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tenebraevesper · 1 year ago

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Sonic Prime (My Interpretation of The Ending)

So, I have seen a people scratching their heads over the ending of Sonic Prime. The general consensus seems to be that the ending is either confusing or unsatisfying, leaving people with more questions than answers. However, don't take my word for granted, this is just what I heard through the grapevine.

This is why I decided to thrown in my own thoughts out in the open. Once again, I do not speak for the community, these are just my personal thoughts and my own interpretation of the ending.

We clear? We clear.

What happened?

During the finale of Sonic Prime, after Nine repaired the Paradox Prism and the Shatterverses, and after Sonic and Shadow got back to Green Hill, we return back to the time just before Sonic shattered the Paradox Prism. Sonic is clearly fine and happy to see his friends again (and also happy to see Eggman). As the fight resumes, Shadow appears, Chaos Controlling the Paradox Prism away so it couldn't be used by Eggman. Eggman curses the day and leaves, while Sonic and his friends go to have a relaxing day on the beach. When they hear another explosion in the distance, all of them go back into action to fight whatever this threat is.

Do Sonic and Shadow remember the events of the Shatterverse?

I can say, with absolute certainty, that yes, Sonic remembers what happened after he had shattered the Paradox Prism. It is implied multiple times that he remembers that event, both in his dialogue and general behavior.

As for Shadow, it is not as clear cut as Sonic, but I do believe he also remembers the events of the Shatterverse. Note, unlike Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Rouge, Big & Froggy, and Eggman, Shadow escaped the shattering of the Paradox Prism, making him an paradox in the same sense as Sonic even if he didn't have the Prism Energy (something that was pointed out in the final episode).

So, yeah, the most likely answer is that Sonic and Shadow remember the Shatterverse.

What happened to the Paradox Prism?

In the finale, Shadow Chaos Controlled the Paradox Prism to someplace unknown. It is never answered what he had done with it, but given Shadow's character in general, we can conclude that he placed it somewhere safe; a place where no one will be able to find it.

Also, going by Sonic and Shadow's silent interaction in the cave, it appears that Sonic was aware of Shadow's plan and approved of it. Both knew what the Paradox Prism could do if it fell into the wrong hands or was broken apart and neither of them wanted to repeat what happened.

It is up to the viewers to speculate where Shadow had hidden it.

What happened to the Shatterverse?

Now, this is a question I cannot answer, but I can speculate about. There are two outcomes for the Shatterverse situation and I think it depends on the viewer's interpretation and wishes.

The first outcome is that the Shatterverse still exists in some way, and New Yoke City, Boscage Maze, No Place and The Grim now co-exist with Green Hill within The Void, meaning Nine and the other Shatterverse Variants are free to live their life in their own Shatterspaces. Whether travel between the Shatterspaces is possible is unknown, as we know that Shadow couldn't go into the Gates, while Sonic could due to the Prism Energy. Whether the Shatterspace Variants could do the same without the Prism Energy or opening a portal, I don't really know (if someone has information on this, I'd be happy to change my statement).

The second outcome is the more... bittersweet one. In this outcome, the Shatterspace has ceased to exist and all of the Shatterspace Variants have vanished, or perhaps unified with their original counterparts. Evidence for this is that Sonic and Shadow were sent to just before the Paradox Prism was shattered (with Shadow having the Chaos Emerald that was previously lost to The Void), meaning that if Sonic doesn't shatter it, the Shatterverse wouldn't come into existence. It is a bit complicated to explain, especially with no clear evidence, and the only thing I have is going by my own logic.

If you want to understand where I'm coming from, please watch Reploid Revo's Time Skimmer EXTRA - MegaMan World video, where he explains the complications of a paradox cycle.

I believe that the fate of the Shatterverse has been left vague on purpose, as people would certainly be upset to hear that the likes of Nine, Dread, Rusty Rose and so on have been erased from existence. However, I also offer another solution based on the video above, combining it with the first outcome.

Sonic and Shadow obviously changed the timeline by not letting the Paradox Prism get shattered, meaning that, by this logic, the Shatterverse in this timeline should not exist. However, there is still a possibility that the Shatterverse exists in a different timeline, one that cannot be accessed anymore (or maybe it can, this is the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise we're talking about after all). In short, the Shatterverse itself would be a paradox, because it keeps existing even though by all logic, it shouldn't exist.

It is also very possible that Sonic Prime's situation is similar to that of Sonic the Hedgehog (2006), where the whole timeline with Mephiles and Iblis had been erased. However, as said above, this is all up to fan interpretation.

What was the explosion at the end?

At the very end, we see a blue energy pulse spreading through Green Hill, with an ominous shadow covering Sonic and his friends. Sonic is clearly exasperated while his friends are surprised/shocked, and they get back into action.

We do not know what this explosion was (it did have similarities to the explosion at the very beginning, when Eggman lured Sonic into finding a way to the Paradox Prism) and we have no indication to what the ominous shadow was.

It literally could be anything, but my interpretation is that it was Eggman being up to something once again.

Where is the 24th Episode? Will there be a sequel?

As you had probably noticed, we got 23 episodes instead of the promised 24. I don't know whether there will be a 24th episode, and while I sincerely hope for one, I doubt it. My friend suggested that 24 episodes were listed because the 1st episode was 40 minutes long, meaning the 1st episode could be counted as two. I can understand the logic behind it, but why don't they tell us that we'd get 22 Episodes + a 40 minute introduction episode? Maybe something changed during production and they decided to just not address it? I don't know.

As for the sequel, according to the grapevine, I don't believe that there will be a sequel. Sonic Prime seems to be a one and done story, with a cliffhanger hinting at a possibility of a sequel if they ever decide to pick it up again. Not to mention, this is a Netflix show. I think we should be happy that at least the full story has been told instead of getting cancelled.

Why didn't Sonic and Shadow interact more at the end?

I have seen people asking for at least a conclusion to Sonic and Shadow's relationship during the show, and yeah, I'll be honest, I'm also one of those people. Like, seriously, couldn't they even add a conversation between the two once Green Hill was restored? Maybe have them acknowledging what happened in the Shatterverse and looking back on their adventure?

*sigh* Hey, fellow writers, could you recommend me a fic with that kind of premise? Thanks in advance!

Is Sonadow now canon?

Despite what certain images lead you to believe...

Just kiss already!

...Sonadow is not canon and will never be. SEGA's official stance is that no romance will be happening besides Amy's crush on Sonic and Vector's crush on Vanilla (officially, Tangle and Whisper are VERY close ''friends''; but fans know better), which I don't mind. Having an official couple might lead to brutal shipping wars of the magnitude that were present during Archie!Sonic (if you don't know, ask at your own risk), and frankly, I don't think anyone wants to be part of that.

Instead, it is best to leave things to fan interpretation (with Sonadow Prime providing us with a LOT of content for that) or maybe ask Ian Flynn for his interpretation of how certain ships would work on the Bumblekast Podcast. After all, he did a whole episode on Sonadow.

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As for Prime!Sonic and Prime!Shadow, I'm certain that they appreciate each other more and have a deeper respect for each other. That, and Shadow definitely freaked out when Sonic wasn't anymore in his arms after they landed in Green Hill before realizing what was going on.

Sonadow Prime AMV (Enjoy!)

Do you plan on writing a story based on Sonic Prime's ending?

Yes, I do, but it won't be a rewrite of the ending as some other people did. Instead, I'm planning on writing a sort of epilogue, mainly based on Sonic and Shadow's thoughts, feelings and relationship after the whole Shatterverse adventure. I don't know when it will be published, since I'm currently working on the new Sonic Cyber Revolution chapter (which also features Sonadow moments), so there's that.

#Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer (Masterlist)

#Ten's Thoughts #sonic prime #sonadow prime #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #miles tails prower #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #dr eggman #sonadow

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daxhalfawake · 8 months ago

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That feeling when you read an old thing you wrote and wouldn't change a damn thing about it 🥹 doesn't happen often but I'm NGL, I'm so proud of this.

Link if anyone would like to throw some kudos my way, but I'm going to put the fic below anyway.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41365350

The Lost

“Morpheus…?” Several voices called out the name from a single body, though not all at once. They overlapped, some having a cadence which lingered long after the others’ echoes had died out. The body to which they belonged was still assembling itself upon the spot where it originated – as though it could not quite find its way through the endless void. Their edges shifted slightly to the left as the silence became so deafening that it pressed in upon the ears which had not yet manifested. “Oneiros!” They tried again; this time the sound had sharp edges, both hissed and shouted. Each iteration stopped short, though the echoes continued seemingly ad infinitum.

Dream of the Endless materialized, silencing all. He looked on at the being struggling to keep themself together. A brow arched slowly in curiosity, though not confusion. Lips pursed, he did not speak. He did not feel he had reason to, yet.

“What is this?” The voices hissed and crooned. Apprehension crept into their words.

“This,” Morpheus stated slowly, “Is that for which you asked.”

“It's so dark,” the voices wailed in unison. “So… cold.”

“What did you expect from an absence of dreams?”

The entity considered the King’s question carefully. They hardly felt human, let alone alive. They certainly had not anticipated such feelings to follow them out of the waking world. Finally, a single voice uttered a frightened whisper, “I expected peace, if only for an hour.” Their form still had not fully stabilized, but it was less a sandstorm and more a shadowy, humanoid figure. Emerald glinted out of the space where one might assume their eyes would be. "This is worse than the most gruesome night terrors."

Morpheus fell silent once more. A gasp and a sob ripped through the otherwise barren air. The being collapsed, seemingly suspended within the void. Dream crouched over the being before him as it settled into the form he knew to belong to the subconscious’ current mortal body, if slightly desaturated. “You are so fractured,” he murmured as he very slowly pushed the hair from their face.

These dreamers, he referred to as Lost. They were the ones so plagued with nightmares that they pleaded (with him, albeit usually unbeknownst to them) to be freed from the Dreaming altogether. Of course, this was something that Dream of the Endless himself could not fully grant – for humans could not survive without it. Instead, he could relieve them of the Dreaming by casting them into the void at its outskirts. Very few of the Lost actually experienced the void. Typically, their waking minds would assume that they simply did not remember the Dreaming. Lost like the one lying before him, however, he pitied. They knew that all that awaited them in his realm was taciturn darkness. They could not look forward to sleep any more than they had while they were plagued by his nightmares. His art was wasted on them.

With a heavy sigh and a sweeping gesture, the Endless dotted the void with faraway stars and swirls of dust. His heart had softened towards the Lost as he discovered them – and the circumstances which created them. He hoped that maybe they would find their way back into the Dreaming when the time came; in the meantime, he could at least brighten the void for them.

#the sandman #the sandman tv #sandman #fanfiction #the lost #dreaming #dreamers #Dream of the Endless #Morpheus #author #writer #creative writing #fiction #flash fiction #one shot #neil gaiman

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watcher-servant · 11 months ago

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A new resolved forge.

It had been several weeks since the return from the Ever After, team RWBY and Jaune were given question upon question on what happened to them. Along with the revelations of what had happened after the portals had closed. There were some tears, long hugs and even contacting family once the initial shock of their return happened. Though Jaune noticed a slight shift with the group; in his time away he noticed that Nora and Ren had more or less accepted Emerald as just a member of the team, and along with Oscar had functioned as a true team, something that was hard fill for a long while. Now that he had returned and explained what happened to him, not only Nora or Ren but also team RWBY wouldn't leave him alone for more than a moment.

Jaune understood the reason for it all, his partly white hair being the prominent reminder of his experience. At the same time, he felt disconnected from them, he was no longer the same age, and while it was good that they check up on him. It was an entirely different reason to call or message him every 5 minutes, and it only reminded him of his childhood. The constant worrying for his safety, when he's taking it slow to reacclimate to Remnant, and even more so when it came to the issue of his weapon.

He had to make a choice with crocea mors, it was a constant reminder of everything, his family, his honor, his legacy, and when he took Penny's life. Even in its broken state, it proved to be a formidable weapon, but now that he's back and finally having the chance to reflect with nothing much to worry about. It was time he crafted a weapon of his own, it had been on his thoughts ever since Atlas, and even more so now he had to find his identity again. Stripped of everything he was in the Ever After and given the role of the rusted knight, Jaune didn't know who he really was.

Jaune knew what he was before, a son, a brother, a leader, and a friend, but at the same time he was a fake for a while, he was reckless and he had blood on his hand...one that shouldn't have been killed but made a request of him. For a long time, he had focused on the failures he had, with Pyrrha and the lingering emptiness she left behind. She was the first person to ever believe him but didn't trust him enough to fight by her side. With Cinder, the immense feeling of rage and grief pushed him to find her, get answers, and maybe get vengeance for not only Pyrrha but for other innocents who were lost due to her plans. Now he was lost, he needed a change a new identity to be crafted that he could call his own.

In his thoughts and remembering his strengths, there was one aspect that he had ignored during his time in the Ever After. His aura, the light of his soul that was a constant companion to him, and his semblance helped make sure that he or others would be seriously injured if he reached them in time. Remembering the meditation practice Ren once showed him, that felt so long ago now Jaune would sit in the assigned room he reserved for training and started to concentrate on his aura. It would start slowly feeling his aura cloaking his body; from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet a constant shine of pale aura would emit. Once his entire body shined with aura, Jaune turned his thoughts inward as he lost touch with his senses.

First his hearing, then touch, then sight, taste, and finally smell as unconsciousness took him. Slowly opening his eyes Jaune sees nothing but black, an empty void that had stretched as far as he could see. Getting up he starts to walk in a random direction as he realizes something is wrong. Looking down he sees water coming up to his ankles along with a anvil that slowly came up from the water-bearing a hammer on top.

Taking the hammer in hand a bright light would overtake his vision for a moment, and as his vision came back a large flame stood before him. It was bright and warm, like the sun had suddenly appeared bringing light to his world. Reaching his hand out the flame would react as small whisps would coalesce, forming a ball in his palm. Just trying to look into the small ball was blinding in a sense, too bright for normal eyes, maybe even more so for faunus if he ever attempted this. Looking back at the hammer, and then to the anvil, an unexpected idea would come as he placed the ball on the flat surface. Raising the hammer up, Jaune would strike at the ball as hard as he could as sparks bounced from it. Looking back at the ball, it didn't bear any indents as he could tell, but he felt it was the right direction.

Raising the hammer again, he strikes the ball letting more sparks fly, and he would continue a few more times as no noticeable change had appeared. Raising the hammer one more time, Jaune thought back on what he was trying to make and what he needed. He needed a sword, a weapon he was familiar with in his journey and to some he called friends. Then his thoughts wandered to others wielding a sword, to Weiss with Myrtenaster, to Blake with Gambol Shroud, to Qrow with Harbinger, even to Cinder and her twisted and nameless Maiden blades, and then finally to Penny and the numerous Maiden blades she made with her power, to imitate those that had been made for her as an android. Striking the ball again, it would finally start to flatten yielding to the possibility of what it could become.

Jaune would strike the ball again, and again as the ball finally started taking shape resembling that of a tapered line of energy. With a bit of uneasiness, Jaune grabbed, what he was assuming was the handle as the 'blade' pulsed feeling his touch. Lifting the 'weapon' it felt right in his hand, it felt like him, that he was finally coming to an understanding to a part of himself he had ignored for a while.

A sense of fatigue would wash over Jaune as the 'void' he had put himself in started to fade. The anvil disappeared, the giant flame was snuffed out and finally, the only thing that remained was his 'sword' in his hand as it seemed to return to a ball shape and drop into his hand. Waking up with a gasp, Jaune looked around as a timer was blasting through his replaced scroll showing that his reservation time was up. Getting up from the ground, his scroll would ping him again, this time notifying his aura levels. Taking a look at the gauge, it had 25% left on the meter leaving him in shock. Looking at his right hand, Jaune would focus on his semblance allowing a sense of relief to wash over him as the flickering light turned into a constant glow.

Taking a risk with what he did in his dream, Jaune focuses his aura on his hand as a ball that fits into his palm is formed. Squeezing the ball, the aura would narrow, covering his hand up to his forearm as a blade forms reaching the length of a broadsword. A look of shock would come across his face as the end result couldn't be denied. He made a weapon... his weapon, one made by him. A door opening would catch his attention, making him turn to see a slightly surprised Winter Schnee giving him a questioning look. "Wanna explain that?" she asked him as she covered her eyes from the bright blade.

#rwby #jaune arc #my writing #possibilities #winter schnee #post volume 9

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admirelight · 9 months ago

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She watched as Anderson bled out on the floor. She watched as her own blood escaped in waves. Her eyes hung heavy with an exhaustion that only death could relieve.

She limped over to the dying man despite the pain each step caused. She didn't want to be alone. She didn't want him to be alone, so she pushed forward and finally dropped next to him.

"Commander," his voice cut through the silence as they stared at the raging battle just outside the giant window.

"We did it." The tangy taste of blood dripped down her throat. She noticed her voice was barely a whisper.

"Yes. Yes, we did." He agreed, his voice wavered. "Quite the view."

Shepard felt a smile tug on her cut-up face, "Best seats in the house," a statement she meant. The Earth looked beautiful in the backdrop of the dark void and death. Bright greens and deep blues swirled about the planet.

"God...It feels like I haven't sat down for years," Anderson coughs, pulling a wince from Shepard. She felt the end nearing for the both of them, the feeling setting deep in her stomach.

"I think you earned a rest." Shepard nodded in agreement with the war-torn man. Her mind wondered to memories of Thane, his cool skin, full lips, and his final breaths. She prayed to his gods that he didn't feel the same when he passed and that they would let her join him.

"Ever wonder how things would be different, how our lives would be different if this... haven't happened?" He mused to the dying woman. Her smile faded.

"Sure." She answered, her thoughts came to Kaidan, maybe they would have been happily married. It dawned on her that she wouldn't have met Thane. The idea was pushed away. Perhaps her and the drell were meant to meet and would have. Shepard was more content in this thought. It eased her aching, mangled body. She pictured the farm in New Mexico that they spoke about getting after the Reaper war when she visited the hospital. She willed her mind to place herself in the dry summer heat of that farm. Watching Thane's beautiful emerald scales shine in the sun. Imagining his deep black eyes steady with ease as he enjoy the arid scenes of scorpions hunting and birds claiming their place in a clear blue sky.

"I never had a family, Shepard. Never had children." Anderson's comment made her pause in her dreaming. The stale cold air of the lifeless room crept in place of her imagination. In Shepard's final moments, she forgot about her own family. The one lost years ago to slavers, to the darkness that the galaxy doled out to those unlucky enough. She glanced over at Anderson. When she thought of the word "Dad", he stood where her real father should have. She couldn't even remember what that man looked like. All she saw was Anderson.

"There will be time enough for that now," She pushed herself to say. Another sibling would be nice, one that could grow up being best friends with Wrex's kids. His weak laugh brought her back to the wet, hard ground they both were sitting on. Their blood stained the white tiles, pooling like water under them.

"I..." he struggled to get his thoughts out." I think that ship has sailed," he paused. " What about you? Ever think of settling down?"

The question hit her like a ton of bricks, made her heart and body ache more than the physical pain did.

"Can drell and humans have children together?" Her question slipped out.

Anderson slides his hand over hers, his grip weak. "You have a habit of making the impossible work." She looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah. I like that sound of that." She relented. The conviction in his voice made her mind hopeful enough to conjure what their drell/human children would look like on their farm. Beautiful green scales, on a human face with hopeful green eyes staring up at her. Would they have hair? She chuckled to herself. Maybe they would have her pale human skin and his endless black eyes.

She thought of Kolyat, they would look like him she decided. He would be an older brother to these siblings, more motivation to stay on the right path, she assured herself.

Shepard let the dream continue, guiding her to new ideas. She thought of her team, her new family, and how they would have their own children. Jane would throw parties where they all watch the toddlers and young kids of different species run around, playing, and laughing in the earthly sun.

Kasumi and James would rope the kids into troublesome pranks, and Mordin would entertain the children with bizarre science experiments made to teach them about the wonders of science.

The children, on their own, would explore the pokey land around them.

Liara's child would lead the charge on artifact hunting. Having Wrex's dozens of children and even Grunt dig for those ancient secrets in the hard desert ground.

Kaidan and Ashley's kids would probably have books, explaining to the others what to look for.

Garrus and Tali's child chasing off intruding bugs and lizards, with Jack teaching them to use their biotics.

Shepard and Thane's own children would run supplies to keep the operation running smoothly under Miranda's careful guidance.

Dr. Chakwas patching up any scraped knees in between her shared sips of brandy with Addams.

Shepard's mind raced, thinking about Traynor and how she would be bragging about her white picket fence house to Steve, Gabby, and Donnelly.

Zaeed teaching Jacob's older children how to shoot.

And how the sun would finally set, shining brilliant hues of purples, reds, and oranges across the dazzling desert sands. They all would watch it fade into the horizon and make room for the millions of milkyway stars to dance above the happy group.

Samara and Javik would take turns to enthrall the children and adults a like with their dozens of stories around a campfire that fought off the chilly night air.

Shepard could smell the roasting marshmallows, the sound of children ooing and awing, some snoring from a long day of fun. See Anderson napping with a small drell child curled into his lap.

She even imagined Joker and EDI building an AI child and the shit storm it would cause with the council.

Then she thought the thousands of children she sent to death in the Batarian system. How they will never have playtime with friends, how she stole naptimes from grandparents. Her mind turned to men and women of Akuze. How she couldn't save them, and the anger their families felt towards her lone survival. Her guilt wormed deeper, her coldness and ruthless attitude, the inability to live in the moment. "I don't think I'd be much good at it, though. I'm a soldier, like you, Anderson." The man squeezed her hand tightly as if to keep her from running away, or maybe to convince that he knew she had goodness.

"Sure, you would. I think you would make a great mom." He asserted.

"Thanks." She sighed, unsure if she believed him.

"Think of how proud they would be, telling everyone their mom is Commander Shepard." He pushed, trying to remove her doubts.

"I don't know about that." She coughed, trying to alleviate the painful burning pit in her chest. Her eyes closed as she tried to focus on breathing. "Not everything I've done is something to be proud of." She admitted but couldn't stop the proud feeling that invaded her heart. Knowing that her own father figure believed in her.

Anderson's grip release its tight hold. Looking over, she noticed he was nodding off, too. "Anderson? Stay with me." Tears sprung from her eyes as she held on to his hand, hoping it would keep him from leaving her alone. "We're almost through this." Her voice cracked, echoing off the walls of the bare room.

"Come here." He forced out, "You did good, my child. You did good." He huffed, letting his body slump over, "I'm proud of you." His final words barely passed through his lips, as his body forced him to finally sleep.

"Thank you, sir..." she blinked the tears from her eyes, "Dad?" She tugged his lifeless hand, torn between two wishes. One wish was that he didn't actually go, and the other wish was that the hero was allowed to rest.

A long awaited rest, Shepard felt would take her too at any moment. She looked down, seeing how caked in blood she really was. I don't think anyone has gotten to cheat death as many times I have, she smiled at her own observations, closing her eyes again. Her heart grew heavy with loss and loneliness.

Maybe it would be okay for her to pass now, too. Her ears roared with the sound of waves washing over her, smell of salt water in her nose. The sea was calling her name, as she found each breath harder and harder to suck in.

"Shepard? Commander?" Hackett's desperate voice ate through her haze. She sighed, willing her mind and soul to stay, even if she felt her pulse weaken.

"I...uh... what do you need me to do?" She choked out the fumbled words as she pushed herself up. The pain she expected was faded, Hackett's words felt so far away that she couldn't even make out what he was saying. She just stumbled and crawled to the console. Pressing whatever buttons, just hoping it would be enough.

"Siha, stay here for a little longer," Thane's voice whispered into her, as clear and soft as a summer's gentle breeze. "The sea will wait for you. You'll be here soon. Just fight a little longer, Jane." His warm encouragement breathed life into her. Shepard felt his hands help her lift the heavy broken body that her soul fought to stay in. Shepard looked around, her eyes setting on a VI child that was staring at her...

#Anderson's final talk with Shepard #commander shepard #femshep #mass effect #mass effect 3 #me3 #thane krios #mass effect legendary edition #mass effect 1 #kaidan alenko #mass effect 2 #female shepard #jane shepard #shrios

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shinysamurott9 · 1 year ago

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How I nuked my 400 Hour Save of Pokemon Heartgold

So, recently I've been playing through the Pokemon Generations doing a Ribbon Master Quest, obtaining every Ribbon a single or set of Pokemon can possibly obtain by sending them up through the series. Just yesterday I was on the tail end of finishing the Gen 4 segment of the challenge.

I have a team of 5 Ribbon Masters currently; Mushi, my Shiny Heracross from Pokemon Colosseum which I hunted specifically for this Ribbon Master Quest, Velos and Seibzehn, a Latios and Metagross I raised to use in Emerald's Battle Frontier, Sparda, my Shiny Arceus I hunted using the void glitch in Pearl and Nero, my Shiny Giratina from Sinjoh Ruins. The only ribbons left for them to get was the Legend Ribbon for beating Red and most pertinent to this story, the World Ability Ribbon.

For those unaware, the World Ability Ribbon is obtained by reaching Rank 5 or higher in the Wifi Room in Gen 4's Battle Tower. Despite what you may think, this is still obtainable thanks to fan made servers which restore old wifi functionalities in Generations 4 & 5. The thing is though the Wifi room is bullshit. The opponents you fight are recorded teams from other players and unfortunately, on top of the highly optimised teams you’ll encounter, you'll also encounter many teams of blatantly hacked stuff like Machamps with OHKO Moves or Sturdy Shedinjas.

This is where I mention the fact that I just so happen to have a modded 3ds, which, among other things, let's me backup save data. So since the game was blatantly cheating anyway, I decided "Fuck it, I'm cheating too". How I did this was to fight one battle in the Wifi Room, and after winning, I'd use the rest option to save and exit the game. Then I'd backup that save file, so if I lost the next battle, I could restore that backup and try again, letting me continue my streak. A slow process but it would mean eventually, I would be able to climb the ranks high enough to get the World Ability Ribbon.

As you can imagine though, I was doing this process of reloading and backing up a lot, and at one point I restored a file incorrectly, taking out the game too early, causing the file to go blank. No problem I'll just restore the file again and if I was competent, that's wherethis would have ended. But, because of how much I was using Checkpoint, my muscle memory got a lite crosswired, so instead of restoring my file, I made a new backup over it, effectively erasing the entire thing.

For reference this included:

400 hrs of Gameplay, A Pokedex roughly 2/3rds complete, A fully developed Safari Zone, Several Pokemon from my various Gen 4 Playthroughs over the years, Every Arceus Plate, (Which are actually pretty difficult to get in HGSS), All 5 of my Ribbon Masters

And perhaps worst of all, my entire collection of Gen 4 shinies. This included:

My near back to back Shiny Luxio and Luxray from Platinum,

A shiny Darkrai and Shaymin I hunted with the Void Glitch

Several Radar and Safari Week Shinies

And a shiny of each Sinjoh Dragon.

Needless to say I was both pissed and devestated. There was some consolation, since I had backups of Gen 3 and Platinum, my Ribbon Masters and Battle Tower mons were safe. Everything else though, initially I was resigned to either losing them forever or trying very likely in vain to recreate as much as I could in PKHex which has it's own issues both logistically and ensuring they were legal, not helped at all by how bad the legality checker in PKHex actually is.

BUT

There was, one, just one saving grace. Fucking POKEMON BATTLE REVOLUTION

The way that Battle Revolution works is that you connect a Gen 4 Save File and it will make an exact copy of your boxes so you can use them in BR's various Colosseums. And of course I just so happened to have copied my boxes from HG a few months ago just after Safari Week meaning every pokemon I had nuked still existed! I had to hack my Wii U to dump the save file but because of that I was able to completely restore almost every single pokemon by copy pasting them back onto Heartgold.

Obviously still lost a lot in other areas but I really can't complain considering what I managed to restore.

As a sidenote, there was a similar incident way back where I accidentally erased my friend's Ruby Master File no shinieswere lost just a lot of progress. I think his reaction speaks for itself.

#Fuck up of cosmic proportions #Pokemon #pokemon heartgold #pokemon battle revolution #Pokemon gen four #ribbon master #This will hopefully never happen again

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headstrongblake · 1 year ago

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what was your plan ?? you could’ve gotten yourself killed ! / bell & o / @thewholecrew

emerald hues snap up toward him, teeth clenched so tightly that an ache works its way through her mouth before she forces a deep breath out of her nose. "what was my plan?" she asked, repeating her brother's words back to him as her bottom lip trembled. her fingers lifted to her mouth, pressing against her lips as if that might stop the pain from pouring out as her head shook. a choked sob slipped past her as she lifted her shoulders, along with her hands exasperatedly.

"i had no plan, ok? nick begged me, over and over and over again to go with him and you know what? i had to. ok? i had to go with him, bell." octavia stated firmly as she frowned. "and i know, i know, that's not what you want to hear, and i could've died, or i could've gotten hurt..." a harsh breath came forward because without even realizing it, that hurt happened anyway after seeing grant. after coming face to face with his cold gaze, void of any love he had ever had for her or nick, she felt worse than when he left all those weeks ago.

octavia swallowed the painful lump in her throat, burning with the anger, love, hurt, and loss she felt as she stood before her big brother. "all i could think was i can't go through this again. i lost you, bellamy. i lost you for so long, and that night when nick was taken... i almost lost him and...i can't," her voice shook, "i couldn't do that again."

defeat welled in her eyes because it didn't matter in the end. when it came to grant...octavia understood now was the time to quit. for her sanity, for her sake, for him...she had to try to let go. but nick? there wasn't anything octavia could do to convince him not to go back out there to track grant. "doesn't matter, it didn't do any good, i'm here, i'm safe...and nick is out there."

#thewholecrew #pv. all american #( & college first year )

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novankenn · 1 year ago

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Altered Destiny (v1-5)

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Panic rose up in Jaune’s chest as those words set themselves into his mind. “You died.” Jaune started to spin about, glancing everywhere, searching for the source of the voice.

“Calm yourself, my daughter. There is no danger here. You are safe.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Jaune yelled, fear, anger, and confusion taking a hold of him.

“Because I am your mother. I made you. Rewove your life thread, restored your tapestry of fate.” the voice remained life, soft and reassuring, “What else could I be but your mother?”

“My mother’s name is Jasmine Arc!”

“She was…”

“Was?”

“You died, Jaune. You died. I pulled you from the Void, restored your broken body… I gave you a new life.” the voice floated about Jaune. “Jasmine was your physical mother, but that was to your old body. I had to make you anew… so you are born through me… you are my daughter.”

“I… I don't understand? What is going on?”

“Jaune… calm, all will be explained, in time.” Jaune felt like the voice kissed his cheek, “But there are new realities you need to accept. I am your mother, I gave you life.”

“How?”

“Your Life Thread was severed… I took hold of it and pulled a Thread of Possibility from the ether to mend it… to grant you a rebirth… to give you a second chance to overcome the trails that lay before you…”

“But…”

“More will be explained later, daughter.” the voice started to drift away, growing faint. “Wander and explore… you are safe in my realm.”

Jaune stood there surrounded by flowers, the night sky full of glowing stars. There was no moon, and there was no evidence of the constellations that he knew. Confusion still ran about Jaune’s mind… but it was that single statement that kept coming back. “You died.”

With nothing else to do, but stand around, Jaune chose a random direction and began to walk.

/=/

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN’T SEE HIM?” Nora bellowed at Professor Goodwitch as she stood her ground before the doors to the infirmary, against the arrayed forced of team (J)NPR.

“I don’t understand, Professor. You called us here and tell us Jaune was seriously hurt, but you won’t let us see him?” Pyrrha asked, her body language telling Professor Goodwitch she was nearly at her breaking point. “I just don't understand. Why?”

“Jaune is safe, however he is in a coma and until the medical staff are sure he’s completely stable, or waked up they have asked that no one interrupt their work.”

“Can you tell us what happened?” Ren asked as he was stepping in between his female counterparts and placed a reassuring hand on each of their shoulders.

“Jaune, decided to make an unsupervised trip to the Emerald Forest.” Professor Goodwitch relayed, “He ran into trouble, and by the time we were able to get to him, he had been knocked over a cliff.”

“No.” Pyrrha’s hands slapped over her mouth, muffling her shriek, as tears began to trail down her cheeks. Nora instantly wrapped her teammate in a tight hug.

“I take it he survived?”

“He… did, but he suffered severe injuries that have rendered him unresponsive…he went into a coma.”

“What are the nature of his injuries?” Ren asked, his voice cracking.

“He lost a large amount of blood, and suffered substantial damage to his back, neck, and head.” Professor Goodwitch lied. “The medical staff feel due to his aura reserves he will make a full recovery, but until they are certain they are being cautious, and restricting all access to medical staff only. Not even I can see him, at this point in time.”

“Is there a chance he might…?” Ren’s voice wavered, unable to finish the question none of them wanted to ask, but all need an answer for.

“That is a possibility, but the medical staff assure me that it is unlikely. Jaune is rather willful, and I doubt he would just give up.” Professor Goodwitch replied, “We will keep you all informed of his progress and condition.”

#Altered Destiny #volume one #rwby #jaune arc #fem!jaune #female!jaune #henshin #Jeanne D'Arc is Jaune's direct ancestor

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wartieingreek · 6 months ago

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doing update of this i did not too long ago, just want to include more and make it more accurate (Please be aware for any of my Sins (Kiwano, Yellow Rose, Dicentra, Begonia, Fly Trap, Petunia, Jabuticaba) I will be using their Pre-Gem versions (aka the start of their lore :3) to not have the really strong Sin stuff in it :3)

(As usual, Beast Ancients au belongs to @cuppajj :3)

ALIVE:

Teal Shard Cookie - Hiding out in a cave, scared out of his mind. He’s witnessed the forces growing ever nearer and is in a constant state of panic. To whatever God may be listening to him, make it quick.

Gallane Squire Cookie - A loyal warrior amongst Midnight Lily’s forest, serving her with no questions asked. He may be slightly skeptical, but he does not voice them.

Fool’s Goldenberry Cookie - Staying with the Cookies of Darkness, working especially with the cake hounds, raising them at their younger years. He’s been feeling a little uneasy, but it’s likely a cold or stomach bug, right?

Burnt Shrapnel Cookie - Scouring the arid outskirts of the Parmesan Desert, aware of Celestial Cheese. She keeps her distance from the Neo-Beast, however, not wanting to succumb to whatever would happen, just in case.

Haemoglobin Cookie - Already being alone on a island, not too far from the Licorice Sea grants some confort, but the noticeable change in it’s behaviour has his raised concerns. Their eyes and ears stay on alert, just in case.

Begonia Cookie - Her heart has been shredded, having witnessed his girlfriend’s death before his eyes. She’s absolutely ruined mentally, hiding out in the woods, holding a remnant of Dicentra in her hair.

Kiwano Cookie - Being good at hiding from people’s eyes helped, most definitely, but witnessing his sister and friends die or go missing shook him up. He blames himself, and stays in a hut. He’s blissfully unaware of how close he is to the Saint’s territory.

DEAD:

Black Void Cookie - Frozen, one of many ice statues trapped in the lands of Frigid Cacao. From scurrying about, spying on those it considered dangerous or interesting, to stuck in fear and ultimately dying due to the cold. A sad end.

Yew Songbird Cookie - A valiant fighter, he sensed the intrusion into his section of the deeper forests, using all he had at his disposal to try and fend them off. Ultimately, exhaustion and time were his enemy.

Yellow Rose Cookie - A great friend, but a better sibling. She had to force her brother out of their home to save his life. She has since died, now at peace thanks to the Saint.

Dicentra Cookie - She tried to escape with her other half, but ultimately couldn’t hide the best due to dough tones and height. She’s in a better place now.

Fly Trap Cookie - Escaped him after they witnessed what happened to the others. They ended up lost and after enough wandering, found some orchids. They potted one, and kept it with them, caring for it. Big mistake.

MISSING/UNKNOWN:

Shaded Jam Cookie - They always stuck to the shadows, messing with others to their own discretion. They’ve not been seen out the dark in a while. Some say they see white pupils in other’s shadows, though only for a second.

Petunia Cookie - Last seen attempting to fight off the Saint, then gone. There’s been sightings of a red tail tip on occasion, though it may not be them.

Jabuticaba Cookie - They were last seen throwing Begonia and Dicentra over a fence. Some have said they’ve seen a large purple-ish figure, though it is unclear if it is him.

War Crepe Cookie - Missing, last seen staring off into the sunset, then nothing. Footprints lead into the waters.

Emerald Fracture - They just vanished, as if they were deleted by some other force.

#beast ancients au #ocs #not my au #skrunkls #black void be like: 🧊#sillies #idk man #oc

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kalevalakryze · 1 year ago

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All Or Nothing

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka Series Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Ahsoka Tano Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano, Grand Admiral Thrawn, The Nightmothers, Zombie Troopers, Great Mother Klothow, Great Mother Aktropaw, Great Mother Lakesis Warnings: This one is straight up Torture, Blood and Violence, Major Character Injury, Hopelessness, Blood-loss, Delirium, There Will Be War Crimes, Mind-Alteration, Undead, Body Horror, sensory deprivation . Does it count as OOC if it’s a reaction to literal torture lmao? Notes: For Whumptober Day 11 Prompt: “Captivity | “No one will find you.” Word Count: 2,970 AO3 Link: Here!

Baylan’s last order had been to return to Thrawn and to take some place he had prepared for her, and even though she’d lost him and did not understand his reasoning any longer, they still knew that he would never lead her wrong…

Until she returned to the Chimera, and the… witches accused her of knowing more than she was willing to tell in her report, accusing her of leaving out some important, omnipotent detail that could alter their success in… whatever the krif they were doing.

The last thing Shin remembered was the feeling of ice in her veins and emerald flames licking at her skin.

When she woke… or… her mind slipped into consciousness? She couldn’t see, the darkness was unending, and the force was silent. Her armor was gone, with the feeling of claw marks tearing into her skin where the metal plating had once sat, as if each piece had been torn from her body by some otherworldly being.

There was a spark, a glimmer of something earthen in her peripherals. Her boots scraped against cold stone as she turned to face it; Heat arced where fire wrapped around her forearm, scorching into her skin as a cold metallic base secured itself into her flesh with thin barbs.

Shin did not cry out, and after her first knee-jerk reaction to yank her arm back, away from the nerve-igniting pain of the simmering inferno, the blonde forced herself to still. The green of the witch’s fire gave her light she could use to see, Baylan had taught her long ago to not allow her fear to cloud her judgment in a situation just like this, that stopping her emotions would be the key to survival in their journeys.

“Sometimes, to stay alive, you have to kill your mind.”

In the dim lighting and through the haze of pain, Shin was able to find details about the room she’d found herself in; They could stretch out fingertip to fingertip across each side of the room twice, with crumblings walls and a foul odor coming from a corner of the room. A corpse sat decaying in stormtrooper armor, bones broken and bent in odd angles, old scorch marks against plastoid in a similar pattern across his arm…

When the next metal cable ignited in magik ejected from the wall, Shin waited until the sound of the arcing metal got close enough, stepping closer to the restraint on her side and allowing the tool to crash into the stone, crumbling rock dropped to the floor as spools pulled the side back in.

“Clever,” Thrawn’s syrupy voice called from somewhere she could not identify, as if it were originating from the base of their skull, as the man’s presence filled every aspect of her life that the Force had once occupied; It was a trick, something those filthy witches must have set up; Thrawn was no god, he was a liar, an oathbreaker, a warlord, and a cheat.

“What have you done?” She called into the void, as the flames were doused over her arm, scorched blood rising to the surface around the cable as it was no longer burned away,

“Your Master, Lord Skoll, warned us of this. Your disloyalty,” Shin tugged on the cord, nose twitching as the pain was brought to the forefront of her mind. “That if anything were to happen to him, it would be your fault,”

Stone ground together painfully, they had to force their hands over their ears at the sound, feet scrambling to push back into the corner, body awkwardly positioned over the trooper’s corpse until their shoulder blades pressed into the cold of the wall.

Artificial light flooded the cell, which soon became overcrowded as the three extra witches flooded the room, staring into her soul with voidless black eyes. They had to force themselves to meet the gaze of the woman in the center, even though the sick, echoing whispers around her had every system in her body begging her to cower, that hiding in the decimated corpse of Thrawn’s trooper would be a better experience than this;

Baylan had known she didn’t like witches, had promised she would never have to deal with them again, and yet, all he’d done since Morgan had reached out to them was to find ways to explain their involvement, how sorry he was about the necessary evil they would have to endure together to reach an end goal he kept only to himself.

The hand on her shoulder was gentle, at first, until yellowed nails started pressing into the sinew of her shoulder, sinking past her flesh like she was made of nothing; “You are nothing,” The echoes around the great mother’s promised, as she was yanked away from her corner by a woman whose body should not have had that kind of strength.

“Your Master had too much faith in your abilities, Padawan,” The cool tendril of metal was wrapped around their arm manually, no flames to set her skin ablaze and to scorch failure on the surface. “You will learn the price of failure. Your actions have consequences.” The sickly woman reminded in her ear, Shin could see the flicker of a smile pulling at her lips, as she pulled genuine enjoyment from the fear pouring off of the Apprentice in waves.

“You failed in your mission, Mercenary,” Thrawn’s voice returned; Shin wanted to see him, wanted to both spit on his boots in her dislike of the man, and to beg for redemption, knowing that this was the life Baylan had worked so hard to create for her, while he went off on his own. “There is a price to be paid for letting Ezra Bridger and Sabine Wren live, for allowing Ahsoka Tano to land, and for losing my soldiers…” As she was forced back to the center of the room, they could picture the ugly twist of his lips, the way blue skin would crinkle around his eyes as his lips parted to speak once more. “No one will find you.”

Two witches pulled from the room, her arms were forced outwards to create a line parallel to the floor as the wires pulled taut. Their heart hammered in their chest as they desperately reached for Baylan in the force, reached for the promise of safety offered in the eyes of a predator, reaching for anything in the force that could help.

All she found were the raspy whispers and the swirling mist of majik as the Great Mother whispered into the growing void around her. Her shoulders were pulled to the brink as the whispers prickled at her skin like knives intent on peeling away her flesh layer by layer.

“Stop,” She pleaded to empty ears, her own voice fading from her reality as the ancient tongues forced translations past her eardrums in ear-splitting screams. “I will do better,” She begged to no avail. The promises of failure, of loneliness and abandonment, combined with the fears they’d hidden down so far since losing her parents to a shadow of green flame, gray skin, and black tattoos.

“You were predestined to fail your Master, you lived long past your use as a sentient being…. Perhaps, you may find some use in the afterlife,” There was a feeling of mocking pity from the woman before she turned, red satin cloak flashing over dusty stone as she swept from the room. The last thing Shin saw before darkness encroached once more was the steady drip of crimson from the cable in her right arm, splattering onto the old stains of rust embedded into the dirt below.

There was no way for Shin to know how much time had passed inside of the spire, metal cable long since pulling her shoulders from her sockets, screams had bled her throat dry ages ago, hunger pangs in her stomach at infrequent intervals and the metallic smell of infection festering in her arms were the only thing that forced her to realize consciousness was upon her.

There was no respite between the hours she found herself awake or asleep, words drilled into her skull like knives all hours of the day. Her eyes never did adjust to the lack of light, but she always felt like there was something moving around her. The force offered no strength, memories offered no fondness, and her training offered no knowledge. She was not meant to survive this, would be better suited as a corpse like the ‘friend’ behind her.

“What did you do to piss of Thrawn?” She asked her deceased companion dryly one night, long after the spire had shaken with rumbles of activity outside, after the world beyond the stone had fallen more silent than even before; without the haunting presence of the witches just on the other side.

“Grraaasgh,” A haunting voice replied with the sound of crinkling plastoid and the oozing sound of flesh separating from it’s confines. “Hrrnnguuuuuu!”

They tried to turn, to face the corpse that had behind her this whole time, but they could not force their weight to raise on locked knees, fear ignited in her bloodstream at the nauseating sound of a reanimated corpse dragging itself with squelching thuds.

Thick, warm fingers wrapped around her ankle, she could feel mottled flesh through the layer of grime, dirt, and general yuckiness that had clung to her own skin. The Trooper’s lurid rasps for air it’s lungs were too decomposed to need filled her ears, the first reprieve she’d had from the ache of the Great Mother’s voice, but a very unwelcome one.

White light pierced the wall across from her, a stream of plasma cutting away at the wall, a beam of a vivid pink joined feet away from the first, igniting the room in light that hurt, but she could not look away as the corpse crawled up her body; it’s legs were prone in the corner, still twitching as they tried to catch up to the rest of him. Dried up organs spilled from where his body had split, with wisps of majik keeping pieces of himself together. His jaw hung from the bottom of the helmet, part of Shin wanted to despise the way in which his breath smelled better than her own.

“Master, please,” She croaked in vain, one last time. Baylan had saved her once, twenty years ago when he’d saved a small child he owed nothing to, surely, she’d repaid her debts enough to ask one last time.

Nothing came, the pillars of light on the other side taunted her as nails tore at her own flesh, weak from dehydration and brittle from the cords that had applied a consistent pressure to her dislocated shoulders.

The trooper's hands clawed at her face, she forced her eyes to shut even as he pulled at her eyelids; Shin had always thought they would face the end with dignity, but this had been anything but, had been waning and pushing everything they had ever known… She could not face it, not like this; Because she was not Shin Hati, Apprentice of Baylan Skoll, she was nothing, a failed mercenary, and she was a coward, a coward who could not face the consequences of their actions.

There was a familiar smell of burning ozone and flesh, the hand at her face dropped to the floor with a wet thunk. “Get away from her!” Someone shouted, she could hear the sabers wooshing, but could not coax her eyes open. What a way to die, dream up some nameless savior to cope with the end. Would it be more painful, putting a name to the memory of purple hair and painted armor, knowing that she’d thought up a Mandalorian as her savior, over her own Master.

“Sabine,” A calmer, collected voice called, though Shin could not place it as her weight sagged uselessly into the metal that had kept her in place for so long.

“Shin,” Sabine’s voice was close, the hand that rested on her bicep had the blonde crying out in pain, a raspy whisper that brought blood to her lips as her body convulsed away from it. “Karabast, Ahsoka… what do we do?”

“Let me die,” Shin rasped, begging, at their mercy, eyes still shut, numb fingers clenching against the painful pull of muscle and cable. “Let me die,”

“I’m not doing that, di’kut,” The Mandalorian was close, too close, in space that had only been personal for so long. She could feel the displacement of air around her bared skin, like the Magik fire that had scorched itself in her soul.

“Her shoulders are out of place,” Sabine continued to her Master, following the wind of the cords to the points they’d dug into scrawny biceps, blood all but wielding metal to flesh.

“This isn’t going to be fun for any of us,” Ahsoka promised somberly, “Put gloves on, we can’t risk infection spreading,” The woman ordered, the smell of late cutting through the odor of corpse and rotting sentient. The material was cool when Ahsoka’s hand touched feverish skin, though it ignited a pain that had her trying to jerk back.

“Hold her still, no matter what she says, how she reacts; keep her as still as you can until she’s free,”

There was silence and a quiet rustling, before she felt the press of armor against her back, the feeling of Sabine’s knees working under her just enough to guide them back against her chest. “I’ve got you,” The Mandalorian grumbled in their ear, the first comforting promise they’d had in so long.

Any reprieve from the darkness offered by strong arms around her brittle frame died with the pain of barbs being worked from her skin. She reacted as if struck by lighting, Air was forced into reluctant lungs with gasps as she struggled with an inhuman amount of strength against the Mandalorian forcing her still as each barb was removed, hot blood welling to the surface as ehr only support for days was taken away.

Through the pain, she was aware of her begging, pathetic sounds not unlike the same promises she’d made to the witches, to Thrawn, the memory of her Master, and to the void that had swallowed her. “Please, please stop; I’ll be better I’ll do it right, I’m sorry, please stop. I’m sorry,” She rasped, begging the Togruta, the Mandalorian, and all who had ever held her life and wellbeing in their hands as the two Jedi did now. “Let me die, please; please. I have no more to give,” They wailed to sympathetic beings.

One of Sabine’s arms crossed her chest, while the other stayed pressed across her waist like a safety belt. The rebels had known war, had seen the effects it had on the survivors, the Inquisitors who’d been handled like Shin had. But the blonde still clung onto a purpose like a desperate child caught stealing; Even if they didn’t recognize it, it was their fingers wrapped around their life, around the vestiges of light that had been pushed through whatever the witches had done.

Shin’s body sagged forward, held up by the Mandalorian as their struggling core muscles refused to cooperate, exhausted from the constant strain of keeping herself up. “I’m going to put your shoulder back in place, Shin.” Ahsoka called from another planet away, placing steady hands against their trembling limbs.

There was a wet pop and another cry of pain as her shoulder was guided back into the socket. The force eased the transition, as if the Jedi had managed to use the power offered to help guide it into place just to spare the fallen apprentice some pain.

The process was agonizingly repeated to her other side, until both of her shoulders were back in place, and she was dropping entirely into Sabine’s arms, the aches fading under the gentle mintrations of the tap of Sabine’s finger against her breastbone, a beat too quick to be their own heart beat, but one she could feel through her back, even with the cool beskar separating them.

The Mandalorian’s chest rose and fell in an exaggerated motion as well, coercing Shin’s frayed body to follow her example in calm intakes of air and deep breaths out; Shin could not feel the force around her, but she could feel the pain ebbing away into something indescribable, like something that ran parallel to the cosmic power she’d once called home.

“Shin,” Ahsoka’s voice was soft but demanding. “It’s time to open your eyes,”

The command was gentle, though Shin could feel the urgency to her tone, a flicker of fear that had her Padawan stiffening under the prisoner.

It was hard to crack their eyes open, the light hurt so bad, it was too much, too overwhelming; a soft whine passed broken lips. Light pooled in from the cut away sections of wall, the spire had been destroyed, and Shin had been unlucky enough to remain in one of the final standing pillars of the structure.

The Togruta’s shoulders drooped in relief; Shin’s eyes, despite being windows to an unimaginable pain were not tainted by the dark side. There was still hope; and that was always enough. “You can rest now, Padawan,” Ahsoka soothed, the suggestion in the force light, though the woman had no barriers left to raise, their eyes blinking closed slowly, head lolling back against Sabine as they succumbed readily to the offer for rest.

“Thank you, master.” They whispered as consciousness finally released its hold on her.

“Thank the gotal’ad her Howler found us when he did,” Sabine grumbled, nose twitching at last, the smell of the isolated cell hitting her enough to have her shifting uncomfortably under Shin. “We’ll be able to get her back okay?”

“I promise,”

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fishgirl514 · 1 year ago

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ok. just finished season 3 now im going to ramble:

i was not a huge fan of the fact that the entire season was one really long fight scene in the same location? it got a little boring lol

also a lot of the things that happened just kind of …happened. not a lot of explanation or justification or setting up for logical conclusions.

also i know this iteration of sonic is definitely not the same as other versions of his personality but his unyielding determination to redeem nine when he was literally tearing the universe apart was very odd. like.. sonic wouldn’t do that. he’s never been a guy who’s determined to redeem villains and make friends.

the threat posed by the robots was really inconsistent, esp the big one? ALSO WHEN THE 2 TAILS FUCKING DIED AND EVERYONE JUST MOVED ON ??????? WHAT LMAO.. i know they were alive in the end but still😭

sonic’s whole “my friends!!!!!!!!!!!” thing was so undefined and all over the place. like does he want to save his friends or just nine? because he was being such a pushover with him.

honestly a lot of things were all over the place. dread was moping and refusing to fight and then next scene he’s normal? what does tails even want..? him becoming a power hungry supervillain wasn’t really narratively justified.

for the first 2 seasons there was a bunch of character arcs set up. shadow learns to trust sonic, sonic learns to cooperate with his friends, and he grapples with the concept of having to destroy the new worlds he created to bring back an old one. yeah it’s a complex topic… but if ur going to set up a crazy moral dilemma you have to solve it! instead we got some stupid voltron steven universe bullshit LOL

what happened to the void? and the chaos emerald? WHERE WAS SHADOW IN THE END??? i wanted to know if he lost his memory of everything or not!!!

ghhhhhhhhhh…….. in the end, i still really enjoyed this show. the animation was FANTASTIC and i loved the voice acting and designs and the *concept* the started with. im happy to see that it wasn’t abandoned and im happy that sonic got a netflix series. hopefully this will mean good things for the franchise moving forward but dear GOD they have got to get more subtle with sonic’s character. he’s such a mope it’s making me want to go rewatch sonic x to see him being normal again. this seems really negative and complainy because there was a LOT to discuss but honestly this show still means a lot to me and it helped me through a really dark moment and overall i still think it’s pretty good.

im absolutely going to talk about what i would have done to wrap up all the character arcs in a sort of rewrite thing in another post as soon as i finish thinking it through bc my mind is buzzing.

FUCK ALSO I FORGOT TO SAY THE SONADOW WAS PEAK IM SAD THEY DIDNT GET A CLOSING MOMENT BUT SHADOW CARRYING SONIC BACK WAS MY EVERYTHING AND THE HUG MOMENT WHERE SHADOW DIDNT PUSH OFF LIKE HE DID BEFORE WAS ADORABLE

#sonic #sonic prime #sonic prime season 3 #sonic prime s3

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sakuraswordly · 1 year ago

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Shadow tries to tell Sonic that they are not real friends because all they care about is themselves. (For example, you did see how Thorn Rose acted in season 1 yes?) If Sonic tries to be friends with them, Sonic will end up hurt in return. In Sonic Prime it seems Shadow knew Sonic very well, in Season 2 Episode 1 Avoid the Void, Shadow's a tough guy and doesn't like messing with other people if not necessary, but he's open-minded in case Sonic changes his mind. Finally, he didn't change in the end.

But Shadow still tried because Shadow tried to discover something that he never knew about Sonic's power. And he had no choice but to trust Sonic to work with him, also, he lost his fourth chaos emerald means he became weak too.

Shadow saw everything during Sonic's adventure including when Sonic met Nine too. Shadow already knew about Nine intentions from the beginning.

Also in this cutscene, when Nine said "We are nothing alike" Shadow nods mean what he thought was right about Nine.

That's why Shadow talk to Sonic about Nine again, but still the same, Sonic still not listen again. But Shadow already make up his mind in Season 2 Episode 1 Avoid the Void and he is ready for everything to happen even if Sonic destroys his home again.

Hint: Shadow cares for Sonic that's why he always tells Sonic to change his mind about "fake friends" to not let Sonic hurt himself. Also, he's more softy to Sonic in this series too, Shadow understand Sonic's feeling because Shadow also once felt like this when he lost his "home" too along with Maria. Shadow also know how hurt Sonic is, and that's why Shadow tries to make Sonic stronger and keep moving forward by fighting him of course^^; in a friendly way…..

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers

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rosemaryreality · 2 years ago

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Sonic Prime S2 EP1 Reaction.

Alright so we are back to the start? but from Shadow's pov

2. Ooooh so Shadow saw all those freaky giant hollograms(? of their friends

3. Ah, i was wondering about that, so there's a barrier Shadow can't pass through.

4. HE LOST THE CHAOS EMERALD????!!!!!

5. !!!! so SHADOW is the reason why Sonic's shoes would act up???

6. Oof, dude's been trying for a while.

7. I had noticed this before in season 1, but god, the way sonic says "home" breaks my heart every time

8. So he still thinks Shadow isn't the real Shadow? really dude? unlike everyone else, he clearly recognizes you

9. "Sherrif shadow of floating rock world" ALRIGHT WE GET IT!! there's no cowboy world, no need to rub it in

10. DUDE HE CLEARLY SAID YOUR NAME. HE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE. HE IS YOUR SHADOW.

11. Oh. speaked too soon i guess. Anyway FINALLY!!

12. SONADOW HUG!!! i'm redrawing this.

13. LMAO. the way shadow slides to the left, feels so extra for me i love it.

14. If those giant shards weren't there, how would sonic move while in there? would shadow have to carry him?

15. Rip green emerald.

16. Aww he missed the palm trees.

17. "Just like home" but it's not.

18. Holy shit he is gonna see the "ghost" version of tails.

19. Oooooh, interesting. I thought everyone except big would be at the cage, but tails is at the beach near his workshop. So it's not about where they where when it happened, it's probably about significant places.

20. Oh, they're ALL at the beach. I'm guessing the palm tree amy's at is THE palm three, so they really must have plenty of memories there, if it's the place they're all at.

21. Omg i love prime sonic but GOD is he slow, they're not you're real friends!! and where is shadow anyway? i bet he is silently judging you.

22. Oooooh i wonder if this is partly why shadow is so quick to dismiss the people from the shatterverses, even if they're clearly more life like than these versions, it's probably hard for him to consider them as much more than this: shallow versions of their friends, their missing pieces, especially since he can't meet them for himself (yet).

23. THE WAY HE HUGS HIMSELF I CAN'T!!!! i know it's his fault but COME ON!!

24. Oooh the way Shadow looked at his shoes, already planning to steal them?

25. EXCUSE YOU SHADOW WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY BOY NINE?!!! HAVE YOU EVEN MET HIM? WHO ARE YOU TO SAY HE CAN'T BE TRUSTED??!

26. Oh god he really thinks of Nine as "angsty Tails" i'm crying.

27. "He's not tails. he is nine" look at what you've done Sonic, now i have to agree with Shadow just after he insulted Nine.

28. "This is his reality" oh god ummm i don't think I agree with that.

29. Ugh sonic how can i be mad at you when you are defending Nine? still don't like that he doesn't see him as his own person though.

30. Yeah i can't blame Shadow for not trusting Sonic, like, WHO would trust him at this point?

31. "I know what you are capable of" oh? OH? so NEITHER of them trust the other one, huh.

32. OMG HE GRABBED IT WITH HIS MOUTH?? I ACTUALLY LAUGHED OUT.

33. Well, that was fast, let's see his reaction to the fact they do nothing for him.

34. ?????????????????????????? WTF? I'M SORRY DID I MISS A SCENE??

35. OOOOOOOOH HE TOOK BACK THE ONES FOR HIS SHOES.

36. God this Shadow is so extra, couldn't you put that one like a normal person?

37. Wait so they DID help him get out of there, how? maybe those things have some of Sonic's energy on them? whtever it is, couldn't be enough to get past the barriers.

38. I don't know if the place between shatterspaces is a good place to be fighting, Shadow has his airshoes but what if Sonic falls into the void?

39. I couldn't believe Sonic said "come at me, bro" when i heard it, now SHADOW? and he sounded so smug too

40. What happened in new yoke?

41. Oh right, THOSE guys.

42. So sonic can just spindash his way through that place.

43. Man that knocked out shadow BAD.

44. SONADOW PRINCESS CARRY!!!! Sonic prime really is a gift to all ships.

45. OF COURSE he fell on his face, gotta love running gags.

46. Finally got to the "together" part, god is sonic smug about it, on other news, sonadow needs each other, hell yeah.

47. "I won't let you down, shadow" awwwww.

48. For some reason the shadow vision was so funny to me, bro he is not DEAD.

#sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime spoilers #sonic prime season 2 #sonic prime season 2 spoilers #sonic prime s2 ep1 #shadow the hedgehog #mine

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tanglesoup · 1 year ago

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so i kept saying that i was going to post my oc and now i am after finding all of the art i still have saved on my phone (i have more of them i just haven’t got pictures of it all since they’re on the board that’ll be ordering back). before i give an introduction under the cut i’d just like to give the context that this was for part of my higher art project focusing on design (it wasn’t solely about them it was about a whole game) and the design was for a brand new sonic riders game that also happened to be a crossover with sonic prime which at the time had just released its first season. i’ll give more context in another post featuring other art i had to do for it but this post is about my oc!

everybody meet everett! they use they/them pronouns and they’re a snow leopard!

they live in the caves at the mountain tops of the stellar mountain range protecting their world’s prism shard known as “The Atlas Star” (protecting it similarly to how knuckles protects the master emerald of how thorn rose protects the great green). most days are spent on guard protecting the prism from the only others that they know, those others being the babylon rogues who would love more than anything to get their hands on the shard. they aren’t always alone however as they have a chao companion who often keeps them company while they’re guarding the shard and helping chase away the rogues whenever they get too close. when the day’s hard work is done however everett will sit and stare out at the stars reading them and hoping and wishing on them for good fortune to come.

it just so happens that one of these nights while hoping for good fortune that something peculiar happens to the snow leopard as they watch a blue blur crash into the evergreen forests below the mountain. i wonder what that could be…

i chose the name everett because i saw from multiple sources that it meant “brave” and felt that fit them well having to fight for their shard constantly and put the shard before themself a lot. i’ve also always associated snow leopard with being very brave animals living in the snowy and mountainous conditions that they live in naturally. the name also kind of sounded like mount everest which was also fitting.

when it came to making their design i knew i wasn’t going to go for typical snow leopard colours because this is a sonic oc we’re talking about and hedgehogs aren’t exactly blue in real life. i was either going to go with dark blue or purple spots and i, obviously ended up going for the purple to match the purple present on the atlas star. the blue colour however wasn’t completely lost as that then became their eye colour! their markings were surprisingly hard to figure out and keep consistent throughout their design but i ended up figuring something i felt was good eventually. the star marking on their forehead is really something i should’ve included from the start since everett is really closely connected with the stars (wether that be the atlas star, the stars on their gear or the stars they watch every night) but it didn’t click until later when i needed to fill a blank void on their head. the hair tuft was also another later edition, so late in fact that it wasn’t present in any of the pencil drawings of them. i added the hair tuft purely because they looks strange without having anything on their head and it turned out very cute!

their extreme gear was very simple to come up with as i just wanted to have fun and mess around with the colour scheme for their board since i was stuck without a very varied pallet for sonic and jet. their goggles are the original blue that i mixed for the sonic art i made for the front cover of the box art along with a lighter and darker shade. their gloves have textured grips on their fingers and palms to aid in climbing slopes and rocks easier and it isn’t seen here but their snow boots have paw print markings on the bottoms of them. i gave them scuffed knee pads because i liked the idea that they weren’t a very experienced flier on their extreme gear which has lead to a lot of falls on their knees during their practice attempts. even if they aren’t a good flier though they’re a very good snowboarder.

i loved designing everett and they’re probably the best thing that came out of that art class. i’d like to sincerely thank everett for getting me that B in higher art thank you. even though i don’t take art anymore i’m still going to draw everett because why the heck not, right?

#everett the snow leopard #sonic riders shatterverse au #sth au #sth oc #sonic oc #sth fanart #my art

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tornsurvivors · 1 year ago

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PAIN SEARED EVERY SINGLE MUSCLE, every single organ and every inch of her soul. Her mind felt like it was splitting at the seams. The need for air was becoming desperate within seconds, leaving her gasping as she fell to her knees in the Well of Corruption Marwyn had summoned. What appeared to be shadow-like tendrils slithered from the ground where the Well was placed and wrapped around Elyssa’s legs. She could feel her energy being leeched by them, while they inflicted damage to her body. It’s original target was the Sin’dorei priest that came with the group, but Elyssa acted at the last minute-- shoving them out of the line of fire and getting ensnared in the process. Her vision blurred and it felt like the room was spinning. Who would’ve thought that once they downed Falric, it would empower Marwyn? Of course, they should’ve expected more. Wave after wave of mobs summoned by Marwyn nearly overwhelmed them to the point where they all were at risk of getting annihilated. But the group fought harder.

They reminded Elyssa of herself... and the former Ranger-General Sylvanas, who had given chase after the Lich King with her Dark Ranger Loralen in tow. Elyssa doesn’t blame her one bit, she would have done the same had she been in Sylvanas’ position-- the bloodthirst for vengeance too immense, even for an Old God.

An agonized yell was wrenched from Elyssa’s throat when the Well of Corruption’s damage intensified at the last minute before it faded. Emerald green eyes rolled back in her head, before Elyssa shook her head with a deep growl-- forcing herself to focus her attention on Marwyn again and inhaled deeply, breathing ragged. The Sin’dorei priest was even struggling to keep their group alive... and that was fine with Elyssa. She had always been a fierce fighter and insisted that others be healed first, before her. Blood-stained lips pulled back into a snarl, fangs showing as she planted a foot on the ground. Her bow was only inches away.

All she’d need to do is reach for it.

But Marwyn had other plans. The last sight Elyssa had chilled her to the very core of her entity, the terrifying power Marwyn had been granted by the Lich King did her in-- just one blow. Then everything went black. She wasn’t even sure what happened, because it all happened so quickly. One minute she was gathering her strength to push back and the next, she was suspended in an endless abyss. It’s then she felt fear begin to cripple her. Did she die? She doesn’t feel the pain she had moments ago. Just numbness. Confusion and fear infected her mind. Then it came, a dull ache throbbing in her chest slowly transforming into a burning sensation-- then a flicker of light in the distance. A fire. Elyssa didn’t hesitate to run towards it, before a sight stopped her dead in her tracks-- a loud, strangled gasp falling from her lips.

She is dimly aware of the group standing over Marwyn’s body. But that’s not what made her stop. It was the vivid sight of her own body. Horror devoured her alive as it dawned on her that she was having an out-of-body experience. She IS dead. Marwyn had killed her.

No. No, no, no... please--- her plea came out in a broken whisper as she dropped down to her knees. The group faded away into the darkness, leaving her with the chilling vision of her dead body. Elyssa felt the dull ache fade from her chest and becoming numb once more. The fire that had guided her to THIS began to wither into dying embers. Only momentarily, before denial slowly surrendered to a simmering rage... which was the fuel to feed the dying embers and turn them back into a full-blown flame that had always been in her heart.

Green eyes stared into the fire... as she subconsciously did everything in her power to keep it going, so she wouldn’t get lost in the infinite void. Unaware of the vision. Unaware of Dark Ranger Loralen returning to save her body and carrying her out at Sylvanas’ command.

“Elyssa.” A voice broke through the suffocating silence and startled her, jaded emerald eyes snapping away from the flame and searched the shrouding darkness. Till she saw them, a pair of crimson eyes staring back at her. Never had she found so much... so much... comfort in such an intimidating gaze. They belonged to none other than the Dark Lady herself. Elyssa now recognized that voice.

“Sylvanas... I tried. I gave it all I had, and I failed you. Forgive me.”

“Most who fall usually cross-over to the otherside by now. And yet, here you are. Clinging to your lifeless body stubbornly like how a fierce rookie I once knew, would. The flame that burned in your heart continues to burn even in this infinite dark. Do you wish for another chance to fight again? Do you wish to face the Lich King and end his reign?”

“Yes.” Elyssa breathed out without missing a beat, knowing well what the Dark Lady was offering. She doesn’t need to contemplate the offer. Because it was the one desire that burned in her heart. To serve alongside Sylvanas Windrunner. It always had been. It was one of the biggest reasons why she chose to become a ranger.

“You are very fortunate your soul has not been splintered, which would make for an even easier transition from death to undeath. However... there is one small price. A fragment of my Banshee. Heed this warning, it will attempt to tempt you. It will attempt to corrupt you and turn you against those who are undeserving of atrocities it is capable of performing. While one war may have ended, another may will begin... within you. Are you prepared to take on this burden and master it, for the sake of serving alongside me? The option of permanent death, of course, will still stand if it becomes too much to handle.”

“I knew what I was signing up for as a ranger. I knew what I was getting into when I became Captain. I knew what I was risking when I joined the war against the Lich King. I lived to fight for my people, and for you, My Lady. I want to continue to do so in undeath. I swear fealty to you. My bow is yours.”

Even though Elyssa could only see Sylvanas’ eyes in the darkness, she could FEEL the proud smile spread across the Banshee Queen’s face and hear it in her voice.

“Very well. Elyssa Flameheart, embrace your fate and hold this flame close to your heart... even though it may no longer beat... and rise.”

The flames in front of her flickered-- right when she feels a burst of air blow by and distantly, she could hear an amplified wail. The flames then changed colors, from bright yellow, orange and red, into light and darker shades of purple. Void Flame. Before she knew it, the flames begun to grow and grow... swirling around her. Engulfing her.

As she was swallowed whole by the void flames, a loud ringing began pounding at her eardrums-- an effect from the Banshee’s wail, most likely. Then when the ringing finally started to die down, becoming quieter... she was drifting out of the void and back into reality. When eyes snapped open to greet the Dark Lady standing over her, they were no longer emerald green. They were pale silver, momentarily flashing ruby red when the banshee’s fragment within her tried to test her, and she was quick to suppress the temptation regardless of how strong it was-- irises fluctuating back to silver. Her hair was no longer fiery red, now a dull shade of ash red.

When she accepted Sylvanas’ offered hand, she noticed that it didn’t feel as cold anymore. Because her own skin was now cool. No longer in it’s healthy glow, but a pale hue. Her joints felt stiff at first and creaked when she stood, but she knows with some stretching... she’ll get used to it.

Blinking once, then twice-- Elyssa brought a hand up to inspect her skin and fingernails. Before a burst of void flame appeared in the palm of it, then she quickly closed her hand into a fist, putting the flame out. When she looked back up to her Dark Lady, she noted the pleased expression on Sylvanas’ face.

Elyssa knew she made the right choice. This was what she wanted.

#old drabble i wrote for Elyssa before i deleted my blog over stupid reasons #but anyway. I love my dark ranger captain.#𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐇𝐂 ][ a heart that burned with loyalty #𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 ][ memoirs of a survivor #DRABBLES » memoirs of a torn survivor #putting down the old drabbles tag in case I wanted to re-read all of my old drabbles. xD #and probably cringe.#at some.#long post /

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