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Whaddup asanoya nation

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, Infinite (Sonic the Hedgehog) Additional Tags: Game: Sonic Forces, hi im playing with sonic's death egg stint, Hallucinations, Phantom Ruby (Sonic the Hedgehog), Illusions, Altered Mental States, Sonic the Hedgehog Needs a Hug, he doesnt get one, Sonic the Hedgehog Needs a Break, also doesnt get that, timeline wise this is like end of month one in the death egg, Sonic the Hedgehog is Imprisoned in the Death Egg Station, Psychological Torture, gore but like its an illusion, also not explicit, Hurt No Comfort, Infinite is an Asshole, i dont think this warrants a DD:DNE tag but know its close, Emetophobia, Vomiting Summary:

Sonic's not sure how long he's been in here, if he's gonna be honest.

He remembers the attack, that heart stopping moment when he saw his old enemies show up and that instinctual reaction to protect. His brother was right there, Chaos- Sonic hopes Tails is okay. He doesn't think he'd be able to forgive himself if he wasn't.

Not to mention, all the info the hero has is whatever Eggman gives. Which- isn't the most reliable resource. Sonic hopes Eggman's lying, at least. All the doctor has done since he's been here is show videos of the brutal takeover of Mobius. Videos played on loop of civilians getting attacked- getting killed- by these- these old enemies Sonic's fought. Chaos. Zavok. Metal.

Shadow. -------------------------------

The sky exploded with colors as the portal closed. It was over. The world had been saved. Three mutant turtles stared at the sky in disbelief. A thud was heard as the tallest of the brothers fell to his knees. There wasn’t a sound from the brother clad in purple. The only noise worth hearing was the choked sobs of the orange one.

The silence was suddenly broken by communicators flashing to life on their wrists.

“You.. YOUVE RUINED EVERYTHING!”

“And now… my wrath will be reserved for you alone.”

There was a sickening crunch.

“You wretched.. little.. PEST.”

A crash.

…

An almost inaudible wrinkle of paper.

A choked chuckle.

“WIPE THAT GRIN OFF YOUR FACE!”

There was a crash, and the line went dead.

-

Everything was rushing through Donatello’s mind all at once. it felt like he was being ripped in half as the portal closed, only to be beat down again as the noise from his communicator ceased. This cant be what grief feels like, can it? To feel all other pains that he was feeling be drowned out by it. To feel like a part of you has been lost. it wasn’t rational, it made no sense to feel this way. And yet there was this deep pit in his stomach, it felt like he was going to collapse in on himself, cease to exist, lose himself into-

His face was wet. He reached and touched his scaly hand to his cheek. Now his fingers were wet too. He was crying. Not a sound was made as he shook his head in disbelief.

-

Raph hit the ground hard, his knees smacking the cracked pavement before doubling over and hitting his palms on the rough ground. He winced as tremors of pain were sent up his right arm, grimacing at the sight of it. that would need to be checked out by donnie’s fancy scanners. He couldnt dwell on that though, now he was focused on trying to heave air into his lungs, hiccuping and trying not to choke on his own spit. His breath came short and shallow, desperately trying to hold back the moisture that rimmed his eyes.

-

Mikey’s entire body was shaking. Tears streamed down his face, and he didn’t have the will to stop them. The tears were ugly, hot, and dripping with blinding, overwhelming emotion. Mikey had nothing he could do.

So he did the only thing he could.

He raised his arms out in front of him. He strained and reached and pleaded with everything he had, his tears somehow increasing in volume, dripping onto the rugged concrete. He could feel something burning inside of him, an emotion like nothing before. there. there it was. He heard his oldest brother call to him.

“Mikey.. it’s over.”

The fire he felt crescendoed to an inferno.

“Leo never gave up on us,” his voice was strung high with emotion. “I’m not giving up on him!”

Sparks surged forth from his arms, swirling together in front of him, weaving into the shape of a circle. He felt like his soul was on fire, burning with the power of the sun. His fingers felt like they were cracking and fizzling with fire. His tears burned away as he felt heavy footsteps rush to him. “Mikey, whatever you’re doin, don’t stop!” Now his arms were burning too, it was like he was coming apart at the seams. He wasn’t going to make it on his own.

But he didn’t have to.

“We’re here Mikey,” comforting- no, empowering hands on his shoulders. “Together.”

-

Leo clutched the tattered photo tightly to his chest as he shot through the weightlessness of this dimension. The quiet smile he had gave way to a quivering lip and a flood of tears down his face. He was in the most pain he had ever felt in his life. His brain felt like it was rolling around in his skull as he drifted to his side.

There was a warm glow ahead of him. With the all the strength he could muster, he turned over and stretched out his arm to the light. This must be it, it was time for him to go.

His brother’s faces appeared on the other side of the light. No, that cant be right. He was never supposed to see them again. It was too good to be true.

and yet

“Heh. Took you guys long enough.”

A beautiful construct of red reached out to him, grabbing his whole forearm with its size. Now this really was real. He was going home.

The red light reflected off something metallic in the darkness. It reared its ugly head into the glow. Not a moment later, a speeding streak of purple wizzed by, hitting it square in the face. Bullseye. The mech was sent shooting off as he was pulled into the arms of gravity, and his brothers.

-

Mikey couldn’t help but feel pure ecstasy as he winked and clapped the portal shut, feeling the burn in his arms and almost relishing it. He turned around to see his brothers. all of them. safe. here. he fell to his knees infront of his blue brother sprawled on the ground as he opened his eyes.

“…hey,”

“auhh eww.. are we on staten island?”

Mikey was pulled into an embrace. That warmth and safety was all he needed. He let his eyes fall closed and everything go black.

Kai stared at the ocean, out onto the wide horizon. The sand was cold underneath his feet. He shivered. This night was not the warmest, to say the least. Even the palm trees shook in the wind's grip, swaying, waving.

Like water.

And Kai's attention turned back to the ocean.

The more he stared at it, the more the feeling in his stomach began to boil. Every lap of the waves burned him, every froth of foam hurt - a pain he had never experienced before. He didn't know what to do with it - sure, he had been angry before, but this...

This was agonising.

And the feeling was rising quicker, constricting its way up to his head, filling his mind with thoughts of her.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he did the only thing he knew.

He screamed.

It didn't sound like him at first - it sounded like a different Kai, from another world. But of course, reality pulled him back down, out from his thoughts, and he knew, then, that it was him.

A boy screaming for his sister.

Just a boy.

None of this was fair, none of it.

He just wanted it back.

Kai wanted his sister to be back.

Was that too much to ask?

Of course it was.

And the burning anger was rising still, blurring his vision with tears, but no, no, he had to stay strong, he had too-

''You.''

His thoughts were broken at the sound of a voice. His voice.

He found himself staring at the ocean with a blazing glare that even scared him, and then, suddenly, he was walking towards the sea.

Water.

The second thing in this world that scared him more then anything else - the first one had already come true.

Ironic, really.

Kai tried to pull himself back to the shore, back to the safe shore, but his legs had a mind of their own and they kept moving towards the wave.

And suddenly he was sprinting towards the ocean, and his feet made their first contact with the cold water.

The cold water he hadn't felt in years.

It sent shivers up his spine, fears winding up to his mind.

But he kept on wading out, until he was up to his waist in his own nightmare.

And he screamed again.

''YOU!''

And the burning feeling exploded, he exploded, and he embraced it. His was on fire, figuratively and literally, and he wanted to cause pain. He wanted to cause pain to the one thing, the one thing that took his baby sister away from him.

He shot countless fireballs onto the surface of the water, one after another after another. Each one of them dissolved, but he didn't care, so the fireballs kept coming.

He felt something soft wrap around his waist, and he looked down to see freckled arms, tightly holding him, hugging him.

But he was still burning.

''Kai...'' Jay whispered.

''She's... she's gone, buddy.''

That was what broke Kai out of his trance.

The fire around him burnt out.

The burning sensation inside of him crumbled into ash.

And the tears finally came.

Jay cradled him softly, and soon his own tears started falling.

''S-she's - she's not -'' Kai choked out his words, ''I p-promised - I should h-have - I p-promised I would protect h-her!''

''You did.'' Jay said softly, ''And you were so, so good at it.''

''But I WASN'T, J-jay, and now she's g-gone!''

''Kai-''

''And b-because of m-me, you lost your y-yang, and, and Cole lost his b-best friend, and Zane l-lost his talking buddy, and Lloyd lost his s-sister! And it's all b-because of ME!''

Suddenly Jay pulled his brother around to face him, with slightly more force then he wanted to.

''Kai, listen to me! You - you don't have to be strong for everyone else, because you're human, Kai, human! You always put others in front of yourself, but now it's time to think about how things affect you.''

The said boy choked back a sob.

''B-but - but, I don't- I don't-''

''Don't know what?''

''I don't know h-how!''

Jay sucked in a breath.

''Well then I'll - I'll teach you,OK?''

Kai said nothing.

''OK?''

Still nothing but a few heaving sobs.

''OK?''

The fire elemental gave in.

''O-ok...''

Jay smiled, a strong one, almost gratefully - alas a little teary.

''Ok, first step - get yourself out of this freezing water.''

And soon they were back on the shore.

The safe, safe, shore.

Lan Sizhui follows all the rules, smiles when he's asked. He shouldn't be feeling this way. He can't be feeling this way, not when he's so lucky to even have an unbroken family, a place to stay, and food to eat.

(Because Lan Sizhui is not allowed to be sad, not when he sees the bruises that decorate his best friend. Not when his other closest friend is always stuck between heartbroken and angry, and his other dearest one doesn't sleep most nights.)

It's not his job to help them but he tries his best. Sizhui really, really does. He knows intimately about all their issues and attempts to offer his own insight. He holds them tells them that everything will be alright. Sizhui can't blame them for not noticing how much hatred has built up inside him, how desperately he wants to escape this monotonous hellhole that he should be grateful for. Why isn't he grateful? What's wrong with him?

okay so i saw this gifset here and the quote from the movie [Happy: I thought you had super strength. // Peter: It still hurts. ] and INSPIRATION STRUCK, again i bet this concept has been done before but i cannot hold back i must write about this so here is my sad petey x reader one shot please enjoy 

WARNINGS: angst?, cursing, talk of blood/stitching, crying and generally just a really sad piece i have no reason for this i just couldn’t get the concept out my mind 

Word count: 1725

It was getting late. Very late, even for Peter and you were growing very concerned. He told May that he was going to stay at the Tower with Happy after a simple arms deal bust he was assigned to do with Sam and Bucky out at the shipyard. So of course, the two of you arranged that he’d come in through your fire escape to spend the night instead. To your disbelief though, he was late. 

In general, when the two of you made these kinds of plans he would be in your window at three the latest but it was pushing near four in the morning and you were growing more and more anxious by the second. 

As the clock hit 4:30, Peter’s hand hit your window. 

You opened it up quickly, the dim light of your TV the only thing illuminating your room. He shuffled in, leaning heavily on you, panting and wincing with every rough step towards your bed. 

“What the fuck happened Peter?” You asked, genuinely curious, releasing your hold on his elbow as he sat down on the corner of your bed. His body fell forward as he leaned his forearms onto his knees and allowed his head to swing between his shoulders. 

“I was wearing the old suit. I left the new one in the lab because I coded some new stuff for it and I’ve been putting off this last update. I thought I would be fine since it was an easy mission, plus Wanda came out with us but these guys had some punch to ‘em.” Peter explained as you stood in front of him, slowly moving his head and arms around to check for anything that needed special attention. When you lifted his right arm he winced. 

You nodded, allowing him to continue explaining what went down at the docks. You shuffled through your closet until you found your old med kit, humming softly every now and then to let him know you were still listening. 

The kit had some dust from sitting at the very back of the shelf and not being touched for over a year since Peter had joined forces with the Avengers. With the major suit upgrade and the med team at the tower, he never had to sneak in through your window at night to get patched up anymore, which begged the question that you could no longer hold back. 

“Pete, why didn’t you go back to the tower to get patched up?” You asked. 

“I didn’t want to go to the tower, they would have made me stay there,” he explained. “And I really wanted to see you. I got my ass handed to me, babe. It sucked.” 

You turned on the lamp that sat atop the small table by your bed and sat to Pete’s right, examining the cut just above his right shoulder blade. He was going to need a few stitches. 

“I can see that,” You joked, opening up the kit and prepping your needle. “Take the suit off, I need to clean this up. It’s gonna be at least four stitches.” 

He obliged, hissing as he peeled off the top and letting it drop into his lap. “I always hated stitches.” 

“I know, but it’s gotta happen,” you explained, gently wiping the gash with alcohol and wincing alongside his reactions. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for the blood, for making you do this.” 

You shake your head despite the fact that he has his back to you. “It’s fine,” you reply. “I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t wanna get patched up by the nurse at the tower. She even gives lollipops afterwards.” 

He lets out a sharp chuckle. “Yeah Nurse Katherine’s great at fixing me up, sure, but I really didn’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

You hum in reply as you prep your needle. “Okay, Pete, I’m gonna start the stitches.” 

Peter nods his head and remembers not to talk while you do these stitches. 

Up until high school, the only stitches you knew were the kind you did to patch up the pits of your t-shirts and to put little flowers in your denim jacket. Then, in your freshman year, your cousin had busted his forearm open at the skatepark and you were the only person in the entire family with a steady hand. That night you learned how to stitch a man up. After you told Peter that story though, he started showing up on your fire escape with cuts, scrapes and bruises galore. 

Although it had been over a year since you’d last done this though, Peter had given you a lot of practice and you were back in your groove very quickly. 

Despite this, you heard soft cries coming from the broad body in front of you. 

“I thought you had super strength,” you attempted to make fun, pulling through your third stitch. 

“It still hurts,” he replied, his voice raspy and low. 

In your heart you knew he wasn’t talking about the stitches. You’ve stitched up a gouge much worse on his calf after he got caught up with a girl who really loved her knives, and he didn’t even complain. That night it was eight stitches and not a peep from him.

You finished the rest of the stitches in silence. After wiping up the rest of the blood smeared on his body, you cleaned up the skin around the suture and placed a large cotton pad atop it, securing that in place and hoping that he didn’t get blood on your bed sheets again. 

You packed away your med pack and grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from the collection of clothes you’d stolen from Peter in the last year or so that you guys have been together. 

“Thank you,” he said, pulling his suit off and climbing into his sweats. 

His eyes were still red and puffy, the only sounds filling the room were random sniffles and the sound of you sorting out the bed for the two of you to sleep. 

“Are you okay, Pete?” You asked, sitting up on the left side of the bed, the comforter pulled up in your lap. 

He pulled the shirt on over his head and pulled the blanket off your lap and settled himself in between your legs, his back pressed up against you, and pulling your arms around his shoulders. 

Before you could piece words together to react, soft sobs filled the room. 

A minute passed and you pulled him closer to you, pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head and running your thumb up and down his forearm. 

His breathing finally slowed. “I miss him so much.” 

You chewed on the inside of your cheek thinking of something to say. 

You knew well enough he was talking about Tony. Ever since Tony died, Peter’s been off his game. Even with the Stark tech, he was getting pretty hurt at every single mission. He wasn’t sleeping as much and if you managed to catch him in between tasks, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. 

“I know,” you reply. “I’m sorry, Peter.” 

You can’t think of anything else to do but squeeze him a little tighter. 

“I just-- it still hurts. It’s been months and it still hurts. I miss him. I don’t like the world without Tony Stark. It’s scarier. Even I’m scared all the time. I can’t focus on missions, and that means I’m putting people in danger,” he stops to breathe, pulling your arms a little closer to his chest. “and I’m just so tired of watching good men die at the hands of selfish people.” 

You sit and listen and feel your heart ache at the sight and sound of nothing but a boy in pain, mourning the loss of someone he loved so dearly, and there’s not much else you can do but hold him close, listen and be there for him.

“I know. It’s not fair. There’s nothing fair about it.” 

“I want Tony back.” 

The two of you sit there for a while longer, Pete’s sniffles filling the air. Eventually they stop and he unwraps your arms from around him and the two of you lie down. 

You end up on your back with Peter’s head resting on your chest, slowly breathing in your scent. His arms snake around your middle and you know he’s going to be insistent on holding you like this for the rest of the night, so you try to get comfy. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you rake through them over and over and over again, hoping that he’ll fall asleep soon. 

He doesn’t. 

“Do you think we’ll be okay?” he asked, his voice soft and quiet. 

“I think New York can only be so bad with a guy like Spiderman defending it,” you mutter back, pressing another kiss to his forehead. 

“I don’t think I can fill Mr. Stark’s shoes, y/n.” 

“I think you can. He picked you, Peter.” 

“But he was Iron Man, he was always there when the world needed saving.” 

“I don’t think he would have done what he did if he didn’t think that you could help take care of the world for him.” 

He didn’t respond, but you felt him hold his breath, so you continued. 

“And you’re not alone Pete. He gave you a family with the Avengers and he believed in you.” 

“Yeah.” 

“I believe in you.” 

You smoothed his hair back before tangling your fingers with the bunch at the nape of his neck. The two of you lied awake for nearly another hour, not speaking, just holding each other. 

You held this boy in your arms, desperate to protect him from anymore loss and grief. This boy who had a huge heart and nothing but a yearn to protect the ones around him. This boy who was one of the people responsible for saving the universe. 

Inspired by recent Questions on how one would defeat large contingents of space marines, I’m going to start writing (or trying to write), a story idea I’ve had in the ol’ skull for a while.

Compliances are a rare event in these Latter Days of the Imperium. So rare to find a world populated by humans, ignorant of the Imperium of Man, ignorant of the vast, ignoble darkness that surrounds them. Long millenia of isolation has left them masterless, without guidance and hopelessly deluded, thinks the Fleet Masters.