#when i don't think he ever smiles in tsr

[ofthebrownajah]

Just by the stills alone it feels like the shadow Rising to me? Like obviously some differences with things moving around/the order in which some things happen and differences like it seems Morgase goes to the Tower in person cause she's pissed about Elayne disappearing but like the plot beats seem to be there just by looking at the stills

[driaswrld]

(ii) the unconscious consciousness.

— satoru gojo and suguru geto. a tsr interlude.

Satoru sits at the foot of the couch, cross-legged and nursing a ceramic mug in cupped palms.

From across the way, he sees you.

Having just sent the kids to bed, your eyes hung low with that thin lipped smile that falls when you finally shut the door and can truly feel the weight.

The weight of nothing, the weight of empty.

Satoru's tea is cold.

"Toru?" You whisper, fingers fiddling with the frayed ends of the t-shirt you're wearing, some idol group plastered at the front and the colors faded. His shirt.

"M' okay, don't worry about it." He mumbles, a lanky arm outstretched to receive you when you bend your knees to join him on the floor, his grip tightening just a bit when he inhales your entire being — but you don't smell like you anymore.

It's funny, that now he thinks about that thing Tsumiki said she had to write for school earlier.

"It's an interpretation thing," Tsumiki had explained, clutching her notebook close and pointing a guiding finger to Satoru, who didn't really understand a word of what the assignment was about. "An essay about what love is — like explaining what sunshine feels like."

( to someone who's never felt it. )

"And you picked that prompt willingly?" Suguru chuckled, hunched over the kitchen counter, half asleep and preparing tea for when you finally woke up, Megumi's head stuffed into the fridge, the twins trying to climb over the small boy's shoulders to get a look too.

Sundays were always slow like this.

Soft conversations in the kitchen, helping the kids with whatever homework was left, maybe having sweets for dinner. . .

"It's romantic!" Tsumiki defended.

She never ended up writing the essay though.

Satoru and Suguru never got the chance to help her explain on paper what love feels like.

That same afternoon, Suguru had been called in for a mission. A simple one, not too far in the city.

You and Satoru bundled all the kids into their jackets to go get udon while you waited for Suguru to meet up with you, hoping to get some time to drop by that bakery down the street together. As a family.

Even after so much time it felt weird to say it in his head. Family.

Yet, most of tonight remains a blur in Satoru's mind.

What came back that night wasn't Suguru. You and Satoru knew the moment you looked at each other, in the middle of the crosswalk.

The air was thick, the energy was different.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, the dead giveaway of any hidden emotion, but that thing looked like Suguru down to the flecks of gold in his irises, the twitch of his eyelids in the night air, the curl of each lash.

Often, eyes deceive.

Souls don't.

"Satoru, you need to sleep." It comes hushed, your hand under his shirt, palm to rib, pulse to flesh, flesh to bone, bone to exhaustion. "Please."

Satoru thinks about what he would've told Tsumiki.

What even is love?

He thinks about you, wearing his shirt and your hair tied up — smelling like incense and some french cologne. Nothing like you, but everything like them.

He thinks about the way he stays up, cerulean in his gaze pooled into a flood — it's already past midnight — his cursed energy burns, his veins have been throbbing ever since that thing wormed it's way into your lives and stole Suguru from you while he was right there.

Right in front of the kids.

Is love that fear pulling taut at his gut when a gust of wind wisps through the curtains ever so often?

Is love the tightness in his shoulders and the burn in his eyes when he looks at you, at what he has and what he's lost and what he failed to protect?

Is history repeating itself?

"I can't— I need. . ." He needs to stay awake. He needs to be right here, eyes wide open and waiting for whatever else will come because he knows it will. "I'm not tired, I swear."

Will it come for you next? Megumi? The girls?

Satoru's tea is cold.

The house is quiet.

He was just here. Just a few hours ago, wiping down the counter and sticking his tongue out at you, cheeks plastered with sanrio stickers and doodles in sharpie, scolding you and Satoru about what sweets not to buy.

Satoru's breaths can't keep up, your hair is falling loose and Suguru's not here to tie it.

Love is the awareness of all those gaps, the cracks in the spaces that were so full of him.

"Then I'm not tired either." You affirm, tucked into Satoru's side, the soft tick of the clock above the mantle echoes in the dim room, your heartbeat slows. "I'm staying with you."

Do you notice those gaps in between your consciousness, Suguru?

Do you feel the emptiness of a soul without a body?

Do you carry us in those threads of awareness, all the strands of us that fill you?

Will you fight that thing until we come for you?

"He's ours." It's never been a question. From limb to organ. "He's ours, and we'll get him back."

Love is the unconscious state we reside in, where it's only you, him and me.

i had thoughts and this is purely stream of consciousness from my notes app ngl, but this is part of the “oh no kenny takes sugu’s body” canon event that’ll be expanded on

for now i leave tsr babes with this drabble <33

[true-blue-sonic]

How would you describe Silver's personality now?

I think the biggest change I've been going through over the past year or so is that I've begun seeing Silver as a much more self-reliant and serious character. When I look at my fic New Beginnings, for example, Silver is heavily dependent on Espio and acts quite childish and insecure. And that's an insecurity the games handle much more nuanced than what I wrote, in my opinion. Like, in Japanese in '06 Blaze doesn't call Silver insecure when he's alone; instead she uses a term that describes someone running wild without thinking the consequences through, iirc. To me, that shows Silver as someone perfectly capable of taking initiative and knowing what he wants, as opposed to doubting himself constantly and not knowing that, so to say. And in Belong, my very first fic, he's also quite down and pessimistic about the future being in ruins. Considering the fact Silver's reaction to Blaze sacrificing herself in his place was wiping at his eyes a bit, I think he'd react with much more desire to make things right rather than be upset about things being wrong.

With that changed perspective in mind, I'd say that the main cornerstones of Silver's personality are:

His strong sense of justice (he will move heaven and earth to make a wrong situation right);

Bravery and never giving up even in the most dire of circumstances, endless determination for tasks both small and big. Not immune to moments of self-doubt when the circumstances have become truly dire or his worldview has been shaken entirely, but he easily finds his determination again and keeps going until the bitter end without ever giving up;

A sense of optimism and faith in himself that he can turn even the most impossible situation around;

Perceptive and good at combining little details and things that don't exactly add up to find the truth (most notably in the Rivals games, also a bit in TSR). Doesn't fall for the same trick twice (Eggman Nega in Rivals 2).

Bluntness and rudeness (especially to those he deems against him, but also friends on occasion). Will be short with and rude to people, mock them, disregard them, and shoot down their statements without listening if he thinks they're in his way. Not afraid of telling people to shut up (Rivals 2). Notably, even Sonic noted Silver got on his nerves once and Knuckles explicitly calls Silver rude (Rivals 1).

In a similar vein, haughty about his abilities and strength. Not above trash-talking and sneering at people he deems below him, and one-upping others. It helps that his PK is a terrifying force to be reckoned with (e.g. Meteor Smash in Generations or him stopping a beam from the Eclipse Cannon with his Shield of Light in a Sonic Channel Story, or lifting up tons of weight from a broken stone bridge with his PK for some time in another).

A rather black-and-white worldview which makes him overly honest, because what he's saying is the truth. However, The TruthTM tends to be quite outrageous with him involved, so people don't always believe him. Cue bluntness and rudeness, haha.

And kind! Silver's got a heart of gold underneath his ruder traits. He'll never let anyone suffer if he can help it. He wants to protect the smiles of the people in the future above all and is helpful and sweet towards his friends.

I'd say those are the main ones!

[sokkastyles]

What's even shittier about this statement is the idea that Zuko has "surpassed" Iroh by being willing to forgive Azula even though she is still very much trying to hurt him.

NO

Zuko is kind and incredibly compassionate and his willingness to accept Azula in his life after all she's done even though she isn't the teensiest bit sorry is an example of that compassion, but

You do not get to take advantage of that compassion by implying that it's an obligation. It absolutely is not.

This is why people who say Aang was right in TSR and Azula apologists are often aligned with each other, because they spout the same bullshit about how victims of violence are bad if they don't take it with a smile on their face.

And you know what? Uncle Iroh isn't even anywhere near as harsh on Azula as she deserves. He says she needs to go down and tells Zuko that he needs to defeat her to save the world in the finale, but some people act like he has some kind of bitter grudge against her when he doesn't, and the comics show that he is in support of healing for her.

I think Azula would absolutely shrink away in shame if she ever really met someone who wouldn't forgive her and wouldn't give her as many chances as Zuko, Iroh, and the gaang do.

Listen....I don't care how old the person is, or how they're related to me, if someone tried- and nearly succeeded in killing me, I no longer feel an obligation to care about their humanity. It is madness to me that people insist that Iroh owed Azula anything after that, and to say that he was even a little wrong for saying she was "crazy and needed to go down" is mind boggling to me. I don't care that Ehaz was a writer- one of the best writers on the show. He is WRONG about Azula.