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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years ago

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s/o who moved to the neighbourhood after a car crash ; wally

requested by ; anonymous (07/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; wally darling

outline ; “Could I get Wally x reader where reader moves into the neighborhood after a car accident, and the two become very close. One day Wally learns that reader's family is actually pretty rich but reader didn't want anyone treating them different because of it? Also Wally finds out around Christmas time as reader's parents wanna meet Wally for Christmas”

warning(s) ; references to injuries, references to a car crash, references to hospitalisation, but mostly fluff

you moving to the neighbourhood had been less of an active choice and more of a compromise with some of your more fretful family members

you’d wanted to maintain your independence after your car accident whilst you healed

they wanted you out of the busy city where it happened (and where you lived)

so rather than move back home and be pitied 24/7 by family, friends and staff, you just barely managed to convince them to let you move away to a smaller, more rural town

you had your little bungalow that gave you full freedom to move around with your mobility aids

everything and everyone was a stone’s throw away from everything else, so there weren’t any cars (in fact the only vehicle you’d seen was a unicycle in front of one of your neighbours’ houses)

it was completely isolated from everywhere else aside from a small gravel road which, being your typical country road, was very thin, very rarely used and you only really saw deliveries being dropped off to the local grocers and the post office

so maybe one or two cars a week tops and they never came anywhere near your little home

your family were appeased, you got to keep your independence, and as an added bonus you got to move into the quaintest little neighbourhood ever

everyone was so friendly and keen to get to know you that it threw you for a loop — having come from such a large city to somewhere where everybody knows everybody it was bound to happen

but you couldn’t say that you particularly minded

eddie, the postman, was always happy to stop by and chat as he went about his rounds in the morning — he was also happy to offer any assistance if a delivery happened to be a bit too heavy or large for you to carry in on your own

howdy, the grocer, always made sure that he had what you needed in stock — even preemptively ordering things like your medications and other things you needed for the upkeep of your health (e.g. new wrappings for injuries, oil if you’re using a wheelchair with a squeaky wheel, and so on)

julie, a particularly colourful neighbour, was always happy to stop by and make you feel beautiful even when you were too worn down to even really get out of bed — keeping materials and items on her that best suit your hair texture from the moment she starts randomly dropping by

frank, a neighbour who was particularly fond of butterflies, was someone you came to appreciate because he didn’t dance around your injury and accident — he’d ask you how you were feeling or drop off some books that might apply to your situation, but he never imposed himself on you too much

poppy, a bird who lived just down the street, was always happy to come to your aid during your bad days — stopping by without a peep of complaint and cooking and baking some food for you, always making sure that you’re taken care of even when you don’t have the energy

barnaby and sally, two more neighbours that live for performance and laughter, became the highlights of your days as they would always make a point to stop by and entertain you with whatever jokes or plays they thought of — becoming part of your routine by making you smile

and they did it all without you needing to ask because they all cared so deeply for one another and for you that it was never even a question about them taking care of you

of course they weren’t overbearing, but they did make sure that you were in good spirits and good health as you healed — keeping enough of an eye out to be able to step in when you weren’t able to step up for yourself

by carrying your deliveries inside, by keeping what you need in stock, by keeping your self confidence high, by keeping you well fed, by making you smile so wide your cheeks hurt and by making you laugh so hard you’re crying

but out of all of your neighbours, one stood out the most; a blue haired painter called wally darling

though you usually just called him ‘darling’ — because you could easily get away with the pet name and because you always got a curious look from him when you did it

wally was the first one to greet you when you moved in, offering to help you put your house back together and complimenting the art pieces you’d been gifted by friends and family

he’s a painter and can appreciate the fine arts, you see — and you appreciated how friendly and conversational he was because you very quickly started to feel at home

and by the time the rest of the town had stepped in to help you organise your belongings, everyone was smiling and laughing and joking and talking like old friends — you almost forgot that you’d known them for less than a day because of it all

it really was a team effort and you smile whenever you recall the utter chaos that was your first week in the neighbourhood

howdy with his four arms carrying a pile of boxes so high that he had to shuffle through your front door on his knees — peering around the stack to smile sheepishly and ask you where everything needed to go (which took you a few moments as you needed to pick your jaw up off of the floor)

julie guiding everyone around the bungalow with the precision of an air traffic controller, using two rolls of wallpaper to ensure that everyone could see her through the mess that was your home layout

eddie and frank carefully — carefully — carrying in your sofa and your bed and placing them according to your and julie’s instructions (and dropping them on poor frank’s foot… twice)

barnaby making good use of his height and strength to bring in the remainder of your furnishings, cracking plenty of jokes along the way that had you snorting and eddie making a victim of poor frank every time he laughed

poppy making good on her promise to keep things organised and ensuring that all of your utensils and trinkets and small things ended up in the right place — leaving the home more organised than you’d ever had it

sally helping move any left over boxes from the moving van to the house all the while making a performance of it — including an impromptu recital of a shakespearean monologue whilst holding a snow globe that had cracked during shipping

wally painting and glossing your walls and cabinets throughout this whole mess, occasionally popping his head back into the main room to poke fun at everyone or to ask how everything was going

all of you dipping your hands — or paws, or wing — in paint and slapping them against the wall just above your fireplace before writing your names in your best handwriting just beneath them

a permanent reminder of your hard work and the mess you made

a mess that was definitely preferable to the weeks you spent bedbound in the hospital after being injured, feeling so very isolated and bored in the aftermath of everything you’d been through

that week was also the start of your relationship — well, at least it was when the two of you started dancing around your feelings and finding excuses to spend time with each other

wally would frequently pop by your home with a new painting or sketch that he’d made for you — getting to the point where a good portion of your house was covered with his work

you’d spend hours talking on the phone — he’d be the first one you called whenever you felt particularly low

he was the only one you divulged the full details of your accident to — thankful that he didn’t pity you or question it beyond telling you to reach out if you needed anything

you’re the only one he shares his apples with (and who gets to see his abnormal way of eating)

you’ll go out on small picnics into a nearby field and he’ll help you get up and down from the blanket, not once making a fuss or batting an eye, instead focusing on more important things like eating and watching butterflies

butterflies like the ones you felt whenever he looked at you or touched you or smiled or laughed or —

needless to say you were head over heels — and since wally was as well, it took very little time for the two of you to become an item

(with plenty of encouragement from your neighbours who were, by now, more than done with both of you tiptoeing around the obvious)

it’s safe to say that he thinks you’re the absolute most

and when the holidays come around and your family, who you haven’t really thought about beyond the occasional letter or phone call, want to stop by and visit, wally is happy to play host

he insists on going the full nine yards but compromises with you that you’ll host at your home and you’ll share the duties of decorating, cleaning and cooking

which quickly become more playful than dull because it’s you two so of course they do

and come the day of, you’re both completely prepared — even if your poor boyfriend is quietly sweating bullets and a mixture of excitement and anxiety as they pull up

and then you realise that you forgot to warn wally about your family

but it’s far too late for that as they’re already at the door and you’re already greeting them — and oh god there’s that antique necklace and that designer handbag and she’s giving his colourful outfit a strange look and wally’s noticed and he’s looking at you and oh dear…

thankfully he’s able to hide his surprise well (has his expression ever changed from that smile?) and as your folks fawn over you and your home and they bring in all of the gifts you’re only given enough time to shrug and smile apologetically before you’re both whisked away to play host

thankfully your boyfriend is an excellent public speaker and is able to charm your family enough to keep them entertained and cooperative (and stop them from invading your personal space and infantilising you) as he serves everyone the meal you’d prepared

by the time he’s sat down beside you and you’re all digging in to the feast you’d made, you’re able to relax because your relatives all clearly adore him

they ask him about the neighbourhood and his job and your relationship — all of which he answers tactfully and politely before moving on with questions of his own

and when the time comes to open your presents (including some generic gifts they’d bought wally as a measure of politeness), your fear of being perceived differently has practically faded away

you’re sat on the sofa, he’s holding your hand in his own, and your family are bickering amongst themselves amongst an ocean of wrapping paper and presents worth half a mortgage but it feels like home — and whilst he does give you a bit of a funny look, he assures you quietly that he gets it

he just would have appreciated a bit of fair warning about it — which is understandable

and you don’t know why you ever doubted your silly little blue haired boyfriend for a moment

he really is the absolute most

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theriveroflight · 6 months ago

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so it seems the vultures came in too full to fly

@fyeahghosttrick ghost swap contribution number 2! This one is for prompt A39: "Apocalypse AU where Kamila is lost trying to find her father and Yomiel finds her and tries to take care of her/help her"

Wordcount: 4664

Summary:

There’s a kid walking alongside the road. She’s got a dog on a leash and is carrying a backpack, so she doesn’t seem unprepared or anything, but it still strikes Yomiel as odd.

Or: at the end of the world, two people form a connection.

AO3 | Superlove

There’s a kid walking alongside the road. She’s got a dog on a leash and is carrying a backpack, so she doesn’t seem unprepared or anything, but it still strikes Yomiel as odd. Especially since the dog’s a small little toy breed.

“Sissel? What do you think?” Sissel perks up at the mention of his name, flicking his tail back and forth. Yomiel turns around and pulls over near her.

She shrinks back as he leaps out of the car. Her dog starts barking at him. “Stay back!” She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a can of pepper spray.

“Good instinct, kid,” he tells her. “Look, I’ve got more self-respect than to rob some kid.”

“I’m fourteen,” she responds flatly, as though that stops her from being a kid.

“Where are the people who are supposed to be looking after you?” he asks. She’s fourteen. There’s probably someone, even if her parents are dead now.

“Well,” she begins, “my mom died five years ago in a car accident. My sister, as far as I know, should still be alive, but she’s really busy since she’s a police officer. One of my dads died three days ago, and I’ve been looking for the other one since.”

“And what, is that dog tracking him for you?” he asks. Something about the combination of her appearance and the reference to a mom who died five years ago in a car accident sounds kind of familiar. Come to think of it…

“I can’t just leave Missile behind!” She picks the dog up, bundling him to her chest. “If…if Dad’s really gone…”

“Tell you what,” he says. “I’ve got a cat in my passenger’s seat. If he likes you both, I’ll let you come along.”

“And where are you going?”

“Fair question. The answer is anywhere but here,” he says. “Me and my cat are going literally anywhere else.”

She shifts on her feet, clearly weighing her options. “Okay,” she says at last. “What’s his name?”

He opens up the door. Sissel leaps off the seat. “This is Sissel.”

The girl sets Missile down and kneels down to pet Sissel. Missile starts barking again.

“Missile, no,” he hears her say quietly. “If you scare Sissel off, we’ll have to keep walking. You don’t want to keep walking, do you?”

Missile sits back on his haunches. Yomiel decides in that moment he’s going to give them a ride — no matter what Sissel thinks. But…he seems to have taken a liking to the little lady, and seems to at least tolerate her dog.

“Get in,” he says, opening up the back door. “No, you’re not getting shotgun. That’s Sissel’s spot.”

“Okay.” She gets in, shrugging off her backpack into the seat. Missile follows her in. “I’m Kamila, by the way.”

“Yomiel.” He looks up at the rearview mirror. She’s chosen to sit behind Sissel, so she’s easy to spot. “Where to?”

“Both my dads were together when they died,” she answers, looking down. “But…only one of their bodies was recovered. They were out hunting, and…”

Oh. Yomiel knows that shit is dangerous — even before the apocalypse isolated everyone. “So you know where they were hunting?”

“I even know where the body was found. Missile and I were heading for the woods so that we could go find him.”

“That…” Sounds like an awful plan, if he’s being honest with himself, but he’s sure as hell not gonna say that to some kid whose only family is a dog, an absent sister, and the hope for a dad that’s still alive. “Well, I’ll take you as far as this thing will let me go. After that, you’re on your own.”

A better man probably wouldn’t leave a kid like her behind, but he’s got better things to do than traipse through the woods looking for some probably-dead hunter.

“I know it’s not the brightest idea,” she admits. “But if there’s even a chance he’s alive…I have to take it. No one else is going to.”

That much is true. A lot of people have died searching in the wilderness — no doubt more than the amount of bodies recovered. People who die in the wilderness tend to…stay there. And the search parties meet the same fate more often than not.

Can he really send a kid into what’s probably certain death in good conscience? He knows what it’s like to lose someone. She’s gone now, after all, and there’s no point in trying to bring her back. This kid has some hope left when it comes to her loved ones. And she’s lost far more — her entire future, destroyed by these storms and disasters.

“Like I said…I’ll take you as far as this car will go. From there…we’ll see what happens next.” He looks up at the mirror again, but this time, he only sees himself and his sunglasses staring back.

“Yes, that’s fine. I don’t expect you to come along. I hadn’t expected to have anyone take me in the first place. I know it’s rusky. I know…I know he might be dead by now. I just need the closure. I need to see him. I need to know for sure.”

“And if you’re…lost forever out there?”

“I know Lynne will be sad. She’s done her best to look out for me since…the beginning of all this.” She gestures out the window towards the gray sky. “But we’re only kind of sisters. We don’t share any parents or anything.”

That doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Lynne’s probably the sister she mentioned earlier, after all, which means she’s about as important to this kid as the father she’s searching for.

Dammit. He’s gonna have to make sure this kid lives, isn’t he?

***

They drive as far into the woods as his car will let him go. He wrestles Sissel into an over the shoulder bag and loads his backpack with some food, first-aid, and water purification stuff.

“We should try to come back to the car for the night if we can,” he says, “just in case. I have a lot of stuff in here, and I don’t want it to get stolen. Plus we’re less likely to get mauled by bears.”

“I did bring a tent,” she says. She looks up at him and frowns. “You might be too tall for it, though.”

Clearly…

Actually, he’s not sure what her plan was for shelter. Maybe bringing a little plastic camping tent really is the best she can do.

“You said you knew where your dad was last spotted?” he asks.

“I thought you said you weren’t coming,” she replies.

“I said we would see about that. I can’t let a kid like you go out there alone. I’m not really an outdoors guy—” A massive understatement, really… “—but I’m an adult that wants to help, and it sure sounds like you need some help.”

And if this really does end with both of their deaths, then…

Sissel always believed in the afterlife. If she’s right, and he chooses to belief alongside her, they’ll be together — and Kamila can reunite with her parents, too. And if they do manage to make it out of here, he’s still going to get the hell out of this place.

But…if they do end up dying, it’d probably be pretty shitty for Kamila’s father to find the dead body of his daughter with the stranger that killed her mom five years ago in that car accident. It has to be the same woman, right? They look the same.

“I…really appreciate it. Thank you!” She smiles at him, and he sees more hope in her than ever before. She tugs once on Missile’s leash, getting the dog’s attention. “I was going to search from the location my other dad’s body was found…and then look for any signs of mine.” Her face falls. “Whether he’s dead or alive.”

“Lead the way, then,” he declares.

***

The woods were dangerous even before the solar storms took out worldwide communications and that volcano erupted and the rain started. They’re even more dangerous now that the only distress signal is to send up a flare and pray someone, anyone finds it — and finds the source before it’s too late.

It’s a massive risk — one he wouldn’t be taking if not for Kamila.

Frankly, he isn’t even sure they’ll find anything — even the body. The closure that Kamila’s looking for might be completely out of reach. But the hope for a sign has been keeping her going, so he can’t just crash it that easily.

Sissel used to tell him that it was always darkest before the dawn. Pretty ironic, considering what happened to her in the end. Maybe she just couldn’t convince herself to believe it anymore. Optimism was never either of their strong suits, after all.

But before the solar storms hit, he was a tech guy. Running away and living in the woods was never going to be his escape from the apocalypse the way some foolish people thought it would be theirs.

He can hear running water in the distance. Is there a river that comes up here?

“Dad’s body was found near the beaver pond,” Kamila explains as they walk. “Daddy’s probably not there anymore, but retracing his steps is the only lead I have, so…”

“It makes the most sense.”

She told him about her plan to retrace his steps earlier, but he can’t fault her for being nervous at a time like this. They’ve only known each other for a couple hours at most, and he’s followed her into a dangerous but important quest.

They follow the river down towards the promised beaver’s dam, silence only broken by birdsong and Missile’s barking. He thinks Sissel probably fell asleep, but he doesn’t want to check in case he wakes Sissel up in the process.

“This is where it happened?” Yomiel stops short of the dam. It looks different from the type of thing he would have pictured hearing the words ‘beaver dam’, but he can’t deny that it certainly does look the part.

“Yeah,” Kamila answers quietly. Missile, oblivious to the gravity of the emotional situation, continues sniffing in a circle with as large a radius as the leash permits him. “According to the scouts, at least.”

“What was he like?”

Kamila’s family are all strangers to him. After all, it’s not like anyone would want to hang around the man who killed the family matriarch in a car accident. But he should take the time to respect the dead — especially at a time like this, when electronic records won’t be restored for a long time and permanent memory is so much less of a guarantee.

“He…defied people’s first impressions. But he was also aware of the kind of impressions he gave off and made an effort to play into them.” She smiles. “Mom and Dad and I were some of the only ones who really got to see through it all to who he really was. He always gave me really weird stuff, but…somehow, it’d always wind up being the thing I needed at the right time in the right place. He really liked to dance, too. Him and Mom met through that. Both of my dads were police detectives, but he met Mom separately, because of dance. Apparently, there was a while where they all knew each other separately…but never realized they were a group.”

Yomiel kind of misses that sort of thing. Sissel…she was the only human being he had a real connection with, before the despair of the world ending overcame her attempts at beating back depression. He didn’t really have any true friends at work. It made it easier to leave this place behind, sure, but he’s still a human being that needs to interact socially with other human beings.

Back in college, the prospect of him and his cat against the world would’ve sounded pretty great. Now that he’s living that reality, it’s not everything it’s chalked up to be. Maybe that’s why he decided to hitch his car to this kid’s quest.

…maybe that’s kind of pathetic, too. But at least he isn’t lonely.

“I’m sorry about your mom,” he says, “while we’re bringing up the dead. I was…I was the one driving the car five years ago.”

“Huh?”

“I couldn’t tell at first,” he says, “but the timing’s right, and you…you look a lot like her. I know it was a while ago, but I don’t really…have an excuse for why it happened. It was pretty awful. And…me managing to walk away from it while she just died was a matter of luck.”

She swallows and looks down. Missile pauses and sits near her feet. “They call them car accidents for a reason, right? That means it isn’t your fault, I think. It’s been long enough that I’m okay with you. Besides…just now, you were a pretty good driver. And you didn’t do that on purpose, right?”

“Of course not!”

“Then we’re settled.” Kamila tugs on Missile’s leash, and he stands right up. “Let’s go find my dad.”

***

Missile is keeping his nose to the dirt, clearly clinging onto some kind of olfactory information. However, he’s still but a puppy, and the woods likely provide an overload of said information.

“We won’t find him before sundown,” Yomiel declares. Dusk is already upon them, and all they’ve found are some vaguely human-shaped footprints, which are probably from the search party when taken into context. And he still thinks they’re safer in the car than in Kamila’s tent, no matter how prepared she is for that. Especially considering her earlier remark about him being too tall for it. “We should head back.”

“We’re not going to get very far if we’re limited by sleeping in your car,” she points out.

“We’ll be able to cover more ground tomorrow, since we’ll be able to get started earlier,” he replies. “And I’ll rest more easily there. So will you. If it rains tonight, we’re a lot more likely to stay dry.”

She frowns and looks at her backpack, but ultimately follows him. From the crunch of leaves under her feet, he can tell she’s not really happy with him, but he doesn’t want to look back at her to find out for sure. It takes them a while to trek back to the car, but not as long as it took them to get out there in the first place. When he gets back to the car, he immediately lets Sissel out of the bag. Sissel was a stray that kept coming back before he named Sissel after her and officially adopted him, so he’s not really worried about Sissel refusing to come back. He’s immediately run off to shit, but he’s been cooped up in a bag for hours, so that’s not a huge surprise. Yomiel unlocks his car.

“You can go on ahead and set up your sleeping bag in the backseat or whatever,” he says. “I’ll figure out something for us to eat.” He spends a while staring at his trunk before deciding that they’ll try to start a fire so they can have cup ramen. He’s never really been good at that kind of thing, but he’s got a lighter, so it can’t be that hard, can it?

Kamila’s actually pretty helpful, in that regard.

“It’s easier to start with something that’s easy to burn, like these dried leaves,” she explains. “Then you move up to small sticks, and then you can start putting bigger stuff on the fire.”

Makes sense. He lights the leaves, and watches as the flames build.

“You’re pretty good at this kind of thing,” he notes.

“I like chemistry,” she says. “And physics. And that sort of stuff. I’ve always been good with science.”

“This isn’t really my field,” he says. While the water’s boiling, he gets out some food for Sissel. Kamila feeds Missile some kibble.

They’ll take things one day at a time. What he’s got won’t last forever, but it doesn’t need to.

***

Yomiel’s always been pretty sensitive to light. It’s why he’s always wearing sunglasses. It’s also why, no matter when he goes to bed, he wakes up right at dawn.

At least this time he went to bed early. It’s especially bad when he goes to bed at 3 AM and then wakes up with the sunrise at 6 because his curtains don’t keep out enough light. They wrapped up for the night earlier than he usually slept before everything happened. Plus, waking up this early will mean they have extra time to search.

He sits up first, grabbing for his glasses on the console. Then he puts his seat back up. He takes a look back at Missile and Kamila in the backseat, and then at Sissel next to him. They’re all still fast asleep — no surprises there. He honks the horn to wake them up. Even if Kamila’s not immediately awakened by it, Missile definitely will be, and his barking’s sure to be good as any alarm. True to his own thoughts, Missile starts barking, leaping up onto the console.

“Ugh…” Kamila looks out the window after sitting up. “Missile…be quiet…it’s too early for this…”

“Really?” Yomiel asks. “Because I think it’s the right time to rise and shine, little lady. We’re gonna spend a long time out on the trails, and the earlier we get out there, the longer we can spend searching. He stretches and gets out of the car, opening up the trunk and then the cooler. “You’re probably a little too young for this, but I’ve got some coffee here. Cold brew, so it’s going to be bitter. Don’t give it to Missile if you don’t like it. That stuff will kill him.”

“I know that,” she protests. “Give it to me. Beggars can’t be choosers, after all.”

He hands her the bottle without further conversation. She’s a kid, so she probably won’t like it that much, but she seems pretty desperate. And it’ll be faster than getting some more water heated up so they can use his instant coffee packets instead. Especially since it was pretty chilly last night — not cold enough for frost, but enough that it’s still a reminder of the approaching winter.

Probably another good reason they need to find her father soon. When winter comes, he’s pretty unlikely to stand a chance out here. It’s hard enough when everything’s still in bloom.

He grabs a second bottle for himself and shuts the cooler, preparing for another day of hiking.

He was supposed to be far away from here by now — far away from the past. Instead, he’s on the verge of confronting it.

***

They reach where they stopped yesterday a lot more easily now that they know the best ways to get through the woods. He lets Kamila guide the search — he sure as hell doesn’t know where her father would go. “Somewhere in the woods” can mean a lot of places.

“According to the maps,” Kamila explains, “there’s a defunct quarry a little further in. There should be some caves there or something. It’d be a good place to hide for someone who doesn’t have any other shelter, and it’d be easier than trying to build one. It’d make sense for him to go there.”

“Makes sense,” he says. “I’d rather look for a cave than build something myself, especially if I knew there might be one around here. Let’s go.”

“By the way,” she says as they walk off, “thanks for the coffee this morning. I don’t usually drink it iced or cold or whatever, so it was a little weird, but…it really helped.”

“Was the best I could do,” he answers. “Your family really lets you drink that stuff?”

“Not before the world ended,” she answers. “After that they weren’t paying as much attention. Not that I really needed it, though. I slept a lot more. Not a lot of other things I could do, considering the school was destroyed. And most of the interesting stuff in the shelters can’t be done by a kid.”

“Well, what would you be doing if all this hadn’t happened?”

“I’d probably be working on my next invention.”

Well, that explains a lot. She’s an inventor. Of course she knows a lot about the physical sciences and doesn’t mind black coffee.

“All I can really do right now is play with Missile and draw blueprints,” she continues. “I miss being able to build stuff, but we’re trying to preserve all our supplies.”

“Well, hey, if we manage to stay in touch after all this, hit me up if you need any software assistance. I was a software engineer before, well…” He waves his hand. “All the software died.” He hasn’t even thought about working again once he makes it to wherever he ends up, the city or another town or something else entirely. It’s not like the computers and power plants are really back up — he’s pretty sure the only power plants still going are nuclear, and that’s only because stopping operations might actually make things worse.

“Sure,” she says. He blinks. “I might take you up on that. I…really want to build my own CNC machine — it’s basically an automated mill, it’d be super cool to have one — but my dads said I can’t start on it until I’m sixteen, which is just silly. It’s not even a dangerous machine! It’s so much more safer than the machines I already have. And it’s not like building one will be that dangerous, either, especially compared to other stuff I’ve built before. It’ll be safer in the long run if I have one, and they’re way more expensive to buy than to build. But since they said no to the building part, I started trying to learn to code so I could at least get the software done in advance, and…I haven’t gotten very far. Even before all of this. I guess I have more time now, but…”

“Well, I’d be happy to help,” he says. The words coming out of his mouth surprise him — because he’s pretty sure he means it. Which means…staying in touch with this kid. “I’m sure you can pick it up pretty easily if you have some help learning. Trying to self-teach is…pretty difficult. Not impossible, but definitely pretty hard. And you’re starting with an awfully big project. Nobody ever show you ‘hello world’?”

“Well, sure—” She freezes in her tracks. “Do you hear that?”

Coyotes.

Missile starts barking in response to the call the coyote pack has issued. Kamila reaches downwards to shush him, but it’s too late. The pack’s already starting to encircle them. He’s not really sure what he can do, but he puts out a protective arm in front of Kamila. Missile seems more hostile than usual, growling at the coyotes, fur standing on end. When he looks at Sissel…he seems pretty nervous too.

Bang!

Was that a gunshot?

The coyote pack flees from the sound, scattering.

From out of the woods emerges a tall, broad man wearing a green trench coat.

“Kamila!” he yells.

“Daddy!”

She runs over, Missile on her heels, and leaps into his arms.

***

Just as Kamila suspected, her father (“Jowd”, the man had introduced himself as) was in a cave created by the quarry.

“Thank you for looking out for my daughter,” he says. “And…I apologize for how I acted five years ago. Perhaps it was fate that brought us together once more — so you could bring my daughter back to me.”

“My wife was always more into that kind of thing,” he answers. Not that he doesn’t understand how they’d come to the conclusion that fate was behind all of this. “But we still lived in the same town after all of that. It’s a small world. The fact that we crossed paths again wasn’t because of some higher power — it was just because I chose to pull over for some kid I didn’t know yet.” He shrugs. “Anyone else would’ve done the same if they saw her. I wouldn’t find it easy to leave a child behind in all of this.”

“I’m not sure just anyone would’ve,” Jowd says. “A lot of people right now are just looking out for themselves.”

“If you’d asked me a few days ago, I’d say I was doing the same.”

He certainly can’t claim this was all in his own self-interest now — in fact, it was kind of in the opposite of self-interest. Dying in the woods wouldn’t be self-interest, and digging up the ghosts from five years ago wouldn’t be either. He would have rather left it all behind. But now? Now he’s not so sure about all that.

“We should get you two back to town,” he says. “And then…then I’m going to head back out again.”

“You’re still going to leave?” Kamila asks. “After all of this? You said you were going to help me!”

“Hey, it isn’t like we can do anything about that right now,” he says. “The computers are still all on the fritz because of the solar storms. Our infrastructure isn’t back up yet.”

“You promised,” she says. “You can’t leave now! Besides…Missile and Sissel are friends now. You wouldn’t break them up, would you?”

She’s giving him the puppy-dog eyes. It’s true that Missile and Sissel do seem to be hanging out together just fine, though he wouldn’t exactly call them the best of friends.

“...let’s get back to the car.”

***

He lets Kamila take the front seat. Jowd sits in the back with the pets. He seems pretty happy with Sissel and Missile, though, so it’s probably not a total loss.

“Where’d you get Missile, by the way?” he asks.

“Missile belongs to Lynne, technically,” Kamila answers, “though I’ve been taking care of him more because I have more free time than she does. He’s both of ours. How long have you had Sissel?”

“Only since…all of this started, though he was hanging around my house for much longer,” Yomiel answers. “I…named him after my late wife.”

“Oh.”

The mood is significantly lower as he drives back into town. He’s starting to get a little low on gas. He’ll have to find a place to fuel up soon.

Maybe it’s a sign.

He pulls up at the shelter where most people in the town are staying together — what was once a hotel. At least there’s enough space for everyone here, he thinks as he parks. Not a lot of cars here. A lot of people left for the city, hoping they’d have a better chance there. Yomiel was supposed to be among them.

Kamila hops out of the car. Jowd follows more slowly, and both Missile and Sissel hop out onto the pavement.

“I…do hope you choose to stay,” Jowd tells him. “In times like these, we need to stick together, not run away. No man is an island. And beyond that…I have lost many of the people I was close with. It sounds as though you, too, have suffered a great deal of loss. Neither of us must be alone.”

“Sounds nice,” Yomiel answers. “I’ll think about it.”

Kamila’s saying goodbye to Sissel, and Yomiel wonders if it’s more so long or until we meet again.

“Thank you so much,” she tells him, bundling him into a sudden hug. “I really wouldn’t have done it nearly as quickly, and it could have turned out really bad.”

“Yeah,” he says. “Of course.”

He’s glad he stopped at the side of the road for her. Maybe even glad that he has a reason to stay again. But then again — he’ll have to stick around to see if that’s really the case, won’t he?

#ghost trick #ghost trick spoilers #yomiel #kamila ghost trick #sissel #missile ghost trick #jowd #fanfiction #my writing #ghost swap

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honeyhive65 · 1 month ago

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I realized I never said who the SPO/SNES boxers were in this monster au so here’s a list…I’ll get to pizzas pasta and kid quick and Mr dream maybe idk. Also warning there are repeat monsters.

LIST OF SPO/SNES CHARACTERS AS MONSTERS + a bonus or two

MINOR CIRCUIT:

Gabby Jay- This dhampir is one of the more friendlier faces of Branch B. He even hangs out a bit with Branch A and tries his best to give as much advice as he can. Being half vampire, he has less weaknesses than the other Frenchman and only won because he was lucky enough Joe agreed to a day match with him. He attempted to help Joe cope with vampirism but he doesn’t exactly know all the negatives of it.

Piston Hurricane- unlike the other zombie of the WVBA, this one seems to have some attachment to his identity. He even vaguely knows how he died considering he woke up in a body of water next to the ruins of a town. He barely remembers anything else though besides basic info.

Bob Charlie- despite being a witch, Bob Charlie isn’t anywhere near being wicked. It was really just how he grew up and he boxes for fun…he may or may not bring some magic into the ring so best to keep your guard up anyways. He is after all still classified as a monster to the WVBA.

Dragon Chan- exactly what you think he is. A Dragonborn who wanted to get into kickboxing at first but thought that just meant boxing but you can kick. Joined the WVBA and was practically flying in the ring. It’s a miracle that the ref hasn’t stopped him yet.

MAJOR CIRCUIT:

Masked Muscle- a ghost of a luchador, masked muscle has unfortunately bound himself to the wrong organization but has grown too attached to the WVBA to leave. Didn’t realize that he was in boxing (or really even a ghost) and was pinning opponents to the ground in some of his earliest matches. Despite being a ghost, that spit of his still hasn’t left him even in the afterlife.

Heike Kagero- Despite being a carnivore, this siren doesn’t seem to have a taste for human flesh. Instead, he uses that voice of his to try and get an edge in his matches so best to plug your ears before the match. He even tries to use his own hair (the fact that it’s constantly wet doesn’t help at all). Surprisingly used to be one of Arans friends before the incident occurred.

Mad Clown- Sure he’s a clown from outer space, but he’s no killer…not one that I know of at least. This alien went down to earth in order to study humans a bit more. He dived into pretty weird things in order to understand humans more, one of which was opera. His latest subject has been sports and why not study by being one of the opponents? Unfortunately for him, he didn’t know he’d be fighting monsters and not humans. Thought taking the appearance of a clown would make him seem more human and likable…it didn’t.

Narcis Prince- while he certainly cares way too much for his looks, he actually has a good enough reason for not wanting to be hit hard. The doll he has possessed is porcelain! Hit him hard enough and his cheek might cave in and expose the void. He managed to find a doll that was life sized and has stuck with it for pretty much ever. Still, it’s his own fault if the doll is damaged he picked a sport entirely about punching and he’s still obnoxious about it.

WORLD CIRCUIT:

Hoy Quarlow- sometimes one must wonder why these species even choose to box. This skeleton may not be made of glass but he sure doesn’t look strong. Don’t let that fool you though, what he lacks in physical strength he makes up by bringing his scythe into the ring. Some people have even dropped dead while in the ring and every one has been ruled as a tragic accident even if there are no accidents when it comes to death.

Rick Bruiser- one of the two werewolf brothers of the WVBA and might as well be an accomplice for both hugger turning into a werewolf and Arans trauma (mocked both of them shortly after the worst moments of their lives). Rick plays dirty a lot in the ring and will bring out the claws unprompted. He sometimes wishes his brother will agree to a rematch but we all know that wont be happening especially since his brother lost the title.

Nick bruiser- the direct cause for hugger turning and Aran becoming the paranoid mess he is now, this werewolf is ruthless in and out of ring. He was desperate to keep his title and would have killed someone just to keep it…until it got stolen by someone else. His record has evened out a bit due to him constantly fighting the guy to get his title back.

Peter punch/birdie/whatever you wanna call SNES Mac cause we all know that’s not Mac- it’s said that if you see your own doppelgänger that that would be bad luck and an omen of death. However, this doppelgänger wanted to distance himself from his double to the point where people thought he was human despite his claims that he’s not…at least until Mac came along. Despite him changing his appearance, it didn’t stop Mac from immediately feeling a vague sense of familiarity in hjm.

BONUS WOO:

Jon (the ref)- this ghost has seemingly been employed at the WVBA for forever now. He wasn’t always a ghost though and has even worked as a ref when he was alive. However, if that weirdly familiar statue in the lobby was anything to go off of, this ref ended up annoying the wrong monster a little too much.

Doc Louis- an elderly werewolf who is training Mac to become the greatest boxer he can be. Despite being a werewolf, he is in no way hostile or even really that much of a threat seeing as though he turns into a chocolate lab on a full moon. He really shouldn’t be eating all that chocolate though.

#punch out #punch out!!#super punch out #punch out au #punch out monster au

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ym-loreposting · 5 months ago

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The Gloucester Conspiracy

Fire Emblem: Three Houses is home to many story threads that are only really explored in side content such as supports and paralogues found in it and its spin-off Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes. One of these storylines has to do with the death of Raphael's parents and might reveal more about a hidden power struggle going on in the Leicester Alliance. Spoilers for both games follow.

The 'accidental' death of Raphael's parents

Raphael is a character from the Golden Deer house in Three Houses, which represents the Leicester Alliance in the east of Fódlan. Three years before the start of the game, his parents were killed by monsters according to his in-game profile. In his support line with his friend and fellow Golden Deer student Ignatz in Three Houses, more details are given about the event. Both Raphael and Ignatz's parents were merchants working in the Alliance and Raphael's parents were attacked while they were traveling for work. This happened after Ignatz's parents declined to work that job because they had other business, so they recommended Raphael's parents instead.

This all seems straightforward enough, but is complicated in the Paralogue Death Toll, which involves both Raphael and Ignatz. It is revealed at the start that merchants traveling from the lands controlled by House Gloucester of the Alliance to those of House Riegan suffer far more monster attacks than those traveling in the opposite direction. Of note is that House Riegan is the leading house of the Leicester Alliance.

The battle of the Paralogue involves saving merchants from such a monster attack. However, there are also some people mixed in with the monsters who seem to be controlling them. These are identified as Alliance Generals who speak of performing some duty and not looking forward to telling a count if they fail to kill the merchants. In the aftermath of the battle, a surviving merchant speculates that Count Gloucester is behind the attacks because he is unhappy with the merchants contributing to House Riegan's wealth.

More pressingly, it is also said that such a scheme was behind the death of Raphael's parents. At the time, they were traveling with the incumbent Duke Riegan, called Godfrey, because Count Gloucester had invited them to strike a deal about some art pieces. Raphael's parents were brought along to assess the value of the pieces in question, but all met their demise at the hands of monsters.

Vying for control of the Alliance

This is not where the story ends however, as both the Shadow Library added in Three Houses's DLC and Warriors: Three Hopes elaborate on these events. The Shadow Library is a library located in Abyss where forbidden books end up, likely those discarded by Seteth from the surface library of Garreg Mach Monastery as explained by a Monk in Chapter 4 of Three Houses:

There are numerous books in this library that you cannot find anywhere else. But once you are here, you can read them easily enough. I doubt someone would go to the trouble of stealing one. Sometimes Seteth will dispose of books that are deemed inappropriate for the monastery, but that's about it.

In the readable book Burnt Remnants of a Report, the following is written about the situation:

… son of the Alliance’s leader, Duke Oswald Riegan, has died in an accident. This follows an incident involving the previous successor, and even the Knights of Seiros suspect it was at Count Gloucester’s command, though it seems too conspicuous. There is some concern that this could spark a war. With Duke Riegan gravely ill, the situation is…

It seems the Church of Seiros also suspected something was going on, but war between Gloucester and Riegan was averted according to the Japanese version of the report due to the sickness of Duke Oswald Riegan (the father of Godfrey and grandfather of Claude von Riegan, see family tree for clarification).

The question becomes as to why Count Gloucester would orchestrate the assassination of Godfrey von Riegan, leaving House Riegan to the leadership of his elderly and ailing father Oswald. Given that Oswald dies during the timeskip in Three Houses, it is save to say that the goal was to cause a crisis of leadership in the Leicester Alliance. At the time Godfrey is killed, the existence of Claude is not yet known in the Alliance after all as he only came to Fódlan two years later. A power vacuum would have been created in Leicester without Godfrey after the death of Oswald. House Gloucester is also an important house in Leicester and Lorenz, Count Gloucester's son, often emphasizes how he wants to lead Leicester in Claude's stead in the main game. The bid may have been for House Gloucester to take control of the Alliance.

Schemers in the dark

However, the Burnt Remnants of a Report also emphasize that Count Gloucester might not be behind this conspiracy. It seems too conspicuous in the words of the report and there is implied that there might be another party at play.

Three Hopes further elaborates on this idea, first of all by giving a name and a face to Count Gloucester: Erwin Fritz Gloucester. He is shown to be a pragmatic leader who wishes to protect the people of his lands and is willing to switch sides between the Adrestian Empire and the Alliance during the war that breaks out between the three nations of Fódlan during the game. He is less focused on becoming leader of the Alliance than his son Lorenz as well.

Furthermore, Three Hopes directly gives more details on the incident wherein Raphael's parents and Godfrey von Riegan were killed in the Paralogue Unsettling Truths. In the Paralogue, Lorenz (now Count Gloucester after his father retired), Ignatz and Raphael go to confront a group of bandits wreaking havoc in Gloucester territory. It just so happens these are the same bandits who worked as mercenaries for Erwin and were responsible for the death of Godfrey. The bandits are apprehended and questioned by Lorenz, where more information is revealed.

The bandits claim that when they still worked as mercenaries, they first had normal jobs like protecting villages. However, they one day received orders from an envoy of Erwin to threaten merchants going to Riegan territory. They balked at this idea and instead chased monsters into the path of the merchants to scare them away. This worked at first and might be what was seen in the Paralogue Death Toll. The people in that Paralogue were identified as Alliance Generals instead of mercenaries, but this might be an oversight or translation error in either Three Houses or Three Hopes (given the fact that Godfrey is also erroneously identified as Claude's grandfather instead of his uncle in Unsettling Truths).

Nonetheless, this all eventually led to the incident where Godfrey and Raphael's parents were killed. It seemed the envoy was someone from House Gloucester acting alone and by the time Erwin learned what happened according to Lorenz, the culprit had vanished. Instead Erwin punished the mercenaries and they became bandits afterwards.

The question remains as to who this culprit is. In Unsettling Truths, it is said that Erwin refuses to discuss these matters with Lorenz and instead changes the subject when it comes up. Ignatz meanwhile calls out a scheme like this one seems ill befitting of Erwin's character and motivations of protecting the reputation of the nobility.

It does however fit the modus operandi of another group in Fódlan very well, and that is that of Those Who Slither in the Dark or the Agarthans. They have the ability to shapeshift and so one of them could have easily impersonated someone from House Gloucester to orchestrate the death of Godfrey von Riegan. The Agarthans had also been sowing political turmoil in Fódlan in the years before Three Houses and Three Hopes take place, as they also had hands in the Insurrection of the Seven in the Adrestian Empire and the Tragedy of Duscur in the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.

If Erwin was aware of the Agarthans' involvement is hard to say, as he is never seen directly commenting on these events. Three Hopes seems to clear him of most suspicion, but if he believed the death of Godfrey could benefit his people, he might have turned a blind eye, given his pragmatic attitude. And what exactly the Agarhtans were trying to gain with this whole scheme is perhaps best left for another time. Their involvement in this incident seems pretty clear either way, as the Remnants of a Burnt Report seems to cover incidents in which the Agarthans were involved as well.

#fire emblem #three houses #three hopes #raphael #lorenz #claude #those who slither in the dark

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peck2neck · 7 months ago

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hiiii. heres the allohema logs from the wyatt dies au

putting it all under the cut since its preeeeetty long. the first two were written back in january while the third one was written recently

dunno what else to say soooo enjoy :]

Allo.Hema LOG_1

It's been about a day since I first discovered that Wyatt had gone missing. I don't think I ever could have seen it coming - things were fine a few days ago. I went over to visit, but he was more cheerful than usual. He was finally starting to open up, I think. Hell, I even managed to make him laugh, something I assumed that he was incapable of. He gave me a present before I left and I went back for the day. I wasn't able to visit for a while after, things get pretty busy during the holiday season but I managed to sneak out just after new years. But... He wasn't there. In fact, there was nothing but rubble. Charred metal lying limp around where the feint memory of a shack had been. I searched for hours to no avail. I couldn't find him anywhere, and I'm starting to believe that maybe... he- ...nevermind.

I brought Microwave back to the lab with me. It seems like she wasn't around when it.. happened. I checked her and she appears to be unscathed. I doubt I'll be able to keep her here for long, though. As soon as someone notices she's here I'll get in trouble and she'll get rehomed. I feel bad for the thing, she's just been staring at the door all day. It's obvious she wants to go back, but i can't let her - she doesn't know that no one is waiting there for her.

I should really throw his file away - I have no need for notes about Wyatt anymore but I... can't bring myself to do it. Not right now, at least. I'll keep them for a bit longer - just in case. Tomorrow I'll sneak out again, just one more time. I need to be sure. I need answers. It just doesn't make sense! I'm the only one who has had contact with Wyatt for YEARS, he basically confirmed it! Unless I had been followed? I doubt it was an accident, either. He may be arrogant but he sure as hell isn't stupid. It just.. doesn't add up. I'll watch my back tomorrow but I'm not sure what else I can do.

Allo.Hema LOG_2

I fixed up the flowerbeds while I was out there today. He never let me anywhere near them before, but someone has to tend to them. On that note, its been about over a week now, and there's still no sign of him. It would seem I have no choice but to believe that he's gone.. however I just can't. I said that I'd go back one more time, but for the past few days I've been returning over and over, desperate for a something, anything.... nothing. I've been tidying a few things while he's been absent - might as well pass the time. Some of his belongings seemed to survive, so I'm going to take them back to the lab with me - until he gets back, of course. It's pretty calm out here, all things considered. It's... quiet, there's a clear view of the sky and a slight breeze at my back. I suppose getting out of that building for a while is doing me some good.

I still haven't fully decided what to do with Microwave. No one has noticed that she's here, surprising considering I ordered so many cat toys.. ahem - I've been considering keeping her, to be honest. Wyatt cared a lot about Microwave, and I'd feel bad just.. giving her away with no guarantee that she'll be safe. Besides, she's taken a liking to me. My jacket is covered in cat hairs.. I hope no one is allergic, because I'm about to run out of spare ones.. More annoyingly, she keeps knocking everything off of my desk, even my tungsten cube! I used to wonder why Wyatt's tools were scattered on the floor, but I guess that's why. I don't mind the company, though. She curls up on my lap while I'm doing paperwork and I can hear a feint purr each time. She's adorable.. but I should get her to stop chewing the wires.

Looking back, he always seemed to be worried about me, specifically what my job was like. It always confused me why seemed so pushy about it despite him being so abrasive, though I slowly figured out why. We even talked about it one day, and I managed to assure him that i'll be fine. I'm already very aware of what the higher-ups think of me, and i've never trusted them for a second to be honest. I know they'll attempt to decommission me the moment I stop being... useful to them, but what's stopping me from leaving? I could always pack my things and leave the night before - information always gets back to me somehow, so I'd know. They'd never find me if I lay low somewhere, I've already removed that damned tracking chip ages ago, and I could continue my work for free, for those who need it somewhere else. Huh. It doesn't feel like a bad thing to consider, actually.. Hah, guess he was right. He knew what he was doing when he gave me that bag, I suppose.

I'll think about it. Maybe I could find some information out there, a lead to what happened to him - or maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.. I'll bide my time and bite my (metaphorical) tongue.

Allo.Hema LOG_3

I left. After 4 months I finally bit the bullet and.. ran away, i suppose. I'm currently laying low in Wyatt's old shack- what I could salvage of it anyways. The charred ground seems to have been washed away by the rain, but this place is still somewhat in a state of disarray despite my attempts to fix it. About a week was spent packing my things, going back and forth between my office and the scrapyard to drop off my stuff. I have enough supplies to last for a while on my own before I'll have to find some way of getting new ones. I'm not sure what I'll do after that.. but i have more important things to worry about at the moment. Microwave is with me, too. I made sure to stock up on food for her, though Wyatt always managed to get some for her so I doubt I'll have to worry too much about it. She seems glad to be back in the scrapyard, but she keeps searching for Wyatt. I guess we're both in the same boat.

The reason I left.. is because I found a lead. I spent all of those months trying to find something and for once I finally did. I think I've found what - or who - may be responsible for Wyatt's death.. or rather his disappearance. I knew he couldn't really be dead. Surely he's too stubborn for that. My research leads me to believe that theres.. someone behind everything that's happened to him. The issue is that I don't know how to locate it. All of my research for nothing. Again. But I still have to try, I can't rest knowing that he's out there.

I've never really tried.. building anything. I've watched Wyatt do it plenty of times and he made it look easy so it cant be THAT bad, right?? I have his old tools, so I guess I can practice by properly fixing this shack. All I did earlier was slide some scrap metal sheets on top of each other and called it a day. He always seemed to passionate about making things, even if he didn't want to admit it. Most of his belongings were salvaged scrap that was repurposed into something new. Surely I could do the same. It's starting to get darker now. When was the last time I saw the sunset? It's much more beautiful than I remembered. I guess not being stuck inside all the time really does have its upsides. I don't like my jacket being covered in dirt though, I'm not sure how I'm going to clean it.

I have an idea. I'm not sure if it will work, but i think it's worth a try. If it's successful, I might be able to get some answers. This may take months, even years to finish- but this creation will be what I need to find it. To find answers.

I have to get answers. I have to. I will find him.

#ocs #wyatt dies au #might delete this later i dunnoooo. kinda nervous about posting my writing here #theres only gonna be these 3 btw i probably wont write a fourth one #i should make seperate tags for each of my main ocs i think. they all mean a lot to me and hopefully ill post about them more :]

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fanfic-obsessed · 2 years ago

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Perchance to Dream

Ok, before we get into what is happening here there are a few facts that I need to have entered into evidence pertaining to this universe. Please indulge me and take note, every one of these facts will be critical later.

Fact 1: In this universe Sheev Palpatine is not a Sith.

He is what he claims to be in canon, a career politician trying to do his best. He is no saint, he is still a career politician after all, but he is not the ultimate evil. He is still force sensitive, with a sensitivity that is enough that he could have trained as a Jedi if his parents had given him up, but not so high that he is a danger to anyone without training. But he does not keep it a secret from the Jedi, and has essentially been tutored by a few Jedi in the ways of the Force. He does not let on in the Senate about his sensitivity (Which amounts to a better than average sense of people’s emotions, and a good sense for danger and being able to move very small items with his mind.).

Fact 2: Yan Dooku is the Sith Master, as of the clone wars, Hugo Demask was his master.

Hugo Demask survives 5 years longer than in canon, he corrupts Dooku, is Maul's Master and is ultimately killed by Dooku. The background steps needed for the clone wars to happen, that in canon were Palpatine, were performed by Demask or Dooku.

Fact 3: The Clones are not chipped.

There is no project Knightfall, no Order 66. The clones were not a co-opted project by Sith. Master Sifo Dyas did commission them, but (like with Palpatine), they are not a trap for the Jedi. While Jango Fett still died on Geonosis, he had been there on a bounty, separate from his job to be the progenitor and trainer of the clones. He trains them because he is paid, rather than for revenge.

Fact 4: Anakin Skywalker does not slaughter the Tuskens.

Shimi still dies, though it is an accident rather than being captured by the raiders. Anakin still has grief and horror and loss but it is tempered here because there is no group of beings that can blame, and he is not one to turn that anger inward. He does see his mother one last time, but there is closure rather than murder.

Fact 5: Jedi can get married.

It’s not common. Marriage as a legal institution doesn’t actually make sense to most Jedi. The rights and protections that a marriage grants by and large are not applicable to Jedi. Even as an expression of love, it just tends not to occur to most Jedi to want a wedding. They are more than happy to have the ceremony if their partner or partners want, but won’t seek it out.

There are only a few Jedi that end up with partners outside the Jedi. There are two reasons for this. The first is that most of the galaxy has some weird ideas about Jedi and Jedi relationships. Most of the time it is not worth the effort to navigate. The second is a bit more convoluted. There is a higher rate of asexuality and aromanticism, or the equivalent, in Jedi than in their native populations (of Jedi whose species has sexuality), by a significant amount (Something like 10%-20% of the Jedi, with a sexual identity, identify as either asexual or aromantic, as opposed to the galactic standard of 1%). Incidentally there is also a higher rate of polyamorous leanings. This combines with the fact that the Jedi truly are a melting pot, different species growing up alongside each other, going through reproductive maturity together. Relationship Norms and Mores for Jedi look nothing like anywhere else in the galaxy.

Fact 6: Anakin Skywalker's marriage is ‘secret’ and causes much giggling in the Jedi temple.

The secrecy is actually part of Naboo wedding traditions. Nabooians are expected to elope, and the longer the marriage is considered a ‘secret’, the more luck the marriage is said to have. The Jedi are well aware of this tradition and try to adhere to reasonable traditions when possible. So when Anakin effectively broadcasts to every Jedi in the galaxy that he was now Mister Padme Naberrie (the legalities of being married may not matter to Anakin as neither the Jedi nor the slave culture really have any use for it, but the idea of giving someone else their name as a way of giving them belonging was very important in Tatooine slave culture), approximately 45 seconds after their marriage, there is a collective silent agreement by the Jedi to let newlyweds have their ‘secret’. There is a semi-formal betting pool as to who is going to give in and give away the secret first (Shortest odds are on ‘Anakin, finally doing something that is so obvious that the Jedi can’t ignore it anymore’, ‘Obi Wan, after Captain Rex is forced to lie badly to him again about what Anakin is doing’, or ‘Mace Windu after he catches Anakin and Padme in the Room of a Thousand fountains for a third time that day).

Ladies, gentleman, and everything in between of the jury, now that we have established these facts in evidence it is time to turn our attention to the reason we are here today. Without the Sith Master at the head of the Republic the Clone war does take a slightly different trajectory, faster in some ways without their intelligence leaking quite as easily(The Senate still leaked intelligence like a sieve but at least the Separatists weren’t getting it right from the source), slower in other as there was no real overarching goal. No one is actually sure what victory would look like for either side.

Some members of the Separatist leadership decide that the best way to be victorious is to take out the GAR leadership, the Jedi High Council. A chemical weapon was created, then tailored to each member of the High Council so it could be released and only affect the targets. It took a year to develop and tailor (so specific that it included the genetic code of each member of the council), then another to maneuver the release mechanisms into place. This chemical weapon included a powerful hallucinogen and a chemical agent that links the hallucinations of everyone affected (through the Force). Once deployed it would create a shared hallucination of the worst possible case scenario that could be created by the group. The aim being to hobble the GAR without their high command.

That shared hallucination is Canon, starting with the Jedi confronting the Sith Lord.

It is entirely possible that the Separatists greatly underestimated the amount of horror the mind of a Jedi could generate. And how well they would be able to keep moving when under the hallucination.

When a Jedi died in the hallucination, they would fall comatose and though none did, the chemical weapon would, for lack of a better way to explain, go a step further and try to convince them to give up(which would kill them in the real world) by continuing to show them this hallucinatory world as ‘part of the Force’. Until this comatose state they would act in the real world according to the hallucination, including reacting as if injuries within it existed in the real world.

The High council is spread throughout the galaxy when weapons are deployed. The members of the council that fell to Sidious immediately fall into a coma, while the rest begin to act in varying degrees of strangely (Depending on where they were and how different that place was from where they now thought they were). Mace Windu drops into something that is not quite a coma as his body reacts to having his wrist cut off and falling from a high window, with all the trauma therein. As Order 66 goes out in the hallucination, more of the council drop until the only ones left moving are Obi Wan Kenobi and Yoda, both of whom escape the planets they were on. It is only luck that neither hurt anyone in escaping.

There is immediate confusion, that is true. The unexplained coma of 9 members of the Jedi High Council, Mace Windu’s collapse (Physically nothing is wrong but brain scans and the healers say that his brain is acting as if he is in severe pain, as well as severe shock), and the disappearance of Obi Wan Kenobi and Yoda.

The Officers, both clone and nat born, rally quickly and it becomes very obvious, very rapidly that the separatist were responsible for what happened to the Jedi Councilors. This gives the GAR, particularly the personal battalions of those same Jedi, a new vigor and driving force. In trying to destabilize the GAR, the separatist actually provided them with a rallying point (Fighting for freedom or protecting the innocent is a great tagline but hard to turn from concept to reality. Fighting because someone fucked with our generals is much easier to put a face to).

It takes eight months to track down the architects of the chemical weapon, who never developed a cure (During this time the war is categorically won by the Republic). Before being captured they managed to destroy about a quarter of the notes regarding the weapon. Using what is left, it takes two years to recreate the missing portion of the notes and another 15 months to synthesize an antidote.

By this point Mace Windu had to be under constant sedation to alleviate the strain of the injuries he sustained in the hallucination. Because of this it was Plo Koon who woke first.

Yoda and Obi Wan were still missing.

Plo commented that the Force felt so much lighter. He jolted when he saw Commander Wolffe sitting next to his bed. Thankfully he accepted that he had been in a hallucination easily. And as he described what had gone on within the hallucination (As he had died early, he was cursed with the helpless knowledge of exactly what was going on: the chips, Anakin's fall, The march on the temple, all the evils of the galactic empire) the horror only increased. No one could even blame his slight flinch whenever Anakin spoke, not even Anakin after Plo described the march on the temple in devastating detail and the fight on Mustafar (It only takes a few moments to realize this was a worst case scenario specifically from the Mind of Obi Wan, who could not think about much worse than his beloved brother becoming Falling and becoming Vader).

Eventually Plo is asked if he knows where Obi Wan and Yoda are, even as the other members of the council begin to wake.

He does, but he recommends that it is not the Clones or Anakin Skywalker that go after either. For a moment Anakin considers being offended, this was his lineage after all, but after hearing what had happened in the hallucination, what Obi Wan and Yoda currently remember him doing, it only makes sense.

And Cody may be chomping at the bit to go after his general (he was only on Coruscant to see the antidote be administered in hopes that it would give them a clue as to where Obi Wan was, he has spent all of his time since the war ended with the rest of the 212th,searching the galaxy for their general) but he can also see the wisdom of not spooking the general.

Unfortunately the cure had to be administered intravenously, so there was no gassing the planet.

Aayla Secura is sent to Dagobah to make contact with Yoda. He is not able to sense her, because she is dead in the hallucination. He sees her and hears her but believes her to be the hallucination, come to torment him with his failures (Look I imagine that Obi Wan and Yoda have really similar headspaces regarding the genocide of their people and the self isolation that they enacted because of it.). She is able to administer the cure and get him back to the ship and headed toward Coruscant.

The thing is this hallucination has been active in his mind for 3 years. For the comatose Jedi there was an extra degree of separation from the hallucination (Because they could only watch, the horror was somewhat muted). So while the cure works, breaking Yoda of the hallucination he is utterly changed by three years of horror and isolation and the press of a created darkside. He abjectly refuses to take any seat of power (The entire order has been restructured by necessity since they had no idea when they would cure the high council) and retreats to the creche. It takes years before he stops being hypervigilant when he sees trooper armor in the temple (particularly if that armor is 501st blue). The troopers never begrudge how he stills at the sight of their armor, and it becomes a policy that troopers who want to enter the creche will change into anything but their armor.

Mace Windu also needs years to recover, having spent three years ‘healing’ from having his hands cut off and being thrown from the Chancellor office. His mind expects his hands to be gone, which causes all kinds of issues (Kind of the reverse of having a phantom limb). Sheev Palpatine was a friend of Mace’s (It was friendship born of being leaders, doing their best and knowing that their every decision held the weight of a galaxy) and a frequent visitor while they were working on a cure. The first time he enter’s Mace’s room after the cure, Mace lashes out with the Force and throws him through the door in pure panic. This wild panic reaction lasts for three months (with countless attempts by Mace and the mind healers to break it) before Mace growls and decides that it would not happen again. He then would go to camp out in Palpatine’s apartments for two weeks to train himself out of the reaction.

It is Quinlan Vos that is chosen to lure Obi Wan out of hiding. Now that they know that the hallucination is affecting Obi Wan’s ability to sense with the Force, the 212th insist that they will provide Vos with hsi transportation to Tatooine, though they do agree not to actually set foot on the planet.

As far as the residents of Tatooine are concerned, Ben the hermit showed up one day to wander into the Wastes and give himself heatstroke. He is considered crazy but mostly harmless, and slightly obsessed with the Lars family. In this world Beru and Owen Lars did adopt a baby born right around the time Ben arrived. This little boy, whom they do name Luke, is the son of an escaped slave woman who died in childbirth on their farm. Like many slaves and children of slaves, she took the last name Skywalker.

Ben thinks he is watching over the son of his brother, and that Owen hates him for failing Anakin. Owen is leery of the strange hermit that watches their farm (particularly Luke) from afar and vanishes into the Jutland Wastes when approached. Particularly since the few times they have talked to him, he hasn’t actually made much sense. Every so often other moisture farmers would come to the farm to chat and ask Owen or Beru about Ben. Both are forced to nod and go ‘yep, he’s still out there raving about a galactic empire and apologizing for killing Owen's brother. No, Owen doesn’t have a brother’ (Having only met Anakin once, and though he knows that Shimi had another son, really doesn’t connect Shimi’s son to this brother).

Vos is eventually able to track Obi Wan/Ben down. It takes some trickery for Vos to administer the cure (Ben tries to kick him off the planet three times, hissing that Vos can’t draw the empire’s attention to Tatooine) but once it does, it knocks him out enough for Vos to carry him back to the spaceport.

The Lar’s happen to be in town when Vos comes through carrying Ben. Beru asks what Vos is doing with Ben. Vos responds that he is bringing him home. Owen asks if Vos will be able to get Ben the help he needs. Vos answers yes, and they all go about their day. Ben the hermit will remain a story told on Tatooine for years, particularly after High General Obi Wan comes back a decade later and awkwardly thanks the Lars for the kindness they exhibited.

Like Yoda and Mace, the time in the hallucination affected Obi Wan deeply. He keeps a constant ‘watch’ though the Force on his men (within the hallucination their force presence flattened and fell away in the wake of Order 66) and feels deeply protective of all these individual lights that died just as surely as the Jedi did. He also clings to Anakin’s force presence, but cannot stand to be in a room with Anakin and children. He knows it is irrational but can’t quite help it. At times even stepping foot on Coruscant or at the temple is difficult.

Obi Wan decides to take a step back from being a knight and Master. He and many of the clones, primarily of the 212th though there are others, plus a few Jedi and others they pick up along the way decide that they will take a survey mission to begin to map some of the wild space beyond the outer rim. He, Cody, and Rex end up entering into a relationship that forms the base for a polycule with the majority of the crew (with the exception of the children they acquire, those all call each member of the polycule some variation of mom/dad/parent).

They all eventually find happiness, though it does not always look like everything else.

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softpine · 2 years ago

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I'm just realizing that first image of Aileen isn't from the car crash it's from one of the rides! Poor Jada am I miss remembering or is this now the third time we've seen her predict her mom's death? I feel like I remember it being talked about that before the accident, Jada was literally constantly saving Aileens life.

i believe this is the first time we've gotten explicit confirmation that jada has saved aileen's life before, but it was hinted at here, when she has a flashback of her mom dying on the ground, but as we know, aileen actually died inside her car. but you're absolutely right that jada has saved her mom's life more than once!! she told aileen about it ("You don't believe me. I saw --" // "These nightmares you're having are just nightmares. I'm not going anywhere.") implying that this has happened numerous times before. but at that point, jada wasn't having visions about anyone else, so she didn't have any proof that they were real. combine that with the way her mom shut her down & told her not to talk about it with anyone else (even her dad, who honestly probably would've believed her, but now she'll never tell him because she has so much guilt over the whole thing and she doesn't want to 'admit' that she let her mom die), and it starts to make sense why jada would question what was real or coincidence. man it sucks when your soon-to-be dead mom accidentally gaslights you fjskjds

#also the fact that aileen nearly died on a ferris wheel just goes to show you that the universe wanted her soooo dead #because ferris wheel accidents are extremely rare #and most of the accidents that do happen are the workers not the riders #anonymous #asks #nonsims #brandi answers

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itty-bitty-demon · 10 months ago

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🍁 OOC lore dump 🍁

I've got some Sylvia lore for y'all and I need ya to be ready for it cuz it's a LOT

So I've been thinking about all this (my thoughts are very organized rn I promise) and I've got lots of lil tidbits!!

So here's a bit about the two behind it all (mainly one of the sinners)

As we all know, Sylvia was created, not born. She also never died.

She was just.. there lmfao

The two sinners that created her are named Derek and Roman (I plan on drawing em soon)

Derek is a bit more experienced with voodoo than Roman so he was the one who messed up and made Sylvia alive.

Roman is kind of the mastermind behind it all though.

Roman has had beef with Alastor in the past. He wants to be an overlord and he believes taking down Alastor and gaining power in that way is the only way to do it.

Alastor could care less because Roman isn't anywhere near as powerful as he is but I digress.

Roman is also kinda in kahoots with Vox but not entirely.

Roman and Derek met at a bar one night. Derek is a bit more powerful than Roman in a dark magic sense, but not as experienced because he doesn't really interact with people.

Though he and Roman kinda hit it off, and Roman kinda took Derek in as his right hand man.

The only reason though is because Roman knew Derek had abilities that he could use to his advantage.

So imagine how pissed Roman was after Sylvia was brought to life.

Roman is also the cause of most of the physical and verbal abuse Sylvia endured for the short amount of time she was there.

Now I'm gonna dump about Sylvia because ye!

Sylvia is a peaceful little demon.

The idea of hurting or killing people does not and never will sit right with her.

She's spoken out about this too. It's not something she feels okay with.

She respects Charlie a lot because they kind of share this belief.

Though Sylvia has hurt people before, albeit on accident.

Being so young, she doesn't know how to control a lot of her powers.

She's only able to control radio frequencies like Alastor, and she's able to bring dolls to life.

Which I will get to don't worry. I'll get to all her powers in a bit.

When Sylvia was created, she didn't know what was going on at all.

She was thrown around and yelled at and threatened. She was terrified.

She'd just gained consciousness and she was being treated like this.

Sylvia thinks that this is a normal thing. It's never once been explained to her that most people in Hell aren't created in such a way. She's never been told what she went through is not normal, nor is it okay.

Sylvia goes through life thus far thinking this is normal and everyone just eventually grows up and accepts it. Some even embrace it.

Which is also why she hates the idea of other's being hurt or killed.

She will always associate hurting/killing with her own traumatic experience because no one's told her it's incorrect thus far.

Granted, she's never brought these feelings up, so no one's had a reason to tell her.

Its a small way her and Alastor differ though.

While Alastor is an absolute psychopath (/affectionate haha) and enjoys seeing people suffer, Sylvia is a pacifist and a genuine sweetheart who hates it when people so much as cry because she wants to make sure everyone is okay.

Which is kinda not a good trait in Hell.

Sinners hurt. Sinners kill. Sinners are fucking monsters and they're ruthless and they crave violence like all the time because it's Hell and they already lost everything. They have nothing else to lose, so why not embrace it?

There's quite literally nothing Sylvia can do about it, and her having such an empathetic trait in this place is extremely dangerous.

Alastor knows this as well.

HEHE POWERS AND ANGST TIME! Here's what we know so far (aka what I've all come up with so far)

I'm going to split this up into a few sections, so this first is gonna talk about her radio powers and her doll powers.

Like all demons, Sylvia has a demonic form. I'll get to it though.

Sylvia is also, again, able to control radio frequencies. She can emit music and static. The static often comes out when she's under a lot of stress, or anger, or pain - basically negative emotions are easily spotted with her because her static gives it away.

The level of emotion determines the volume and intensity of the static noises.

Also! Memories can be heard with her! She practically broadcasts them. Whether she's daydreaming or reminiscing or having flashbacks, if you're close enough you can actually hear it!

Though with memories and flashbacks, the quality of it depends on how well she remembers it.

If she remembers a stroll in Hell with her father a few weeks ago, the ambiance of the street and the conversation they had can be heard quite well!

Though if it's something like when she was first created, then not so much.

Sylvia doesn't really completely remember all of what happened. So when she flashes back to it, the yelling and smashing of objects and all that is quite distorted and garbled.

Think of a radio that can't quite reach a certain frequency. You can kinda hear the music, but it sounds far away and distorted and almost unrecognizable.

Now just think of that, but with yells. Terrifying, genuine rage filled yells.

That's slightly unsettling, isn't it?

Now!! She has good control over one of her powers.

Which happens to be bringing dolls to life, though not in a way she was.

Her dolls stay dolls. Her dolls are unable to talk, but they can make these cute little chirping sounds.

Think of the sound Niffty made when she was first summoned, and that's what Sylvia's dolls sound like.

No one can understand what the dolls are saying with their chirps except Sylvia. And the dolls know this. So with others, they use body language to try and communicate.

Which is quite silly to think about. Tiny little dollies playing charades with someone.

Her dolls also kinda work like voodoo, but on her.

She feels what they do, both physically and mentally.

There are three main dolls that Sylvia use. Evangeline, Marianne and Argos.

All the dolls use it/its pronouns even though they look like and have names that correspond to a certain gender.

Sylvia actually let the dolls decide their names and pronouns.

After all, she decided her own! And that felt kind of nice!

Evangeline was Sylvia's first. First doll she got, first doll that came to life, all that. So Sylvia has a stronger bond with it!

Evangeline is the only one Sylvia can actually "tune" her senses into.

She often sends Evangeline to eavesdrop or spy on others, and when she does, she kinda tunes out of her own mind and into Evangeline's.

Sylvia gains the ability to see and hear EVERYTHING Evangeline does.

Marianne is one of her more cautious dolls. It takes after Sylvia's caring personality, so Sylvia often sends it to check on others and make sure their doing okay.

If someone is going on a walk, Marianne is often perched on their head or resting in their bag.

It gives both Marianne and Sylvia a sense of security. A sense of knowing what's going on.

But if something goes wrong and Marianne feels it, Sylvia does too. The bad part is she doesn't get to see ot hear what's happening.

If Marianne is feeling anxious, Sylvia knows something is wrong and feels almost helpless because she can't do anything at all.

Argos is one of Sylvia's newer dolls, and Sylvia protects it with her life.

Mainly because Argos has only one eye, which makes it harder for the lil cutie to see.

The amount of times it's bumped into walls is concerning.

Argos, though, is extremely smart.

It makes sure to let any of the grown ups know if something happens.

Sylvia mainly sends it to make sure Atlas (@silly-goat-demon) is alright, since he tends to overwork himself.

This was mainly a thing Sylvia wanted to do for her dad.

All three of those dolls represent parts of Sylvia's personality.

Evangeline is Sylvia's inquisitive and curious nature.

Marianne is Sylvia's caring and cautiousness.

Argos is Sylvia's cleverness and more mature nature, even though it's the more recent of the three dolls to come into Sylvia's possession.

Now we get to talk about her demonic form and how it ties in with Alastor, Roman and Derek (because it will tie in)

So when Sylvia experiences any sort of trigger, her fight or flight kicks in big time.

This causes something in her to shift and she turns into a more demonic version of herself.

The demonic version is more impulsive and reckless. She's more aggressive, but it's out of fear.

She's essentially like a scared dog that only bites and attacks because it feels threatened or in danger.

Often times the triggers are any sort of loud noises, or bad nightmares.

She's transformed into this demonic form in public before, and Roman has seen it.

Roman knows she has the ability to hurt if he's able to get a hold of her and use her.

He wants to be able to make her demonic form come out, and use that against Alastor. If he manages to yoink her away from Alastor and purposefully trigger her, he'd be able to cause Alastor pain.

Sylvia is no where near as strong as any demon in Hell, though she can hold her own.

Roman is an asshole. He doesn't care if she's a literal child. He just wants that power Alastor has. If he gets Sylvia, he not only gets to hurt Alastor physically, but also emotionally.

One is more impulsive and reckless when they let their emotions show. Alastor and Sylvia both know this better than anyone, so if and when his daughter gets taken, Roman knows for a fact it'll be a bit easier to get to Alastor.

So yeah that presents a new challenge in this silly little timeline!

Andddd that's it! I plan on using this account more because Sylvia is one of my more unique OCs and I think she's got more to her than I let on. And I know I said I'd reveal this all through asks but I am impatient! I'm also on new ADHD meds today and my thoughts are very organized right now (/gen) so I wanted to get all of this down before I forgot.

That being said this will be linked in the pinned post for anyone who wants to refer to it when asking questions or potentially roleplaying with Sylvia! I hope yall find this useful or interesting!!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #ooc

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manor-tea-time · 2 years ago

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What is your muse’s Fear/Phobias and what would happen if they had to face those fears.

OOOOOOO okokok so there are a lot of random ones actually! Mainly to due with uh *cough cough* Character Trauma/Lore *cough*, but they're hella fun to see on a list here.

Like always cut off cause of the long text ahead lmao.

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Ivy ξ(❁) ⊕) ξ:

Large Crowds

Despite the chaos of her job, her own anxiety and "stage fright" as she sometimes dubs it, keeps her from speaking to too many crowds of people at once. Their eyes staring into her soul always made her nervous she'd drop her "act" as she worked.

What would he do if he had to face this fear?

I’d imagine the manor has helped a bit with this fear as she’s slowly gotten used to larger groups of people. She hopes this sort of technique will help her slowly build up her confidence in speaking in front of an audience when she's outside of the manor.

Fire poker equipment

They had something to do with a fight she had with her benefactor. So now she tends to see all of them as a threat.

What would she do if he had to face this fear?

She refuses to even handle them. Usually, she finds some sort of excuse for someone else to move/use them for her if its needed.

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Wayne (-⊕ ζ ⊕-) < :

The Dark

Before his encounter with Shadowed Man, this fear was much more minuscule, being more of an "I'm scared of what's in the dark than the dark itself" kind of person. Now, however, he fears both. He sees it as a beacon for terrible things.

What would he do if he had to face this fear?

It would be the fastest way to make the man have a panic attack or start sobbing (putting it lightly). Oftentimes, he carries some variation of a lantern with him to avoid this practically anywhere in the manor.

Death/Losing his loved ones again

While, like most people, he fears his own death/possible demise in the future at the hands of The Shadowed Man. After everything Wayne has witnessed, he can't really help but have moments where he fears that any of the people he may have gotten close to could die in front of him. Forcing him to relive one of his worst memories all over again.

What would he do if he had to face this fear?

He's technically faced this fear a few times! The manor in my lore kinda has logic that while you can die in a match/witness someone die in a match, they're simply going to revert into a doll once they bleed out and "respawn" in the manor.

Needless, to say, this has given the poor lamp smith multiple scares over his time at the manor. Not necessarily numbing him to the fear, but definitely making it a 2nd problem to worry about rather than a first one.

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LeRoy 🗝️>(⊗▼⊗´)•ζ:

Large animals (Bear sized and above)

While loving the wilderness and its many creatures, witnessing people be dragged off by a giant bear-like creature does strange things to how one sees large animals. He's somewhat ashamed of this fear, mainly trying to go on with his duties/life like normal but it doesn't help that

What would he do if he had to face this fear?

He technically has! On accident! It was actually how he entered the manor. So I suppose running through a national park/woods in general and trying to hide in an old cabin.

Getting lost and not being able to find his way back.

While more of a thought in the back of his head, there have been times when he'd almost gotten injured or stranded on a trail he didn't recognize in the park he worked at. It makes him a lot more careful now when it comes to exploring and hiking!

What would he do if he had to face this fear?

First, he'd be in denial that he's too lost. Then? He'd most likely panic a bit and try to signal for help somehow.

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Miss Manni (,◡ _ ◡,):

Other people dying

Miss Manni already died. She's come to terms with it multiple times on multiple occasions. Now, her fear of death lies in witnessing the ones she holds close to her die in some way shape, or form.

What would she do if he had to face this fear?

While it's common in matches due to the manor's abilities to respawn survivors, outside of a match she'd most likely be fairly distraught at the prospect. Trying everything she could to keep the dying person alive.

Forgetting who she was

Miss Manni finds that the only piece left of her former self, Miss Sally, is her memories. She fears that if she loses them that she may lose herself entirely. She fears of what may happen if she doesn't have any humanity to tether herself to.

What would she do if he had to face this fear?

It would most likely trigger a spiral of sorts in her. She'd start socializing less, documenting what she could remember, etc. I'm sure at some point she'd find some sort of way to cope or accept the situation, but till that point, it would strike fear within her whole being.

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Eleanor (´⬬_⬬`) < :

Confined Spaces

Eleanor was locked within her family's workshop during her final moments, thus any sort of locked or cramped space makes her feel incredibly uneasy and unsafe.

What would she do if he had to face this fear?

At first, she might not believe she may be fully trapped somewhere if it's just a room. However, as time goes by and foggy memories start to resurface in her mind, she'd most likely go into some sort of frantic frenzy.

Her family taking her away from the manor

Deep down, she fears her mother and father still being out there and looking for her. Waiting to lock her away once more. In her mind, the manor is currently the place that has been the kindest to her, despite her hunter status.

What would she do if he had to face this fear?

There'd be a lot of emotions! Sadness, fear, and overall anger. If Eleanor had a chance to interact with her parents again (them trying to take her away or not), she wishes to make them feel some sort of pain akin to the one she felt for so many years.

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Shadow Man /++ ◡ ++\ :

More powerful beings

One of the few things the Shadowed Man strangely respects are beings that are more powerful than him. After all, why threaten a god or demon when the shadow could very well be snuffed out of existence for doing so?

What would he do if he had to face this fear?

He'd rein even more chaos than before. He might even be able to build himself a kingdom like some strange dnd boss.

Light

One of his main weaknesses! It's often why he gets vessels/puppets to do his work for him to keep himself from fizzling out.

What would he do if he had to face this fear?

He has multiple times! His reactions to being burnt by the light most often tend to change with the way the situation plays out. More notable with Mr. Strickland and one Jamie O'Neil (One ended up being hunted at the manor for sport and the other couldn't escape the darkness in time).

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#identity v #idv ocs #idv oc ask blog #idv askblog #oc #mun babbles #The Costume Maker #The Lampsmith #“Key-Master”#The Living Mannequin #The Automaton #The Shadowed Man #So much angst slipped into this one #Anon Visits

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concrete-the-cat · 1 year ago

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Short one because I don't have time today!! Might do another superhero one later :) @technologyvoid @secondhand-sonder

edit: NOT SHORT I DO NOT HAVE MUC HT TIME LEFT NOT!!! SHORT!!! DAMN IT!!

"But... but why?"

Allison... had not lived a particularly interesting life, by any chance. She wanted to, but the best she'd gotten was Broadway, which wasn't as popular as it once was and she wasn't really a lead at all. She barely remembered exactly how she died; but by looking at herself, she didn't see wrinkly skin. So, either she died still fairly young or the afterlife reverted her. She hoped for the latter, considering that forgetting how she died meant the afterlife at least helped with the pain somehow, but... she felt like she would have had more memories if it had been something related to old age.

In her heart, she knew it was an accident. She hadn't made many connections, so she hoped to- well. Kind of felt ironic to hope to God right now. Regardless. She hoped it wasn't anything violent, like a mugger - she knew that violent crime mostly happened by those the victim knew, and by the fact she didn't know almost anyone... ah. Did it matter now?

The angel fidgeted a bit in response to her question.

"I don't know why you people always ask that... can you just pick...?"

She grinned a bit, a teasing smirk growing on her face. This was something making this holy being - a holy being!! - embarrassed.

"No, I want to know why you can choose. I was devout and this is wrong that just anyone can go anywhere," she said, with a fake frown - playing the part of an ultrareligious person. She was not, of course, she could remember that at least. Actually she could remember every time she'd sinned in great detail. Guess the afterlife mind-editing device did that too. Greaaaaaat.

"You were not devout," said the angel, frowning in response. "You drank, like, after every show you did. Everyone is disappointed in you."

That last line sounded learned and repeated rather than an actual insult.

"Okay, fine, but tell meeeee," she replied.

"..."

For the record; all of those ellipses represented both of them, locked in a staredown until the angel finally relented-

Repented, corrected Allison in her own head with a snicker.

"Okay, look! You guys- you guys strayed way too far!!! We left, for, like, 500 years, which is like a blink of an eye up here, and we go back down and- you know how weird you are? Some of you are just downright freaks! And the wars and genocides! In the name of Him, too!! He got up and handed things off to Uriel and started a whole-ass other universe because you all messed up that much," the angel rambled. "We offer the option to go to Hell because some people like it down there! Who likes being burnt, in pain, and beat for eternity??!! I remember a time Lucifer came up here with a lot, before you could ask, and just said 'take these ones, I literally cannot anymore'!"

"Wait, wait, wait. You're- you're saying- we killed God?"

"No, not really, but-"

She turned to the rest of the stairs and the lines of people on them and jumped in excitedness, shouting -

"WE KILLED GOD, EVERYBODY!!! WOOHOOOOOO!!!!"

"Please stop," said the angel, now somehow red with even more embarrassment than before. "Are you done asking me questions I don't want to answer...?"

She put a hand to her chin in an overdramatized thinking pose.

"Hmmmm... hrmmm. hrmmmm. Hmmmmrmrmrmrmrmrrmmm."

The angel looked - very unamused by this.

"... Can I go back?"

"Oh, you little- of course you're one of those too! No! I can send you to the reincarnation guy, I guess, it's become a mashup of religions and afterlifes up here, but you can't be the same person. Got it?"

"Suuuuuuuuuuuure," she said, trying to put as much genuinity into her voice as possible.

"You're lying. You- we can tell you're lying. Whatever, you're holding up the line, lady. Up the stairs, to the right, medieval village, last stall. Go bother someone else."

Allison skipped away and barely looked at the pearly gates, the buildings, and simply followed instructions. Another set of gates and the world changed; it looked... peaceful. And old. Houses lined a cobblestone street within a small forest village, and what looked like a poor mimicry of the night sky glimmered above - a glimpse of home again. In the short distance, stalls replaced houses, as if a medieval market; each one with a different colored tarp covering it but not good. The last one, at the end of the road - oh, so that's the point she was supposed to get, the end of the road, clever to be honest - was yellow and seemed to have what looked like an oddly colored orb as if one used by those psychics inside.

Though... this actually looked like it had power instead of being a parlor trick. It looked pretty, with stars and what seemed like galaxies floating inside it.

As she approached and put her arms on the stall, looking for a bell to ring annoyingly, an ethereal voice floated around her. Or maybe whatever this entity was was just invisible.

"You again," it said with the voice of an older, wise man. "... the last time you were here; you asked to be a star. Of course I cannot grant such things, you know. I can set you on a path, open up the opportunities, but you must make the dream happen yourself."

"The... last time I was here?" she said, confused.

"Oh, yes... not once has your soul even taken a moment in Heaven or Hell. You've only ever skipped along to me and asked for an experience..."

"Wait, so, what do you... do here? The angel said reincarnation, not... an experience."

"Life, life is the experience, young one... You tell me who you want to be, what your personality will be, what your dreams will be - as I said, I will open up the paths to greatness but you must seize them - and depending on how many times you've attempted the same thing and how great and famous you wish to become, I will ask you to pick from a certain amount of challenges, as well..."

"... I still feel like myself. I mean, like Allison. If I've chosen my personality every time; why am I still... me?"

"Normally you begin to feel more like a soul over time... begin to remember other lives... however, this 'Allison Fenwick'... was fairly close to who you really are. That is why you are not drastically different. I must warn you, you have tried to be a star many times, and so the challenges mounted... your mother died early on, you would be hit by a car and immobilized for a year, at least two of your relationships would go wrong... amongst other small ones..."

"... I chose those things...? It doesn't matter! The more choices I made the more interesting I was, the more stories I had to tell. I'm the most- Allison... Allison was the best one so far, even so."

"I'm happy you had a good time... now... who do you want to be?"

"... Her. I'm not done. I'm not. Send me back," she demanded.

"You do this every time. And every time I want to, truly. But time moves fast, young one. You are likely in a casket at your funeral by now. Do you realize how frightening that would be?"

"I don't care. Be a funny story when I actually die of old age. I liked- I liked the life I was in. I'm not done," 'Allison' insisted.

"And... and you were shot," said the voice. "I'm sorry... if I sent you back you'd be in excruciating pain... you'd likely die again in hours if not minutes if not given to a medical professional immediately after..."

"Wha- shot? But- but-"

"..."

"You know what? It doesn't matter! It doesn't! Send me back! I'll suffer through it! If I die again, I'll just come back!" she yelled, agitated

"... You have asked this over centuries of time... ah... I suppose... I can try..."

"Good, I- o-oh.. agh, I'm starting to feel dizzy, what... what are you... blagh... y-you b-b-b..."

The smell of wood surrounded her, and dull voices. Dust filled her lungs as she took a deep breath.

"... celebrating the lives of Allison Fenwick and Bethany Keys, two great souls unfortunately taken from us by a home robber just as they began to get the recognition they so dearly deserved. May we pray to God that their killer will be brought to justice, and furthermore that their ancestors and Heaven treats them like the angels on earth they were..."

What the hell?

She reached up, tapping the wood she was apparently encased in, and remembered the words of that voice.

'You're likely in a coffin by now'.

And after that realization-

Hey, didn't they say there'd be-

And like a cramp one would get from stretching in the morning, but 200x times worse, in her stomach...

A bloodcurdling scream, to all the others in the funeral home, was released from the coffin.

"OH GOD, OH GOD IT HURTS- HELP- HELP ME! I'M AWAKE! I'M ALIVE IN HERE! HELP- HELP ME!"

As she breathed in fresh air only a few moments after, and viewed the faces of her bewildered families, her voice suddenly darkened despite the pain, picked out on man in the audience.

"You. I remember you. What did you do to me?"

“Welcome to the afterlife. Do you want to go to Heaven or Hell?” “Wait, you’re asking me where I want to go? You don’t decide it based on how I lived my life or anything?” “Nope, it’s entirely your choice.”

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writeblr #writing inspiration #yeah so remember how her relationships went bad #that's her ex #she went and began a relationship with Bethany #but her ex broke in and killed them both #or so he thought #it was staged so perfectly they thought it was a home invasion #bethany has the same spirit she's going to wake up too #my characters never fucking die and you should know that by now

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eyitzme · 4 months ago

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pix's masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! Through the links, you’ll find my fics easier through the mess of my posts. These are organized by fandoms in order of my earliest fic posted here to the latest. Note that all of my works aren’t just posted on Tumblr. If you see that someone with the username “eyitzme” has posted any of the works here on Wattpad and/or on AO3, that’s me! If it’s posted anywhere else or on either of the previously mentioned websites with a different name, that isn’t me and has been stolen. Please don’t repost my work without permission from me!

super danganronpa another 2

> Sundays are for Us (Setsukei) Summary: Nikei Yomiuri's favourite day of the week is Sunday. There isn't a special reason for this other than because that's the day Setsuka Chiebukuro visits him just to talk about how her week went. Word Count: 2,347

> To Avoid Certain Doom Summary: The K-pop company Utsuroshima doesn't know what to do with their remaining trainees, Mikado Sannoji, Hajime Makunouchi, Emma Magorobi, Iroha Nijiue, and Nikei Yomiuri. In the end, it's been decided to debut them into a new idol group called Void. Typically, K-pop groups don't have members with different accents, different body types, different heights… Oh, and don't even get started on how it consists of three boys and two girls. Although, in all fairness, the members in Void are the best Utsuroshima has. Utsuroshima's CEO Utsuro and Void's manager Akane Taira don't have other trainees lined up and ready to debut or anything. And, hey, maybe Void will be successful. If they ended up being the final five, they have to be good, right? Even if they're not good, they won't be too bad—hopefully. Word Count: 1,224 Warnings: SDRA2 spoilers. This is a preview to a longfic that can be read on AO3 and Wattpad. If you want to read it on Tumblr, just ask me to post the next part, but note that you'll have to keep asking me for the next parts after that.

dangronpa: despair time

> Sweetest Thing (Xanrei) Summary: Xander Matthews is so nice to Arei Nageishi! It's obvious that he should be since he's her boyfriend, duh, but the way he's this nice to her because he wants to be makes her start thinking about their relationship differently. Word Count: 2,758

> The Road in the Night (Xanrei) Summary: Xander Matthews and Arei Nageishi are trying to get home after spending the day with their classmates. Traffic, rain, and construction go against their wishes, and they're not making it home until a few more hours. Xander can deal with it, but when Arei's phone dies and she can't listen to music anymore, a conversation starts between them. It's not that bad. Word Count: 3,401

> Clear Date (Xanrei) Summary: Whit Young wants to set Xander Matthews up on a blind date with his friend. It sounds like fun, so Xander agrees…until he finds out on accident that Whit's friend and his blind date is Arei Nageishi. He cannot go on a date with her and now has to get his classmates to try to help him get out of this date! Word Count: 11,429

> Money (Xanrei) Lyrics that Inspired It: Before I die, I’d like to do something nice. Take my hand, and I’ll take you for a ride. You hit me yesterday because I made you cry, so before we die, I’d like to do something nice. Word Count: 1,911 Warnings: Chapter 1: Legends Never Die spoilers

> Studies (Edenmin) Summary: Eden Tobisa needs help studying for a test coming up, so she goes to her girlfriend, Min Jeung, for help. Word Count: 746

> Princess's Orders (Xanrei) Summary: Having personal guards is so annoying, but since Xander Matthews is the only one protecting her at night, Arei Nageishi can tolerate it. Word Count: 2,521 Warning: Arei's backstory spoilers

> Torn Pages Summary: You can tear a page out of a book for countless reasons. The book can have things you don't want to read about, things you don't want others to know, or you simply felt like ripping it out. Whatever the case is, it's impossible to act like the pages were never there. No matter what, there will always be something to prove to you that there are pages missing, and the chances are that you'll know exactly why they're missing. Or, Ace Markey thinks about moments in his life relating to his childhood best friend, Min Jeung. Word Count: 427 Warning: This is a preview to a short multi-chaptered fic that can be read on AO3 and Wattpad. If you want to read it on Tumblr, just ask me to post the next part, but note that you'll have to keep asking me for the next parts after that.

That’s all I have on Tumblr! Find me on Wattpad and AO3 to see more fics by me!

#masterlist #fanfic #fanfiction

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quoteablebooks · 1 year ago

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Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

Rating: 0 out of 5

Content Warning: Ableism, Child death, Death, Death of parent, Alcoholism, Cursing, Bullying, Suicidal thoughts, Torture

Summary:

The first book in Alyson Noël's extraordinary new Immortals series. Enter an enchanting new world, where true love never dies...

After a horrible accident claims the lives of her family, sixteen-year-old Ever Bloom can see people's auras, hear their thoughts, and know someone's entire life story by touching them. Going out of her way to avoid human contact to suppress her abilities, she has been branded a freak at her new high school—but everything changes when she meets Damen Auguste.

Damen is gorgeous, exotic and wealthy. He's the only one who can silence the noise and random energy in her head—wielding a magic so intense, it's as though he can peer straight into her soul. As Ever is drawn deeper into his enticing world of secrets and mystery, she's left with more questions than answers. And she has no idea just who he really is—or what he is. The only thing she knows to be true is that she's falling deeply and helplessly in love with him.

*Opinions*

TL;DR - The villain should have killed both main characters and put us all out of our misery

Hello friends and enemies, we are gathered here today to talk about a book that I did not enjoy and probably has the most annoying characters I have read to date. The plot was nonsense, the characters were annoying, and somehow a book that was just over 300 pages was about 300 pages too long. The fact that there are six books in this series is truly baffling to me as I don’t understand how anyone cared about these characters enough to get through this novel let alone five more. My completeist brain is truly thrilled that I cannot easily find the rest to read for free anywhere so I can drop this book in a free little library and never have to think about it again.

I do want to provide one positive before I get into everything else I didn’t like about this novel. I appreciated the portrayal of Sabine and how kind she is to Ever, who is consistently a horrible person to her and everyone else. Sabine lost her twin brother, dropped everything, and moved so that she could take care of her niece who is now her ward. Sabine is nothing but patient and kind to Ever, a teenager who is constantly not talking to her, being mean, or getting expelled from school. Sabine is the true hero of this book for not smacking Ever into next week on a couple of occasions. I too would be working all the time if I had to live with Ever constantly being cagy, lying, and straight up ignoring her. Ava is also kind to Ever when she has no reason to be, so the adult women in this novel, for the small amount are present, have the patience of saints.

Ever is one of the most annoying main characters that I have ever had the displeasure of being in the head of. She is so self-centered and not in an “I am a teenager who is going through some horrible and confusing things” but in an “I care about no one and nothing but myself and I never let anyone complete a thought because I don’t want to hear it, even though I am psychic and read minds.” She is a horrible friend, an extremely clingy and toxic girlfriend, and almost too dumb to live. Ever doesn’t figure out anything that is happening on her own, she doesn’t do a single thing herself throughout this novel except breaking into her boyfriend’s house because…she’s mad he left after spending almost two whole days with her. She says that she doesn’t want her ghost little sister to cross over, yet is absolutely horrible to her every time she is present, is a shitty friend, and is just an overall bad person. When people do try to explain things to Ever, she gets pissed off and tells them to go away or says horrible things, but then is confused why people aren’t talking or lying to her.

The sad thing is that this could have been a powerful story about grief and dealing with the loss of family, but Ever never thinks about her parents except how she can’t see them, and only thinks about what her sister lost when it is convenient for her. She states constantly that her psychic powers are because she is being punished for the accident, but once Daimen is on the scene, she barely thinks about the family she lost or the life she no longer has. Instead of making Ever a complex character who is managing huge life changes and loss, she seems like a self-absorbed narcissist who is only upset that her parents are dead because the accident changed her from the most popular cheerleader into a “freak”. It is all so shallow that I have no sympathy for her. Then her two-day descent into alcoholism? I can’t even get into that.

Daimen is the king of gaslighting and every time he did something that was supposed to be romantic I rolled my eyes so hard I almost strained something. Daimen, a six hundred-year-old man, is obsessed with a seventeen-year-old. Usually, these types of age gaps don’t bother me in high fantasy novels, but in an urban fantasy in which Daimen is constantly dropping hints that he is so much more knowledgeable and sophisticated than Ever, it just felt weird. Sometimes I heard the start of the SVU theme song. He is also constantly using his type of magic in front of her and then denying that he is, making her feel as if she is losing her mind. A mind that he can read at times and knows how distressed he is making her, yet instead of trying to find a way to explain he continues to play mind games. He apparently loves her so much that he has searched for her in multiple lifetimes, but he also somehow never figures out that it is Darina who continually kills her. Even though Darina shows up every time she dies they get back together. This is a man who supposedly discovered the truth about immortality and he can’t see the two plus two make four? However, I completely lost it when Ever was upset and crying and his response, get on top of her and start trying to sleep with her. I hate him.

Let’s also take a little detour and talk about the fact that Darina made a point of telling Ever that she died a virgin in every lifetime she has had since meeting Daimen. Now, I have no intention of reading on in this series unless someone pays me money, but I can predict that when Ever and Daimen actually do sleep together there is going to be a whole thing of being her one and only partner, her first and only love, she is happy she saved her soul for him, etc. and I would have to throw up before continuing.

Darina is the most cardboard-cut-out villain I might have ever read. She is the stunningly beautiful woman that Daimen is with that gives off creepy vibes. That is the only reason why Ever hates her to begin with. Then she gets close to Haven for the sole purpose of killing her to upset Ever and make her feel like she is alone so she’ll just die when Darina finally decides to attack her all because she is in love with Daimen for some reason. Darina, who proves at the end of the book that she could have killed Ever at any moment, but just decides to play games because…plot? Then, after 600 years, she is easily confused and killed without much of a fight. While I wanted her to succeed because I hated Daimen and Ever and wanted them to stop existing, she didn’t have enough of a personality to really care about her one way or another.

Ever’s “friends”, and I use the word loosely, are stereotypes and also kind of the worst people. Miles is the less offensive of the two, he is just obsessed with his boyfriends to the point that he ignores his friends, but he at least says something when both Ever and Haven are being the worst. Haven, however, fucking sucks. Everything had to be about her and she called ‘dibs’ on a man and gets pissed when he isn’t interested in her but her friend. Remember, these people are Juniors in high school, and they are calling dibs on a real-life person. The whole bit where she joins anonymous groups and lies about having addictions or other problems because she is ignored at home is just wrong on so many levels. Then, Haven goes missing for days after another woman is murdered, and Ever is so self-obsessed she doesn’t even care, but is so extremely happy when she reappears alive. This whole town should have just been crushed by a meteor.

A major part of the plot, in which there almost isn’t any mind you, is that Ever feels as if she needs to punish herself because she believes that it is her fault that her family got into a car accident that killed them. There is this whole thread about how she has to forgive herself for the accident and thinking that she caused it, with multiple other characters explicitly saying this to her. In the final scene of the novel Daimen states that love heals and she finally forgave herself so the scar on her forehead is gone. Except, Ever never forgave herself because she found out that Darina caused the accident for the sole purpose of killing Ever. It was all just so frustrating. Ever doesn’t figure out anything on her own, Darina tells her in her evil monologue. Yet we are supposed to get this whole takeaway about love and forgiveness after Ever turns Darina to dust by accident. When Daimen started explaining that Ever hit Darina in her weakest chakra and that’s why she died I would have put down the book if I wasn’t so close to the end. Please, give me a fucking break. There had not been a single mention of chakras before this scene, not one. Also, the only other plot point besides Ever hating herself was figuring out why Daimen was acting so weird, that’s it.

I could go on for another five pages of everything I hated about this, but it would just make me angry. I would give this zero stars if that was a possibility. Save yourself the time and money and read literally anything else.

#Evermore #The Immortals Series #Alyson Noel #0 out of 5 Star #book review #booklr

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dancingbabya · 1 year ago

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I made a post on how I think Superman, Clark Kent, would enjoy tea over coffee. And that got me thinking on other things.

Point 1) Clark knows the times and dates of every flea market and farmers market in and around Metropolis!

Why? He grew up on a farm and I feel like he’d be more then welcome to the idea of supporting farms in the area where he lives to fill in for anything his parents can’t send to him. There are all those pesky restrictions on what you can and can’t send through the mail.

Point 2) I dunno why but I feel like Clark would change accents when he gets upset.

Now let’s think about this. On tiktok Pandared mentioned the new Jersey accent for those that live in Gotham. Because that’s where canonically Gotham city is located. So if that’s the case then Metropolis is in New York. We as people would adapt to where we live and sometimes that is displayed in our speech. So after some time Clark would pick up a kind of New York accent, but if you can get him mad enough you will not understand what he is saying because he’s speaking so fast on top of the southern accent that would come out.

I’m actually surprised by how much I’m focusing on Superman considering my interest for the past seven or six years has solely been batman and anything I could find on him.

Can I just say it’s bullshit that they don’t have like their localized accents. I’m guessing it’s because the fictional cities in the DC universe are supposed to be Anywhere-ity USA, which is just bullshit.

Cause like a lot of people have come to the conclusion that. Metropolis is in New York, Gotham is in New Jersey, Starling city and Jump city are in California (jump city specifically because the other tower was referred to as titans East, you cannot change my mind unless you would like to point me to a place where it says otherwise), Central City is in the mid west (I have the exact location written somewhere but I really should type it.) and so on and so forth.

But it would be more realistic for them to have localized accents.

Also I die on the hill that is Bruce wouldn’t have a concrete accent he’d have a hint of one he would probably have mimicked certain phrases that Alfred said when he was child because children do that, they slip out from time to time. Because the general time that would have for kids to pick up an accent starts from when they’re a child learning how to speak, you can learn accents, but Bruce’s parents died when he was around ten years old his accent was already set.

Concerning the other kids I agree: Jason, Tim, Duke, and Steph as Gothimites should absolutely have a New Jersey accent. They grow up in that city.

Point 3) circling back to Clark’s parents, can you imagine an alien baby who doesn’t know how to regulate his strength? Because I feel like everyone would be worried about getting hurt by Clark.

Clark has such a happy backstory –I know being raised by someone a different species than you after your home planet was destroyed isn’t happy but bear with me– unlike some of the super heroes Clark was probably the one raised with the most love and kindness. Not that he would ever realize that somethings different about him the Kent’s tell him that they found him and didn’t give birth to him, but in every iteration I’ve seen so far he kind of accepts it. But here’s the thing that is bothering me how did Clark learn to regulate his strength as not to cause harm to the humans around him?

Did they have an accidents with him accidentally using his powers or did he learn them all on accident?

I feel like Clark would try to help his ma in the kitchen and accidentally cut his hand and the knife breaks instead of his skin, because duh, and his ma is trying to figure out how to come figure out the best way to explain this to her child.

What if he accidentally messed up a field because he sent the crops into early winter with his frost breath?

I find all these questions to be super important for know reason than I’m curious what everyone else thinks is the answer. I don’t want to hear “it’s his child hood we don’t care about that”

Because I think the funniest story about batman was that he holds a grudge against Alfred for getting him the wrong sword for his birthday one year. The reason was because at the time Bruce was too small to receive the one he wanted, he still got a sword for his birthday it was just slightly smaller and better for his stature at the time.

Next concerning Superman’s kids. Disagree with me if you want but I think that he would just end up with the two boys. Like the Superman family thing… yeah you have Kara and that’s pretty much it because you know the planet was wiped out. The only way is accept any other Kryptonians existing would be tears in the space time continuum. Because story wise it wouldn’t make any sense unless there were Kryptonians on other planets which would be a viable point, but in every show or movie so far that hasn’t been suggested or recognized.

That’s it for now.

#just rambling #dc superman #a bit of Batman #Superman #just thinking and speaking #if this one gets more attention I’d be sad #I don’t usually go off on my thoughts about superhero stuff because I don’t know if I’m allowed m

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casspurrjoybell-25 · 1 year ago

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ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS - Chapter 24

*Warning: Adult Content*

When he and Jayce got to town, he had to find a parking spot further away than normal.

It was crowded and the amount of people made him even more nervous.

The main street was filled with families, the kids bundled up to stay warm in the snow as they ran around or tugged their parents towards the candy shop.

It was an overcast day,but the Christmas decorations and lights strung up on the storefronts made everything look warm and inviting.

Dylan took a few deep breaths and told himself that it would be worth it to see Jayce happy, even if he wanted to be anywhere but here.

As they stepped onto the main street, the stares began.

He could feel everyone's eyes on him and he tugged his scarf up to try to hide more of the scar on his face.

The only thing that calmed him was feeling Jayce take his hand and when he looked over at him, Jayce was smiling up at him.

"Let's get some hot chocolate. I could use something to keep my other hand warm while we walk around."

"Sure. Is your face warm enough?"

Jayce nodded.

"The scarf you made is perfect."

He thought Jayce looked cute in his navy blue pea coat with the red scarf tucked in around his neck.

For a moment, he wished things were different and that he could kiss Jayce right here in the middle of the street.

His fear kept him from doing anything but holding Jayce's hand and the only reason he was comfortable with that was because he knew everyone would be too busy staring at his face to look at their hands.

The crowd was thickest near the candy shop, so he filed in behind Jayce and stuck as close as he could.

He tried to avoid meeting anyone's eyes but a man next to him bumped into his shoulder hard.

Too hard to be an accident.

"What are you doing here?" the man asked, his words sharp. "We don't want you around our kids."

Before he could say anything, Jayce stopped in his tracks and turned.

"He's with me. We're enjoying the lights like everyone else."

The man scoffed.

"You might wanna rethink that. This creep kept a hiker locked up in a cabin in the middle of the mountains."

Jayce glared at the man.

"I'm the missing backpacker who was in Dylan's cabin. I don't know who the hell is spreading weird rumors that he kidnapped me but it couldn't be further from the truth."

His voice was getting louder as he spoke, starting to draw the attention of everyone around them.

Dylan wanted to bolt but Jayce had a tight grip on his hand.

"Dylan saved my life," Jayce continued. "I would have died from hypothermia if he hadn't found me in the snow and taken me back to his cabin. He took care of me and shared his food with me. I wasn't locked up. He taught me how to snowshoe and then led me out of the mountains and drove me back to town. He's an incredibly kind man and I came all the way back here from Seattle because I want to spend Christmas with him. I'm lucky to have him in my life. All of you should be ashamed of yourselves for judging Dylan without getting to know him and for treating him the way you have."

The man suddenly wouldn't look at them.

His eyes were focused on the ground and he turned and abruptly walked away without a word.

Dylan was afraid of what would happen next as he heard the whispers and murmurs start back up.

When he gathered the courage to glance up at the people around them, they were still staring at him but he noticed their stares were less wary now and more curious instead.

Still holding tightly to his hand, Jayce began to lead him through the crowd to the entrance of the candy shop.

A thin, older woman with white hair approached, stepping into their path.

She was looking right at him.

"Hello, dear," she said, giving him a smile. "I've seen you around and I'm afraid I did just what your friend said. I made judgments about you without ever speaking to you. I'm sorry for that."

She held out two candy canes.

"I hope you enjoy the celebration. Carolers will be coming through in about an hour."

Dylan was lost for words.

He gently took the candy canes and when Jayce squeezed his hand, he remembered what Jayce had said before about being friendlier.

"Thank you," he told the woman.

He gave her his best attempt at a smile.

"Have a Merry Christmas."

As she walked away, Jayce beamed up at him.

"See? They're already warming up to you."

"That's mostly because of what you said back there."

"It's all true. Let them spread the rumor about what actually happened."

They stepped into the candy shop and Jayce was immediately distracted by the plethora of candy in buckets along one wall.

He let go of Dylan's hand and made a beeline for the candy.

Rather than follow Jayce, Dylan got the attention of a young woman working behind the counter.

"I'm looking for a Christmas gift for someone. Anything you'd recommend?" he asked her.

"What do they like? Any particular type of chocolate or candy?"

"Well, he likes anything sweet but he does drink a lot of hot chocolate."

She turned and pulled something from a shelf behind her.

"We have these sets of gourmet hot chocolate. Milk chocolate, dark chocolate, salted caramel, peppermint infused, maple, mint, white chocolate and it's even got a spicy one."

"Yeah, that sounds perfect. I'll take that."

He paid extra for her to gift wrap it and then he bought a few types of fudge and chocolate covered treats so he'd have an excuse when Jayce asked him what was in the bag he was carrying.

He wandered over to Jayce, who already had handfuls of candy bars and a bag of taffy picked out.

"What'd you get?" Jayce asked him, eyeing the bag.

"Some fudge. And something called a rocky road cluster."

"That sounds amazing," Jayce said, his eyes lighting up. "There's so much in here I want to try."

"Take your time. I can hold onto what you've already picked out while you keep looking."

Despite his fears about coming into town and being around a lot of people, he was glad he had made the decision to push himself.

Seeing Jayce's smile and excitement over the candy and chocolate made it all worth it.

Jayce's happiness would be what he'd focus on the next time he had to do something out of his comfort zone.

After Jayce bought everything he wanted and they left the candy shop, Dylan took their bags to the truck while Jayce checked out a few more of the small stores lining the main street.

Part of that was for the convenience of not having to carry their bags everywhere with them but part of it was an excuse for Dylan to have a break from all the people.

He was grateful that Jayce recognized his need for time and space alone sometimes, and that the progress he was making with crowds would be slow.

He wasn't going to be at ease around people overnight.

He met back up with Jayce to watch the carolers make their way down the street, and he was brave enough to stand behind Jayce and wrap his arms around him to help keep Jayce warm.

People may have been looking at them but he kept his attention on Jayce.

The daylight was fading fast and the Christmas lights were glowing brighter against the darkening sky.

Snow began to fall softly, and even Dylan had to admit that it made the entire experience magical.

Families with children began to make their way back home, leaving only a few groups of teenagers and a handful of couples walking slowly along the main street.

Jayce took his hand and they began to stroll along, gazing at the Christmas lights and pausing every now and then so Jayce could take pictures of the lights and the snow.

"This is so romantic," Jayce murmured. "A night like this is the perfect setting to fall in love."

Dylan squeezed Jayce's hand, gently pulling him to a stop on the sidewalk.

His heart began racing and he could feel the heat on his cheeks as he gathered the courage to say what had been turning over and over in his head since the moment Jayce showed up at his door.

If there was any time to confess what he was feeling, it was now.

Everything about it terrified him and made him want to run, but knew he had to take the leap.

"I'm already in love with you."

Jayce's expression softened before a smile broke out on his face.

"Oh, Dylan, I love you too," he said, stepping close and putting his arms around the back of Dylan's neck before reaching up to kiss him.

Those were the best four words Dylan had ever heard.

He never thought anyone would love him back but Jayce had said it so easily and effortlessly, as if it were something he should have known already.

He wrapped his arms around Jayce's lower back and kissed him as the snow fell around them.

Jayce's lips were soft and warm and Dylan forgot all about the cold and that they were standing in the middle of town where anyone could see them.

All that existed for him in this moment was Jayce.

Sweet, wonderful Jayce who loved him back.

He wished he could freeze time and stay in this moment forever but he felt Jayce shiver in his arms.

He broke the kiss and wrapped Jayce up tighter in his arms, tugging Jayce's scarf up higher around his face.

"We can continue this inside, in front of a fire," he told Jayce.

"Good idea. Let's go home," Jayce replied, smiling up at him.

He took Dylan's hand and led the way back to the truck.

At the cabin, Jayce started a fire in the fireplace while Dylan went to get Pumpkin.

He felt bad for leaving the kitten at home for hours but she was curled up in the cat bed Jayce had bought.

He remembered Jayce telling him that kittens slept a lot.

Pumpkin opened her eyes when he knelt down on the floor and as soon as he gently stroked her head, she started purring.

"You ready for dinner?" he asked.

He picked her up and brought her out of the bathroom, grabbing her bed and putting it in the living room before placing her on the floor.

Jayce immediately went to her, petting her and making cute noises at her.

Dylan put fresh water in her bowl and filled the other one with a can of the wet cat food.

He hoped dinner would keep her occupied while he spent time with Jayce.

He and Jayce heated up some leftover food and sat on the couch in front of the fire to eat.

Jayce curled up against his side and chattered about what they'd seen in town.

With anyone else, constant talking would have annoyed him but he felt content letting the sound of Jayce's voice wash over him.

It had become a comforting thing over the past couple months.

For a while it was peaceful as they basked in the warmth of the fire and the glow of the lights on the Christmas tree.

His cabin finally felt like a real home, complete with Christmas decorations and gifts under the tree, a wonderful man by his side and an adorable kitten wandering around the living room.

He wanted to stay right where he was but Jayce was starting to yawn and he noticed Pumpkin batting at one of the Christmas ornaments that was lower on the tree.

He whistled to get Pumpkin's attention and then shook his head.

"I'm going to have to cat-proof my cabin, aren't I?"

Jayce laughed.

"Yeah, you might. Christmas trees are a huge temptation for cats, so we should probably move some of the ornaments higher on the tree. Although, that could make her climb the tree to get at them."

Dylan sighed.

"What have I gotten myself into?" he muttered.

Grinning, Jayce got up off the couch and picked up Pumpkin.

"She's too cute to be mad at," he said, stroking her back. "But we'll have to keep her in the bedroom with us at night until she's older and will leave things alone."

Dylan didn't say anything but deep down he had to admit to himself that he would have brought Pumpkin into the bedroom anyway.

He didn't want to leave her downstairs, all alone, especially after she lost her mother.

He moved Pumpkin's stuff upstairs and put the cat bed over near the wall opposite his own bed.

To make sure she stayed warm, he got one of his older scarfs out of the closet.

When Jayce placed her in the cat bed, Dylan tucked the scarf around her and scratched behind her ears.

She was purring again by the time he got to his feet and walked over to his own bed to join Jayce.

"I'm excited for you to open your gifts tomorrow," Jayce told him.

"You shouldn't have bought me anything. Having you here is enough."

Jayce scooted over, snuggling into his side.

"I'm happy to be here."

He began running his fingers through Jayce's hair and only a minute had passed when he heard the tiniest meow.

He lifted his head to glance at Pumpkin's bed but instead of being curled up in it, Pumpkin was standing beside their bed looking up at him.

"Absolutely not," Dylan said. "You have your own bed."

He shifted onto his side and faced Jayce, intent on ignoring Pumpkin but she continued with her tiny meows.

Jayce was laughing silently, as if he knew that Dylan was going to give in.

"She can't be up here with us. What if I roll over and crush her?" he said to Jayce. "It's for her own good."

Jayce said nothing and continued smiling.

Pumpkin made a trilling sound and Dylan put his hands over his face and groaned.

"Fine."

He reached down and lifted Pumpkin with one hand. "You have to stay up here by my head," he told her.

After petting her a few times and scratching under her chin, he set her on his pillow before laying back down.

Fortunately, she curled up against the top of his head.

Jayce gave him a quick kiss before laying his head on Dylan's chest and wrapping an arm around him.

For a moment, Dylan was afraid to breathe.

He couldn't believe he was surrounded by not just one but two others who loved him.

He felt like if he moved or even blinked, it could all disappear.

Jayce gently drew circles on Dylan's chest with his fingers.

"This was a perfect day. Finding Pumpkin, seeing all the lights in town and people changing their minds about you and you telling me you love me. It's the best Christmas Eve I've ever had."

Dylan finally dared to breathe.

"It's the best I've ever had too, obviously."

He felt Jayce yawn and knew he wouldn't be awake much longer.

"You should make a Christmas wish before you fall asleep," Jayce murmured. "It's something my family did when my brother and I were kids."

"Okay."

He pulled Jayce closer and kissed the top of his head.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Jayce whispered back.

As Dylan closed his eyes, he knew exactly what to wish for.

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