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#fic: rise & fall
It's such a cruel thing to be afraid of yourself.
Even though Ed is realistically one of the least violent characters in a show about violent pirates, and we're beaten over the head with that over and over again, he's horrified by his capacity for violence at the same time as he often feels he's defined by it. He's getting so much better by the end of season 2, but he's internalized a view of himself as a hyper-violent monster to the point where that's just not going to be going away overnight.
I imagine Ed measuring their strides as he and Stede walk down to the market, trying to reassure himself that Stede could outrun him if he needed to. He tells Stede that he's hiding their old stock of weapons under the bed just in case of an emergency and puts them all under Stede's side so Stede would reach them first. Having those bad moods that all people have and worrying that he should hide himself away or try to restrain himself somehow, because obviously he'd never ever want to hurt Stede, but he's been told over and over again that he's insane and erratic, so he can't trust how he feels. Keeps his meals light because it'll be safer for everyone if he's weak.
And I imagine all those fears and that self-hatred slowly getting chipped away. Stede asks him to give him a tattoo, when Ed waffles about how it might hurt a bit Stede laughs and says "you'd never hurt me." Bringing home a tiny scrap of a kitten he found shivering out in the rain, looking at that tiny thing in his hands and realizing it's not afraid of him and it has no reason to be. Having a stupid domestic spat and realizing that neither of them even really raised their voices at each other, just got a bit bitchy for twenty minutes and then apologized.
Just...getting to see that he's a gentle man and not a monster.
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sapphoscompanion · 11 months
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i was rewatching episode 5 for edit purposes and i realised something.
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here lydia is talking about the kiss, but it has a deeper meaning.
i can’t get out of my mind the fact that yes, she found cynthia annoying from the start, but it was the endearing kind of annoying. (or maybe that’s just my ship goggles.) because if you look back at episode 3, the first time they meet, and pay close attention to the expressions lydia makes in the background when the drama teacher is telling cynthia that she’s now a martian, there's no trace of hate or disgust.
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like, hello?? that’s flirting. (or maybe i would just swoon if someone looked at me like that.) and what about their rivarly?
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does this look like she’s angry at cynthia? to me, she seems mildly annoyed, but also interested. no one’s ever questioned her, and now this butch comes along and proves her wrong. but lydia doesn’t really understand how she feels about cynthia yet. she tries to re-establish her power in episode 4, but cynthia once again overthrows her.
and now yes, she is angry, and confused. ever since cynthia’s joined drama club she has brought nothing but chaos in the established hierarchy, and in lydia’s mind: why can’t she stop thinking about her?
is it hate, mere superficial attraction (see the “flirting” above), or something more?
she has to get it over with, quickly. “the quicker you get something over with, the less of a deal it becomes in your mind”. she needs to put a stop to these thoughts: what’s the quickest way to?
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stage kisses are meaningless. she obviously isn’t crushing on cynthia, just like she felt nothing for all the people she kissed on stage. thus the straightforward scientific experiment: she’ll kiss cynthia, she’ll be sure she feels nothing, and all will go back to normal. she’ll stop obsessing over cynthia. right?
rehearsing romeo and juliet is the best excuse ever. because no one can convince me she didn’t follow cynthia in an empty room (where guests shouldn’t enter) to test her theory, and then jumped at the opportunity. (like why else would she follow them? if not to flirt? which to her means bullying them, because she’s a mean lesbian.)
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but her plan backfired. and now she knows she’s got an actual crush. on cynthia.
while cynthia, sweet cynthia, thinks they just love acting.
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batty-pham · 7 months
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Daily BatPham Fic Rec
Oct 5
One Fall, Two Rise
By Rottenest
Tags: Danny and Damian are twins, ghost king Danny, Bruce Wayne is a good parent, hurt/comfort, bad parents Jack and Maddie, identity reveal
Wordcount: 65,117
Summary: A mission in Fitchburg, Wisconsin. A new, dangerous drug is rumored to be popping up. Damian and Bruce go to investigate. Then everything goes black. Now, Damian's believed to be dead brother is in front of him. TL;DR: Damian goes to a mission in Wisconsin, almost dies then wakes up with his dead brother standing in front of him.
Complete: no
Yet another twin Dami and Danny fic- can you tell I have a favorite troupe?
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erzbethluna · 1 year
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Hi everyone! 🥰
Well, I think this is one of my favorite pieces i've drew in a while 🥺💖 specially because of Simon's face. It was hard to paint, but I think we did it! Also, Baz. All of him 😭✨
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The whole scene is one I truly loved and enjoyed and felt honoured to represent!! This is for chapter 9 of "The Rise and Fall of Us"
Thank you @confused-bi-queer for letting me draw for your story, you know how much I love it!! 💖🤩😭 Best team ever!! ✨
If you want a very scromptious slow burn, filled with angst, Hurt comfort and in a beautiful and intense dancing company setting, please check this story!! If you are not reading it already, what are you doing with your life?? 🧐
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liketwoswansinbalance · 2 months
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Cover reveal for an upcoming fic.
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kay-elle-cee · 10 months
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A restless waves rise and fall microfic (series). 🏴‍☠️ Pirate Jily AU. @jilymicrofics June Prompt 29: Pocket || 652 Words
James couldn’t say he understood why his first mate had him pressed up against the wall of his cabin, but as her fingers worked through his hair and her lips danced with his, he couldn’t say that he much cared to understand.
Her tongue swipes along his bottom lip, inviting him for more, and all he knows for certain is that even if he’s unsure about the how, he’s definitely not upset about it.
When Lily had followed him down from the quarterdeck, he had heard her angry footsteps and imagined he'd be in for some sort of argument regarding his sudden unwillingness to sail East. (Ever since the psychic at the last port had spooked him with tales of misfortune in the stars, he'd been wary of every single one of his choices).
That had, however, not been the case—for when James opened the doors to his private quarters (their private quarters, honestly), he had barely had time to round on her before his back was against the door, her lips on his in a frankly unexpected frenzy.
James was unsure of the cause, yes, but it didn't take him long to shrug it off and gladly give in. His fingers gently trace the line of her jaw and the shiver he receives in return causes him to grin against her lips.
His hands fall to her waist and pull her flush against him, their daytime moments so rare between ship duties that he craves as much of her as possible in this moment, however brief it's likely to be. Kissing down the side of her neck, he earns a contented sigh from her lips as one hand plays lazily in the hair at the nape of his neck and the other trails tantalizingly down his chest, causing his heart to race.
Her sighs urge him on and his hands begin to roam—from her hips to her waist to tangling in her hair, James' only thoughts are of the woman in his arms, her wandering hand featherlight around his hips. Reclaiming her mouth with his own, he plays with the ties at the neck of her shirt before he feels a quick move of her hand and then the chill of the air in the absence of her in his arms.
Blinking in confusion, he sees her in front of him with his compass in hand (the compass he had put in his bloody pocket, the minx), the smirk on her face only made more attractive by the flush of her cheeks and the mark on her neck he had put there.
"We're going East," she says, brow raised as if daring his defiance. He doesn't dare—he knows she's right, knows it's the smartest option for all onboard.
Groaning good-naturedly, he rests his head back against the wall with an exasperated smile. "You used me," he accuses playfully.
Her shoulders drop and she steps towards him again, drawing his attention to those eyes that sparkle brighter than any treasure they'd come across in their explorations. There's a mixture of admiration and amusement in their depths. "Never." She rises on her toes, bringing her lips to his for a long, tender kiss. His arms find their way around her waist and he's pulling her in again, bending her backwards with his height and his fervor until they both tug away, breathing heavily.
"So...East?" he breathes, and he delights in the way his voice—low and charged—makes her shiver. She nods enthusiastically, and he watches the unsteady rise and fall of her chest, revels in the flush of her skin.
"Yeah. Let me just—" she waves the compass around to finish her sentence and he steps away from the door. Her body halfway out of the room, she quickly turns to face him, breathless. "Don't...go anywhere, aye?"
"Aye aye, Lily," James nods with a cheeky grin, closing the door behind her quickly retreating frame.
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noecoded · 1 year
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If you could have any Asmo/reader fic what would be the things you would want from it? like an ideal fic would contain what tropes or AUS or situations or whatever
uhmm anything wellwritten that characterizes asmo similar to the way i do ! i rlly like character exploration , both more serious stuff & just sillycute...anything where asmo is a little cunning and toxic and also gets railed into oblivion.anything where hes a vampire. ill write a tag essay about the specifics
#xreaders are too unrelatable for me usually .. im aroace and the only relationship dynamics that r rlly interesting to me r likee#toxic or tumultuous...i think in many asmo fics hes just very one note or like not a complex love interest .which is fine because hes like#that in the game but i am especially drawn to fics where the author has their own kind of unique take on it. nuance. etc#it's really interesting to see situations in which asmo kind of reaps the consequences of shitty behavior or struggles with parts of himsel#f he doesnt like. not just in like ohhh im insecure sobsob but like deeprooted issues & patterns thought processes that come with being a d#demon that maybe clash with human morality or ideals...like what if he sees human lives as generally more disposable because hes lived for#so long?? what would a fic be like about him wanting a fling with a human that ends up taking apart their life but to him its just a fun#little romance without any real consequences or commitment?? even if he was obsessed w them professing his undying love etc etc he could ge#t bored and drop it anytime and outlive them by millions of years and forget...& how does a human love an entity like that? how could the r#relationship look anything close to normal ever...anyway i like fics that touch on questions like this theyre kind of rare though#this all being said i def dont think asmo is completely evil💭 nuance#at work so im literally just wasting time by thinking about this rn but this was like the asmotoni dynamic its too interesting to me#asmotoni is like this in my head but on papwr i just draw them fucking witj bunny ears sorry#this doesnt even answer ur question really. if i could write a fic rn it would be like 200k word emo band au that isnt xreader or a romance#fic it would just be asmo beel belphie as humans starting a band and their rise and fall etc ive been thinking abt that plot nonstop
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basuralindo · 3 months
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YHMR chapter 20 finally up!!
Thank you all for being so patient with the updates lately, I've been impatient to get this one finished, but here it is at last! More commentary under the cut
-So, I guess everyone has their own unique approach to consent when it comes to Jamil. Azul, who's both horrified at the idea of unintentionally forcing Jamil into something and so over being the one begging for scraps of attention from people who find him repulsive, has decided to wait stubbornly for Jamil to prove what he wants by coming to him. Floyd, being Floyd, figured "why is everyone playing chess with this when I can just make him tell me what he wants straight up?". And Jade… having taken notes from both of their stories and observations, decided that Jamil couldn't be trusted to give an honest answer and therefore the most efficient and surefire way around it was to push him past his comfort level and see what he acts like when he's lying.
-Joke's on Jade, Jamil is also Very Aware of microexpressions, and can catch his subtle changes in demeanor just as well.
-I know I've mentioned the idea of Jade having sensory issues before, but now I'm adding touch repulsion because I just can't get enough drama (or representation tbh. I've seen like three touch repulsed characters in my entire life).
-believe it or not, I actually try hard to make sure not every character is perfectly capable of raising a single eyebrow. Jamil kinda does it in canon, and also just seems like the type who'd master the art of annihilating people with a single judgy expression since he can't talk back. There's no way Floyd wouldn't figure out how, and no way Jade would let him be the only one capable. So really that just left Azul as the only one in the relationship who can't, and that feels like it'd be exactly his luck.
-Was the oral agreement kiss a happy coincidence, or did Jade introduce the term in the hopes of getting Jamil to say "oral"? That's for him to know
-Jamil at it again with the modified curses for basic household tasks. Maybe I'm reaching but I feel like it makes a decent metaphor for everything he could so easily be, vs everything he's had to put effort into contorting himself to become.
-Alsoooo I know the fish are all good cooks, but considering how different food prep must be on the surface, and the way Jade is shown to be very formulaic with new projects and how Azul just, IS, I imagine they started out approaching surface cuisine through research and carefully following recipes, and there's bound to be a lot of practical tricks that they aren't experienced with yet. Which is to say, watching human cooks break rules and wing it with recipes must be new and interesting for them, because while they probably have some theories on how things could work if they tweaked it (like in Floyd's chef vignette), they probably haven't had much time to experiment as much yet
-I'm picturing Jade making the aprons for everyone, half as a joke. Azul's is designed to be cute enough to be embarrassing, but still fitting his tastes enough that he can tell Jade put real thought into it, and Azul loves it for the gesture despite the teasing. He would never let another soul know it exists, and will die when he finds out Jamil's seen it. Floyd's was something Jade knew he would love the second he saw the fabric (it's inspired by this tourist shirt I found)
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flowercrown-bard · 10 months
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Sea may rise/Sky may fall - Chapter 1/13 is finally up on AO3 :D
summary:
“What happens if I don’t kiss him?” His hands twisted together, before they became eerily still. A part of him already knew the answer, but he still needed to hear it out loud. “You die,” the siren said simply, no preamble, no way of softening the blow. “You die and this time there will be no saving you.” She turned away, but Jaskier could see the tears glistening in her eyes. “Can you promise me that that won’t happen?” she pleaded. “Can you promise me that your witcher loves you enough to save your life?” Jaskier didn’t reply. His lips twisted into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “When can I meet that sorceress of yours?”
OR: During a disastrous siren-hunt, Geralt watches Jaskier drown. What he doesn't know is that Jasker didn't fully die but transformed into a siren instead. After a year of loneliness, guilt and longing, Jaskier makes a deal with a mage to regain his human shape. But as we all know, the chance to spend a little more time with Geralt again, comes at a deadly cost...
tag list (please tell me if you would like to be added or removed from this. No hard feelings if you’re not interested in this fic. this is jsut the only tag list from one of my other fics): @spookylostboy @justablobfish @karolincki  @flosimo @rebrandedbard @hollowxo @silvertonguelover @inanoldhousewrites @yaskefer @emotional-support-fandom @fandoms-princess @kore888 @fen-thenobling @geraskier-thots @strippiluolamies @sharinalein @slumberingcorpse @elle-ja-bell @bellathecatastrophe @hockles @fangirlwithoutinspiration @ban-aard @mothmanismyuncle @pitrsattabhaadmeinjao @longdeadtemple @ cristianoreblogo
also, look @dhwty-writes it’s finally happening lmao
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today's drawing update (this is the last update) is brought to you by me thinking making them coloured like emotions from inside out just, wouldn't work... so i'm gonna slowly fill all of them in with the appropriate colours uwu
when Jack is not driving, I believe that Merida is, but I don't 100% remember if that's accurate to my fic ( i would have to re-read myself, and honestly my brain is out of juice for that haha)
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some-rotten-nest · 11 months
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Blood in Broad Daylight Chapter 18 lets go! We continue with Danny's POV
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sequestering · 11 months
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thinking fondly today about how good fic is at lovingly preserving little, largely inconsequential aspects of fandom culture, tiny flies in amber. this one's got a reference to greg wyshynski writing the puck daddy blog. here's a wink at deadspin's sleaze. there's a nod to the 31 thoughts podcast. maybe one day i'll be re-reading an old favourite and have a nostalgic smile about references to the athletic
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erzbethluna · 2 years
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"God, I want to kiss him so badly. If I could, I would. If I leaned into him, just a little bit, it would be so easy to kiss him; we’re so close. So painfully close. Our legs are tangled, our hips are pressed together, his chest is bumping into mine, going up and down quickly." "...I want to kiss him, I want to kiss him, I want to kiss him. Our noses are already touching anyway, what’s half inch less between our mouths? The need of kissing him, of pressing myself against him even more makes me lose my mind, making me burn harder for Snow." "The Rise and Fall of us" Chapter 5 - - - - - You have no idea how proud I am of @confused-bi-queer, this is the delivery of her amazing work on "The Rise and Fall of Us", her Ballet AU we all need in our life!! The burning, the yearning, the dark drama and beautiful depictions of truly amazing moments are chef kiss, I'm so hooked in this story you have no idea!!! Please check it, and I hope you like my rendition of a beautiful scene for chapter 5!! :') I'm proud of us Lee!!!!
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liketwoswansinbalance · 5 months
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Man's Fallibility & Immortality
I found a practically perfect song, by my interpretation, to add to my Rise to Fall playlist. (I haven't cleaned up/updated the playlist fully, so I'm not posting the whole thing yet, but I think this particular song warrants its own post.)
First, listen to the song: Nothing's New - Rio Romeo
Then, what follows below is something of a tragedy-analysis, abstract, meta-thing/omniscient prose narration experiment. I don't know what it is—an outpouring of thoughts. It may strike a similar chord as my narration at the end of Simony and its epilogue.
(Simony was a prediction fic I wrote before the publication of Fall. An extremely erroneous one though. I still think it could work, but oh, how wrong I was.
The direction Soman took the plot in, just, it was unpredictable, even if I did enjoy the book. I still like Rise better than Fall though, of the duology. If Rise had just ended at the point of: Vulcan is dead, Rafal tortures his students, and the brothers gradually learn to trust each other again, that would've been nice and comforting, honestly. But no, substitutes, substitutes, substitutes! On both sides. Drives me insane. Ack! But, I have four, short fics planned that have alternate endings to Rise and to Fall, to make up for it. Well, one of them is so far a little longer, three chapters long.)
If anyone wants me to analyze the actual lyrics more closely, I'm willing to do that too!
The tales.
They are all the same.
Good winning, Evil winning.
What difference does it make after centuries, really?
Everything probably feels numb and empty after a certain point.
Like nothing matters anymore.
Undiluted apathy after that certain point.
When? I've lost track.
When losses and victories all ring hollow, and all sound the same.
The End.
That's all It wrote.
The sum of lives distilled down to ink and illustrations.
Nothing beyond that. No life, no spark.
What more is there? When nothing will ever satisfy the restless souls, not even an Ending all to themselves.
Just pages that will yellow with time even if the stories themselves are timeless because nothing changes.
Nothing ever changes.
There's no evolution.
Every tale is the same.
It becomes nothing after nothing, not victory after victory, when you're ageless like we are.
And how, if that's how it is?
Why bother?
Why bother at all?
It's a cycle that continues, with or without the brothers.
Ceaseless.
So, why should it matter?
It's the same with or without them.
Their position was always ceremonial.
After a while, anyone becomes tiring. Anyone.
And one person just isn't enough, when you have no one else.
No one else to shield you.
It gets old. The love just... fades, and wears out.
Perhaps, human love can only span for so long, and that's why humans are mortal.
Made mortal, and no one should traverse beyond that.
It always leads to hubris, and then, a fall.
An unnatural fear of death trained into them, when limits were never set, when power was never checked, when they expected to have all the time in the world.
Nothing is built to last. At least, not by the Storian.
It does whatever it pleases.
You can't extend a life past its time.
It will always end in ruin. Isn't that the lesson the storybooks teach?
A cautionary tale.
Again and again, the cycle continues.
Every failed holy-grail of immortality, every spilled cup drawn from the fountain of youth, every cursed head of lettuce, every white snake, every chalice of sleeping draught that led to execution after execution, every baptism that succumbed to primordial wickedness, every impoverished fisherman's hovel?
Why not a tale about two brothers?
One where two are felled.
To caution against mortal greed that even immortality can't peel away.
To caution against always wanting more until you're left with nothing.
Nothing at all.
Just like how you can't truly resurrect anyone as who they once were, you can't revive the soul that a person once was.
And you can't play at being God because it defies the rules of nature.
And all that we know about transience and permanence and how ephemeral everything else is.
Everything but Man, who vies to leave a legacy wherever he goes, at any price, even at the cost of his soul, not life.
Now, I do wonder if I made anyone emotional? I certainly tried this time around, to be a provocateur like Soman is. Tell me what you think, if you want.
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kay-elle-cee · 9 months
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Fic Author Self-Rec Tag
Thank you for the tag, @charmsandtealeaves! I think the last time I was tagged I only actually had 5 fics, so I suppose I actually have to make choices this time. 😅 Will be listing in no particular order.
When you get this, reply with your 5 favourite fics that you've written. Then pass it on to five other writers. Spread some self love.
Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting) || 14k. Oneshot. Rated M. Sirius, Lily, and James deal with the fallout of the events from the end of 5th year.
No one is surprised by this one. The idea for this fic is what pulled me back into writing and will forever have my whole heart.
restless waves rise and fall || 48K. Complete. Rated T. Pirate AU In which James Potter is a gentleman pirate and Lily Evans is his loyal but vastly more competent First Mate.
My first completed multichap AND my first AU <3 RW Jily has a hold on me after this and I love them with all my heart. I briefly wrote for the POTC fandom years ago so this was just like....a very fun cross-section of my interests.
A Thrill Divine, Down My Spine || 2k. Oneshot. Rated T “You know what I'm getting at — you're like a really good thing personified. Take a compliment Potter, God.” She turns on her stool to face him, sliding one of the firewhiskies his way. Or: Two totally platonic friends get drinks after a rough day.
This came about so suddenly and was so fun to write...it was just really enjoyable to write something light and flirty!
Echoes of a Love Lived || 13.7K. Complete. Rated T. A collection of Jilytober ficlets.
A huge undertaking for me, but it was a great opportunity to kind of play around with styles and POVs and I'm really proud of these little moments.
When Resiliency Shatters || 1k. Oneshot. Rated M James and Lily grapple with isolation in the week after undergoing the Fidelius Charm.
I delighted in writing this kind of sorrow with a cheerful holiday background. Also, I just really enjoyed getting to write a moment where James' whole personality is thrown for a loop and we see him kind of stumble numbly through life.
Tagging @sunshinemarauder, @possessingtheproperspirit, @emeralddoeadeer @wearingaberetinparis and @uncertainwallflower if you feel up for it!
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screwnames-ihatenames · 5 months
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Donnie deserves to scream at the top of his lungs in any technodrome fic I don’t want NONE of this quiet suffering where he passes out in private or some shit no I want it to be mid battle or during a nice lunch where everything was going well compared to the past events and the bitch fucking SCREEAAAAMS not a silent one no passing out no not yet make him scream for like a whole minute catching everyone off guard and THAN he passes out thank you very much no more silent in private bullshit make this bitch be going out with April, leo, Mikey, IDC and fall to his fucking knees and screech scream shriek make it sound inhumane make it sound to human MAKE IT SOUND LIKE A MIXTURE OF BOTH BUT NO MORE SILENT PAIN IM SICK OF IT
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