#and it's been too long i really want to get this out before chaos theory comes out

[campbenji]

ok you know what i need the motivation. if this post gets 300 notes before january 31st then i'll be legally obligated to post my bowman brothers fic before febraury ends.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Night 82: Practice 

words: 2193

rating: E

pairing: Gale x Tav

summary: Gale's first day at Blackstaff Academy was fast approaching, so he and Tav decide to practice with a little student/teacher role play

tags: heterosexual sex (m/f), roleplay, student/teacher roleplay, all members are of age, use of magic, fingering, cunnilingus, rough sex, bend-me-over-the-desk-daddy, Gale is a nervous nelly.

Ao3 - 1000 Night Series

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His first day at Blackstaff Academy was fast approaching, and Gale didn’t think he had been this anxious since it was his last first day as a student.

Being offered a teaching position at his alma mater was a dream come true. To be so respected for his magical abilities to instruct others, and perhaps caution them through his follies, was something Gale didn’t realize he wanted so much until he got it. He wanted to make a good first impression. To that end, he was running himself in circles trying to get everything just right. Churning his stomachs into knots in the process.

“I really think it’s going to be fine Gale.” Tav told him, from her safe place on the couch amongst his chaos, trying to soothe him.

“But if I can’t find this damned book then my lesson won’t make any sense!” He insisted.

“Are you going to read the whole book to the class on the first day?”

“Well…no.”

“Are you going to assign them to read it on the first day?”

“Gods no. The text in this book are far too advanced for novice apprentices to even comprehend, much less replicate.”

“Then why do you need it?”

Gale stopped his rummaging. Realizing in his wife’s perfectly boiled down words that she was right. He sighed. “I just…I want to make a good impression on the students…”

“You’re Gale Dekarios,” Tav told him, as if he had forgotten, “formally Gale of Waterdeep, Mystra’s Chosen, and one of the saviors of Faerun. I think the impression has already been made.”

Gale chuckled once. Leave it to Tav to give him a boost of confidence, should his coffers ever run low. “Yes, well, now I want to add ‘teacher extraordinary’ to my apparently long resume.” He came over to sit next to Tav on her couch; in what little space was left to her. “I’ve just never taught anyone before. What if I’m not any good at it?”

“You taught me.” Tav reminded him. The two of them both mentally drifting back to that night in the woods where they shared a moment of magic, connecting with the Weave.

“That is different. A simple incantation done by practiced, beautiful hands.” He told her. “But teaching wizards who wish to master the Weave, to be the foundation on which they build their temple of study, it’s a lot of pressure. If I fail at a spell or incantation, I have nothing to show for it except a sore head and perhaps a few singed eyebrows, but if I fail them….”

“Why don’t we practice?” Tav suggested suddenly.

“Practice?” Gale repeated curiously. As if even that simple concept was lost to him (his students were truly doomed).

“Yeah! Practice! You go through your whole first day lesson and I shall play the part of your eager, attentive student.”

Gale laughed. He had to admit, an eager & attentive Tav was something that was conjuring images not fit for a classroom, but her concept was sound in theory. “Alright. Let’s give it a whirl. But if we’re going to do this,” Gale waved his hand and in a blink, they were no longer standing in their living room but a memory of his own former classroom, “let’s do it right.”

Tav beamed and looked around the illusionary room in awe. Gale wondering if it was the visions of room or the details of his illusion that had her undivided attention. He’d have to show her one day. Walk her around the school. Show her the gardens. Where he used to hide out from the headmaster when he was in trouble. His classroom both then and now. He couldn’t wait.

“First things first, my students will always have to show up to class in proper uniform attire.” He snapped his fingers and Tav flinched as her outfit changed from her common clothes into Blackstaff Academy robes. Making her giggle.

“Of course, Professor.” Gale felt his back go a little straighter when she said that.

He watched as she went over to one of the desks and sat in the front row. Bright eyes. Bright smile. Chin in her hands as the picture of enthusiasm, and the perfect distraction. “Alright, teach me Professor Dekarios.”

Oh…this may have been a bad idea….

For all his wayward thoughts, not fit for a member of the illustrious Blackstaff Academy, Gale felt he did very well for a practice run. Tav took her role very seriously. She paid attention. She asked questions. Hells she even took notes. If he didn’t think about the fact that she was his wife and they were actually standing in their living room for a moment, he would have truly believed that all of this was real.

“So, how did I do?”

“You did wonderfully. Your other students are going to love you.”

Gale smiled softly at Tav, now that they were standing together in classroom like any other post lecture chit-chat, and tucked her hair behind her ear. “You’ll always be my favorite student though.”

“Oh really?” That grin that Gale knew all too well coiled its way on to Tav’s lips. She took a step closer. Leaning her weight forward into his personal space while her hands just barely rested on his hips. “Do favorite students get preferential treatment?”

“They certainly do.” His own hands reach out for her. Closing the gap between them as he stared into her eyes. “If they’re good.”

“Oh, I’m a very good girl.” A whine bubbled up Gale’s throat, just about to come out before he swallowed it back down. “So, what do I get, Professor?”

Gale lunged forward with his lips to capture Tav’s in a kiss. Unable to hold back anymore. He was almost ashamed to admit how turned on he was. Using his new, illustrious, highly respected job as a form of role play but Gods was he hard.

He kissed her recklessly. Still with the presence of mind to keep his illusion intact as he turned them around, so Tav’s back was against the desk. “Sit.” Instantly, she did as she was told. Like the word was some manner of incantation lock like what he just covered in his lecture. “That’s my good girl.” Gale doesn’t miss Tav’s own whimper that doesn’t stay locked inside her throat. “You did so well in class today. Eager. Attentive.” There were those words again. Only this time he could put them into a different kind of practice. “I think eager young students should get rewards. Positive encouragement is the cornerstone of my teaching methods.” With the tip of his finger, Gale pressed against the spot where her collarbones met and slid down. His finger acting like a knife to his illusion as it ‘cut away’ her uniform. The long robes peeling back from her until they were no more than an open cloak around her naked body.

“Gale,” Tav hissed once her skin was exposed; likely from the cool rush of air on her skin, or the brush of magic tickling away as the illusion gave way to some reality. He gave her one stern, but playfully, look and she instantly corrected to, “oh..I mean…Professor.” His clever, clever girl.

He kissed her again. Holding the back of her head close to him. Tav then gasped loudly into his mouth. Her head tilting back. “What’s this you’ve brought me then, hm?” Gale asked as he continued to touch her. His whole hand cupping her while his fingers played with the wet slit they found there. “Certainly doesn’t feel like an apple for your teacher. But maybe it’s just as sweet.”

Falling to his knees between hers, Gale pushed her legs apart to devour her. Hungry for her to the point of drooling almost as much as her cunt. Her hands braced behind her on the desk as she tilted back. Her face towards the sky as she moaned for him. “Oh Gods Gale…! Mhmm….! Fuck right there!”

“Such language from my most gifted student.” Gale scolded as he pulled back.

Tav whined. Her body literally twitching with desire. “Gale…mmm..Professor…” He rewarded her by sliding his index & middle finger over her entrance, between her wet folds and her clit, for remembering their game. “Please don’t stop….”

“Ssh..ssh…ssh…” Gale hushed Tav gently, though his fingers never stopped what they were doing. He then slipped them in. Her opening eager to accept but clenching frantically for want of something more. “Shall we continue your oral exam, or do you want to move on to harder lessons.”

“Harder lessons Professor, please.” He doesn’t want to think of his wife as a slut, but the way she spread her legs with his fingers still inside her, leaning back on his desk, non-verbally begging Gale to fuck her, she looked downright filthy. “I’m ready for a more indepth education.”

Pulling his fingers free from her to use both hands on his belt to get it off faster, Gale pulled out his throbbing cock and thrust it inside her. He didn’t even bother with the rest of his clothes. Behaving as if they had no time for him to take them off. Like someone could walk in from another class at any moment, they were so lost in the illusion. Tav didn’t seem to mind as she moaned greedily against his ear. Her hands fisting in his shirt. “Fuck me hard, Professor. Teach me a lesson.” Gale growled and nipped at her ear. Tav squealed before descending into moans as he did what she asked.

The desk wasn’t as helpful as one would have thought. It lent to the aesthetic and overall fantasy of the moment but didn’t provide a lot of leverage in their current position. All a matter of perspective though, and what kind of teacher would Gale be if he wasn’t a problem solver?

He pulled his cock out, all shiny and wet, before he moved Tav from the desk and flipped her over. A much better position as her hands now braced her in the front and her ass stuck out towards him; illusionary robes long gone now as either Gale willed them to vanish or his spell was cracking on its own with his attention divided, he couldn’t quite tell. Taking only a moment to admire the new vision before him, like any good lover of art, Gale thrust back into Tav hard and continued their rough game.

The sounds she made were invigorating. Loud shouts. Breathy moans. Sharp cries of ecstasy.

“Mmm…Professor…” She was completely lost in the fantasy now. “You’re being so rough…”

“That’s what you asked for, isn’t it.” Tav groaned as his hand wrapped around his throat to tilt it up towards him. His chest against her back as he whispered in her ear. “For me to fuck you hard. Even before you asked with your words. Staring up at me with those big eyes from your desk. You asked for this.”

“Yes.” Her nails scratched against the wood and some muffled version of the word ‘more’ fell from her lips.

“Do you do that for all your professors? Look up at them with those big, beautiful eyes for attention? For praise?”

“N-No.”

“Why is that?”

“I only want you.”

It was Gale’s turn to groan, and he turned Tav’s head as far as it would go to pull her in for a big, sloppy kiss. During this, he felt Tav’s wall shutter around him. Her body quake as her hands fought to keep purchase on the desk. Destroying the imaginary papers scattered on top of them. He lasted a few more thrusts before he came too. His resolve snapping like an overstrung cord, along with his spell.

Without his illusions, their mount disappeared and they fell to the floor. Gale tried to brace them as much as he could to cushion the fall. Feeling the pain in his shoulder though, after he successfully ‘saved them’, he had to wonder why he didn’t conjure some real cushions. “Are you alright?”

“I’m better than alright.” Tav told him. She didn’t seem phased at all by their stumble. But then again stumbles, of any kinds, never seemed to keep her down. She pulled herself free from him but then turned around to face him. Head in her hand with her elbow on the floor. “So, Professor, how did I rate?”

“Oh, full marks all around.” He teased back. Pulling her in for a proper kiss now that they were facing each other. “But I always have time to offer extra credit, for my most industrious students.”

Tav giggled. The sound and that smile infectious. “Do you feel better about your first day now?”

“Well, I can’t do any of that with my students.” He quipped. “But the first part, yes. I think it really helped. I feel I really have a command of it now, although that might be the residual endorphins talking.” Tav snorted, but then curled up beside him.

They seemed content to lay there for a while on the floor. Enjoying the moment. “I still wish I could find that book though.”

“Gale!”

[thegayloragenda]

Okay I want to put all of my current predictions out here (these are subject to change, of course):

• I think this show is going to get a little more colorful or a little bit more gay with each show because I think she’s running out the clock.

• I am CLOWNING for an eventual pronoun change during surprise songs.

• I think Karlie will probably show up again. And if she shows up for the rep announcement I will die dead.

• I’m also clowning for a rainbow variation of every outfit or perhaps a debutation variation if she plans to drop them together. Maybe a karma outfit. Idk. I don’t really know what is coming next in regard to music or if there will be anything (what if she just went black out for a year and then dropped rep next December 😂).

• I’m split because I think she’s either going to continue this Travis stunt until the Super Bowl or she’ll break up with him while on tour (if it’s real that’s totally fine but the way this relationship has been crammed down our throats gives me the ick so bad). I have no idea how that breakup will go down especially since they’ve made an entire Christmas movie about this relationship.

• I’m still assuming we’ll get a proposal / breakup.

Overall, I don’t think Taylor Swift would pander to this side of the fandom the way she has if she didn’t have a plan to blow everything up. I assume she’s a good person. I assume she’s supportive of the fans who see her. I’ve been in this fandom long enough to know what it looks like when she’s in the closet and when she isn’t. The closet isn’t even glass anymore. The closet is just invisible at this point so if she’s just a straight girl who loves rainbows, she’s absolutely diabolical in the very worst ways.

And before anyone comes for me, yes she can be bi or pan or whatever she wants to be. I don’t care about muses or labels. I notice patterns and I can’t help but connect the dots. I see bi and lesbian dresses and her calling attention to them so that’s where my focus is. I care about freedom for her (whatever that looks like) and I also think some clarity about who she actually is will help a lot of us decide if we want to keep supporting her and giving her our money. I’m placing my bet on her being who I think she is so I’m here to support her until the end of this roller coaster ride.

I will make a post on the final day of this tour but I just want to say this: I have had the TIME OF MY LIFE in this labyrinth. I have made lifelong friends because of this side of the fandom. Thank you to ALL of my friends on here who have followed me and commented on my posts and said such kind things. Thank you to everyone who has messaged me their insights and theories. And finally, thank you to my fans who have messaged me your homophobic, brain-rotted hate comments. Good luck in the aftermath!

And to Taylor (if you ever see this), thank you for keeping my mind so stimulated. I will probably never get dementia because of you. You have been so good for my brain health. Thank you for teaching me about my own history as a queer girlie. Thank you for helping me heal my relationship with my neurodivergent self. Thank you for being the “mother” who saw me when my own mother just talks about how gross and wrong gay people are. Thank you for being kind and strong and brave in the face of shame and fear and danger. Thank you for leading a revolution of New Romantics! No one does it like you, girl. I love you so much. I hope you got a giggle over the chaos and the wrong predictions. I hope this tour brought you joy and hope and peace and healing. I know I haven’t always seen eye to eye with some of your choices, but I do respect you and I do hope the rest of your life is sunshine and rainbows and you get to hug your mom forever and take really long naps with your person after all of this is over. Long live 💜

Update: I do think the election plays a big role in how loud she can be. @casuallycruel131313 pointed this out, too. We’ll get way more once Kamala has been elected! I think Canada shows will be wildddd.

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

CH-26: A heavenly scandal

Masterlist

Summery :Where an expected past of Vaggie is revealed and king of hell despairs for absence of his daughter.

A.n: Holy shit guys I'm so so sorry I forgot about Vox in the last chapter:') writing about all these characters together is a pretty big challenge. I only noticed after you guys pointed it out. That's one of the reasons I don't want to add too many characters here, cause it's hard to write for all of em🥲

Also Luci won to be a love interest! You can check in wattpad, ao3 and Tumblr!

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Vox rarely feels this ecstatic as he does now.

Staying with you and the others might have been the best choice he had ever made. Sure it annoyed and bothered him to no end trying to endure all these pesky nobody's ordering him around. He didn't care for them and neither did they. He was staying there cause he had no other place to go. But he was biding his time till he could show his middle finger to you all and go build up his place with the other members of the V's.

But oh boy does he feel giddy like a little child now. During the last whole episode, he made sure to stay far away from the group. Whenever he tried to get closer, he didn't miss the way others gave him nasty glares. So he did the next best thing and watched from a distance and concealed his presence as much as possible. He didn't have power here. He couldn't act out.

This episode was absolutely fucking amazing. Alastor? That..that guy's in a fucking leash?? Hahahaha ohh that's fucking hilarious!! While chaos was unfurling amongst others, he was hyperventilating in a corner. He might have gotten a little too excited at the news as he felt the insides of his pants stiffen. Ahh,he can't watch like this..

He excused himself to the bathroom to calm down while no one was looking. He washed the drool on his face that was falling without him knowing. When he looked at the mirror, he saw a crazed look expression. He laughed again. Ah, he could get used to this feeling....

He soon returned to the room just before you started the episode again. His gaze locked onto the fluffy brown ears on Alastor's head while grinning to himself. It seemed like Alastor knew what was going on as his ears twitched. Vox wondered for a moment how he felt right now..to have his ultimate secret revealed in front of all the others..ahh..he almost wished he had the TV face again just so he could record his expressions and watch it over and over again.

The rest of the episodes ended soon enough. He thought the king of the hell, Lucifer as a bore. Honestly, he expected better. But guess he shouldn't have raised his expectations seeing how his daughter turned out to be. Finally it was time for the next episode.

Charlie was freaking out trying to pack everything even though she was only going to heaven for a few hours.

' The thing with the...thing, um, fuck, gah, I'm such a bad liar. '

You briefly wondered for a moment why was it that Vaggie was so reluctant to go to heaven. A small thought passed in your head of all the theories you saw that said Vaggie might have been an ex-exterminator. You wondered if that was true.

' Val had me working 16 hours straight on a fucking whim. '

Holy 16 fucking hours?? God damn.. how's he still walking?

Suddenly a wall of the hotel exploded with glitters.

' What up you hoes! '

' Ho-holy shit, Cherri bomb? Long time no see, baby! '

" Fucking finally I'm in a scene! Haha, did ya see that (Y/n)? " Cherri turned to you pointing at the screen. You were equally as excited seeing her, if not more. You thought the show had forgotten her.

Cherri handed Charlie a live bomb laughing. Vaggie quickly took the bomb from a panicking Charlie and threw it outside.

' Come in, what you really need is a recharge. A reinvigoration, a re...'

' Responsible night on the town! '

Cherri was trying to get Angel to go out to have fun when Charlie butted in and introduced herself to Cherri. Charlie suddenly decided Cherri and Angel would be taking everyone out today to have fun. Cherri beside you looked at the screen with 'WTF' face. She never agreed to this shit.

' Wait I am only here for Ang...ooh! Never mind. Let's go! '

Cherri was about to deny but stopped when Charlie gave her a big bundle of cash. Cherri smirked beside you. " Now we're talking ~"

Charlie gave Cherri the duty to look after everyone and just...threw Vaggie..into the portal to heaven. Girl could have been more gentle, damn.

Pentious spit out his drink seeing Cherri suddenly. He was about to challenge Cherri to a battle but she told her she's just here to go out with them.

' What? What do I do? What do I wear? '

' Don't fucking touch me, you managed dickhead! '

Ohhh~ was that a blush you saw? Or was it cause of the pain. It was surely a blush right? Does our snakey boy here have a crush on his 'Arch-nemesis'? You smell a new ship incoming.

Charlie and Vaggie finally arrived at heaven. Charlie was excited as fuck and Vaggie not so much.

' Hiya! Welcome to heaven.'

Okay...who was this spoon looking dude again? Ah right, saint Peter. Why does he look like that!

' Saint Peter, we can take it from here '

Angel's true forms are rather scary. Yikes. Two angels named Sera and Emily landed in front of them. Emily seemed to excited and happy. Kinda reminded you of Charlie. While Sera was composed.

' Dearly beloved, it is my pleasure to say unto thee

Welcome to heaven, Oh-oh '

A new song! Cool! This should be fun.

' Cause here we got no worries, got no burglaries, no strife

It's the perfect afterlife

Welcome to heaven Oh-oh '

" Is that Molly??" You quickly shouted pausing the screen. Angel quickly whipped his head around. Molly..? His sister? Angel leaned to the screen quickly taking a good look.

" T-that's Molly right..tell me I'm not crazy.." Angel finally leaned back with a conflicted yet happy smile. " So she went to heaven, thank fuck." You smiled at him. He must be a really caring brother.

' The spirits leaven, oh~ '

" That guy just moaned " Husk commented nonchalantly making some of you lose your shits laughing. You were all thinking it even though none of you said it. Charlie blushed and spread her hands. " Guys, guys! Focus, it's just the song!"

" Yeah, he must be a real freak to moan in song like that ~" Vox replied with a smirk. Charlie huffed looking at him. You quickly resumed the episode again before a fight broke out.

' And everyone is hot! '

" Yeah, that guy's a freak alright "

" Angel!"

Emily started singing later. You were just glad you didn't have to hear that guys moa-singing again.

' After you see our realm

You'll never want to go back down '

Emily held Charlie's hand and Vaggie was not pleased. You looked at Vaggie who was making the exact same face. Vaggie had many curse words going in her mind now. You thought it was best to not bother her.

The song ended while Charlie, Vaggie and Emily passing Adam and Lute. Oh this couldn't be good...

' Better then waiting for the fucking extermination '

' Shhhh'

Okay, that was hot. Lute might be a dick, but that was hot. The way she pulled him down, you wouldn't be surprised if she pegged him. Though you felt like Adam was too hot headed for that. But who knows what goes inside the bedroom.

' No one but the exorcists can know about exterminations '

" Wait, fucking what?!"

Charlie almost exploded beside you. " No one in heaven knows about this?? They kill hundreds, thousands of us every fucking year and no one has a clue??" She stood up angrily. Even Husk, vox and others seems angry, confused and conflicted. " It seems heaven is playing a cruel joke on us my dear..." Alastor spoke with his brows furrowed.

" So none of the people above know how shitty the situation is hell? None but those monsters? This is just great" Angel rolled his eyes. " Heaven is just as fucked up as hell is... you're better of putting down this hotel Charlie....if this is the the heaven we're talking about..I don't think I wanna go there." Husk grumbled.

" Now now guys, calm down.... let's see this through first okay?" You held Charlie's hand and made her sit down again.

Sera and Adam talked later how he needed to keep things from getting worse. Charlie felt bit sad when Sera called her misguided, but guess she shouldn't have hoped for much.

Charlie was excited as fuck about heaven in the cartoon. The real Charlie...not so much. Charlie went out to go to a zoo with Emily but Vaggie stayed inside to rest. But then there was a knock. And it was Adam.

' Hey there Vag-asauras! '

Panic was rushing through Vaggie's mind beside Charlie right now. She bit her lips anxiously as she watched the scene unfold. This was going just was she feared. They going to reveal it aren't they? She wanted to run away, stop this from showing any how she could. But that would be too suspicious.

' Do you really think I wouldn't recognize one of my top girls just cause you're out of uniform? '

What....the fuck...

' You were on the front lines. I wouldn't forget a bad bitch like you. '

Time seemed slow down for the second time now. But now, it was for Vaggie instead of Alastor. Almost everyone of the hotel has a shocked or mortified expression including you. Vox whistled. Alastor has a large grin on his face. So this was the real Vaggie.

You knew it! All those theories were true! But....you just didn't expect them to reveal a large secret like this so soon. You thought it would come in season 2 or 3 like that.

Charlie whipped her head towards Vaggie, looking mortified. Vaggie put her hands up. " Charlie... listen I can explain..."

" Explain what Vaggie?? We've been together all this time and you've been hiding something like this from me?!"

You never saw Charlie this angry from the time you got to know her. By now, you knew fully well what you had to do. You wrapped your hands around Charlie. Charlie had a tear running down her face. Anger, shock, betrayal was evident in her eyes. How could she do this to me? Was I not trustworthy enough?

Angel and Husk had disappointed look on their faces. Even Niffty looked a bit sad. To think the person they entrusted their life to protect was one of the person that used to kill them. They didn't expect something like that.

You hugged Charlie close to you.

' Go, run. Now! '

"Vaggie.. you tried to save a little boy..? That's why you were cast down?" Charlie looked at her as Vaggie looked down shamefully. Reliving the memories of that day. And that giant X on her eye..the one that she lost was because of Lute.

Lute tore off her wings as well and Adam took her halo, leaving her to rot in hell. But Charlie found her right after.

' Their love is vile and blasphemous '

' Hot as fuck though '

Adam eww. Well you knew it was hot but listening it from him had a different meaning.

' But I wonder what your bitch would think if she found out you are actually one of us '

Vaggie groaned beside you resting her hand on her forehead. They were somehow able to calm the scenario somehow here in the real world, but she felt bad for how her cartoon self would deal with this situation. Knowing how things have been so far it will certainly be messy.

Charlie and Vaggie were in court then later. Charlie groaned seeing Adam in the court.

' Angel dust ! '

' Oh, yeah. The porn demon. '

Ayo? " Hold on, how does Adam know Angel dust??" You pointed out. Angel smirked beside you. " Damn, didn't know I was popular in heaven too heh"

Charlie asked Adam how can one go to heaven. Adam just made up random shit at the moment. Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man.

Charlie told them Angel was doing all three things and Adam just summoned some kinda orb to spy on him. Instantly almost everyone knew how much of a bad idea this could be. You were reminded of the pilot episodes interview where Angel embarrassed Charlie. God, you hoped it won't be like that.

It showed Angel and others in the party.

' I'll admit 'consent' is a good name for a sex club. '

You had to snicker at that. Yeah, it was a good name.

Niffty was still cleaning inside the club. Pentious reminded her it was not the hotel and she didn't have to clean.

' Ms. Bomb. I-i-i'd like to buy you a drink.'

' Why? Didn't you say we're arch-rivals? '

' Um...uh..because I'm buying everyone a drink! '

Poor snake. He was crushing so hard after Cherri that it was endearing. It seemed to click onto almost everyone head by then. Pentious looked away bashfully.

Cherri offered Angel some drugs to forget all his day. You bit your lips, hoping Angel would decline and not make Charlie embarrassed. Lucky for you, Husk seemed to come in clutch.

' I just....I just thought you were better then that. '

' Come on Angie, let's get fucked up! It's been too long. '

" Cherri, you're a bad influence..." Charlie looked at her pouting. " I told you in the show for a responsible night out and this!" She pointed at the screen. " Is not responsible!"

Charlie seemed to be still hot headed a bit from earlier circumstances. You patted her back and tried to comfort her. " It's hell, princess, get used to it. Besides we do this shit all the time."

" That's not-"

Vaggie tried to talk with her to calm her down but she just looked away and made you sat between them. Vaggie looked down almost hurt from the gesture. Seems like she still wasn't ready to talk with her. They both looked in pain. It was hurt to watch.

' Cherri I bought you a shot. B-because I bought everyone another shot! Hooray! '

" This loser's into that chick huh? You really think she's gonna give you a shot?" Vox cocky voice flowed from behind you guys. Pentious hid his face behind his hair blushing with embarrassment. " Oh come on, there's no way that snake bastard's into me! Are ya...?" She seemed a bit uncertain when her gaze fall over Pentious.

It was clear as water he was into her. But you didn't want to make things more awkward for the poor boy so you resumed the episode, making everyone pay attention there.

' The porn star chose a night of debauchery. '

Noooo, Angel! He agreed to take drugs and everyone saw! Why?? You got to see them again in the club. Angel took away Niffty's drink seeing she had too much. That was adorable of them .

Niffty kept running around causing trouble and Angel ran after her. Niffty went to the closet.

' Look she ain't used to this scene. I just don't want her to end up in the gutter like I used to. '

Awwww, Angel...that was so sweet..it was nice to see this side of him. But the Angel scolded her and she started crying. You squeezed Niffty on your lap.

' It's fine....ssshhh, hey, you wanna play with the kitty? '

" He doesn't mean me right?" Husk answer. " Cause I swear to fuck if he is-"

Husk was indeed the kitty. Niffty played with Husk as he submitted to his fate. " Aww, it's almost like you're her parents..." Charlie whispered. Angel and Husk immediately blushed at the thought.

' So, I was thinking, maybe you'd want to, uhm...do....a sex with me?'

You sequeled. You fucking squealed. " Let's go Pentious!" You were so proud of your boy right now. But soon quickly covered your mouth noticing everyone's eyes on you. " Oops..."

' Because I'm having sex with everyone here! '

Pentious nooo. What're you saying? He got dragged into a most probably orgy with a group of demons. You wiped a imaginary tear. At least you tried Pentious. At least you tried.

Apparently Valentino was inside the club as well. Just when they were about to walk away, they found Niffty gone and running towards Val. You already knew this was going to be bad...

' You're bringing me fresh meat?..oi!'

You wished Niffty actually tore his finger away.

' I said fuck off! I may have to put up with your bullshit but you ain't fucking with any of my friends. '

You felt like a proud mom. God this was so sweet. Ahhh...he cares so much for his friends! Charlie and you were on the same wavelength.

' Way to go kid '

Even Husk was proud of him. As soon as it ended you jumped up to hug him. Charlie and some others did too. Angel flashed a embarrassed smile. " Okay okay, let's start the show now."

' Ow! What the fuck!?'

'For my collection. Hehe'

" Hell ya Niffty! Way to go!" You squeezed her cheeks . He deserved that and many more. Seems like Niffty would be a good match for Valentino. Even he can't handle her. Alastor gave a thumbs up. He had about enough of that disgusting overlord as well. Pentious lost the chance to fuck Cherri by a few seconds.

' See! He did everything on your checklist! '

She was right, Sera

She showed us a soul can improve '

Ohh, another song! Cool ! And it seems like Emily was talking for Charlie. She was a nice character.

' It's not fair, Sera '

Charlie was getting angry now. Honestly it's deserved after the bullshit that was revealed just now. Vaggie tried to calm her down but she didn't want to listen. She kept arguing with Sera. You hoped after this, maybe all of heaven would finally see the hypocrisy they're going through.

' He blew his shit like the cocks in his mouth

This discussion is senseless and petty '

Motherfucker. What she did was hot but still. And you wanted to slap Adam for what he was doing. Most of the crew had a furious look on their faces now. Like they were present in that court themselves.

' Gotta say, I can't wait to....'

' Adam...'

Oh he was about to say it wasn't he?

' Come down and exterminate you! '

Yep, and there it is. You can't wait to see the chaos it would ensure.

' Wait! '

' Shit '

' What are you saying? Let me get this straight.

You go down there and kill those poor

souls? '

' You didn't know? '

" Fucking finally" Angel cheered. " Oh this is going to be good. Tell em Charlie!"

Emily had a heartbroken expression. She didn't want to believe they were this cruel. Poor Emily you thought.

' I wanted to save you the anguish it takes to

Do what was required '

The flaming fire in her eyes truly showed the for the evil that she was despite her kind gesture. Husk tsked beside you. You were happy Emily didn't take her bullshit and said she, an adult, didn't need protecting like a child. You were liking Emily more and more.

' Was talking of virtue just pretension?

Was I too naive to expect you

 

  To heed the morals your purveying? '

' That's what the fuck I've been saying!'

Heaven's full hypocrisy and two faced nature was revealed. There's no way this wouldn't shake heaven after this right? Charlie and Emily were almost like counterparts of each other as they started singing together. They had so much in common.

' The rules are shades of gray

Heaven's full hypocrisy and two faced nature was revealed. There's no way this wouldn't shake heaven after this right? Charlie and Emily were almost like counterparts of each other as they started singing together. They had so much in common.

When you don't do as you say

When you make the wretched suffer

Just to kill them again '

Those lines hit hard. The lore continues. You were fully invested.

' Did you ever think your little girlfriend might be a liar? '

' Don't, Adam, please! '

' What's the fuss?

Why hide the fact that you're an Angel

Just like us '

Charlie looked down sadly at the scene already knowing it by now. And Vaggie looked guilty. Sera took the angel's side and said there was no evidence of souls getting redeemed even after all that they saw.

' Because we're coming to your hotel first'

So there's going to be a heaven Vs hell battle in this season? You thought that would be like an end battle of the show of something after everything was done. The show is moving a lot faster then you expected.

Sera scolded Adam for his misspoke and Adam apologised and flew away. So that man could apologise, hmph. You wanted to slap this guy's face so bad.

' Please if you start to question, you could end up like Lucifer. Fallen.'

So just for that they had to accept whatever that was thrown at them? The audacity.

The episode ended like that. It was a tension filled episode...every seemed to visibly relax when they realized there was nothing else to watch, nothing else to discover about others. Charlie stood up before any of you could say anything. " I need a few moments...(Y/n), would you please come with me?"

Your eyes darted back and forth from Vaggie to Charlie. Vaggie hugged herself close and patted your back. "Go" she whispered. You nodded looking at Charlie as you stood up as well. Before following Charlie outside, you placed a hand on Angel's shoulder. " Look after Husk alright? Make sure Alastor doesn't lay a hand on him." Angel nodded with a grim expression, understanding the current situation they were in.

Charlie stood in the balcony with wind blowing through her long blond hair. Her ears were pulled back to her hair. You closed the door behind you as you slowly walked closer. Soft bristling sounds of wind alongside the faint chirps of crickets filled the air. But along with it, there was another new sound, soft sniffing sounds from Charlie.

You stood beside her leaning on the railing and softly patted her back, not knowing what else to do. She suddenly engulfed you into a hug and buried her face in the crook of your neck, full on crying now. You were bewildered for a bit before you wrapped your arms around her as well and rubbed soothing circles.

" I.....*sniff* I just can't believe..that..that she'd lie to me like this....(Y/n)... We've been together for years!*sniff* " you stayed quiet and let her vent for now so she could get everything out. Just like how you used to treat Melody.

" I know, I know Charlie... you're hurt aren't you?" Charlie nodded a bit. She was indeed hurt. She couldn't fathom how Vaggie could keep something like this secret from her. Did she not trust her in all these times they were together? Even though she always shared and told everything to her. She tried to search in the back of her head. Has she ever done anything to make her feel like she couldn't trust her?

When Charlie's words died down, you took it as a que to start talking now. " Charlie, have you ever thought she might have been just..I don't know, scared? To tell you about this?" Charlie's breath got stuck in her throat as she squeezed you tighter.

" But why?" Her voice came out as a hushed whisper. " I would have accepted her for what she is if she only just told me sooner ..."

" Then won't you accept her as she is now?"

You cupped her face in your hands and wiped away her tears with your thumb. A gust of wind passed by making both of your hairs sway.

" What...?"

" Won't you accept her now? Isn't your hotel all about giving second chances?"

Charlie looked deeper into your eyes. You were right. She couldn't imagine how guilty Vaggie must have felt. She should believe in her more. After all, Vaggie believed in her. She stayed by her side no matter how much others laughed at her or her plans.

" Yes....hah...okay.. I'll do it. I'll talk to her again."

" Atta girl!" You flashed her a big smile and patted her head making her flush. God she was falling even more harder for you now. Her heart was beating like crazy. You looked beautiful, stunningly beautiful under the pale moonlight. It was almost like the whole world was gone except for you. She leaned towards you before she knew what was happening.

It took a few seconds for you to understand what just happened. You placed your hand over your cheek where Charlie kissed you. The warm tingling sensation ran to the very core of your heart as you stood there dumbfounded.

" This is a thank you for what you did for me. I'll go talk to her right now."

Charlie smiled and went inside the cabin before you could say anything. You just stood there clutching the fabric over where your heart would be and blushing like a tomato. ' C'mon! Get a grip girl! She's already taken!' you slapped you cheeks to calm yourself and took a long breath as you went inside.

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[ Meanwhile in hell ]

" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T FIND HER!?!"

Lucifer's angry voice boomed throughout the room. The sinners and hellborn before him cowered in fear. He was in his devil form. The fire above his head burning brightly. Razzle and dazzle hugged themselves together whimpering a bit.

Lucifer's ears picked up the squeak as his eyes darted towards the two plush like dragons dangerously. " And you two..." In a flash, he was standing in front of them. " I thought your job was to protect my little girl?!"

They both cowered in fear. The once kind Luci had to actively stop himself from striking them. He sucked in a breath and looked at the lot before him.

" You guys are useless! Tell me about where she was last seen and about any unnatural activities that were seen this last month. I'll go find her myself."

" Yes your majesty "

Lucifer straightened his coat while taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

" Charlie Morningstar was last seen working on her new project, the 'Hazbin' formerly known as the 'Happy' hotel. She participated in a ' Redemption ' project in this so called Hazbin hotel.

The man before him turned a page.

" After participating in an interview with Katie, she left for her hotel. We've thoroughly interrogated her and Tom. However there were no leads."

With each words spoken, Lucifer only grumbled. The fear of losing his only daughter took root deep in his heart.

" Hazbin hotel was the last known place to see Charlie go into. As for unusual activities, my men have gathered this information."

The demon pushed a button on a remote as a screen appeared out of nowhere and showed pictures of the V's.

" These three overlord, known as the V's has been reported missing a few days after Charlie was last seen. In addition, there was apparently an old overlord named Alastor who has supposedly been missing for seven years, making an appearance just before the princess was gone. "

The demon pushed another button as it showed pictures of Alastor.

" The hotel seems to have been attacked from one side via something like a cannon or similar. We have tried to get inside but there seems to be some kinda forcefield around the area. We have not been able to get inside to investigate. This concludes my report."

The demon bowed before him as he stood up. Lucifer finally sat up from his throne and unfurled his wings. The demons and sinners watched in awe as he flew out of the palace and teleported straight to the hotel.

He could sense some kind of foreign magic at play as he touched the forcefield. However he was able to get inside the hotel without any resistance, almost like it wanted him inside. Pushing other thoughts away, he started to look around. His daughter came first.

The sharp clicking sounds of his boot echoed throughout the empty hallway before it stopped in front of the library. He could sense in all his being that the reason behind what's going on lay inside the room.

Slowly he inched closer to the room, step by step and stood in front of the glowing yellow book. " It was you... wasn't it... you're the one who took my daughter away.." He got down on one knee and took a closer look. It didn't seem like a hellish book, nor an angelic one..it seemed out of this place, out of this world almost.

He knew what he had to do. With shaky but determined hands, he reached out and went to flip it before he felt the book pulling him inside.

" No...no..wait..fuck...!"

He unleashed all his might to close the book, to overpower its might and pull it with him. He succeeded...in a way.

He felt like he was falling for a long time. It almost felt like the time he fell from heaven. But the book was right beside him, falling alongside. Stretching his hands, he tried to grab the book and flip through its contains using a little magic that seemed to weaken by the second. In what small amount of what he could read..his eyes widened, he started to whisper slowly.

" To reverse your fate, what you need to do is...."

After that, everything went black.

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It was an off day for Charlie and Alastor today. Adrian apparently had some business he had to take care of so he called your phone beforehand. Vaggie still had to go to her work and Pentious and Vox left to get new spare parts and junks today and also sell the things he has repaired. You sent Cherri to look after them and also hopefully to strengthen the bond between the snake and her. You would play the matchmaker between them if that's the last thing you do! Your snakey boy deserved a bit of happiness and love in his life.

Last night was a whirlwind of different emotions and experiences. After Vaggie and Charlie talked and made up, they seemed happier than ever. For some reason they also stayed close to you and snuggled up the whole night. They both told you how grateful they were for your talks. You could only blush and nod as you held the girls closer awkwardly. Unbeknownst to you, they were chuckling looking at each other and grinning the whole time. They knew they had found the right partner for them.

Others were seething in jealousy but stopped once they saw how relieved you were that they made up, they didn't want to make your mood sour again so they stayed away. Alastor's mood was especially the worst. He snapped easily at any and everyone and always stayed as far away from people as he could be. His fluffy deer ears seemed to be always up on alert. When Vox started to joke about him being on a leash, he jumped up on the guy and started choking him on the spot. It took you and a few others to resolve the situation.

So needless to say, it has been a tense enough morning. Currently it was afternoon and you were chatting with Niffty and Husk outside. Suddenly Niffty and Husk's ears pointed upwards as both looked at the sky. Niffty was the first to point it out.

" Look! Something's falling from the sky!"

You quickly followed her finger. Something indeed was falling and it seemed like it was some kinda bird. Without thinking you started sprinting while keeping your gaze up towards it. Oh no, you realized suddenly, you were too far away from where it's going to fall.

With one last push you leapt, catching the bird a few moments before it's fall and smashed your face against the ground while holding the bird up in your hands. Husk and Niffty quickly ran behind you. " Holy shit, kid, that was fucking reckless! Are you okay?"

Niffty helped you sit up as you coughed out some grass and dirt from your mouth. You brought your hand closer to see just what you caught. Just then something fell on Husk's head. " What the fuck-". That thing bounced on his head and fell on his hand as he opened it. It was a cane, a tiny cane with an apple on top of it. You looked at him just in time for a small hat to fly down and set on top of Niffty's head gently. Niffty looked up at it in surprise and brought it down.

" Hold up. Those two looks really familiar... wasn't those Lucifer's?" You whispered yelled. " That means...."

You slowly opened your palms. In there laid an unconscious cockatiel. Its whole body was fully white except the two red circles on its cheeks and small tufts of blond feathers atop his head, mimicking the hairdo of the king of hell. It's eyelids were velveetty coloured.

There was no doubt about it. This cockatail was Lucifer. The one that lay unconscious in your hands was the king of hell.

A.n: good golly it's finally finished. It takes a lot of time to write the episode reaction chapters cause I have to sit there pausing the episodes over and over, thinking what would this Character think? What would this Character do :') so I apologize for how late chapters are coming out.

I know many of y'all had many different variations of what Lucifer could be, what would suit him. I felt like a cockatail matches his appearance perfectly. Just look at them! Here's an edit I found

But fret not my dear readers,for anyone who thought other forms might suit him as well, be patient for the next chapter (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

I told you guys that Vaggie and Lucifer would have something in common. This something in common was their ability to fly. Cause I want all the angels to share something in common amongst them. So that's your hint for what Adam and Lute will be as well (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Till next time! Stay tuned ~

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[alltheboysandgirlsiloved]

Chaos Theory review (characters' oriented review)

Since everyone is doing this, I thought I'd share my thoughts too because, to some extent, I feel like I'm in a minority here. In this post I'm going to focus mostly on the characters because there's a lot to say about the show in general and I don't have patience to write everything in one post.

spoilers under the cut

I said it yesterday and I will say it again: I absolutely loved Chaos Theory. It was action-packed, well-paced, dramatic and funny. It was everything I loved in Camp Cretaceous.

I'm especially grateful that they gave us a whole variety of emotions coming from all of characters.

I loved yasammy's conflict because it felt real and natural. Yas' PTSD being openly addressed was everything I hoped for (all of them have PTSD in some capacity but when it comes to Yas the execution was on the next level). And Sammy being fiercely overprotective over her girlfriend to the point it became too much?? That made so much sense because she had always been always protective but after the experiences in camp cretaceous, it is no wonder that this trait started to get out of her control. I don't know, it just made sense. I hope that in season 2 they go in detail about Sammy's family situation, I want her to talk about it with Yas. I'm really curious how it will play out and I can't wait to see Yas being super awesome supportive girlfriend.

I also really liked Darius and Kenji's relationship - I know, I know but hear me out. I actually enjoyed how the conflict(s) in their case seemed to keep piling up; they were growing like a fungus. I adored that little bit when Kenji mentioned that he stayed in touch with Darius' mother, while Darius didn't call her. I think it was incredible; such a small detail but tells you a lot about the years in their life that we didn't get to see.

While we are at it, I have to address the whole Darius and Brooklyn thing which I actually... didn't mind. I really didn't? And I don't mind that it was one-sided either. Maybe because it is the first (*cough*) openly addressed one-sided love story between the campers. I've always loved Darius and Brooklyn friendship, I genuinely believe that it was one of the strongest relationships in CC. It would be cool if they stayed platonic but really, I truly don't mind that one-sided love plotline. I wouldn't even call it a love triangle because to me it seems that Darius, to some extent, always knew that it was an unrequited crush, and I don't feel a sense of a privatization (between Kenji and Darius) either. You know what I actually liked about this situation? The fact that Darius didn't go to meet with Brooklyn because he was basically ashamed, embarrassed, and a little scared of his own feelings, of getting hurt. I feel like, in the long run, this is going to be incredible for his character development. Darius trying to run away from his own feelings to the point where he abandoned someone, where he tried hiding something from others? I genuinely think it added to his character and gave him additional depth. That's just my opinion though. I also think that even without that romantic plotline he would still call Brooklin after her "death". So to me, this really didn't change much other than adding more awkwardness and I had no trouble handling that (I always really liked visually the scene where Kenji and Darius were sitting in the bathtub. There was something pleasing about this)

Moving on to Kenji... Killing Daniel Kon so fast was certainly... a choice but. Kenji's reaction to his death was so well-done. It really highlighted the complex relationship that Kenji had with his father - someone he hated but who he also considered kind of a indestructible. His reaction was so heartbreaking and I was there for it.

And then there's also Ben. I'm gonna be honest - I am biased. I loved him before, I love him still so it feels unfair to write about him from my very biased perspective. Still - they could never make me hate him. I like how his character changed in so many ways but also stayed true to his core – he is adventurous and a little reckless (like a Jungle Boy that he was), and he is also soft and sensitive (that scene when he was crying when he was hiding under the truck broke me). I'm extremely curious about his background story that we barely touched upon - it is obvious that he had been living in that van for a while, which is interesting considering how he used to live on the campus and (let me remind you that) he has a loving mother that would surely support him if he decided to take a break just because he needs a break. From the looks of it, Ben seemed to be living on his own for a while – was his obsession with "being hunted" the only reason? or was there more? many questions. I am also a bit... sceptial about his girlfriend. The first time he mentioned her was not convincing to say at least, not to mention that apparently he had been living without his phone for a while now - were they talking online all this time or what? Idk, if he really has a girlfriend then first of all - the screenwriters are cowards, second of all - the relationship doesn't seem super-convincing for now.

Bonus: Mateo is one of the best characters introduced in the show, for me, he beats even Mae. He was perfect, actually perfect, I loved him. I really hope we will see him again in season 2 (above taking care of Bumpy) because I really liked his agency and his character arc.

Overall: I feel like your final review of CT depends heavily on what you tend to focus on while watching the show, and what you like in shows in general. I don't mind drama as long as it doesn't interfere with characters' personality. And I feel like a lot of choices they made in CT actually makes sense for these characters. I think it is also important to remember that this was - from what I understand - planned as a two-seasons long shows from the beginning which means that a lot of loose ends and decisions may not make sense yet but they will eventually be developed in season 2 (which would be awesome, we love consistent writing)

anyway, I only watched CT once for now, so don't quote me. I'm sure that I will have more thoughts later

[tree-obsession]

2.2 SPOILERS!! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK

this is a small lore discussion! mostly speculation and theories- i have not seen leaks about 2.3 plot yet, but i have seen a couple about boothill's character stories, so please keep that in mind!

trigger for mentions of suicide(aventurine) and mega corps(the ipc)

we have to talk about the ending cutscene with aventurine and boothill more! i'll start with my fav parts that no one really has brought up yet:

Aventurine intimidating Boothill after mentioning the guards are out- Boothill sounded so offput and hasty while reassuring him they were just knocked out, and we have to talk about aventurine himself just being intimidating more honestly his glare actually did kind of scare me.

Boothill pointing a gun at aventurine was. well. i'm sorry i did actually laugh at that. boothill i think you should research your targets a bit more honestly that guy is NOT afraid of guns. he fully walked into the nihility and pointed at least one gun at himself, and just got out of his own meticulously-planned suicide. threats of death won't work, sorry. also he has good reason to hate oswaldo schneider as well- threats didn't even have to be used, probably! he would kill him too, probably(revenge arc go go go!!)

the convo between aven and jade was. yeah. why he's betting his life again, i don't know (maybe sarcasm? or it was really just banter?) but it does seem like the two of them aren't super close at all, at least from what little i could gather. also if diamond hurts aventurine the entire fandom will kick his ass, emanator or no, so he better be prepared for that too lol. also, it was a pretty common theory aventurine would leave the ipc after exiting nihility, since acheron presumably broke his ties- i wonder why he went back? perhaps he had no plans as to where to go, or he has some ulterior motive?

how did he get out of nihility so unscathed? (for context, i haven't gotten aven's text messages yet, but i'm aware of some of their contents since they've been floating around w/out spoiler tags. the messages are mentioned a bit here if you wanna avoid spoilering!) i know argenti got him out, but 1) why was argenti there, or where did he even find him? and 2) that seems so random- both argenti and jade confirmed it, but plot-wise what's even the point of argenti pulling him out? also argenti said he was in a "woeful state" when he got out, and apparently the stonehearts are willing to give aven a break (which i'm assuming is major, since stonehearts are super important and have a lot of responsibility, plus he just destroyed a cornerstone) so him already being back on his feet when we see the phone call is a bit weird right away. he doesn't even sound sick, and ratio or any other doctor is nowhere in sight! (message spoilers start here) i'm aware the aventurine cornerstone was fully shattered/destroyed while protecting him from nihility- was he really in there for who-knows-how-long without any protection at all? he's apparently having nightmares and the ipc needed to call in a doctor of chaos to treat him, which is concerning considering his mental health and general will to live were extremely low even before walking into the nihility. like he genuinely has some of the worst will to live i've ever seen in a character or human being- walking through the nihility should have utterly destroyed him mentally and physically, but it didn't. 2.3 HAS to give us a whole lotta context, especially with nihility lore (my favorite aeon, i may be biased) and more about the ipc!

anyway, thank you for reading this poorly formatted, stream-of-consciousness word vomit about 2.2's aventurine lore. hope you liked it! drop ur thoughts in replies and reblogs plz they give me life(although i will be very busy next few weeks, so please don't be offended if you want a reply and don't get it, im so sorry!)

2.2 was peak- a bit slow, but the story was some of the best, if not the best stuff hoyo has given us in terms of writing quality. so great! i cried for sure, and that boss battle was just everything- especially the music. robin my lesbian queen if i didn't have to pull for firefly i would get your lightcone for sure...

see you all next time! thx for sticking around (:

[milkywayhou]

You've Got Email (König x OC: Medical Student!Snow) PART III

Summary: When the Colonel from some Private Military Corporation group accidentally send KorTac's secret file via email to a random civilian girl and now they develop some weird relationship.

or

Snow now overthinking about how fucked up her situation can be

TWs: Slow burn (not really), Implies stalking behavior. I just wrote this for fun.

Words Count: 1.9k (The email contain 1.3+ words while the rest was Snow's 4Chan post)

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/13/23 at 01:38 am

Subject: A late night conspiracy ramble…

Hey!

Once again it’s a late night and these weary med student brain cells are firing off all kinds of…interesting theories and connections, to say the least.

For example, okay hear me out, but what if Big Pharma is actually run by ancient shape-shifting lizard people from the center of the hollow earth who feed on human adrenal gland fluid harvested during rituals conducted at Bohemian Grove, and they started the pharmaceutical industry just to get us all addicted to medication so we’re docile little cash cows?!

I know, I know, it’s utterly ridiculous…buuuuut it would explain a few things haha! Anyways, somehow my winding thought process led me back to pondering your own doubtless intriguing backstory, oh mysterious Colonel.

You’ve given mysterious snippets here and there, but never a straight history lesson, you sly dog. Care to unravel some of those shadows for this thirsty student? Like how’d you get into this line of work anyway?

Maybe share something to take my mind off lizard people conspiracies before this insomnia kills me. You’ve got me curious now!

Conspiracizing but also bedridden,

Snow

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

05/13/23 at 02:01 am

Subject: RE: A late night conspiracy ramble…

You’ve a vivid imagination, to be sure. As for my own history…it’s nothing so fanciful, I’m afraid.

I grew up isolated, with only books as company. Social skills proved…challenging. The bullying was constant. All I wanted was to disappear into the quiet of nature, far from the incessant noise inside my head.

By 17 I was desperate to escape, and the military offered just that. I dreamed of being a sniper – controlling chaos from afar through calm precision. But my frame and restlessness didn’t suit remaining still for long. They saw potential elsewhere. They assigned as an insertion specialist instead. It was difficult, but taught discipline. In time I learned to turn noise into focus, chaos into strategy.

Now I protect others as I wished to be protected then. It brings…solace, of a kind. Purpose, where once was only turmoil.

Get some rest, Snow. Sweet dreams.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/13/23 at 02:14 am

Subject: RE: RE: A late night conspiracy ramble…

I see.

Thank you for sharing that with me. I can’t imagine how difficult those experiences must have been, but I’m grateful you found your calling in spite of them. It takes real strength of character to turn trauma into purpose like that.

Also, I should say the bullying says far more about their weakness of spirit than anything about you. Their loss, as it brought you to where you’re meant to be – helping people in your own way. I can’t help but smile thinking of a tiny bookworm König dreaming of sniping lizards in the woods! Well, you may not be in the trees anymore but it seems your aim is truer than ever.

Thinking on childhoods, mine wasn’t all sunshine either as an awkward kid. Let’s just say blending in was…challenging, to put it lightly. Between moving a lot after my parents split and living with various relatives, school was an escape into study. Seemed the safest route to gain some footing and make the family proud, at least. Kept me busy avoiding the realities outside books for a while too, I suppose. Somehow I suspect lonely bookworm me and you may have gotten along splendidly if our paths crossed back then!

Anyways, not sure where I’m going with this aside from reflecting our younger selves may have found solace in one another, strange as that sounds now in these roles. At least we’ve come into our own in the end, in our own ways. Small favors and all that.

Just a light note before sleep – rest well, König!

Your friend,

Snow

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/28/23 at 08:27 pm

Subject: Essay Woes and Cadaver Flashbacks

Ugh,

My apologies for this incoherent word vomit you’re about to endure. I’m approximately 5-7 days into an all-nighter essay crunch and my last two brain cells are DANCING.

This final assignment is killing me dead but at least after it’s over I can finally be done with med school! *insert jubilant celebration emoji* Of course that’s if I don’t starve to death first living off instant ramen. I’m positively wasting away without a decent meal. At this rate they’ll be teaching anatomy lectures using my lifeless body.

Whoever invents a magic food delivery service that beams freshly cooked meals directly to overworked students is getting a freaking Nobel Prize. A girl can dream, right? At this point I’d kill a man for a good pizza. *hideshypotheticalmurderweaponbehindback*

Anyways, in my spiral of delirium my thoughts keep wandering back to that fateful day months ago when I randomly received your classified KorTac email out of nowhere. Still bewildered how you even had my address to begin with…were you watching me, Colonel? *pretends to be frightened but is secretlyflattered*

Getting that file was kinda scary at first, not gonna lie. Reminded me of the first time we received our cadavers – that creepy feeling of being watched even after leaving the lab. Is that what it’s like being you, always paranoid someone has intel on you? :)

Anyways, enough gibbering – just wanted to share my pain and also wonder again how our wacky email friendship began! Stay safe out there in whatever shady places your work takes you. And send help – I mean, good luck with all the classified stuff!

Tired and Hangry,

Snow

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/28/23 at 08:40 pm

Subject: WHAT DID YOU DO

KÖNIG I SWEAR TO GOD

I LITERALLY JUST GOT A DELIVERY AT MY DOOR. IT WAS PIZZA AND IT WAS ALREADY PAID FOR

DUDE TELL ME YOU DIDN’T HACK INTO MY LOCATION OR SOME SHIT. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE??

I’M FREAKING OUT A LITTLE NOT GONNA LIE. I KNOW YOU HAVE ACCESS TO SHADY TECH BUT PLEASE TELL ME YOU DIDN’T TRACK ME DOWN

I was joking in my last email! Sort of! Please say this was all just a coincidence. I don’t need some extra secret stalker on top of everything else ;____;

Explain yourself soldier man!!! My paranoia can only be quelled with answers.

Sending mildly panicked regards,

Snow

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

05/28/23 at 09:12 pm

Subject: RE: WHAT DID YOU DO

Snow,

I assure you, any capabilities related to surveillance are reserved strictly for operations.

As for your delivery, consider it a small kindness from one overworked soul to another. Now eat, regain strength, and get back to that essay. You’ve proven quite resourceful in pulling secrets from shadows. But some mysteries deserve to remain.

Worry not and carry on with your studies.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/28/23 at 09:25 pm

Subject: Spill. Everything. Now.

I appreciate the pizza bailout, don’t get me wrong. But my paranoia has now reached DEFCON 1 levels and it WILL NOT stand down until I get some answers. So spill. Just how much do you actually know about me? Do you have my address on file somewhere? Photos? Socials? Pet peeves? Middle name??

I understand need-to-know for operations, but this is need-to-know for my own peace of mind. Please assuage these frazzled med student nerves and assure me you’re not some mysterious stalker Colonel (unless that’s just part of your charm). I’ll even send new Luna's pics in return! Consider it a debriefing – you give, you get. Otherwise the wheels will keep spinning in my head…

Sincerely (and only mildly obsessively),

Snow

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>>Anonymous

05/29/23(Mon)22:37:10 No:132926391

Colonel Stalker Dude is freaking me out

Image: [Confused pepe scratching head.jpg 230kb, 400x400]

>Be me, a totally tired out and broke student

>Remember getting those shady files months ago

>Thought Colonel dude was cool and weird pen pal

>Even started to like him after long talks

>But NOW he knows my address???

>WTF how long has he been watching me

>On one hand it’s creepy AF but kinda flattering a high rank dude cares

>Other hand I don't want a secret stalker or to get disappeared

>Free food is nice but feeling stalked is not cash money

>Used to have bit of crush but now I'm skeeved TBH

>What do? Can't go to cops cuz questions. No close friends/fam

>Too broke to move or change info

>Maybe he’s just lonely but also maybe he climbs in my window ;____;

>What if he takes my organs in the night like some human harvester?!

>Only protection is my cat Luna and she's useless in a fight ;_;

>Try to be positive and asking him how much he know

>Currently waiting for his replied while I was writing this post

>Anons pls help, should I keep talking to possible stalker man?

Don’t want my organs harvested but also don’t wanna waste a free food connection

Very conflicted and slightly paranoid this girl is in DIRE need of advice

Anonymous 05/29/23(Mon)22:45:19 No:132926405: >>132926391(OP)#

Sounds like a thriller romance novel lol! He probs just cares in his own intense way. Keep talking but be safe, maybe feel him out more? Could be nnothing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anonymous 05/29/23(Mon)23:16:08 No:132926439: >>132926405#

IKR it does sound like a book! But what if it’s a prequel to a snuff film?! I’ll try to subtly find out wtf he knows without pissing him off…

Anonymous 05/29/23(Mon)23:37:12 No:132926502: >>132926391(OP)#

LOL girl chill no one climbin in ur windows. He prolly just admires ur spirit. Keep lines of comms open, set boundaries if needed but relax!

Anonymous 05/29/23(Mon)23:45:01 No:13292623: >>132926502#

You’re right, I do overthink! I’ll calm my farm. Thank u stranger, maybe he’s just a bored soldier man and not a psycho (´。＿。｀)

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)00:25:31 No:13292684: >>132926391(OP)#

Change ur info anyway, maybe he won’t go to ur new stuff. And get some locks/alarms jfc. Play it safe.

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)00:42:44 No:13292692: >>13292684#

Can’t change anything, I used my student email! And too broke for moves or upgrades, these loans gotta last :’( but self defense is a must, thanks!

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)01:28:19 No:132922735: >>132926391(OP)#

Send Luna pics. Also tell col u feel weird, set ground rules like no stalking. Maybe he just wants friendship. Be safe!

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)01:46:31 No:132922757: >>132922735#

[sleepy_Luna.jpg 1,3mb 1000x1000] You’re so right, communication is key. I’ll lay it all out clearly and see how it goes. Thx fren <3

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)01:59:36 No:132922805: >>132926391(OP)#

Maybe he liiiiikes you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) whatever happens keep us posted! We’re invested now lol

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)02:08:55 No:132922822: >>132922805#

omggg don't say that!! Now I'll be paranoid AND flustered X_X But I definitely will update y'all, this is quite the melodrama unfolding

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)02:15:36 No:132922811: >>132926391(OP)#

Girlll tell that stalker if he wants a piece he gonna have to pay your tuition first! Then maybe you’ll reconsider the organ harvesting. Gotta respect your worth sis 💅

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)02:23:12 No:132922834: >>132922811#

Omg you genius!!! If he’s really interested he can sponsor my broke ass med student life lol. Alleviate my debt and he gets unlimited Luna pics, win-win!

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)03:01:46 No:132922839: >>132926391(OP)#

Lmao girl you been reading too many thrillers! Military guys have ways of finding people, changing email won’t do shit. Just ask him wtf is up like a normal person

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)03:39:44 No:132922926: >>132922839#

Ugh you make a good point, confronting is smarter than hiding. But what if he locks me in a dungeon for being nosy?! I have no one to turn to if I disappear ;-;

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

05/30/24 at 03:45am

Subject: RE: Spill. Everything. Now.

Snow,

Let’s just say I know more than you think. But rest assured, your privacy and safety remain my priority here.

As for debriefs, some questions are best left unanswered, even between…friends. Maintaining mystique has its place too, no?

Focus on your studies. I’ll focus on ensuring no more interruptions are needed.

Now get some rest. You’ve an early lab tomorrow if I’m not mistaken.

Sweet dreams.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/30/23 at 03:47am

Subject: DUDE.

HOW.

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This one was short because I've been busy with other stuff hahah. It sure took some twisted turn hmmM? or maybe poor Snow just over reacted ;)

Also love, comment and reblogged are really appreciate! 💖

[aristaspark]

My Chaos Theory... well, theory.

Who's the villain?

I thought about it hard, and I think I came to a pretty solid conclusion as to who's the villain.

And the best candidate is...

Matteo.

There are so many things not adding up with his character, but I'm going to lay out why I think that.

1: He's way.too.nice. I don't buy his whole naive persona, sorry, I still have PTSD from Tiff and Mitch.

2: The night Brooklynn "died". His story is awfully convenient and can actually seem believable from Darius and Kenji POV, but from an audience standpoint? Hell no. We know Brooklynn is alive. She was saved by someone that night (there was only a puddle of blood so it's certain she was picked up by someone with a car). I don't care how strongly he claims he covered his ears, he would have seen or heard something/movements (her screams because she lost her arm, for starters). The fact that, if he tells the truth, he would have magically waited for Brooklynn to be taken away by someone before coming out of the bushes is ridiculous.

3: His reaction when Kenji and Darius are shocked that she had a secret apartment. I swear, I found the delivery of his line suspicious the first time I heard it. "You didn't know she had a secret appartment? 🥴" It seems like he was saying "Well, how could you not know your friend was the kind of person to have a secret apartment, even I KNOW THAT since she's been after my ass for months before I tried to kill her.

4: I don't remember the line exactly, but when the DPW agents said the boss didn't like when things weren't "done right", basically, which made me sure we had already seen the villain.

5: Sorry it took me so long to give the phone of your dead friend back to you, I just conveniently waited for you to be targeted by a psychopath to do so. Just because.

6: Why did he take the phone in the first place? 😂 Even in the scenario he gave to Darius and Kenji that part isn't explained like dude wanted a new phone??? Like in his scenario he had no reason to hide it, if he was who he claims to be he would have given it to Darius right away.

7: The fact that he was the one at the crime scene is suspiscious enough. If it hadn't been deemed a dinosaur attack, he would have been interrogated by the police right away.

So my theory is that:

Brooklynn discovered that someone was doing some horrible things using the DPW to dinosaurs. She pretty much had all the informations, except for one thing: the identity of the person who was doing these things (aka Matteo). Maybe Matteo's daughter is real, and she is the one who told him Brooklynn was getting closer to him (possible she's the one Ben spoke to on DarkJurassic) (or Matteo's lying about that too and is actually really good at tech). The night Brooklynn died was an ambush and he had planned on killing her, but he wasn't actually there, only his subordinates. Brooklynn was saved by someone though, which is why now he is so hell bent on finishing things. When he arrived, he discovered her phone and took it, in case it could be of some use (and maybe to erase all the things she had on him), and that's when Darius arrived. He decided to leave the campers alone since they didn't suspect anything anyway, but when Ben started questioning the night Brook died on Dark Jurassic, he panicked. For the time being he knows Brooklynn didn't tell anything to her friends and probably doesn't know his identity, but he knows that if the campers start investigating, he's in danger. So I think he has two reasons to target them: So that they don't investigate further but the main reason: to make Brooklynn come out of hiding, and to kill her for good (he now has a personal vendetta kind of thing). Maybe he's the one who put the money in her appartment, I'm not sure about that, he might be willing to put the blame on her so that when she reappears everyone will think whatever he is doing was her doing all along (since poor Brooklynn already appears to be suspicious for faking her own death) and that's why he decided to try and gain the trust of the campers.

I think that's about it.

[zzcrypticcoyotezz]

Read your Ian Malcom Nonbinary/genderfluid and now I can't get it out of my head. IT'S SUCH A COOL HEADCANNON THAT I SEE HAPPENING. Can you rant more about it, please? give more scenarios of what your take is LITERALLY ANYTHING GO FERAL. That is all thank you. Also Trans Alan?! yoooooooooo. Love the concept of Ian helping him come out more too. Just GRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

aaaaaa thank you so much!!! AND YES i would be happy to! you're the first person to ever send me a question, i'm so excited my posts are starting to pick up and people like the dumb things i write haha. i've had this rotating in my brain like a microwave for a while so enjoy! doesn't make much sense with my headcanon being that malcolm messes with his gender after the events of JP, but i've been really wanting to reimagine the first scene of them together in the plane and make it extra fruity.

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"So... Are you a man, or a woman, then?" Alan asks, his eyes studying the mathematician carefully. He'd heard of Dr. Ian Malcolm and his work on chaos theory, sure. But he had no idea who the man himself (person?) was. He had absolutely no idea what to expect when he and Ellie boarded the plane, and he still doesn't know.

Ellie, gentle but still firmly elbowed Grant, giving him a glare. "Alan, you can't ask somebody you just met that question!" She whispered, sounding like a mother upset with her unruly son interrupting Sunday school.

Ian laughed, his sharp features curling into a smirk. He loved toying with the paleontologists, supposed men and women of science yet they couldn't wrap their head around someone defying societal gender norms. He leaned forward, his voice smooth, his long fingers gently pushing down the rim of his dark sunglasses revealing his big brown eyes, the windows to the soul some might say, and the makeup he had done that morning. Just something simple and easy to miss, just like his nails painted black or shoes secretly bought from the women's section, but undeniably himself, his style, his expression. He responded, his voice smooth with a hint of flirtation.

"I'm whatever you want me to be."

Alan sputtered. "I- uh, wh... What? What do you mean? That doesn't make any sense!" And Ellie couldn't help but laugh at his confusion. His voice grew quieter. "Pardon me if my wording isn't right, this isn't my expertise, but are you gay? One of those... Uh... Queers? I have no problem with any of it, I'm just looking for clarification."

Dr. Malcolm laughed. "Uhh... I, Well, uh, you could- you could say that, I suppose." The two still looked bewildered. "Here, uh, how about we look at it this way. Gender is.... Hmm... Something, uh, humans made up. A social construct. It doesn't truly matter what clothes we wear or what we put on our skin or how we style our hair. Life's too short to worry about that kind of thing. I'm just me. I'm not a man, or-or a woman, I'm a human being. And we're living things, we can't be put in- organized into a box. Life will always find a way to defy expectations."

Ellie's brows rose. "I actually think I understand. I've never really thought about any of this before, but it makes sense to me." She looked over at Alan. His face wrinkled in deep concentration, grappling with some kind of debate going on inside his head. After a moment, he finally responded.

"I'm sorry- but I'm still confused. How can you not be a man or a woman? The clothes thing, sure, okay, I get it." Before Dr. Malcolm had a chance to answer, Ellie spoke up.

"Just look at nature, Alan. There are definitely more than two genders or sexes. For fungi, there can be tens of thousands! And many animals can even change their gender or sex by themselves. Humans, we aren't separate from nature, we're a part of it. If Dr. Malcolm doesn't fit with either box then I don't see why they can't go past the binary."

Alan was starting to understand, but was still wrestling with a lot of concepts in his head. Things in his life he'd never told anyone before, things Ellie has no idea of. Alan Grant was not born as Alan Grant. Alan Grant wasn't born a man. He knew from the beginning that he wasn't a woman and he could never feel comfortable as one, and he was now dead to his family as they couldn't accept that. They'd rather have a "normal daughter" over a "transsexual for a son". He would lose his career if this came to light. He hasn't spoken to his parents since the day he left home at 18. They returned every letter he wrote.

Yet here now, in front of him, was someone who completely defied expectations. Someone who didn't care what others think. Someone who actively broke the rules. And this wasn't just anyone, but a world renowned mathematician! If a man, no, person of science can feel so comfortable with this part of themself... Then maybe he wasn't some freak of nature or mentally ill. That this is actually a normal human experience, that he wasn't alone or some kind of outlier. His expression softened.

"You're right, Ellie. I... I think I understand now. I apologize, Dr. Malcolm." His voice had a slight shake. Memories were flooding to his mind, memories he didn't want to remember, memories of his youth, and after he was kicked out of his parents' life. How much he'd fought to become the man he is today. How alone he felt, throughout so much of his life. He took in a deep breath, rubbed his temples and wiped his eyes, then cleared his throat, he held out his hand in a greeting. "I'd like to start over."

Ian smiled warmly, reciprocating the handshake. He felt like they have more in common than Grant would like to admit, and things were going to be alright.

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[writingtraumaforever]

Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 3

Notes: Scans are taken, theories are made, home decor is changed..

Summary: Shadow’s home is invaded by both Tails and Sonic now, and they try to get to the bottom of what’s going on with Shadow..

Chapter Select: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

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Why these misfits suddenly thought they had any right to Shadow’s space or home in general was absolutely beyond him. Another thing that was beyond him was why he was putting up with it in the first place.

Yet here he was allowing that obnoxious blue faker to help him down the stairs because apparently the boy-genius fox was waiting in the garage. Shadow was strong enough to walk now, but he wasn’t exactly confident in himself to be able to make it down the stairs without losing his footing. The world was still spinning with too much movement. Luckily, he didn’t even have to pathetically ask for aid; Sonic not even hesitating to put his arm around Shadow’s waist and Shadow’s own arm around the blue hedgehog’s shoulders to be a crutch for him.

He still felt pathetic. But even he knew when he was beat. And falling down the stairs would definitely be the more humiliating scenario of the two.

Walking down the stairs one step at a time, Shadow could feel Sonic’s eyes watching him. Shadow kept his gaze down on their feet, making sure not to trip or skip a step.

“You should really pay attention to the steps if you’re gonna be helping me like this,” Shadow gruffs out, feeling Sonic flinch slightly as if being snapped out of a very deep train of thought by Shadow’s voice.

“I’ve got ya. Don’t worry,” Sonic assures with a little smirk on his lips and it makes Shadow’s eyes roll with a huff.

“If I fall, I’ll kill you.”

“Sheesh,” Sonic mutters with a little pout and quirk of his brow, “Can’t remember the last time I heard you threaten to kill me and actually mean it.”

Shadow just frowns at that. There he goes again talking as if they have some sort of bond that Shadow is completely oblivious to. It’s getting old.

Making it down the stairs, Shadow glances up to see two tails swaying back and forth from around the corner in his living room. He sighs at this, mentally preparing himself for more interactions he frankly doesn’t want to be a part of.

While walking into the living room, he takes notice of the environment… which isn’t something he would typically do in his own home. But upon entering, his eyes were immediately drawn to the picture frame facing away from his current position. It sat on the end table by the couch. He.. didn’t recall having a picture there. In fact, he doesn’t recall having any picture frames at all. Yet, as he looks around, he takes notice in at least three in the living room alone. And a crocheted red and gold colored blanket laying on the back of the couch. And the multiple trinkets lined along the shelves of his book shelves–which held comics he’s never even heard of before.

His brows furrow at all this, confusion growing inside that’s already been seeded in the first place since he woke up. But before he can’t dwell on any of this too long, the fox turns to face them with a wide grin.

“Shadow! You’re awake! We were pretty worried about you.. I visited a few times, but you never woke up..,” the fox frowns towards the end, his ears folding back.

Shadow has a lot of questions from that interaction alone, but he settles on simply asking, “How long was I out??”

“About three days..,” Tails rubs the back of his neck, “I did scans and Amy bandaged you up the best she could. I don’t recall seeing anything about you hitting your head, but Sonic says your memory has been iffy??”

Shadow scowls at that as Sonic carefully moves to help him sit on the couch, “My memory is not iffy. I’m the Ultimate Lifeform. I don’t lose memory.”

Sonic and Tails share a look at that, Sonic’s reading ‘see?’ and Tails’ reading ‘well that was definitely odd’.

Sonic moves to lean against the wall nearby with his arms crossed and a small frown on his muzzle, eyes watching Shadow insistently and unwilling to look away. It would make Shadow squirm except that would show anxiety. And Shadow refuses weakness.

Tails moves back to his bag, pulling out a gizmo that resembles a touch tablet of sorts. It has a fox emblem on it along with a handle to hold for stability. Tails turns to Shadow again, raising it up to which Shadow’s eyes widen a bit and he immediately glowers at the fox.

“What is that??”

“A scanner,” Tails explains a bit awkwardly, as if Shadow should already know this somehow and is just stupid. It makes Shadow even more agitated. “I’m gonna take a look at your head, and maybe take some CE readings if that’s okay??”

“CE readings..?” Shadow questions, relaxing some despite being hesitant to ask any more after Tails called him dumb with his tone and eyes.

“Chaos Energy readings..,” Tails says with another frown, brows furrowed curiously at Shadow, “Yeah, there’s definitely something going on with that noggin’, Shadow..”

Shadow just narrows his eyes at that, but he doesn’t respond. Instead, he stays still this time as Tails lifts his scanner to aim at Shadow’s head. A bright blue light appears and slowly moves down Shadow’s body, beeping a few times before giving a little chime and the light disappearing again.

Tails looks at the scanner and frowns immediately, looking displeased with his findings.

Sonic pipes in then, looking at Tails with an almost angry expression, “How bad is it??”

“That’s just it..,” Tails says with a perplexed look, tapping on his scanner a few times before looking to Sonic again, “It’s.. perfect?”

Shadow huffs, his arms crossing as he smirks at the two, a silent ‘told you’ in his gaze.

Sonic looks at Shadow at that and then looks to Tails again, “There’s gotta be something there, Tails. You see the way he’s acting, something is up.”

Tails shrugs and looks to Shadow then, “There’s no signs of head trauma, his CE levels have stabilized since I last saw him, and his energy seems to be healing his wound at a normal pace for him. He’s peachy.”

Shadow looks to Sonic then, finding the blue hedgehog looking right back with concern and obvious confusion, “I don’t get it.. Maybe scan him again?”

“I don’t need anymore scans,” Shadow growls with a roll of his eyes, tired of playing doctor with these two imbeciles, “What I need is some damn privacy under my own roof.”

Sonic’s lips purse and his eyes widen a bit, looking at Tails again and motioning his hand at Shadow in a, yet again, ‘SEE!?’ sort of way.

Tails just knits his brow at Shadow, placing his gadget back into his bag before speaking, “Maybe what we need isn’t scans, but is some good old fashioned communication.”

Sonic smirks slightly, “Amy’s gonna be bummed she missed this.”

Shadow just scowls at the two, “I am not talking any more to you two. I owe you nothing. And my patience is growing thin–”

“Come on, Shadow,” Sonic plops himself on the couch next to the ebony hedgehog, an arm moving to rest behind him on the back of the couch. Shadow stares at him with wide eyes, appalled at how he’s making himself comfortable in Shadow’s own home. On Shadow’s furniture. “There’s obviously something up. Let’s just have a little conversation, and we’ll leave you alone for a bit. Sound good??”

Shadow grunts at this, looking back to the fox and.. They’re right. Something is off.

Last Shadow checked, Sonic was his rival and Tails was terrified of him. And now his home was being invaded by the two and things were different. Home decor was more colorful and plentiful, memories weren’t lining up.

So after a moment of pondering.. Shadow gives a small nod and a gruff, “Fine. But let’s make this quick..”

Sonic smiles a bit at Shadow’s cooperation, his fingers twitching behind Shadow as if he’s having to hold himself back from touching..

Tails nods at this, moving to sit himself on the chair to the left of the couch and beginning the conversation, “Okay. So I guess the best thing to ask first is.. what do you remember last before you blacked out??”

Shadow ponders this a moment. His assignment had been classified.. but it feels as though that doesn’t matter much at the moment.

“I was at an abandoned GUN facility. We had gotten security scans of Eggman’s drones sniffing about, and I was sent in to clear them out.”

The more he spoke, the more Tails and Sonic looked genuinely lost.

“I was ambushed. It had to have been a setup. I’m still not sure what the doctor was doing snooping around there. I rigged the place to blow up, so he couldn’t get whatever information he was trying to. This backfired, however, when he unleashed more of his bots on me. They were nothing I couldn’t handle, but given I had less than a minute to get out, this became difficult.. I didn’t have an emerald with me.. but I did have the synthetic one the fox created.”

Tails’ arms cross at that, brows furrowing as he listens to Shadow’s story, “…So you used the fake chaos emerald to chaos control out??”

“Yes,” Shadow nods simply, “I remembered Sonic had achieved this once before.., so I knew it was possible.”

Sonic just looks at Shadow with his mouth a bit scrunched up and his brows furrowed in thought. Shadow can’t help but think smoke is gonna start coming out of his hears with how hard he’s thinking.

“…Shadow, none of that happened,” Sonic eventually says with a glance to Tails who nods in agreement.

Shadow looks between the two before huffing in slight frustration, “Yes. It did. You asked me to cooperate with you and talk, and now you’re telling me I made it all up?”

“I didn’t say that,” Sonic says with a defensive hand raising, “I’m just saying… that’s-… not at all what happened before you blacked out.”

“You.. hate GUN,” Tails says with a scratch to his own head, “You’d never work with them. Not to mention you weren’t alone, we were all there with you as well.”

“Who’s ‘we’??” Shadow questions, trying not to get overwhelmed with where this conversation is turning.

“The team,” Sonic answers with a quirk of his brow, “Tails, me, Ames, Knucks.. you. We were all there. We were investigating a facility thought to have been built by Eggman to see what he was up to, and things went-.. south..”

Sonic’s ears fold back a bit, looking away as though he felt guilt when he said this.

Tails takes the liberty to explain further, “You took a hit for Sonic. An explosion. The blast knocked us all back, and you were out of sight for a good little bit before we found you knocked out in the rubble. Sonic brought you back here where Amy bandaged you up, and I ran some scans.. your CE levels were.. through the roof.”

Shadow stares at the two a long moment and then looks down at his own hands. His dirtied gloves and the bandage around his torso..

Looking back to the fox, he speaks, “You’re the smart one.. What’s your theory on what is happening??..”

Tails frowns a bit, looking at Sonic who is looking right back at him expectantly before looking back to Shadow with a sigh,

“I… don’t think you’re Shadow.”

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo is streaming! His model is dressed in a Sonic the Hedgehog jacket, a white shirt with a Trans colored unicorn, black short-shorts, over the knee blue socks, his mask, and white/blue sneakers. He's on his inflatable blue chair. River is sitting in a inflatable ring slowly spinning. He's playing Stardew Valley and currently attempting to see how far he can get in the Skull Caverns.

Leo: So recently, since Dad went on a vacation, me and my bro tried to find anything interesting among his collection of stuff from when he was in the film industry. And you would not believe what we found!!

Chat is excited, and asking for the answer.

Leo: So apparently there was an attempt to make a Lou Jitsu family sitcom!

Chat is a bit confused, but also amazed by this information.

Leo: Yeah, they never made it, but Pops has alot of the pre-production stuff, like the pilot script prototype. So apparently it was a family based sitcom where Lou Jitsu was going to be the Dad who was once a champion martial artist, who would teach his kids life lessons, and how to kick butt, that part was considered too problematic with parents.

Some of the chat said they could see kinda how it would work, but yeah it wouldn't fly with the parents that would be worried about their kids copying everything.

Leo: There was some notes on who the show runners wanted to cast, like apparently they wanted Tang Shen to be the Mom? Don't know how well that would work, but hey the biggest set back would've been casting the kids! They would've had to find like 2 to 3 at least vaguely Asian kids to teens to act as the kids to make it somewhat believable!

Chat is in some confused agreement, some pointing out how hard it was for Aisian actors during that time, let alone finding child actors!

River: Not to mention how they would seriously mess up the trying to represent an average Asian household, or how they believe it would be. Though Lou didn't really seem embrace his heritage much.

Leo: Yeah, many good points, heck we barely know much about how the star actor wanted this to happen, but it's still very funny to think about. Well it would probably work in the current way they make shows, but not as well.

River: Oh yeah, there was a few shows where they had the main characters be martial artists, but they would have to make Lou the Grandpa!

Leo: Wonder whatever happened to the guy? Oh shhhh-oot it's late, I didn't get as far as last time. Back to the farm before I pass out.

The topic was changed, but there was lots of conspiracy theories being tossed around in the chat. Yes, Leo was proud of the slight chaos he caused in the chat, and purposefully left them hanging.

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Masterpost

I took way to long editing all my posts to add color.

[angelosearch]

My little writing progress journal...

Well, today is my first day of class. And Chaos Theory isn't done. I missed the deadline. I spent so many hours writing in the last few weeks, and I still missed the deadline.

One issue is that the more I write, the more there is to write. There are little bits of the story that didn't interest me before that I want to follow the threads of. And, I think, to tie up the end effectively, I'm going to think more about how I will handle part 5. It was just supposed to be four chapters, including the epilogue, but there might be more to it than that.

I've also been stuck writing two very important and action-packed chapters. One might shake out to be 15k words, and I may post it as a spin-off one-shot instead. The other is basically a super long fight scene that I have a lot of cool ideas for. but guys. Figuring out the order of operations in an extended fight is hard. For the first time since I started CT, I wish I could go back to my undergrad and ask my writing professors how to handle this stuff. I know I can figure it out, but it's going to take some time.

And editing! I've been editing stuff like crazy, even the chapters that I was really happy with. I think I've sat with them too long haha.

Lastly, I really put my media blinders on to do all this writing, and so my well has run a little dry. I need to gather some more input to produce compelling output. I also had to step away from CT and write a one-shot for Squall's birthday.

So I posted Chapter 28. I have Chapter 29 written, but it needs to be edited (again). I will hopefully publish it on Friday, but we'll see. Chapter 30 is written and will probably need less editing than 29, but it ends on (maybe) the biggest cliffhanger of CT, so I will want to wait to post it until Chapter 31 is almost done (so the wait between chapters isn't too long).

Chapters 31/32 are a mess (and one of those might become a spin-off). After that, I have a plan for the rest, a few major scenes prepared, and most or all of the last chapter written, plus the epilogue. But I may end up with closer to 40 chapters total.

So... It is going to be hard, but I am determined to balance writing with school/my internship. I will not give up on this project, but updates will definitely slow. And don't be surprised if I write more one-shots and/or finish A Sorceress Awakens before I complete CT, because they will be probably be easier to write when I only have a little time.

As always, I will keep reporting my progress here. For those of you who are on the Chaos Theory train, thank you for reading and your patience and support! I hope you don't mind bearing with me while I take my time landing this plane.

Feel free to bully me in my ask box if I don't talk about CT for a while!! I am unfortunately prone to getting distracted when projects are close to done, but I am also a people pleaser and very responsive to stuff like that, haha.

[echojays]

── .✦ distinguished guest

✮ . ⠂ the under presents

wc; 2.6k

summary; you work as the acting manager for the under when the mc refuses to do so. it's exhausting.

warnings; like. suicidal ideation if you SQUINT. otherwise all good in the hood !!!!

a/n; hi gang. guess who's never published on tumblr before (mee !! it's me !!!!) so if this is formatted horribly or just generally ass. give me grace. i am learning. this game actually has me rolling around like a lunatic bouncing off the walls it is SO scrumptious . idek how to tag this it's such a niche piece of writing LMFAO. to all seven tup fans out there if you've seen this on ao3 no you have not !! haha. what are you talking about. anyways.

— — —

Your days always begin with chaos. 

The sun never sets, which in turn means your sleep schedule isn’t defined by night and day, but is instead defined by when you can no longer will yourself to keep moving. Your hours of nonstop work are often ended by the loud thump of your body hitting your mattress. The curtains close. Fade to black. 

The Under never slows down. There are always a million Timesprites buzzing about, breaking things and summoning things and throwing shit around. When the “open for eternity” business model of the Under meets your struggling sleep schedule, there is no good time to wake up. Shit is always going down. Or up, depending on how much magic the Timesprites manage to throw around. It doesn’t really matter which direction it’s going. You’ll still be tasked with cleaning it up. 

The absence of rest is horrible news for you, but great news for the MC, who practically writhes whenever there’s not something exciting happening for him to watch. You’ve watched him bounce around spacetime far longer than any other Timesprite has, and the entire time you’ve never seen him slow. He’s an unstoppable force. You’re just the unlucky thing he’s dragging along. 

He’s a peculiar man— if you can even call him that— one you’ve tried to unravel for however long you’ve been in the Under. The two of you are certainly close, you’ve spilled your guts to him several times in the lulls between work. Your work, it should be specified. You’re not sure he’s ever applied himself to any situation. Ever. 

Exhausted, and sometimes drunk, you’ll talk talk talk. Sometimes you’ll tell him you love him and you hate him and you wish you were dead, but most times it’s just yearning. You want to go back home. He looks around your room as you talk yourself to sleep, gaze drifting from the items you’ve found and been gifted from Timesprites. He’ll finally look at you when you finally go silent and wonder if he’s condemned you despite your innocence. Then he’s gone. 

The promise of eternity tends to force feelings out of a person like that, but he never discusses anything of his past. You have your theories of course, the same ones whispered amongst the actors and Timesprites, but nothing’s ever certain. 

You hear the whispers about him. You hear just about every damn word uttered in the space you look over, so it’s no wonder you’re in on all of the gossip. The loyalties, the betrayals, all of the silly little factions and groups that waddle about, all of the buzz floats around the space like nothing. But when the discussions grow quieter, and the heads tilt down, you can tell the topic’s changed. You lower your head too and near the muttering. You have your two cents, after all. 

I heard someone talking backstage, Sean muttered, turning to you as you handed him his blazer behind the curtain. Talking about Him. They said that when he gets bored with the acts, he just turns them to mud. You laughed at that, and this seemed to ease Sean’s mind a little. You’re the one that knows the most around here, the source of comfort for the acts and the residents that risk fading away. The highest rung on the ladder people genuinely trust. Most of them just want to go home. You gave up that a long time ago.  You watched Sean’s eyes crease into a soft smile as he threw his blazer on. Kind of funny, huh? You nodded, peeling back the curtain for him and watching him walk on stage, the smile slowly fading from your lips. 

The MC is usually the one to wake you up, letting you know about a situation unfolding somewhere in the Main Stage before it gets too bad. He’s the one to wake you up today. 

There’s a knock at your door, and you turn in your bed, staring at a poster on the wall. It’s an artist’s rendition of Gerald. Oh, how you’d kill for a day without a mention of that fucking dolphin.

You meditate on your hatred for a second. It slowly slips away as your eyes drift closed.

There’s the knock again, and this time, the MC’s voice carries under the door. “The chandelier broke.” He announces unceremoniously, handing you the first task of the day. “Not the hour this time, a Timesprite—”

“Yeah.” You blurt, stretching and fumbling for your mask beside you. “Yeah, I’ll get on it.”

“You’re great.” He praises, but you can tell by his tone it’s not something he really means. You think about suffocating yourself in your pillow. “I’ll be around.”

There’s a noise from outside, a light whoosh, and you figure he’s gone. 

You wonder how exactly the chandelier broke. You wonder what exactly ‘broke’ entails. You wonder if he just stood there and watched it happen.

He probably did. 

You know he did. 

You slink out of bed with a long sigh.

You throw the mirror a sideways glance, then let your gaze linger for a few more moments as you sling your robe over your shoulders. When you try to remember what you looked like in the Over, you’re usually unsuccessful. So instead, you stare at the form you’ve been granted, simple and lifeless. Whatever grip you had on what you once were seems to slip away.

— — —

Standing over the foyer from one of the above balconies, it’s easy to tell what happened with the chandelier. You think about how “The Chandelier fell and crushed four dining tables,” would have been a more accurate statement. 

A giant onion lays a few yards away from the mess of crystal, sparkling shards sticking out and catching the lights from the stage.

‘Somebody threw a big ass onion at the chandelier,’ would have also sufficed. 

Go fucking figure. Granted, it’s something you probably would have done when you were still green. When your mask was a toy and the whole Under was yours to explore.

You take your mask off and drag a hand down your face before getting to work.

The few Timesprites that notice and recognize you as you step into the foyer take a moment to fix a few plates and vases with you, but as soon as you turn to assess the chandelier, they all seem to conveniently scatter. Much to your dismay, the entire chandelier doesn’t fit on the inside of your mask. 

The magic in the building isn’t buzzing like it usually is at the top of the hour, so the job is much harder to do. You finally make the decision to shrink the chandelier in order to fit it onto your mask and repair it then, before blowing it back up again and fixing it up to the ceiling. It takes a good moment for you to figure all this out, including how the hell to rig it back up to where it had fallen from, but after a long moment of sweat and tears and cursing so loud the performers on stage pause to watch, the foyer is free of broken glass and fallen chandeliers. 

There’s a brief moment of quiet. The only thanks the Under will ever give you.

As you turn to go backstage, you watch a Timesprite chuck an onion at Apple Pie Bundy. 

You thank the Timesprite under your breath and slip into the shadows behind the curtain.

— — —

The MC looks over at you from the small model hotel that he’s inspecting. Your offer for another Timeloop, one you’d snatched up and polished with Coleman’s help. You were proud of it. Everything was ironed out and ready to be put on display for the guests. All he had to do was nod.

He stares at you for a moment, watching you stand there, entirely still, expectant. Eager. You, at least, still have a purpose in this place, even if it’s just doing what you’re told. Though you’ll never be able to tell, he enjoys watching you flit around, snapping at the guests and the actors, disbanding whatever mess is stirring up before the whole building comes down. What’s left of it, at least.

You think the fire inside you is down to an ember, but he disagrees. He sees it when you yell, and when you cuss, and when you come to him after a tireless day of work and babble nonsense about the Over. 

He watches it flare up whenever a new act is brought in, your efforts to accommodate whichever poor soul is trapped here. He watches you care, and something in him starts to do the same. 

“You’re going to work yourself to death.” He chimes. You stifle a groan as he quickly juts off-topic. “I almost didn’t wake you up this morning. I wanted to see what would happen if you got a full night's rest.”

“You’re the one who watched it happen.” You mutter, eyes flicking down to the hotel you wish he’d focus on. “You could have saved me the trouble and stopped it.”

He just shrugs, mask perking up to the door as the opening notes of Wet Food carry in from down the hall. He stares out for a moment as he listens. “Everyone seemed to be having a good time. I’m not one to stop guests from having their fun.”

You struggle to find cohesion in whatever point he’s trying to make. “Mhm.”

He’s never been a buzzkill, this you know. A bit of a suck up, at least to the Timesprites, letting them do anything they want as long as they have their fun and sing praises to the place. 

“My point is—” He chimes, turning back to you. “You’re worrying too much about everything. In a place like this, things are always happening. People are just having fun.” He waves a hand through the air with purpose, as if it’s proving his point even more. “You need to relax.”

“I’ve done everything else. The only thing left for me to do is worry.” 

He pauses at that, then looks down at the small hotel in his hands. For once, he’s out of witty banter.

“Sorry.” You blurt, even though you’re not entirely sure what you’re sorry for. There’s an awkward silence that has you shifting your weight between your feet. 

“Tell me about the hotel.” 

“Oh—” You perk up, looking down at the hotel and then up at him. Right. “—it starts when a storm comes through the Florida Keys.”

— — —

Scratch stands beside you as you watch the MC introduce an act on stage. The two of you watch his form saunter around the spotlight with little amusement. The charisma wears off after a few years. He recycles jokes. He laughs at nothing to fill silence. His confidence is becoming very quickly aggravating. 

You turn to Scratch, taking a sip of your drink. “What’s the thing you miss most?”

“From the Over?” 

You nod, and he leans back on his heels, letting out a hum as he thinks. “My hair.”  

You laugh at that. Good answer.

He turns to face you fully, echoing your question back at you. “What do you miss the most?”

You know your answer. “Genuine nature, I think. Like, actual birds and trees and stuff. Not… artificial.”

He nods, humming in approval. “You should rig a little something something, get a Timeloop in the forest somewhere.” He nudges you with his elbow, and you grin. You could if you wanted to, but you’re not sure how much that would console you. It would be the same as a window from a prison cell. You can look out, but you’ll always be trapped. 

The curtains part, and you both stare at Helvetica and Tina as they do the same act they’ve performed for what you can only assume has been years. There’s a long beat before Scratch speaks.

“You don’t think we’ve all died and gone to hell, do you?”

You’re not entirely paying attention to him anymore. The question catches you off guard. “Hm?”

Scratch turns to face you fully. “What if this is hell?”

You shake your head. You’ve thought about this, too. “People can get out of here. There’s always the opportunity to leave.” He tilts his head at that, and you continue. “You know, really die. Turn to mud, rest your soul. All that shit. They don’t have that in hell.”

He considers this for a moment, before turning back to the stage. It’s hard to read a skeleton’s face, but you can assume he probably understands. Silence settles over you as you both watch the act. He draws a breath like he’s about to say something but stops before anything leaves his mouth. Another bout of silence. You can tell there’s something he wants to ask, and you’re almost certain you know what it is. 

“Can you die?” 

There it is.

You draw a breath, a shaky one, and he turns again to make sure he’s not said anything wrong. You’re still watching the act as you shake your head.

“Nope.”

— — —

You had a habit of telling yourself you weren’t really tired until it was too late. Usually a staff member would help you to your room, but this time around, it’s the MC who you’re stumbling down the hall with. He watches you in silence as you fumble with your doorknob three, four, five times before the door finally opens. 

You collapse onto the bed. “Thanks.” You mutter into your pillow, not even bothering to shed your cloak as you quickly go still.

He closes the door, leaning into it as it shuts. “Good night.” 

He doesn’t sleep like you do, or drink, or eat. Dreadfully human things, something neither the acts nor a large lot of the Timesprites do. 

Despite the drastic differences, there was still solidarity between everybody else there. They were all in the shit together, thanks to him. Somebody had to keep it all running, had to keep the chaos at bay, and that someone just so happened to be you.

He figures if you had been brought in later, it probably wouldn’t have unfolded the way it did. If he had brought in any one else before you, you probably wouldn’t have been brought in at all. There was nothing interesting about you, at least not in the way that most people were in the Under. You couldn’t sing or dance or perform. You weren’t anything extravagant, you just were. 

The reason your unlabeled job had been handed to you was dumb luck. You were the first human brought into the Under, but you weren’t picked with any intention. You were here before Timesprites. Before anyone else but him. Before he’d really cracked the system, and before he had any clue what he was doing. 

You were a first attempt, a shoddy and misguided try. His first reach into the Over, just to see what would happen, and he happened to grab onto you.

It was a long time of adjusting, of course, but after a while you settled into the place and took it upon yourself to manage the things that he seemed to not care about at all. You coordinated the acts and helped log the staff, you shuffled around and handled all of the dirty work around the Under that he was too distracted to even think about doing.

He wonders, for a moment, if the Under could take a break. Just for a day— maybe an Over holiday or otherwise— to let you sleep in. A day where the chandelier doesn’t fall and the curtain never opens to serve as the ‘thank you’ he’ll never say to your face. 

There’s a moment of silence as he slows in the hallway, and then he chuckles to himself. 

What a ludicrous idea.

The show must go on, and you’ll just have to come along with it.

[itsbebebe]

So I got bored and decided to binge rewatch some deltarune theory videos and now I'm writing this i guess. I dont hang out too much in the deltarune tumblr tags so idk how much of this is spewing well agreed ideas already but...

Its interesting to me how susie and noelle have this sort of order v chaos thing in terms of their narrative roles. (This is looking like a long post so ill be kind and add a cut here)

Susie is like the character that drills the "your choices dont matter" concept into you (the player - if im referring to kris in this post ill use their name). Not only is she the first to say it but the main times where you make a choice and it doesnt matter are because theyre stopped by susie. Iirc, the only power you have over susie in her segments in both chapters are in puzzle solving (something that actively aids her in her goal). During both the lancer battle and the ferris wheel scene you cannot change what happens. You just have to sit there and watch. Not only that, but susie also can straight up override your decisions in moments like when you try and decide who to go with at the crossroads in chapter 2. You also cannot stop Susie fighting at the start of chapter 1. Some of the few choices that you do make (how you design the thrash machine in chapter 1, speaking to onion san in chapter 1 in hometown) are specifically done when susie isnt around to stop you.

Susie, intentionally or not, forces some order upon the story. She helps force the beads down their designated path, or whatever that metaphor in the hospital is.

However, in chapter 2, susie, by her own choice, leaves for a while and its our new party member who allows us to make a big choice that will matter. Snowgrave. Ive seen people point out before that the snowgrave route really parallels noelles history with game bugs (shown mainly through the sweepstakes blog posts) as the route feels like a game break. In fact it is a game break, considering you are supposed to not have any meaningful choices and do the normal route. It sort of makes it seem like Noelle herself facillitated the route. Not only that, but Noelle (likely due to insecurities in her relationship with Kris) lets you make a lot of choices when you are with her. (I think it could even been argued noelles presence allows you to override susies tendency to stop you making choices in the cutscene at the start of chapter 2).

So Noelle allows you to make the choices, allows the chaos. Susie keeps you on a set road, enforces the order.

This is a fun frame on their relationship. If you told me there was 2 characters, one of which was a girl who was a known rulebreaker and bully and the others was a girl who was top of her class and the mayors daughter, and asked me to tell you which one was chaos and which one was order, i would get it wrong! (It also seems like a good framework to throw some tragedy upon their relationship but lets not think about that rn)

But now if you are anything like me you will be thinking "where do ralsei and kris (as our other 2 established main characters) fall onto this chaos v order paradigm we have established?"

Lets start with kris, as their position feels more quantifiable. Kris does what you tell them. By our established parameters that should make them more chaos leaning. However, Kris will actively stop you from affecting how each chapter ends. This suggests that they want some sort of order, or control over you but will allow you most of the time to make decisions, and allow chaos.

This suggests Kris is order leaning but chaos permitting.

Ralsei, meanwhile, i dont think sits on the paradigm as we have established it. He wants the prophecy to be fulfilled but he wants us to make changes that lead there. He gets upset when Kris is unable to make choices but firmly believes we must fulfill the prophecy. What ralsei does and doesnt know about Kris or us is vague and unknown, and therefore by extension how he feels about Kris and us is vague and unknown.

So is he more order - forcing us to do specific things and stopping us from having meaningful choices in the story? Not really... But then is he more chaos - allowing us to make big changes? In a sort of apathetic, not really bothered way maybe. All in all, i think Ralsei falls outside of the scale, as he has a very unique relationship with us and Kris.

Generally, choices and chaos and order are all very big themes in deltarune. So i think its interesting to link the two together like this.

[farfromstrange]

Update

Okay, now that I've got your attention. Listen up.

Just kidding. (Not really.) I have some actual updates that you might want to read.

Good news for all of my fellow Michael Kinsella lovers: I finished rewriting and editing the next chapter of Chaos Theory! It has been a while since I watched the show, so I need a bit more time to reread it once more and check how it sounds. I don't want to disappoint. If all goes well, I can post it later tonight. Thank you for being so patient with me!

Also good news for all of my Foreigner's God readers: I have scrapped the first draft of chapter 55, which is a very good thing because that means I have finally identified why I hated it so much in the first place, and I'm currently in the process of writing it again. It's already flowing so much better, so I think I might be able to finish it by the end of tomorrow or, at the latest, Saturday!

Not so good news for my Total Eclipse Of The Heart readers: I have not come around to writing for that series, and I'm still trying to find a way to reign the plot back in before it can run away from me. I'm also trying everything to get some vampire inspiration, so that might take another week, but I promise, I'm rereading and I'm trying to give you what you've been waiting for. This series has turned out to be quite a beast, so I need to figure stuff out a bit more before I can put new chapters out for this one. But I promise, it won't be too long.

And to everyone else following me and my writing, I also have some news: There is an announcement for something I've been working on also coming later tonight! (Hint: It's a Matt Murdock fic). Plus, I have finally managed to agree on a vague idea for a Spencer Reid fic, but that will still take some time to plan. But I do have a plot and I do have a backstory, so that is also (kind of) good news for those of you who are curious about my jump back into Criminal Minds.

For those of you who have sent in requests back when they were still open: I'm trying to finish them. I'm so sorry for the long wait, but life tends to get in the way.

I have also gotten requests long after I closed them, and to those who have sent in requests anyway, I will still try to work through them, but you will have to wait until those who have requested while my inbox was still open have got their fics. It's only fair. I hope you understand.

Anyway, that was all (I think). I love you guys, and take care.

Thanks for reading this. You can scramble now. Bye!

[mama-qwerty]

Hei. Do you think there’s version of Knuckles that’s immortal? In some versions he was possible created by the Master Emerald and is her child/vessel/guardian, so I think the ME keeps him alive infinitely for protection, entertainment (gets boring being alone) and caretaking of Angel island (and occasionally the world).

I am an equal opportunity Knuckles enjoyer! I love all versions of the boy, from cryptid-esque mainline!Knux, to buff himbo Boom!Knux, to different-backstory-but-equally-adorable movie!Knux, to over-the-top almost self-destructive Dread. My beloved.

So, I am very familiar with the headcanon/fan theory that the ME actually created mainline!Knuckles, and he's not quite right. He's not a normal echidna, and holds many (again, fan headcanoned) quirks and abilities that come with being an ME created person.

He is able to sense, and control, the chaos energy that surrounds all things. He himself is just filled to the brim with it, but he never draws on it, as that would make him dangerously OP in battles. But he could, if he really needed to.

His connection to the ME is different from any other guardian before him, because he was created by the ME itself. His tether to it is stronger, as they are, in essence, one in the same. He's her avatar, her connection to the mortal plane, and maybe through him, she can understand mortals a little better than she had before. Time is meaningless for a giant magic rock, but through Knuckles, she can see the ripples created through the actions of a few special souls.

So, as a 'child' of the Master Emerald, is Knuckles immortal? There's a very good chance he is. The incredible amount of chaos within him would keep him healthy, keep him fit, keep him strong and capable of guarding the ME for as long as she deems it. She is immortal, an object without start or end, so it stands to reason that she would make him to be as long-lasting as she is.

Now, that doesn't mean Knuckles has 'always been'. I'm not sure how long ago she created him, but I have a fic theorizing how that went. Maybe she created him hundreds of years ago. Or maybe she created him when she felt the upcoming birth of Sonic. (She can see all of time, and that hedgehog's influence in the time stream must seem like dropping a boulder in a puddle.)

Sonic himself seems to be a force of chaos, the unpredictable wind that behaves however he pleases, so she created Knuckles as the counter to try and temper Sonic's unpredictability. The mountain to Sonic's chaotic influence. She was ignorant in the ways of mortals, after all, and what she saw was a little hog being a big source of disturbance. She needed her avatar to try and reign in the boy in.

Little did she know that Sonic's influence would have an effect on her guardian.

Sonic taught Knuckles how to enjoy life. And that sometimes you have to leave where you're most comfortable to fight the bigger evil.

It's entirely possible that Knuckles is immortal, and he'll watch his friends pass on, one by one. Maybe they'll fall in battle, fighting Eggman or whatever evil threatens their home and other innocents. Maybe they'll pass when they've grown old, surrounded by loved ones, secure in the knowledge they've kept the planet safe for future generations.

But Knuckles will remain.

And maybe he'll want to keep his memories, holding them dear to his heart as he goes on, teaching their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren, passing on the knowledge he'd gained over the years.

And maybe he'll beg the ME to take his memories. Keep them safe, but please, please take them. They hurt him too much, to remember what he's lost. To know that his friends all grew old, and he stayed young and healthy. To watch as their light flickered and went out, as his continued to burn solid and bright.

He has fought countless battles, defeated untold enemies.

But one he can't defeat is grief.

And he can't deal with it. Not now. It hurts. It hurts too much. He doesn't want to feel this, doesn't want to make new friends if this is how it feels when he ultimately outlasts them.

And maybe the ME does take his memories. And things are fine for a while.

But then, one day, a newcomer arrives on Angel Island. Perhaps a descendant of one of his first friends. And they seem familiar to Knuckles, somehow, but he tries to get rid of them. They're stubborn, though. They remain and talk to him, telling him of the stories passed down, of the guardian of the Master Emerald, the one who fought all those years ago, alongside the other heroes of Mobius. Did he know that guardian?

And maybe Knuckles pauses. He didn't want to remember. But they came anyway, as the ME gently replaces just a few at first. Just the ones he needed to remember.

And he nods and says, "I am he. I knew them."

Which starts a new connection with new friends, born of his old.

And life will go on for the immortal guardian. And he will live for those who have moved on.

Because that is all he can do.

But maybe . . . maybe that is what he was truly made for.