#[ shatter; proton ]

[pureheartsandrainbowwings]

[ When it came to parenting, the Executives weren’t exactly perfect… ]

[ this isn’t relevant to the current arcs i just wanted to put them here :> ]

[manticorecure]

uu mutiny designs for an upcoming toxic yuri piece im making.....

design details + inspo credits under the cut

zams outfit is heavily inspired by @ghostbakeryy's uu zam design. im in love with their zams colour scheme.... realistically since i wanted zam to parallel wemmbu and even almost look like she was referencing wemmbu in a way i shouldve gone more purple but tbh the blue looks so nice i cant bring myself to change it

similarly wemmbus outfit is inspired by @jumped-for-the-yaoi's post proton/s2 wemmbu design. the halo from eggchan thing especially scratched an itch in my brain, so that and the big shawl he wears in its design make a big feature in wemms design

in general there are a good few references on both of them to the people /they/ care for outside of each other, for zam its pangi (her hair bow is in his colours, a more orange red than her cape) and for wemmbu its egg. wemm has copper trim on her shawl cape thing but theres also darker embroidery that egg did himself

wemmbu has only half of her crown because the other half went to egg as you can see in my eggchan design. ref sheets are apparently the only places i can stay consistent with character design LMAOO

zams halo actually has purple gems studding the ends of her stars. similarly wemmbu keeps a shattered zam empire symbol on her waist for sentimental reasons

[nitpick7]

okay so i just caught up on uu finally and i have become somehow even less normal about parrot. specifically about how he is incapable of working in a team anymore. and i. i'm sure someone has pointed this out before but i can't stop talking about it so

okay his first video was mostly him on his own but he was not at all opposed to teaming. he actually actively tried to get people to work with him. he would do shit alone if he had to and still always believed he was right, but he was reasonably quick to trust people and more than willing to team if he could. not at all... whatever he is now.

second video is wifies we all know how that went

they are dating

how is parfies actually not canon i'm. they're so.

anyway, importantly, parrot can always trust wifies 100% of the time from now on. except when they break up but like we'll get there ok

okay hold on this is a long post sorry i am hiding the rest under the cut

then wifies chunkban uhoh!!! parrot tries to break wifies out alone because he's gay and stupid but when that doesn't work he immediately tries to assemble a team. it's specifically people he knows he can trust on this mission, but still. he recruits people, breaks them out of prisons, trusts them to help in the process. and it works. this is important. the team works. (a couple people don't want to join and fantst chunkbans himself, but the team works.)

then we have the brief (two 3 hour long videos) interlude where he's getting hunted down by clownpierce and i haven't actually rewatched that bit so i don't really have thoughts about it? but. there's the reverse prison bit. where his team is supposed to protect him but they just leave him there to die the moment it gets difficult. wifies is the only one who sticks by him because again, they're gay. but parrot lets himself get used as bait for this trap and the team essentially betrays him. he puts his trust in them and they break it. this is important actually.

i remember more of this bit than i thought

parrot almost kills branzy. that's probably relevant but i haven't quite figured out why yet. probably something about wifies. it's always something about wifies.

then we get proton. i love proton i think i've actually rewatched it twice?? proton is one of the last instances of parrot successfully executing a plan as part of a team. even then, it's rocky. ken almost betrays, egg is missing, they don't have enough elytra, they have to leave ken behind. proton barely works.

parrot's abnormal amounts of trust issues and paranoia lead him to Thousands (Millions? I Forgor) Of Blocks Out In The End. end civ! does not fucking work. it all falls apart and people are trying to tear it apart the whole time anyway. they put in so much effort for nothing. also they know about invis mafia now soooooo that does not help anything

mining civ or whatever?? uh???? look i was Not paying attention during that one i think i was literally dying my hair and told my irl (who was watching with me) to tell me if anything important happened while i wasn't looking.

important part is that luigi fucking died. parrot keeps caring about people and terrible things keep happening to them. aha

BUT THEN THE SEARCH FOR FARLANDS CIV AND THAT'S WHERE EVERYTHING STARTS REALLY FALLING APART

wifies not wanting to trust dean really fucks with parrot i think. because these are the two people he cares the most about and they do not seem to want to cooperate ever. wifies is actually weirdly sus for the entire video, i remember that. wifies and dean both. but parrot wants to trust dean. he really wants to. so he ignores wifies warnings until it is far too late.

dean betrays them and i think that shattered parrot's ability to fully trust anyone ever again. he leaves wifies behind and everything. he is having a certified Horrible Time.

actual farlands civ is. bad. bad for parrot. very. it gives him a reason to not trust teams anymore. like yeah he has to be the main character of divergent or something and Unite The Farmers And Warriors! but every single one of the warriors is stupid and they keep sending him out on suicide missions. parrot thinks he's better than them, that his plans are better than theirs, and he's right. this does not help any issues. he's completely right, in this situation, to be paranoid and untrusting and to go against their plans. and then they try to kill him about it so that does NOT help.

and i didn't even MENTION horace. how horace didn't even want to let parrot join because parrot keeps getting horace's builds blown up. how horace said that to his face. how that just contributed to parrot thinking that everything he touches will fall apart.

first war and doomsday uh um. yeah. district 13... doesn't go well. farlands civ also didn't go well but we've been over that. district 13 is what matters here.

the moment things start going wrong, everyone leaves him. parrot places his trust in spoke for one second and spoke doesn't deliver on his promise to find the stasis chambers and every single person leaves him for the mafia. (except wifies. wifies is always the exception.)

ok chat i have to go to bed i'll finish this in the morning (let's see if i leave this in. probably will.)

i'm back. wow i left off at such a moment.

wifies fucking dies.

the one person parrot could always trust. the one person who always had his back. the one person parrot could work with. did they have a perfect relationship? not by any means. but they trusted each other. and wifies died for him. and it's really like the second time this has happened because the chunkban was essentially the same thing, but this time parrot can't do anything about it. he can't save wifies this time.

and yeah he... sort of manages to work with wemmbu, spoke, and co. to take down the mafia. but he mostly just leaves that to them.

parrot's first season 2 episode fucking destroyed me as a person 😁

it's the culmination of everything that has ever gone wrong. all this shit has been happening to him; friends dying, teammates betraying, having to leave people behind, teams falling apart. and now every person that has supported him thus far is gone. not just gone, dead. any semblance of a support system he once had is shattered.

and parrot's never been good at... listening to people, valuing other opinions, admitting when he's wrong, caring about people (especially in a non destructive way), trusting anyone. wifies was the only thing keeping him in check. (we all know how dysfunctional their relationship is and this is the one moment i will admit that part of canon is real. i prefer to pretend parfies is good and happy fjgshbshs)

so now wifies is gone and parrot just goes. fully solo. he's on his batman arc or something he works alone he does not need anyone he can do everything on his own. he's just full paranoia and distrusting everything. that chest that detects when people enter his base was fucking insane he's so far gone at this point

and then leo. leo and co. show up and save parrot and make him join their team, they give him a room, they make him feel valued... and in standard main character fashion, parrot doesn't know how to deal with that. he doesn't know how to let people care about him, he doesn't want to because only bad things ever happen to the people he's close to.

he self destructs so bad. like yeah going behind their backs to modify the trap is pretty bad but to be fair he thinks he's doing the right thing there. he just is currently incapable of trust so he doesn't tell anyone and it makes everything go to shit, which gives him more reasons to think he can't trust anyone else to be competent... but that's not the worst of it

bat gets mad at him, justifiably, but parrot is so fucking deep in his paranoia and untrusting behavior that he just fucking. shuts them out. he doesn't even remotely realize why his actions were wrong and instead thinks that bat are in the wrong here. they try to contact him and instead he breaks his inbox and shuts the blinds on his room.

side note, the shot of just his room covered in lava is really sad but also kind of hilarious i keep thinking about it

at this point the only thing that can make parrot come back to his senses (well. that implies he ever had them.) is a miracle. and this miracle comes in the form of itz trying to kill him. because parrot CANNOT HAVE NICE THINGS??????

but unfortunately this is like the only thing that could fix him at this point. he needs to see that he cannot work alone. he keeps trying to work alone and then people (rightfully) don't let him but then he gets all "ugh it would've gone better if you weren't here" because he's stupid, but no one can disprove that idea because they never let him be alone in stuff. so itz attacking him while he's completely alone in the base is exactly what he needed.

i'm never gonna be normal about parrot trapped alone in a box he put himself in, less than 10 blocks from escaping the airlock, even fewer from dying to itz, whispering a plea for help.

he realizes he can't do this shit alone. and he doesn't have to. because jumper's spies saw his situation and called for backup, and derapchu gets him out and then all of bat shows up and now parrot knows that he needs them, but more importantly that they are always there for him.

ignore his third episode it is not real and cannot hurt me

okay his second s2 episode though?? with mr cube hunting him down??? parrot and derap's friendship means so much to me. where's that fucking quote... "if you want people to see you differently, you have to see yourself differently." it means so much to me. parrot is making connections and forming relationships again, he's trusting and helping people and it's just. so incredible.

parrot's third episode is not real and cannot hurt me.

(... although the fact that parrot is at all willing to trust jumper after everyone tried to kill him, and after she sort of betrayed him once, is crazy. the old parrot would've immediately given up on bat after that, but this time he's actually trying to prove himself to them and get back on the team.)

(also parchu friendship is so good, derapchu was so obviously not on board with killing parrot for the entire video, they mean so much to me)

so like. parrot's never been good at trust. or teams. but he's clearly making an active effort to be better now. he's still very much not perfect, but he's better.

okay yeah that is um. about all. ahahahahahhahaha yeah parrot's season 2 so far has destroyed me i'm kind of insane about it. if you made it to the end of my incomprehensible ramble i love you thank you and you are awesome

[crying-fantasies]

Love fantasy

Masterlist

It all started as a normal cycle, he swears on his spark that it was an innocent and normal cycle.

"I interfaced with one of the humans".

Until it wasn't.

No bot can verify the fact but all are equally flabbergasted at the statement, humans are still a novelty aboard, it has been only a few earth years since they arrived to the starship and while friendships and primitive market of products are normal to see nowadays it still doesn't stop one or two glass cubes from shattering against the floor of Swerve's or the high grade that has gone down the wrong pipe by the mere words formed by Fizzle's vox.

No bot asked, no one even knew, no one really noticed him gone from the ship or when he came back but now they all have their attention at him even when he simply said it to the bot next to him, but gossiping, no matter species, is a big deal among sentient beings.

"You're lying"

"No!", almost sensing the others receptor audials over him he can only try to cover his EMF as close to his frame as possible, spoiler coiled near to his armor in a display of nervousness, "it was- it was out of this world, okay? And- and then she was-"

"It was a human femme?!"

Again, some were at their seats end, some again chocking on their drinks, others feeling their fans activate, everybot has seen for themselves how soft humans are, and even heard from the same humans that some are most soft than others.

Human femmes- er, woman and alike, were supposed to be the peak of softness, even human primitive communication devices (porn and magazines) said so!

"Primus dammit- do you want everybot to hear about it?", oh yes, please say more was something resonating among the processors of the most curious in the theme and the most deviant of them that had also thought of some organic colleagues in such a way, of course, Fizzle didn't had to know, and in some way it was his fault to talk about such a thing like a sparkling sharing secrets in a public area when the Lost Light was so big.

"Okay, okay, go on, what did she do?", there was silence, one that preceded the proton storm while Fizzle's spoiler raised back again in excitement to remember the exchange.

"...she played with my wires and with my spark"

If the two bots didn't know they were being eavesdropped before now they knew after a few bots cracked their glasses full of energon at the mere mention of the interface related activity, making they almost scape even when some bots wanted to keep hearing and asked them to come back, because it was the discovery of the century, well, almost, but it was still of great interest nonetheless for most of them!

"Wow, that was crazy, huh, Roddy?", Drift tries to ignore the other bots still remaining in the bar and their obnoxiously loud fans, hardly covering the growing charge on their EMF and now heated frames trying to seem as undisturbed as possible.

Even Rodimus, who stops as hard as he can his cooling fans, servos being negated of the littlest possibility to even shake at how hard his spark is pulsing, "Uhum".

First of the questions running around his processor is who was it? Fizzle doesn't even have any game going on or perceived by his optics to be able to drag along another mech on his habsuit, let alone a human that knows nothing about interfacing, which get to the next question running wild in circles around his processor: can a human do sparkplay? The idea is impossible but it doesn't stop his imagination where, in fact, it seems more than possible with those little hands and fingers running wild on a bot's spark chamber, he remembers the humans being taught cybetronian medic techniques, how they were so focused in healing illness and it isn't so hard to change the purposes of the delicate and sometimes rough way those little hands made their way around a spark and all the sensitive wiring around.

He ask to himself if the human Fizzle was talking about were to be, by any chance, you.

And he negates it, scratches it, deletes as far as he can any trace of the mere idea of it because it will break his spark in million pieces would be improper in everyway.

It is also improper to remember it when he is next to you while you read a datapad about once living creatures of Cybertron, little finger moving the page once in a while in your hunger for more information that gets his optics focused on the way your eyes move along the light and the glyphs on the screen.

Will your curiosity also extent to other possibilities? He has seen you go "woah" and "ahh" over simple things like the subtle communication between frames with wings and spoilers or the fair quantity of differences of one frame to the other, the image of your face looking with interest whatever you're reading and how you take notes on your personal datapad, little fingers moving along and pressing different places in the sensible screen while showing your obvious interest, your possible awe over his bared spark in front of you.

It's almost too easy, he only needs to change a few things, his open spark chamber is now the source of light reflecting on your eyes, a perfect miniature mirror of your actions as your fingers touch the sensible glass cover of his spark, he can almost feel the electricity driving away to your body to his waiting spark that welcomes it with a tremor as hard as lightning that spreads to his whole frame in electric pleasure, wires tensing at the movement around and all the pressure, trying to make give accomodations to every little electric pulses your body can send to his most sensible component.

"Roddy"

It's way too real, way too hard, and it gets worse when your fingers get replaced with your soft looking lips and tongue, lapping above the connections before sliding to his tensed wires, making a wet trail to his spark while he debates internally in his own fantasy, he is supposed to concentrate, to not come undone or look because he is sure it would be JUST. SO. HOT.

"Rods"

It doesn't even end there, he can hear your voice along it, processor and cooling fans working overtime while he can only focus on the possibility, on the maybe that lingers above, it only takes so little to have you kiss with tongue his spark and he can't take it-

"Rodimus!" Oh, now, that's his designation, the fantasy is shattered in pieces and he soon realizes one of his digits is above his spark chamber, you are looking at him, maybe confused, obviously worried, it's enough to make him let go of the digit between his dentae and feeling his spike depressurize- "why are you so hot?", nevermind.

"... I'm hot?...", a wicked grin blended with happiness is forming on his faceplate as his words trail on slowly, almost as he is tasting it.

"I mean", you correct yourself, you really didn't need to, "heat is coming from your body, are you going flames on again? Are we under attack again?"

"What? Nah, just...", daydreaming about impossibilities, about a weak porn, like humans call it, without basis, heated romance and passion he isn't even sure you share with him, impossibilities that drag his bleeding spark over every movement and word of yours that he clings on with greedy servos, it's so embarrassing and he is sure he'll offline by pure mortification if you ever get a word about his attraction to you just to be faced by any degree of disgust coming from you, "it's getting cold in here, wouldn't want you to freeze those little fingers to dead", he doesn't even offer his servo but it is almost a natural response when he sees you approaching him with fear on your steps by any possibility of being another normal day aboard the Lost Light, he doesn't even stop and let's you settle on his lap like the security protocols indicated.

Fear washes away quickly when you register his words, there is curiosity on your eyes, looking between him and your hands, before finally look at him in the optics again, "Oh, didn't know you heard about the effects of excessive cold on the most distant phalanges, I mean, it's something that only happens while in extreme freezing conditions in harsh environments or controlled ones in closed lab experiments-"

Rodimus really didn't get what you were talking or the whole deal you were explaining to him, but seeing you feel secure next to him, taking seat above him showing the full confidence and trust you put on him while your hands move to explain your point, putting the warm palm against his armor from time to time.

"Everything you touch is bound to fail anyway", harsh words pang among his memory archives while he touches a side of yours to prevent a fall, but he silenced it, preferring the sound of your voice that now was about something called homeostasis.

He wouldn't trade this moment for anything, not when he offers you a digit and you hold it immediately, well, maybe a kiss if you could be generous enough, but he will get there soon, he hopes so.

.

I totally offer this one to @archie-sunshine and @pinkanonwrites by their glorious work of overheating and teasing Rodimus, I love it to the moon and back to hear about one of my faves even when he is mentally unstable and runs hot most of the time, it's his own charm, specially their newest works that relate to Roddy so much.

[eebydeebyderby]

Can We Talk?

A one-shot in which reader tries to comfort Egon after a lab accident leaves him shaken and a bit injured.

Inspired by this post for Whumptober for Day 1: Apology, but it leans much more towards hurt/comfort than true whump. Thank you for your patience as I start getting back into writing <3

General info:

Egon x Reader, established romantic relationship, hurt/comfort (Egon gets got), minor injuries, gender neutral reader

~1.8k words

The trap clatters to the ground when you regain consciousness, smoking and hissing at Egon's feet. You shake your head a bit, trying to clear your head, regain your bearings as you slowly look around. The lab is in complete shambles around you: papers scattered and fluttering about, tables turned over, equipment thrown on the ground, an overhead light is shattered and sparking.

You turn around to find Egon looking intently at you from just a few feet away, proton gun still buzzing in his hand, the trap still smoking at his feet. He's completely disheveled, his glasses askew and his hair a complete mess. His face is expressionless, completely blank except for the tears burning in his eyes as his fingers slowly ghost over the side of his face, the stinging handprint on his cheek painfully red and already beginning to swell into an aching bruise.

Your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach and you gasp. “Egon, what happened?”

He stays quiet.  

You start moving towards him but freeze when he sharply recoils away from you, backing into a bookcase and knocking several books to the floor around his feet, startling you both. 

Your heart starts pounding in your ears and your chest tightens, threatening to stifle your breath. “Egon, I'm scared. What happened?”

He just stares at you, blinking rapidly. 

“Can you tell me what happened?”

             Nothing. 

Then, finally, he shakes his head. His breath catches behind the lump in his throat and he struggles in vain to try and swallow it down, his entire body trembling from the tension building in his chest, threatening to burst.

You slowly, very slowly, walk towards him, broken glass and equipment crunching beneath your shoes. He all but flattens himself against the bookcase, but still lowers his proton gun as you approach, halting just a few feet from him.

With delicate, deliberate movement, you reach towards him, making sure he sees and knows your intent.  

When your hand is about an inch from him he squeezes his eyes shut. Your hand grazes the uninjured side of his face and he sucks in a breath. His eyebrows knit together and he tries to keep his breathing steady, but he's unable to bear it and flinches from your touch. You yank your hand back, accidentally knocking a large thermos off a table. It hits the ground with a harsh, resounding clang, startling you both once again. His gaze fixates on the thermos as it rolls along the floor behind you. You keep your eyes on him.

“I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry,” you sputter. 

Complete silence falls between you two. The only noises you hear are the sparking of the broken light fixture and your own heart pounding in your ears. 

"Egon, whatever happened—I'm so sorry; I would never want to do anything that hurt you. I'm sorry. Whatever I did back there, I’m so sorry." The words spill from your mouth before you can process them. You open your mouth for a split second as your mind scrambles to find something else to say, anything, but it draws a blank and you remain quiet. Then, you mutter, “I love you. I never want to hurt you.” 

His gaze snaps up to lock onto you, and it breaks your heart to see the tears welled in his eyes, so close to spilling over as he uses all of his willpower to hold them back. Egon is never one to express emotions openly, always keeping them guarded behind a shield of polite detachment. But, here you can fully see the sorrow etched on his tired face, the hurt and vulnerability and conflict and, something else, something you can't quite place—

He breaks eye contact and swallows. "I th—” His voice cracks and he clenches his jaw for a moment. “...I think it would be best if we separate for now." His voice is strained and unsteady. He swallows again, avoiding your eye. Then, he manages to eke out, “I…I need space. Please.”

His request hits you hard and you feel your own emotions swelling in your chest. You force yourself to take a deep, slow breath and you're grateful that your wildly beating heart calms down a bit.

“Okay,” you say quietly. “I'll be upstairs in the bedroom.”

The room is dark and quiet when you walk inside. The sky outside is beginning to lighten with the dawn approaching over the city skyline, bathing the room in a faint blue glow through the window. You sit down on the foot of his bed and think, think, trying to recall what happened before you regained consciousness in the wrecked lab. 

The two of you were alone in the firehouse. You remember helping Egon tinker with a live trap—the mechanism for releasing the entity into the containment unit was malfunctioning, and the two of you were trying to fix it. There was a loud bang, a flash of light. You remember yelping, then dropping your screwdriver, then crumpling to the ground, then—

Nothing. 

There's a tentative knock at the door, tearing you from your thoughts. “Come in,” you say.

Egon slowly opens the door and walks inside, his entire body still trembling. The bruise across his cheek is swollen and darkened into a splotchy red. “Can we talk?” he asks quietly, his voice thick with congestion. 

"Of course."

He sits down on the bed next to you and you have to suppress the urge to wrap your arms around him. You're facing him, but he faces the floor, arms slung over his knees and his hands clasped tightly together, trying not to meet your gaze. He sighs, unable to keep himself from shaking with nervousness. "I…don't know where to start."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

“It…The entity, it…” The lump in his throat seizes up and he quickly becomes overwhelmed. He sighs, starting to get frustrated with himself, and shakes his head. 

“That's alright,” you mutter. “It's alright.”

Silence falls between the two of you. You stay quiet, wanting to give him as much time as he needs. Your gaze wanders over to the window; the horizon over the city skyline now glows with the faintest hint of pinkness beneath the cool blue dawn. The street outside the firehouse is quiet, but you still hear the faint noises of traffic from the city. It's still too early for the birds to be awake, and you wonder if—

"I know it wasn't you.” His voice nearly startles you, and your attention immediately snaps to him. “It wasn't. I know it wasn’t, but I just…” He lifts his head to look at the ceiling, hands clasped firmly together in his lap, and you see the tears burning in his eyes. He clenches his jaw, trying to stay grounded. 

“Egon, can I touch you?”

He nods hesitantly, still shaking like a frightened dog. 

You stand up and slowly bring your hand up to the uninjured side of his face. He braces himself, squeezes his eyes shut, fearing a strike he knows isn't coming. “Hey, it's okay,” you coo. “It's just me.” Your fingers graze his face and he tenses, clenching his jaw as you gently stroke his cheek with your thumb, feeling the light scratch of his stubble. Your hand gently cups the side of his face and you delicately tilt his head up to plant a kiss on his forehead. 

The tension gripping his entire body finally bursts. He exhales sharply and gasps as tears flood down his face and you immediately pull him into a tight hug, cradling his head against your chest. Sobs spasm in his throat and he wraps his arms tightly around you, trying to pull you as close to himself as he can, despite his glasses going askew and digging sharply into his skin. His breath comes in short, abrupt gasps that rack through his entire body. 

“Oh, Egon…” you mutter, running your fingers through his hair. “Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

“I-I know it…it w-wasn't you,” he sputters between gasps. "It—...You would n-never say th-the things it said,” he swallows, struggling to force down the lump in his throat that’s stifling his words, and his voice steadies a bit, “or raise a hand to me, but it...it weaponized things that…that only you would know, things that I-I confided only to you and it—...I know it wasn't you attacking me, I know it wasn't.” 

His voice thickens as emotion swells in his chest and fresh tears drip off his jaw. He pulls away and looks up at you with red, swollen eyes, absolutely exhausted, markings dotting the areas around his eyes and on the bridge of his nose where his glasses were digging into his skin. You slowly bring your hand up the side of his face again and this time he leans into your touch as you stroke his cheek. He sighs and closes his eyes, relishing your touch, allowing himself to start gradually relaxing, fatigue weighing heavily on him. 

You look intently at him, reading the emotions etched plainly on his face, and you recognize the one from earlier that you couldn't quite place. You scowl a bit. “What's the guilt?”

He opens his eyes and looks at you, a bit befuddled. 

“Egon, come on. I've done things to you that would patronize Babylon the Great. I can tell when you're keeping something.”

He smirks briefly through his tears, the half-smile that is so delightfully Egon. It quickly fades and he sighs, trying to keep his breathing steady. “I should've been more cautious. It's my fault the entity broke containment.” 

Your brain scrambles between saying, ‘why do you say that?’ and ‘no, it isn't’ and you blurt out, “Why do you isn't?”

“I knew you'd disagree.” He pauses,  and you see a slight glimmer of humor return to him. “At least, I think that's what you're attempting to do.” He lies down on the bed and gestures for you to follow. You're more than happy to oblige and lie down with your head on his chest and your hand on his collarbone. He slings an arm around you and sighs deeply, sinking into the bed and allowing drowsiness to start taking control. 

“I think we should put some ice or something on your face,” you say, curled up against him.

He shakes his head. “Ice only works to temporarily replace one form of discomfort for another. It does nothing to actually aid healing.” He’s quiet for a moment and yawns deeply. “The lab is in complete disarray,” he mutters. 

“It's always in complete disarray.” 

He snickers. “You know what I mean.” 

“How about we worry about it later?” 

“Alright. We'll worry about it later.” 

[real-team-luster]

Concealed Pasts ask game

// hey y'all it's mod kirby here wth another ooc ask game. though you could also ask these in character if you wanted, i doubt most muses would answer them lol. the questions themselves however will be phrased as if addressed to the character for maximum immersion.

washout further ado... letsa-go mario!

Atom - A secret you swore you'd never tell.

Proton - A great memory you haven't shared.

Electron - A bad experience you want to stay forgotten.

Flux - A mistake you made that won't let go.

Halo - A truth which shattered your worldview.

Nova - A face you don't ever want to see again.

Antimatter - A face you wish you could see again.

Spectre - A fear you can't fight against.

Leviathan - A regret long since lost to the waves.

Apocalypse - An object, person, anything at all really that you want with you when it's all over.

[ii-strange-confessions]

ooc: [less confident in this one, but i still think i like it.]

Do Not Fret, Young One, As We Have Came To Devote You To The Sun!

Noes!! i i dont want that goes away pleas!!!

[another photon grabbed strangelet’s arm.] Please. Do not resist. This is for the greater good.

No i dons wan Wanna do that!!!!

[there was shaking at the door.] What... Syzygy, you didn’t call reinforcements, did you?

[the door burst open with a flash of electricity; behind the door was some sort of... purple proton?] Who Are You? This Is Our Particle!

im my particleeeeee...

[the particle had a machine attached to their back, connected to some gloves.] I’m here to take the strangelet.

But- [the particle’s glove shot a beam out to strangelet, flinging them into the photons, knocking them out]

whas.., who are you?

Come with me. [they exited the house and walked along the street.]

yous arent giving me much of the choice... but you didnts even answer my question!

...We are looking for an acquaintance of yours.

i donts know what that means....

[syzygy suddenly came up from behind.] Don’t Think You Can Get Away That Easily. The Sun Saves All. [another photon staggered behind them.] Lustre, It Seems Our Mission Will Be... Harder Than Expected.

[suddenly, syzygy leaped at the purple particle. they managed to sidestep the attack, but their connection with strangelet was broken.] heys! dons attack my friends!

[lustre tried to attack the particle from behind, but they managed to punch the photon before.] That One’s Feisty! Perhaps They Could Be A Good Asset To The Sun?

You aren’t seriously considering allowing a weird proton-thing who punched me into our group?

[the particle dodged another attack by the first proton, although being scratched in the face.] Strangelet, it would be beneficial if you started fighting.

But das mean!

...These people are meaner.

i cants do it.... [just then, lustre grabbed strangelet.] MMPH! M<PENHJWPJEIONME

Congrats, Lustre! Now- MMPH! -We Can Teach Them Our Ways!

How- MMMPHHKPD -stupid are you? There’s no way this idiot will allow that.

[the particle picked up a chair near an abandoned restaurant.] Well, In Any Case, They’ll Be Of Great Use To Us- [the particle swung the chair at the photon, shattering it.] OW- WHATS WRONG WITH YOU??

[before syzygy could attack, the particle stabbed her face with a piece of the chair. the photon dropped to the ground.] Uhhh, we can talk this out- [strangelet suddenly burst out of the photon’s arms, gasping for air.]

i’s.. I donts...

[the particle picked up 2 more splinters of the chair.] UHH, WE CAN S-STILL TALK THIS OUT, LIVE AND LET LIVE, YOU KNOW, I-I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU NEED, JUST PLEASE-

[strangelet was reconnected to the particle’s strange beam.] w why dids you kill those ph photons?

They were going to kill us.

b but dats mean!!!

You hold far too much value on your “mean” quality.

i’s dont knows what your sayings....

...what w was your name?

Lambda. But that’s unimportant. We have work to do.

[crimsonclutches]

" it was good. far better than i deserved. "

john wick / accepting.

After many of his missions, Proton often stops into Ariana's office for debriefing, updates...and rare moments of comfort.

Given the intense nature of his work, it's not uncommon for the faller-executive to arrive in his colleague's doorway, covered in blood and thoroughly overstimulated. Ariana never seems to mind. (After all, she's been in his shoes before, back when being a weapon--being Sham--was all she knew.) Perhaps that very understanding is why she's the best suited to bring Proton back down from the manic rush of the hunt, back to this firmer, organized reality.

Far better than I deserved. It isn't normal for Proton to sound so dejected, so guilty...and Ariana quickly rises from behind her desk to wrap the young executive in a gentle (but oh so firm) hug, holding him close until his breath stops hitching, even as the blood streaking his uniform soils her pristine jacket.

"...What did I say about the negative self-talk?" she reminds with a whisper, reaching up to squeeze Proton's shoulder comfortingly. "You did so well. I know that I can always count on you--just take as long as you need to come back, now. You deserve to feel proud. Shh..."

Ariana sees how some people treat Proton like a lost cause, sending him out to pile up body after body like he's some sort of killer automaton, taking almost sadistic delight in his unpredictability. And she knows that Proton often leans into it, that he's a hunter at heart, the epitome of Rocket loyalty, knows that he would push himself way past his limits for the cause.

But even with Proton's seemingly unlimited stamina, Ariana also knows that there must be a breaking point to all of this, and she's determined not to let her colleague slip away into the madness of unreality. (Back when she was shattered, Rocket helped piece her back together, too. Perhaps--after all these years--Proton's comfort is just Ariana's way of paying it forward.)

So, she would gladly be his anchor over and over again if he needed her to be, a consistent, empathetic reminder of his humanity, a grounding bastion of support, and a comforting voice in his corner. Because Proton deserves that much at the very least for all that he endures, and because Ariana cares. (She cares so deeply for all of them.)

After all, Proton is part of her circle, the tightest family she's ever known. And--for better or worse--they've all sworn themselves to this cause together, until the bitter end.

[dogdaysareover365]

you know what? Screw it! I’m going to give you a snippet from all three

(I’ll do the Beetlejuice fic at the end since it contains Beetlejuice Beetlejuice spoilers).

title: I Don’t Do Sadness (Just Don’t Need It in My Life)

fandom: ghostbusters

day: 3 (shared trauma)

Phoebe felt her heart shatter at that confession. Phoebe let her proton wand fall to the side. This ghost wasn't a threat. She was a victim. "I'm not going to hurt you," Phoebe promised. "I can help you. I've helped ghosts move on before." "Pheebs, where are you? Have you found anything?" Phoebe saw the look of fear on Irene's face. "It's okay, mom," Phoebe called. "I have it." "You promised you wouldn't blast me," Irene muttered. "And I won't," Phoebe promised.

Surprise surprise. Phoebe is getting emotionally attached to another ghost girl.

title: Build a Better Self

fandom: ghostbusters

day: 15 (loss of limbs)

He wasn't dead.

No. He can't be dead. His body had only died. He couldn't reenter it, no matter how hard he tried. He refused to accept that he was gone. His family had a funeral for him, but he'll be back. He will find a way to come back.

He just needed new parts.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice spoilers below

Title: Let's Feel Together

fandom; Beetlejuice

day: one (alternate prompt - “If you weren’t around, I’d be long dead by now...”)

Given that Lydia's job, which she had just sent her two weeks in for, involved finding ghosts, whether someone was breathing or not was a big indicator. Even before she got that job, she'd stay up late when Astrid was a baby, watching the small rise and fall of her chest.

It was a reminder that not everything was dead. Lydia had managed to create life. Life that Lydia had found so precious, and had promised to protect. Astrid was proof that not everything around Lydia was dead.

Now, all of these years later, Astrid was now sixteen, and Lydia was once again watching the rise and fall of her chest.

[pureheartsandrainbowwings]

👀

“You know he’s going to leave you.”

“What will you do then, Silver? Giovanni ran. Archer lost his mind. Proton got caught. Petrel ran out of the country.”

“What will happen when Ethan finally realizes you’re nothing more than another experiment that Team Rocket failed to kill? What will happen when Lance sees that you will never grow as a Trainer, that you’re still that pathetic kid who got abandoned?”

…I’ll… I’ll fight to keep them?

“Are you so sure about that?”

I…

‘I’ll live. I’ve survived worse.’

“That’s good. That’s very good.”

[c00kiejar]

This song...

I've never really made a proper post before, just shitposts and the occasional art thing. I want to make one to properly express how I feel right now and why this song represents it perfectly. I will warn you first, however, that this mentions a certain YouTuber who was recently completely destroyed on Twitter and my personal experience as a viewer, and may delve into some not-too-happy thoughts

Still here? Let's dive in

It all starts way back when I was still a kid. I was navigating the wonderful site known as YouTube, trying to find videos on videogames and, specifically, I think it was Super Paper Mario. I had no idea how to beat Chapter 2-3 (the Ruby debt one), and I needed help. That's when I stumbled across a YouTuber called Chuggaaconroy (a.k.a. Emile). The way he provided all the information I needed in one video was exactly what I needed. I couldn't subscribe to his channel because I didn't have a Google account, so I just periodically checked his channel, eventually learning he uploaded every day at 5 PM, perfect for younger me. I'd watch his videos when they came out, loving every single one. I eventually discovered his collab channel, The Runaway Guys, and loved that channel even more. He, Proton Jon (Jon) and NintendoCapriSun (Tim) entertained me for YEARS with their content. I even branched out into Jon's streaming community, becoming a semi-regular artist on the booru for a time (you can still find my stuff there under the name TehSm1tty. Not my best work, but I still like some of it). Years come and go, and I have my fair share of mental health troubles, but I'd always find Emile, Jon, and Tim there to brighten my days.

Fast forward to sometime last week. I've been pretty inactive on Twitter aside from my alts, but I decided to see what was popping on main. I log in and get recommended a post with the hashtag "WeStandWithChugga". I had no idea what was going on, so I looked into it. I won't go into detail here, but the jist of it is that Emile was a total creep to many women and even drove wedges between himself and good friends because of this weird behavior. There's a lot more to this than just that, but the point is that it shattered my view of him. I knew he was pushy and that always kinda annoyed me, but the extent of it broke me. For a few days now, I've been having a rough go of it. I mean, my childhood YouTuber just got outed as a complete creep and has some serious allegations of being at least a lolicon, at worst a pedo. I've been down and out for days, and it just wouldn't stop. That is, until I found out that Tim has a Reddit account. I never knew this (or, well, maybe I did and just forgot. Idfk), and was amazed to learn that Tim's been keeping Reddit updated on what he's able/willing to share. Turns out Emile's getting the help he needs at a legit mental hospital and that he's ok. That's what made everything stop. Hearing he's ok. After all the shit Emile has done, he's still a human being and doesn't deserve to have the whole internet turn on him in a fraction of a second. Hearing a fellow human is ok made me feel better. I'm not letting him off the hook, and I do not believe he should ever be forgiven for what he's done, but if he is willing to better himself and become a better person, I am more than willing to believe in that Emile.

Now to come to roughly 40 minutes ago. I decide to boot up Satisfactory and play a bit, but I have no idea what to listen to while I do. I put on a song but quickly get bored of it, and then I see "OMORI | Do You Remember? | Extended" in my recommendations. I put it on and instantly, as if I were splashed in the face by water, I wake up and feel better. I was still stressed about everything going on (I'm set to go to college in September, AND my folks are headed to Mexico in about a week, so I'm stressed from those too), but with the first note on the piano, everything faded. All my swirling negative emotions were replaced with a somber peace. I'm still hurt by the last week's revelations, and I'm never going to truly recover (who could?), but I'm moving on. I think my comment on the video describes how I feel best; "The sad yet peaceful feeling this song evokes in me... It's pretty much how I feel today. I feel at peace... or, well, mostly. There's still pain, and there always will be, but I can move on and I'll live. In the future, I'll look back on this last week and feel sad, but that'll be in the future when this is all over with for good, so I can also look back at before it and be happy that those good times happened. Nothing will ever be the same, but such is the way of the world. Saying goodbye is saying hello to the future, and we all need to do that eventually. Who knows what the future may hold? I, for one, can't wait to see. Hello future, and goodbye sadness".

Chuggaaconroy was an inspiration and a light in the sea of darkness for so, so many, and these revelations have snuffed the light he provided out. What I hope is that Emile takes a long, long break from the internet to become the person we all believed him to be, to truly become that bright light in the dark, rather than just another dark figure holding a flashlight. I don't hope for that as a supporter of him as I don't support who he is right now (as if I haven't said it enough), I hope for that as a fellow human who only wishes to see everyone become the best version of themself.

I think this post was exactly what I needed. I've finally gotten everything out in a cohesive (maybe?) and healthy manner, and I'm ready to become my best self. I will be beginning work on YouTube videos tomorrow, and will hopefully be posting Thursdays at 5 PM (in honor of DatPags whom has not uploaded in a long time).

To anyone who finished reading this post, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Please, go become your best self, but do not do so by putting others down. Better yourself and acknowledge your flaws, overcome them, and do not repeat Emile's mistakes. Learn from those around you.

Yours truly,

Cookie_Jar of Tumblr dot com

[ghostchanuwu]

Gen 2 stuff YAYYYY

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Falkner, Bugsy and Whitney are the youngest Johto leaders and have a deep bond with eachother because of that (they have meetups every other day in Goldenrod, Bugsy always brings honey cookies because theyre all obsessed with them) Morty is like an older brother to them even though he doesnt hang out as much as he used to anymore

Eusine is a time traveler from an alternate time where Johto and Kanto were ravaged, he wants to find this time's Suicune to take it back with him briefly to have it purify enough water so that the region can start to rebuild (the Suicune in his time died, he was only able to travel to this one because Celebi took mercy on him) its why he is so obsessed with trying to find it (he is also on a timer since he had become ill from the severe strain hopping timelines took on him)

Jasmine is from Sunnyshore in Sinnoh and regularly invites Volkner (and Flint because of course) to have him help with renovating the Lighthouse along with setting up solar pannels around the city so that it can fully shift to using renewable energy (Volkner doesnt accept payment since getting to work with something that wont cause constant blackouts is payment enough) Sunnyshore and Olivine have gotten the nicknames of 'Sunnyvine' and 'Oliveshore' because of how closely theyre related

Pryce used to practice ninjitsu in an effort to preserve Mahogany's history but was forced to stop after being permenantly injured ironically fighting off a particularly powerful Gyarados, his mind was put slightly to ease when he found out that a certain ninja clan in Fuschia was still practicing it (he had given them every scroll and document he could and passed on his knowledge to Koga when he was younger so that it would be taught for generations to come) Pryce is still bitter because of it all (Blackthorn clan had brushed off the Gyarados attack as just simply an unfortunate event, Mahogany and Blackthorn have been at odds for centuries)

Clair is still brash as ever but now throws her anger at Lance and Blackthorn for lying to them all, she wants nothing to do with the clan anymore having had an epiphany that the clan either needs to change completely or be dissolved before the elders make another Lance, she eventually lets up on Lance turning that anger into empathy willing to help rehabilitate him (he became a shut in after Kanto having shattered for lack of better words, he needs to atone but also to unlearn a lot of toxic ideas he had been fed since he was a baby)

Gold and Silver help push Lance with bettering himself and getting a new perspective on life (Gold rekindling his love for battle and reconnecting with people wheras Silver even though he is far from perfect and going through his own stuff helps with unpacking what all has happened throughout his life into manageable pieces and works through that) Johto ends with Lance being the one to finally pin down where Suicune is catching it and sending it off with Eucine, he starts to do better after that having played a role in his home region from another time come back to life instead of destroying everything in this time

Kris and Lyra uncover a little group of supposed team rocket members that had broken off from the main Kanto branch after a major dispute having claimed that Giovanni strayed from their original goal and want him back (Proton, Petrel, Ariana and Archer are in charge but theyre too disorganized to do much damage to anything outside of the Radio Tower being taken over but that was stomped out since Kris and Lyra are a force to be reckoned with together)

[dominustempori]

TWO MORE MONTHS, PEOPLE!!!

Quick thoughts to follow up after my post on the teaser trailer (SPOILER WARNING!) In honor of March the 22nd…I’ll go for 22 observations/opinions.

1. Slimer’s back!

2. JANINE IN UNIFORM! WITH A BLASTER!

-Definitely a call back to 1) one of the ORIGINAL storyboard designs for the backpack/neutrona wand in the first movie, and 2) the IDW comics when Janine and other “new ‘Busters” take over when the OGs disappear.

3. Definitely another secret society/cult that must’ve worshipped Garraka ( hidden room with the demon’s horns/frozen eyepatch guy that shatters in the supposed flashback scene..?)

4. If that’s Coney Island where the big ice storm is coming ashore…then THAT could very well be a throwback to the RGB episode “Collect Call of Cthulu.”

5. GB’s got a new van! Ecto 1c?

6. Research lab? AWESOME!

7. Big question- what’s the connection between the arrival of Garraka and the red light on the containment unit? Is it coming after GBHQ to get more power (much like Gozer?)

8. OK…James Acaster is NOT a grown Oscar…damn. I’m sure his researcher character is gonna be brilliant though. Poor guy…frostburned hand? Eesh.

9. I REALLY hope they explore more of Callie (and therefore, Egon’s) background story. That scene where Trevor’s in that attic…aw.

10. DRONE TRAP!!! Next level! Fans lost their minds with the RTV…someone will surely try to build a model of a freaking FLYING ghost trap.

11. Modified proton packs? Makes sense now, that thing can FREEZE the positron stream! WHAT!?

12. Grooberson’s driving Ecto 1! F*ck yeah, Paul Rudd!

13. LIBRARY GHOST IS BACK!

14. So how does Kumail Nanjiani’s character come into possession of that mysterious golden orb? I’m still thinking it’s his apartment with the secret door.

15. Imagine being an old time NYC firefighter and seeing men frozen to death, in fear. When did NYFD form, I wonder?

16. Patton Oswalt is the new Ray…love it.

17. Bill Murray…still got it, man.

18. Swear to god that’s his old orange jacket from the first movie.

19. OK…on one hand, Gil and Jason are probably not counting the GB Video Game as part of the canon, and yet, the IDW comic universe IS built on some plot points of the game. So…does the PCOC exist in Frozen Empire? Is Peck mayor? Perish the thought?

20. Bring on the mischievous Mini-Pufts! Evidently some survived the “Summerville Massacre.”

21. PLEASE have Egon’s unknown life history be in the story somewhere, PLEASE Gil and Jason! It’s almost 10 years since the world lost Harold Ramis…PLEASE pay his beloved character some more tribute.

22. I have to admit…I do like Annie Potts back with not just her red hair, but those new blue-frame glasses. Good nod to the animated series, I will bow to that piece of fan service, not sorry.

TWO MORE MONTHS!!!

[dutchessofcaladan]

Ghostbusters: Soul Resurgence

Chapters 1-7

Chapter 8! Hope you guys enjoy and as always a big thank you to @phantomoftheparadise0002 for beta-reading this!

Summary: When the spirit of Sumerian sorceress Ahassunu, daughter of Vigo, possesses Alexis, the Ghostbusters must band together to determine the fate of the world

TW: Some language

Translation for Sumerian: Eru rimanus isu zag ki’am

I will have my throne

Utuk xul barra

Evil spirit begone

After the chaos had settled, Alex made her way around the counter, helping Ray into a standing position, checking him over, ignoring his muttered “i’m fine”s.

“Ray, you just got glass thrown at you. I'm just making sure.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something that caused her to freeze. Walking to the shattered window, looking at the light emitting from the direction of the firehouse.

“Ray.” Her voice was laced with fear.

Coming to stand behind her, Ray stared at the geyser of spirits that flew from the light, flooding the streets.

“Dear God.” Ray gripped Alex's shoulder tightly.

The Ecto came to a halt in front of the shop, followed by Winston’s Mustang.

“What the hell happened?!” Alex questioned, distressed, wind whipping around the now empty street.

“The Containment Unit failed when the blackout hit.” Seeing her eyes go wide, Winston added, “We were able to contain Garakka for now.”

Alex nodded. “This is it.” She muttered. “We figured out how to re-trap Ahassanu. We can restrain her using our proton packs, then we open the orb.”

“But we don’t even know where she is.” Trevor stated, poking his head out of the window of the Ecto. “Are we just gonna wait here for her to come to us?”

“No.” Said Alex sternly. “We all have packs. We’re going to stay in our teams, protect as many people as we can, bust as many ghosts as we can.”

With that, everyone grabbed a pack from the Ecto, returned to their vehicles, taking off down the street.

Speeding past the firehouse, a bolt of electricity hit the building in front of them, glass and ruble spraying the street.

Looking up at the two electrified ghosts, Ray shouted “The Scoleri Brothers!” as another bolt hit the street, nearly hitting the Ecto.

Grabbing the particle thrower on her and Elis’ pack as he swerved to avoid another blast of rubble, Alex yelled to Trevor, telling him to power up the drone trap.

After Alex had successfully gained control of the brothers with the proton beams, Trevor positioned the trap under them, capturing the ghosts.

Dropping the trash can he’d been eating from, Slimer watched the team zoom down the street, trying to trap another ghost. Grunting with indifference, he picked up another can and continued eating.

As the trap containing Muncher closed, Ahassanu appeared down the street, holding up her hand, causing the team to screech to a halt.

“There she is.” Ray breathed, heartbeat increasing slightly.

“Alexis.” The sorceress’ distorted voice spoke. “Eru rimanus isu zag ki’am.”

“Think again.” Alex smirked as everyone aimed their packs at Ahassanu.

The sorceress chuckled, a wave of ghosts flooding the street behind her.

“Get out of my city you Carpathian bitch.” Alex spat as she fired the pack, the others doing the same as Trevor positioned the drone trap, the orb balanced atop it.

As they crossed the streams, Alex shouted “Utuk xul barra”, opening the orb and sucking Ahassanu inside, along with her army of ghosts. As the orb closed, the team stood there for a moment, catching their breath.

“You still believe what your dad told you about us?” Alex asked, causing Elis to furrow his brow.

“What?”

“You told me that your dad said that we were full of crap and that’s why we went out of business in the 80s.”

“Oh yeah. I remember you now.” Winston smirked.

“I thought that kid’s name was Jason.�� Ray’s brow furrowed.

“When I published my first paper, I decided to go by my middle name. Dr. Elis Cristiano has a better ring to it than Dr. Jason Cristiano.”

Ray and Winston nodded as news reporters crowded around them, all shouting questions, silencing as Alex began to speak. “We’re the best! We’re the beautiful! We’re the only…” Looking into the camera, she finished, “Ghostbusters.”

[chounaifu]

Something like a VHS funeral, a eulogy on cassette tape, the way his thoughts play out, day after day, the endless ebb and flow of reality meeting delusion, it repeats— and at least the entity that lords over his brain is courteous enough to press rewind, for better or for worse.

Give the war dog a more powerful emotion than his disdain for heaven, perhaps then he’ll bear his teeth in a smile, instead of burying them into somebody’s bone marrow.

That atomic shadow burnt into his subconscious has no potential to fade, but it does know how to stand on invisible feet and venture into the psyche, and it is starving.

They tell stories of memory ghosts, repeating their actions just moments prior to death; peering through the right lenses, you can pretend that their purgatory is a dinner rehearsal. The plates will be set soon, and they can drink deeply of whatever tempting ambrosia the beasts are going to bring out.

Proton knows plenty of starvation, with how his fingers wrap around knife and dagger, the same reverence of a priest holding the host, although the son of god’s blood is not the libation, and the sustenance he craves is anything but holy.

Give him purpose. Give him a fix. Twisted system malware in need of something to infect. Something to infect. Something to infect. Something to infect.

Nobody is sick if everybody is terminal.

He pauses, eyes flickering to his reflection on the window of the subway. And when his lips twitch into the most strained smile, he swears the glass is going to shatter.

That thing is going to come out and get me one day.

He slaps a hand over the side of his face, and rubs at it as if he were trying to bring warmth to a cadaver.

[teamrocketarcher]

Plates collected, mountain climbed (Everything hurts, but you don't remember injuring yourself on the way up. You dont think it matters anymore), you stand, ready for your plan to come to fruition.

You'll have Giovanni back. You'll have your family back, too. Things weren't the same after Zapdos and Petrel at the power plant, but you're going to fix everything. (What happened to Ariana and Proton? You don't remember that either. You miss all of them)

Arceus before you, you have been witnessed. And in that moment, battered, bruised and burned (why is everything hurting), you know that you have been found wanting.

In a moment, the plates shatter (you didn’t even know they could break), and suddenly the ground beneath your feet falls away. It was all for nothing, and you are lost to the distortion. You sacrificed everything and everyone for nothing.

[This cannot be how it ends. This cannot be how it ends. This cannot be how it ends. This cannot be how it ends. This-]

[10 points (a Perfect Score!) + 1.5x Plates of Arceus multiplier + 1.2x Perfect Score multiplier= 17 points, 34 points total]

[Congratulations! You have reached 30 points! The next dream involving Giovanni gets a 1.5x multiplier!]