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torusonicpilled · 3 days ago

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can we know more about the future au👀👀❓️

Alright I've been waiting for this, get ready for a really long lore dump... (click on keep reading so I don't clutter up the tags)

Future AU takes place 200 years after when-ever the main events of the game are. This would make Shadow 215 years old and Sonic 216 years old. Sonic: Sonic was created by a cult of former ARK scientists who wanted to create a version of Shadow specifically to be a weapon and without the Black Arms DNA. They used the DNA of a god and were successful (obviously.) However, Sonic at one point lost control of his power and destroyed everything, this event made him lose his memory. The first thing he did when he woke up was the nature around him, creating his free-spirited nature (contrast to how Shadow woke up seeing Maria for the first time.) All this lore is here to explain why Sonic is immortal. However because Sonic is immortal and the public is unaware of this, and basically the gods have their own secret cult that gave Sonic an ultimatum. Basically he could A) Die at around 40 but keep his freedom, however the earth he loves may one day be destroyed due to the lack of him protecting it. B) He lives long enough (around 110) for people to realize he is immortal like Shadow, and not wanting to waste their best protector against the planet, seals him away, freezing him and only take him out when they need him to save them, or C) fake his death and continuing living, but lose his humanity, never being able to be “Sonic the Hedgehog” again. Sonic also never made this choice, as Shadow was the one who decided. Shadow feels guilt over this even if Sonic has gotten over it at this point.

Sonic goes through a major depression in the years 110-150, as he basically loses his identity and is struggling with that. Sonic eventually finds some old outfit Shadow has in the closet, and uses it to become a masked figure called “S.” He now saves people under S, his speed being from “technology” and a voice modulator hiding his voice. Sonic is insanely powerful in the future, so people start equating him to a “legendary hero” who only appears when a threat too strong shows up. (like how Silver acted when talking about Whisper in IDW #8.)

Sonic still has a lot of his immature traits personality wise, however he is a lot smarter when it comes to combat, having experience in situations, as well as being extremely overpowered.

Shadow: Due to Shadow being the ultimate lifeform, he’s allowed to still be in public and shows his face. Shadow leaves G.U.N after Rouge retires, as Team Dark disbands. Once Rouge dies, Shadow spends a lot of time with Sonic, as Sonic is going through it being dead in all but name.

Around 130-140, Shadow created “Maria’s Solutions,” his own private organization for helping people. Shadow is someone people go to when people can’t go to police or other organizations for help. He accepts help from almost any client, however he is often avoided by the worst as his power is terrifying. Shadow is now a detective, negotiator, and bounty hunter all in one, as he is more knowledgeable and collected now.

After Eggman's death, Shadow adopted Sage at his request, not having it in him to bring her offline. Sage has a duplicate robot body but she prefers to spend time with him on Shadow's phone. She helps him out in missions, with hacking and tech related problems.

Shadow has other employees for Maria’s Solutions, however I’m still working on them. Main ideas include an innocent girl similar to Maria he’s taken a soft spot to, a robot like Omega who works as a maid around their house, etc.

Silver: Silver will occasionally come back to check in on Shadow. Due to the deal they made, Silver can’t know Sonic is alive. However, due to a mishap, Silver finds out and becomes friends with S. Sonic likes spending more time with Silver so he hides this fact from Shadow, sometimes going on missions with Silver.

Other info

Sonic and Shadow aren’t important to this world. Lots of organizations and people fight in this world, thus leaving Sonic to deal with world ending threats and Shadow his clients. Organizations include

Technology conglomerates

A church that worships Gaia

The restoration

Militaries

Sonic and Shadow are married with rings pierced in their ears, however they do not like to define relationships.

Anyone who Shadow trusts enough will meet Sonic by accident, but calls him “S” either way.

Knuckles can be spoken too by connecting with the master emerald, which is underneath Sonic and Shadow’s house in an underground facility.

Tails reincarnates when he dies with an extra tail, however he gets his memories from his last 100 years only if he meets Sonic. They don’t meet until 130ish, where Sonic agrees to wait until Tails is 20 every time before he hunts for him. (this part I’m still working on.)

Sonic is a jack of all trades who can use any weapon to fight as he likes to switch it up. Shadow uses a gun and sword combo along with his chaos abilities.

AU is more comedic despite the somber tone, as Sonic and Shadow are still Sonic and Shadow at the end of the day.

Well that was a lot but if you want more info send me another ask with more questions for me to answer

#sth #future au #text post #sonadow

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hailturinturambar · 2 days ago

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Flaws at Dusk.

Pairing: Elrond x Galadriel

Word count: 3.116

Request: “Mine. Yours, friends to lovers Elrondriel smut?”

Author's Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or confusion. Requests are open, check the information before requesting. We're here again for Elrond and Galadriel. Damn, how can I not love these two? This one's for everyone who's wondering what could have happened after that wonderful kiss.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Unprotected sex, p in v. Oral (female and male receiving.) Masturbation. Passionate sex. Elrond being a passionate sub. Anguish.

Summary: Eregion has fallen. All that remains for the surviving Elves is to move on. High King Gil-galad has ordered a group of Elves to follow him back to Lindon. When Galadriel and Elrond stay behind to help the others, unexpected feelings begin to surface.

This story can be read as a second part of this one, but also independently.

Galadriel could still taste the blood in her mouth. The death in her chest. The memory of the battle that had devastated Middle-earth, and nearly cost her her life. A memory of Sauron's return and the defeat of those Galadriel loved most. Honestly, Galadriel had never wanted to wake from her sleep of death. The memories were too painful to bear.

Like all Elves, Galadriel carried many sorrows with her, many anguishes in her chest. And most of all, she remembered the golden times in Valinor, when joys seemed eternal and death so distant. Times when her beloved brother, Finrod, was still alive.

She no longer longed for immortality. Galadriel finally understood Eru's gift to Men. Living forever, after so much pain, so much loss, was not a blessing. But a torture, a punishment. Men, at least, could rest in eternity, on paths that only Eru knew.

For centuries, Galadriel resented the Valar, judging them for all the evils of Middle-earth, for all the times they failed to stop Morgoth from bringing death and destruction. And she cried out to Mandos, that she might suffer no more.

That her family might not be destroyed, that her brother might return to her. That her beloved husband might not be brutally torn from her.

She wished for all of this, in secret, hidden in her own pain. Pain and anguish that she endured alone. Committed to living another day, fighting another battle against the bearer of all her suffering, Sauron, the Dark Lord.

Ages passed before Galadriel understood that, despite everything, her suffering was never in silence, that there was still one more person who cared about her. Because there was Elrond, when she lost her family, when she lost her husband. He was always by her side.

Only Elrond in all Arda could understand the depth of Galadriel's grief. And he did not abandon her, even when she returned to Lindon and defied Gil-galad, and refused to accept the blessing of Valinor. She was too furious to realize it at the time, to understand how much Elrond cared for her.

It broke Galadriel's heart, deeply, when Elrond discovered that she had lied about Halbrand, about the Rings. Galadriel was horrified, she feared that Elrond would see the true version of her. Broken. Vengeful. Beyond repair. Trapped in her grief as deep as the Silmarils of Earth and Sea.

Although she would not admit it, Galadriel knew that the only way to find peace, to achieve forgiveness for all her mistakes, was to sacrifice herself. She entrusted Nenya to Elrond, because she would pay that price. For all of Middle-earth.

But Galadriel did not know that Elrond, her most beloved friend, would be a great fool. Because to Elrond, no matter the cost, he would not sacrifice Galadriel. He would fight to the death for her, so that they would have a chance.

She had seen that determination in Elrond's eyes when they had met again, when he had seen her imprisoned by Adar. When Adar had exposed her as a prize, as a dirty bargain for the fate of Eregion.

Elrond could not bear to see Galadriel suffer at Adar's hands. He would not let her. Perhaps the Valar were the only ones capable of judging the hearts of Elves and Men.

Galadriel had never felt such despair as she did at that moment. She was the only thing standing between Adar's army and the Elves of Lindon, against the destruction of Eregion. She alone could decide the salvation or ruin of the Elves.

Because Adar would never give up. He was incapable of stopping, of putting an end to his thirst for eternal revenge against Sauron.

When Elrond looked at Galadriel, she knew he would not keep his promise. That he would choose her above all else. Galadriel, however, could not blame Elrond. Because not even she, one of Gil-galad's most trusted commanders, would be able to sacrifice Elrond. Hadn't she sacrificed enough?

The Adar's camp was the point of no return for them, Galadriel thought. Alone in the hands of the Enemy, Elrond and Galadriel were completely exposed, without a way out.

And in that putrid tent, steeped in evil and cruelty, Galadriel realized that Elrond meant more to her. Wearing his armor, like a true elven warrior, Elrond had never looked more beautiful to her. So majestic and delicate, yet so strong and courageous at the same time.

Galadriel blamed herself deeply when she felt Elrond's lips against hers, because it felt so right. So unexpectedly good. And she kissed him back, because she never wanted him to leave her. Galadriel loved Elrond, but she feared feeling that love. She could lose Elrond as easily as she had lost so many.

She had not cared when Sauron had wounded her with the Morgoth's Crown. Was this the price of peace, then? It was a fair price, Galadriel thought. She was determined to make amends, even if Sauron would never give up the fight. For he might have regained the Nines, and she might have died in the fall. But he would never have Nenya.

Galadriel still remembered the feeling of when her body hit the forest floor, when her spirit tried to fight bravely against the rot of the wound, the evil that Sauron had imbued into her soul, into her essence.

Then she could hear his voice, Elrond. By her side, fighting for her to survive, for her to heal from all the pain, from all the loss, so that she would live one more to fight.

Galadriel forced her eyes open, suspecting it was night again. She felt as if she had always waking up at the moment Sauron had wounded her with the Crown, still too haunted by the fight. But she was safe now.

High King Gil-galad gathered a company of Elves to return to Lindon, so that all would be warned of the destruction of Eregion and the return of Sauron. All the wounded were to remain behind and guard the new refuge.

“Sauron is with the Nine. And he holds his power over the Seven.” Elrond muttered, enraged. “How do we know he will not come for her? For Nenya?”

For hours, Elrond and Gil-galad argued, until the High King gave in and allowed Elrond to remain in the haven with Galadriel. She was grateful that her friend has staying. He was the only one who made her feel safe now.

When she first awoke, Morgoth's rot showed Galadriel the truth. Celeborn was lost, forever. She had finally discovered the reason for the emptiness in her chest that never seemed to close. Her love was gone, and she could no longer live trapped in her hope.

Outside the tent, Galadriel heard footsteps. Always noisy like an Orc, even when he was trying not to wake all the Elves. Galadriel smiled, knowing that Elrond was there to see her once more, to make sure she was safe.

“Galadriel?” He whispered, stepping into the tent.

“You know you don’t have to check every day, don’t you?” Galadriel laughed at Elrond’s frown, extending her hand to him.

“I’m sorry, my friend.” He said, defeated, walking towards her. “I’m just concerned for your safety.”

Oh, she knew he was. Elrond had always cared so much for her. She wondered, now, if that kiss had been something he had wanted for much longer.

“Elrond?” Galadriel whispered uncertainly.

He looked at her, sitting on the makeshift bed. Concern shone in Elrond's clear eyes. He quickly took Galadriel's hand, intertwining their fingers.

“You can talk to me, always.” He said comfortingly.

“Did it have any meaning to you?”

Galadriel's voice was barely above a whisper. She was so embarrassed, she felt like a little girl in love. And she certainly hated feeling that way, even more so if he didn't feel the same.

“What, my dear?” Elrond brought his free hand to Galadriel’s face, bringing her eyes to his.

“Why did you kiss me, Elrond?” she said harshly.

Elrond stammered, unable to answer such a direct question. How Elrond could face an army of Orcs with ease, yet despair over a question, Galadriel could not understand.

“I needed a plan, you know,” he replied, but his voice was shaky. “I couldn’t leave you alone in that tent.”

“But was the kiss necessary?”

“How else could I distract Adar and his Uruks?” Elrond countered, standing up, his back to Galadriel.

“Was it just for that?” She asked. She wanted to scream at him, beg him to finally be honest with her.

Elrond didn't answer. His hands were stiff at his sides, as if he didn't know how to disguise the discomfort he was feeling. How could he talk about the feeling that was burning in his chest without ruining everything that existed between them?

“No. It wasn’t just that.” Elrond sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Why then, Elrond?” Galadriel said, standing up.

Her hands reached for Elrond’s shoulders, forcing the taller Elf to turn toward her. Tears streaked Elrond’s summer-gentle face. He is afraid, Galadriel thought, that he will lose me forever if he is honest.

“I am in love with you, Galadriel.” Elrond replied in a broken voice, his eyes closing. “Since the moment I met you.”

Galadriel smiled, feeling tears streaming down her face as well. This was what her family had been through, wasn't it? The fear of starting over after losing a great love. A love that had seemed so wrong to Fëanor.

“Do you love me, Elrond?” Galadriel asked.

“I do love you.” He replied.

Elrond was exposing his heart to Galadriel. So that she would decide that for him, if they could finally be together, surrendered to the love they felt. To the feeling that suffocated Galadriel's chest, as much as it suffocated Elrond.

It was up to her to decide whether she would let Elrond contemplate her flaws at dusk. Let him then decide whether he was willing to love that broken part. Artanis was in the past. Galadriel was what remained.

“I don’t know how I can love you, Elrond, without some other way.” She sobbed, closing her eyes.

Elrond smiled, bringing his hands to Galadriel's face, as when they were in Adar's tent.

“I love you, Galadriel. And I love everything that’s left of you.”

Before Galadriel could open her eyes, she felt Elrond's lips against hers. That kiss still felt so right. The Valar were granting Galadriel a second chance, and she would not let her sadness now be greater.

Galadriel kissed him back, wrapping her arms around Elrond's neck. She felt as if the light of Valinor shone against her face once more, as if she had achieved true peace.

Because Elrond's love was all she needed, all she was missing. He kissed her passionately, breathlessly, as if he wanted to drown in her until they were one, until they were joined not only in flesh, but in spirit.

“Will you stay with me?” She whispered, breaking the kiss.

“Do you love me, Galadriel?” Elrond murmured against her lips.

“You know I do.”

She gasped, losing herself once more in Elrond's lips, in everything that involved his presence. Because Elrond was intoxicating to her. His touch, his taste, the way he kissed her, as if nothing else in all of Arda mattered more to him than her.

Galadriel's hands reached for Elrond's curls, losing herself in the feeling of having him so close to her. Galadriel was tired of the armor he wore in the refuge, she wanted to be completely with him. As it should always have been.

Galadriel pulled away from Elrond, who looked at her in confusion. She smiled, reaching out her hand to him. Elrond smiled lovingly at her, letting her guide him to the bed. He would do whatever she wished, whatever she asked of him. The glow of Galadriel's golden hair mesmerized Elrond. He was sure that peace looked a lot like her.

Elrond sat on the bed, and Galadriel smiled at how accepting he was of her taking control of everything. He wouldn't say no to her, would he? And she knew it. Galadriel's hands reached for Elrond's elven armor, calmly removing it piece by piece.

Elrond did nothing, just watched Galadriel undress him, helping her take off what was left of his armor. For the Valar, he was more beautiful than she had imagined. Galadriel held Elrond's face, kissing his lips lightly.

When he tried to kiss her back, she pulled away, kissing Elrond's neck passionately, her hands gripping his brown curls. Elrond groaned, feeling Galadriel's tongue against his ear, before returning to kiss his neck. Elrond was like a jewel in Galadriel's hands, and she was molding him to her will.

Without removing her kisses from Elrond's neck, Galadriel pushed the Elf's body back onto the bed, sitting on his lap. Elrond's hands reached Galadriel's waist, his sighs encouraging her.

She let her lips lightly brush against Elrond's, who sighed at the loss of her touch. Galadriel ran her hands against Elrond's chest, removing his tunic, the last piece of clothing he had left. Elrond's hands reached Galadriel's waist, tightening her dress, but she bit his neck lightly.

“Don’t be so impatient.” She whispered.

Galadriel's kisses trailed down Elrond's collarbone, her nails lightly scratching his chest. Elrond groaned as Galadriel knelt in front of him, never breaking her kiss. He would be lost if she continued to love him so carnally.

But Galadriel was more than willing. Because Elrond was all she wanted. Elrond's hand reached into Galadriel's golden hair, groaning as her lips enveloped it. May the Valar forgive him, but he was even more in love with his friend.

Galadriel moaned against Elrond, satisfied by his groans. Galadriel would not waste another second with him. Elrond's grip on Galadriel's hair tightened as his tongue continued to tease him, her mouth never leaving him. Even without knowing Valinor, Elrond knew that only the greatest of blessings was being granted to him.

The movements of Galadriel's mouth intensified, and Elrond knew he could not be strong for much longer, even if he was half-elven. Galadriel could crush his spirit in that moment and he would not care.

Galadriel let her nails wander over Elrond's thighs, feeling as he cum undone against her mouth. Satisfied, she let him recover, trailing kisses up his stomach. Elrond's curls were plastered to his forehead, and she smiled passionately at him.

“Elrond.” She moaned, kissing him once more.

Elrond, panting, was quick to return the kiss, almost desperate. This time Galadriel did not stop him from pulling her dress, only stopping the kiss so that the dress was thrown on the floor of the tent.

Within seconds, Elrond was wrapping his arms around Galadriel's body, bringing his lips to her neck. Intoxicated, yes, he was being intoxicated by Galadriel's skin. Kissing and biting her neck passionately.

Galadriel sighed, holding the curls she loved so much. Elrond's kisses, just like hers before, traveled down her body. A flowery tongue, he was indeed. Elrond adored Galadriel with passion, with tenderness. But also with hunger. Kissing her breasts, kissing every patch of skin she had allowed him to touch.

Galadriel would let him make her his, she didn't care. She was choosing Elrond, she would no longer spend eternity alone. When Elrond held Galadriel's thighs, kissing her where she needed him most, she moaned Elrond's name.

She was back in the Land of the Valar, the Undying Lands. Before, she had not known this salvation in Valinor, but she was reaching with Elrond's lips. Her legs were against Elrond's face, but he did not stop kissing Galadriel, giving her as much pleasure as she had given him. She deserved everything. She deserved to be loved completely.

Galadriel tugged at Elrond's curls, moaning again. It was as if her chest was on fire, as if she would succumb to that passion at any second, as if she would shatter at the slightest touch from Elrond. She was sure she would never forget the sensation of feeling his lips.

“Elrond!” Galadriel moaned, her long golden hair sprawled across the bed, sticking to her sweaty face.

Elrond smiled at her, kissing her face, blinded by his passion, by his love for her. He couldn't get enough of her. He really was in love, Elrond thought.

“Mine?” He whispered, caressing her face.

“Yours.”

Galadriel kissed Elrond, pulling his body against hers. The kiss in the tent had felt right, but this? This was everything she had been looking for for so long.

She moaned, feeling Elrond against her, her legs wrapped around his waist. Galadriel's nails scratched down Elrond's back and he groaned against her lips.

It would be ages before Galadriel would overcome that feeling, that sensation. The eternal desire to consume Elrond, to be his and his alone. She felt so good against his body, feeling how complete they seemed together, how they seemed remade by each other's hands.

Elrond pulled his lips away from Galadriel, looking at her fondly, completely in love with her. With the woman she was, with who she had become. He was not afraid of her mistakes, he loved her for her mistakes, with all her flaws. He accepted her, completely.

And she knew it, now. Elrond reached for Galadriel's hand, lacing their fingers together. When he brought her hand to his lip, kissing where Nenya is, Galadriel gasped, her eyes closing against the emotions that were sweeping through her.

“Galadriel.” He whispered against her ear, intensifying his movements.

Galadriel didn't care about anything else. All that mattered was this moment. The two of them together. She arched her body, hugging Elrond, as if she could get closer to him, as if she could make him even more hers. But wasn't he already completely hers?

“Elrond…” She sighed, almost singing his name, moaning even louder.

And Elrond had no more control when he felt Galadriel pressing against him, cumming undone against him. He moaned Galadriel's name, letting himself join her, euphoria taking over both of them.

Galadriel opened her eyes as Elrond lay beside her. She was panting, but the warmth in his chest was comforting, even. She brought her hand to his face, Nenya's cool touch making Elrond open his eyes.

“Elrond?” Galadriel whispered, caressing his face.

“Yes?” He smiled, kissing Galadriel’s hand.

“Will you stand by my side, until the bitter end?”

“Until our souls are taken to Mandos, my dear.”

Elrond whispered, kissing Galadriel again. And she knew that they would be okay. That not even Sauron, or all the wars in Middle-earth, could shake Galadriel's love for Elrond.

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choicesficwriterscreations · 3 days ago

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CFWC F/AtoW: Feb 9 - 15, 2025

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA+ 💘 = Valentine's Day Event

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

A Simple Gift 🎨💘 | Aerin Vallero x F!Elf!MC - @weetlebeetle C: @storyofmychoices

Cracks in the Pillar ✒️ | Tyril Starfury x F!Elf!MC - @aanya16071

Goddesses Cry Too ✒️ | Tyril Starfury x F!Elf!MC - @aanya16071

Prey ✒️🏳️‍🌈 | Valax x F!Elf!MC - @nifaraswife

Your lips are a work of art 🎨 | F!Human!MC x M!Elf!MC - Lampyri C: @lilyoffandoms @storyofmychoices

BLOODBOUND

Together 🎨 | Adrian Raines x F!MC - @weetlebeetle C: @loreofyore

DESIRE AND DECORUM

A Dream Come True ✒️💘 | Ernest Sinclaire x F!MC - @ladylamrian C: @bri1234

FOREIGN AFFAIRS

Portrait 🎨 | M!Blaine Hayes x NB!MC x Tatum Mendoza - @lilyoffandoms

HIGH SCHOOL STORY

Private Party ✒️🔥 | Aiden Zhou x F!MC - @cadybear420

Surrounded ✒️💘🔥🏳️‍🌈 | Aiden Zhou x F!MC x Cameron Levy - @cadybear420

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Valentine's Day Flutters! ✒️💘 | M!Cas Harlow x F!MC x M!Gabe Adalhard - @mercedesdecorazon

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart F/AtoW List - Week Ending Feb 15, 2025

TERROR FEST

Killer Legacy ✒️ | Tyson Vreeland x F!MC - @endlessflame

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

All is Fair in Love and War (Series) ✒️ | Maxwell Beaumont x F!OC - @tessa-liam Part 3: Free Falling

Best of My Love: A Victim of Love One-Shot ✒️💘 | Drake Walker x F!MC - @angelasscribbles

Brothers-in-Arms (Series) ✒️💘 | Multiple Characters - @tessa-liam Part 1: Valentine Memories

Forevermore (Series) ✒️ | King Marquise (Liam) Rys x F!MC - @khoicesbyk Chapter 13: Breaking Point

Someone New ✒️💘 | Drake Walker x F!MC - @tessa-liam

Valentine's Day 🎨💘 | Liam Rys x F!MC - @weetlebeetle C: @tessa-liam

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Free Kisses ✒️🎨💘 | Troy Hassan x F!MC - @weetlebeetle C: @dutifullynuttywitch

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petrichara · 1 year ago

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I wonder how much of our parents we know through knowing ourselves. I wonder how much of ourselves we think are our own and were first born in our parents. I wonder, even in death, what I still learn about my father.

#memory is immortality love is immortality #gone and dead are used synonymously but they are not the same #he is dead but not gone #when I go to work I tell the kids the jokes he told me and I hear them passed along like strings of life like I’m weaving a person #they laugh and he is almost there #I exist and he is almost here #so I am sad for a while but not forever because my eyes are most his when they’re smiling #and he is dead but not gone #grief

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zu-is-here · 9 months ago

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Love is blind

Fluffynightkiller Week by @help-im-a-gay-fish

Ccino by black-nyanko

Nightmare by jokublog

Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch

#zu art #comic #fluffynightkiller week #fluffynightkiller #killer!sans #ccino!sans #undertale #undertale au #utmv #old Killer losing his sight; mobility; memory but not his feelings makes me wanna cry #if Nightmare were immortal it'd be such a pain for him to see his loved ones approaching death #what if Night is already dead but Ccino didn't tell Killer?..#*inhales* good night everyone _(:'3 」∠)_#UPD oh wait wrong hands— *facepalm* ok nevermind ;D

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backpackingspace · 26 days ago

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Odysseus: demanding Athena take off whatever enchantment she put on him the second the situation ends.

Odysseus: who constantly reminds Athena that he has great plans to grow old and die with his wife so don't even think about getting any ideas.

Odysseus: side eye diomedes who has started fucking glowing he has so many enchantments on him: bro you should talk to Athena about getting those removed. You're going to end up immortal or some shit

Diomedes: who has been a solider since he was 5 who has intersting thoughts about his own personhood who has a much more traditional relationship with Athena and would rather literally stab his own eye out with a rusted sword than speak out of turn: I don't know what you're talking about

#odysseus #Diomedes #Athena #This is more pulling from my own headcanons than any source material #But I have a lot of feelings about the narritive physically changing a character and how well that works with the idea that #Becoming immortal is a slow process more of a slide than an abrupt change #And I have a lot of feelings about diomedes becoming immortal and how odysseus only ever wanted to be a man #And how diomedes was having a much more mortal experience and odysseus experiencing so much magic and monsters and gods #And how every step of the way diomedes only ever politely thanks Athena never argues only does his duty #And how nearly everything odysseus met tried to change him or keep him and how he fought against that with his whole being #Also a lot of feelings about the traditional reward for heros was immortality #This obviously does not include all the times Athena treated odysseus like a barbie doll because ody was 98% not aware of that #Athena post the whole ajax going insane thing: that was fun #Odysseus: great yah super fucking fun love when my allies go mad with desires to torture me to death BTW #Take off the invisibility spell I want nobody trace of it lingering on me I am remaining mortal if it kills me #Athena: definitely not pouting you're no fun one little spell isn't going to permanently alter you #Odysseus: I am not taking any chances any invisibility I have is going to be my own fucking skill and your excellent training not magic #Diomedes: internally:after getting the ability to see through illusions and see gods #Should I mention this to Pallas Athena? Did she mean for me to keep it? Is it bad if I keep using it?#Is it even more disrespectful to not use it? Surely she is aware that I still have this? Surely it would be an insult to her intelligence #To remind her that would be casting doubt on her memory and perhaps it is part of a plan and #Who am I to question pallas athenas plans who am I but her devout weapon better to not mention it or any of the other lingering magics #Diomedes realizing a hundred years after the fact that he is in fact immortal: ....should I mention this?#Athena finds it funny to try to sneak magic onto odysseus it's a game for them because their both rat bastards #But not post odyssey it's just triggering then #Actual child solider diomedes #Greek myths

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average-hua-cheng-fan · 1 year ago

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another reason i think that xie lian felt an instant connection on the ox cart is because he and hua cheng both grew up in xianle.

there are maybe 4 people still alive that grew up in that culture. based on my own experience, you can pick up on things like accent, cadence, references, and humor that suggest a person is from the same place as you without consciously noticing it. that sense of comfort and similarity probably played into their instant chemistry.

#thinking about how they are bonded together by being the only people who remember their dead culture... augh it kind of makes me want to cr #as much fighting as fengqing do they are really the only people who will EVER understand each other's childhoods #which. aughhhh #there's a lovely modern au fic by heavensturtle called ''i'm just there to admire you.'' where they talk about chinese diaspora go read it #fics that mention paradise manor being in the xianle style also make me want to bawl. especially when fxmq notice it #other people that remember xianle: qi rong. jun wu. mei nianqing. yeah. none of those people are easy to talk to #buried deep in the xianle quartets heads are things like xianxia silly bands and xianxia nickelodeon and xianxia hi chew that LITERALLY #NOBODY ELSE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD REMEMBERS. DOES THAT NOT MAKE YOU FEEL INSANE #the immortality in tgcf and how it affects memory and sense of self and relationships. ourgh #i speak #tgcf meta #tgcf #tgcf spoilers #i guess?#tian guan ci fu #tgcf books #heaven official's blessing #hob #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #feng xin #mu qing #fengqing #xianle trio #xianle quartet

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hexxter · 10 months ago

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What if Luxu and Player encounter each other with each of the player’s reincarnation

Luxu who is stealing bodies vs the kid that keeps coming back to life

#its giving immortal and reincarnated hero #if the player is sora thats would just make funnier in my head #luxu wont be able to catch a break #(me personally i prefer the theory that yozora is the player so player wont have canon face)#luxu: gotta go though the pain of getting used to new body again #player: wussup everyone i just came back to life again!#i wonder if luxu will have personal beef with the player cause of that #or will he actually relate to the player for having to struggle in life again #even tho the player choose to reincarnat.. sure they didn’t choose to have the memories #idk its just crack theory i like #what if there is player 3 that luxu will find to help subject x with her memories #i like to give the player more trauma with them having more reincarnations #cause why would they be able to control it..#they could have life before khux #or if they reincarnated and woke up with their memories which was hard to carry and ended that life cycle #so their next round was amnesia so they will get more used to life again #i love tragic player ideas 😔#staying alive vs reincarnation two types of time travel i guess #kingdom hearts missing link #kingdom hearts #player #kh luxu #kh player #khux #khml #kh #crack theory #kingdom hearts union x #luxu

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feral-ballad · 1 year ago

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They kiss me then... They kiss me and my heart seizes with grief. “Bury me, my love, and take a lock of my hair with you. Carry me through the centuries. I think I’d like to share, just a little, in what immortality is like.”

Cassandra Khaw, from The Salt Grows Heavy

#cassandra khaw #love #immortality #tenderness #grief #sadness #memory #excerpts #writings #literature #prose #fragments #selections #words #quotes #prose collection

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fashionablyfyrdraaca · 6 months ago

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Merrill with Spidercat's Honor; a staff made by Ashtar01 in memorial of the modder Spidercat/Callista

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itty-bitty-sunshine · 28 days ago

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Shoutout to their existential crisis, now with voice acting!

@supershadicx250 did such an amazing dub even to the tiniest things, yall should check it out <3

#YAY YAY YAY YAY if you excuse me im gonna be running in circles around the room with this video in my mouth for the next hour #im so so so so so happy rn #i love love love that even the memories of them got dubbed over #i think its the most awesome thing in the whole world #immortal au #comic dub #sharing this forever hope you don't mind

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thievinghippo · 10 days ago

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Rook's reaction whenever Emmrich looks in his direction

#hippo's dragon age tag #hippo's veilguard tag #emmrich volkarin #raul de riva #this is the stupidest thing #I've ever made #but I had no choice #when I saw this screenshot #I love it so much #otp: immortal memory

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sesamestreep · 4 months ago

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“requiem for methuselah” crazy ass episode for many reasons. Kirk is being fully insane, like I don’t actually think, even controlling for how quickly and easily and readily he seems to fall in love with anybody at the slightest encouragement, that he’d go that bonkers for that android woman he just met while everyone on the ship was this close to dying, but that’s neither here nor there, because in the background you’ve got an equally but much more subtly insane episode for Spock, who extremely uncharacteristically admits to experiencing an emotion (or nearly experiencing, whatever) and that emotion is ENVY of all things. And then spends the rest of the episode warning Kirk away from this new love interest (something that doesn’t usually happen, even when Kirk has very inadvisable love interests) and is, in the end, the person who accurately identifies that Rayna’s competing love for Kirk and Flint is ultimately what overwhelms and destroys her with the most killer line in maybe history???

And then to wrap it up we get an equally uncharacteristic sort of denouement scene (TOS loooves to cut an episode off right after the actual climax, leaving little time for falling action or character reflection, or to stick a sitcom-y button on the end where the gang all smiles and laughs at their misadventures and everything resets to zero, which is not a criticism, it’s just the style of that era of tv, honestly) where Kirk is literally miserable over Rayna’s death (again, kind of unusual for a lot of his love interests, he tends to be able to move on pretty quickly) and Spock goes to see him and he falls asleep right in front of Spock (also odd) and then when Bones comes in to give the final word on Flint, Spock waves him off from waking the Captain (tender) and Bones gives him that awful speech about how it’s sadder that Spock can’t even imagine the love Kirk felt for this random android woman than it is that Kirk lost her in the first place (debatable but also rude) and how his great tragedy is that he can’t love at all like they can and how all he wishes is that Kirk could forget about all of this and move on. AND THEN, to have Bones leave and Spock go over to Kirk and very gently, tenderly, reluctantly touch him and put his hand to his forehead and tell him to forget and HAVE THAT BE THE END OF THE EPISODE??? What am I supposed to do with that??

#‘the joys of love made her human. the agonies of love destroyed her’ hUH. What a cool line.#hope it doesn’t become some sort of…thesis statement for you or something SPOCK #listen my number one beef with the way they write bones is that they just make him completely mischaracterize everything to suit the plot #this man is not an idiot he KNOWS Spock has emotions and just suppresses them #you’re going to tell me he’s been on that ship with Spock for years and thinks he feels no love whatsoever for anyone???#like even after what happened in the empath and in that episode where McCoy thought he was dying #he knows Spock loves people!!! COME ON #does he really just mean romantic love?? that’s so boring WRITE HIM BETTER #also they’re banking a lot on people remembering what the Vulcan mind meld is for that last bit #like I know it comes up a lot but…this is 1968 or whatever. They don’t have this shit on dvd to rewatch #you’re counting on really dedicated fan memory here or on people catching reruns #because otherwise it just looks like Spock waiting to be alone to touch Kirk as tenderly as possible and pray he forgets this woman #truly what’s going on #anyway I kind of hated this episode #like quite frankly there was too much going on #are androids people? would Kirk fall in love that hard that quickly and choose it over the safety of his crew?#why wasnt the illness ravaging the crew a bigger deal??#they didn’t even get into WHY flint was immortal #he was just a regular human and apparently the ONLY one who was granted immortality by the earth’s atmosphere #leaving aside the very creepy and very early born sexy yesterday trope going on throughout #but it was a really good Spock episode if you just….dont look at anything else….#the writer for this one also did Day of the Dove and Mirror Mirror which explains a LOT #two other episodes that are interesting for the character dynamics but really chaotic plot wise #anyway imagine saying to Spock’s face that he has no idea what love can drive a man to do #one has to laugh #tos #star trek #as always…. I’m sorry that I’m Like This

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