my mind #I just love them so much your honor #There's something about incredibly ancient beings finding solace and love in each other after so much loneliness and sadness #It makes me soft and warm inside #I'll go back to XIV art I swear #But not for now because I got too much fuel #Genshin #Genshin Impact

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