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#Destined Child
brucenorris007 · 3 months
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POW.
Shadow winced from where he lay on the ground, still collecting the strength to put his feet under him. Sonic took the full brunt of Knuckles' fist to the face and careened through the air; the hedgehog smashed into–rather, through–a pillar before lodging in a wall.
And that, more than anything, spoke to the depths of the illness gripping the echidna; he wasn't taking any care whatsoever to avoid damaging the island and its ruins.
Shadow swore under his breath; even in his nonverbal, berserk state, Knuckles still retained the presence of mind to track Shadow's chaos energy signature, making surprise attacks virtually impossible.
"Heh. . ."
Shadow briefly took his eyes off Knuckles to glance over his shoulder. Unfazed–or at least undaunted, since he was sporting a new streak of crimson in his quills, courtesy of a bleeding head wound–Sonic leapt out of the wall. Though interspersed with the odd cough, he nonetheless laughed.
"Damn, Red!" He said. "I didn't think even you could hit that hard!"
Knuckles, as ever, didn't give any verbal response. The echidna groaned, swaying on his feet a moment before whipping his head from side to side, growling. A few of the verdant crystalline shards spreading over his body fell from his dreads.
Shadow watched Sonic's usual, confident smile slide away in real time; his eyes turned sad.
"Aw, buddy," he sighed. "You're really sick, aren't'cha?"
"Did you think I was exaggerating?" Shadow asked dryly.
Sonic shook his head, holding out a hand toward Shadow. Knuckles strafed slowly round them from a distance, shoulders and fists subtly moving all the time.
"Pass me one of your rings," Sonic said. "We'll go with your plan."
Shadow took the inhibitor ring off his right wrist and passed it over. He didn't know exactly how it would interact with Knuckles compared to his manufactured body, but it might at least suppress some of the excess energy he was bleeding off and calm him down.
They–and the island–couldn't handle a rampaging guardian indefinitely.
Sonic gripped the ring, his other hand bracing against the ground as he dropped his head and canted his weight forward; his legs flew into motion behind him like a revving engine, the pitch of the sound reaching higher and higher.
"I'll put him to sleep," he said. "You just make sure he wakes up later."
Shadow nodded, pushing onto his feet and steeling himself. He'd have to split his focus between accounting for the control of his chaos energy normally handled by the inhibitor ring and trying to somewhat keep pace. He wasn't sure how much help he'd be until Sonic secured the ring on Knuckles; he was still loathe to admit it aloud even after so many years, but he'd accepted that he couldn't move as fast as Sonic.
"Sorry, Knux." Sonic whispered.
Fft.
Sonic's knee slammed into Knuckles' jaw; the island guardian staggered in slow-motion.
Crack.
The thunderclap didn't come until a full second later.
The aftershock nearly took Shadow off his feet.
BOOM.
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Friendship never dies in FNAF..
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guardian-of-da-gay · 10 months
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simpler times
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goryhorroor · 2 years
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horror + middle fingers
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the-one-that-weeps · 26 days
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I need people to start showing more traumatized Toya to me. He is not one of the most abused characters in pjsk for nothing.
Make him have a breakdown over not being able to open a popcorn bag (he's never done it before), watch him collect the little blobs with tears in his eyes when he opens it the wrong way.
Make him lock all the doors behind him (he was never allowed to) just in case someone bad comes in. Just in case he gets kicked out for good.
Make him jealous of the littlest bits of affection; of the hugs and kisses and frolicking that parents do with their children (he never needed it anyway, so why did it hurt so bad?)
Make him hitch, make him flinch, make his eyes bloodshot like those of a sacrificial lamb. Make sure he knows he's not safe. Make him wait for it with white knuckles and soundless steps.
Make him struggle with tying his shoes (nobody ever taught him how to).
Make Vbs tell him they'll teach him. All these little insignificant things that shouldn't matter— they'll teach him. They'll take care of him. They'll support him through it all.
Make Toya Aoyagi suffer — but most importantly — make him heal.
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galedekarios · 3 months
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if you are trying to whiteknight mystra, maybe, just maybe, don't blame the child she groomed or try to argue that grooming actually exists on a spectrum
or say that gale already had a bit of an ego before he was found by elminster and chosen by mystra, i just
like idk what to tell you, but... he was around eight years old when that happened...... that'd translate to second/third grade,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
and that might have to do something with the consequent actions he took over the years and growing up into an actual adult.............
just a thought..........................................................
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lgbtlunaverse · 9 months
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I have been thinking on the nature of mdzs as a deliberately vague text that leaves many things up to interpretation, and how i've slowly come to understand "up for interpretation" less as "there is One True version of this story i must find" and not even as " Everyone has a different One True Version of this story inside their head be based on their interpretations and the differences don't make one wrong and the other right" but as "There is no One True Version. Even in my own subjective interpretation of the text multiple things can be true at once" specifically, in regard to Jin Guangyao and the many things which are left up in the air as to whether he did them or not, most notably killing his son.
There's evidence for this, but it's non conclusuve (jgy saying he killed him while also saying he killed Qin Su, who very much killed herself. The speculations on how he'd have killed him being sect leader yao just saying shit. ) it is, esentially, just up in the air enough that if you decisively fall on one side of the debate is probably says more about you and your general opinion of jgy than it does about the "true" events of canon.
I have, as a proud apologist, always fallen on the "he didn't kill him but felt in some way responsible for his death." Side but recently have become more okay with the interpretation that maybe he DID kill him, and that at the very least, that when he tells Qin Su their son "needed to die" he is being genuine. Which, once you look at it beyond. "Is jgy a poor lil meow meow who it is Okay to Like or an irredeemable baby murderer" becomes both INCREDIBLY tragic and deeply interesting. Because here is a man condemned for who his parents were and who wants nothing more than to live, saying that it is possible to be so cursed by your heritage that you need to die. There is no existence for you. The exact same thing that has been said to him.
Of course being born out of wedlock to a sex worker and being a product of incest are different things, but that begs the question: where is the line? What crimes of the father can mean death for the son? How cursed can you be until your existence is so incompatible with society it is you who needs to give? And if there is... where is it? Qin su clearly thought she was past it. Was his son really past it? Is he?
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whatlurksbean · 4 months
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Do you have any ideas on what Ray's personality would've been like, had he lived?
There's never been a version of the story where he lived, so i dont have much thought put into his older self.
I like to think he'd take after Tusk, maybe with some more attitude, but generally good natured.
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jeding-png · 5 months
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I know that everyone is in the mood to go out on the balcony and stare off into the distance after reading a chapter, but... look at Reynold.
He's eating. And he's cute.
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If you're feeling sad, just look at Reynold Eckhart eating a bun.
To make your mood a little better
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downfalldestiny · 9 months
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Unbreakable bonds 🐳 !.
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nelkcats · 1 year
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Son of Assassins
After an argument with the Fentons where they admitted they were not his birth parents, Danny fled town. He kept up his communication with Jazz, Sam and Tucker of course, but he didn't plan to return until he found out his true parentage.
Maybe they had the answer to why Dan had tried to destroy everything during his mourning, was it something genetic that could be activated? or was he imagining it?
His search leads him to Nanda Parbat, a place he has had flashes of memories that are honestly not very good but was necessary in his search for answers. There he meets his biological mother who is quite upset by his presence and hides him before the guards can notice. Danny doesn't get it but considering he invaded a ninja base he guesses she's justified.
Talia confesses that maybe leaving the clone in a small town in the middle of nowhere wasn't the best of ideas. But the boy was too good at training for his own good and if he continued down that path he would be discarded by Ra. And it's not like she could give him to Slade, considering that Slade didn't know of his existence.
Although looking at him closely it was likely that she could fool Bruce into thinking that he was another of his children. It seemed that Slade's serum hadn't activated yet, or his hair would be white and his eyes would be bright green.
Now, how do you explain to a teenager that he is actually a clone destined to be the guard of the future demon head and was saved by her selfish desire to want to give one of his children a childhood?
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brucenorris007 · 7 months
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I’m tentatively in the camp that thinks a lot of Mobians are skeptical or outright disbelieving of the fact that Knuckles is an echidna, barring the main cast. That said, I also like to think about the possibility of a number of adventures or subplots just flat out... not kicking off, or at least kicking off very differently, because the would-be antagonist or antagonist-adjacent takes one look at Knuckles and says “Nope.”
For example...
Conna stole across the plaza and plastered his back to the hospital’s wall. Keeping to the shadows was second nature to him by this point. Swift and silent, he scaled the wall until he perched just outside the southeastern third-story window.
The clan had sent a message once through the crocodile, but Espio had yet to respond. Someone had judged that the chameleon needed a reminder.
shhhh
He slowly slid the window open; perched himself on the sill. 
Paused.
Assessed.
Listened.
He only heard the steady breathing of sleep and a faint buzzing; Espio had thrown in with a bee along with the one called Vector. Just a kid from what Conna recalled. He almost felt the slightest iota guilty–not that he’d let it keep him from doing his job.
The only light source in the room save the ambient moonlight were the hallway bulbs artificial rays coming through a plexiglass window in the door; footsteps told him someone was about to walk past. He eased his weight forward, dropping one foot down in time with the passersby briefly blocking out the light coming from the entrance.
Snap.
Conna froze.
His hackles jumped.
His instincts blared.
A chill seized his spine.
Someone saw him.
Muscles locked, one foot hovering less than an inch off the floor, he swept his eyes over the room; he didn’t even dare move his head.
His gaze locked with another’s.
Sitting in a chair directly in the path of the filtered light, someone watched him; the kid strewn across their lap, positioned twice as many paces from the patient bed as Conna was from the window.
Dreadlocks. Spiked knuckles. Short snout.
And red.
Conna stared. Purple pupils stared back; piercing, unflinching, daring.
Conna’s foot retracted to the sill.
shhhh
The window slowly slid back down again.
He fell like a stone into the nearest bush.
He gasped; remembered how to breathe.
And bolted.
‘That was an echidna.’
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velvet4510 · 1 month
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bluebutterflyrose · 3 months
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Incorrect Quotes!
Reynold: Winter and I are no longer friends.

Winter: REYNOLD THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!
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kuroneko1815 · 9 months
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Penelope does therapy… on Callisto
Callisto: so why do I have to do this?
Penelope: It’s to heal your inner child
Callisto: What’s there to heal?
Penelope looking at her charts: according to reports, you have large scale emotional outbursts, destructive tendencies such as mass murder, an inability to explain your feelings, and a fear of abandonment when it comes to your relationships.
Callisto: My outbursts are within the normal range, so what if a few kingdoms fell? That’s normal. Mass murder is not a destructive tendency, it’s a way of blowing off steam and a fun past time. Who needs feelings anyway? And what are you talking about? I feel no such sense of fear.
Penelope: So if I left and…
Callisto panics: What? Why are you leaving me? Princess, no! Don’t leave me!!! (Clings to her.)
Penelope: You were saying? I was going to say I was going to the Duchy for a bit.
Callisto: That’s mean! Why are you going to leave me?!?
Penelope writes on her chart: Yeah, you definitely need it.
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Penelope: Okay, first close your eyes and focus on my voice, take three deep breaths.
Callisto, holding Penelope’s hands, tightly in fear, does as he’s told.
Penelope: Tell me one thing you smell
Callisto: Your scent
Penelope: One thing you hear
Callisto: Your heartbeat
Penelope: Huh? How?
Callisto: Dragon hearing
Penelope: Okay, moving on… one thing you feel
Callisto: Your hand
Penelope frustrated: One thing you taste
Callisto puts her hand up and licks it: You
Penelope: …
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Penelope: That was a bust, lets try the next one, nurturing your creativity
Callisto: So why paints and paper?
Penelope: try them
Callisto hesitantly touches the paint: Eww
Penelope: What? You’re used to blood and mud but not paint
Callisto: But it’s wet and sticky
Penelope: So’s blood
Reynold walks in: Cool, paints! (Starts painting a stick man of himself standing over everyone as the supreme champion of all competitions and as the ultimate knight)
Callisto eventually gives in to Penelope’s look and draws himself standing over the corpses of his dead enemies and explains it. The other side of the painting is taken up with Callisto carrying Penelope with a whole gaggle of their children.
Reynold: That’s lame
Callisto: Oh yeah? What did you draw?
Reynold: It’s Super Reynold and his side kick spider donkey
Penelope as she watches them argue over who had the better painting: …
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Penelope: How about you try collecting something?
Callisto: Oh, well, that’s easy, I already collect a few things
Penelope: Oh, can you show me?
Callisto: Well…
Callisto shows Penelope his collection of swords from his felled enemies, the collection of the flags of the kingdoms he’s defeated, and his Penelope collection, from strands of hair to gifts she’s given him.
Penelope: … no… just… no…
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Penelope: How about we try visualizing things. Think back to your childhood, what would you think would be your ideal childhood
Callisto: Well, I’d have met you earlier as children.
Penelope: That’s sweet but I’d still be a baby, you’re five years older than I am
Callisto: Then, I’ll steal you away as my bride and lock you away from the world, I’ll take care of you of course. And then it would be better if I can sacrifice my half brother to a volcano. And then maybe feed my stepmother to some sharks… hmm… maybe I’d tear down Delman earlier and kill them all…
Penelope: this just took a turn…
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Penelope: Okay, fine, let’s try some journaling
Callisto: Do I have to show it to you?
Penelope: No.
Callisto: I want to show you
Penelope: Okay
Callisto: Today, I saw Penelope again, she looked so pretty…
Callisto continues to wax poetics about her and she’s blushing: And just before I forget, I also executed some rebels and had so much fun.
Penelope: … you are hopeless.
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Penelope: Okay, last one… let’s try playing
Callisto: Oh (Waggles his brows and tries to strip)
Penelope: What are you doing?
Callisto: You said we were going to play. You know, our code word for fun times in bed
Penelope: No! I mean we play with these children’s toys
Reynold who walked in: Wow! I remember these. (Proceeds to play with them)
Callisto: Why didn’t you ever try these on your brother
Penelope: You think he needs to work on his inner child? He never grew up. That’s his natural state. A perpetual child!
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cherrycreamfairy · 5 months
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here she is ladies and germs now granted this isnt exactly how i saw her i could only make out her bangs, her hair piece and skirt so i fixed her up and gave her pink and blue accent colors to help her pop
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