#shattered law

[mothgodofchaos]

Frame

I was inspired to write a good ending version to my fic Burn, and I think I've done it.

Actor x GN!Reader, ft. Dark & Wilford, TW: none Words: 730

A century of loneliness can stir something inside your gut when left alone for long enough. Loneliness, regret, rage, a burning desire to change your situation. But you can’t change the past. The deals have been made and the stage was set, starring in the directorial debut of the devil. It wasn’t fair. It still isn’t. 

Mark paces on the floor of the manor, trapped inside with the only breath of fresh air being the puppeteering of the entity within the walls. It speaks into his ears, feeding him lies, mourning, rage, trying to refuel that fire that was burning when he fell into their lap, a perfect puppet for it to enact its misery. But now he’s just a lump of coal, a shell of what he once was, the walls that he now wanders aimlessly a painful reminder of.

He perks up at a knock at the door, waiting to hear the voice of a solicitor, girl scout, or census taker. Waiting for the voice, so he can justify staying hidden in the dark like the monster he’s become should. 

“Mark–?”

Tears came to his eyes as he heard your voice, nearly sprinting to the door to open it, praying that it wasn’t another trick. He tears the door open, looking at you in disbelief. He studies your face, the cracks running deep. A hesitant hand is extended to hold your cheek, but pulls back right before his hand crosses the threshold of the doorway. “Darling…”

You smile up at him, tears in your own eyes as you let out a breath of a laugh. “You’re alive…”

“Yes, I am. I’m here. Come out, Mark. Please. For me.”

“Darling- I– I can’t.”

The fear returns to his eyes as he goes to close the door. But he meets yours again, and keeps his hand on the edge of the door, just looking at you with all of the emotions that have festered over all these years. You know he wants to.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. For everything. I’m doing what I should’ve done that night, staying alone in these walls where I can’t hurt anyone. What I’ve done, it’s unforgivable. I don’t deserve to come out–”

You cut him off, which surprises him.

“Did you think I came alone? How do you think I got out, Mark?” Wilford and Dark step around the corner, standing on either side of you, a hand on each of your shoulders. “We know, Mark. We know it wasn’t your fault.” “Damien-” Mark’s hand almost reaches the doorway again, before retreating back. He’s nearly cowering behind the door at this point. You know his acting skills, but this is far from acting.

“I killed you all that night, you deserve to be angry! To want revenge! I’m a horrible monster who hurt his only friends and love of his life!”

“Oh nonsense, we had- oh dear how long has it been-”

“-a hundred years, Wil-” “-a hundred years to deal with all of those, old sport! We’re here to help you.” The whispers start again, but you can hear them too. The heart of the house nearly beats with the waves of darkness that disappear onto the stoop. Dark makes a face, dismissing the dark smoke that tries to latch onto his foot with a wave of his hand. You all look back up and see Mark surrounded in the smoke, silently afraid. “Mark, beloved, take my hand. We will get you out.” You reach out your hand to him, hanging just within reach.

“No- I can’t- it won’t work-”

“Listen to me, not the house. Take my hand, Mark.”

He hesitates once more before latching onto your hand, and you tug him through the threshold, a film of smoke shattering like glass as he breaks through it. He looks around for a moment, then back at the house. He laughs, almost hysterically, before scooping you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest.

“You came back for me. I’m so sorry, I love you…”

Dark and Wilford surround the two of you, happy to have their friend back. They guide you back to Dark’s car, leaving the dreadful house behind as Mark speaks with an energy he hasn’t known for a century. The backseat as he holds you close is filled with a love he thought he’d never know again.

[minniiaa]

NOT LIKE THIS PLS MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THE DESPAIR 😭

[foolsocracy]

oh death of a prince

[brandwhorestarscream]

LISTEN TO ME LISTEN OK!! I'm not done talking about this!

Shattered glass Skyfire journeying to the center of the Allspark dimension to steal Starscream's spark back

Regrets weigh heavily on his shoulders and Starscream's death was the final straw. He's through sitting back passively and letting their overlords do whatever they want--they killed his Starscream, his seeker, his buddy, his everything, and now they're going to pay with their lives

He takes Starscream's body, delicately cradling him and promising, looking down at his broken, cracked face and gaping hole in his chassis where his spark used to be, "I'll bring you back... whatever it takes, I'll save you!"

Starscream didn't deserve to die

Starscream didn't deserve to suffer

He didn't deserve Skyfire's betrayal, he didn't deserve to see each and every dream shattered onto nothingness, he didn't deserve any of the pitslag the universe had put him through. Skyfire intends to right these wrongs, by any means necessary.

First, he scratches out his autobot badge and carries Starscream's corpse away, taking him somewhere secluded and untraceable. He begins work slowly, putting him back together piece by piece: a shot straight through the soul was obviously fatal, but it also severely damaged his body. Layers of plating and wires melted through and obliterated, countless energon lines severed, internal components completely wiped from existence. He has to replace each and every piece, perfectly, or this won't work. He uses everything he can, parts manufactured and sculpted by his own hands, and taken from the bodies of dead mecha alike

It takes him months to repair his precious seeker, and once he's fixed up, Skyfire makes him a grand pedestal to lay upon to await his revival. A raised dias painted the purest white and adored with golden glyphs, depicting the second coming of the Prince of Stars and a thousand iterations of Starscream's name. Obsessed and sickened by the loss, Skyfire dares kiss his forehelm and his cheeks but can never bring himself to take Starscream's lips: if he's to savor the delicate kiss of the most important person in his life, he shall only do it when light returns to his optics. Tch, isn't that ironic, he thinks bitterly. Only realizing the true depth of his affections for Starscream when he was dead and gone. They had been close, once, when they were so young... he'd been too naive or perhaps too afraid to confront his truest feelings. Perhaps, if he wasn't such a coward, things would be different...

The realization has only made him more determined to see this through

Once Starscream's body is complete Skyfire goes after the wicked Lord Prime. Optimus's name is like a frightening curse, bleeding life from every land he touches and siphoning the sparks of everyone around him. Skyfire is not afraid, and he doesn't care if the other mech lives or dies. No, when he storms the Primal Palace, it is with the intent to steal. It's a brutal altercation, but through sheer size and murderous fury Skyfire rips the Matrix from the Prime's chest, carrying it to the desecrated Temple of Prima where the entrance to the Allspark Vault awaits. A living mech attempting to jump into the afterlife has never come to pass before, but Skyfire isn't worried about dying. If death comes for him, let it be known that he willingly embraced it. In death he could reunite with Starscream, so it is not something to be feared. If he succeeds, though... he'll once again be able to hold the love of his life in his arms, and that makes every risk worth it

[psy-ay-ay]

not Law experiencing the straw hat pirates dynamics

[emmal1nesommers]

my favourite <3 @nazeeraibrah1m

Don’t tell Haider we’re hanging out, he’ll get moody

[agtavio]

some ss of drawings i did while listening 2 an assignment BASED OFF THAT ONE FIGUREEEE

[shattered-lazuli]

Welp, this will now probably be my new main social. Twitter is getting banned and using a vpn could get me huge ass fine, so it's officially over for me there

I feel kinda sad, cuz it took me three years to grow on there as much as I did, and I've met some awesome people (tho at least I get to keep contact with some people whom I'm closer with).

It's bittersweet, but I guess I'm free from the hellsite

[revvywevvy]

happy birthday to me, the thing

[17timesananus]

What do you mean the Guinness World Record company is a meaningless marketing tool and a greedy for-profit organization and not a ragtag group of passionate record keepers documenting the records made by the common man with a weird hobby or skill??

[mothgodofchaos]

What if the District Attorney was Mark's little sister and she only came to the party because Damien (who is in love with her) told her about it. The shock of seeing her brother dead and finding out what happened as the innocent bystander of it all would be too much for her. Especially, the betrayal she got from Damien himself. Mark would not only treat Damien as the villain because he can, but also for what he did. Telling him "Acting like you're the only one without blood on your hands!" would soon be followed with "You left her to die Damien. Cold and Alone."

Buddy, I'm not sure you need me to write this fic. I'm looking at it right now. /j

I do love this idea, and I will always take people wanting characters to be more complex than just good/evil. If people want this to be a fic, I don't know, let me know in notes or my inbox, I guess.

[fandomfairyuniverse]

I think about this a lot but I really love how charn and tanthai each have a person who loves them and sees the good in them despite having so many reasons not to

Like neither of them are objectively good people and they have been very committed to that perception of them and then you have thee and tinn who are just like “yeah well I believe in you anyway” and I am soooo obsessed with it

[peachdoxie]

This is one of those moments where I imagine Brandon laughing to himself while writing it, because that's almost exactly what happened to Kaladin in the Way of Kings. I can't believe this was not deliberate.

[donnatroyyyy]

The annoyance and anger I feel when Garth’s relationship to Arthur or Ollie’s relationship to Roy is described as anything BUT a father and son relationship is the kind of anger and annoyance that makes me want to claw my eyes out.

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

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[damagedintellect]

IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES I NEED THE NEXT CHAPTER FOR FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT PLEASEEE

💌 I've been wanting to talk about FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT but it always feels like the wrong time so I will dump my thoughts here! 💌

I'm glad people still have a passionate interest towards it because that fic is my baby and Law lives in my head rent free!

A month after I posted chapter 13, I was in the hospital for a while. Naturally I didn't have access to a computer but I had my mom bring me a composition book so that if I felt inspired I could still write and technically I have some of chapter 14 written...

But uhh the real sad part is when I finally was discharged I started typing it out on my computer and I remember editing it as I was typing and I was happy with the results which almost never happens, I even made a few changes which I thought were genius....HOWEVER NOW I CAN'T FIND WHERE I TYPED THAT SHIT?!

LIKE I CAN'T FIND THE DOC I TYPED IT OUT IN??!!

AT THIS POINT IT FEEL LIKE A FUCKEN FEVER DREAM BECAUSE I CAN'T FIND IT!?

*For those of you who don't read on AO3*, in the authors notes I talk about how, I plan on rewriting this as my first publishable book because it's pretty far removed from one piece & I've based most of the interactions off of my personal life situations. Which means I have multiple stages of each chapter as documents floating around and while they are all labeled I CAN'T FIND THE ONE WITH CHAPTER 14

I keep thinking that I must have wrote it down on a different email and well I have like 7 emails it could have "accidentally" been written under TT^TT and I've checked those too and nothing! Sure I could just rewrite it, I have the base chapter in a composition book but the lovely additions and changes will not be there.

At this point I should just bite the bullet but it looms over me heavily especially since it's such a long standing work of mine. I don't often think about how proud I am of anything but I am proud of "Fake it till you make it"