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#what does Ellie want

tanglepelt · 9 months

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Dc x dp idea 97

Danny as phantom storms a justice league meeting accusing Batman of magically sacrificing his son to be his (little sister/daughters) husband. Like I’m picturing Danny portaling and slapping Batman. To make matters worse both Danielle and Damian are only 9.

He can only sense Batman as the father of his new (hopefully temporary) in-law. Who thankfully is still actually human and not dead. The pits cover Talia scent. So he doesn’t know about her. Stinky waters do that you know.

Danny rushed to conclusions the moment frostbite told him what happened.

Bruce is very confused. For starters he doesn’t have a 9 year old son. Secondly he just had not done that.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #justice league #ghost king danny #ghost princess Ellie #i made her 9 #Damian does not know Bruce Wayne is Batman yet #I’m pretty sure he was 10 of i remember right #ra wanted power #what better way to forcibly marry his grandson to the ghost royal family #jazz is back in the realm trying to keep everyone calm #frostbite is very mad #pandora as well #the hunt to break the marriage is on #Danny is not going to just let Damian back easily tho #he won’t let him be in a place where he will be sacrificed again #not okay with him #Bruce is confused #he most certainly doesn’t have a son #Damian did not get unalived #small mercy #royal family is still part human. so he just proofed into the zone #Damian and Dani have like matching tatoos or something #Danny was confused.#frostbite knew what it was

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skoulsons · 1 year

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We know Ellie steals Joel and sarahs picture in game, which means Maria probably did show it to her briefly before putting it back, not knowing Ellie kept note of where it was

I hope there’s a reaction from Ellie to seeing the picture. Of her seeing young Joel. Learning Sarah’s name and smiling. Seeing Joel smiling, considering she hasn’t seen him smile yet, especially not a wide-grinned, teeth showing smile. Seeing how he was a father and connecting the dots of how he is with her now. Hearing from Maria how Joel lost Sarah and her realizing oh, that’s why he is the way he is

#I really just want her to see him smile in that Polaroid and smile at it #bc now she can see what he looks like when he does #the last of us hbo #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams

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abbysthighs · 6 months

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I'm going to say something controversial... I have a bone to pick with Joel. There are a few moments between him and Ellie that bother me.

1) During her birthday, she's excited about the dinosaur book. Joel completely brushes her off. "Um, a book?" He doesn't mirror her excitement. He seems over it.

2) He pushes her into the water, and then criticizes her swimming ability. I firmly believe you shouldn't play pranks on your children. Later, when Ellie and Tommy are out shooting, Tommy holds a branch out of the way so Ellie can walk past. However, he lets her pass without deception.

3) When Joel and Ellie are trying to find guitar strings after entering the hotel, Ellie asks Joel if he's impressed that she was able to get into the building and let him in. He immediately says no and that she's "just too skinny." Your parent should never comment on your body shape or size.

#rant over #what do you think?#I think Ellie wants Joel's approval so badly... she tries to impress him so often... and it seems like she usually does NOT succeed...#I feel for her #tlou2 #tlou2 photomode #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams #ellie and joel #joel and ellie #ellie tlou2 #joel miller #tlou2 flashback #young ellie #the tipsy bison

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thebogmonster · 1 year

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hey tlou fandom i have a psa. guys. as a mental health worker who serves many ppl whove committed violent crimes the way u talk about joel's violent side is very fucking weird. i am seeing people say that what kept living after his attempt on his own life wasn't really joel, saying that he doesn't care about the world, that he's heartless except for ellie. u guys got the wrong fucking message out of this show. the message is not that joel lost his ability to be a good guy after sarah died and therefor he did violent things to survive. the point is that joel is just a person who witnessed a horrible thing that made him try very hard to turn off the part of him thats a good person, and did violent things to survive and those things hurt him now. it is not that ellie is the only thing he is capable of caring about because he just needs a daughter. its that ellie allows, encourages, & requires the caring and good parts of him to resurface while still recognizing the bad parts. she allows him to hold the dichotomy because she requires that he is caring to her and violent to those who want to hurt her and that allows him to accept the contrast within himself.

#joel does the opposite for ellie #he brings out the violent parts of her because she sees what hes had to do to survive and she has an attachment disorder #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo #ellie williams #joel miller #also. i want you so badly to look up the concept of moral injury.#tlou analysis

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imunities · 3 months

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* ᖭི༏ᖫྀ જ⁀➴ JACKSON NPCS PT. 1 aka — a look at some of the residents of jackson that ellie has grown up with or otherwise interacted closely with for the five years that shaped her life in the community. also a possible stepping off point for plotting/interactions if you write ocs that live in jackson and are looking for shared connections !

JACE KENNEDY

1 year older than ellie. he's a good friend of cat's (ellie's ex-girlfriend) and it's through her that they meet. jace has tattoos going all the way up his left arm and is super into 90s rock bands. he'd trade music with ellie, a lot of it being obscure up-and-coming college band tracks that he'd inherited from his parents. he's from missoula, montana and he moved to jackson with his parents when he was 12. he had an older sister and younger brother, both were lost to the infection. he misses them greatly.

today, jace bartends at the tipsy bison and operates a brewery in town, he gives his friends free drinks, but, in return, they also have to try his new drink concoctions. he has a talent for it, so it's usually a win/win all around. when they were 16, ellie pierced his ears for him. he still wears the same black studs today.

even after her and cat didn't work out, jace had never been an asshole to ellie, even if he'd always been more of cat's friend than ellie's. she'd always respected that. they remain on good terms, he's a friendly, familiar face, one she can count on to talk to in large community events that otherwise make her nervous.

WENDY MITCHELL

a patrolman in her mid-30s who was sometimes paired with ellie when she first started patrols. while she was meant to be a mentor, it very quickly became clear that ellie neither needed one nor was particularly interested in having one. instead of babying her, wendy set high standards and made it clear she expected ellie to achieve them. wendy is married to a man named demarcus and has adopted twins, two boys that were orphaned shortly after their birth.

the daughter of a physicist, wendy fostered ellie's interests in space and the natural world, often lending ellie books from her collection — one of, if not the, largest personal library in jackson. wendy is a homebody and an introvert, but a complete gossip. her natural quiet demeanor and warm smile makes her easy to open up to and she is the holder of the secrets of many jackson residents. when she's bored, she likes to stir the pot, masterfully revealing whispers of these secrets to people she knows will spread them. no one has ever traced it back to her.

NANDITHA AKELLA

community organizer and stablehand. joel's age. wanting to carry her own weight upon her arrival to jackson, ellie helped out a lot. this usually meant she was running errands for nanditha. if there's someone who knows everyone in jackson, it's nanditha. the type of person to wake up at dawn to work out, run all of her errands, complete a few hours of work, and help solve a crisis all before 8 am. she helps set up the community carnivals, the seasonal dances, donation drives, and any big event that involves the people of jackson. ellie has spent hours lugging heavy boxes to and fro at her request, and her avid efforts helped to create a safe and amicable relationship.

even when the stables were empty for everyone but nanditha, she allowed ellie to quietly hang out there with the horses, listening to music and drawing in a corner where no one else might find her. she never asked why or who ellie was hiding from and she's never pushed her to talk, even when she noticed a shift in ellie's behavior around her 17th birthday. nanditha has soft but tired eyes, she doesn't speak of her past or how she found her way to jackson, but she'd shown up alone and it'd been clear she'd suffered a great loss. though she will never speak of them, she is the sole survivor of a family of 8, having lost her husband and all of her children. yet, she channels this pain into helping others. she bakes frequently, always giving away pastries and cookies to the community.

DIEGO MORTERO

it's no secret that ellie is reckless, especially not to diego mortero, one of jackson's doctors. he's an expert at his craft, treating minor colds to serious injuries alike for those of all ages with the supplies he's managed to acquire for jackson. him and ellie have a mutually beneficial agreement : she makes a point to go out of her way for any rare medical supplies on her patrol routes, and he doesn't lecture her when she shows up in his office, a little more beat up than normal. he's sarcastic, witty, charismatic, and he lives his life according to a strict set of morals that has led to him never having killed another person, despite the harsh world around him.

he has a husband and he loves his husband's daughter ( born to a previous marriage ) as his own. diego is fifteen years older then ellie and outside of his work as a doctor, he's a social butterfly who knows a large portion of jackson residents between the nights spent at social functions and the days working with the community patients.

without fail, he wins the monthly dart competition every month, though it's rare for him to keep the rotating prize for himself. whether it's an extra case of beer, a brand new pair of workboots, or a newly discovered stash of candy, diego usually gives it up to a good friend, claiming that they will make better use out of it than him.

#* ᖭི༏ᖫྀ [ જ⁀➴ ] : headcanon .#* ᖭི༏ᖫྀ [ જ⁀➴ ] : study .#i think ellie really did end up being a pretty big figure in the community #looking at what we can see in the game there doesn't seem to be a LOT of patrolmen so i imagine almost that whole group is known by most #and i think outside of that ellie likes to stay busy and doesn't want to seem like a burden or a drain of their resources #at least in the early days #so she does a lot around jackson that would naturally have her interacting with other big community names

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julie-su · 10 months

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A Time Called The Great Peace - Chapter 1

Somewhere, a long time ago, in a zone far from our ‘prime’ zone, rests Moebius - the ‘anti-mobius’, if you will. The inhabitants of this zone are each much different from the Mobius we all know, a much more hostile and harsh land. If Mobius is full of brave-hearted, loving souls aching to lend a hand, then Moebius is its stark opposite. Cold, hateful nobodies, cowards looking out for Number One. And in the middle of this anti-Mobius, sits in his living room one Anti-Sonic, known just as ‘Sonic’ to his world, just seven tender years old. At this time, he is waiting for his father, Jules, to return home.

For a being of pure speed, minutes seem to stretch and pool into torturous lengths. If only he could stretch his legs, he thought… Unfortunately for the boy, his mother was at home today; Bernie, his strict, unfeeling, underbearing mother. He was strictly instructed to stay put. You see, with super speed, comes super messes - his mother very much liked her house to stay pristine. He was ne’er allowed to do so much as listen to the radio, for the sound might disturb her. He wondered what the point of even having a radio was, if nobody was allowed to touch it. He wondered for a while, probing the thought with everything in his brain, stretching it out for entertainment fodder, crucially aware of the slowing, maddening seconds. He wondered why he was cursed to be so fast, in a world that forced him to be so slow.

CLACK. K’CHINK. The door! The boy perked up on the sofa, attuned to the sounds of the door unlocking - his father was finally home! He watched as his pops proudly strode through the entrance hall, disrobing his coat and laying it on the coat stand. Jules wandered through the living room, marching on straight past his son. “Dad-” Sonic began, clambering off of the sofa, excited to see his father - it had been a whole month since he had seen him; he didn’t quite understand politics, but he knew that it was supposedly an important tour for his father, spreading peace and goodwill. ‘Beloved Jules, the kindest sweetheart of our time’, Sonic recalled reading on a newspaper clipping. He watched him walk on by, as if he hadn’t heard him. He wondered if his father had trouble hearing, sometimes - dad had never seemed to notice him, until the moment he was tugging on his arm practically begging for attention.

He followed after him, tilting his head. “Dad?” he walked next to him, peering up at him, trying to catch his attention - to no avail. This was swiftly getting old. Impatient, he sped up, running circles around his father, forcing him to pay attention to him. A good plan, really - until, of course, just at this moment, who else but his mother rounded the corner. Of course, of course! She wouldn’t come a minute later, nor a minute earlier - not even in the long time he had spent sitting still, would she walk in, and witness how restrained and patient he had been. She only ever saw him when she deemed he was misbehaving, even though he tried his hardest to be good. “SONIC T. HEDGEHOG. What do you think you are doing to my carpets?” Bernie didn’t quite yell, but to him, it felt like it filled the whole room- no, the whole WORLD.

His feet stopped. His heart stopped. He did not turn to face her. “But, mum…” He began, feeling thoroughly slighted by the world. Why was he always punished for everything? If being a ‘kind sweetheart’ meant so much in this family, how come he never witnessed anyone following suit?

Jules stretched his back, seeming tired. “Dear, can’t you just send him to his room? I’ve had a long day already…” Sonic looked up at him, in disbelief. Why would nobody ever talk to him like he was a person?! He understood that his father was busy, but couldn’t he at least acknowledge his presence? But, his astonishment only lasted for a second, as his mother approached him. Backing up a little, he covered his ears, so that they could not be tugged on. “I CAN TAKE MYSELF!” He hurriedly blurted out, still cupping his ears with his hands. At least, he reckoned, it hurt a lot less to be dragged by the arm, than the ear… Bernie stopped, folding her arms. “You’ll be taking yourself towards a smacked bottom, if you don’t hurry off to your room, young man.”

That was enough for him, walking slowly, as to not further incur her wrath - she hated him running, right? So, he reckoned that walking slowly would make her happy. Wouldn’t it? He stared at the ground, still holding onto his ears. “Boy…” Bernie began, sounding it out as a warning. “If you dare sass me like that,” ENOUGH! He gave up! Anything he could possibly do is the wrong answer! He sped off to his bedroom as fast as his legs could take him, slamming the door.

Cowering under his bed frame, little Sonic waited in fear. His heart pounded in his throat, ears diligently perked in case he may hear the footsteps of his mother following him up the stairs. But, they didn't seem to come. He waited until his bones ached from crouching, until the wooden slats imprinted marks onto his skin, just in case even so much as a creaking floorboard might sound the change in her decision to leave it be. After what felt like an age, he finally, slowly crawled out, his heartbeat regulating out. He didn’t quite feel safe, no - but, he felt the closest thing to it.

He sat on the floor of his room, biting his lip and trying not to cry. ‘Boys don’t cry’, they’d tell him. So, he didn’t cry. No matter how much he wanted to cry, he wouldn’t. He looked out at his window, face red hot. Whatever ‘freedom’ his father was fighting so hard for, he wanted the opposite of it - if that meant that he would be out of this stupid bedroom, in this stupid house. He cracked the window open, slipping out onto the roof, climbing down onto their vacant doghouse, which acted as a step. He reckoned that they wouldn’t even notice his absence - they obviously didn't care for him!

He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, working it all off. He wished his head wasn’t so full of thoughts. He rubbed his eyes, his face full of — SMACK. Forget that… His face was now full of somebody else’s face! “OW!” A young girl’s voice sounded off, now tangled with him. “Watch it, dummy!” Sonic scowled, OF COURSE THE UNIVERSE WOULD THROW SOMEBODY IN FRONT OF HIS EYES WHEN HE TOOK A SECOND TO WIPE ‘EM! “You watch it! I’ve been watching where I was going this whole run, why shouldn’t you?!” He untangled himself, stomping his foot, standoffish.

“‘Cuz I don’t move like a gnat on caffeine!” She giggled a little, finding his insults funny, down to the mannerisms. “I’m Sally. Don’t cross me, my daddy can throw ya in the dungeons! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” she grinned, mimicking a guillotine with her hands. Sonic pouted, not finding it so funny. “I’m Sonic, and I’m NOT a gnat.” He glowered, lowering his head. “I’ll throw YOUR dad in a dungeon! He’s a dumb, stupid king, and I hate him.” he stuck his tongue out, having NONE of this.

She tilted her head, prodding him inquisitively. “Wouldja? Couldja? Wanna do it with me?” she circled around him, skipping as she went.

“What, bump off your da?!” Sonic squinted, not quite following. He didn’t like her already, the poking and prodding was REALLY getting on his nerves. And now she was playing some weird game with him, that he had no interest in following along with. Sally nodded. “Yeah! Really! You’re that speedster kid, right? You have super powers! I hate my daddy.” She clasped her hands behind her back, suddenly pouting herself, drawing circles in the dirt with the toe of her boot solemnly. “I wanna be queen already. It’s not fair! Daddy says I’m too big for my boots, or whatever.” Sonic squinted. “And why should I care about that?!” he raised his head, trying to look down on her, though she was a touch taller than him. “Oh!” Sally looked up, with a sudden grin again. “Cuz you can be my king! C’mon, I can’t do it on my own!” she held onto his arm, pulling it a little. Sonic wrinkled his nose. “Eeeew. And what makes ya think I’d wanna do that?!” he pulled his arm back, in half a mind to run away as fast as he could. BUT, this was the first proper conversation he’d had since he’d lost a battle of wits to the boy down the road again last week, so he reckoned he’d stay a little while longer. “Welllll…” She grabbed his arm again, thinking about it as she leaned up against him. “Your dad is Mister Jules, right?” He squinted sceptically at her, wondering where she was going with THIS, now. “Yeah, why? What’s it to ya?” She looked around, then back at him. “Don’t ya get sick of him? Don’t ya wanna tell HIM what to do?” He half-shut his eyes, bored with this conversation. “No.” He thought a little more, thinking such a thought, that he was sure he would be punished when he got home. “... But I do wanna tell my ma what to do.”

Grinning with near malice, Sally tugged on his arm. “Kings can tell anyone what to do, right? Ya get what I’m sayin’?” Sonic’s eyes widened. “What?” he felt like he was being bestowed too much power, all at once. Could she even do that? The chipmunk girl in front of him CERTAINLY was the princess. Would the universe even allow this for him? “...Are you always this stupid, or did you just get brained knocking into me?” she looked sarcastically at him. He scowled. “No, not that! I get it! But-” he himself looked around, nervous. “Is that… Allowed?” the edge of his mouth was showing the start of a grin, but he wouldn’t allow it just yet.

“I mean-” she put a palm to her face, as she had seen her own father do when he was especially frustrated. “It’s treason, dude. That’s the point.” Sonic growled with frustration, getting very tired of this. “Why do you keep making me out to be dumb?!” he scuffed his shoe on the ground, kicking up dirt at nothing in particular. “I mean, like - I don’t know… It’s all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t get ANYTHING I want, ever. Why should I get to be king?” his voice cracked a little. He also wasn’t entirely sure what a ‘treason’ was, but he felt he could infer. Sally shrugged, looking around. “Cuz we spent our whole lives listening to dumb adults, so we should get to make them listen to us!” She posed triumphantly, still just seven years old.

He thought about it, pondering what that’d mean. It felt TOO good, too much power … And he was ready for it. It was about time, he reckoned. “..Alright, I’ll join you.” he grinned, putting his hand out. She looked down at it, grabbing it with a grin, pulling him onto the ground and forcing him into a headlock. “Great! Meet me tomorrow night, same place?” she giggled, crushing him just a little. “GAH!!” He tried to throw her off, irate. “Fine! Sure! Whatever! Get OFF of me!” He finally succeeded, dusting himself off, grumpy. Sally stuck the landing, clasping her hands together as if nothing had happened, giggling sweetly. “Okay, cool! See you then! Also by the way, there’s already other guys in my group, so you’ll have to fight for the position of king. OKAY BYE!!” She skipped off into the woods, leaving him all on his own.

“Blech.” Sonic stuck his tongue out, sitting down by the tree. “That girl has issues.” he hugged his knees, not quite ready to go home yet, thinking on his lonesome about everything that had just transpired. His head spun a little, toying with the idea of becoming a king. It made him as nervous as it did excited - was he allowed to want such grandiose things? He couldn't quite see it working out just yet, it felt to him as if there was a missing key somewhere. But he did prefer the presence of someone else, even though she'd left him with a sore neck, and a wounded sense of pride.

He thought about it, the weight of it in his mind, and the bizarre sensation that just a while before this, he was sitting on the settee, squeezing the most mundane of thoughts for a droplet of entertainment. That sounds just about right - you wish for something to think about, and, well - the universe complies, doesn't it?!

He yawned, looking around at the falling twilight, deciding that it was time enough that he headed home, to his bed. He kicked off his run, making top speeds through the path, ready to have a lie-down. His mattress might be old and worn, and the springs dug into his back so that he had to lie on his duvet to get any solace at all - but, it was HIS bed. And right now, that was just what he needed.

Soon enough, he was outside of his house, scaling that same empty doghouse. He pulled himself up onto the window sill, surprised to be met with the glass pane that he was certain he had left open. Uh oh.. He felt hot and sweaty all of a sudden, his stomach swirling and brain flattening out. He tried to pull the window up, reasoning that perhaps the wind had closed it! Alas, the catch was drawn, and the window would not budge. Of course, the ONE night he chooses to head out, they’d come to check on him! He kept pulling it out of desperation, nervous to meet his mother right now - he would likely have to ring the doorbell, and, well - he’d rather postpone the inevitable. He could see his bed, it was right in front of him - but, through all of his fear and frustration, it was just tantalisingly out of reach, just like everything seemed to be.

With his heart in his throat, he slowly climbed back down, trying to will his way out of his situation as he sat on the empty doghouse. He looked down, musing to himself. They still had the old doggy door in the back of the house, perhaps he could sneak through…? He wandered around the side of the house, peering into their backdoor window, checking the coast. Scanning the kitchen, he could see the yellow light emanating from the living room… His parents were no doubt in there discussing what they’d do to him, which filled him with a newfound sense of dread. Oh well - if he played his cards right, that’d be tomorrow’s problem. He felt out the outskirts of the doggy door, relieved to feel it give. He slowly pushed his way in through the door, creating an opening just small enough to squeeze his way through. Now inside, he could hear his parents talking. They didn’s hardly on his way to attempting treason.”

Perching himself against the wall to the living room, Sonic could clearly hear his parents talking. “-That boy is fast headed to ending up just like your brother, dear.” “What, Charles? The boy may be misbehaving, but he’s hardly on his way to attempting treason.”

“Yes, well you had better see to it that he isn’t - both of our reputations are at stake already, keeping it hush-hush about ‘dear’ Charles.” Sonic thought about that, blinking. He’d heard hushed mentions of his uncle, but his parents refused to let him visit the man. Treason, huh… There was that word again, the one that chipmunk girl had used that word earlier. Was this his key? He gulped, putting that to the side as he tried to plan out the best path to his room. His ear swivelled atop his head, still listening, although he’d already heard more than enough.

“-He’s your son as much as he is mine, Bernie, what do you expect me to do about it?” “I don’t know, beat it into him! I can’t be parenting the boy the whole way, he needs to hear it from his father. He looks up to you, you know.” Pausing, Sonic stuck his tongue out in the direction of his mother - not that she could see it. He was now listening intently. Dad would defend him, surely. He’d put this whole stupid thing to bed. Maybe dad would even get him off the hook! He’d spent so long hearing about how great of a man he was in the media, after all - and he believed it all. Sure, he was always exhausted when he came home, but he was a courageous man. He had to be!

“I don’t know, Bern..” “Honestly, Jules. Don’t you care about how that boy turns out?” “I’ll be frank, at times I feel that I don’t care for him at all. He’s been nothing but trouble, and I don’t know what we did wrong as parents to be saddled with that nightmare of a boy.” “Come now, Jules! … Well, I can hardly say I don’t agree, now and then. But, you shouldn’t say it!” Sonic looked behind him at the silhouettes with horror. He looked up the stairs, his pulse starting to race. Did his father really just– and his mother- “...Dad?” Sonic peered around the corner. He didn’t care about blowing his cover - he needed the confirmation. Did they really think that about him…? Both of them turned around in surprise. Sonic was shocked to see the look of remorse in his mothers’ eyes. This only made his stomach turn as he looked into his fathers’ eyes, and saw nothing but apathy. Did he not regret it? “Son-” Bernie began, standing up with a gentler cadence than usual, which only riled Sonic up even more.

“I WANT DAD TO TELL ME.” He yelled, louder than he thought that he was ever capable of, directing all of it towards his father.

Jules met this with the same unmoving apathy. “Go to bed, son.” He sounded tired, and perhaps even.. Bored. He looked exhausted. Sonic’s ear twitched, looking back to his mother once again, horrified and full of rage. What was this…? He ran through his options rapidfire in his head, cold sweat pouring down his face. His uncle, his uncle.. Oh, bugger it all, he was going all-in with that confounded chipmunk girl! As far as he was concerned, hearing of his uncle here and now, was more than enough of a hint. This time, he had REALLY heard enough. There was nothing left for him here now, and he had no intention of sticking around to see this one through. His face darkened as he looked at his parents just once more, before speeding out back through the path he’d come in through, ignoring the surprised yell of his mother - he was too fast for them, nothing could make him turn back now. Damn them! Maybe he might just ‘disappear off into the night’. Out, out into the cold dusk, keeping on until he could no longer hear the shouting of his mother; not in his ears, nor in his mind. He felt as if he were in a dizzying trance, not allowing his mind to awaken enough to query that his father had not reached to stop him - just his mother, out of a sense of obligation rather than genuine affection. No, nothing. Not a thought should penetrate his quiet contemplation as he ran. Step, step, step; a rhythmic beat, his mind free from any other thought.

Sonic finally came to his senses in the centre of town, panting heavily, though he was more so mentally exhausted than he was physically. No force on earth could make him face his parents now. He looked around, starting to feel the loneliness sink in as he shivered. He realised now that he had little clue where his uncle lived. He was alone and small, in such a wide and hostile world - and nobody would care if he were to vanish.

#fanfiction #puppywrite #Scourge the Hedgehog #STH #This one has been kicking around for a year or more. Might as well put it up where people can see it XD #This one means a lot to me.#An exploration of 'what DOES make Scourge ..Scourge?' - I wanted him to start the fic as just another Sonic.#I want to explore what makes him tick. What makes a Sonic turn into a Scourge?#bah. I do more than echidnas!#.. I do also have a bunch of julie-su and remington fics. seperately that is. I have julie-su fics... and I have remington fics.#and an eli-za one but I want jenzel's eli-za stuff to shine first so you no get look in at those yet XD #not ellie-za. I mean remy's mother

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actual-changeling · 10 months

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no story would be complete without ellie experiencing intense guilt over accepting joel's affection. rip ellie and it's not even the main topic this time

#alex scribbles tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #joel: i love u have a hug #ellie: ok but what if i am forcing him to do this what if he does not actually want to hug me what if-#like ellie darling just accept it

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skoulsons · 1 year

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“Do you give a shit about me or not?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then what are you so afraid of?”

I’m afraid of continuing my failure streak. I have a chance to not fail. I have a chance to not fail with you, after already having done so time and time again these last three months. I can stop. To leave and let you go. To put you in the hands of someone I trust, because I don’t trust myself with you. Because I will get you killed. I’ve failed at protecting your innocence. I failed at keeping that clicker completely off you. I’ve failed at keeping you from shooting a man. I failed at protecting you from Sam and I failed at shielding you from Henry. I even fail you in my dreams. I can’t save you anywhere, even in my own head. I have a chance now to stop failing. To leave you and let Tommy take care of you for a while. To do what I think is the best for both of us. For you to get away from me because I will hurt you. I will fail you. I will get you killed. And it’s something I cannot stomach, not again. So I have to leave you while I have the chance. I’m doing this for you. Because I love you. Because I give way too much of a shit about you and I can’t face Hell again. I can’t go back there, especially not with you. And I’m doing this because you deserve better. Whatever the Fireflies do with you, you’ll probably still be better off than with me. Because they’re not cursed with the shadow of death that follows them around every corner. Or even if you end up somewhere else, it’s better than with me, as much as it breaks my heart. Because I want you here with me. I want to finish our journey. I want to figure out what we’ll do after the Fireflies. I want to settle down. I want to live. I want to embrace this second chance I get with you. This new life that’s been laid out so plainly in front of me, both of us. I want to take you in stride and go and never look back. I want to be a father again, I crave it. I long for it. I want to have that life back, and I have a chance to with you. But going back there is also my fear and it’s eating me up inside. Because there will always be something, someone, who will ruin this for me. For us. And I can’t subject you to that. I can’t willingly run through the chance of pain like that with you, so I have to leave you

#she is his biggest love and his biggest fear. that commitment to her.#he wants it. he craves it. but he fears it. he fears of what it will bring. he fears what may happen to her.#but he just loves her so much #mmm refer back to this when I cover ranch argument completely??#NOT TO ALSO MENTION HOW QUICK HE SAYS OF COURSE I DO. HE KNEW WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO ASK #AND HE HAD HIS RESPONSE READY IN AN INSTANT.#BECAUSE HE DOES CARE ABOUT HER. GOGHDFJD SHES AT THE TOP OF THE LIST.#AND HE DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS SO INTEGRAL TO WHO HE IS.#he loves her so much im going to lick the bottom of my sneakers.#the last of us hbo #ellie williams #tlou spoilers #joel miller

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