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potentialguybodyswaps · 8 months ago

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Brother body part swap part 2:

Oh man, my brother is such a dumbass, and now I get to keep his, I mean my new awesome big cock, I get he was trying to be helpful and make me happy, but how dumb could he be?

It started a few days ago when I got kinda self conscious after hanging out with my friends smoking pot, talkin about all the girls we fuck, when in actuality I don’t fuck many, kinda been hurt too many times when they make fun of my dick size….

After my friends left, I sat down with my bro who was high as a kite watching Tv

I asked him “hey Christian, I have a question for you”

“Yuh” Christian said not breaking focus from the tv and looking like a zombie

“How old were you when you first got laid” I said clasping my hands together and leaning in, trying to look like I was focusing on the tv and not his answer

“17”

“And how big is your dick?”

“Um about 9 inches… um you?” He said tilting his head to try and look at me

I wasn’t ready for him to fire back a question like that, I don’t wanna lie but I don’t want him to make fun of me if he’s actually 9 inches, bro must have gotten the good genes in the family

“Um, 7 myself. Why do you ask?” I said feeling like a fraud for lying

“Bro chill, I don’t care, you asked me first after all, what’s the problem, something wrong?” He said finally breaking from trying to make eye contact with me and faced the tv again

“Um, I mean, kinda I guess… some girls I’ve been with kinda think I’m small” i said sinking into the couch feeling embarrassed

“Nah bro, your good, I mean your pretty good looking, no homo. And 7 inches isn’t small, bigger than average, she’s probs just a college slut, there’s always someone bigger. Now let’s just watch the rest of this, and finish the season haha” my brother said laughing referring to the show we’re watching, Rick and Morty, what a fit show for a smoking session might I add

“… wait you think I’m good looking?” I said smiling trying not to blush for some reason “haha thanks bro, just one more question what’s your body count, like how often do you get laid?”

“Uh like 2 or 3”

“2 or 3!? Times or girls?” I said shocked from what I herd

“Times bro, now shut up we can talk about this later dude” he said annoyed that I kept bothering him

I was quiet for the rest of the episode and decided to go up to my room after that figuring that’s the most I could get out of him without it being weird. I mean it was already weird but I didn’t want it to be anymore

I ended up falling asleep pretty early that day sense me and my brother actually go to the same college, we both gotta get up early so he can drive us both there

I wasn’t asleep for long when I herd a knocking at my door

I sat up letting my hair dangle in my face and just pulled my phone out that way I could play games or whatever when whoever walks though the door decides to talk to me

Chris opened the door a little bit and stuck his head in

Ultimately he was just checking in on me asking how I was doing and eventually came in having one of those brotherly talks where he basically just tells me he cares about me, that he’s here if I ever need to talk, and how I’m his favorite little brother, when In reality I’m his only little brother��

We started talking about my problems and I broke down a little bit completely throwing myself onto my bad trying to hide my face so he couldn’t see I was about to cry

I told him I mainly just wanted a actual relationship but all the girls I do like dump me

He told me something along the lines of how he’s not like me, and was shocked this is what I actually want and how it seemed like me and my friends were playing a game of who could fuck the most girls

That just upsetted me even more cause I forgot for a moment about how I’m very good at making it seem like I’m a fuck boi that gets all the girls, when in reality all my one night stands, weren’t one night stands cause of my choice, they all decided 5 inches isn’t enough

Chris could see I was hurting on the inside from this, not knowing the actual reasoning why I can’t keep a girl, and told me that most of his girlfriends always thought I was the cute one, he then proceeded to ask if I wanted him to try and hook me up with one of them

“Ya” I said trying not to let my voice break

“Ok, I’ll start work on it tomorrow” Christian said walking out

The next day came and went as usual, however Christian did tell me I had a date with his Ex Beth in like 2 days! That’s not alot of time to prepare but I think he purposely set it up cause that’s my birthday, must just trying to be cheap and call my date a gift or something

I spent the whole rest of that day and the next telling Christian all my ideas for my date and asking questions like what did she like

Chris told me “just be you, maybe hang out for a little bit, dinner if she gets hungry, perhaps take her out to the lake and go for a swim”

I asked Chris “ how are we gonna get there? It’ll be pretty weird if you have to drive us, even more pathetic if she has to drive us” I said annoyed

I saw chris roll and eyes and reach into his pockets pulling out the keys to his mustang and tossing them to me

“Duh bro you can borrow my car I guess while you go on your date, don’t fucking scratch it tho, you know mustangs aren’t cheap” he said all seriously

“Seriously bro? Your gonna let me drive the stang? What’s the catch, why are you being so nice all of a sudden” I said squinting my eyes at him

“No reason bro, it’s your birthday, that’s like 1 of the 2 days a year I legally have to be nice to you, what you don’t wanna drive it?” Christian said raising an eyebrow to me

“No!, No!, I do! It was just a question that’s all” i said back peddling trying not to get him ask for his keys back

“Listen we can talk more about this tomorrow ok?” I said tossing him back the keys

Me being the stoner I am I proceeded to go back to my room and get high so I can fall asleep and wake up sooner to start enjoying my birthday

As always I’m typically the first one out the door but this morning I almost tripped over a packaged addressed to Chris

I opened back up the front door and yelled “Chris there’s a package here for you! On the step” And the. Proceeded to go back to the car

Once inside I kinda just closed my eyes and tried falling asleep again, sleeps one of my favorite things and I’ll take every minute I can get of it

For some reason my feet got super tight in my shoes but I didn’t think much about it just kicked them off so it quit distracting me from taking a few minute nap

After a bit I could hear my door open and a pair of shoes and keys were tossed on me

“Your driving” I herd a voice say

I looked up was shocked to see my own body wearing my clothes

“Bro what the fuck! Why am I looking at myself” i said frantically trying to pull the sun visor down just to be greeted with my brothers face instead of mine

“Holy shit! I’m you now Christian, how did this happen!?” I said feeling my face thinking I was still asleep

In the corner of my eye I could see my brother reach into his hoodie and pull out a necklace dangling it around his neck

“Remember the necklace you wanted” he said still jiggling the necklace around

“Ya and you got it? And it actually works!?” Holy shit bro this is crazy” I said unbuttoning my jeans so I can check his dick out

“Aye bro, I think you forgot a part” I said looking at him disappointed

“Nah dude, I just felt like it’d be weird to swap that, now anyways get up your driving.” Chris said standing there waiting for me to get up

I stood up, putting on his shoes and walked over to the driver side and started the car. Not gonna lie, really weird being in my brothers body, like carrying the weight feels weird, we both weigh almost the same but since Chris is taller I’m way skinner now than in my real body… but anyways I was really excited to drive my brothers car, I fucking love his car, I kinda have a thing for mustangs

I know it’s important to let your car warm up so I left it started for about a minute before I put it in drive and started heading to our classes

“So… um, how long is this gonna last? Or how long are we gonna stay swapped” i said trying to keep my eyes on the road

“Oh I don’t know, there was a instructions booklet but I don’t think we need that haha… aslong as you want bro, aslong as it’s within reason, so could be for a day, could be for a week or two, but I definitely don’t wanna be you for a whole month haha, guess you could consider this another birthday gift” said laughing checking his smile out in the side mirror

“Oh jeez, thanks bro, but you do remember I have that date tonight right?” I said a bit annoyed about the timing of the swap

“Well I mean we could always swap back after class. Or we could stay like this and I could go on your date for you maybe? That way I can do everything possible to make sure you get a 2nd date and continue seeing you, sense, ya know… you like to fuck up a lot haha” he said laughing at me

“Not funny dude, but ya dude I guess maybe it would be a good idea for you to go as me. You’d probably know what she would like and could probably seal the deal with her to date me” I said pulling off the main road and onto the campus looking for a place to park

“So we have a deal then?” Chris said holding a hand out

“Deal” i said shaking his hand

After turning the car off and opening the door to get out I herd Chris yell “Hope you have a good day CHRISTIAN” he said putting emphasis on his name, er I guess my name for now

“You too benji” I said also putting emphasis on his new name

I went to Chris’s class for the day and they were a lot harder than what I expected mainly the bullshit math and science ones that typically don’t have much to do with whatever major you pick

After school I waited by the car for my brother to come that way I can drive us both home and he can start getting ready his date

Chris was going though my whole closet looking for a outfit that was date worthy and when the time finally came for him to go pick Beth up, he came and grabbed the keys to the car

After he took the keys and left me in his room, I started looking at myself in the mirror slowly stripping looking at my boney figure

I mean Chris ain’t that bad looking but even he admits I’m the better looking one, I mean truthfully I don’t think I’d mind staying in his body, but only if I had his dick, that’s also assuming he’s not lying about being 9 inches hard haha, I know I’m no where near that, I’m really 5 inches and our dad is about the same so I doubt bro is even above 6

Wondering if it was possible a swap could be permanent I remembered Chris said there was a instruction book that he threw away cause who needs one for a fucking necklace

I found a little pamphlet in his trash and started reading it, really only 2 pages explaining how it works, how to do a swap, but after that there was a section explaining what to do if you want a swap to become permanent

The pamphlet said if you want a permanent swap all you have to do is jerk off since the magic in the necklace is holy magic, any sins done while swapped can break the magic link leaving it useless to those that used it. So things like sexual conduct before marriage, or even just jerking off was enough to break it

It’s a good thing I read this cause I was gonna jerk off but I don’t think I wanna be stuck as my brother, taller and skinner now but with the same sized dick I have, it kinda looks even smaller

I decided to get dressed again and started playing Chris’s Xbox looking for a good game to play, finally settling on over watch playing quick play not wanting to mess up his competitive score

About an hour and a half later, I was in the middle of the practice range testing out a new hero when I herd the door open, I paused it and turned around looking up to see my brother “how’d it go, does she still wanna go out with me?” I said

“Oh ya bro, it’s still not over, I’m just here to grab some shorts cause she wants to go down to the lake and go for a swim before it gets real dark… do you think it’d be wrong of me if I tried to fuck her on the first date?” He said grabbing a bag and putting some black shorts and some towels in it

“Nah bro, I mean it does sound like something I’d do, so she might be expecting it” i said not able to help giving him a sly smile

Chris ended up setting his bag down and went into the bathroom connected to his room, just then an idea struck me and I ran to my room grabbing a pair of my shorts and ran back taking his shorts out tossing them under the bed and stuffing mine in the bag

Just then chris came out the bathroom seeing me stuff something in there.

“What’s that” he said walking closer to grab the bag

“Uh… just some condoms, can’t be too careful right?” I said taking a step back trying not to seem suspicious

“Ugh ya thanks bro, stopping at a store to buy some might have been weird if she knew I was planning to do this haha” grabbing the bag and laughing while he walked out saying “see ya later bro”

After he left I couldn’t help but laughing to myself “oh man, I can’t believe I just did that, well I guess atleast now I I’ll know how big his dick is… although I suppose if he does fuck her once we swap junk, we’ll permanently be stuck like this, but I mean if he’s actually that hung and not lying, I think I could live with this, but fuck, I hate the fact that this is a gamble that he’s not lying about how big he is” I thought to myself

I went back to playing my game, going back to quick play, after like 5 or 6 games holding the controller in my hand resting them on my sweats, I started feeling someone brushing my hand, I lifted up both hands and saw a larger bulge than before

“Oh my god this is it, he put my swim shorts on” I thought myself backing out my game and getting up to go to the bathroom

I pulled my sweats down some and could see the large imprint on my underwear, I pulled those down too, to take a piss and was left almost speechless, bro looks as big soft as I do hard that’s insane haha

After getting done with taking I piss I went back to the room and took my pants completely off standing in the middle of the room in just my brothers underwear, I swapped into his early cause why not, not like I could actually swap anything myself

I pulled them down a little bit and grabbed my dick, thinking about how I have my brothers dick might be a little weird but the fact that it’s so much bigger is even hotter

It started growing in my hand and once fully hard I grabbed a tape measure and measured it, I just had to know

And sure enough he wasn’t lying, Chris actually does have a 9 inch dick, we’ll actually 9 inches and 1/4th

I started slowly jerking off at a pace that wouldn’t be able to make me cum, basically just edging and enjoying the use of my huge cock debating if I wanted to cum, I could be the nice brother and swap back with him, but at the same time he probably fucked his ex already, oh man she HAS to be disappointed, but at the same time I don’t wanna go back to disappointed women. But I might not have to, if he fucked her then that means we can’t swap back anyways, but if he hasn’t then that means I have to give him his dick and body back

I sped up my jerking and kept stopping short of cuming for over an hour continuing my internal debate, on whether or not I wanted to do this and keeping Chris’s body, trapping him in mine, like I said kinda hot we’ve swapped bodies entirely, the big dick is even hotter, but I don’t know if I could keep his body forever

Just then I herd a car door slam and I figured that was Christian pissed off, not having anymore time to debate, I sped up, hoping I’m making the right decision, sense I’ve been edging for over an hour it didn’t take long for me to cum now that I ramped up the speed trying to bust before he walks in on me jerking, probably took less than half a minute of me jerking furiously to finally bust sending giant ropes of cum flying out my dick, 6 or 7 ropes total flew out my dick landing a couple feet away and a few more smaller ones landing on my feet

Just as I was panting, about to wipe the tip of my head off and put it away, Chris walks in, i looked at him the moment he opened the door, looking like he was about to yell but went into shock for a few minutes at the site of me with his dick in my hand

“You didn’t!” He said loudly with my old higher voice

“I froze, uh uh uh, this isn’t what it looks like” i said panicking, I thought I’d have a few more moments before he’d come in

“Really? Cause it looks like you swapped my shorts out for yours, I come back after my date almost exploding after I told her I’m almost as big as my brother, which was a let down for her when she saw I’m only 5 inches hard! And walked in right after you got done jerking off in my body!” He said angrily

“Uh, uh, Im sorry just couldn’t help myself, when I noticed my dick didn’t feel right I decided to check it out and then I got hard from looking at this chopper and I just couldn’t help myself haha” i said trying to break the tension

“Whatever dude your lucky Beth still wants to go out with you, we’re fucking done with this swap, get out” he said grabbing some of his clothes and a beanie

I walked out smirking knowing what was gonna happen.

“Hold on,” I said stopping at the door “I thought you said we could stay swapped for a week or too”

“Ya well you forfeited that when you took my shorts and swapped them with your own, I told you I didn’t wanna swap junks with you, I mean who wants a smaller dick, not to mention balls. I didn’t wanna lose 2 inches and instead you forced me to lose 4! Now get out!” He screamed at me slamming the door on me

I went back to my room smirking and just laid on my bed waiting for him to realize swapping back wouldn’t work

I laid in bed for about 5 minutes when I herd a “WHAT THE FUCK” from across the hall and then stomping coming my way

“Oh? Did you change your mind?” I said trying to look shocked but failing to hide a creeping smile from popping up on my face

“No as you can see, I’m wearing my clothes but nothing happened, now help me get this dam necklace off” he said failing to get the necklace off

“Oh this is great, I mean might not be the best body to be stuck in but with a dick this big, I don’t mind giving up the cute brother title, atleast I’ll be the big dicked brother haha fucking sweat!” I thought to myself as I walked over and tried to unclasp the necklace to no prevail, I decided to pull it off breaking the clasp to the necklace

I decided to grab some of my old clothes and put them on before I decided to loosely tie the necklace around my neck so I was technically still wearing it

“Did you ever read the instructions” i said trying to hide a smile

“No, what would be so important about stupid instructions for a necklace” he said frustrated

“A magic necklace, and well in the instructions it says that part of the magic is if you desire to keep your parts you have, all you have to do is cum, ether jerking off or sex, whatever gets you to blow” i said with a full blown shit eating grin now as I saw realization Dawn upon Chris’s face

“And well you already had sex with Beth in my body right?” I said

“Ya” he said changing facial expressions from confused to horrified

“And I already jerked off right before you got back. Which means nothing is probably gonna happen” i said

We waited in silence for a couple minutes before he finally snapped

“So you knew if you jerked off we wouldn’t be able to swap back!? What the fuck is wrong with you dude? Now we’re stuck like this! We gotta find a way to swap back, I don’t wanna be known as the small dick little brother” Chris said with tears in his eyes

“Let me reiterate something you said to me not long ago. “” who wants a smaller dick”” well not me, when I saw you weren’t actually bullshitting about having a 9 inch dick, I decided I don’t actually mind having your body. Knowing you probably would try and bang your ex in my body, I decided to seize the opportunity and jerk off in your body, just to seal the deal in case you didn’t fuck her, just so I can keep this” I said putting my hand in my pants and fondling my dick and balls

“I mean not to mention even if I didn’t swap our shorts out, sense you fucked her we’d still be stuck but then you’d be hung in my body while I kept my shrimp dick in yours, it kinda looked weird on me sense I’m skinner and taller now… so don’t be mad that you fucked up and made it permanent, I just took advantage and swapped the final thing out that way it’s a complete Bodyswap” i said

“I mean you don’t have to be known as the little dicked brother, your known as the cute brother now, you just happen to have a small cock now, so if I was you BENJI, I’d get use to being the smaller brother in more than one way, cause luckily for me, this is permanent now haha” i said laughing and putting emphasis on his name

#longoverdo

#fromthevault

#body swap #male body swap #mtm #permanent #permament bodyswap #male bodyswap

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quinnkdev · 5 months ago

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i wrote a short thing about OFF, and my relationship to it as its translator; thoughts ive wanted to put into words for a while.

you can read it here as well, under the cut.

wait! wait... there is more to be said about OFF than, at the time of my previous review, i had the bandwidth for. i had, temporarily, reached a point of saturation with it - you only regurgitate a game's text again and again so many times until you start getting a bit weary of it, after all - but now that the bomb has burst and the remake is public knowledge (i kept that stuff secret for 2+ years!), i have the peace of mind to really unpack this. OFF was my companion for the late end of my teen years and more or less the whole of my current adulthood. the better - maybe even the best parts of my life - were (at least in part) shaped by adoration for and dedication to this game and its story. OFF survived the beginning and end of several friendships and relationships (romantic or otherwise) throughout my life, and i project it will survive many more - if not me, as a living human being. and i hope you understand that this is a lot to put into writing. can you imagine? something you did at 16 years old, because you were bored and liked a video game; a text someone else made, passed through you like a pamphlet - outgrowing you like that, becoming larger than you may ever be? i wrestle with that feeling frequently. some would grow resentful of the object of this kind of ruminating, especially as a writer and gamedev themselves- but i can't find it in me to ever hate OFF, no matter how often i hear about it; there simply is nothing like it. OFF has created several core memories that i can flash back to. i remember the knot in my stomach at its ending. i remember that it was time to sleep, and i remember staring at the ceiling, closing my eyes, and seeing void behind them, with white bedsheet ghosts floating there. i remember the resolve to translate it. i remember: "i have to show this to decon" (a friend that i've long since stopped speaking to). i remember isaiah (friend i lost touch with, number 2) asking me to keep working on the translation because he loved the game and wanted to know what happens in zone 2. i remember a vacation in france i mostly spent on a shoddy laptop my grandmother owned, on slow (maybe dial-up) internet, tinkering in RPG maker 2003, trying to make more headway in a language i only barely knew better than the one i was translating from. i remember this more than the majority of the relationship that introduced me to the game. that's sad to consider, isn't it? can a story be more significant than a person? i was very unwell for large parts of the time i spent working on this translation. i had dark thoughts; i feared impossible and possible things both. i was depressed, and i made very real attempts to turn the world in the only window i know - my eyes - off. permanently. and maybe- that is why OFF is larger than me. because in the negative space of its conclusion, in the turning of the final switch from ON to OFF, there lies a question: "is all this despair, all this hurt, all this misery and all of this unsolvable injustice of this world worth it?" and OFF, in my opinion, says: yes. or at least, for me it did. i'm not letting go of these memories, or of these stories, or of my adoration for this game. i love it more by the day. i owe a lot to it. this isn't a funeral, it's a celebration. thank you, OFF, and thank you, mortis ghost. i would not be here, i would not be this, and i would not be me without you.

#off (game)#quinntrospection

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nowimjustastranger · 6 months ago

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I have been binge-reading your tumblr all day, and AHHHH, dude I love the StCMO AU so much holy shit. I cannot get enough of it. I actually read a Rick and Morty fic somewhat similar to this? It only focuses on one perspective, though. High key recommend:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22024960

Also love love loveee your fics! I actually first subscribed to your AO3 back when you were first writing Supernatural fanfiction, and then I found you again when I got into Gravity Falls ❤️. The Supernatural to Gravity Falls pipeline is SO REAL and there are so many similarities between Dean vs Stan and Sam vs Ford that it haunts me. I have so many fic ideas just based on episodes of Supernatural 😂. HIWTHI is actually lightly inspired by s2e20.

Sorry, I'm ranting. I had a few questions related to StCMO:

1. What would StCMO!Ford do about a Stan and Ford stuck in a death time loop together? Somewhat similarly to Deja Vu by interlude (though it doesn't have to be), but if it wasn't resolved? I gotta know how he feels about the crossbow death 😭

2. WWS!FD if Bill is constantly going after Stan through Rico and the cartel and whoever else because Ford wanted to make amends with his brother before the portal was finished? Bill doesn't want the distraction, and all of Stan's enemies are easily manipulated into deals to kill Stan off? (an AU of mine i've been toying with)

3. Does he ever feel a little bit detached after going through so many dimensions of Stans and Fords? I feel like it would be easy to become desensitized to it and forget the original perspective he started with.

Holy shit hi! Lovely to see you in the bottomless hole that is the GF fandom with me lmao. And yeah, lots of parallels with respective sets of brothers! I will absolutely read your fic rec! It looks delicious.

Death Loop

Admittedly, Ford 419"3 would have some trouble getting into the time loop, but he'd find a way if it meant safely breaking it. The hardest part for Ford 419"3 would be seeing Stan die and having to wait for the loop to reset. Lots of bad memories being dredged up. Because not only is he traumatized by his time in Bill's clutches, but the missions that go wrong had also left lingering mental wounds. Ford would have to figure out how to keep Stan and his brother alive long enough for Ford to actually break the time loop, so he'd have his hands full to say the least.

Bill is a Bitch

Ford would be having none of that shit. He'd probably enlist Lee to act as a bodyguard and have Lee deliver Stan to his brother safely while Ford handled the threats at the source (ie: wiping out all the gangs that have a vendetta against Stan). After he finished his task or removing the vast majority of threats against Stan to make it harder for Bill to find a puppet, Ford 419"3 would meet Lee and Stan at his counterpart's shack, showing his counterpart the evidence that he and Lee had collected to prove that Bill was behind the attempts on Stan's life.

Same Shit, Different Day

Ford doesn't become desensitized, per say, but seeing so much bad shit does leave it's mark on him. Instead of becoming numb to it, he had become obsessed with the safety of his loved ones. He's mentally unwell in the sense that he's constantly on alert, no longer able to truly let his guard down. Even with Lee and the niblings, unfortunately. He's more like a feral animal than a man, viciously protecting those that he considers his until death. He has insomnia due to his anxiety and paranoia, only sleeping when his body literally shuts down on him. Lee and Fiddleford are working on coaxing him to sleep a little here and there before that happens, but it's slow-going.

#gravity falls #somebody to call my own au #ford pines #stan pines #stan and ford #stan twins #ask box

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introverted-imagineer · 2 months ago

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The Innocent and Guilty Parties

Warnings: Classist themes and language. This chapter jumps between 3rd person and 1st person. Each section has a name above it to help guide who each bit focuses on.

Hello, fellow Imagineers! Please forgive the long wait. I have been battling writer's block. I cannot begin to tell you how many times I have tried and failed to start and write this chapter (so frustrating!) But I truly hope you, fellow readers, enjoy this chapter.

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‘Why did he just walk away like that?’ Twyla asked innocently.

She sat in the small wooden tub, her knees under her chin as she hugged her legs tightly to her front, resting her chin on her kneecaps. My body froze, my fingers stiffly nestled in her thick locks as the soap bubbled against her tiny scalp. Why did he walk away? A question I’d like to know the answer to myself.

‘Well, sweetheart it’s been a long time…I suppose he was just very shocked, you were just a baby when he left and now you’re a beautiful young girl…’

She simply nodded, but her rigid posture relayed the truth, that her queries and worries were still very much at the forefront of her mind. My fingers slightly released from their rigorous mortis like state, allowing me to massage them through her curly locks, a feature I had almost forgotten that resembled Harald’s so closely.

‘He thinks I’m a thief’ she whispered, whether she intended for me to hear her or not, I couldn’t stop my instincts from diving into protection mode.

‘Well he doesn’t know you.’ I fiercely responded, the resentment in my voice not mistaken, even by a seven year old. I tentatively reached for the small bowl, scooping water from the tub, rinsing the long curls that reached halfway down her back. ‘I mean to say darling, you’re not a thief, and what transpired this afternoon…’ my voice trailed, my thoughts racing. She wrapped her arms around her legs tighter, almost trying to cocoon into herself, bracing herself for whatever consequence was to come.

‘Sweetheart…why did you not feel you could go ask your tutor for some spare materials? Why did you just take them?’ I remembered my own mother, how she would always meet troubling topics with an open mind, an open ended question, no matter how much she probably wanted to clip me around the ear.

She didn’t move from her self made cocoon, only shifting her head so that her cheek rested on her knees, gazing at me side on. Her words clearly rested on the edge of her tongue, but her willingness to share was evident. I reached for the cloth, returning to scrubbing her back as a way to make it seem my concentration was elsewhere.

‘Because…they don’t like people like us’ she reluctantly uttered.

‘People like us?’ I responded quizzically.

Truth was, there was no need for her to explain. A childhood full of slander, stereotyping, and misunderstanding meant I knew all to well what her words meant, and the weight they carried.

‘He said I’m the Emperor’s bastard…and he accused me of taking things that I didn’t take.’

It was almost primal. My urge to attack, to scream, to shout. The wickedness of it all unbearably believable, to think that someone could be so sinister to anyone, let alone a child. My own childhood was plagued with such burdensome thoughts. So carefully I had tried to shape a life for Twyla that wouldn’t be anything similar to my own, a life where there was no space for such thoughts. Yet here she sat, in her most vulnerable state, my heart bleeding with guilt and worry.

‘Everyone at the palace is the same…even him’ she said, sighing deeply. ‘Him?’ I asked curiously.

‘My father.’ She sighed.

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What was usually the sounds of birds calling and insects chirping was replaced by the sound of thumping in the distance. I opened my eyes, gently brushing Twylas curls from my face as she rested in total uninterrupted slumber. The thump followed a continuous beat, the rhythm thumping from afar.

I quietly rose from the bed, eyes adjusting to the gentle sunlight as I moved the cloth from the window. Each morning, the small settlement was usually busy with farmers milking their cattle, children distributing hay to the livestock with pitchforks that were too big and heavy for them. The sound of crunching as people harvested crops for their market sales. Instead, it was barren. In the distance, I could see familiar figures walking down the hill towards the city, following the sound of the drumming beat in curiosity. It was only when the distant sound of cheering emitted that the reality truly hit.

The Emperor’s army had returned in full.

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Twyla

The day before had been exhausting. The overwhelming adrenaline that had transpired from the events of the day before, the trepidation of being faced with her father; someone she always thought deep down she might recognise if their paths ever crossed. The reality that she would no longer be welcome at the palace…although in that moment she wasn’t so sure that was a bad thing.

The little girl felt heavy, slumber-some at the thought of having to face the day, a new day which didn’t include the long walk to the palace, the droning on of her tutor, or her post lesson debriefs at the tree with her best friend.

She wearily reached into the bucket of water in the corner of the hut, wiping away the dry tears that had formed crusty cluster on her skin.

The sky was already shining, contrasting to the normal black sky she greeted most mornings. The hut, usually filled by her mother making her breakfast, was instead stark silent. She opened the door of their small home, startled by the absence of her mother or any of her neighbours. Retreating inside she dressed herself, lacing up a pair of boots that were slightly too small for her growing feet. Her other shoes long lost amongst the gardens of the palace, likely already thrown into a fire somewhere.

Daring to venture out she stood in the doorframe unsure whether to retreat back inside or explore the vast emptiness. What if they had taken everyone away? What if the settlement had been ransacked while she were asleep? What if they had taken her mother away? Her thoughts racing with questions, anxiety bubbling in her stomach at the thought of her mother being questioned and crucified by her behaviour the day before.

She took a deep breath, poking her head out, assessing her surroundings determining the safety. Whatever had caused the silence, she was determined to find out why.

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Y/N

As I edged closer to the city centre, the noise was overwhelming. What had started as a solemn solo journey, I was now swept up in a sea of people constantly pushing one another as more people joined the crowd, all joining the expedition to the central chaos. Women held bouquets of flowers, men held long wreaths that they shook above them in celebration. Children ran around clapping their hands as they weaved through the crowd of people.

The drumming became louder, the sound of clanging symbols now complementing the rhythmic beat. People stood on the roofs of buildings, people hanging out almost every window of their homes as they cheered and sung praises below. I weaved through the crowd, placing myself at the edge of the stone wall, looking below. A sea of red paraded through the streets, each one equipped with shields and weapons as they waved at the adoring crowd. Flowers rained down as people threw petals and stems at the soldiers, yelling admirations and blessings, some even crying joyfully. The sea of red seemed to endlessly flow through the streets, people following their path right towards the palace walls.

As I made my way closer to the palace, the sea of red was a stark contrast to the small party of gold that led the parade. So perfectly, the army lined themselves in rows that stretched all the way down and around the path. The crowd watched from above, packed shoulder to shoulder as everyone cast their eyes towards the front of the palace. A long black canopy adorned the front of the palace walls, blocking the view from the crowd above.

As the drumming stopped, the rhythmic clanging from the symbols subsided, the chatter and cheering from the crowd turned to quiet. Many members of the crowd were unsettled, their eyes desperately searching amongst the crowd of warriors, looking for lost family members and loved ones. Their attention disturbed as two men made their way forward, standing on the small podium facing the mystery canopy.

Their presence was met with cheers from the crowd below, banging their weapons on their shields, clapping. As the pair peeled their helmets from their heads, I could feel my blood turn cold. His hair, even from such a great distance, those thick brown curls, the bits of yellow naturally bleached by the sun. Exactly like Twylas. Silently grateful for the crowd from above, I hadn’t noticed my weight leaning against others at the mere shock of his grandeur presence.

From under the canopy, a bejewelling gold figure emerged from underneath. It was only when the priest had finished his speech was the silence broken by an even more chilling voice.

‘Today we welcome back our beloved army, and celebrate their overwhelming victory in Sicily.’

Another voice I hadn't heard in seven years. Another voice that reminded me that the last seven years, everything I’d worked for, the home we’d built for ourselves, the friends we’d made, all of it could be ripped away from under us by the click of the Emperor’s fingers.

The crowd cheers, relishing in all his glory. His every word, his every movement, the crowd couldn’t get enough of his splendour. The excitement amongst the crowd was electric, intensifying as the Emperor invited another presence that terrified me even more.

Her new name, the Empress Zoe.

It was in this moment. Looking at the endless sea that was the Emperor’s army, the way the Empress, Emperor and Harald commanded the audience, did I truly realise the fragility of our situation. The last seven years was only but a passing dream. Reality had returned, and it had returned in full.

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Twyla

Twyla walks cautiously through the streets. The sound of cheering emits from the centre of the city, the calls sporadic and inconsistent. It seemed like a deserted wasteland, clothing left to dance in the breeze, every door and window shut, which were usually open in such heat. She had even seen a couple of rats running freely on the cobblestones.

Her tireless venture was eventually interrupted by the smell of smoke. Instead of following the cheers that had come from the city, she followed the wafting of burnt embers that encapsulated her senses. It wasn’t a smell of wood, or food, or even animal excrement, all smells she was used to at home.

She trailed around, poking her head around the corner of one of the buildings, finding the source of the fire itself. The house stood at the end of a desolate lane, a small courtyard with an array of shrubs and overgrown gardens. Clearly a place that lacked any attention for some time. At the edge of the courtyard, a short stone retaining wall stood enclosing the property. It was along the wall she saw a small collection of scrolls and papers, inscribed with words and drawings she couldn’t make out from her distance.

She tentatively ducked, slowly following the edge of the property. The edge of the retaining wall backed onto a small cliff, but this didn’t seem to deflect her new-found bravery to find out what was written on all the discarded pages. She climbed atop of the small retaining wall, crawling along the top that was just thick enough to maintain her balance and weight. She cautiously looked around, there was no noise, no presence, only a burning fire and a bunch of parchment. She reached down, sitting herself on the wall, and unravelled the wonders of her new-found treasure.

Upon the parchment, sketches of plants and flowers, along with descriptions of healing properties. Another parchment showed drawings of the night sky, little scribbles and notes she couldn’t quite make out. As she kept unravelling, she didn’t notice the new presence that had entered the courtyard.

‘Found what you’re looking for?’ The man sarcastically noted, causing the young girl to jolt, dropping the parchment she was holding. Frozen, she stared at the man as he held an armful of leather bound scrolls above the fire. She didn’t know what was more terrifying. Him, or his willingness to burn what seemed to be a library full of information and knowledge.

‘Bring those to me’ he commanded, dumping the parchment on the ground, taking the metal rod and poking the small fire. Twyla remained still, casting her eyes down at the cliffs edge, debating if it would be a worthy escape. But the man interrupted again. ‘Don’t be foolish, just bring me some of those papers by your feet’ he said, not even looking up at her, clearly more concerned with his task at hand.

She carefully placed her feet on the ground beneath her, watching the mans every movements as she collected bits of paper. He looked up at her, his eyes a natural squint, his hair untamed, his skin a deep brown that indicated he had spent too much time in the sun. She slowly approached, standing opposite him, the fire a barrier between them that made the young girl feel a little safer.

‘Why are you burning all this?’ She asked, her arms full of parchment.

He looked down, his lips pursing, slightly hunched, clearly uncomfortable by her sudden inquisitiveness. He glanced at her, his attention intensifying on her as he took in all her features.

‘Where are your parents?’ He asked, countering her question with another. Little did Lief know, it wouldn’t be enough to deter her. Little did Twyla know, Lief Erikson already knew all too well who the her parents were.

‘Answer my question first’ she responded more confidently. Lief couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle, the similarities to y/n evident. He watched the young girl, wondering how similar she might be to his own niece or nephew.

‘I’m burning these because the information they possess are not helpful for anyone’ he said solemnly, his attention turning back quickly to the fire.

‘Why is that their fault?’ Twyla asked, tilting her head to one side.

‘Whose fault?’ Lief asked unenthusiastically.

‘Well…all this information? Just because you don’t think it’s helpful for you doesn’t mean it’s not helpful for anyone else?’ Again, her attention unwavering, making Lief feel all the more uncomfortable. He didn’t want to have to tell a child about the horrors of Syracuse or the guilt that he carried since.

‘It’s just not something anyone should have’ his voice carrying a tone of impatience as he said it. The young girl let out a sigh, raising one of her eyebrows, a feature that undeniably matched that of Harald. It always bothered him when Harald did that, but he couldn’t find himself getting the same feeling from the young curious girl.

‘You disagree?’ Lief asked, placing the metal rod to the side, crossing his arms. The young girl was clearly tense, her head lowered slightly as her eyes flickered between Lief and the fire. ‘Go on’ he said, forcing his voice to be more cheerful.

‘Well…I think that there are things here that could be used to better the world…and maybe there are things here that can be shared’ her words trailed off as she busied herself with the scrolls in her arms, reaching for one in particular. Her new found confidence was striking to Lief, as the previously timid girl walked around the fire pit, her arms outstretched as she offered Lief a piece of parchment. He tentatively took the page, unravelling it’s contents. On the page, a series of drawings and words about plants and flowers.

His throat hitched. The memory of Miriam, how she carried such plants on her person to manage pain and aches. It was only the sight of Twyla in front of him that brought him back from his internal darkness. He sighed, unsure of how to balance the moral queries of the little girls questions and what happened in Syracuse.

‘Maybe I can take some? My mother and I could maybe use some of this to help people? Better than burning it?’ She said, opening scrolls and assessing the contents. Lief couldn’t help but feel enamoured by the young girls curiosity, and her proficient wisdom. He couldn’t help but admire the young girl, and the job her mother had done in raising her. He hoped his own sister had done the same for the child she bore.

Lief smiled to himself. ‘You have a look, and show me what you want to take, I can’t promise I’ll let you keep everything, but if you think these writings will make the world a better place then I’ll let you take it.’ The young girl couldn’t help but jump up in excitement, and Lief happily watched as she took to her task, unravelling all the parchment within reach.

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Harald

The palace, that had stood solemnly and lonely for the past seven years, now possessed a resurgence of life. A grand feast covered the tables in the main hall, there was chatter, and laughter, almost causing a headache for the Empress. The Emperor strode around his grand hall, the familiarity giving him a sense of peace. His castle the same as when he left, but with his newfound successes, it felt all the more glorious.

The Empress watched from afar, watching as Harald politely shook hands and engaged in conversation with admirers, accepting congratulations on his new title Spatharkandidatos. She watched as Harald glanced over at his friends, trying to politely dismiss the strangers who were desperate to talk to him. The Empress slowly made her way towards the group, anticipating her moment with Harald without drawing the suspicions of her husband.

As Harald finally approached the group, the Emperor approached also. ‘Harald!’ He cheered, his smile wide, his teeth gleaming as Harald directed his attentions to him, bowing dutifully. As the Empress was about to speak, the Emperor interrupted again.

‘Harald Sigurdsson, I’m disappointed to not see your wife or daughter here celebrating with us’ he said, wrapping his arm possessively around the Empresses waist. The discomforting look did not escape their friends, however the Emperor was none the wiser.

‘After seven years away, it’s overwhelming for us all I suppose’ Harald offered as diplomatically as he could. The truth was Harald was speaking more for himself than of y/n and Twyla. The parade, the honouring of his new title, his return to Constantinople had been all a blur since he came face to face with his daughter the night before. Like the walking dead, his consciousness was punctured and subdued by the fear in his daughters eyes when he had faced her. Harald had gone to bed that night, replaying the scene over and over. How he had yelled, how he had scared her, but how he sensed that the life he had tried to set up for her had not acclimated at all. The prospect that his daughter had succumbed to a life of thievery and pickpocketing to survive. The way her clothes were ripped, the mess of items that fell from her bag. Harald was disappointed, but no more than himself; how he had simply walked away, failing to acknowledge his wife nor daughter after seven years of absence.

His guilt was matched, however, by anger. How y/n had never responded to any of his letters, how nobody seemed to know anything of his wife or daughter when messengers travelled between Constantinople and wherever the war had taken them. In his mind, y/n had robbed him of what little he could have. Seven years of wonder, of broken hope when messengers informed him they had no news of his family, that his wife refused to take any letter or message from him. The torture of the unknown was more menacing than any opponent on the battlefield.

‘I sent the invitation personally’ the Empress remarked, placing her hand on her husband’s which still rested on her waist. Harald’s face dropped, his eyes seeming sullen all of a sudden. ‘The child had stopped attending her lessons…I wonder if she is unwell?’ The Empress continued. But the Emperor interrupted once again, sensing the confusion and concern that was rattling inside his noble warrior. ‘My dear, this is not the time to discuss such personal matters’ he whispered, his tone condescending.

‘Emperor’ a voice called, drawing his attentions to another part of the room. He placed a gentle pat on his wife’s lower back as he walked away.

‘Do you still wish to return to Norway to be King?’ The Empress asked.

‘My desires have never wavered. It is my destiny’ Harald responded, his unwavering doubt clearly a disappointment to the Empress.

‘Destinies can change’ she remarked confidently.

Harald was not naive. It was very clear, even after seven years apart, the Empresses admiration for him had not faltered. Harald knew that her feelings was more a cause of danger for him rather than the Empress herself. But even with a wife, Harald could feel his insides quiver. There was no doubt, the Empress was beautiful, generous…possessive, but Harald needed to get closer to her. She clearly knew something about his child, and he was desperate for information.

His sense of danger heightened as a group of palace guards approached him in the middle of the celebrations, leading him to the underground of the palace, away from the safety of anyone else.

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Y/N

‘Y/n’ Mathilda’s voice softly called as I sat in the garden, ripping weeds from the crops, aimlessly throwing them over the small wooden fence. Anger. All I felt was anger. How proudly he stood, basking in the glory of an empire that wasn’t his. How the Emperor and Empress decorated him with titles.

‘Harald is back’ she said, letting herself in through the small garden fence, picking up the destruction that I had clearly made by ripping away at the garden.

‘I know. I saw him’ I stated coldly.

‘You weren’t at the celebration?’ She said, more as a question rather than a statement. I couldn’t help but scoff at the ridiculousness of it. ‘How was I supposed to know that I had been called to see the great Harald Sigurdsson? He certainly didn’t say anything yesterday’ I sarcastically and aggressively stated.

‘You saw him yesterday?’ She quizzed, lowering herself down to the ground next to me. ‘He called Twyla a thief, and then walked off when we finally came face to face. SHIT!’ I exclaimed, holding the stems of an onion plant that clearly wasn’t ready to be pulled. ‘Seven years, you’d think he might have at least said hello or asked how we were, not fucking walk off’ I yelled, startling the livestock as they ran further away from the fence near the house. ‘You know, from what those viking scum took from us all those years ago, the events we endured, how our lives have been affected, why is it that people like that seem to get every fucking thing they want!’

I could barely catch my breath before Mathilda made another remark.

‘Are you jealous y/n?’ She asked quietly.

It was then that my arm seemed to involuntarily thrust, my arm giving a sharp whip as the premature onions went flying into the paddock.

‘I’M NOT JEALOUS, THE WORLD JUST TIME AND TIME PROVES OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO BE FUCKING CRUEL AND COMICALLY UNFAIR’. It was only when my shouting finished did I realise that a sheep had jumped the paddock, and my cheeks were wet with tears.

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Harald

‘Forgive the intrigue, but no one can know where this place is’ the Emperor noted, standing cynically at the end of the hall. Harald, startled, remained quiet as he waited for whatever move the Emperor was about to make.

The Empress stepped into view, making Harald’s insides quiver.

‘Can I trust you Harald Sigurdsson?’ The Emperor asked.

His question struck two emotions within Harald. Disbelief and fear. Disbelief that after seven years of loyal service, that the Emperor would question his loyalties. Fear, as to the uncertainty of the Empresses presence.

‘I believe I have earned that trust’ he responded. The Emperor smiled, turning around as he walked further into the private chamber.

‘Then enter the Emperor’s vault’ he announced cheerfully.

The room was filled with gold, silver, and jewels. It was unlike anything Harald had seen. In that moment, he was finally distracted from any thought of his daughter or y/n. His attention wavering even further when the Emperor announced it was for Harald to take, and not simply admire.

But the diverted attention only lasted momentarily. Even faced with all the treasures he could ever dream of, he still wanted information on his greatest treasures of all.

‘What of my daughter…and wife?’ Harald asked. The Emperor smiled. ‘I admire your devotion to family’ he said, strolling casually towards another door. ‘For this, I shall leave you to deliberate with my wife’ he said, exiting the chamber mysteriously.

The Empress watched him eagerly, teasingly strutting closer and closer to his large frame. But Harald was determined to keep his composure. Eyes were always everywhere.

‘I tried to give your letters to your wife personally’ she said. ‘I even tried to give them to your daughter to take home, but they never seemed to make it home’. Harald’s hands tensed, clamping his fingers into a fist.

‘You said she has stopped attending her lessons?’ He asked.

‘Harald, I didn’t want to say anything in front of the others, but your daughter has been accused of stealing prized jewels from the palace.’ Harald couldn’t help but be confused by her statement. ‘What kind of prized jewels?’ He asked curiously. ‘Some relics that clearly have been taken from the church, her tutor managed to retrieve from her belongings, but there are more missing items that the clergy have noticed.’ Her faced offered a comforting softness as she looked at Harald, lifting her hand and brushing her hand against his cheek. ‘I’m sorry, this is not news I wanted to share’ she whispered softly. Defeated by the news, she trailed her hand down his arms, placing something solid in his hand.

‘But you don’t have to choose, you can have everything’ she said, gesturing to the items in the room, before taking her leave, leaving Harald Sigurdsson vulnerable and confused.

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Harald

’This is what you fought for. Everywhere we went these were your rewards’ Harald exclaimed, baffled by the sight of Lief burning all the knowledge that he had procured over the last seven years. But Lief was determined, he had already been diverted by the young girl earlier that day, he simply wanted to finish what he started.

‘I intended to use the knowledge to make the world better. I have used it to make it worse’ Lief coldly responded.

Lief, what happened in Syracuse was not your fault’ Harald said, so matter of factly in a way that had always irritated Lief. But as he looked at Harald, his stern face softened to one of compassion, he couldn’t help but speak.

‘She’s a lot like you…the expression similar’ Lief said, waving the scroll in his hand. ‘Expect, she’s a lot wiser than you or I in many ways’ he said, facing his back to Harald as he retrieved more materials to burn.

‘Who?’ Harald asked curiously.

‘Twyla’ Lief responded, deciding not to look at Harald, incase his words hit deeper than intended.

‘You met her? You talked to her?’ Harald asked, pacing closer to Lief, his face one of disbelief. Lief simply nodded casually, fuelling Harald more.

‘She was here? What did she say? What is she like?’ Harald asked, his strong hand grasping onto Lief’s wrist as he went to throw another scroll in the fire. Begrudgingly, Lief dropped the scroll, walking over to the retaining wall, taking a seat as he looked at the dumbfounded Harald Sigurdsson.

‘She is stubborn, but wise and curious, especially for someone so young. She is kind, but not in a manner that is overbearing. She is cautious, but bold. She is certainly her mothers daughter.’ He said, realising that his last sentence might not be a comforting factor to his friend.

‘Did she ask about me at all?’ Harald asked, his vulnerability surprising Lief.

‘Not specifically’ Lief responded. ‘I asked her where she learnt to read, she said she used to go to classes her father had organised for her before he left for the war’ he noted nonchalantly. Harald raised his hand, covering his mouth in frustration as he scratched at his chin. ‘The Empress told me she’s been stealing from the palace’ Harald responded, his face back to that sternness that was so common to him.

Lief laughed, angering Harald.

‘What?’ Harald demanded.

‘Harald, you and I come from very different worlds. I have known thief's, and pickpockets, and liars. Your daughter is not one of them’ Lief said, so matter of factly.

‘Well Elena said…’ Harald begun, only to be interrupted by Lief.

‘Elena is dead, she is now the Empress Zoe. Elena was your friend, but the Empress is not’ he sternly told Harald, reaching for more scrolls and waltzing back over to the fire.

‘Well explain to me why she has been accused of thievery, has stopped attending her lessons, and my daughter nor her mother ever responded to any of my letters? The Empress seems to be the only person willing to tell me what's been going on, so explain to me how I cannot consider her a friend if she’s the only one telling me anything of use’ Harald impatiently remarked, using his fingers to count off each fact.

‘Maybe you should ask y/n yourself’ Lief remarked, causing his friend to stomp off angrily with a final remark.

‘My wife has refused contact with me in seven years, why would she start now!’

Little did either of them know, the young girl sat hidden, her back pressed against the wall, having heard everything between Lief Eriksson and Harald Sigurdsson.

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Y/N

‘YOU LIAR’ Twyla’s voice screamed, causing me to jump.

‘What are you talking about sweetheart?’ I asked, dropping the large wooden spoon in the pot. ‘And what are all those scrolls?’ I asked, rising from the small stool, giving her my full attention.

‘I HEARD HIM, I HEARD HIM TALK ABOUT THE LETTERS!’ She yelled, stomping her foot on the ground.

‘WHO AND WHAT LETTERS?’ I yelled back, my eyes closed, my hands involuntarily twitching.

‘MY FATHER! He says he sent letters!’ She exclaimed, my dumbfound expression not deterring her.

‘You spoke to him?’ I asked, squatting to match her height as I reached out, trying to comfort her distresses. But she took a step back, determined to keep composure.

‘No, he told the man, his friend…Leaf’ she said heatedly.

‘Lief?’ I asked.

‘He told Lief you didn’t respond to his letters’ she expressed defeatedly. ‘Maybe he wouldn’t believe I was a thief if he knew a little about me, but you didn’t reply to his letters.’ She dropped the scrolls, her mouth turned downward.

I cautiously shuffled closer, placing my hands gently on her now-crossed arms.

‘Twyla, I never received any letters.’

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✶⋆.˚ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐃 — 🇲🇾 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ 𝕎𝔸ℝ𝕊 🇷🇪🇦🇱🇮🇹🇾

❝the force is more than just an energy field, it is a living thing. and like any living thing, it creates. it creates life, energy, creativity. it creates every feeling that rises up in your chest and very spark of inspiration that crosses your mind. it brings breath to your lungs at clarity to your mind. it creates life. it created...you.❞ ❝don't be fooled by those who are petty enough to keep you beneath them, my son. rise. rise like you were always meant to. you are a phoenix, breaking out from your ashes of normativity and being reborn into something more. learn from the jedi, let yourself be teachable, but do not forget where you come from. you are the stars, act like it.❞

✶⋆.˚ EDDI MORTE — THE CHILD OF THE STARS, GREY JEDI he/they transmasc non-binary alban jedi padawan 17 years bisexual

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝no one quite knows where he came from. he was brought to the jedi temple with all the other younglings, but he's always been different. he was made a padawan younger than anyone else. he's strong with the force. he's one to be reckoned with on the battlefield. some say he's stronger than the chosen one. some say he's a fraud. but, no one knows the truth.❞

THE PAST & PRESENT

I was born on the remote outer rim planet of alba and raised by my druid mother, who taught me to revere the living force and it's personifications, the gods of mortis. I was given to the jedi early after a dream my mother had. she told me this is where I was destined to be. and I suppose she was right.

training with the other younglings felt so circumstantial. i'd much rather be silent and feel the force on the move. my unconvential methods got me put with an unconventianal master—plo koon.

master plo and I saw eye to eye on many things, however we never did quite agree on the nature of the force. my mother raised me to revere every part of the force—the light and the dark. and having both inside of you made you whole as a person. after all, it was just as unnatural to be whole good as it was to be wholly evil. the rest of the jedi didn't quite share my views, though if I didn't mention it much, they didn't see it as enough of a problem to address.

one person got it, ahsoka tano. she always did understand me better than myself. master skywalker's padawan was just the right kind of reckless to counteract my more thoughtful approach. she pulled me out of my shell and I helped me not walk off of cliffs. we made a perfect duo.

however, as the war continues, I begin to question everything. as well as my place in it. are the jedi truly the keepers of peace? or are they just as corrupt as the enemy they claim to stand against?

the force is at war with itself. the future is clouded.

THE FUTURE

my dissatisfaction with the council and the order leads me to make reckless choices. a boldness I hadn't known before this. I steal a forbidden holocron taken from a sith temple generations ago. this curiosity leads me into the council's crosshairs. instead of backing down, I call out the corruption I see between the jedi and the senate. they do not like that. after a swift trial, I am promptly expelled from the order and exiled from coruscant.

i return to my home planet for a few years before receiving a distress call from ahsoka, whom I'd given my comm for emergencies. however, I can't get through to her. I return to coruscant to find the temple burning. the republic has fallen into darkness, just as I predicted.

I try to search for ahsoka afterwards, praying that she survived. on my search, I end up running into a rogue group of clones who seemed to have survived the fall of the republic and rise of the darkness of the empire. the bad batch, as they call themselves, are looking for safety and a fresh start. I stay with them for awhile, helping where I can until its too dangerous for me to stay with them. I was named an enemy of the republic when I was expelled, there's no way to know what the empire thinks of me now. I do help them find their lost brother before parting ways.

through my travels across the galaxy, I start helping where I can. alba becomes my safe base through all of this. during this time, I start experimenting more with my abilities, tapping into things the jedi never let me touch. it feels good, powerful, however it's quickly overwhelming.

my mother does what she can, however she knows she needs someone to get through to me. and she finds the comm to ahsoka. by some miracle, ahsoka responds and comes to find me. she helps avoid falling too far into something I can't come back from. after seeing her fear, I vow to never let her become fearful like that because of me again.

ahsoka and I hide out on alba for years, reconnecting and starting to walk down the middle grey path together. we use one another for accountability, keeping each other in check to avoid letting what happened to me happen again.

eventually, we do get found and after fighting off the empire's invasion, we both know we have to be back into the fight. we come fulcrum together—the rebel informant.

after a long time of being in the shadows, we join up with the ghost crew. it feels good to be on the front lines again—even if kanan doesn't exactly trust me. I can't blame him though, it can be a bit disconcerting to see someone wield dual sabers—one white and purified and the other red like the sith. however, the blades are perfectly me.

ahsoka's death crushes me and I take awhile to recover from it. however, I stay on with the ghost crew, seeing them like a second family that reminds me of the 104th. finding wolffe makes that memory a reality. and when ahsoka returns, brought back by ezra, I leave to go find her.

we fight with the rebellion for a long time—until the empire is defeated. before we both fix our sights on the last piece of the puzzle—thrawn.

he's got to be out there somewhere. and if he is, then ezra is with him. and we've got to bring him home.

now playing....

foreigner's god — hozier 0:37 ──⚬──── 3:36 ⇆ ◃◃ ıı ▹▹ ↻

next in the 104th battalion queue;

religion — isak danielson when it rains — paramore take me to church — hozier brick by boring brick — paramore the line — twenty one pilots feed the machine — poor man's poison running with the wolves — aurora as the world caves in — matt maltese the news — paramore runaway — aurora

#happy may the 4th!!#a bit late by i figured I'd post this intro in honor #a got a lot of things bouncing around my brain here and not all of them are coherent #but it's my special interest of course my dr lore for it is gonna be complez #shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting #shifting realities #eddie screams #eddie's drs #shifting community #desired reality #star wars shifting #star wars shifter #star wars dr #the clone wars dr #dr intro #dr introduction

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stormcloudrising · 9 months ago

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If JD won't hook up then who do you think is the younger and comely lover Dany was dreaming about? There's also the mystery man who was cold a ice. Two quotes hinting at a mysterious man for Dany seems like too much of a coincidence.

Hi Nonny,

Thanks for the ask.

To answer the first part of your question, let’s look at the passage you referenced.

What Dany wanted she could not begin to say, but Jorah's kiss had woken something in her, something that had been sleeping since Khal Drogo died. Lying abed in her narrow bunk, she found herself wondering how it would be to have a man squeezed in beside her in place of her handmaid, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been. Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow. —A Storm of Swords - Daenerys II

The passage is about wish fulfillment on Dany’s part. She’s lonely and wants someone to love and lay beside her at night. She’s looking for someone to take the place of Khal Drogo. But she’s a young girl and she doesn’t want someone like Jorah who’s old enough to be her father. Young girls dream of men closer to their age who are comely and daring and adventurous. She very liked Sansa in this instance.

Dany’s wish fulfillment is not about any specific person as is suggested by the shifting shadow, but more her thoughts on the ideal partner. The passage is also a set up for the introduction of Daario as a couple of chapters later, the shadow comes into focus with his arrival on the scene.

Daario is as unlike Jorah, and as similar to Khal Drogo as it’s possible to be without him actually being Drogo. Young and comely? ✅ a warrior and leader of men? ✅ Dark and dangerous? ✅ He even wields an arakh like Drogo.

Daario personifies the type of man that interests Dany. So, while Dany may not have literally dreamt of him, he’s the type she was dreaming of. Hope that makes sense.

As for the man with blue lips, many fans in the fandom are of the opinion that it’s Jon and I’m suspecting that you are of this opinion as well, but I disagree with that interpretation.

The basis for this theory is Bran’s first weirwood vision when he saw Jon’s dead body in the ice cells at Castle Black.

Finally he looked north. He saw the Wall shining like blue crystal, and his bastard brother Jon sleeping alone in a cold bed, his skin growing pale and hard as the memory of all warmth fled from him. And he looked past the Wall, past endless forests cloaked in snow, past the frozen shore and the great blue-white rivers of ice and the dead plains where nothing grew or lived. North and north and north he looked, to the curtain of light at the end of the world, and then beyond that curtain. He looked deep into the heart of winter, and then he cried out, afraid, and the heat of his tears burned on his cheeks.

—A Game of Thrones, Bran III

Except for Jon’s body being cold and frozen, the rest of the scene doesn’t match up. Of course, blue is mentioned in the wall, and a body will start to turn blue when exposed to extreme cold as cyanosis or livor mortis sets in because of lack of oxygen. However, the bruised blue lips doesn’t match up.

The man with bruise blue lips and a member as cold as ice Euron, which is interesting because while Daario and Drogo were similar types of men, the way Daario and Euron are described, they could almost be the same person. It’s why some in the fandom are in favor of this theory.

I don’t think they are the same person because the timing doesn’t match up, and it would mean that Euron was able to be in two places at once; and nothing in the story thus far has shown that to be possible. So, unless George comes out with a magical reason that would explain how Euron could fly across the seas faster than a speeding bullet, they are two separate individuals. Oh, and there’s also the fact that Daario’s lips are not blue.

My thinking is that Daario is in the story to prepare Dany for Euron. If she loses Daario, and that possibility is on the table, she will be more susceptible to Euron when he starts trying to worm his way into her feelings. He’s the type of guy she goes for, and he will heavily remind her of Daario. Also, her dream of the man with the blue lips suggests that Euron may already have begun his seduction of her.

George actually begins the set up to it being Euron a few chapters earlier when Xaro Xhoan Daxos pays Dany a visit, and then he reveals the truth in TWOW.

"Not all your enemies are in the Yellow City. Beware men with cold hearts and blue lips. You had not been gone from Qarth a fortnight when Pyat Pree set out with three of his fellow warlocks, to seek for you in Pentos."

Dany was more amused than afraid. "It is good I turned aside, then. Pentos is half a world from Meereen."

—A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys III

After Xaro leaves, Barristan as the Lord Commander of her Queens Guard shows his concern at the potential threat.

Ser Barristan cleared his throat and said, "This warlock that the merchant spoke of …"

"Pyat Pree." She tried to recall his face, but all she could see were his lips. The wine of the warlocks had turned them blue. Shade-of-the-evening, it was called. "If a warlock's spell could kill me, I would be dead by now. I left their palace all in ashes." Drogon saved me when they would have drained my life from me. Drogon burned them all.

"As you say, Your Grace. Still. I will be watchful."

—A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys III

Dany’s choice of words is interesting because Pyat Pree is not the warlock Barristan needs to worry about. In A Feast for Crows, we get this interesting conversation between Victorion and Euron, when the latter sends the former to Meereen to bring back Dany for him to wed. Keep in mind that AFFC and ADWD is one book split into two, and so events in them are taking place around the same time.

Euron turned to face him, his bruised blue lips curled in a half smile. "Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower?" The wind came gusting through the window and stirred his sable cloak. There was something obscene and disturbing about his nakedness. "No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap."

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The captain took the cup Euron had not offered, sniffed at its contents suspiciously. Seen up close, it looked more blue than black. It was thick and oily, with a smell like rotted flesh. He tried a small swallow, and spit it out at once. "Foul stuff. Do you mean to poison me?"

"I mean to open your eyes." Euron drank deep from his own cup, and smiled. "Shade-of-the-evening, the wine of the warlocks. I came upon a cask of it when I captured a certain galleas out of Qarth, along with some cloves and nutmeg, forty bolts of green silk, and four warlocks who told a curious tale. One presumed to threaten me, so I killed him and fed him to the other three. They refused to eat of their friend's flesh at first, but when they grew hungry enough they had a change of heart. Men are meat."

—A Feast for Crows - The Reaver

Xaro tells Dany that two weeks after she destroyed the House of the Undying, and left Qarth, Pyat Pree and his warlock brethren sail to Pentos in search of her to exact vengeance.

And Euron later tells Victorian about capturing a gallaes out of Qarth with 4 warlocks and a quantity of shade-of-the-evening. What are the odds that he and Xaro are talking about two different sets of warlocks? Absolutely nil, which is confirmed in the preview chapter for TWOW, which George read at a convention. It was taped by fans and later transcribed by Poor Quentyn.

“Drink with me. Your king commands it.”

Euron grabbed a handful of the priest’s tangled black hair, pulled his head back, and lifted the wine cup to his lips. But what flowed into his mouth was not wine. It was thick and viscous, with a taste that seemed to change with every swallow.

Now bitter, now sour, now sweet. When Aeron tried to spit it out, his brother tightened his grip and forced more down his throat. “That’s it, priest. Gulp it down. The wine of the warlocks, sweeter than your seawater, with more truth in it than all the gods of earth.”

“I curse you,” Aeron said, when the cup was empty. Liquor dripped from down his chin into his long, black beard.

“If I had the tongue of every man who cursed me, I could make a cloak of them.”

Aeron hawked and spat. The spittle struck his brother’s cheek and hung there, blue--black, glistening. Euron flicked it off his face with a forefinger, then licked the finger clean. “Your god will come for you tonight. Some god, at least.”

—The Forsaken - The Winds of Winter Preview Chapter

There is a suggestion in another Dany chapter that while in exile, Qarth might have been Euron’s base of operation when he was not out reaving.

Dany had laughed when he told her. "Was it not you who told me warlocks were no more than old soldiers, vainly boasting of forgotten deeds and lost prowess?"

Xaro looked troubled. "And so it was, then. But now? I am less certain. It is said that the glass candles are burning in the house of Urrathon Night-Walker, that have not burned in a hundred years.

—A Clash of Kings - Daenerys V

Many in the fandom, myself included think that Urrathon Night-Walker is Euron. It fits with all the symbolism and him conveniently being in the area at the same time, but there’s also the curious detail revealed in an Asha chapter concerning an ancient Greyjoy ancestor from the Age of Heroes. With his legend and similar sounding name, he seems to have been a Euron prototype.

"Torgon Greyiron was the king's eldest son. But the king was old and Torgon restless, so it happened that when his father died he was raiding along the Mander from his stronghold on Greyshield. His brothers sent no word to him but instead quickly called a kingsmoot, thinking that one of them would be chosen to wear the driftwood crown. But the captains and the kings chose Urragon Goodbrother to rule instead. The first thing the new king did was command that all the sons of the old king be put to death, and so they were. After that men called him Badbrother, though in truth they'd been no kin of his. He ruled for almost two years."

—A Dance with Dragons - The Wayward Bride

So we have Euron, which clues suggests might have been in Qarth around the same time as Dany, and who might just have a glass candle, using shade-of-evening. A drug it is suggested came into his possession when he captured Pyat Pree’s ship that sailed just a couple of weeks after Dany left Qarth.

The same Forsaken preview chapter confirms that it was indeed Pyat Pree’s ship that Euron captured when Aeron sees the captured warlocks on the Silence, Euron’s ship.

Last were two warlocks of the east, with flesh as white as mushrooms, and lips the purplish¬-blue of a bad bruise, all so gaunt and starved that only skin and bones remained. One had lost his legs. The mutes hung him from a rafter. “Pree,” he cried as he swung back and forth. “Pree, Pree.”

—The Forsaken - The Winds of Winter Preview Chapter

While Dany discounted the warning Xaro gave to her about Pyat Pree, it is taking form in her dreams with the man with bruised blue lips, and all evidence point to the warlock in question being Euron.

That night her cooks roasted her a kid with dates and carrots, but Dany could only eat a bite of it. The prospect of wrestling with Meereen once more left her feeling weary. Sleep came hard, even when Daario came back, so drunk that he could hardly stand. Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himself inside her, his manhood was cold as ice. She sat up with her hair disheveled and the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she was alone. She wanted to shake him, wake him, make him hold her, fuck her, help her forget, but she knew that if she did, he would only smile and yawn and say, "It was just a dream, my queen. Go back to sleep."

—A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys VII

As it is strongly suggested that Euron also has access to a glass candle, it is quite possible that he’s entering Dany’s dreams and seducing her in that manner. It’s strongly implied that he’s doing just that to his brother, only, he is giving him nightmares. However, while Euron might be manipulating Aeron in his dreams, the Damphir is also seeing the truth of some things.

The dreams were even worse the second time. He saw the longships of the Ironborn adrift and burning on a boiling blood¬-red sea. He saw his brother on the Iron Throne again, but Euron was no longer human. He seemed more squid than man, a monster fathered by a kraken of the deep, his face a mass of writhing tentacles. Beside him stood a shadow in woman’s form, long and tall and terrible, her hands alive with pale white fire. Dwarves capered for their amusement, male and female, naked and misshapen, locked in carnal embrace, biting and tearing at each other as Euron and his mate laughed and laughed and laughed...

—The Forsaken - The Winds of Winter Preview Chapter

So, yes, all evidence so far points to it being Euron and not Jon who Dany dreams of. And in a way, with Daario’s similarity to Euron, one can argue that both Dany’s dreams were about the same person…Euron.

#ask stormcloud #daenerys targaryen #euron greyjoy #Daenerys x Euron #thoughts on this and that

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proxylynn · 6 months ago

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This is for my friend who has started to like Vic Porter since she doesn’t have tumblr!

Is there any lore of him? Even some small and obscure things about him, for example, his love for cats?

If not, thank you for taking your time into answering her question! She has really been enjoying Vic and his similarities with Squidward!

[I've been looking since seeing this ask. The problem being...Vic doesn't have much dropped about him. The Frost Bite twitter only has art and his character sheet. The patreon only has his art. The Purple official site doesn't have him. Mortis and Bile's tumblrs have nothing. Now for the sad news...Their curiouscat ask pages are now gone as the site has shutdown. So a crap ton of lore from multiple VNs is just gone. (this includes Broken Colors, Doublesided Mirror, Apples to Ashes, Your Dearest Boyfriend, and many others)

However...I did save many of these pages earlier when they went on hiatus (before any hint of shutdown so people assumed it'll just be there forever). This bit me in the ass though. As what I did save from Mortis and Bile's pages didn't have Vic lore. BUT! On Mortis's NSFW twitter, they show that they were answering Vic Q/As on CC before it went bye-bye (I'm sorry I didn't save that in time) and they posted the tweet answers. So I hope this small scrap is okay. It's sadly the best I could do. I'll try the Wayback Machine and see if...(it didn't work).]

{I will add this fact about Vic...He isn't killed in Frost Bite. He appears in Purple which takes place a year after the events of Frost Bite, so no worries there. And a fun Tate fact to add-on to this one...}

#ask op #vic porter #tate frost #frost bite #frost bite game #purple game #purpleverse

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toyybox · 3 months ago

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Spiderwebs #51: Panacea

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content: alcohol, religious themes, gore, stabbing, choking, nonconsensual kiss

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Heather thought it would take the edge off, but it only made her drunk. There was so much blood. It took her some time to wash it off her skin, and even then, she thought she could see flecks of red. And the smell. That sour smell. It wouldn’t go away. She had to drown it out in soap and perfume, artificial sweetness that did nothing to soothe her, and it filled her head even then.

Callaghan’s head was caved wide open. He was motionless on the bathroom floor. She almost thought he would get up. You've made your point. You can get up, professor. But he was dead.

It wasn't right. He hadn't deserved to die. But what made her so certain of that? It was Callaghan that taught her these things, the weight of a shovel, the dirt in the darkness when everyone else was asleep.

Eventually, she gathered five or six samples she had of the parasite, sustained inside vials of blood, and she injected him with each one. But it had never worked before, and it didn’t work now. For a brief moment he moved, actually moved, then rigor mortis set in again and cast him into stillness. He was dead either way. His soul was gone. The way his clouded eye darted towards her was nothing more than the twitching of dead meat. Neurons and chemicals misfiring out of time. Useless muscle memory. Those habits the body never forgot.

She had to get rid of his remains. Nobody had noticed him missing yet, but they would soon. She wanted to shake him by the shoulders. Wake up, professor. Maybe Jackie had ruined her perception of things. His immortality gave her false confidence, that the blow wouldn’t be fatal, that the professor wouldn’t be shaken by something as insignificant as a pipe. Of all things. Not even a blade. Not even a bullet.

She hadn’t meant to kill him. She… she wasn’t trying to… She didn’t want this! She wanted Callaghan back, not a dead body. She wanted…

I’m going to hell. She kept pacing outside the bathroom door. There was a knot in her throat and a twisting feeling in her stomach. They would kill her for this. At least God’s judgment was before Him alone. There was dignity in that, in fire and brimstone. There wasn’t any dignity in an execution.

She did not want to die. But that was not her choice to make. The clock ticked despite her reservations, and fortune’s wheel spun all the same. There was only one thing left to do.

She gathered peroxide powder, a bucket of water, and bleach soaked in a rag. She could leave him in the river. No, someone would find him this time of year, when the current ran freely. They’d start asking questions. She would burn him. Or bury him. Either way, she needed to dispose of the evidence soon. In a few days, Callaghan wouldn’t look like a person at all. Just rotting meat.

His remains she butchered and left in a black bag, which she kept in the freezer. The bathroom was spotless. Heather began drinking straight from the bottle. She was too drunk to carry a glass—she had shattered two already. There was no real reason to be upset. Callaghan had been an obstacle she had gotten over. His interference would have brought all her work to failure. And Jackie had been broken down, haltered and muzzled. There was nothing else to worry about.

She had been so careless. Callaghan had been so kind, all throughout her life. When her father died, he consoled her.

It was too painful to remember. She gripped the handle of the silver knife tightly, a familiar surface under her palm. She was only human. Only an animal without any claws. Anger was all she had, sharp teeth, bursting open in her heart. There was nothing she could do. She could reason all she wanted, but a corpse wouldn’t listen to reason.

Jackie was still upstairs in her bedroom, she realized. It had been many hours since she had last seen him.

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He was still reading, now on the bed. He put the book down quickly. She was too drunk to even discern the title. “Heather?”

She shut the door. He flinched when it banged against the frame.

“Why are you still here?” she asked.

He didn’t have anything to say to that. She approached him. He watched mutely as she grasped his neck.

“I—I’m sorry,” he said at last, as if the words had finally come unstuck. He clutched her arm, clearly trying to remain calm.

“You still refuse to die.” She pulled him closer and began squeezing his throat. “Do you really want to stay here?”

He could not answer. He was coughing, hacking, sputtering. His eyes were watering. His grip on her arm became tighter.

Instinct took over him, and he began trying to push her away, kicking uselessly against the fabric of the bed, his body shuddering unconsciously. She could feel the sluggish pressure of his blood under her hand.

“That’s what I thought.” Heather released him. “I knew you couldn’t stand me. Little cockroach.”

He gasped and rubbed his throat. His features were hard to make out, strangely blurry.

She stepped closer. Closer, until she was on the bed, on top of him. Jackie didn’t move at all, though it was clear he wanted to.

He stared at the knife in her hand. “Heather? What…?”

She lifted it high above him.

His wary hesitation ignited, and he attempted to flee. He tried to dart away, scrambling from under her. He succeeded in making it off the bed, at least, but not before she could catch his wrist, pushing him off his balance.

Like that he fell, his limbs caught in unnatural positions against the floor. He winced as his head hit the ground. His heart was beating so fast—she could almost hear it. She could taste the force of his pulse, beating against her hold as she pinned him down and drew back the knife.

The blade came down. She ripped through him, right below his ribcage, where the skin was soft and yielding.

He screamed, his voice cracking, trailing off into soft gasps. He struggled, though she held him still. It was easy to pin him to the ground. He kept sobbing, but sounds were liquid, hazy, hard to focus on, and it was easy to just ignore them. His insides were as warm as she remembered. His intestines pooled around her knees. But he was alive, even when his cries became weak whimpers, and his stare became a glazed blur, reflecting the light like oil. Like twin stars.

She lifted the knife to his cheek. A wound split open from the skin, a thin slit of a cut. His chest heaved against her arm. Her hand brushed against it. He made some half-choked noise, tried to lean away. She cut further into the wound, carving into the side of his face. His tears stained her palm. Inside the cut she could feel bone, or perhaps his teeth.

He stopped moving. This was closer than anybody would ever touch him, she thought. This was something that only she knew. Something that only she had seen. She leaned forwards, held his head in her hands, and kissed him. He didn’t flinch away from the contact anymore. She could taste the salt on his lips. Tears smeared on her cheeks, wet, cold on his flushed face.

When Heather let go of his body, he didn’t get up. So she dragged him to the closet. She propped him up there. There was a red stain behind them, smeared on the white rug.

She stepped back, putting her weight against the closet’s frame.

“Please.” How he found the strength to speak, she could not imagine. The words came stilted and breathless. Blood bubbled and dripped down his open cheek, clogging his voice as his jaw moved. His hand clutched the wound in his stomach, over his intestines. “I’ll b—behave. I—I’ll do anything, I promise. Don’t leave m—me here.”

The blood was pooling steadily around him, staining his clothes and his boots. Her hands were red again. There were bits of flesh under her nails. And the smell. Sour, slick like rot. Copper and rust and metal, the cloying sweetness of decay.

She shut the closet door and locked it.

“Heather? Heather!” Only a second passed before he started banging on it. “Please don’t do this. Please, let me out. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just let me out. I d—don’t… please, I don’t...”

His voice faltered and became quiet as he, finally, stopped speaking. She was the only one awake in the house now, in the silence, alone.

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Summary: Kiri receives a welcome party and tries cake!

Bit of a fluffy chapter. A few more chapters and this story will finish. There will be other stories with Kiri.

He held Kiri up above him. The boy giggled and kicked his legs in anticipation.

He tossed him up into the air. Kiri squealing with delight before he caught him and pulled him down into a hug.

He had been up all night, watching over his son’s sleep. A few times he grew impatient and considered waking him but decided against it. At one point he had laid him down on the bed. Kiri started whimper and whine with the dream he was having but a simple caress of his face caused him to subside.

He guessed that the bed wetting was fear induced along with the night terrors and bad dreams.

He would not sleep alone again. Someone would always be standing guard, watching over him, holding his hand.

His feet were dirty. They needed to make him some shoes.

Many questions swarmed the Primarch’s head concerning Kiri’s future. Worry ate at his stomach. But one thing was for certain. This felt right.

Adile’s gasp and shouting ‘yay’ was enough to confirm that for him.

He let Hoffay know to have everyone gather for somewhat of a welcome party for Kiri during breakfast time.

“What are we going to do today?” Kiri asked while grinning at him.

“Oh you’ll see,” Corvus smiled.

He got dressed and helped Kiri into another set of clothes.

He brought him out and headed to the dining hall.

As soon as they entered Adile yelled, “Surprise!”

Others clapped and welcomed them.

Kiri looked around, seeing every warband member there.

“What’s going on?” He asked bewildered.

Adile clapped his hands, “We’re having a party! Becuase you’re officially part of the warband! Griggs made this for it!”

He motioned to the cake the world eater had made, now on display.

Kiri’s eyes widened as he saw the multi-tiered cake, glittering colored frosting and intricate designs.

“Is that a statue?” He asked.

“This is cake,” Griggs answered.

“What’s cake?” Kiri asked as he stared at it.

“A sweet Terran delicacy made with sugars, binders, and powder made from some type of grain,” Griggs answered. “It’s a traditional desert and often coveted. It’s a treat and sweet.”

“How did we get it?” Kiri asked, eyes reflefting glittering sugar crystals.

“We’ve had ten thousand years to gather and build up our supplies,” replied Onen, the lone Luna Wolf of the band. “We’ve cultivated a lot and somethings we just have on hand.”

Nentis piped up, “Also, the angrier Griggs is when he makes something the better it tastes because the secret ingredient is hate. If it tastes terrible that means he was in a good mood.”

“You don’t get any,” Griggs stated.

“Aw, come on Griggsy!” Nentis whined.

The world eater added while picking up a knife, “if you even manage to get a single morsel I will chop your hand off.”

Nentis turn to Corvus.

“I’m not taking away your consequences,” he said to his son before he could ask.

Nentis went back to scheming.

Corvus shook his head and set Kiri on the counter. He’d learned long ago to leave the two to handle themselves.

Kiri looked around at everyone, seeing he was the center of attention.

“We welcome our newest warband member and brother,” Honsin announced. “Kiri Corax, in the name of the Emperor, beloved by all.”

Everyone did the Aquila and shouted, “Victorus aut Mortis!”

Each member officially greeted Kiri, patting him on the back and ruffling his hair. Commenting on how he’d become a fine Astartes and he would be an important part of the team.

His eyes seemed to become brighter, so full of life as he held his hands to his chest. His smile growing with each official welcome.

Adile started chanting a cree for the emperor in a singsong tune. The others joined in. A bit of their own tradition in welcoming a new member.

Corvus could feel that warm fuzzy sensation inside his chest as he watched Kiri take it all in. His son had never felt appreciated like this before. With so many people caring for him. Corvus wanted him to feel like this all the time. To have no doubt he was loved.

The Primarch moved up and placed a hand on his back. Kiri beamed up at him, tears brimming in his eyes.

Griggs cut a small slice and served it to Kiri.

The boy stared and used the fork provided to take a small bite. He lit up.

“Mmmm!!” He gushed. “So sweet! I love it! Thank you!”

He began shoving more into his mouth. Griggs went stone faced and turned back to the cake but not before a single tear escaped an eye.

“Slow down,” Balsarius grinned. “You’ll get a tummy ache.”

Slices were handed out to everyone. Except Nentis.

His son sat there contemplating, watching Kiri obviously enjoying his treat and Adile doing his happy dance at his slice.

He groaned, “Fine, I’m sorry Griggs. Your food is really good and I’d kill for it.”

Griggs stared at him.

“And you’re the most handsome Astartes here. Please! Can I have a slice? I will clean your room, be your serf for a week, I will even rub your feet!”

“That’s acceptable,” the world eater muttered as he sliced a smaller piece than the others for him.

Nentis jumped for joy, happily taking the piece.

Kiri came up to Corvus and whispered, “Why do they hate each other?”

“They don’t,” Corvus assured. “That’s just how they are.”

“Do they like each other all?” He asked.

Nentis grinned up at Griggs. Griggs grumbled and cut a bit more so his matched everyone’s.

“Yes,” the Primarch answered.

Adile set down his slice and jumped up, making grabby motions at Kiri.

“Come here baby!” He cooed.

Kiri grinning and into his arms. Adile held him, cuddling him close. He wiped the frosting off of Kiri’s face.

He rocked from side to side, holding the boy protectively.

“I’m so happy baby Kiri gets to stay!” He cheered.

Honsin stretched as he stood.

“Alright, Adile,” he said as he held out his hands. “My turn.”

“But I’m holding the baby,” Adile stated as he turned slightly away from him.

“You’ve had him for long enough.” Honsin chuckled.

Adile replied, “But I’m not done!”

“Come on Adile,” he insisted as he moved to grab Kiri.

Adile swung around and Kiri giggled.

“No, I’m not done.”

Honsin kept trying to be gentle and take Kiri from him but the emperors child kept moving away from him or dodging.

“Give me the baby.” Honsin said firmly.

“Mmm, not right now.” Adile mused as he tucked away some of Kiri’s hair.

“No, just give me him-“

“I don’t think so.”

“Adile.”

“I’m busy.”

“Just let me hold him.”

“Talk to me later.”

“Adile, now-“

“I don’t think so.”

“Stop being-“

“Leave me alone, please!”

“You’ve held him more than any of us.”

“Denied.”

“Work with me.”

“No thank you.”

“Will you-“

“Occupied!”

“No, I-“

“I’m not talking to you.”

“Stop it, Adile!”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Give-“

“Not today.”

“Give me the baby!”

“Feth off!”

Honsin burst, “GIVE ME THE DAMN BABY!”

“NO!” Adile snapped as he bolted.

Honsin chased after him.

“Give me the baby!!”

“No!!”

“Adile give me the damn baby!!”

“Never! He’s mine!!”

The two ran around the room as Kiri giggled and watched amused from Adile’s arms, warning him when Honsin was close or trying to cut them off.

“Uh, my lord?” Edant inquired. “Shouldn’t we-“

“I’m ignoring that,” Corvus replied while taking another bite.

Nentis raised his slice of cake, “To about ten thousand years of fighting the good fight and dealing with all you arses. I love you guys all so much.”

He grinned.

“I’d sell you to the black legion for a burnt purity seal,” Griggs muttered.

Adile dashed through the circle, Honsin losing ground behind him.

Bronson muttered, “This is unbecoming of an Astartes.”

Onen had a devious look cross his face. “Unbecoming like this?”

He jumped up into a stance where he shook his rear and moved backwards.

Bronson moved to smack him but Onen dashed away.

“Stop doing that!” He snapped at the Luna Wolf as he hid behind Irvun.

Both wolves snickered.

Rio moved from the shadows, a rare sight.

“C-can I hold him?” He asked in a soft voice.

Adile and Honsin slid to a halt.

“Sure!” Adile said happily.

Honsin just nodded, trying not to appear disappointed.

Kiri stared at the large Night Lord as he wrapped his one arm around the boy.

He grinned up at the older man, “I like your ears.”

He giggled as they perked forward. He reached up and touched them gently, filled with curiosity.

Rio cocked his head as he studied the boy.

“You do not fear us,” he commented. “No mutation phases you.”

Kiri cocked his own head, “Its all I know though. Everyone has mutations here.”

Rio smiled sweetly at him.

Tevro came up and ruffled the boy’s hair, “well baby brother, what role will you play here?”

“He can be our official neophyte,” Irvun offered.

“I thought Vosos and I were the neophytes?” Andrur said.

The aforementioned night lord frowned, “But we’re not neophytes anymore. We finished the Astartes process. Also that was ten millennia ago.”

Bora muttered, “I’m not working on you anymore. You were stressful.”

Andrur’s tail flicked from side to side.

“You’re just jealous you haven’t been the baby in a while,” Nentis teased.

“Well none of you have ever been this cute,” Balsarius stated.

Adile gasped.

“Except you Adile,” he added.

Adile scrunched his eyes happily.

“Eat your cake,” Griggs orders the emperor’s child.

Adile snatched his plate and scampered to the corner with Xach.

“Any reflective surfaces?” He questioned.

Xach shook his head. Adile gingerly removed his mask.

Kiri glanced at his jaw for a second but didn’t linger. Corvus was relieved. Appearance was a sour subject for Adile. He was glad Kiri didn’t stare.

Tevro stayed near Kiri, “We can show you how to clean a bolter, how to properly aim, battle sign, different battle plans. So many things. Oh! We can teach you how to crawl through vents.”

“But I already know how to do that?” Kiri questioned.

Avikona piped up, “It was common knowledge of how to move through vents for night lord neophytes. For lots of Nostramon children as well.”

Rio looked down at Kiri and spoke in their native tongue. Kiri grinned and replied back happily. Even his high pitched voice made the rough language sound cute.

Corvus rested his head on his fist, smiling at seeing all his sons interact with one another.

Tevro grinned, “I used to be an older brother before I joined the Astartes. I can show you all the games we’d play.”

Kiri reached out to catch one of Tevro’s braids.

“A lot of people have long hair,” he said. “I want long hair too!”

Irvun laughed, “Yes! Then we can style it back for you. Many ways to keep it out of the way for battle. I already know what ones to do first for you.”

The space wolf came up and ran fingers through Kiri’s hair.

“Braid in this section, cross here, yes, a good plan,” he mumbled as Kiri leaned back into the feeling. “Add volume right here… flush to the head in this section… once it’s longer we can try this type… Might be able to find some bones to braid in on our next scavenging mission.”

“He also needs shoes,” Corvus mentioned.

“Got it,” Avikona nodded, taking out his pen and scribbling on his arm.

Vosos offered, “There’s that one wreck in the fifth quadrant of the coral dunes near the realm of the Blood Daemon. It had been housing guard families. There’s blind to be supplies there. We haven’t checked it in a bit.”

“Good recall,” Corvus complimented. “We can set that for our next expedition.”

“You’re going out into the warp?” Kiri asked.

The Primarch nodded, “Yes, to search imperium ship-wreckage for goods and supplies. You’ll stay here. It’s too dangerous for you.”

Kiri nodded.

“He could fit in places we can’t though,” Xach pointed out.

Kiri shrunk in Rio’s arms. The Night Lord nuzzled his head instinctively.

“No,” Corvus shook his head. “I don’t want to risk it. Also, those that had him previously used him for that. Not a good experience for him.”

Kiri shook his head.

Honsin came up and took Kiri from Rio.

“You won’t be used like that anymore,” he assured.

Kiri rested his head against the chaplain’s chest as Honsin stroked his back.

Griggs sliced another piece of cake for Kiri.

“Do you want more?” He asked, trying to cheer him up. “I see you eyeing it.”

Kiri nodded. Honsin held the plate for him as he took more bites.

“I want more,” Nentis said.

Griggs slowly turned his head to meet Nentis’ gaze. The Raven guard was grinning.

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh come on,” Nentis slumped.

Griggs warned, “If there is even a single granule of sugar moved I will light your bed on fire whether you did it or not.”

Nentis immediately turned around to Balsarius who smiled cheekily.

“You just got volunteered for patrol,” he spoke.

Nentis dropped, “Oh come on.”

“You’ll be payed with another slice,” Griggs muttered. “Double serving.”

Nentis jumped to his feet, “Sir, yes, sir! That cake is safe!”

They fell back into conversing. Honsin set Kiri down to allow him to run back to Corvus.

He sat him on his lap.

The boy looked around and grinned, “Um, thank you, everyone. This is nice. I like it! I’m happy to be here.”

“You’re welcome,” Balsarius mused. “You are such a ray of sunshine. You could make the whole greenhouse grow.”

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bridgeportbritt · 1 year ago

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The Goths got away with many proclamations, laws, and raises in taxation in the years they had ruled over the land. While they bled their citizens dry, they used the funds to live a lavish life that starkly contrasted that of the everyday Pendite. Beautiful clothes, handmade furniture, the best ingredients for the most luxurious meals. But most of all to fund their army and prepare to conquer more land. The Goths had ambitious dreams of creating one of the most powerful nations in the world. By force. So, they thought little of how their own citizens viewed them. Just as they did the rest of the world. They especially never even considered that the poor, downtrodden Pendites would revolt against them. How could they when they barely had enough to survive?

But, the Goths underestimated the people of Pendula View. Each day, the revolution grew as more and more villages joined. Farmers, carpenters and bards alike became soldiers training to fight. Old laws like how to dress and curfews were broken. Soon, the refusal of goods and services like crops and housekeeping, and even taxes. It was getting harder to suppress what was happening and The Goths were running out of ideas.

Lord Crumplebottom: All I want to know is how I can protect my family. I'm sure it won't be long until the rebels target the wealthy.

Mortimer: Bah! I wouldn't be concerned about that. I have yet to see them even think about such a thing!

Lord Crumplebottom: But they are preparing, so we must be prepared! Your soldiers can only make them fear you so much. It's becoming less effective. Plus, you can't contain them all!

Lord Landgraab: And why not?

Lord Crumplebottom: Because not every poor is a rebel. Some are our farmers and maids and still want to work! We can't keep them from their service. Do you expect us to tend to the crops, chores and the children?

Lord Landgraab: Needn't you worry about my soldiers. They have strict orders and can identify who is and is not apart of this abomination. What we need to focus on is funding more weapons.

Mortimer: More? But we've just acquired a large shipment from Vernick and Viridis! Not to mention Druzar. We cannot ask for more aid. I'm afraid our enemy countries might catch on and begin aiding to the rebels. I'm sure Whitmore, Armorica, Trenton and Pierreland would all love to see us fall.

Lord Landgraab: Afraid? Since when are you afraid, Morty? We must show strength at a time like this! We can't finally start our plan to conquer other nations if all our weapons are tied up in some civil war! Certainly, you can use your connections with Druzar to ask for more.

Mortimer: Absolutely not. My sister may be the Queen, but the more I use her, the weaker I and Pendula View looks in her eyes. And therefore, in the King's. We need to be strategic about using them to our advantage.

Lord Crumplebottom: Did you say civil war? I knew we never should've gotten into this mess in the first place. You've pushed the peasants too far! My poor wife has just been beside herself worrying that the maid will leave her for the rebellion.

Footsteps approaching

Bella angry: That's enough!

The men all gasp

Bella angry: To think men the likes of you help lead this country! You sound no better than a woman with your whining and your inability to come to a resolution.

Lord Crumplebottom nervous: Y- Your Almighty Excellency, I-

Bella: I don't want to hear it! If your wife or others of the ton are so concerned about their help, do something regarding it! I don't care if you have to trap them on your property!

Lord Landgraab nervous: Your Almighty Excellency, there's no need-

Bella: Oh, there is indeed no need! No need for a general to ever question his King! If Mortimer says no more aid, then that is final. Make it work with what you have.

Lord Landgraab: Yes, Your Almighty Excellency.

Bella: You men have one duty and that is to support my husband wholeheartedly! Especially with the ton. All this bickering is nonsensical and is of no use. We must act.

Mortimer: Thank you, my love. What would you suggest?

Bella: Well... as always, I try not to waste a frown on political matters and save that for you men. But it's obvious that what we're doing now isn't working. We can't just sit back and watch them form an army against us. If they want war, we have to give it to them.

Lord Landgraab: But, Your Almighty Excellency, our army is almost ready to move on Sulani. We shouldn't halt our plans for-

Bella: Good, if they're near ready than this will be perfect training. Take out the rebels, then get the army ready to march on Sulani.

Mortimer: A brilliant idea from a brilliant woman.

Bella: You lot make it so much harder than it is. Now, I must get to my stroll. All this thinking is simply not good for a woman! Good day, Gentlemen.

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summersmithlatinxgyatt · 1 year ago

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Yes, before we even START this blog, I kindly request that you reblog this. I request a reblog with questions and proof at the end, but reblog this if you see it PLEASE. This is a massive theory on the entirety of Rick and Morty as a show as well as C-137. This is not my usual kind of post, but I’ve been working on it for months. It recontextualizes the entire show and required a lot of proof and effort for it to stay together. If you could spread it around, I would appreciate that so much from the bottom of my heart. This is my passion project.

This is my ‘Rick Meta-Parasite’ theory.

There are many instances of parasitic entities across Rick and Morty that have a common theme. Each one will be explained here first, before I try to explain why they even appear.

There’s the Total Rickall parasites that latch onto the family to create false memories to anchor themselves. These parasites just barely resemble Previous Leon, a similar entity. They both create fake memories to flash back to and manifest themselves over and over, spreading out and multiplying. Previous Leon is more ‘meta’, which is going to be explained later on.

The Total Rickall parasitic aliens likely come from Unity’s planet. I say this because these two episodes are right next to each other. Beta-7 and Unity meet up constantly, meaning there is a hivemind alliance between MULTIPLE hiveminds out there. This is also going to be crucial to remember. Rick says that the parasitic aliens likely came from the bottom of someone’s shoe, so Summer or Morty might have accidentally stepped on this parasite from a hivemind source and brought it to their home as a result. That explains what these parasites are doing to begin with

There are other examples of parasitic entities in Rick and Morty. But these are targeting the mind and memories. We know that the Federation consists of bug-like aliens that created a device that allows them to enter the mind of Rick to extract the schematics of his portal gun, which was still shown to be false later on

So we have a galactic federation made up of bug aliens that targeted Rick and innovated technology to enter Rick’s mind for portal travel. Going back to the aforementioned hiveminds, we know that Unity and Rick had a relationship together. Unity literally tells Rick that he’s more of a parasite than she could ever be. The two relate to this sentiment, which will ALSO be explained soon. One thing at a time, I just have to keep these things in your mind

The fear hole is implied to be sentient, but it leeches off of fear. Although it was stated to go after Rick, I think this was a method used to just get the most fear out of Morty instead. It would allow him to dive deeper into his fears from this false statement that threw him off. It IS interesting that it appeared in a Denny’s. Rick loves Shoney’s, a place that exists as a parody of Denny’s. Instead, this parasitic hole manifested itself in the ORIGIN of this parody that Rick holds close. This will be the final thing to keep in mind before I dive into this theory one final time

Rick is a meta-fictional parasite.

We already know he IS a parasite. I mean come on, he came into another Beth’s life and travels through dimensions. Unity sees him as a literal bloodsucker. Morty tells Summer that Rick goes into people’s lives and just leaves them once he gets what he wants. It’s not a new idea that he’s a parasite, but this is a change of pace. Already, this is basing itself on the idea that Rick is a parasite in the NARRATIVE sense.

When we say Rick, we are referencing C-137, NOT Prime. That’s because Prime is the Rick of the Rick and Morty franchise. C-137 is pretending to be a Rick that eventually found this property to latch onto. There’s a few reasons as to why this happened at all. The first is that this parasite took the place of the scapegoat of Rick Prime, who would inevitably create portal travel

This portal travel method would allow him to escape his own dimension if necessary, not to mention it would create a container and franchise to exist in. This would be the border of the meta structure. But first, let’s explain the cosmology so far:

The Central Finite Curve is capped out at a certain point. The reason it curves is due to the deviations on every single dimension. The word dimension being used is very interesting, because it can be used to describe the features and aspects of an object. To ask the dimensions of a box is to ask how long, wide, and tall it is. To ask about the dimensions of the Central Finite Curve, you’d also be asking about what makes it up and causes it to curve. That would be the slight alteration to every single hypothetical Rick scenario

We end up seeing that dimensions can have sub-iterations added onto them from deviations OF DEVIATIONS that are specific enough to be noted. The D-716 Ricks are classed as B and C. They are minor divergent points from D176, which is already a branch from Prime’s dimension. And like how dimensions describe the shape of an object, the way it branches out would be literally spiraling out into a curve that is off by JUST a bit each time

The Central Finite Curve caps out at Rick being the smartest being several times over. The outside of the curve is chaotic because it has boundaries or shapes. There is nothing that centralizes and defines it, so it is a mess. And since Rick slowly becomes more and more irrelevant as the curve displaces each dimension by adding deviations, the point at which Rick no longer matters is the point where the multiverse actually begins. This explains both boundaries clearly. With that being said, there’s still more to explain

There is the edge of the canon itself and what was considered non-canon. This is the outside level of the continuity that is basically formless and desperate to find some format in any way. We know that the story train is circular. If it were to deviate, it would form a spiral, a CURVE. That describes the still state of the curve when it originally began as well.

Something important is that the outside of the train is referred to as the non-canon state of reality. But it’s also worthy of an explanation. Check this scene out

The outside of the non-canon isn’t just not canon. It’s formless as described before. It is ‘free floating’, so to speak. The Tickets, Please Guy is being submerged into countless narratives to try to anchor him. It spirals out of control. Every single non-canon instance we see is one that has no set narrative or format

That’s also why the self-proclaimed non-canon Rick and Morty series takes place in another medium entirely to try to anchor its narrative. It needs some way to anchor itself, so this outer shell also relies on trying to find the nearest location. That would be the multiverse, the Central Finite Curve at least. This explains how Story Lord already considered himself an enemy of Rick, someone who’s clearly able to travel through all of these spaces and saw Rick’s clear potential (which will be explained later in full detail as to why Story Lord is his nemesis)

That would also explain Previous Leon’s existence as someone who implants false memories and causes feedback loops through flashbacks. It’s to find some way to anchor themselves and tread through the multiverse. But why?

It seems that each parasitic entity is capable of finding their designated host. The entire point is that they can navigate through the non-canon or similar spaces to find a host for themselves. They’re mainly concerned about the meta-fictional parasite known as Rick C-137. That’s because this version managed to rebel against the usual Rick format. Being the ‘Rickest Rick’ despite not even being Rick is insane in this context now. Even LOOk at the dimension they assign him in:

C - 3, prime number

1 - prime

3 - prime

7 - prime

3,137 - prime

His assigned dimensionality is prime. Going back to what I said about the dimensions, we know that he and Rick Prime were the first ones to start this. A prime axis would be the very center of this ‘shape’ I keep describing, C-137 being a false prime as well but still as important

Finally cycling back to the original point I was making, Rick took this spot to be the other Rick who created portal travel. Where does the meta-fictional parasite part come in? Oh, that’s right

We need to talk about The Real Animated Adventures of Doc and Mharti first. That’s right, the thing that actually started Rick and Morty that’s never referenced. This is the part of the theory that goes crazy. If you just wanted an explanation of the Central Finite Curve and stuff, now would be a good time to leave. Otherwise, strap in.

The Real Animated Adventures of Doc and Mharti started as a Back To The Future parody. The actual source is crude and does include sexual scenes that won’t be explained here. It would lead to something disturbing, though. Back To The Future also literally has an incest subplot with Marty and his mother in the past. If these two became Rick and Morty, then yeah, it’s also gross shit between them. And we know this sadly became a theme in the show that popped up over time. But that…sadly matters to this theory and explains a lot

When I use this term, I am also referring to a self-parasitic method that Rick is initiating. He is surrounding himself with OTHER Ricks as well, despite them being deviations. It’s some universal sibling relationship, if you think about it. I mentioned that the non-canon system is free floating and allows any format to manifest. When this Doc and Mharti…you know, off-screen and shit, it created a deviation level that was not possible. It is detached from the parody on another level. It’s not related to the original source and parody anymore. As it passes, there is less satire and parody. It becomes its own thing. It creates an original character, just like how Rick and Morty is no longer tied to Back To The Future

We get Rick Sanchez, C-137.

That’s not where the theory ends, though.

If this parasite was born through that and was self-parasitic, it would anchor itself to a character that resembles him and Doc and Mharti. That would be Rick Prime

That explains how C-137 and Prime existed at different times despite being the ‘main characters’, so to speak. Think of it like this

Rick and Morty was ALREADY EXISTING with Rick Prime, until C-137’s parasitic form pushed through the non-canon and latched onto this host that resembled his ‘dad’ and himself to continue the cycle. Every now and then, these gross themes and parodies pop up as the literal lifeline of Rick C-137 to sustain him. He is also fueled with the resentment of Rick Prime for destroying Diane, which can also be explained in this context clearly

If Rick has to exist as an anchored character, that means he needs an in-universe anchor as well. He needs to blend in and exist in the narrative. That’s where Diane comes in

Diane kept Rick C-137 from leaving into the non-canon and actually existing in-universe. When she was unexpectedly killed, it threatened Rick and caused him to create portal travel. He kills two birds with one stone when he hunts down Rick Prime. That would also explain why portal travel, Operation Phoenix, and other lifelines are used. The theme of incest is also being used metaphorically like I said - it persists because it was the origin source. That’s also why parodies are so prominent across the show too, but are somewhat spread out. UNTIL it peaks around the time Rick Prime is killed

And Season 7, the season he’s killed, has no incest. There aren’t as many parodies either, because he is fully independent. He has removed all anchors from himself at this point by instead cementing his new purpose in-universe, not just through meta-fiction or non-canon instances

By the way, we still aren’t done. We have a lot more things to explain

If Doc and Mharti exist as a parody backstory, we can also explain Shoney’s easily

Shoney’s is a parody that also anchors Rick. It’s the first thing that we see in The Rickshank Rickdemption and Rick’s mind when these parasitic Federation soldiers try to extract the backstory from Rick’s memories. Shoney’s as a parody of Denny’s shows the idea that this is a lifeline. Ironically enough, there seems to be duality when it comes to…the whole Szechuan Sauce existing here as an extended reference that affected the real world. Why am I mentioning this?

Well, Rick is still using ways to contextualize himself in the world of Rick and Morty. Yet he’s using a parody instead of the real deal. The real Denny’s would be on the same plane as Doc and Mharti’s level of reality. That means it actually pierces through these layers, the fear hole is a hole drilled across all three layers of reality being shown here. Why do you think it was able to show Morty the TRUE nature of Rick??

It literally shows how Rick is unhealthy by exposing Morty through the ugly truth. You know how the hole has layers? That’s because Morty is passing through those layers of reality - the ONLY way to know Rick inside and out across every possible layer. He basically learned his origin and primary function during it

We also have Evil Morty to explain. How did he extract Rick’s backstory when The Citadel of Ricks couldn’t?

That’s easy

Evil Morty is basically a counter parasite

So I started this theory showing how there’s so many parasites, then explained that Rick was one. Even if that seems like a good segue, I didn’t actually explain how it works. But I can now!

Previous Leon is able to pass through the fourth wall, it’s shown to be a power early on that Rick SOMEHOW KNOWS ABOUT when he sees it happen before him. That’s because all of these parasites can pass through these layers of reality, mainly the meta and non-canon ones. Remember how I said the non-canon is basically formless like the multiverse? Previous Leon is one of many beings who can anchor themselves easily. If they use Rick’s origin source, they would be the only ones who could actually use that information meaningfully. The Federation extracting portal travel information means they can’t even have quick travel methods like Rick’s portal gun. Do you expect them to actually be able to travel through the meta and non-canon layers when, as shown before, it’s impossible to navigate and stay latched onto one narrative?

These are meta-fictional parasites because they are narrative parasites. They are the only ones capable of pulling this off. And just to prove a point, The Self-Referential Six are literally the same type of idea

-Flash Back enacts flashbacks, which has been shown before with Leon and the Total Rickall parasites

-Protago Nick, who would be establishing hosts before latching onto them with the weight of protagonism

They are literary devices that become real. They exist within these characters, because their named and designated designs are the Rick and Morty version of these characters. Of course they can travel through non-canon easily, they’re the sentient extensions of actual literary devices!!

Okay, this did derail a bit. I just explained how, technically, retcon itself exists in Rick and Morty. But let’s get back to my point after I explained why there’s parasites everywhere.

Evil Morty led Rick C-137 to kill Prime. This would be Rick killing his main host to leave him as an empty shell with no purpose and nothing to feed off. Evil Morty was also able to subvert the curve and leave it entirely. He denounces the name ‘Evil Morty’, which has an in-universe explanation. But also in the context of this theory, it’s because he is not just some deviation of a dimension. He transcends that, meaning he is a parasite and not a byproduct of this parasitic war. That also explains why he can eventually pass through the multiverse and outside the Central Finite Curve, a power I keep saying parasites hold

The reason he can actually get Rick’s backstory is because it’s more of a dissection device. He is aware of his own nature and was able to create a device that extracted the mind of a parasite. This would be identical technology to the one that Evil Morty implants in Rick Prime’s brain! He has anti-parasite measures because he knows about his nature! Don’t believe me?

This is the same Morty that located an Evil Rick who himself stated he was a few deviations off C-137. This is the same Morty that created an eyepatch that CONTROLS THE BRAIN.

What do all of these parasites do? GO AFTER THE BRAIN OF RICK.

So Evil Morty clearly has this technology in place to use, besides the fact that he was a parasite among Ricks by taking a place of power within The Citadel of Ricks. That enough is an explanation for continuing the fight between both Ricks and somehow being able to extract his backstory when everybody else failed. Remember - multiversal variants are deviations, the few beings I’ve been mentioning are parasites. And as the cherry on top, who does Story Lord allow to be the leader of an entire army of Ricks in the Story Train’s manifestation?

Evil Morty.

The parasite killer. The one thing Story Lord knew would stop this meta-fictional parasite right in his tracks.

There are still a few things I need to explain before I wrap this theory up

For one, I mentioned Operation Phoenix being a lifeline. Wouldn’t it be worse for Rick to go to a dimension other than his in another body? Even if it helps him come back?

Operation Phoenix would re-establish Rick’s place across the Central Finite Curve, even if he’s in another set of deviations. He already moved dimensions, so this is fine. He would also be spreading out his influence, which is what he did in The Rickshank Rickdemption and when he switched to other dimensions

What about Memory Rick?

At first, this actually stumped me. I felt like this was too important to dismiss but also had way too little information to its name. Until I realized that this is a manifestation of Rick in Birdperson’s memories that acts completely different

Kind of sounds like how I explained multiversal deviation off-sets or parody deviations that become their own character

That become SENTIENT.

Sentient enough to willingly cross minds and memories…

In a way, Memory Rick was dormant and became a willing parasite in Rick’s memories AS WELL. That can explain how Memory Rick works as well

This can also explain Slow Mobius’ wife AND my theory on Summer becoming Rick. I couldn’t hold back, I just had to mention Summer at some point. But the idea is how hunting after a host makes you a parasite. Again, this echoes a statement by Evil Morty about how if wanting Rick gone is bad, then it’s considered evil and is more of a demoting statement. They are classed as parasites hunting their host. Their lives were ruined and feel fulfilled AS they chase their target, but it leaves them meaningless once they actually kill their host.

I’m referring to how Slow Mobius went on a hunt for whoever killed her husband. I’m also referring to my theory about how if Rick left Summer’s life, she’d become just like him when HE was finding Rick Prime - taking the mantle of Rick without any of the glamor.

There’s also the theory I have that Summer is likely being turned into Diane. She can either be a parasite anchor and canonizer OR another Rick-esque parasite on the prowl. These deviations are being set AS WE SPEAK and Rick is fully aware of it in some way

This is the archetype of these parasites. That’s why Rick C-137 is so desired across these people who want his origin. His numbers are prime, he SEEMS prime, HE IS THE FALSE PRIME!! There cannot be an even number of primes though, that’s against logic, LITERALLY! Instead, he exists as the prime PARASITE archetype that they all come from. Meanwhile, Rick Prime is the prime HOST instead. Since one is native to the franchise first, one is seen as ‘actually prime’, while the outsider is not seen that way

So, for the recap of this entire theory that honestly, can hold way more information than shown:

Rick C-137 is the son of Doc and Mharti. This deviation of parodies and sources created an abomination parasite that sought out a host to leech onto. It found an existing franchise with a character similar to its dad and itself. As it settled, it became an in-universe being until its in-universe wife was killed. This would kickstart portal travel, a way to spread out its influence and to kill its host now. Even if this removed their purpose, this meta-fictional parasite would not care at ALL. Throughout the journey, we see similar beings who want to find the origin of this parasite for two reasons. One, it allows portal travel, and two, it allows them to dissect this current parasite that dismantled an entire franchise and remade it around itself - a ‘Rickest Rick’ more Rick than Rick Prime.

The themes of incest and parody exist as the metaphor for how the show satures itself WITH its own crude nature, like its father origin and itself. Over and over. A parasite feeding on itself because its host is gone. And this parasite then decides to critically examine itself when its host, show host, SHOW RUNNER, LEAVES THE PRODUCTION OF THE SHOW. Around the same time the SAME host known as Rick Prime also leaves the picture. This leaves the parasite purposeless without realizing how far they’ve come and become their own character - right until their companion runs into a hole plunged through all of this that exposes them.

Oh and for the record I do not endorse incest or it happening in the show or fandom. DO NOT HOLD THIS AGAINST ME. PROSHIPPERS, DO NOT USE THIS EITHER. This is a meta-fictional theory that also managed to involve that element into the narrative because that’s what this theory is all about, got it?

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