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just-avocado · 1 year ago
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[Accompanied story below <3]
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“Bobbyyyy!” “I love you Bobby!!”
The boy grinned as wide as he could as he waved to his mami, his papi, and all the other players who had travelled so far to see him.
They all waved back, everyone one of them was smiling, holding up their smiles for one minute longer if it meant the little boy could rest with peace of mind.
There were so many things left unsaid, too little time, too many emotions at the brink of overflowing. Bobby could see it in their eyes and he knew they could see it in his. But this wasn’t about that, he needed to stay strong, he couldn’t let them leave knowing he was afraid.
The boy swallowed those feelings down until the gentle hiss of the closing wall hit his ears. The last thing he heard was his mothers strained “I love you”, her voice laced with tears she couldn’t let him see.
“I love you too!” He’d tried to sign, but by then it was too late. The loving faces of his family had been replaced by the same cold, white quartz that now surrounded him. He’d known this was how it would end. Ten minutes, that’s what Cucurucho had said so that’s what Bobby had prepared himself for.
It had been easy to distract himself from the reality of it all when Jaiden and Roier were there to hold him. But now that they were gone, there was nothing else on his mind. 
The little boys lip trembled as he begged with all his might that the wall would reopen. His mami and papi would run in to hold him, to bring him home, as tío Bad and tío Cellbit tore Cucurucho to shreds. Bobby would have the final blow and everyone would cheer.
The Federation would never dare come near him or any of the other eggs again. He’d see Richarlyson again. He’d watch the sunset. He’d paint one more picture and then a hundred more after that, in his own home, not within the claustrophobic walls of this cage.
His mami could finish her story about the egg with overalls that took over the world. His papi could take him on another adventure only this time Bobby would always listen when he said to be more careful. He swore he’d listen.
Bobby felt a small sob escape his lips.
He should have listened.
If he’d listened he could be doing all those things and more.
But he didn’t. He was alone and he was dead.
The little boy could only wrap his arms and tiny wings around himself, desperate for any comforting touch he could get. He was dead. Deaddeaddeaddeaddead. Bobby forced his eyes shut, trying to stop the panicked tears flowing from his eyes. 
Was this it?
Was he just going to be here? Forever? Locked away in this place his family could never find him? Was he really never going to see any of them again? He could feel a deep pit in his stomach open at the thought.
With trembling arms, Bobby moved to wipe the salty tears from his face.
The sensation brought him back to the week before. Or was it less than that? Him and Richas had been playing tag around the Favela. Tío Pac and tío Mike had been taking care of his friend that day, and compared to his paranoid tío Cellbit and Forever, they were trusting enough to let the two boys out of their immediate sight.
And in a very, VERY rare moment of weakness Bobby had missed a step on a small set of stairs while running and received an extra painful shortcut to the bottom.
Now Bobby was no cry-baby, in fact he’d never cried in his life. But the spike of fear as he fell and the painful rocks digging into his skin were really pushing it. And Richas, because he was dumb and slow (and also it), took forever to get down to him. However, once he did, he didn’t make fun of him. Instead, he quietly took his oversized sleeves and used them to clean the dirt from his friend’s face. If there was a bit of tears smeared there too, neither of them commented on it.
At the time Bobby had just shrugged him off, insisting that he was fine and didn’t need his help. Now, there was nothing Bobby wouldn’t give to have him there.
But he wasn’t there, Bobby was alone.
Richas was alive, in fact he probably didn’t even know that his best friend was dead.
The boy had sworn next time Bobby visited he would demand a rematch, as if he could ever actually beat him at tag. If Bobby had just listened, maybe they would have gotten that chance.
“No, no, estoy cansado, hijo.”
“Es demasiado peligroso, dejémoslo para otro día.”
Bobby couldn’t get mad at his papi, he was the one who had run in after all.
“BOBBY, BOBBY, VE A LA PUERTA”
“BOBBY DÉJAME, CORRE"
If he’d just listened…
“BOBBY!”
The anguished screams of his father still rang in the boys ears. His breathing only quickening as he relived those final moments. The axe of the Vindicator breaking through his armor and lodging itself deep into his chest. The pain like an explosion, deafening all other sensations. The arms of his papi as he desperately tried to carry them both away, only to be overpowered himself moments later. 
All at once the two realized what was happening. They were both down, bleeding out into the deep wooden floor of the mansion. A mansion thousands of blocks from any homes. No one would be able to save them. No one would even know what’s happening until their death messages pinged on every com.
As Bobby failed to blink the blurring from his vision he felt his papi use the last of his strength to pull him close. If the younger’s head was a little clearer he would have apologized. If every movement wasn’t a fresh shot of fire into his veins he would have hugged his papi back. But as the pain evolved from boiling to ice cold and his vision turned black, his only fleeting thought was the hope this was all a nightmare and he’d wake up safe at home.
This unnatural, horrible, evil place was the exact opposite of home. No matter how much he wished for the familiar walls of his room or the countless paintings in his apá’s attic the walls remained the same. He’d never feel the comfort of his home again, would he?
That last thought was all it took for the poor boy to finally break.
Bobby’s legs gave way beneath him as he crumbled to the ground, finally letting all those ugly feelings out. The fear, the regret, the sadness, the anger, the pain. He felt his heart unravel and fall apart as his whole body shook with anguished sobs.
Even when Bobby was still alone, before he’d known the love of family, of friends. Back when he still wondered if the great dragon that had brought him into this world would ever wake up. He still hadn’t felt this helpless.
To think that was only two months ago.
It hurt, so so much. It was amazing to the boy how the pain he felt now was somehow so much greater than the day before. That this burning in his heart was somehow more scaring than the iron blade of a monster.
Bobby wondered if this was how they felt too. The children that had died before him.
Trump had been forgotten, present enough for adults to notice him, but not enough for them to realize he’d been all but abandoned.
Tilín, the closest thing to a sibling he’d had, neglected by their father and accidentally killed by their tío Charlie.
And Juanaflippa, there to witness her friends death, her papa’s exile, brought back from hell due to the pure determination of her parents, only to be dragged back a day later by the stray blade of her own mother.
A small part of Bobby realizes that compared to them, that despite his situation, he is lucky. Lucky to have had loving parents who never let him go hungry. Lucky to have the chance to make so many new friends. Lucky that so many cared enough to brave thousands of blocks of uncharted land just for the chance of his revival. Lucky that despite his carelessness and his pride the Federation granted him ten minutes alone with his mami and papi before he had to leave for good. Bobby hated the Federation with everything he had but…
Thinking back to the day of their funerals, filled with broken sobs and burning grief. The final goodbyes, final words, final embraces, final promises. If nothing else Bobby would hold onto the saddened laughs and smiles of his ever growing family as he ensured their last memory of him would be full of as much light as he could possibly share.
As Bobby failed to wipe away his tears he could almost imagine Tilín there with him, almost feel their hand on his. A constant missing piece ever since that day. He’d hated Charlie for so long after he’d seen him hunched over the body of his sibling, desperately trying to find any remaining life, something to save.
The hand moved slightly, running a comforting thumb over his knuckles.
The boy blinked his eyes back open in shock. Two large, maroon eyes blinked back. Bobby could feel his breath get trapped somewhere in his throat as as Tilín slowly moved his hands from his face to wipe away his tears.
They looked exactly the same as he last remembered. Shoulder length black hair tied into a tiny ponytail with a vibrant red ribbon. Eyes wide with kindness yet with a subtle mischief underneath. An oversized, dark blue jacket like the one their father wears. Small, golden yellow wings sprouting from their back. Bobby never thought he’d see them again.
Bobby was no stranger to the island’s tricks but as Tilín carefully helped the boy back to his feet he had no doubt in his mind that this was the same Tilín he’d known and loved and grieved. Somehow, left to rot in this horrible pristine room, Tilín had found him and he wasn’t alone.
With shakey hands Bobby signs the only thing he can. “You came for me?”
Tilín let out a huff of disbelief as if not being there was never even a possibility. “Of course I came for you, dummy.” They signed, with an exasperated smile. “We all did.”
“We?”
Tilín nodded happily as they spun to the side to reveal Trump and Juanaflippa a small distance away.
Upon seeing him the two enthusiastically waved their way. Bobby lifted his hand to give a small wave back before needing to wipe away at one last tear as his heart battled between disbelief and relief like no other.
“Are you ready?” Tilín signed, taking a step forward.
Ready? Oh…
“Is…” he paused, “Is it scary..?”
Tilín’s smile turned sad for a moment as they turned back to their brother. “Un poco si… pero that’s why we’re here, so you don’t need to feel afraid!”
Bobby didn’t know what to say, his breath hitched with emotion as his heart caught up to his brain. Bobby squeezed his sibling’s hand as his thoughts repeated like an echo. This is real. Tilín is real.
Tilín gave him a small smile, as if reading his thoughts.
“It’s okay if you don’t wanna leave yet,” their hands motioned, “But I promise it’s much better than this stuffy place.”
“You bet!” Juanaflippa happily added, stepping up behind Tilín alongside Trump, “Don’t worry Bobby, the first step is the worst part, after that it’s a piece of cake!” Her smile was so genuine and encouraging, Bobby had almost forgotten it.
The boy turned to Trump, it was a weird feeling, seeing him so close again. Bobby frowned, thinking about how little he actually knew about his lost brother.
Trump sighed before signing, “That’s one way to put it but what Tilín said is true, it’s easier when you have a friend.”
The trio looked at each other.
“Or three,” he finished with a chuckle.
Bobby remembered a story Tallulah had shared (one from her abuelito apparently). He remembered it for it’s ending where the hero had died protecting her friends. Bobby had argued that the story couldn’t end that way but Tallulah just giggled and weirdly agreed. She flipped the page of her notepad and explained that her death hadn’t been the end of the tale.
It was the start of a new chapter.
One filled with those she had been missing during her life.
Maybe that’s what this was, Bobby thought. Not an end, but a beginning. One filled with a family he never got to properly know.
He’d miss everyone on the island. Bobby would remember the joyous laugh of his apá and the caring smile of his mami everyday. He would treasure his time with them all and hope they did the same in return.
Bobby looked up, gazing into the eyes of his siblings with a new spark in his heart. Because no matter what was thrown at him, Bobby always got back up.
As he signed his hands were still a bit shakey, only this time with a newfound, anxious determination. 
“Well what are we waiting for?”
The three lit up, Juanaflippa playfully elbowing Trump as she got a running start towards the faded white behind them, the walls of the room from before nowhere to be found.
“You saw him Trump! Race ya!”
Trump splurted out a laugh before quickly outrunning his sister.
Bobby’s grinned widened as Tilín began pulling him along, not to be outdone by their siblings. Giggles escaped their lips as they caught up pace.
As Bobby ran he thought of the many adventures ahead, ready to make every new moment count. 
And when he saw his mami and papi again he’d tell them every second of it. One day.
But for now until forever he’d enjoy every second he had with the family before him, together again.
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Thank you for reading :DDD
I wrote like 90% of this the night Bobby’s death was confirmed and then lost motivation for two months before finishing it lmao
Aaand I tried my best but before Bobby died I had never actually seen a Roier or Jaiden stream (now I watch them pretty often) so if there’s any inconsistencies such as how they refer to each other just ignore them for my sake XD
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posting this with absolutely no context
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meteortrails · 1 month ago
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mattfoggy from the like 2016 daredevil show were actually so crazy bc like. you’re best friends, you’re each others emergency contacts, everything that you’ve built for yourself as an adult is something you built together, and yet at the same time. your best friend has been lying to you since the day you fucking met. you know each other better than truly anyone else in the whole fucking world, and there is a fundamental piece of his existence that he never told you about. this shit could ruin everything you’ve built, could get him killed, and he didn’t tell you a word of it.
and on the flipside: here’s the one person you’ve ever gotten close to without getting abandoned, and you can’t even bring yourself to be fully honest with him bc how could he ever stay if you were. and he finds out and he leaves, bc of course he does, and you let him, bc it’s probably for the best and he can do what he fucking wants. you’re not gonna twist his arm to get him to fucking love you. but he comes back, and you both keep coming back through everything that follows, bc who else is going to know you like this?? what could ever fill the hole they’d leave behind??? everything you’ve built you’ve built together. how could you ever actually leave that behind?
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cursedzucchini · 2 years ago
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You know what? Fuck it
DC x DP prompt #3
I think at least lmao.
Anyway! Jason starts making videos on YouTube for one reason or another (is really stressed, no one listens to his rants Abt books who cares). His content is mostly bad books he read or really really really long rants Abt pride and prejudice. Like 3 hours on one tiny detail he noticed on his 214th read through.
He's kinda popular, mostly bc his terrible books videos. He talks Abt the ones that made him the most mad, which coincidentally are mostly romance and supernatural. Like he's one of the well known figures in the supernatural romance critique group (whcih is pretty small, but well). (Also he doesn't show his face on camera, bc secret identity and stuff, it's just his voice over a video of something mundane, like the sky or a room in which is a fly or something)
And now this can go two ways, that i can think of (w dead on main in mind at least)
1) one day Jason finds a book which is supernatural romance and is actually good. It has a kidna cliche system for the supernatural stuff, but with a refreshing twist. The characters have depts and flaws, yet are still very likable. The plot is actually interesting and overall the story's theme is death, not belonging anywhere and overall stuff that is very close to Jason's heart. The story doesn't shy away from violence and it is suprisingly accurate.
(I'm.gonna reblog this w pretty long idea of what this book could be Abt, bc i don't wanna annoy ppl lol)
Anyway Jason kinda falls in love w it, and it becomes famous for being the first novel Jason rated positively or something.
Meanwhile Danny, who was told by jazz writing is good way to get his feeling out, and just wanted to make a quick buck, is really fucking confused how tf did his book become so popular and who tf is this nerd who rates books for a living.
(basically big fan Jason and suspicious/awkward Danny lmao)
2) there is a famous series on Jason profile. It's the worst fucking series he ever read and it's just fucking awful. All the characters are fucking terrible, always going on and on about one thing, the romance sucks in a way that isnt even funny. Jason would love to believe some wrote this as a joke, if it wasn't for the absolute cringefest this was, and it wasn't a whole ass series!! Like who writes 12 books for a joke?
Danny ducking Fenton that's who. Dude was so ducking annoyed at his rogues, he threatened them w writing a terrible romance novels abt them. The ghosts, knowing his terrible grade in literature backed off for a moment, before someone crossed the line. And write Danny did. It was the worst thing he had ever written, the love interest was perfect caricature yet still faithfully go the original. And Danny, because fuck them he lost sommuch sleep over that one prank, decided to publish it. (The book was pretty thin so it didn't take that much time writing it). Unfortunately it became immensely popular in the infinite realm. So the ghosts started crossing lines on purpose. Before Danny figured it out, he had already published his fifth book and was writing another three. After some bargaining, getting a book written Abt them as a piece of shit love interest became a reward.
And while yeah, he had to say his writing was terrible and the books sucked, some small part of him was kinda proud y'know? Like a mother of her twelve ugly as fuck toddlers.
So when he saw some nerd on the internet not only shit talk his book, but also get money of it?
Danny decided to haunt him (just like his books did him, now that everyone knew Abt them thanks to this guy)
(enemies (sorta it's not that serious tho) to lovers ala terrible writer Danny who hates his books and kinda famous YouTuber hasn't who also hates Danny's books)
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Fuck this is way too long wtf. Anyway imma reblog this w 1) book idea. Might add whatever i think the twelve books could be Abt. Pls if u want to add anything to this pls do!!
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libr-0-cubicularist · 4 months ago
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hey, hey. you. mhm. you. This is your sign to go read Stories We Share, Secrets We Keep by @bittirsweeteer
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add1ctedt0you · 11 months ago
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Sucker for pain
That's for all the writers who look at jiang cheng and decide to put him through other unimaginable woes. <3 As if his life wasn't rough enough lol.
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neversetyoufree · 8 months ago
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The funniest thing about the Marquis Machina identity reveal is that it recontextualizes the shoes in her current outfit from "quirky Mochijun design choice" to "Francis Varney is a Japanophile."
Ye olde weeabeau.
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hailsatanacab · 2 months ago
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Your Favourite Author's Favourite Fic
in no way is this me sneakily trying to get fic recs out of people, but here's my new tag game!
Rules! When tagged, reblog with the fic you've written that you love the most
Not the fic with the most kudos, or the most comments, or the most hits, but the fic that you're the most proud of. I'm talking about the story that kept you up at night, the one that you still think about, the one that you wish more people would read
So, it's time to show off! I strongly encourage - in fact, I demand - that you give yourself some compliments, a well-deserved pat on the back, and tell us all the reasons why it's your favourite!
Then tag five people and make them go through it, too 🥰🩷
I'll tag @wolfjackle, @tourettesdog, @gilbirda, @die-erlkonigin6083, and @thewritingowl to get us started, please and thank you!!
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koobiie · 9 months ago
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fanart for what may be my favorite fic of all time, Running Behind by @asidian! here's prompto enjoying all the foods from the fic beacuse he deserves it <3
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rottmnt-residuum · 1 year ago
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Any other LGBTQ+ Headcannons that are canon is the comic??;)
*patiently awaits Cupioromantic Donnie*
hmm... had to think about this for a while and talk about it with co-author, but here's what we got. we mostly base this stuff on how plausible it is in show/if there's evidence for it. with a dash of personal experience. This only applies to residuum, btw. I have different personal headcanons for these characters outside the comic.
april: lesbian. this is mostly based off of the fact that most aprils get with their caseys & the comment she said to dale. which could be taken as disinterest in dale specifically, but she seemed more concerned with impressing that popular girl earlier and that reads as more... saphic, i suppose. or at the very least homoromantic.
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raph: raph is just raph. we look at him and basically just *tv static*. go crazy. all we got is jokes or stuff that has too little evidence to support. so, yeah, he's whatever you want him to be i guess?
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leo: trans. already said my reason in the other post. also, gay. if gay were a power source he could power the entirety of the united states for five months straight without a single power outage. failing power grid notwithstanding (< thats the actual word. its supposed to be mushed together like that. wack.).
donnie: as much as i'd like him to be ace/aro spectrum rep, he just doesn't have the evidence in show for us to apply it to him in this comic. it's funny, for being hc as ace so often he sure is the most outwardly romantic/sexual turtle in the show lmao. one! cherry: "you're so cute, but you're so mean! why do i always go for your type?" two! astrogirl?? (whatever her name is) he is very very romantic with her. he has a type y'all. also just look at those two, he's a leg man lmao (bootyyshaker9000 anyone? ha!) anyway. and with the bromance/instant chemistry he had with that one guy in the purple dragons... Pan. or possibly Omni as he does seem to favor... cute brutal femme... Yeah. Omnisexual.
(you have no idea how fucking bad i want this boy to be ace spectrum. hes got the colors y'all!! The Colors!!!!! but alas... i am bound by my canon plausibility creed for this comic)
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mikey: ace. possibly ace/aro. he shows interest in literally no-one. we're aware that the common hc is pan but... we know a pan 13 year old, and let me tell you ahahahaha, kids going through puberty are very uncomfortable to be around sometimes, especially around their partners. or crushes. and mikey... well, that boy is ace behavior personified lmao. aces in the back you get what we mean right?? right??? anyway commiting to aroace
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#residual asks#rottmnt#i really get a kick out of he/him butch lesbian raph and ghostbear-sexual raph#but i'd never use those seriously. or at least in this comic#co-author says what they get if they really had to choose for raph is ace homoromantic#but otherwise...#he's just raph#like we can't apply any identity to him. and we really mean ANY identity. not even straight or umbrella terms like queer#its a very odd feeling#i also really like trans april but we don't have enough evidence for it#in fact there's actually counter evidence- but don't let that stop your dreams y'all. it just stops ours :P#sorry for stepping on your donnie dreams anon#but honestly i think that label applies more to 2012 donnie imo#i really do personally prefer ace/aro donnie. but i'd make everyone ace if i were able lmao#co-author would also do the same thing ahaah#i just don't like depicting romantic relationships. or attraction ahahaah#with mikey... we get why people hc him as pan... but like its a fandomism stereotype#that literally every fandom applies to optimistic friendly characters. and honestly i really don't like the fandomism stereotypes#i just find them... unenjoyable i guess#cuz like y'alll... your sexuality isn't inherently determined by your personality or vise versa#cuz like i know for sure that in fandom spaces- if i were a character- i'd be stereotyped as pan or a hypersexual cis het#to which i am neither. at all.#and co-author would be stereotyped as the demure femme book lesbian#which they are VERY much not#and i know this because i've been fandomified by people in my life more than once#it is a very uncomfortable experience y'all#whoops rant in the tags#residuum#rottmnt residuum#residuum wb
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jonsnowunemploymentera · 7 months ago
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I understand that there is a sizable amount of Jon stans whose delusions can be aggravating. Trust me, I’ve come across my fair share of people who think that the sun rises only for Jon Snow and no one else. But, it’s really annoying when certain sections of this fandom act like reading Jon as Azor Ahai is a result of Jon fans making shit up. No, we’re not. We’re literally reading what the text is telling us. We’re not reading into it, we’re reading it straight up. Mel’s singular ADWD chapter is literally just: hey Mel pay attention to Jon Snow, also there’s random stuff happening all over Westeros, and also pay extra attention to Jon Snow.
Mel’s visions are absolutely correct. What’s not correct is how she interprets them to fit an agenda/make herself appear more credible to others (Jon, Stannis). We already know exactly what this looks like when she sees towers being submerged in water, says it’s Eastwatch by the Sea when asked, even though in her head she’s like “oh it can’t be Eastwatch because that place doesn’t look like that”.
ADWD shows us that Mel looks into her fires searching for Azor Ahai and sees “only Snow”. There’s no other way of reading that other than “oh yeah if Mel is specifically looking for Azor Ahai and is seeing Jon Snow, then Jon is the Azor Ahai she’s looking for”. And the gag with this is Mel’s entire purpose, her existence, is to find Azor Ahai. But she completely misidentifies him so when she encounters the real deal, she’s in far too deep to make the obvious and necessary pivot. And it’s even funnier (and I think that’s what GRRM is going for) when there’s nothing special about Mel’s chosen hero Stannis, but there’s a lot that is special about the one she’s ignoring: Jon. Mel literally tells Jon “you’re a super special magic boy let’s make babies because of how super special you are, and these babies will be even more powerful than the ones I made with Stannis” but at the same time being like “yeah mr not-that-special Stannis is totally the guy I’m looking for”.
Plus, Mel’s “only Snow” is quite literally reaffirmed in Jon XII when he dreams himself atop the wall, armored in ice, and wielding LIGHTBRINGER. This isn’t some ordinary flaming sword. This sword burns “red in his fist”, which literally equates it to “the red sword of heroes” - Azor Ahai’s sword. Not only that but Mel’s ptwp is definitely going to be reborn. She has visions about a grey girl on a dying horse WHICH IS TRUE!! What’s not true is this girl being Arya. It’s Alys Karstark. She then has visions about daggers in the dark, which again happens!! Read the last few pages of Jon XIII ADWD. The one that hasn’t come yet but will (based on Jon XIII) is a “promised prince born amidst salt and smoke”. There’s a reason why GRRM included these things in the narrative. And there’s a reason why they happen sequentially. So unless Winds comes out and GRRM is like sike forget that ever happened, it’s pretty safe to assume that Jon is Azor Ahai.
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sentinel-prime-after-dark · 21 days ago
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Ok how do we feel? How are we feeling about first-time hypersensitivity in Cybertronians?
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mogoce-nocoj · 9 months ago
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kris is honestly the strongest soldier in this band
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sol-insidious · 9 months ago
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Luke weilding both his green lightsaber and the darksaber is my favorite thing in the world actually.
Close-ups below:
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✨slay✨
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emece-sp · 1 year ago
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Come on guess who my favorite SCP doctor (and author) is, Bonus
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Tiny bug
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djappleblush · 2 years ago
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"This fic is not abandoned," "Next chapter coming right up!" "Apologies for the cliffhanger; the wait will be worth it,"
advertised the fanfic author whose work was written in the 1500s.
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