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misc-obeyme · 8 months ago
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(Pouring some thoughts here)
I've always had this headcanon that Solomon had children, who he outlived, in the past.
Sometimes I would imagine that if he were to have children again (let's say with MC), he needs to prepare what he's getting into. The highs and lows of fatherhood for an immortal. Once again, he would experience the wonders of nurturing a vulnerable individual who seeks his love and protection while sorrow simultaneously consuming him as he ponders on the future where he would be the one who has to bury his child.
I've kind of thought of this, too.
I think with any children Solomon may have had back in his normal human life span days (like I dunno in his thirties or something), he might not know that he would end up burying them. It depends on when he becomes immortal. Like he might have had kids before he became immortal, you know?
But I think that by the time MC comes around, he's fully aware of what he's getting into. He's going to have to bury MC some day, too.
But wouldn't it also be joyful for him to watch someone he loves and the children he had with them live fulfilling regular human lives? Wouldn't he cherish watching them grow old, even if it means they're leaving him behind? They'll get to experience a phase of life that he never will. And if those children then have more children and so on and so forth? He can follow his own family throughout the generations. It's going to be lonely, but it'll also be full. And in the end, I think Solomon would realize that his life is better with them than without them. Even if it's brief. Even if he has to say goodbye when his children are old. Assuming they die of old age, those kids of his will be in their 80s and 90s when he finally buries them. And they'll probably hold his hand before they pass and tell him they had a beautiful life thanks to him. Inevitably bittersweet, but isn't the pain worth the joy, too?
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artkaninchenbau · 1 year ago
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Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)
It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.
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Bonus:
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chloesimaginationthings · 7 months ago
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FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues
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socvincjpeg · 7 months ago
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No bc if i fumbled ford as badly as bill did i'd be on the news
Edit for clarity: The text says ‘I Grow Maddened’!!
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furetzu · 13 days ago
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unsatisfied
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redinthesea · 10 months ago
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The completely unnecessary sequel to my previous Nitori & Mamizou post.
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keferon · 4 months ago
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What are your thoughts on a decepticon prowl?
Oh I'm all for it. But! Only if he's actually a Con. Like. Wholeheartedly.
Not "nnnooo we're doingg a bad thing and I kind of dont wanna do bad thing but I have no choice poor me".
You know how in canon he truly believes he's on the right side and makes everything to ensure that Optimus wins the war? You know how he's willing to make every tough decision so Optimus doesn't have to risk his reputation? You know how he literally makes Autobots look like shiny brave and clean heroes who did nothing wrong ever?
I want all that but the other way around. I want him to do that for Megatron and for the Decepticons. The implications would be so fucking dramatic I could write a whole essay.
Low rank Cons would hate him so fucking bad.
Starscream would try to murder him at least once a day.
Megatron would absolutely treasure him. Autobots would have it r o u g h
Can you imagine
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chefbeepo · 1 year ago
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And perceptor sees all this and goes:
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maybemaehill · 4 months ago
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Back by popular demand! A new round of memes for my favourite movie
Part 1!
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oscars-severed-arm · 4 months ago
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He's doing so fine ❤️
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stealingyourbones · 7 months ago
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Never will I stop with the steadfast notion that folks in the DPXDC fandom should interact with at least some form of canon DC media.
There are comics, tv shows, radio dramas both old and new, podcasts, movies, magazines, so much shit that intentionally avoiding the media is simply preventing yourself from spawning new ideas and gaining a new appreciation for a fandom that you’re already in.
The Superman Radio Show has episodes 11 minutes long. A lot of the TV shows don’t have episodes that surpass 30 minutes and most are nearly fully clipped on the official DC YouTube channel. The amount of fan made motion comics is astounding. The amount of fanmade animations is equally as incredible.
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s-4pphics · 3 months ago
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teenage!ellie not knowing how to accept that she has a crush on girl so she comes off as stoic and rude but she’s actually nervous and giddy because the girl she likes is so vibrant and loud with her affections towards her….
ellie’s crush doesn’t think she’s rude at all; she just needs some gentle guidance and she’ll nuzzle up like a kitty
baby ellie turning to mush whenever crush comes around but she’s not comfortable expressing it yet because what will people think? they’re already off put by her and now she’s gay?
she tries to protect her crush’s reputation by ignoring her; the other kids like her and think she’s funny. she shouldn’t have to sacrifice her status for ellie
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bbuzz28 · 1 month ago
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Memories
Old man Fiddlestan, my beloved-and what's this? It could be semi-canon compliant :O ?!?! Woof- this is one of the saddest things I have ever written. I know some of you gremlins (affectionate) love that sort of thing, but I don't. I like really really don't. This is my comfort ship, so I don't even know where this came from other than trying to figure out how they *could* work in canon. Truthfully though, I prefer my Fiddlestan heavy on the comfort when it comes to the "hurt/comfort" genre. This is my only “angsty” (i.e. no immediate happy ending) Notes-app fics, so don't get used to this level of sad from me lol.
“Stan?” an oddly familiar voice called. Mr. Mystery, Stan Pines, glanced up from the flyers he was organizing and found that Old Man McGucket stood in the doorway of his front door. The last tour of the day had just left, it was dinnertime, and he was exhausted. Stan rolled his eyes as he unfurled his tie, wishing Soos was still there to escort the crazy old man off his property. No matter what he did, the old hillbilly always managed to find his way back to the Shack. “Sweet Moses McSuckit, what are you doing in here? Shoo, scat, or whateva will get rid of ya.” Hearing no movement, he looked at the man again and found he was standing erect. His blue eyes were the clearest he had seen them in no less than a decade.
          Wait, what did he call- oh. Oh no.
“Stan…ley? Did I…did I do somethin’ wrong?” the other man asked, his hands twisted in knots in front of him. Memories flashed through Stan’s mind; Ford falling through the portal, Fiddleford finding him passed out in the lab, working together to bring Ford home again…being together. Being happy. They had been happy, if just for a little while, hadn’t they?
Then there was the cult, and his discovery of the damn memory gun that had finally ruined everything they ever built. He took a hesitant step forward, a thousand thoughts roaring in his mind at once. “Fidds? Wha-what do you remember?” A bandaged hand snaked up and rubbed over the faded scar on the side of his head “I…don’t rightly know. Did we…I think we had a fight? I just woke up in the…in the dump. N’ I don’t have any shoes. Do ya know why my arm is in a cast?” Fiddleford looked so lost.
Stan knew in his heart that all of this was fleeting- “clarity” would hit Fiddleford every few years after he had finally wiped his mind of himself. Almost like his brain was trying to jumpstart itself back together. The first time they thought it was a miracle but…it didn’t last. It just started a trend that would follow them both for the next almost thirty years. Fiddleford would seemingly “wake up” and be lucid for a few weeks in the beginning, then eventually only a matter of days. It had been so long since the last time that Stan would wager, they only had maybe a few hours together if he was lucky.
The last time Fiddleford was himself…they had fought. Stanley thought he had figured the only way Fiddleford could stay; he needed to remember. Remember everything he had ever forgotten. At the time, Fiddleford had been unwilling to try. He didn’t think he could handle it; he knew he had forgotten what he had for a reason.
Stanley had gotten as close to begging as he ever had in his life since surviving Tijuanna, and when it had no effect…Stanley had told Fiddleford to leave and never come back. He had left that night, and by the next day he had faded away again. After a while, Stan thought his last words had been the final nail in the coffin that was Fiddleford’s mind. He carried that weight along with every other mistake he had ever made. But here he was. Fiddleford. His Fiddleford.
He took a deep breath before he opened his arms up. “Hey, don’t worry, it doesn’t matter. I’m right here.” Fiddleford rushed through the doorway, melting into Stanley’s open arms. “I went away again, didn’t I?” Stan could feel Fiddleford’s tears soaking into his chest, his own whispering at the edges of his eyes. Yes, and you will leave again. You will leave me and I will be alone all over again, you fucking asshole. “Hey cowboy, didn’t I just say not t’ worry about any a’ that? You’re here now, n' that’s what matters. You’re…you’re home.” A haggard laugh vibrated through the smaller man’s chest into Stanley’s own. “I know I keep tellin’ ya, tellin’ me not t’ worry is like” “…tellin’ a fish t’ stop swimmin’; I know Fidds, I know.” Fuck was really the only conscious thought that went through his head as he held his one-time lover. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, again.
Fiddleford looked up, eyes wide and searching Stan’s face. “How long do ya think we have?” Stan shook his head, unwilling to lie even if it eventually wouldn’t matter because he wouldn’t remember. You’ve always been the only person I couldn’t lie to. “I dunno, it’s been…a while. Probably not very long.” Fiddleford closed his eyes before he said “I need ya t’ know somethin’, Stanley.” Stan started to shake his head. “Fidds, you don’t have t-” The look on the other man’s face shut Stan right up-he had always had that ability. Stan wished he didn’t miss it as much as he did. “I need ya to know that even when I’m not here…I miss you. The part of me that’s somewhere in here-” A weathered hand tapped the side of his head to emphasize his point “ misses you. I’m just so sorry, Stanley. Sorry that I’m a coward. I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough to be here all the time…but I’ll never stop tryin’. I’ll always try n’ come home to ya.”
Stan thought of the thousands of times he had chased Old Man McGucket, the neat little character that Stan had to compartmentalize his Fiddleford into when he wasn’t himself, out of the Shack. How many times he had found him curled up like a cat on the back porch. How every time they “met”, McGucket would say how nice Stan was or how good he felt to be around him “for some reason.” How many odds and ends McGucket would gift Stan from the dump for exhibits at the Mystery Shack with a large smile and nothing substantial behind his eyes.
It would be so much easier if he would stop trying to come back. Maybe the hole in Stan’s heart the size of the sweet, certifiably insane man would scab over. How many times had Stanley mourned him? How many times was he willing to hurt himself? They were now nearing their sixties, how long was he really willing to do this song and dance?
What’s one more time? he softly thought, his hand coming up to tenderly cup the grizzled face of Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Mad scientist, friend, and unfortunately for them both…the love of his life.
“I miss you too, Fidds.”
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tragicvampireromanceisland · 2 months ago
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had a rarepair moment and then all of these doodles suddenly appeared. 💙🧡 i just think they are SO underrated.....sadxiety nation where ya at [me talking to myself in the mirror]
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lazylittledragon · 25 days ago
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gang i am cooking the AU of all time in my brain right now but devastatingly i have work tomorrow
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snarky-magpie · 4 months ago
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Possibly an unpopular take, but is it really necessary to recommend the same super popular fics over and over? They're already popular. Anyone can find them. They're the first thing that pop up when you filter by kudos. Looking at the never-changing suggestions, it feels as though if 98% fics in this fandom ceased to exist, nothing would change, which seems like a terrible shame. There are so many amazing works that deserve to be read and discussed! Not just the big 6.
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