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"No!" The General stood, and she was every inch the Butcher Brakespeare and in no part his Tiny Doom. "You've seen the mess Hardhands left behind. At this rate we'll be an Aztalan client by mid-summer, and that's assuming they don't just raze us to the ground and salt the remains. Pigface Psychopomp, boys, they'll sell our brats into hard labor in Ticonderoga, set up a sacrificial pit in the Embarcadero, spit corpses on the spire of Saeta House."
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
25 Jun 2017
“Master Yoda was very clear. I have been assigned to Anakin Skywalker and he is to supervise my Jedi training,” the boy was defiant again, looking up at his new master with fire in his eyes.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! You? With me? I sure as kark don’t think so!”
OR: Anakin likes his life just fine. He has a wife that he loves, a best friend in his former master, Ahsoka, and the titles of Jedi Knight and General. All in all things are great... Until Yoda drops a padawan into his care.
- Part 1 of Stranger Things
Why can't I just die...?
This same question has been repeating in my mind for years. How many years now, I didn't know. I've been in this dark place, this hellhole, for so long I can't remember what the sun feels like on my skin. Or how it feels to be clean. I can't remember my favorite food, or if I ever had one. I don't even know my own name anymore.
He calls me 'Angel' sometimes, which I'm sure isn't my name. I hate it. I hate it so much when he calls me that. Mostly he calls me by the numbers he seared into my arm when I first came here, 613.
That number is how he labels his experiments, at least I think that's how anyway. He takes a lot of notes, scribbling away madly and talking to himself when there's a 'fascinating reaction.' He stutters sometimes. Especially when he is angry. When that happens, I know there's more pain to come until he gets what he wants.
**This work also contains artwork by Limboolian, a big fan of the Tales of Devil May Cry series.**
- Part 2 of Tales of Devil May Cry
"Wait." Lena pushes herself to her feet, watching closely as the hooded woman slowly looks over her shoulder at her. Without breaking eye contact with her, Lena reaches a hand into her pocket. When she feels the object, still lit up in her hand, she lowers her eyes to look at it one last time. "This- Is this yours?"
Kara's gaze drops to Lena's extended hand. Her jaw clenches, but she makes no other movements. "Not anymore." Her voice doesn't betray her emotions. Without turning to completely face Lena, Kara reaches her own hand into her pocket while keeping her eyes on the familiar light in Lena's hand.
The slightest gasp falls from Lena's lips when she sees what the woman pulls out of her pocket. She watches in stunned silence as Kara slowly extends her hand toward her. As the two identical objects touch, both lights die. Finally, the blonde woman meets her eyes again. Before Lena can open her mouth, the stranger speaks.
Whether or not there was a Superman, they were bound to have their paths cross. Aliens still exist, and Kara still lands on Earth the same day. This is how they find each other.
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John Watson is forced to treat a criminal with a bullet wound. When he arrives, he meets the man who broke his heart seven years earlier.
“John . . .” The man whispered.
“If you wanted to see me again, you didn’t have to go and get yourself shot!” John growled.
“Boss? You know the doc?” Asked the kidnapper.
“I . . . we were . . . acquainted.”
“Oh, I see. Just acquainted.” John said and he stepped closer. “You threw me out. Told me you never wanted to see me again. Just acquainted.”
“John, I . . .”
John glared for a few more seconds then glanced down at the wounded leg. “I see you’ve decided to take your brother up on his offer.”
Bookmarked by Lapus_Lazulli
12 May 2017
Sherlock spent nights lying awake, listening to the rustling of John’s hands on the bedcovers. The dull thumps of John’s head against the headboard. The rhythmic grinding of his teeth. The soft, hungry sounds of his mouth and throat.
There is an unknown infection rapidly spreading through London, fear, unspoken love, dead who cannot die... and a way for them to come back. Post-zombie AU!
Bookmarked by Aruals
06 Jul 2015