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[pawnshopsouls]

End of the Apocalypse

Salem gazed up into the darkness, the final vestiges of his dream flickering before his eyes. A light, a voice, a warm embrace, a familiar sense of peace and duty... the liquid sensation of being cleansed… a vision of himself but… not himself….

“When you are ready,” the soft voice said, it’s accompanying feeling an extended invitation…

The warlock blinked and the vision faded, revealing the stark darkness around him. He couldn't see anything but he could feel he was on a floor of some kind. Concrete? Tile? Vinyl? He pushed himself up and coughed, licking his dry lips.

"Chance?"

A light flickered on and Chance revealed himself, his blue optic glowing strong as he hovered toward his warlock. "I'm here," he replied, his voice low with uncertainty. Caution. "Are... are you here?"

Salem stared at the light that was his ghost. He swallowed and gave a nod. "I'm here."

Chauncey jittered his shell a moment before giving a shrill whoop and swooping to hug Salem as best as a little blue ghost could do. "You're back! We're back! The Light is back! I don't feel sick anymore! Ahhh! I was so afraid I'd never be able to think or speak again! I was afraid we wouldn't be us again! That you'd be forever trapped like-like that!" Chauncey pressed himself into the robes on Salem's chest, who in turn, cupped his hands around his ghost and tucked him under his chin.

"I know, I know, me too! Ohhh Chauncey!"

The two stayed like that for a moment before the ghost's eyes flicked up to his guardian. "Nemo!"

With a start, Salem looked around. "Yer right-- Nemo!" He let go of Chauncey, who glided around, his optic flashlight roaming the room until he found who he was looking for. "Nemo!" With a few strides, the warlock made it to the hunter's side, hoisting her into his arms. "Nemo! Nemo, wake up! We're back! The Light's back!"

The warlock and his ghost waited excitedly for their friends to wake up and get their bearings, grinning and hugging them as they did, unaware of the multiple monumental efforts that went into their being cured of the virus.

They could not know of the queen who made a bargain in exchange for safety and information, the service the Awokennow owed the Witch Queen. Or of the Disciple who utilized and studied the virus, the sickened Light, and its light-bearing victims. Or the non-guardians searching for clues and cures among the vex's endless branching of timelines... or the brother without kin who was chased by the zombies for a tiny gemstone whose light healed and cleansed those who came into contact with it.

No, they would not know until they came to the City where a great broken spire of Awoken-make stood atop one of the city's great buildings, pointed like a compass needle at the Traveler. They would not know until they saw the cracks in it from the force of the power it amplified and directed; the tiny fragments of the shattered gemstone that formed the conduit for its own light to come, shine, and heal the Traveler; the effort, the sacrifice, the coalition of friends and enemies made to put a stop to this sickened mayhem.

As the two guardians awoke and embraced, they and others would soon see the efforts their comrades had made, feel the healing power they had restored, and receive the reward of holding on to that last bit of hope even when all seemed hopeless.

They would see an end to the Lightpocalypse.

[saeiken]

<3

[suntails]

toot toot!

[chattematsu]

[4.0 archon quest spoilers]

[nevvn]

no thoughts, only hampter beel

[toricoriot]

request: Driftrod, Perceptor(idw), Prowl(2008 animated), Bumblebee(2018 movie)

I drew about 30 requests. So I’d like to finish up here. Thank you for all the congratulations!

[ryllen]

the privilege the game lets him have

[heartorbit]

can i get a magical girl set please

[furiwokaaan]

taking a break

[sprinklesharkie]

so many hilarious moments came out of todays charity live stream

[a7estrellas]

PEDRO PASCAL | Merge Mansion Mobile Game Event

[rubydubydoo122]

Robin!Jason, Dying: Honestly, this isn't even the most traumatic thing that has happened to me.

The Joker: Excuse me? this is so traumatic. I'm about to blow you up.

Robin!Jason: I was homeless at 9, a pasty man with a crowbar isn't really that scary compared to the streets of crime alley

[steviesbicrisis]

Steve’s best relationship wasn’t even a relationship. He could barely call it a fling, a flirt. They never even went on a date. They never kissed.

Steve still thinks of it as the best whatever-it-is he has ever had with someone.

At the beginning it was mostly infuriating, how quickly Eddie managed to win the kids over, compared to Steve’s months of work as babysitter/nailbat swinger/monster fighter. Steve had to literally bleed multiple times to get an ounce of respect, Eddie only had to run a nerdy club about fictional bleeding and monster-fighting.

Then somehow, and Steve still has trouble pinpointing when and how it happened, everything changed.

Taking the kids back home from hellfire became something he impatiently waited for.

He and Eddie would barely talk for a few minutes and he would find himself replaying the conversation in his head for days. Anything he could say to get a reaction out of Eddie became fundamental, and if he started by picking subjects to piss him off, he ended learning about Eddie’s favorites, because few minutes after hellfire were never enough and Steve needed Eddie to talk as much as possible, until the kids were begging to drop it and go home.

Steve never questioned the change, most likely out of fear. He doesn’t think he ever was clueless, just really scared about what would potentially mean to be staring at another dude’s eyelashes as he goes on a rant about why Ozzy Osbourne is the best artist of his generation. Or blush whenever said dude would call him “baby”, or “sweetheart”.

Steve convinced himself that the thing he and Eddie were having was as good as it was going to get, nothing more.

Then Chrissy Cunningham died, Eddie ran, and Steve realized that the thing will never be enough for him.

He couldn’t not have Eddie. Not watch him as he entertains a bunch of freshmen, as he stomps with his worn out sneakers on top of forniture, as he puts his terrible music on to push away anyone who doesn’t care enough about him to stay.

Steve needed to see Eddie being alive, doing what his heart desires, and he needed to be next to him when he does.

Obviously, this realization came at the worst possible time.

Steve tried to tell him so many times: when they found him at the boathouse, when he was hiding at refer Rick’s house, when they were taking a stroll in the upside down, and even when they were driving a stolen trailer to a gunshop.

But, it seemed, Eddie had come to a realization just as important and he tried his best to avoid Steve at every given chance.

Steve tried to initiate the conversation as Eddie did his best to run away from it. And he ran until Steve had no chances left to tell him how he actually felt.

———

Steve doesn’t know if he’s allowed to say he lost something he never had. To mourn a relationship he never began. A partner that, technically, never became a partner.

After Eddie dies, Steve has no one to be next to but he can’t say he ever did.

Steve just exists waiting. He can’t tell if he’s waiting for the pain to go away or for Eddie to jump out of a bush and yell “ah! I got you sucker!! By the way, I’m in love with you too.”

For obvious reasons, that never happens.

What does happen, is a call.

It’s a normal Tuesday, as normal as you could define it after Hawkins almost collapsed into the upside down. Steve got into a routine, between checking on the ones at the hospital, helping out at the shelter, allowing Robin to check on him to see if he’s still alive.

The call happens while Robin is doing her kitchen check up - aka making sure he has food and that he’s eating it-, so she picks the phone like she did a million times before.

“Harrington residence, this is Robin” she says, cheerfully.

Steve doesn’t pay much attention to it as he’s folding his dad’s old clothes that intends to donate to the shelter, until he hears Robin’s loud gasp.

“What is it? Is it the hospital? Is it Max?” He rushes to the other room where Robin is.

She doesn’t answer but she gives him a look as she passes him the receiver.

Steve goes quiet, a million thoughts going through his head as he takes the phone from Robin.

He’s still unprepared when he hears that unmistakable voice “Baby”.

Steve gasps for breath “Eddie?”

Is that really you? What happened? Are you hurt? Isn’t this impossible? Is what goes on in Steve’s head, but he ends up just asking “are you okay?”

He can hear a chuckle, Eddie’s wicked chuckle, a further confirmation that it is him, “I’m- hanging in there… are you okay?”

Steve finds the question absurd. He isn’t the one who got left in the upside down, the one that got eaten by demonic bats, the one who died before Steve had the chance to tell him how he felt.

He answers truthfully nonetheless, “I’m… I’m not okay.”

“I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

“Please Eddie, come quick.”

“I’ll break the sound barrier for you.”

[batnbreakfast]

In other news from my hometown: A demonstration against right wing extremism has had to be shut down earlier than expected due to overcrowding. Instead of the 10.000 people expected to take part in this, between 80.000 (according to the DGB) - 130.000 (according other organisers) people attended.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A new challenger approaches (slowly)

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[egophiliac]

ten minutes into the trip and already Leona's elaborate get-out-of-work-free plan has gone wildly off the rails. off to a great start!