"so. you and- and max."
"what about us?"
Merril has questions for Sol. It's easy to recognize that they're just ways for her to justify leaving them again.
Merril needs a place to crash before she leaves. Somehow, Max is the first person to come to mind for this.
Fandoms: Captain Marvel (2019)
12 Mar 2019
“Aquila,” Vers murmured under her breath nearly a year after she had first woken up, heart racing as she sat at the edge of her bed. No matter what she did, it kept beating faster and faster- there had been a flash of something she didn’t remember, again, a life that had never been hers and something that put a deep-set terror in her bones. “Altair, Alshain,” she said, voice nearly a whisper, “Tarazed, Al Thalimain. Draco…”
(A year and some change ago, a world away on Planet C-53, Carol Danvers had recited the constellations as if her world would fall apart if she fell silent, mere minutes away from the end of all that she knew.
“You can stop that now,” Wendy Lawson had snapped at her, an odd tension in those words as they swerved around green beams of- something. “You’re not an astronaut- pay attention, keep on track, evade them-”)
Vers- or Carol Danvers, as it turns out- cannot help but find solace in the stars and all of their forms, despite amnesia and years of training.
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
14 Dec 2018
After Traci deviates, she tears out her LED in a shitty alleyway, changes her hair and her clothes and her name (North, it's the only thing that feels right, that feels like something wholly her own), and gets the fuck out of Detroit- no, gets the hell out of Michigan.
If she had been any other kind of person, she would have spent more than a few seconds in the wreck of a ship that other deviants were calling their own, would have done something other than flip off the two soft-faced, tired leaders and leave.
But she wasn’t a tired soul. She wasn’t yearning for something better, for humans to recognize her for who she was.
No, North knows that staying wouldn’t’ve gone well.
She would have let her rage burn high and bright, and it would have burnt down everything around her.
North takes her sweet time in making her way across America. Somehow, it ends up with her getting a little sister figure and a scrappy dog, neither of which will take 'no' for an answer. Go figure.
Adora was never raised to be a princess. She was raised to be many things- soldier, fighter, warrior, strategist- but never a princess.
Shadow Weaver has her own version of love in her mind when she trains her found child.
“Have a nice day, sirs, and thank you for shopping at McDonald’s Mundane & Magical Mysteries!”
One boy works in the moon's shop, supplying nearly anything to those who want something. His smile is wide, the shop is endless, and the deals are fair- as long as you pay the correct price.
Taako finds it suspicious.
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14 Oct 2019
I MADE THIS AND ACCIDENTALLY ORPHANED IT