#(sorry i'm getting to asks so slow this event wheezes)

[dissonantblueheart]

If the time came where you have to protect your family, what would be your preferred way of defending them?

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RIVER : ...thanks, One.

[estro-gem]

Ragatha x Pomni (Platonic): Charting the Landscape

The Amazing Digital Circus AU: Oasis

Author's note:

I'm not dead! I'm sorry for not posting as much; life has me in a chokehold and you all know how things can get this time of the year.

Excuses, excuses, right?

This is exposition of the 'Oasis Lore.' Although this is an event in which Pomni and Ragatha tries to figure each other out, this is centered around Pomni's slow start to working her way into fitting into the Oasis. These two are having 'the talk,' as it's loosely mentioned by Jax in the story 'Anywhere the wind blows.'

Unfortunately, this is not really a ship-fic, but there are more of those coming in the future, though!

I don't think this one will do so well, but eh, I'll keep writing regardless...

I'm keen to bring in some more angst into this AU. Things are too happy in these works for my liking. I want to go into just how messed up Oasis can be, since it's a very unhealthy system they've got going on.

Warnings: Nothing too serious.

Little angst and very little fluff (like, a literal speck)

Frustration (For the characters involved, as well as you poor readers)

Unhealthy coping mechanisms

SUMMARY:

After Pomni had a strange encounter with Kinger, she was struck with the need to work about developing her status to something more positive among the other Circus members. She decides to start by approaching Ragatha, who ends up giving her the friendliest reality-check she could ask for. Pomni was in more trouble than she thought.

CHARTING THE LANDSCAPE

Pushing on.

That was what drove the jester this far.

That was the only thing that she was certain of. It didn’t matter that she didn’t see what the future held or what size and difficulty the obstacle was. It didn’t matter how impossible it seemed and it didn't matter how far she was forced to push herself.

She was a wreck, but she was just as stubborn.

The past few weeks have been tough. Her first day in the Digital Circus was apparently one of the worst that Kinger had ever witnessed for a newcomer to brave through. Her effort to push her mind through Caine’s demented joke of an exit – an unfinished, never-ending maze of a project (as his unfinished work usually was), was ‘admirable,’ as the chess piece called it.

He said she reminded him of his younger self.

Kinger glanced at Pomni to briefly meet her eyes, as if he was checking that she was still paying attention, before falling into a trans-like state. Disappointment tugged at her thoughts upon the realization that the most comforting moment that the little jester had had since she got damned to this digital plain, slipped away with the mere echo of the King’s words. When he suddenly jolted into animation again, she saw the sobriety reigned back and her heart lifted at the chess piece’s effort to force away the fog from his mind.

The fool witnessed the tug of war in Kinger's eyes; the clouded haze of nothingness as empty as death was straining to smother the powerful, but saddened twinkle of clarity. Despite the struggle, he spoke with ease – saying that the digital circus was not a fate to be faced by one alone, but instead, to be experienced by many in collaboration.

“You need to share you use.” He said, blinking rapidly as if looking through fog, “If you share, you are safe. If you are selfish, you will be left-”

Silence.

The king piece was frozen in place and his eyes fogged over. Whatever he was trying to say, died with the ember of hope that the girl had built up for his encouragement. He was gone.

Sudden hysterical laughter ripped the little’s fool’s thoughts from her head as she jumped in fright. After catching her breath, Pomni spotted Jax crawling on the floor as he wheezed with laughter, while she heard Ragatha’s bright voice chime in with near-manic cackles. She had half the mind to pursue the curiosity of knowing the context of their situation, but Kinger’s words haunted her mind.

Pomni was still starstruck by the white king’s clear, sober words. She didn’t think to interrupt him or break the apparent spell that was befell upon the one she first thought of, as the group’s loon. At the time, she was silent and eager to just listen to Kinger’s praise, but ever since she had some time to digest his words, they brought an icy sting of fear with their implication.

If she was like him, did that mean that they shared the same fate?

On that day, from then on, Kinger was the epitome of the loon she that grown to recognize, ever since she was casted into The Amazing Digital Circus. Despite her hopes of having another special moment with the King, she was only met with vague commentary and silly ramblings.

At least it was nothing she wasn’t familiar with.

'You need to share your use.'

Kinger said she had use… and that she needed to share it. Pomni didn’t know what use she had, but that wasn’t the part that she was concerned about. Sharing would imply that she had to have someone that would be willing to accept something from her. While Pomni wasn’t familiar with her new prison, she was far from stupid. Stubborn, yes, but not stupid.

She knew that she had no one.

The unfortunate aftermath of her first day and her decisions she made at the time, labelled her as a reckless, cowardly renegade. No loyalty. No sense of dignity.

Selfish.

Something Kinger warned her against.

Although it was never spoken aloud, Pomni was made aware that she was cast aside. She ran for an exit instead of helping a possible friend. She was ignored by Jax for a reason unknown to her. She was avoided by Zooble for making their partner uncomfortable. She was estranged by Gangle for being too eager – too interested – in the beauty that was the strange, sentient ribbon. She was abandoned by Kinger’s unreliable state of sanity.

She left Ragatha for dead.

And yet...

The ragdoll was Pomni’s only chance. If she was going to get her foot in the door, she was going to have to do everything in her power to get through to that doll. Ragatha was the only one who spared her a glance, aside from Kinger. She even stood aside the jester after she was abandoned by Pomni. It was a clear as day that Ragatha was either crazy, or too good for this world… and the fool was going to bet on the latter. It had to be the latter.

The doll was kind, sweet and reassuring. She constantly provided the little fool with a calm, cool image that Pomni couldn’t help but mirror; like the doll was a surface of a still pool in the dry earth. Ragatha acted like a human. Ragatha also looked mostly like a human. It was something the jester clung to on her first day – someone was still human in the digital world.

After the events of this previous day, she counted Kinger as a weird technicality.

Presently, Pomni was slowly creeping towards a lone, plush couch in the main area with a doll seated comfortably onto it. She was engrossed in the needle and thread piercing though the blue fabric that matched the colour of her dress. From what Pomni could tell, Ragatha was working on something smaller and finer than an article of clothing, but the jester didn’t bother to focus on it too much.

How was she going to start this conversation?

“Hi, it’s me again! You know, the girl who ditched you at the first sight of an amalgamation, came back to give you false hope, then ditched you again, when I saw the first thing resembling an exit. Wanna be friends?”

No, that wasn’t going to cut it.

Pomni didn’t have much to offer aside from her will to make this work, but if that was what she had, she would use it. She wouldn’t make it through another day alone – she wouldn’t! She wasn’t driven to insanity just yet; and be as it may – this digital realm would have to swallow her whole as she fought, thrashed, clawed, and screeched all the way down in her decent.

Pushing. On.

“Oh, hello Pomni!” Ragatha’s voice seeped through her mind from very close by.

That was sudden…

“Hey! Um- what are you making there?” Pomni stumbled through her words. She silently cursed herself for dissociating to the point where she forgot that she was approaching the doll with purpose.

“This?” Ragatha made a lack-luster attempt to gesture to the blue cloth on her lap, “I was just making a little dress for the ragdoll I made. I always find it so awkward to make these tiny clothes. There’s not much room to work with!”

The jester fixed her eyes on the sowing project, using it as an excuse to only glance in attempt to meet the doll’s eyes every now and again. She saw Ragatha scoot herself against one side of the couch before patting the space beside her in invitation for Pomni to take a seat. The ragdoll looked unbothered by her presence, but Pomni didn’t trust the performance.

Gangle wasn’t the only one in the Circus who wore a mask – the ribbon’s mask just happened to be physical.

“I saw you chatting with Kinger the other day.” The doll spoke again, nonchalantly, “Interesting choice in friends you have! But who am I to judge? I’d like to think I’m friends with everyone here, but between you and me, I’m pretty sure that we are all one minor inconvenience away from losing it. Power to Kinger for holding out for so long!”

The gentle easiness of Ragatha’s chatter, while undeniably comforting, felt… well… off – in a sense. It was senseless chatter, but hardly babbling, like small talk. Very well done and maintained by the Ragdoll, who was idly sowing the little dress skirt to the waist of the dress top.

But Pomni realized that that was just it.

The Ragdoll’s words felt like they were rehearsed… and Pomni was just part of a play that she wasn’t aware of. It wouldn’t make sense for Ragatha to be acting so unbothered and calm unless this was staged or practiced. While Pomni wanted to melt into the seemingly normal conversation that Ragatha was trying to coax her into, a deep, primal instinct was screaming for her to remain wary.

She wished for it to just quiet down for once.

“He’s quite the character.” Pomni said with a nervous cackle, to which the doll seemed to beam at. Taking it as a chance to keep the conversation alive, Pomni opted to find answers, “He was acting weird on that day.” That was too vague, Kinger always acted weird, “But like, weirder than normal. But not because he was weirder than normal – it was because he was acting normal.” What was she even saying…? “Well, I mean… normal for Kinger’s standard, which is weird because that is not normal. For him.” She wasn’t making sense! “I MEAN-”

“Whoa! Whoa, easy girl!” Ragatha flagged Pomni down with a easy chuckle, “I understand what you are saying, don’t worry.”

The jester felt the burn of desire to explain herself in the back of her throat, but obliged to the doll’s clear attempt to quiet her down. Instead, she reluctantly awaited Ragatha’s response.

“It sounds like you were describing one of his little ‘resets’ as we like to call them.” The doll explained, calmly and inviting as ever, “It’s like a moment of clarity that he gets occasionally. You’re lucky to have been there for it!”

Pomni decided to let her self-explanation die in her throat, even though she still felt the urge to do so. The doll’s description was good enough for Pomni to push on, “So he’s not completely insane?”

“What? No! None of us are – I think…” Ragatha reassured, while admittedly fading off into her own thoughts as she ended her sentence.

Pomni would think about those things later.

“So… what he told me wasn’t just crazy rambling, then?” she hesitantly asked, looking up to the doll with a fixed gaze for the first time since their encounter had started.

“Likely not!” Ragatha almost cheered, before glancing around and leaning closer to whisper to Pomni, “What exactly did he say?”

The jester paused, wondering what to do and what she could share. From how Ragatha was acting, the things Kinger shared during his ‘resets’ wasn’t something spoken about so casually. If Pomni had an advantaged by knowing something that no one else did, wouldn’t that mean that she had the upper hand in this scenario?

“Come on, Pomni!” Ragatha asked, leaning in even closer, now seeming eager as ever to hear what had the little fool so hesitant to speak, “What did he say?”

Kinger’s warning of selfishness rang in her mind again, causing the ideology of lying to appear less attractive than it was before, but stubbornly, the jester settled on a half-truth instead, “He just told me that I basically need friends.” She laughed in a bitter tone, “A bit of a slap in the face, but I guess he’s right in a sense.”

“Oh!” Ragatha, leaned back to resume her position as she huffed a little laugh, “Well, having friends is healthy! And lucky for you, we are not going anywhere, so you can take your time when warming up to us. No rush – we’ve all been where you are now.”

“That’s a bit hard to believe.” Pomni sighed, causing the doll to look at her in pity as she continued, “You all seem so… happy? No. Adjusted? Everyone is just doing their own thing and minding their own business like it’s nothing.”

“I wouldn’t say that we 'keep to ourselves' and 'mind our own business' as much as you think.” Ragatha spoke, taking the calm and cool, but hardly uninviting demeanor, “We are actually all up in each other’s business. We look out for each other…”

“You call Jax being the spawn of Satan to everyone around him, as him just ‘looking out for you?’ I don’t think that’s a ‘healthy’ relationship, Ragatha.”

“Oh, Jax shows that he cares in his own special little ways.” Ragatha dismissed too easily for Pomni’s liking, “It’s when he ignores you, that you should be worried. It usually means that he couldn’t care less – that he considers you… well… for a lack of a better way to say this; he maybe considers you… kind of… a bit of a, um, waste of his time…?”

Pomni allowed the poor attempt of the doll trying to soften the delivery of the news, to sink in. She reflected on the fact that Jax barely spared her a glance and even acted like she didn’t exist at times. As much as she despised the person that he chose to be towards his fellow Circus-members, it disturbed her just how much he was avoiding her, while he practically tormented the others. If his sick pranks, harmful jokes, and twisted taunting really was more than him just satiating some sadistic fantasy… and if what Ragatha said about him ignoring someone held any form of truth…

Then Ragatha’s words were a warning.

Ice clawed its way up Pomni’s spine. She wasn’t ready to consider that she was already a lost cause – deserted by everyone and only humored by the ragdoll out of common curtesy or pity. Logical reason cried out for the little fool to remember that Jax was still a bad person and that it may be a blessing not to be involved with someone as harmful as he was, but the fact that he looked right through her, while deliberately being a menace to everyone else, had the jester beginning to believe that there was a method to Jax’s madness after all.

The others had been trapped in the Digital Circus for years. Years. If he was really that bad of a person, would the others have made it this far? Clearly there was something that she was missing. Clearly there was something bigger than the bunny being a borderline sadist and the ragdoll being an unconditional saint.

If only she could figure out what it was.

“You drift into your own head a lot.” Ragatha commented with no real thought behind her words, “I can tell that by now. You go quiet when you start thinking. I suggest for you to be careful though – thinking too much is dangerous here.”

“Oh, uh, noted!” Pomni smiled sheepishly, “Thanks, I guess.”

“It’s nothing, maybe I spoke too soon, right?” the doll huffed brightly, “Maybe you are like Gangle… I swear that girl hosts entire conferences in her head. She might be the only one I know of, that’s able to do that without losing it. Trust me, I would know! I’ve been here long enough, second to Kinger, of course.”

Pomni struggled to keep up with the load of information that was being poured onto her.

Jax was a menace, but apparently there was a good reason for it, and he only acted that way with those he regarded. Pomni was being shunned by him, evident by the fact that he ignored her. Kinger was here the longest, followed by Ragatha. Pomni should refrain from thinking too much. Gangle was known for being the thinker or the group.

Her gut was screaming at her mind: everything said, was important – even if she didn’t know why.

But things needed to slow down.

“Gangle is the thinker, huh?” Pomni jumped in before Ragatha could speak again, “So that means she isn’t avoiding me too, right? At least there’s that-”

Ragatha cut her short, although it didn’t seem to be malicious, “What makes you think Gangle is avoiding you?”

“Oh! The other day, she came to talk to me… but things got weird – I made things weird.” Pomni nervously fidgeted as she briefly weighed her limited options to embarrass herself or leave the statement as it was.

She decided on the former, as embarrassment is a small price to pay for survival, “I think I came on too strong? We’re all human, but our bodies are not. She looks so weird, but strangely… I think she’s beautiful. I tried to tell her that, but she backed away very quickly. Her excuse was something about checking in on Zooble and Jax. She’s been walking wide circles to avoid me ever since…”

Pomni looked over to the doll with the intention of seeing just how much she made her cringe with second-hand embarrassment, but she was surprised to find something different.

Something unsettling.

Ragatha was staring ahead with an unfocused expression. Her face was struck with something akin to dread... and although she didn’t have a human body, she appeared as pale and a sheet. Pomni had half the mind to ask if the ragdoll had seen a ghost, but Ragatha’s slow movement to turn her head towards the jester, caused the words to die in her throat.

“Gangle and Zooble are romantically involved.” Ragatha said, any previous cheer from her voice vaporized to nothing but cut-throat, blunt indifference. From what the jester could tell, the doll was done playing coy and dancing around the elephant in the room.

No more games.

“I figured that one out after Jax’s comments about being grossed out by them making out in public.” Pomni shrugged, hoping to ease the atmosphere.

Ragatha refused to deflate, “He was making it clear for you to back off. You- y- you’re in a worse position than I thought, Pomni. No wonder Kinger took pity on you…”

“What do you mean? What are you saying?”

Ragatha finally tore her gaze away from Pomni with a huffed sigh, looking as stressed as she was on the day of Pomni’s arrival, “You need to get your foot in the door. If you don’t get you act together, it will only be a matter of time before they refuse to let me talk to you. Heaven knows how protective they can be at times-”

“Ragatha, I don’t know what you are trying to tell me. Who’re ‘they?’ Why do ‘they’ force you to do anything you don’t want to do?” Pomni asked as confused as she was becoming frantic.

“Pomni, listen. Focus. This is important, okay?” Ragatha turned her whole body to face Pomni, reaching out to rest her hands onto the little fool’s shoulders, only to pull away upon seeing a very familiar look of discomfort in anticipation to the doll’s touch – something she recognized in Jax.

That was something to unpack later.

“Pomni, you have Jax AND Gangle against you now. And you are well on your way to having Zooble reject you too. Do you understand that?”

Pomni nodded, hesitant, but silent.

“If it was just Jax, you could’ve had Gangle to get through to him, but now Gangle is avoiding you too, only leaving Zooble open – and that’s a very generous statement, considering that you were practically flirting with their partner.

“If you can get to Zooble, you’ll get to Gangle. Don’t worry about Jax for now, I’ll handle him. You need to win Zooble over. This is the only way you can win Gangle over. If Gangle shuns you, you are done for. Do you understand?”

Pomni’s head was spinning, but she got the gist of it down.

For some reason, it was important to be in Gangle’s good books. Apparently, the only way to do that, was to befriend the abomination she came to know as Zooble, Gangle’s partner. It made sense that someone would choose to get along with your partner’s friends rather than to resent them, but what didn’t make sense was why it was so important.

And what was that about being shunned?

“Listen, I get it – the ‘getting along with Zooble’ thing, but honestly, what does it matter? There’s people who doesn’t like me and that’s all there is to it, isn’t it?” Pomni desperately pried.

“Not here it’s not.” Ragatha shut her down, “Things are different around here… and here we all need each other. Especially when it comes to Gangle and the role she plays; the roles we all need to play to survive here. I can’t explain everything now, but please… do whatever you have to do to befriend Zooble. It’s the only chance you have for you to be accepted.”

“Fine, I’ll do it! Just calm down!” Pomni exclaimed as she was disturbed, “I don’t get it, but if this cult-thing will make things easier, then so be it. I’ll get Zooble to like me or whatever.”

Ragatha looked defeated as she flopped back to rest her back to the couch, “I know it hard to understand it now, but you will in time. Just focus on Zooble for now.”

“Ok! Ok! I got it, ok?”

Finally… silence…

There was a moment of silence for Pomni to digest the whole encounter. She didn’t understand what she was getting herself into, but she would just play along for the time being. It wasn’t until now that the jester realized how much she craved to have a normal conversation, an argument… hell, she craved to just be mad for a reason other than for things she couldn’t control.

While it was cathartic to engage in the encounter with Ragatha, she couldn’t help but feel hopeless and frustrated with her lack of understanding.

The doll’s voice was soft as it beckoned for Pomni’s attention yet again.

“About Zooble... They like fashion and abstract art. They also prefer to be alone most of the time, so try to catch them when they venture out to start a conversation with someone like me or Kinger. That way, you won’t be a bother.”

Pomni listened keenly as Ragatha continued to give her pointers, “Try to keep anything about you and your thoughts or feelings under wraps to maintain that factor of mystery. Believe it or not, everyone here is still very curious about you, even if they don’t show it – they are just trying to protect themselves from getting involved with someone who might cause them harm. Trust me, you are the talk of the town – use that. Not even Zooble is immune to gossip, as aloof and unbothered as they might seem.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” the jester affirmed.

Pomni slowly stood from her seat and stretched briefly, “Thank you. You actually… might have helped me a lot.”

“Honey, as it stands, you need all the help you can get.” Ragatha quipped without missing a beat. It earned a little chuckle from the fool.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks for the reminder.”

Pomni missed the little, tired smile that crept up the ragdoll’s face as she turned away. Pomni wanted to walk around outside. She wanted to clear her head and regain her strength before she braved an encounter with the Zolo-being. Just before Pomni could walk a few steps too far, she stopped in thought, turning around to face the doll once again.

“Hey Ragatha, why exactly are you helping me? Even after everything I put you through?”

“Don’t sweat it, New Stuff.” Ragatha scoffed with no real bite.

Pomni felt a real smile creep its way up her face for the first time since she was trapped in the Circus, “You really are too good for this place... you know that, right?”

Looking over to the doll once again, Pomni saw Ragatha’s face sporting an unreadable expression. It was almost as devoid of emotion and robotic as her voice was, when she spoke words with far too much weight for Pomni’s liking;

“I just do what I have to do.”

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aaaaaaaaaa i'm glad i'm not being a bore with my octopus infodump ksldjfkfsjd

azul just struggling during beans day and running around trying to keep up with jack despite the constant threat of flatlining is somewhat, funny sick 😂 the imagery of just, azul looking ragged, panting and wheezing as he tries to break into a sprint, feet dragging and looking like he's about to trip and eat shit at any moment.

jade just carries an aed everywhere with him just in case azul's heart starts going funny...

but also it somewhat, makes me feel bad... if azul's cardiovascular system is that trash he should really follow a modified pe programme... vargas pls... 😔

that being said, i personally would imagine that he will be careful not to push himself too much? since you'd think he'd be able to feel when his heart is about to fail (feeling faint, shortness of breath, etc..)

i'm not fish enlightened so i'm not sure how an octopus would recover from their heart stopping (maybe it just, kickstarts by itself if the octopus ceases activity? i'm not sure... maybe the branchial hearts eventually revives the systemic/main heart? aye...)

though supposedly an octopus can have its main heart stop for over an hour without any negative side effects...

it's sort of, eerie. to imagine azul in pe class or just, going through a busy day. and everything is fine at first glance, but when you take a closer look, you realise he's almost not breathing. and he wouldn't have a pulse...

on another note, in people, your heart stopping completely (flatline aka an asystole) isn't exactly, a situation you would want to be in.

iirc an aed (or defibrillators in hospitals) doesn't shock a stopped heart back to life, in fact it's the opposite: it stops the (irregularly beating) heart so that you can reset it to a normal rhythm. so it's used during cardiac arrest caused by the heart beating out of rhythm/erratically (not stopped completely), like too fast or too slow (among others).

an asystole is generally irreversible in people... so unfortunately jade zapping azul would do little to help...

speaking of jade, i find it fascinating that (some) moray eels have glass (-like) teeth. morays have got to be some of my favourite sea creatures, they're just so goofy looking with their mouth constantly open like :V

(and also, goodness, i'm flattered that you enjoy my silly illustrations 😂 porridge leona has confronted me to the mortifying ordeal of being perceived 😂😂)

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IM SO SORRY THIS REPLY TOOK SO LONG FALSE !! i got caught up in the event so ur ask got pushed down im very sorrryyy T^T pls forgive meeee aaaaa

also im so sorry for putting the idea in ur brain *wheeze* but azul just d wording n then getting up again like everything's fine is just. peak comedy to me.

lmao n then jade explaining that he has an aed lisence just for these types of situations– (everyone getting shocked that the dude who beats ppl up carried a thing that helps ppl not die in certain situations–)

alsp yea. vargas probably doesnt understand mer-biology, like he thinks everything translates smoothly bc of the potion even tho they retain some animal characteristics fjfjfjfjjsjs

yea maybe they have a magical explanation as to how azul walks around with a stopped heart, he probably feels it happening and can either get himself to the nurse or since he's been living with it all his life, he probably has a spell for helping regulate his heart shdhdjfj (it's no use to him when he's dog tired like he was in beansfest tho T^T)

OH MY GOD YES. THE GLASS TEETH– i hc that the tweels aren't fully one type of moray, actually they've probably got a mix of creatures in them so them having glass teeth in their mer form...it makes them deadlier bc you gotta watch out for the teeth you can AND can't see (like the pharyngeal jaws. i keep thinking abt their pharyngeal jaws and i can't sleep at night)

also yes morays are so cute i just wanna squish one despite the fact that it'd probably chomp my hand off–

and speaking of their mouths going :V I THINK ABT THE CLEANING SHRIMPS N MORAYS' MUTUALISTIC RELATIONSHIP– it's so cute bc floyd calls us "little shrimpy" so it's kinda like we became his little cleaning shrimp esp if we worked at mostro lounge,,, we keep things clean n he proteccs us from potential danger !!

(ITS OK TO BE PERCIEVED !! kinda scary at first but ppl do b staring n loving ur art <3 (it's me, i'm people) and keep up the good work wooo)

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(intro thingy again)

Mewtwo: what's something that would scare off a burglar?

Adam: nekkid grandma!

Mewtwo: NAKED HUH???

✨Incorrect Quotes from the fam✨

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Adam got drunk.

Adam: all i asked was for a fair day's pay after a fair day's work, and he- kinda got a little angry so- i admit... I kinda got a little angry.

Mewtwo: did you kill him?

Adam: ... What kinda fuckin' animal do you take me for no i didn't kill him!

Mewtwo: aww fuck... *Reliefed*

Adam: but i did kidnap his wife! :D

Mewtwo: OHHH NO-

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Mewtwo: there's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand.

Mew: i photosynthethize with this.

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Adam: i'm sorry, please talk to me...

Mewtwo:

Adam: hello? World's most amazing person? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

Mewtwo: "sorry" doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.

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Teen Aliza: sometimes, i don't realize an event was traumatic until i tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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Adam: i typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway!

Adam's ex-gf:

Adam: vroom vroom, come out already!

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Mew: the energy in the room was pulpable.

Celeste: ... Was what?

Mew: y'know, like orange juice.

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Mewtwo: MEMORY.

MEMORY: Twoey ^v^

Mewtwo: half of me wants to strangle you.

MEMORY: what does the other half want?

Mewtwo: to hit you with a truck.

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Adam: my life isn't as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look...

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(@xxtc-96xx )

Mewtwo, with a big ouchie in the gut caused by Newtwo: being smart has never stopped me from being a complete freaking idiot.

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Alex, texting Adam: get bell soon.

Alex: wet*

Alex: wep*

Alex: forget it.

Alex: brother you can just die.

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MEMORY at Adam: can i offer you a knife in these trying times?

MEMORY: to the chest, preferably the heart, sometimes the eye.

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Mew: just so you know, it's very muggy outside.

Adam: i swear if i see all our mugs outside-

Mew is sipping from a bowl.

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Adam is playing My Friendly Neighbourhood and is solving the punch card puzzle. (Source: Eddie, Youtube)

Adam: yes, i found the square pizza! Square pizza achieved-

Random puppet falls off the roof.

Adam: AAAAA!!!

Adam, continously shooting at the fallen puppet: ... N FOR "MY NIPPLES JUST GOT HARD", O FOR "OH SHIT", P FOR "PINCHE MADRE", Q FOR "QUIT FUCKING DOING THAT SHIT", R FOR "RRRREPUTA MADRE"

Adam: that just scared the absolute shhhit outta me.

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Mary: gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss- what's the other one?

Adam: there isn't another one, you're crazy.

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You either buy a room or GET OUT!

I thought this was the Clown Motel but a couple of CLOWNS just walked through my door!

Adam: yo what did you say to me, fool? Imma go full mexican on your bitch-ass!

Adam: más te vale que nos des un pinche cuarto ahorita te- aca te tumbo los pinches ojos wey!

Someone tell me what he's saying!

Mary is cracking up.

What the FUCK is he saying?! I don't speak TACO BELL!

Mewtwo: wHEEZE-

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(@the-hydroxian-artblog )

Mary: okay, now for the next step of the recipe-

Mew drops a whole box of soup.

Mary: Ms. Mew why did-

Mew: s a v e u r.

Mary: ... Impressive technique!

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(same guy that made the "saveur" comic)

Teen Aliza, trying to rap: penis serious, penis delirious, go into the woods, call that penis mysterious.

Teen Aliza: penis various, penis h i l a r i o u s, dawn of the age of the penis aquarius.

Teen Aliza: penis ponticulous, penis meticulous, wearing my clown shoes i'm penis ridiculous.

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(@dewwydarts and @pmseymourva for the original thing)

SketchTwo: finally, Safe For Work Tits...

SmileTwo: isn't that kinda your thing?

SketchTwo: ... LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT.

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Celeste is petting Mewtwo on the head, mon's as relaxed as the common cat, she's cracking up because the big man himself is leaning back 'cause of the scratchies.

Suddenly he gets spookt, snaps out of it and gets back up, Celeste loses it.

Mewtwo: Ò//~//Ó

Celeste: you love it, don't you?

Mewtwo: -//~//-

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Mew: if snails are slow, why do they appear when you're not looking? Like- you look behind you and then boom! There's a snail.

Mewtwo: snails are only slow when you're watching.

Adam:

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(@pmseymourva )

Celeste: i'm currently camping and honestly still confused because idk what the fuck I’m supposed to post here, but idc because Adam will read anything if it’s hot enough garbage.

Adam: guess again.

Mewtwo: you read that with your own eyes in order to make that response, Adam. You may not have recorded that for a video, but you read it in your head, and you acknowledged it for all the world to see. You may think you're pulling a fast one, but you've just done the exact thing you were asked to do. You read the post.

Adam: ... Guess i'm Joe Rye The Clown Guy now.

[couldyouspeakmyname]

For Thirsty Thursday, could you expand more on how the Shishigumi would react to waking up to seeing their s/o's resuscitating them with mouth-to-mouth, like after rescuing them from drowning or a burning building?

Anon, I really want to be nice but you've sent this in multiple times. Like I said in a small reminder, sending the same ask multiple times will not make me do it before anyone else. To be fair, you're not the only one who's done this. Even still, I would appreciate you being patient as Lexi and I probably have about 90 asks/drafts.

I also understand that it may be confusing why I would be answering asks for Halloween, Sleepover Saturday, and Thirsty Thursday. These are fun, small, events that Lexi and I do so we can interact with our followers and the fandom. They're generally short and fun.

I will get to your ask eventually, but I have probably sixty asks ahead of you.

I want to remind you all that I do the best I can, and older asks have my priority. I ENCOURAGE people to check in and make sure that we have their ask, as tumblr is tumblr, and occasionally asks get eaten. However, sending the same ask over and over is sort of rude, and really makes me feel awkward and kind of terrible.

As of right now, I have three of this same request in the ask box.

I do the best I can anon, but I'm only human. I am also a human who is recovering from surgery. This is my hobby, and it's a hobby I enjoy. Making me feel pressured to answer this ask makes me enjoy this hobby less. I would never let a single person keep me from my passion projects, but it's...disheartening. Since this is the fourth time I've gotten this request, I'll answer this. Please do not ask for this again. I don't know what you want from me. As someone who lives in one of the rainiest places in the USA, and who has almost drowned multiple times, I don't know how to make this sexy, but I will expand on these per your request.

Also, before you ask why I didn’t put drowning as a kinks I wouldn’t write, I really didn’t think about it, as this has never been a kink I’ve come across before. I WILL add it to the list of kinks I will not write. I’m sorry for the confusion, or if I come off as rude, but PLEASE do NOT spam our ask box. 

TW: Drowning, Burning Alive

-Maeve

Ibuki

Out of the two scenarios, Ibuki probably would get caught in a fire

Being caught in the blaze his fur has been burned, his eyes become more damaged, and the smoke damages his lungs

Being recued by you is a god send

When he wakes up, he’s in an ambulance.  fire big enough to knock a lion of his size down would cause enough damage that he would need to seek immediate medical care

His skin is probably badly burned and he would have complications from smoke inhalation 

A few days later, once he’s recovered, he thanks you.

Recovering is going to be a long road

Free

Probably almost drowned.

Felines hate water as it is, so he probably fell in a lake after drinking too much

It doesn’t take much water to drown someone. 

When you resuscitate him, he’s coughing and wheezing

His lungs still burn and he’s disoriented. 

He’s shaking and sick. The panic and realization may make him physically ill

While he does thank you later, he develops an intense fear of large bodies of water. 

Dolph

Probably almost burns in a fire

His cigars are the culprit, and he almost doesn’t make it out

He burns his hands on the doorknob trying to escape

Unlike Ibuki, he remains conscious

There has never been a fear as primal, or as real, as burning in a fire

A fire is arguably one of the works ways to go

He remembers seeing you, then being in an ambulance. 

He thanks you once he’s stable, and the hospital has worked on him. 

He stops smoking. 

Agata

Agata probably drowned. 

The water fills his lungs, and it feels like time slows down

He’s struggling to breathe, and just trying to do so makes everything worse

He blacks out

When you bring him back, he’s traumatized

Honestly? He probably should see a therapist, but he doesn’t

Depending on the weather he may be suffering from hypothermia

While Agata is grateful for you, he avoids water at all costs. It may even take him a while to get back in the shower. 

Miguel

It would have to be drowning

The water doesn’t give two shits and a flying fuck how fit you are, how strong you are, and how capable you are, it just doesn’t care

Miguel got swept by a tide he didn’t count on

Good on you for being strong enough to bring him back, and not drown yourself thanks the the ‘hug’ many drowning victims tend to do

When he wakes up, he’s silent. He doesn’t say thank you, but don’t worry, he will later when his head is back on straight

He avoids all natural bodies of water, and will only swim in pools.

He will refuse to talk about it

Sabu

Sabu probably burns in a fire

His body is so thin, that the smoke overwhelms him before anything else does. 

He will wake up to parts of his body on fire, and he’s burning

When you bring him back, it’s one of the few times you’re ever going to hear Sabu scream

He’s been burned, and probably will need some sort of skin graf

He has nightmares for months. 

He thanks you, of course, but recovery is long and painful

Jinma

Drowns. A rival gang threw him in the ocean

When he wakes up after you rescue him, he’s coughing and wheezing.

He coughs so hard he ends up vomiting 

He can’t remember a lot of what happened after that

He does thank you, but ends up spending a lot of time avoiding you

It’s not your fault, but you remind him of one of the scariest things that have ever happened to him 

Dope

Maybe caught in a fire

He’s smart enough to get down to try and get out, but that’s not enough

When you bring him back, he wakes up still thinking he’s inside the building

He has minor burns, and he’s treatable, but the trauma doesn’t leave him

Dope begins making plans for worst case preparations.

He always carries a fire extinguisher in his car, and has one in every room of his home

Hino

Almost drowns

When you bring him back, he’s coughing and wheezing

He coughs up water from his lungs, and throws up water from his stomach 

He feels sick, both from drowning and due to the fact he just feels dirty

Despite just having been saved from water, Hino takes a long hot shower

He has nightmares for months after, and become clingier 

He avoids the coast and large bodies of water at all costs. 

[marbleaide]

Aha! Let it be known you're one of my favorite authors. And if you're still taking prompts, anything with Tim. Preferably sleep deprived Tim. You said you wanted angst, so I'm sure you'll know where to go from there!

The glue keeping his mask in place feels far too tacky against the edge of his cheek. He’s reapplied it twice already, not wanting to take it off while in the company of any of his family members. All they’d do is worry if they saw what state his eyes are in, but he figures at this point they already must know. They’re good at picking up on these sort of things, but not very good about mentioning them.

He’ll go to bed when they do or say it’ll only be another hour or bypass the cave entirely, telling them he’ll finish up the case file back at his apartment. They’re not lies, not really, because he does go to bed, he only stays at the computer another hour, he finishes the file at his place. He just...doesn’t go to sleep after.

There’s too much to do. Too many people he still needs to help. Tim figures it’s a better way to spend his time than laying in bed thinking about it all instead of doing.

But they know. Everyone knows. Cass will comment on his reflexes when she manages to get him to train with her on the mats. Dick asks how he’s doing in that ton of voice that underlines the no, really? that he doesn’t actually say. Damian will tell him straight up he looks like shit. Will scoff and roll his eyes because of course Tim would do that, he’s weak after all.

He starts coughing around day four. He’s quick to tell everyone it’s nothing; that he simply has a dry throat and needs a drink of water, but it doesn’t go away even as he sluggishly sips from a water bottle. The cough is quick to sink deep into his chest, throwing him into fits that leave him gasping. His lungs are slow to take in air, rasping as he chokes in between an inhale and an exhale turned harsh with a wheezing cough.

Bruce is quick to put him on monitor duty when he nearly falls out of the sky trying to stop himself from coughing. It turns into bed rest when he coughs so much, so hard, he pops a blood vessel in his eye; nearly throws up from the force, and Tim hates that he can barely make it up the stairs without tripping over himself. Alfred, in the end, helps him to bed, but makes the mistake of not taking his laptop away.

Two days later Damian finds him standing in the hallway outside his bedroom just staring at the empty space in his pajamas, a sheet wrapped around his shoulders. Tim doesn’t notice the curl of Damian’s nose at the sight of him. He doesn’t notice Damian at all.

“Drake. What the hell are you doing out of bed?”

Tim doesn’t response immediately. He’s still staring into the open air, still out of it, so Damian walks closer calling his name, shoving him lightly when still he doesn’t respond.

Finally, Tim looks at him and blinks. “Sorry,” he says, voice sounding rough from how sore his throat is with the sick in his lungs. “I thought I saw...” he looks back down the hallway, still empty and quiet. “Nothing. It’s fine. I just need some rest.”

He does. They know he does. His eyes are heavy, bloodshot. It’s been over three weeks since he’s had more than two hours of sleep at any given point. He looks sick and pale and too thin in his baggy pajamas.

Damian’s face smooths out from his scowl, rolling his eyes before he takes Tim by the arm and pulls him back to his room, back to bed. Still, he keeps turning his head, keeps staring down the hall as if whatever it was would come back to him.

Dick comes around next and Tim’s positive Damian must have mentioned something, because the first question out of his mouth is accusatory.

“Are you having nightmares, Tim?”

Tim blinks up at him, fighting back the need to yawn as he knows that’ll send him into another coughing fit. “Generally, yeah. If you’re asking about the other day, that wasn’t a nightmare.” It wasn’t. He knows, he’s been here before, still he can never get his brain to just stop. “I’m starting to hallucinate.”

He doesn’t catch the look Dick gives him, refuses to acknowledge it as he takes a sip from the bowl of soup Alfred brought up about an hour ago. It’s cold now.

“Ti--”

“It’s not the first time, Dick. And it won’t be the last. Normally I’m better about not indulging it.”

“When’s the last time you slept a full eight hours?”

Tim does look at him now, glares at him. He doesn’t know the answer to that and Dick’s well aware of it.

“It’s going to end up killing you, Tim.”

He sighs, laying back against the pillows of his bed and says nothing. If he responded, Dick wouldn’t like his answer. Even so, Dick’s very good at reading what the silence still says. He leaves soon after, nearly slamming the door behind him.

In the end, they drug him. At some point, Tim was expecting it. He gets on antibiotics to get better and in the mix of pills he suspects there was something to get him to sleep, because suddenly he finds himself waking up not remembering when his eyes actually closed. He doesn’t say anything, simply takes every pill Alfred brings to him and downs the entire glass of water with them.

Still, it takes him another week to feel like he won’t fall down the stairs going to the kitchen. Another three days after that before Bruce allows him to put the cape on again. Tim continues to have a slight cough for nearly a month before he notices that it’s finally disappeared.

It’s right around that time Dick says something again, because no one’s ever good with facing anything head on at the right time.

“Why do you let it get that bad?”

They’re in an alleyway, just the two of them. They’ve been following a drug dealer all night, trying to get a lead on where a supplier is located. All their recon equipment has mysteriously stopped working quickly after being planted, so this is being done the old fashion way.

Tim knows what he’s talking about. “There’s better things I could use my time doing.”

Dick glares. “Because staying in bed sick for a month was a good use of your time?”

“I’m usually better about that,” Tim sighs, trying to focus on the mission. Dick’s not having it.

“And the hallucinating part?”

Tim snaps his head back, trying to keep himself calm. Trying to not take the bait. “Like I said, I’m usually better about that.”

“Damian said you followed someone out into the hall.”

“I never said someone.”

“I’m good at guessing.”

Tim bites his tongue, catching himself before he speaks again. He doesn’t know what’s good to say and what’s not. He wishes this conversation was with someone who cared a lot less. He can already feel his chest start to tighten, his throat start to constrict. He can’t blame it on the cough anymore.

He turns away. “Maybe sometimes I want to see how good my memories actually are.”

Dick’s right behind him, his body heat at his back. He can feel the hovering hand at his shoulder, too scared to touch. “Memories of who?”

Plenty of people, Tim wants to say. He curls his hands into fists at his sides because there are so many-- people he could never get to in time, those he couldn’t keep a grip on, individuals that he is the only person on this planet that know what their final words were. They mix up into half memories of red in his mind, all people he should have spent more time, more effort, pushed just a little bit harder to save; everyone he only has a second to mourn even with the event carved into his brain leaving so many scars behind.

But there’s only ever been two people he’d follow after.

He figures if he ever gets close enough he’ll be able to recall exactly how light her eyes were. Or be able to smell the perfume she always wore. He thinks if he looks at him hard enough he’ll be able to understand why so many people say he’s growing up to look just like him. Maybe he can hear his name again. Maybe it’ll sound like he hopes.

Tim breathes in deep, feeling his lungs expand without the ache. “I’m sure you can figure it out, Dick,” He moves, they have a job to do after all, and Tim’s never the type to want to waste time. “You’re good at guessing.”

[hejer-maomao]

Hi! Could I get hcs for Edgar and Lancelot watching their S/O die and not being able to do anything about it? I'm really in the mood for heavy angst that will crush my soul :)

The minute I saw your ask, I immediately dropped everything in my hands, and brought your request at the top of my queue, and started typing!

Your request is so perfect! It’s challenging, extremely angsty, and I am dying to write it already. 

I will be dividing this ask into two parts, one for each Suitor, starting with Lancelot. Hopefully, Edgar’s story will follow soon enough!

I felt that a proper fiction will be more suitable for your ask than HCs, so I hope you’ll forgive my deliberate change to your request.

Trigger Warning: Very Heavy Angst, mentions of Blood, Major Character Death.

If you’re not up for such angsty stories; I have other fluffy and warm ones. So go enjoy these, and allow me to crush everyone’s hearts with this.

Lancelot watching his S/O dying:

Lancelot’s eyes stung with unshed tears, yet he still couldn’t cry. 

His heart was burning with an excruciating pain, as he agonizingly struggled to breathe through the clotted blood in his mouth. Lancelot could feel the crimson liquid seeping through the deep wound on his chest, through the thick material of his coat until it gathered around him in a large puddle on the rough pavement.

Why did this happen? Lancelot desperately wanted to scream on top of his lungs, but his tongue felt extremely heavy and his mind was too hazy to form proper words. All he could do is stare at your lifeless body lying on the dirty ground not far away from him, your hand still tightly held in his.

It was supposed to be the day of your long awaited date, a day full of carefree smiles and tender kisses, so how did things turn out like this?

Lancelot knew that he was the only one to blame, but as he heard the Red Army’s soldiers footsteps echo in the narrow alleyway, all he could do was close his eyes and pray for his own death to come quickly.

It all started earlier this morning, as you both decided to use Lancelot’s rare day off to go into town and enjoy some quiet time together. You were practically glowing with joy, smile barely leaving your face as you tugged at your lover’s arm in an adorable manner to show him the small lion plushie newly displayed in your favourite store’s window. Lancelot’s eyes never left your beautiful frame, clad in a white, fluffy coat, the very one he bought you for your last birthday. How could Lancelot not smile when your warm hand was gently holding his own, your soft voice echoing in his ears like music and your happiness dissolving into the air, filling his entire being with pure joy.

The food you both shared at Lancelot’s favourite restaurant seemed to be the best you have ever eaten, half of the desert Lance ordered was playfully stolen by you, your heartfelt giggles eliciting a gentle smile from the King of Hearts as he let you pop the cherry on top of his pie in your mouth, genuine happiness written all over your features.

Lancelot’s smile; however, faltered for a few seconds as he discretely clutched his chest with his right hand. The dull pain he’s been suffering from since the morning was slowly building up to the point of actual torture. When you voiced your honest worries to your lover, Lancelot simply shook his head in rejection and got up from his seat, offering you his hand. You two have been waiting for this day for a very long time now, and Lancelot refused to ruin it for you. He has been cooped up in his office for several weeks in a row, completely neglecting you, and he promised to make it up to you through this particular date. Lancelot will not be able to forgive himself if he cut this day short just because he was feeling a little bit under the weather.

But no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the sharp pain continued to slowly spread and infect his entire body, subtly warning him of the wicked shadows that are yet to envelop you both.

You were turning around to ask Lancelot where he wants to go next, when a man violently crushed into you. You quickly bowed your head down in apology as Lancelot hurried to your side, checking if you were alright. The man, his face shrouded in darkness, half hidden behind a black hoodie, did not utter a single word in response as he continued to simply stare at you, his eyes completely devoid of emotions. Lancelot took a step towards you to block the stranger from reaching you, when the man suddenly extended his hand into his inner pocket, forcing whatever strange object was in there into your hands before walking away. You stood frozen in your spot, barely registering the man leaving as your eyes were fixed on the item in your palms in sheer horror.

It was a Black Rose.*

Lancelot immediately snatched the ominous flower out your hands and threw it away in the nearest bin before pulling you in his arms as he noticed your body faintly trembling.

“Maybe we should head back…” Your voice was shaking, eyes glossy with disturbing fear and Lancelot was almost tempted to heed your suggestion. But the minute he thought about all the work he will be trapped doing for the next few weeks, the King of Hearts decided that your date was only starting and that you both should take this chance to unwind together before things get hectic again. Gently grabbing your hand, Lancelot subtly shook his head in a futile attempt to shake away the dark thoughts swarming in his mind. Everything will be fine. There was absolutely nothing to worry about.

Little did he knew that his decision, although fuelled by his desire to see you smile, will drag you both to your inevitable death.

The rest of the day went on quite smoothly, as you took a walk through the park hand in hand, fed the few ducks swimming in the pond and enjoyed some ice cream together. Your fear; however, did not completely subside and Lancelot’s chest pains only burned stronger. 

One last look to your forced smile at the cake shop Lancelot pointed out was all it took for the King of Hearts to finally decide that it was time to head back.

If only his decision was a few minutes earlier…

Even if you tried to ask him, Lancelot wouldn’t be able to describe how exactly the next events quickly unfolded. You were taking the shortest route back to the Red Headquarters, when a sharp dizziness violently hit Lancelot, making his heart harshly tighten and his breathing almost come to a stop. His lungs burned, and his vision blurred. He could hear you screaming his name from far away as he fell into his knees, the cold ground painfully scratching his feverish skin.  

‘Poison’ was Lancelot’s first thought as his mind raced to form coherent thoughts to no avail. His condition was the least of his worries as everything started to come together in his head, triggering the warning bells in the King’s awareness, as he realizes this was only the beginning of an assassination plot.

Lancelot’s first instinct was to blindly grab around for your hand and pull you into the safety of his own arms, but in the few seconds he wasted in grasping the trap you both fell in, a shadowy figure successfully crept up to you and caught you in its rough grasp.

Your screams were instantly muffled by the man’s gloved hands. You kicked and trashed in his arms, but the more you struggled, the tighter his fists chocked your neck. Your eyes, full of tears, were glued on your lover’s body as blood started to slowly seep from his mouth, preventing him from even raising on his own feet.

Lancelot desperately tried to put all of his focus on his core of magic, but no matter how hard he tried, his strength was not good enough to conjure even the simplest spell. He coughed more dark, crimson blood into the cold soil, his heartbeats beginning to drop to a slow, deadly speed.

He continued to watch as the man tightened his fists on your fragile neck, a disgusting grin twisting his face as he took pleasure in your futile struggle. You painfully wheezed, gasping for your stolen breath, repetitively hitting your attacker’s chest and arms, fresh tears streaming down your face in pure terror.

You kept your eyes on Lancelot, who was now crying in agony as he brutally forced his body to inch closer to you, arm stretching to reach your hand.

As you felt your final breaths leave your body, your now lifeless arms falling to your side as the man repulsively threw you away, a bored look replacing his previous joyful expression.

The King of Hearts gazed at your body, tears frozen in their sockets. His gaze fell to your chest, not registering any breathing movement. Memories of your smile few hours ago soon flooded his head in denial. Your soft arms holding him close, eyes twinkling in delight each time he kissed your cheek, your gentle fingers caressing his face wherever he was feeling tired from endless meetings and non-ending paperwork.

He remembered the soothing feeling of your lips and the warmth of your embraces, but all these beautiful memories were slowly tainted with ugly blood splatters, hiding your smile and burying your laugh.

An animalistic scream was lodged in Lancelot’s chest, tearing his heart into shreds, gnawing on his sanity, as footsteps grew nearer behind him.

The assassin’s dagger glittered in the fading light of the sun, before it found its way to Lancelot’s chest, piercing through in one clean hit .

Sensing his near death, Lancelot used his last remaining strength to weakly reach out for your hand, darkness soon enveloping his entire world.

‘I’m sorry, darling. I should have never allowed myself to love you in the first place. Maybe that you would have kept you alive.’

Lancelot’s eyes never opened again.

(* A Black Rose is a rare flower which symbolizes death, sadness and farewell. In a romantic sense, black roses are rarely given to a loved one as they stand for tragic love. Black roses are also a symbol of hatred and revenge. When sent to an enemy, it is representative of the feeling of vengeance.)

… In my defence, I did not plan on killing Lancelot, I just went with the flow.

I hope you enjoyed the first part off your request! This was extremely challenging for me, but I definitely enjoyed every second of it.

Angst is my guilty pleasure, so please do not hesitate to send me more similar requests!

My Ask Box is still open for the moment, so make sure to make the most out of it! I’m looking forward to your Asks!