#THE AFTERMATH

[inubaki]

Exchange -part 2 — mini comic squeal go the Eve is a witch and sold Adam to Lucifer.

At times, Adam felt more like the outlander in his own life. A misshapen puzzle never meant to fit dispute the ordain persistences that his piece was vital. Even Eve, whom had been ripped and molded from him, seemed more at peace with herself than he’d ever been. The forbidden fruit had gifted her a calmness he couldn’t understand. An unexplainable perception like the spear she had gifted him that night. A lure to a world she chained him to with a warm smile.

The birth of Cain and Abel had been the only fracture of her tranquility. A rare moment in which Adam could relate to by the sheer hopelessness he felt as he watched her crumple. Neither knowing what to do as cries for aid defaulted to her frenzy screams of agony. The bloody water that had pushed her children into the world leaving Eve in a state that had nearly crippled Adam to every stages of grief. A knife came after the spear.

“Our sons—“

“YOUR sons” Adam corrected religiously. The blonde babe in his lap blabbered and giggled in his lap. Making a game of dodging his meal of mashed fruits and carrots. His twin brother laying disgruntled in Eve’s lap, threaten to fuss, dispute having already eaten his own meal.

“Adam…” Eve said softly. Her expression warm and unrelenting in her gentle coxing. “The Angels will expect more—“

“Then ask THEM.” Adam said with a tightened jaw.

Food had been coming steadily easier now due to THEM. Scavenging more fruitful and hunting more successful with less risk; and it had only costed Adam nearly the last of his dignity. The last thing Adam would stomach was to be bullied into torturing Eve for a duty hilariously unrealistic to their current circumstances.

“But YOU are my husband. Do you not love me? Love us?” she whispered. A sadness had sipped in and Adam nearly rolled his eyes. The birth of the twins had only cemented his view of her as little more than an older equivalent of the babies rather than a wife. Quick to sulk like Abel and demand like Cain, Eve was still a child at heart. No environment nor apple would change that.

Adam paused to wipe the baby’s mouth. His eyes quietly scooping over the faint red markings adoring both children’s cheeks. Dispute the reality situation, their laughs and smiles gave meaning to the lifeless wastes of their home, and the soreness still lining Adam’s neck, and back.

“Not in the way you want” he admitted grimly. “No matter what piece you pay Lucifer with”.

Prevs:

- Adam doesn’t know how to be angry at Lucifer and Lilith. Not really. He doesn’t even know how to mad at Eve. His situation is just so unfair and so horrid, he’s just worried about the next day.

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Aftermath || LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x widowed!reader

Summary: A year after losing your husband in an F1 crash, his teammate comes by and regrets never coming to check in on you. After seeing you in your grief Lando knows what he has to do and he won’t rest until he sees you happy once again.

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, angst, grief, depression, smut, fluff, happy ending

Word Count: 34k

Chapters: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Epilogue

[gotham-at-nightfall]

A reckoning has come for Doomsday!

Superman #21

[vampirecorleone]

Keira Knightley as Rachael Morgan in The Aftermath (2019) - Costume Design by Bojana Nikitović

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

My brain was just begging me to draw Leo's breakdown from Chapter 18 of The Aftermath (@starrcrossrose), so I did!

(I'm gonna ramble a bit about how much I love this fic, so putting that below the cut!)

The whole situation they've found themselves in these past couple chapters is rough and messy and heartbreaking, and I love how it also makes perfect sense! Mikey's anger finally boiling over at Leo's words, Leo's panic/PTSD episode at being attacked, everyone wanting to help, knowing they may be pushing too far, but also just being so frustrated and wanting to understand. It's like they're trying to rip the band-aid off and deal with the problem, not realizing that the wound underneath is so bad it basically starts hemorrhaging.

There's a bit of a tragic misunderstanding between what they all think is going on in Leo's head, and what he's actually thinking.

He just wants to know why. Doesn’t he know what they gave? Doesn’t he know what Mikey gave?! According to Draxum, opening that portal had taken some of Mikey’s vitality; his life. Draxum figured that Mikey had lost a couple years, at least, and that even if his hands healed… there would be other consequences down the road if he continued to push his mystic powers further than he should at this age and without proper training.

Mikey was lucky, which made Leo lucky. Why couldn’t he just understand that?

But Leo’s expression is broken and angry, a well of shadow that Donnie had never seen in him before as he spat, “You should’ve just let me die.”

Donnie (and the others as well, I'm sure) don't understand why Leo doesn't comprehend what they gave, and what they'd be willing to give, to get him back. They don't understand why he'd be willing to throw his life away so easily, and assume he must not appreciate that sacrifice... But, that's the problem: Leo does know what they're willing to give. And he believes he's not worth it.

It's been so interesting diving into everyone's mental state following the events of the movie, and I think The Aftermath does an incredible job of that! I love when the same events are repeated in multiple different POVs, since each character really is experiencing something so different at the exact same time. This was one of the first fics I found after getting into Rise, and it remains one of my favorites. Looking forward to seeing where things go from here!

Also, here's the color-coded version too, because why not?

I generally start out my drawings that way, since it helps me differentiate between the characters. I think it looks kind of neat, so might as well include it here too!

(This is either before April, Casey, and Splinter join in the hug, or after they left... because I'm not great at drawing those guys yet!)

[jone-slugger]

I love how even the day after, I still get some Threshold Day notifications. Those salamanders don't simply slither away...

[starrcrossrose]

Chapter 22: No One's Fault

Sorry again for the long wait! Love y'all <3

[m3l0man14c]

main post for THE AFTERMATH

What is THE AFTERMATH? A fanfiction of the ROTTMNT movie! Everything is with the Pearl family instead of the boys'.

FEATURING:

@justmesadlysry (Ari) as our huggable raphie!

@bossbabyfan2 (may) as Magic Mike™

@m3l0man14c (me!) as weirdo #1 Leonnn or the top G ✓

@arise-children-angel-is-here (Bitsy) as honorably weirdo #2 Donnie

@ender-outlaw (endie) as our lovable reporter April O'neilllll!!

@mikebeanz (gay Uncle Mike) as Krangg brother #1! Our own family killer!

@beewasdeleted (Bee) as our own S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. (fuck if I spelt that right)

@r0s3r0cks (Mama) as our Creator (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!

Everything is subject to change! If you have an idea add it to the submissions, HC's form (here)

Request a character! (Here!)

Rules!

no shipping or incest!

no bulling! Be nice and respectful to everyone!

Everyone must agree, if you don't politely ask for a good solution.

privacy - no talking about dark topics that may trigger.

The golden rule :3

HAVE FUN BITCHES'

swearing is okie kids' 👍

work together on things'!

~Arcurus (Melo)

(join with this link!)

[rayven-interrupted]

I found another bottle

you’d hidden in my house

two years ago

when poison was all you wanted in your mouth

the violence in me

refused to grieve

the apathy

of disbelief

a dark romance with make believe

I held on through

the worst of you

Like I could somehow love it out of you

If I could slow dance with the death of you

my dark romance

veiling the truth

And I,

terrified

every time you closed your eyes

your dark romance with suicide

the sestina I could never write

you never knew

how hard I tried

I‘ve imagined your apologies

my scarred heart just a casualty

the ghost of you

still haunting me

a dark romance of memories

[manicmortalmushroom]

30.08.24

and i used to like you, when i didn't love me.

now i like me, and i don't love you.

[aquariusthevisionary]

Nobel : after the sudden storm and the death of the former king and queen we must greet this new era a lot sooner than we expected … now with the blessing of the gods and goddesses all hail Telemachus the new King of Ithaca

Villager 1 : this is so sudden .. and the storm just appeared out of nowhere

Villager 2 : I know exactly what you mean and to only find out that majority of the people who unfortunately didn’t survive were past their prime

Villager 3 : maybe it was a sign from the gods???

Villager 1 & 2 : Possibly

(The aftermath of open up your eyes)

[un-mei-no-akai-ito]

[yuki-25ji]

Girls when they fall off a ladder with friends:

Girls when they fall off a ladder with the people she’s forever entwined with due to their joint suffering:

[vampirecorleone]

"You didn't tell me what I was walking into." | "None of this is how it was supposed to be, and yet here we are."

The Aftermath (2019) dir. James Kent

[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 30 Preview

Coming soon...

“There she is,” you heard her whisper.

Your eyes were heavy when you slit them open. Your vision was blurry, and your mouth was dry. You tried to sit up and that’s when sharp pain reminded you of what happened.

“Stop,” Yelena said gently. “You’ll reopen your wound if you’re not careful.”

The concern in her hazel eyes reminded you of what happened. Hansen’s house. Neal. Dyson’s friends. Jensen. Dyson. Steve…

“Steve,” you asked, panicked. Your husband took a bullet for you.

Yelena lifted a glass of water from the bedside table. You were in the bedroom you shared with Steve. But you didn’t see anyone but Yelena there.

“He’s going to be okay,” she told you with a smile, holding the glass so you could take a sip.

“He was shot.” Your voice sounded groggy.

“So were you,” she pointed out.

It hurt like hell. You lifted a hand to your shoulder, feeling the dressing under the nightgown you wore.

“Fucking hurts,” you mumbled. “Hansen must be so happy... Bastard.”

That had Yelena smiling.

“Is Hansen… gone?” You were hopeful.

Yelena sighed. “No. When he shot you and Steve, it sent everyone into a panic. Hansen's men faced off against Clay and Jensen. But he got away.”

“Where’s Dyson?” you asked.

“Waiting for the doctor to finish with Steve,” she told you. “He’s fretting over both of you like a mother hen.”

You blew out an exhale. “Is Steve really going to be okay?”

Her smile faded. “I think so. There was no exit wound, so they have to extract the bullet, see what the damage is. You were very lucky. The bullet barely missed your lung. You’ll have a scar, but you will recover.”

“Will Steve recover?” Guilt clouded your mind, blocking out everything else. “It was my fault he got shot.”

What if Steve died? What if it impacted the rest of his life? Would he forgive you?

“Try not to worry,” she told you. “The doctor is very good. He took very good care of you.”

“Me?” Again, you tried to sit up, but Yelena urged you to be still. The stabbing pain in your shoulder was breathtaking. “Why did he take care of me first? He should have taken care of Steve first. He should have—”

“Steve wouldn’t have it,” Yelena explained. “He was only worried about you.”

And it was your fault you both got shot. Tears came on then.

“Were your friends okay?” you had to ask. “Jensen?”

“They are okay,” she assured you.

“What about Clint?” you asked. “Have we heard from him?”

“Clint’s okay,” a familiar voice said from the doorway of your bedroom. Clint looked beat up but he made it. “Nat! She’s awake.”

Nat scrambled into the bedroom, dashing to your bed. She might have hugged you if Yelena hadn’t caught her.

“She has to be careful with the stitches,” Yelena said gently.

Nat’s green eyes were glassy with tears. “I can’t believe you got shot.”

She hugged you so carefully.

“I can’t either,” you told her. “Where’s Scott?”

“Scott went to pick up Yelena’s things,” Clint said from where he stood at the foot of your bed. “He’s good.”

That meant Yelena was coming back. Good.

With Nat’s help, Yelena used pillows to prop you up in the bed. The movements hurt but you could handle it. Your gaze took in all their worried faces. All you could think about was Steve.

“Clint!” Someone, you thought it was Dyson, called from down the hall.

Clint hurried off and intuition had your stomach dropping.

“When will we know about Steve?” you asked, hoping maybe Nat knew something.

You saw your own worry reflected in her green eyes. She smiled but it didn’t reach those eyes.

“Don’t worry about that right now,” Nat said. “You need to rest.”

No, you needed to know how your husband was.