Apr 25, 2023
I can be a little ambivalent about sonknux but I'm like a few episodes into Sonic X and.. I get it. The way Knuckles went "You're overdoing it.." the line delivery. I get it.
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I can be a little ambivalent about sonknux but I'm like a few episodes into Sonic X and.. I get it. The way Knuckles went "You're overdoing it.." the line delivery. I get it.
Us: Oh Joey make faces we luv faces-
Joey:
Better Already
By: SassyShoulderAngel319
Fandom/Character(s): Vine/YouTube + Avengers - Thomas Sanders
Rating: PG
Original Idea: My own post on my main blog about how Thomas is basically Tumblr’s older brother that everyone loves and looks up to.
Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) I never had a brother, which is why this MC has female pronouns---because it’s most familiar to me, like it usually is, and I want a brother like Thomas. No disrespect for other genders or non-binary readers.
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A weight dropped onto the stair next to me. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, kiddo?” Thomas asked.
I snorted. “You don’t have to call me that,” I retorted. “I'm not that much younger than you.”
“I know.”
“Channeling Patton to make me smile?”
Thomas chuckled and leaned back against the stair behind us. “Yeah I guess so. I miss playing him. The others too. But that… that was a long time ago.”
“A couple months isn’t a long time, Thomas.”
He gave me a smirk and a nudge. “Yes it is. Especially when you’ve abandoned what you love doing in order to keep yourself and those you love safe.” He paused. “But now’s not the time to talk about me giving up YouTube to be an Avenger. Now is the time where I point out that you never answered my question. Whatcha thinkin’ about?”
I sighed. “I'm probably going to die soon, Thomas,” I admitted.
“What? Why?”
There was a pause while I stared at my hands. “I was challenged—in front of half the city. Told me to meet him Friday at the power plant or he would destroy at least half the city. So I can stay here, let innocent people die, and lose the public’s trust forever; or I can meet up with him, fight, die, and then innocent people will still die and I won’t be there to do anything about it.” I looked my friend square in the face. “I can’t beat him, Thomas! I've tried so hard. I'm not strong enough on my own and I can’t bring someone else with me or he’ll rampage.” I leaned my head against his shoulder and started to cry. “I made a huge mistake, taking up a mask and a suit when I got my powers young. I should have waited.”
“Kid, you’re twenty.”
I squished up my nose. “I know that. But I've been under that mask for a little over two years. I just… I wasn’t ready. And I'm still not.” I clenched my hands into fists in my jeans. “Thomas, I don’t know what to do!”
“Do whatever you think is right.” He patted my knee. “Remember that one time we watched Rogue One and you started crying because you didn’t know if you could ever believe in a cause enough to lay down your life for it?” he inquired gently. I nodded. “This is your moment. Do you believe in that mask enough to die for innocent people? Sure you could back out of this fight and do more good in the future, but that guilt would weigh on your consciousness forever. I know you. And you know what? I believe in you. I believe in that mask. You put it on and become unstoppable. You can beat him.”
I took my head off his shoulder to bury it in my hands. “I've tried to beat him, Elixir, and it never works!” I exclaimed.
He sighed. “Look, sweetheart—” The endearment was condescending and sarcastic. “—you’re a lot stronger than you think. The only person who ever doubts your power and your strength is you. You're the only one holding you back.” He ran his fingers comfortingly through my hair, smoothing it out. “I know you can defeat him. You just have to accept and embrace everything you can do. Be everything you are—and be brave.”
“But civilians—”
“Remember what Cap told us when we first joined? With this life, we save as many people as we can, and sometimes that doesn’t mean everyone. But if we can’t accept that, then next time, maybe no one gets saved.”
“How very utilitarian, Spock,” I retorted sarcastically. “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, and all that.”
“Hey, between you and me, sista, you are Spock, not me,” he snapped playfully.
I smiled, feeling the tension of anxiety and nerves in my chest ease away. I sighed and looked over at Thomas. “You always know how to make everyone feel better,” I observed. He gave me a little smirk and a shrug.
“I think it’s a side-effect of my powers. Pain is pain—and I'm a healer. I heal pain.”
“No. It’s more than that. You really care and want us all to be okay. You have a good heart and a kind personality.” I paused, searching for my next words. “My older sister doesn’t like Captain America because she doesn’t believe that people can be all good all the time. But Cap isn’t. She just doesn’t know that. You're the closest I've ever seen someone come to that ideal, and I've seen your dark side. And it scared me. You're terrifying when you're angry. It’s impressive, to be honest.”
Thomas slapped his knees, stood up, and offered me his hand. “You're cute, kiddo. Now c’mon. Let’s go cheer you up more and make sure you're ready to face him when the time comes. You're going to come out on top. And, with any luck, no one will die.” I took his hand and let him haul me to my feet. His grin was so cute. “See? You’ve taken the first step to victory already!”
“Okay Roman,” I teased.
He laughed. “Hey, they're all still up here somewhere.” He tapped his forehead with one finger. “One day they may even make a return to YouTube.”
“Imagine if your powers weren’t healing, but instead you could make them manifest in the real world.”
Thomas’ eyes widened. “Oh my goodness. Can you imagine though? Without a script to follow, they could be insufferable! All talking over each other all the time without the magic of editing to rein them in. That would be simultaneously interesting and overwhelming.”
“Really? Pretty sure that without being bound to a script or a set they’d all just do their own thing. Roman would be singing Disney and show-tunes somewhere, Logan would be reading, Patton would be browsing pictures of puppies, and Virgil would be sulking either in a corner or on a swing in a park somewhere, just waiting until you need him.”
“Fair point, I suppose. But now is still not the time to be talking about all that! It’s in the past for now, and that’s where it’s going to stay until I can return to YouTube safely. Now we need to be focusing on you. Because you have a big day ahead of you on Friday and I want to make sure you know that you can win.” He offered me his elbow. I took it and let him stroll down the stairs with me. “See, the thing is, I gotta be your big brother right now and make sure you know your worth and stuff. I never had a little sister so I'm claiming you. And yeah I tease, but you do too, and at the end of the day, I'm going to make sure you know I love and support you—and I’ll always believe in you.”
“Gee, your codename should be SuperBrother instead of Elixir,” I teased to prove his point.
He laughed. “Yup. So what do you say, little sis, you gonna let me help you beat your big-bad?”
“You… wanna help me?”
“Of course. It’s not like he can kill me. I’ll stay out of the way, for the most part, but when you need me, I’ll be there. We’re a team.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah we are,” I decided.
He grinned. “There we go. That’s the feisty hero I know. You're going to be fine. A little bruised at the end, maybe, but that’s nothing I can’t fix.”
“And you know I'm not gonna let you.”
Thomas snorted. “Ah, yes. You're a stickler for your pain tolerance.”
“Well I've spent years building it up. I'm not losing it now because my surrogate big brother can just zap away my boo-boos.” I ended my sentence with a baby-talk voice. Thomas rolled his eyes as we reached the bottom of the stairs and went for a walk around the building.
“Don’t worry, you know. ‘Cause it’ll all be okay in the end. You’ll see this through.”
“Thanks Thomas. I feel better already.”
“Good.”
I finished the lines! Hey, we’re only two weeks into 2017. Still counts as new.
Probably not gonna bother to colour this one. The lines are a bit uneven, weight-wise, and it’s not all that great really, but I’m pretty pleased with it in terms of extreme perspective and especially Steph’s face. Pretty sure that’s one of the best faces I’ve ever drawn.
Seriously, though. Fuck 2016. Punch it in the face.
Last week went great, 5 visits to the Rock gym, two visits to P.T. and a killer haul at the grocery store. Last night I came down with a killer flu, full on body aches, fever, chills, absolutely dying. It's noon on Monday and I finally got out of bed, though I think I'll go back there soon. Here's to another week, of : seriously, I can't catch a f-ing break. That's okay, I still got this.
also, as a sidenote, i’m probably gonna change Kyliskyr to Kyliskar just so it’s a little more realistic
Good...
I can finally set myself free... From all the deceit. Lies. Walls. Barriers. Veils. That had been set against me. I'm free Now that the truths out. Which is all I could really ask. Even if it wasn't directly From your mouth. Only a true coward hides behind All of that bullshit And isn't able to be honest And direct, especially To the person they had called Their significant half. I know the full extent Of how you can get. And I hope... You don't Seriously fuck up The next person you're seeing. So this is goodbye... And I look forward To something much greater Than you.