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mediumgayitalian · 3 months

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The message comes from the constantly-running humidifier in the darkest corner of his cabin.

(It’s an eyesore. That’s why it’s there. It’s a bright, shiny pink, decorated with painted yellow suns and silver stars and random other doodles. At the bottom, there’s a messily painted signature next to a black heart. Will presented it to him proudly one random day, beaming that stupidly wide grin of his: “I made it in Arts and Crafts! It’ll help with your lungs, swearsies.”)

(It works wonders. When he breathes and feels like the air won’t settle in his chest, he stands close to it and clears up. When he’s hacking up a lung and smelling the phantom scent of acrid, monster air and the bronze staleness of his own recycled breath, it clears his throat. When he wakes up hyperventilating, eyes wide and unseeing, the soft bubbling of the steaming water and rhythmic pulsing of the glowing light gives him something to focus on.)

(If anyone asks, Nico threw it out the day he got it.)

He startles when his name is called, dropping the breastplate he was polishing with a clang. The sound makes him wince, and the Iris message flicker.

“This a good time, kiddo?”

Nico’s tongue feels like lead. Sally Jackson watches him carefully from the projection, small smile on her face, greying hair curling around her temples. Her brown eyes remind him of Bianca and how she would sometimes look at him, when he was fidgety and overwhelmed. Patient. It doesn’t help with the ache slowly spreading from his chest.

“Hi, Mrs. Jackson,” he manages, finally. His voice is more of a croak than anything.

Her smile widens, even as her face turns chastising.

“Sally, Nico.”

“…Mrs. Sally.”

She laughs, although Nico hadn’t meant it as a joke. Her laughter is twinkling and calming, like the rustling of leaves in a summer breeze. Nico’s shoulders relax without him realising, and a smile twitches at the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll take what I can get, I suppose. How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in too long.”

Nico winces. The last time he’d seen her was an Iris message similar to this, only her eyes had been red-rimmed, and she hadn’t been smiling. Nico had pushed past the lump in his throat to report that he hadn’t heard anything about her missing son, either, although he’d promised he was looking, and then a few weeks later he felt like the worst person ever when Percy showed up in the Little Tiber and he said nothing. He’d clenched a drachma in his hands for hours after, guilt eating him alive.

Sally looks fine, now. He fights the urge to apologise — it would only upset her. His guilt is something he simply gets to live with.

“I’ve been okay,” he says finally. She hums. “Uh, busy.”

“Saving the world again, I hear,” she replies, grin turning wry. “Carrying a forty-foot statue across the world.”

Nico flushes. He wonders who told her, Percy or Annabeth. Or both, or maybe someone else, even. He knows the Jacksons’ place is something of a refuge, in this day and age. He’s not sure how he feels about other people talking about him like he’s a hero or something. He had a job to do, and he barely managed still.

“That was Reyna’s quest.”

Sally hums again. Her eyes never leave him, piercing and soft as they are.

“Happy Birthday, Nico.”

For the second time in ten minutes, he jumps out of his skin. It’s been a while since he’s heard those words — he forgot that Sally is one of the few people who knows his birthday, that he told her, two years ago, when he’d crawled through Percy’s window when he was sure the boy was at school because he was bleeding and half-delirious and didn’t know where else to go, so soon after the Titan War. So soon after ditching camp, skin crawling at the stares of the other demigods, knowing how strange he was to them. Sally hadn’t asked questions. She’d cleaned the empousa scratch and wrestled him into staying for lunch, soft voice and kind, calloused hand prying answers out of him he hadn’t expected to give.

(She was aghast when she found out he was walking the streets on his own birthday, celebrations not even crossing his mind. Even more so when she noticed his cold-chapped hands and thin, ripped jeans. “Thirteen, you know, is a big deal,” she’d said, and when he’d insisted on leaving before Percy got home she sent him out with snacks and a pair of gloves.)

He clears his throat. “Thanks.”

“How’d you celebrate, today?” Her grin is wide and creases her forehead, eyes nearly shut. Her smile is identical to her son’s, only with less of the trouble attached. “First year at camp as a full timer! Annabeth has told me that Chiron usually brings you all to the city to celebrate, it must have been fun.”

Nico avoids her gaze, shrugging. He picks at a loose thread in the hem of his shirt.

“I didn’t — um, we didn’t do that.”

He can practically feel the face she makes, eyebrows furrowed and mouth downturned.

“…Something else, then? How did you spend your day?”

Nico shrugs. “Stayed in the infirmary.”

He looks up just in time to see her face crease in alarm.

“You’re hurt?”

“Oh, no, I’m — I’m not —” He stumbles over his words, rushing to assure her. “I’m not hurt. I was just cutting bandages, helping out. My friend —” his face glows, he knows it does, he pretends it doesn’t — “my friend says I have a magic touch. He’s full of it, because he actually does have a magic touch and does not need my help organizing nectar bottles, but. He’s stubborn. And annoying. And too lazy to organize it himself, probably.”

Sally’s grinning again. This time, the expression has just as much mischief as her son’s does, and despite himself Nico flushes darker.

“Sounds like your friend just wants your company.”

“Or something.”

She watches him for a moment longer. Nico fidgets. He wonders what he’s supposed to say, if there’s an etiquette to talking to ex-crushes’ mothers who kind of mother you a little bit, too. Then he wonders who the hell he’s supposed to ask about that.

“Why didn’t you tell your friends about your birthday?”

It’s an odd thing for Nico to hear. ‘Your friends’. He has those now, he supposes. Will, and Nico, and Lou Ellen. Kayla. Austin. Cecil. Percy and Annabeth, even, and of course Hazel and Reyna and Jason. Maybe even Piper and Leo and Hedge. Mellie, too, ruffles his hair when she breezes by him, and Grover grins and waves when he catches his eye. Tyson beams at him when he visits camp. Sometimes Rachel picks the lock of his cabin for no reason and sighs dramatically in a corner until Nico snaps at her, then she grins and drags him off to do something stupid. If Nico thinks about it, about the list of people who insert themselves in his life, now, his head starts to hurt. When did he become so social?

Nico shrugs. “They’re gonna — make a big deal out of it. Will’ll probably try to — sing to me, or something.” He snorts just thinking about it. “He’ll break my ear drums. He’s a horrible singer.”

“I see.”

“Or, worse, he’ll write a poem or something. And it will be bad. The worst part about it, actually, is that he’s really quite good at poetry, but he thinks it’s funnier to write bad poetry, so he does and he recites it all the time and drives everybody crazy. One time I read a good one he wrote and he got all embarrassed because he is a walking indovinello, that’s what he is, let me tell you —”

“Hm.”

“— and Cecil, gods, don’t even get me started, Cecil would do something stupid like — like — steal me a car, or something. Even though I’m not even old enough to drive! And Lou Ellen would probably help him. And who even knows what ridiculous thing Kayla and Austin would plan, and, Zeus’ beard, I know Jason would start crying about something —”

“Nico,” Sally interrupts, gently, grinning, “it sounds like your friends would be very happy to celebrate with you.”

“They would be — overbearing,” he huffs. “Well — not Reyna. Or Hazel. Maybe a little Hazel, but mostly not.”

“Have you told them?”

“…No.”

“Why not?”

“It just seems — off, I guess,” he admits softly. “I didn’t have to tell Bianca about my birthday. She knew. She —”

His voice breaks, and he looks down, embarrassed. He swipes the tear from his eye and hopes Sally doesn’t see, even though he knows she does. Sometimes he feels like the record his mother has that was so thin and played-out that it skipped on every track and always made the needle get stuck. She was too attached to throw it away and get a new one. Nico is that track, he thinks, worn out and bumpy and always making the needle stick, always coming back to the same thing. He used to complain every time his mother brought it out. He wonders how many people must roll their eyes at his own skipping, repeating track.

“Maybe you don’t tell them, then,” Sally says, hushed. Nico finally gathers the courage to look back up at her, and she doesn’t look annoyed at all — kind, only, and determined. “You mentioned your friend in the infirmary. Do they still have patient files?”

He tilts his head, confused. “Yes? I think so.”

“Do you have one?”

Nico grimaces, remembering his first stay in the infirmary where Will left forms out for him to fill and Nico balled them up and chucked them at him. Will had chucked them back on reflex before remembering Nico was his patient, blurting out a red-faced “Sorry! Gods, I’m so sorry!” that had Nico laughing until he cried, as Will cussed him out, practically glowing a bright tomato-red. They never did get back around to filling those out, despite the numerous times Nico has landed himself back under Will’s dorky stethoscope. The medic must be stuffing the injury reports in a random file somewhere.

“I. Will definitely get one.”

“Put your information in,” Sally suggests. “Percy’s told me about the head medic in passing — Will, I think? He mentioned he’s quite thorough, I imagine he checks the files regularly.”

Nico nods. He does. They get messy and cluttered fast, what with the sheer number of maimings and stabbings et cetera, so once a month Will sits on the floor in the middle of the room and organizes everything in some inane system that only makes sense to him. If Nico fills out a form and stuffs it in his file, Will will definitely notice.

“That’s — doable.”

Sally smiles. It’s kind of radiant and hard to look at, and Nico feels himself smiling back on reflex, if a little shyer.

“Good! Oh, Nico, I’m so glad. I’ve worried about you, kiddo. I’m sure Percy’s tired of me asking.”

Nico whips his head back up to stare at her, jaw dropping.

“You…ask about me?”

“Of course.” She raises an eyebrow. “I’d have to do it less if you visited more than once or twice a year.“

Nico opens his mouth, then closes it again. He doesn’t quite know how to say that he had no idea that he was welcome — that she wanted his visits, rather than dreaded them.

“I made cake,” she says casually, like she can sense his turmoil. “Blue, of course. The best kind.”

Nico snorts. She winks at him.

“I’d hoped I would see you today. But cake lasts, you know. It will still be good tomorrow, if you don’t have any other plans.”

He imagines asking Argus to drive him into town — Will has still banned him from shadow travel, although he has begrudgingly allowed other “less draining” magic, not that Nico has to listen to him or anything — and pulling up to the apartment in Manhattan. Climbing up the rickety fire escape; or, this time, knocking on the door. He imagines Sally’s wide smile, maybe even Paul Blofis’ charming grin, her kiss on both cheeks and strong hand guiding him into the warm kitchen.

He swallows roughly. “I’d like that.”

“Good. Consider it done,” she says lightly. “Come over when you have time, I’ll be home all day. I look forward to seeing you, Nico.”

Nico smiles at her. Some of the ever-present ache in his chest lessens. “Me, too.”

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.”

He swipes through the message, dissolving the connection. The billowing steam from the humidifier returns to its usual soft plumes, and Nico stands there for a few moments, breathing deeply, imagining it settling in his lungs, clearing out the lingering smoke he imagines has taken home in them. He breathes in, breathes out, and walks, trance-like, to his dresser, tugging on his PJs and feeling like he’s floating.

He falls asleep with a smile on his face, dreaming of sweet blue cake and sweeter laughter ringing through a small kitchen.

#i had so much fun with this truly nico i love you #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #nico #nico do angelo #sally jackson #nico di angelo & sally jackson #happy birthday nico!!!!#fluff #i feel like i should tag will 💀 he’s not in this but nico talks about him so damn much omg #pining nico di angelo #solangelo #will/nico #idk what else to tag i’m not familiar enough with this fandom’s tagging system yet #i’ve only been lurking #anyways #my writing #fic #longpost

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nightgoodomens · 2 months

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Every time I’m trying to find some GO content on my dash to reblog it’s just twisted canon. I’m actually genuinely sad at this point that the characters were practically switched, made extreme, and everything from GO1 and 2 has been forgotten and turned into creep fest.

#priv #the only thing left is to just write fics eh #oh how the mighty fandom has fallen #damn it’s sad when it’s something you loved so much at one point

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plistommy · 12 days

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”Morning, princess,” Eddie whistled and took two long strides towards him before he was almost dangerously close to leaning onto Steve’s car.

He wouldn’t dare.

”Why are you here?” Steve bit out, not caring about how angry he sounded. He was mad.

Eddie laughed at him, those dimples of him coming on full display and it made Steve sick to his stomach.

”You don’t know? Unfortunately, the lil ol’ me didn't graduate last year, so, you’re gonna be stuck with me in this shit hole,” he took a slow step forward, blowing smoke onto Steve’s face which made him almost cough.

Almost.

”But, I didn’t think you’d mind, right?” Eddie lowered his voice, ”Can’t let go of me yet, sweetheart.”

Oh, Steve wanted to punch him. He has never wanted to punch anyone this badly, not even Jonathan Byers.

But, he kept his cool.

He knew how to play this game as well.

”You’re right. I don’t mind,” He got out, taking a step closer to Eddie which made the older boy smile even more. It was always a sick game to him, wanting to just rile Steve up. And he did, with his existence alone.

But Steve got his own tricks and he knew how to use them against Eddie.

”Actually, I’m really pleased,” He said, batting those big eyes of his and it almost made him wanna laugh when Eddie’s smile faltered, ”I was… scared when I thought I had to be here without you. Honestly, I think I even missed you.”

It was all a bunch of crap, things Steve wouldn’t just go on and say, but he knew how those things made Eddie feel. He knew the freak had some sort of obsession with him and had had it ever since Steve came to the same middle school as him.

He’d stare at Steve in the hallways, eyes so big and unsettling with his buzzed head. It was like anywhere Steve would go, Eddie was somewhere there just lingering around.

It wasn’t until high school when he finally got the balls to speak to Steve. Or more like bully him. But Steve had tried to ignore him the best he could.

It got more rougher once Steve started to gain some popularity and he - Carol’s words, not his - ’blossomed’ out. Eddie seemed to never leave him alone after that.

He was like that to everyone though, but mostly towards Steve.

So, Steve knew him. Quite well. It wasn’t gonna be hard to play his cards against him.

”Is that so?” Eddie whispered and Steve all but nodded with a sweet smile.

”Uh-huh,” Steve took the cigarette from him, putting it between his lips instead and took a long drag.

Eddie just stared at him, mouth a little agape when Steve blew the smoke out with a soft moan, ”You always got the best stuff, Munson. Always know how to make me feel so good.”

He let out a soft whine at the end, just for fun. And it seemed to be the right move as Eddie suddenly snatched the cigarette from him and leaned close to his ear, voice rough and desperate.

”Let me fuck you, Steve. Right now.”

Ah.

Steve just smiled sweetly.

Seems like their little dance hadn’t ended after all.

”Thought that was finished, Munson.”

”I’m still here, aren’t I?” Eddie said, voice a little huskier ”Baby, please.”

Read here 🔥

#Little snippet for my one shot at ao3 now!#s2 steddie #IDK WHY IM WRITING SO MUCH LATELY SIGH #ENJOY LOL #I’m really vibing with Steddie right now Like damn I love writing them so much #cute boys #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fanfic #steddie fanfic #steddie fandom #my writing #ao3 #fanfiction

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roe-and-memory · 6 months

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dont think about (redhead) lightning having freckles all over his face and arms, Dont think about sally counting them or connecting them with a pen and calling them stars and constellations and DONT EVER think about how fucking silly they are. dear god theyre so in love. i thought about them once and exploded into confetti.

#cars 2006 #lightning mcqueen #cars fandom #cars headcanons #memory’s headcanons #sally carrera #i love them so damn much its unbelievable #i need to write about them again maybe its christmas fic time #first time skating anyone?#(they kiss under the mistletoe at flo’s every time they are even in its vicinity)#salqueen #pixar cars

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sapphicdib · 5 months

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hey random thought but I was looking at the overseer description on the rain world wiki and it said that the green overseers only spawn in outer expanse and subterranean and that got me thinking

unlike spearmaster who had srs watching over them through the red overseer (until pebbles zap it outta existence) Hunter didn’t have any overseer watching over them

That means that Nsh wouldn’t know for sure if Hunter succeed in the mission because Hunter never made it back home, either succumbing to the rot or passing on through the void sea and Siggy wasn’t watching his cat unlike Suns

Nsh probably thought that once Moon wakes up, she could message the entire local group again however, Moon’s collapse left her in a state where she couldn’t communicate with the other iterators even after her revival

I mean, to cut slack for Nsh. Pebbles did put the entire region into lockdown (see five pebbles dialogue for when gourmand first enters the cann) so he probably couldn’t get in with Hunter but still

from Nsh’s perspective moon’s fate is uncertain. His hunter’s fate is uncertain.

Maybe he saw the little messenger going through subterranean which meant that Hunter probably succeeded. Maybe the last he has seen if his slugcat was before the Hunter entered the region and Hunter hasn’t returned home yet nor did Moon showed any signs of activity.

Maybe his plan worked and the keys were delivered. He wouldn’t know for sure…

basically all I’m saying is that Nsh feels like the person who would had definitely thrown more (hopefully non-cancerous) slugcats towards Moon instead of tossing Hunter and the angstiest option for why he didn’t was because he thought his plan fail as Hunter will never go home in the base game and Moon couldn’t communicate her revive

UGH YES!!! i hc that you can still see sig’s overseers sometimes in subterranean/outer expanse is because she’s still…well, desperately searching. at first for a sign of hunter, and then for a sign of moon when he realizes hunter’s probably not returning, or perhaps a way to get into the facility to see if his plan even worked.

part of the reason i think hunter was so sick is just because by the time sig made her, his facility wasn’t in the best shape, and he was rushing, desperate to save moon. in the note she sends her it literally says “excuse the unorthodox delivery method, equipment eroding etc etc”. i truly do not believe sig is “bad at making slugcats” or “didn’t follow suns’ instructions” because his dialogue PROVES THAT HE CAME UP WITH THE CONCEPT FIRST. (sorry that shit grinds my gears when ppl brush sig off as either stupid or malicious when it comes to hunter) because like…this mission is SO important to her. why the hell would he make hunter sick, therefore limiting her time to get to moon and possibly causing her death before she could reach her goal?

hunter’s last wish in the void sea is to be back in sig’s arms. if he were truly malicious/didn’t show respect for her messengers, why would hunter want to return? so yeah, seeing his overseer out in the outer expanse, searching for hunter or a sign of moon being alive just ;-;

i don’t rlly think she sent more messengers after that, mainly bc he knows any slugcats he makes after hunter will likely meet the same fate due to the erosion of her equipment/the fact he thinks “there will be nothing left of moon by the time one is ready”. sig just breaks my heart because she tried and tried and tried, reaching out as far as he could, and still never knew if his plan even worked. i’m gonna stop here bc if i keep talking i am going to be writing a goddamn essay that would be better than anything i ever turned in in university LMFAO i have so many goddamn Feelings about no significant harassment rain world.

also me n ghost are actually doing an rp that’s kind of like this lmfao, and in it the reason hunter gets sick is because sig basically works herself so hard she ends up damaging his structure and the sudden power failure/shutdown affects his experiments. (obviously that has no basis in canon and is more just us writing fanfiction about what could have possibly happened)

anyways after all that angst, here is a screenshot from my game where sig’s overseer showed up and sees moon bringing sluppy hunter home :’) in my dreams i can pretend she made it back LMFAO

#THIS GAME HURTS ME SO MUUUUCH #GOD I LOVE IT #GOD I LOVE SIG #i could literally write essays about sig’s personality and motives and stuff like #do not get me wrong. i love the silly memey jokester personality the fandom gives her…but that is covering up so much grief and anger that #it’s clearly just a mask he’s using to seem okay…as much as i hate the whole ‘happy character is actually sad’ trope #i absolutely adore sig. i love making him goofy and sweet but god is he carrying so much angst on his shoulders #tbh he really gets the short end of the damn stick in game…at least suns gets their messenger back lol #anyways yeah. i love my goofy bioengineer who loves his friends and tries to keep the mood light but in the end just gets crushed w grief #HOUGH. HUNTERS CAMPAIGN IS MY FAV FOR A REASON.#rw #letters #sorry this took so long to respond to i wanted to make my thoughts at least semi organized

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nemaliwrites · 5 months

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Why "Bridge to the Turnabout" is a Shakespearean Tragedy - Part 1

I finally decided to put some of my thoughts into words, so here is part one of the BttT essay! It's getting kind of long, so it'll be split up into ~11 or 12 parts - the full thing will be posted on ao3 when it's done, for convenience.

To start, let’s discuss what exactly makes up a Shakespearean tragedy. While the specifics differ from play to play, it’s acknowledged that there are nine elements that are common to Shakespeare’s tragedies; these are derived from the major components of Tragedy as described in Aristotle’s “Poetics”.

“A tragedy is the imitation of an action that is serious and also, as having magnitude, complete in itself; in appropriate and pleasurable language; in a dramatic rather than narrative form; with incidents arousing pity and fear, wherewith to accomplish a catharsis of these emotions.” — Aristotle

The nine elements we’ll be discussing in further depth are:

Tragic hero

A struggle between good and evil

Hamartia

Tragic waste

External/Internal conflict

Catharsis

Supernatural elements

Lack of poetic justice

Comic relief

By going through these one at a time, we’ll break down exactly what this element refers to, what it looks like in the context of a play, and common examples from Shakespeare’s tragedies — as well as the equivalent role in “Bridge to the Turnabout”, which will henceforth be referred to as BttT. This will be followed by a closer look at some direct character comparisons between Shakespeare's tragedies and BttT, where we'll examine character parallels, thematic resonances, and narrative structure.

First, we have the role of a tragic hero. While this hero may be either male or female, the most important thing is that they must suffer — either by reason of fate, of their own character flaws, or both. This hero usually holds a high status in society, such as that of royalty; this is to ensure that they are an important person, both in the context of the story and the world. Others look up to them and rely on them, which leads us into the most important element of a tragic hero: they die. The price for their suffering can only be paid with their death, and because they’re so important, their death leads to turmoil.

A popular example of the tragic hero in Shakespeare’s tragedies is Hamlet. He suffers from the burden placed upon him by his father, who asks Hamlet to avenge him. But by doing so, he is led to his own death at the hands of Laertes, and allows the army of Fortinbras to enter Denmark and take control of the kingdom.

BttT has a tragic hero as well, in Misty Fey. Misty’s life has plenty of suffering, brought on by combination of both fate and her own character flaws. Fate played a hand in her having more spiritual power than her older sister Morgan, which subsequently led to her taking on the title of Master of Kurain Village. This was what fostered the beginning of Morgan’s hatred for Misty and was the spark that set off their years-long one-sided feud. The beginning of Misty’s fall from grace is marked by the DL-6 incident, where she helped the police department by channeling Gregory Edgeworth’s spirit. Her name and details were leaked to the press by Redd White, which ruined the reputation of the entire Fey clan.

It’s arguable whether this falls in the fate or character flaw camp, as there were forces at play in the DL-6 incident that Misty wasn’t privy to — particularly, Robert Hammond convincing Yanni Yogi to plead insane which resulted in all charges against him being dropped. However, according to Mia, Misty considered what happened in the DL-6 incident to be her own fault.

“‘I have tarnished the Fey name.’ Leaving only these words, my mother vanished.” - Mia Fey

In terms of the tragic hero, this can be considered Misty’s first “death” — further evidenced by her going into hiding and changing her name. For all intents and purposes, Misty Fey has died, and because of the role that she held, both in the family and the Fey clan, she leaves behind utter turmoil. Mia removes herself from the running as Master and sets off to the city in search of her mother, leaving Maya behind as the sole obstacle between Morgan and her desire for the title of Master.

And now our tragic hero shifts over to Elise Deauxnim. Now, we shift from her suffering being borne of fate to being primarily due to her own character flaws. Because of her own shame, she refuses to reach out to either one of her daughters for seventeen years — not even after Mia was murdered. When she hears about Morgan’s attempt to have Maya murdered at Hazakura Temple, Elise comes out of hiding with the intention of protecting her daughter. But still, she keeps her identity a secret, to the point that we as the audience don’t even know who she is until after her death.

Misty’s decisions, and the pain they inflicted on her children — even directly leading to Mia’s death — are not fully redeemed. However, she does pay for the suffering she’s caused both herself and others with her life. And this can be considered Misty’s second and final death. Her death leads to turmoil, and sets off the events of the entire BttT case — solidifying her role as the tragic hero of the case.

#ace attorney #ace attorney meta #bridge to the turnabout #misty fey #morgan fey #aa3 spoilers #shakespeare #aa3 #trials and tribulations #shakespearean tragedy #bttt essay #damn i did NOT think this would be this long #also i'm definitely realizing how much i like writing meta so expect more stuff like this in the future #for ace attorney and other fandoms hehe #next part will be on the struggle between good and evil!

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corpsentry · 7 months

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have you played the newest loz game?? your fics for the series are my favourite ever

so here's the deal. i bought totk the day it released. i got it. i started playing it but then we went on our long awaited planned it for 3 years 1 week vacation and less then 48 hours after i'd returned from that BAM, i was in australia. and what was there to do now? we played taiko, dog, so much taiko, we lived together, 3 college kids in an apartment with a balcony with a view of the city skyline. it was the craziest thing i'd ever done. i loved and cried and fought and learned and grew and got so mf good at taiko and learned that there was still more to do and cooked and cut onions and ate obscene amounts of yogurt and then when it was over it was already august and we were standing at the airport sobbing into each other's shirts not wanting to let go but eventually we did we got on our planes home and then, only then, did i find the space in my heart and schedule and hands to play totk. three weeks later, i was in america

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the real problem at the heart of this affair is that i still haven't found my motherfucking glider. where the fuck is it. i've combed the map north to south east to west i've found every goddamn character in the game but purah. purah you selfish selfish lady. where are you? where are you??????

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and so it was that they would not finish totk not for another several months not for possibly years. which is not to say that i don't want to, i miss writing fanfiction, i missed the drama and the scope of our ambitions and the burning need to write write write but i was also madly depressed and anxious and not doing well and that's where the writing came from, yknow dog? it existed because there was nothing else i could do. it saved my life. and now i am no longer in need of saving, now i've saved myself, i've been searching for years and years for the place where i can have my friends and lovers and stories and also have this. i still haven't found it. but i'll let you know when i do

#replies #it's a hard thing to juggle Life #you see. idk how the fuck people with jobs still hang out in fandom like that shit's wild to me #my farts are extra smelly today. i also go to one of those liberal arts schools where if you dont put in the work u actually do die #and i enjoy the work. and the taiko. god the taiko #guys i started playing taiko because of my ex and then i played more than her and got better and i love taiko so much #i want to do it for the rest of my life dude. that's where all my time went #instead of going home in the evening i go to the studio and we DON KON DOKO DON DOKONKO DOROTSUKU #and it's so good. i feel strong (will be stronger when i fix my health problems) and alive and good #and that's where the part of my heart i saved from writing fanfiction on the internet is right now i think #what can i say. it's fucking beautiful out here #im glad i wrote what i mustt admit is pretty damn good zelda fic. im glad im here right now #so it goes

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raelyn-dreams · 5 months

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Okay so Twinkle Kuuchuusen is AMAZING (as expected and I will try to gather my thoughts about it later), but THE SOLOS OH MY GOD THE SOLOS AND THE LYRICS I'M!!!

They both reference 2x2 a lot, and you can see their development so much from their previous solos! There's a big theme of acceptance and both and they're driving me crazy with it!

Hinata's '"street" being bathed in blue and how he accepts it as a part of himself before declaring he's going to light it up with colors because he'll love himself even more!!! The way he doesn't try to gloss over the negative but decides he'll stick to his positive worldview while taking everything in stride! How he knows now that no matter how far they drift their hearts will always reconnect!

And Yuta walking the line between two worlds confidently, not looking back into the shadow of days past and pushing ahead into the unknown! Going all out and no longer suppressing his feelings, engraving them into his heart and making bold decisions as himself! The way he connects their worldviews with their differing light, knowing someone will always be at his back no matter what!

If there was ever any doubt within me about the future of 2wink, I feel like these solos resolved it. They really have come to a temporary truce and peace with each other, they'll stay together while continuing to push and compete in their separate ways. These songs feel like letters to each other almost, about how they're able to move forward with their own worldviews without shame, but will always hold the other close. And even if they do come to that breaking point in the future, after the dust has settled, they'll still be there watching the night sky - in a much better place than where they started.

#i have so much i could say here on god #my breath literally caught when hinata sang “I'll love myself even more” like PLEASE DO YOU DESERVE SO MUCH I'M SO PROUD OF YOU #i am so pleased with the direction they took yutas in it captures his new personality and motivation with the way he still cares so well #2wink climax was amazing but it also scared and emotionally broke me so i am so happy that the solos are what i hoped #people debate !! era writing which is reasonable but god. !! era 2wink has NEVER missed honestly they did them so well #hinata and yuta being so underrated always baffles me bc my valkaloidp ass is always so ready to dissect and appreciate them #2-3rd fav unit they are so good i need the fandom to appreciate them more please #my ohshc manga hitachiin roots may be showing here but damn it a well-done codependency-breaking sibling arc will always get me #enstars #ensemble stars #ensemble stars music #enstars solos #2wink #hinata aoi #yuta aoi #yuuta aoi #raelyn rambles

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froggyrights · 2 months

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are you leaving? sorry for asking :/

Not sure yet :') being in this fandom takes such a huge toll on me when shit hits the fan that i cant really justify to myself staying and being invested in the same capacity as I have been. However I love my mutuals and this community too damn much to just up and leave completely 😭 for now im gonna take a break from tumblr and just give it some time. I could never leave tumblr fully though I fear I'm a yapper at heart so maybe I'll just end up posting about whatever. I really don't know ! I'll figure it out !!

#Don't really want to talk abt the whole situation on here I'm not the person for that #But yeah you all will hear from me again god knows I am incapable of shutting the hell up #And I want 2 say i truly consider dtblr to be my favorite fandom I've ever been in despite all the (very low💀) lows #You all are so incredibly funny and creative and kind and I really am so thankful I got to be a part of it all #When I think abt the friends I've made I could rlly just cry I love u all so much !!#Okay now it sounds like I'm writing a fucking eulogy DORRY ITS NOT THAT DEEP IM JUST NOT LOGGING ON THIS WEBSITE FOR A BIT GODDAMN #Like for all I know tomorrow I'll be like damn it wasn't really that serious and reblog dnf sucking cock or whatever #I'm joking^. It would probably be a frog picture #OKAY whatever I'm rambling I'm just gonna go and log out of my account on here CIAO #asks

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fleetsonourgecentral · 8 months

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Well here is another ask! (I Hope you don't get Mad)

Can I request more(Good) Fleetway Super, scourge and Fleetway Sonic just chilling together? But instead of movies they are playing games

I am always happy to answer asks about these two fkdhsad I'll never get mad for having more excuses to talk or write about them!!!

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Sonic wished he could say he didn't know how he'd been dragged into this, but unfortunately, he was all too aware of exactly who was to blame for this.

It was all Ebony's fault. She was the one who kept insisting Sonic, ugh, just got to know Super. Because he wasn't that bad when he wasn't evil and trying to murder Sonic and his friends in cold blood, could Sonic not find it in his heart to get to know him a little better and stop hating him?

He should have kept refusing. He never should have given in. But for some unknown reason, Scourge of all people decided to back her up like the traitor he was. The resulting discussion had been long and torturous, and Tekno had unhelpfully chimed in with multiple comments of her own, because apparently she had never seen Super in a murderous enough rampage to be put off by him. And then Amy reluctantly backed up Tekno, because of course she did, and then-

Well. And then Sonic somehow found himself breathing the same air as Super without either of them fighting.

The process had been, so far, just as long and torturous as his initial discussion (fight) over the issue with Scourge, and to Sonic's eternal annoyance, it wasn't... well, it wasn't not working. So much so he had somehow found himself here, in the back room of the Groovy Train, Scourge firmly sandwiched between him and Super as they sat in front of a TV with controllers in their hands.

It... wasn't the worst situation Sonic had ever been in. He didn't like it, but if he had to be in a room with Super, it was better to not have the fucker trying to kill him, and so far, he hadn't. He'd needed surprisingly little instruction on how to work the game - good, because Sonic didn't have the patience to waste time explaining it to him - and had commented, with far too much snark, "We were the same person once, you know, you spent too much time on this game for me to not know how to play it."

Cheeky bastard.

They'd argued for a while about what game to play - or rather, Sonic and Scourge argued, mainly because Scourge wanted to play that stupid Marxio Brothers game solely to piss Sonic off - before they finally settled on Avenue Warrior 2, a fighting game that was definitely not one of Sonic's favourites. They just happened to have a copy of it back at the base, and it was a good way to unwind after a difficult mission.

Normally, the only person Sonic could convince to play it with him was Tails; the game supported up to four players, but no one else had ever really cared enough to play it with him more than a few times, sulking over getting their asses kicked. Pixel Brain was the only one who stuck at it, with that determined little frown that screamed he was determined to beat Sonic one day. As if, but it was nice for the kid to have a goal. Lately, he'd started to be able to rope Scourge into playing it, which was more of a challenge; Scourge wasn't as familiar with the game as Sonic, didn't know all the little tricks and secrets, but he was a fast learner, and kept Sonic on his toes. But Tails refused to play when Scourge did, saying they got too competitive when they were together, so Sonic was used to only ever playing with one other person. He'd never seen three player mode before.

"Son of a bitch!"

Apparently three player mode involved a lot of the two of them getting too caught up in their rivalry, only for Super to remind them he was there by coming in and delivering some particularly devastating moves, because of course the bastard had leeched off some of Sonic's hard earned skills after the split.

He'd be more mad about it, but every time Scourge's avatar fell was a balm to soothe the irritation.

"You fucking cheater!" Scourge accused, waving his controller.

"Not my fault you're bad at the game," Super replied, quick as a flash. He was usually so meek, but apparently the distraction of video games brought some kind of confidence out of him he didn't normally possess, at least when he was speaking to Scourge. He still shrank back whenever Sonic spoke to him, but honestly, that was perfectly fine by Sonic. He wasn't exactly leaping to become Super's friend.

The only reason he was here at all was because Scourge had talked him into it.

"Bad at the - how am I bad at the game when you're the one who-"

"Just accept you're shit," Sonic said, mashing the buttons on his controller to dodge what would have been a spectacularly vicious combo from Super. They were infuriatingly evenly matched. "I saw that coming a mile away. If you couldn't dodge it, that's your fault."

Scourge hissed, which was the only warning Sonic and Super got before he darted forward and promptly unplugged both their controllers.

"Hey!"

"Oh fuck off, you little moss covered hairball-"

Sonic scrambled to plug his controller back in before Super could; they were both good enough at the game that being the first to get their controller working again was the difference between win or lose. Apparently, Super realised the same thing, because he was almost as fast as Sonic. Their shoulders bumped as they frantically tried to plug in their controllers, and both of them tensed at the contact.

Sonic recovered a split second before Super did, plugging his controller back in with a triumphant yell and flinging himself back to the sofa. Super wasn't far behind, snatching up his controller just in time to barely dodge a punch from Sonic's avatar. Lucky fucker.

"Do that again and I'll dangle you out the window with the wire of your controller," Sonic threatened, leaning to the side while dodging a kick like that would help him. Both of their avatars were dangerously low on health; it would be a close call, and Sonic was determined to win.

"I can always turn the console off-"

Scourge twitched like he was going to get up, and in unison Sonic and Super grabbed his arms and flung him back down. For good measure, Sonic wrapped his legs around Scourge's torso, pinning him there.

"If you wanted to cuddle, all you had to do was ask," Scourge said, tilting his head back to grin at Sonic.

"I want you to not be a sore loser."

"I'm not a-!"

"You kinda are," Super said quietly, his earlier confidence shaken from the brief physical contact the two of them shared.

Sonic took advantage of his moment of distraction to deliver a final blow to Super's character, basking in smug, triumphant victory as the game declared him the winner.

He was used to being victorious in this game, but he had to admit, it was a lot more rewarding when he had to actually work for it.

Not that he would admit it out loud. If he ever recounted this story to anyone, he'd tell them it was a landslide victory; no need to let everyone know Super of all people gave him so much trouble.

"Another round?" he asked, smiling smugly at Scourge. "Think you can take another loss without trying to sabotage me, this time?"

"I've won three of these," Scourge complained. "Super's won four. Stop acting like you're hot shit just because you have the most experience with this stupid game."

"I'm not acting like I'm hot shit, I am hot shit."

"Shut up." Scourge untangled himself from Sonic, pulling himself to his feet. "Oi, Super, got any other games? We've been playing this one for two hours now."

"In the cabinet," Super said, startled at being addressed. "In, uh... in the next room."

"Tired of losing?" Sonic taunted.

"Go fuck yourself," Scourge said, sticking his middle finger up at Sonic as he left to root through the cabinet. Sonic stuck two fingers up in retaliation, even knowing he wouldn't be seen.

Then he was left alone with Super. Great. Exactly what he didn't want out of today.

Super eyed him warily, shifting further into his corner of the sofa like Sonic was the dangerous one who could attack at any moment, and Sonic almost snorted. The fucking irony.

Having Scourge sit between them was a conscious choice made for the sake of everyone. Scourge was the only one who didn't have a problem with either of them, while Sonic and Super had many, many problems with one another, although really, Sonic was far more justified in the amount of problems he had with Super. The guy had tried to murder his friends, for fucks sake. Had left Sonic with the burning wreckage of the Tornado and the belief he'd killed the people he cared about. In his opinion, Super didn't get to feel wary about Sonic after everything he'd done.

But, for whatever reason, he was. The mutual discomfort left them uneasy around one another, so they silently agreed to just avoid the shit out of each other for the rest of their lives - a decision that, apparently, no one could respect. Scourge was supposed to be the buffer between them, but apparently he couldn't take even one single job seriously. Super could've gotten a new game and left Sonic alone for two minutes with his boyfriend, but no, apparently that was too much to ask.

Still, as much as Super shrinking away annoyed him, Sonic didn't say anything, just turned away to stare out the window, although he kept one ear flicked in Super's direction just in case he tried anything. Tekno kept saying the suspicion was unnecessary, but what did she know? Better safe than sorry when it came to Super.

If Scourge or Ebony or whoever the fuck planned this was hoping getting them alone would get them to talk, they were sorely mistaken. Sonic didn't have anything to say to Super that wasn't antagonistic, and he didn't want to deal with the bitching he'd be subjected to if he provoked Super - damn the asshole and his overprotective mums - so it was better to just silently ignore him until Scourge came back.

Not that provoking him would be a good idea. The last thing he wanted was to set Super off and turn him homicidal again.

No, ignoring him really was the best way forward, and Super, thankfully, seemed to agree, because he didn't try to strike up any conversation of his own.

They just. Had. To wait. Fine. Sonic could do that. He could sit across from the demonic entity made entirely out of corrupted chaos energy, supposedly placid and a pacifist even though Sonic knew chaos energy didn't work that way.

Sonic was reluctantly beginning to believe Super really wasn't playing the long con - he'd never really had the patience for such things, always turning on anyone he teamed up with the second Sonic came into view, so gaining the self control to be alone with Sonic and not kill him in order to build trust and kill him at a later date was unlikely to say the least - but that didn't mean anything about Super's sudden attitude change made sense to him. He knew all too well how chaos energy worked; it was every bit as wild as its namesake, out of control and unable to be contained. Sonic never remembered any of the times he went super, but he could recall the moments before transformation uncomfortably well. The swelling of power, then energy lashing inside him, screeching for mindless destruction so loudly it was impossible to fight against-

Sonic's fists were clenched. With a deep, deliberate breath, he loosened them, forcing the tightness in his chest to unwind and the unpleasant emotions to back down through well-practiced force of will.

Chaos energy could not be placid. It could not be pacified. It was a feral beast, and it could be drained, and in small doses it wasn't harmful, but it couldn't be tamed. Sonic knew, he had tried. Tried so hard to hold it back, time and time again, to suppress it.

It didn't make sense that Super - a being made entirely of that destructive energy - could do what Sonic knew for a fact was impossible. Fighting chaos energy had to be impossible, otherwise Sonic would have figured out how to do it. Otherwise Kintobor would be-

An unpleasant emotion bubbled in his chest, and he shoved it down viciously. No point in dwelling on that.

It was a relief when Scourge came back, waving a game with a triumphant smile. "Zombies! Can't believe you let us play this shit, Super, when we could've been beating the shit out of zombies the whole time."

Super straightened a little, eyes sharpening, and Sonic tensed - but his eyes were only sharpening in interest, staring at the game in Scourge's hand and not Scourge himself. Not threatening, not waiting to attack.

It took conscious effort to relax.

"Just hurry up and put it in," Sonic said, folding his arms and slumping in his seat. See? The perfect picture of relaxed. He and Super existed in one another's presence without supervision and without ripping each other's throats out. He was great at this being civil thing, so Tekno and Amy and Scourge especially Ebony could shut the fuck up forever.

"Impatient," Scourge tutted, deliberately taking his time removing the cartridge from the case like the asshole he was.

Sonic threw a cushion at him, earning a startled giggle from Super.

"Fucks sake, fine," Scourge hissed, popping the cartridge into the console and returning to his rightful place by Sonic's side, firmly in between him and Super once again.

"Don't be a dick and I won't need to throw shit at you," Sonic said. He chanced a glance at Super, who was watching the TV, and slid his hand into Scourge's, giving it a squeeze.

If Scourge was surprised by the sudden affection, he didn't show it. Just squeezed Sonic's hand right back, and didn't let go until Sonic finally relaxed by his side and the title screen came up.

"Do any of us actually know how to play this game?" Scourge asked.

"I do," Super said, picking his controller back up. "I can teach you."

"Sweet."

Sonic's hackles raised at the idea of anyone, much less Super, teaching him anything, but he forced it down. Whatever. He could deal with it.

As they selected their characters and started the game, he leaned on Scourge. Just a little, barely a nudge, but Scourge barely leaned on him right back, and it was enough to settle his overactive nerves at least a little.

Playing video games with Super wasn't something he'd ever pictured himself doing, and it wasn't something he particularly wanted to be doing at that exact moment, either. If he had the choice, he'd rather go for a run far, far away from his maybe-not-evil double.

But as long as he was here, Scourge's presence helped, and Sonic couldn't help but be grateful for that.

The bastard still owed him so many races when they got home for helping to drag him into this, though.

#sonic the hedgehog #scourge the hedgehog #fleetway sonic #stc sonic #fleet!sonourge #asks #fanfic #fleetway super sonic #me: okay just a chill almost fluffy oneshot this time! just something chill of the bois all vibing together playing video games!#sonic: has unresolved issues towards super that make him Feel Things #me: in hindsight i should have seen this coming.#somehow this evolved into me using this fic as an excuse to touch on some of sonic's feelings towards super #and how. perhaps. a lot of those feelings relate to kintobor/robotnik #i am so so normal about these things as you can see.#scourge probably wasn't even thinking about trying to make them talk when he went into the other room. idk if he was even thinking at all #damn it sonic super has every right to feel wary around u!!!!#me writing sonic's pov and making him think mean awful things towards my boy: how dare you be mean and awful about my boy #anyways thank you so much for the request!!!!#haven't done one of these in ages fhdsdfdashk been too focused on some of my multichapters for other fandoms

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