#and one of them died and no matter how many times we reset and tried again we couldn't save her

[graysongraysoff]

Had very scary/sad dreams all night :(

[imtrashraccoon]

Hello everyone!

Next Day

A month ago I saw a post by @scrambledmeggys (I hope you don't mind me tagging you!) for a month's worth of prompts for Self Shipping with UF! Papyrus. I originally wanted to try my hand at art but I am much better at writing imo, so here is what I've come up with so far!

I missed Day 1 so now I'm uploading that and Day 2 at the same time. I'm planning on continuing to write a continuous storyline with these prompts but I am pretty much making things up as I go lol.

Edit: I actually drew something for this chapter here if you want to check it out!

Day 1: First Meeting

You walked carefully through the snow, cringing slightly from the loud crunching sound it made, interrupting the otherwise quiet winter morning.

You were in a tough spot to say the least.

The fall had been an accident. One moment, your little friend was innocently kicking stones down the sink hole, and the next, they'd slipped and fell in. Of course, you'd tried your hardest to catch them but then you lost your balance and plunged in after them.

Against all odds, you'd both survived the fall. While your friend had thankfully only sustained a few small cuts, especially because you managed to shield them from the impact, you on the other hand had hit your head pretty hard. The bleeding had stopped by now but you still felt weak and rather lightheaded.

Still, you had to keep going. You had to find a way to get Frisk back to the surface. They were still a child, barely six, and had their whole life ahead of them afterall.

Speaking of, Frisk lightly tapped your shoulder and you paused so they could tell you what was on their mind. Shifting them from your back around your body until you were facing them, you flashed them a small smile.

"What happened?" you asked quietly.

Frisk's face reflexively screwed up. "You died again..." they signed slowly.

Your smile fell. "I'm sorry..." you murmured and let out a sigh.

You didn't understand how or why, but ever since falling down here, Frisk had seemingly developed an amazing power that allowed them to reset time to previous safe points. They didn't really know how to explain it but they claimed it was sort of like reloading a video game.

You didn't know how many times you'd apparently died so far, as Frisk hadn't been keeping track. You were instead focusing on doing your best to keep moving forward. Still, you were pretty concerned for them.

While you didn't remember any of your deaths up to this point, you knew Frisk did and while neither of you was discussing it, you knew this was something that would need to be dealt with. Once you got back to the surface, you would need to get therapy and figure out how to do the same for Frisk. They would definitely benefit from it at least.

Frisk patted your shoulder and you realized you'd zoned out. "It's alright, I'm getting used to it." They smiled but you knew it was a forced one.

"I promise I will keep you safe. No matter what happens, we will get through this together," you said.

Frisk nodded and their expression took on a more determined look.

You took a deep breath. "Let's do this again then," you muttered and started to shift Frisk back into a piggyback hold.

"Watch out for the skeleton up ahead," Frisk signed before wrapping their arms around your shoulders again.

You raised an eyebrow. Was that who'd killed you? Frisk hadn't elaborated further but you didn't blame them. You'd died a couple times to the traps in the Ruins and many times during your escape from Toriel. Many of those had apparently been pretty grisly if how shaken Frisk had been afterwards was any indication.

< ~ - . - ~ >

Someone was stalking you. While you were trying not to think about it, you were getting pretty anxious. Frisk hadn't said anything else so you just focused on continuing forwards.

Until you came to a narrow bridge with wooden bars across it that is. While you could still get through the gap between the bars with little effort, before you could do so, you heard footsteps approaching from behind you.

Frisk tightened their hold on your shoulders and you quickly turned around to put yourself between them and this new person.

It was a skeleton but not quite like what human skeletons looked like. He was only slightly taller than you were, but his bones seemed thicker and sturdier which gave him quite a bit of added bulk.

He was wearing a gray hoodie with a fur fringe, a red turtle neck sweater underneath, a pair of basketball shorts, and a pair of high tops. His smile was filled with sharp teeth, one of which was gold, and there was a pair of crimson pinpricks in his otherwise empty eye sockets that regarded you suspiciously.

"well, well, what have we here?" he drawled as his eyelights flickered over your body.

You narrowed your eyes in response, feeling a wave of disgust at the way he was eyeing you up. "My eyes are up here, thank you very much," you muttered through grit teeth.

The skeleton chuckled, "ah, my bad." He held out his right hand and added, "name's sans, sans the skeleton. and you are?"

Before you could actually shake his hand though, Frisk squeezed your shoulder. You assumed they were warning you not to, so you didn't.

"Rihanna," you said in response.

Sans raised a bonebrow when you left him hanging but seemed ultimately unbothered, which was a relief. "i'd say it's nice to meet ya, but that'd be a lie," he said and flashed a slightly menacing grin at you.

If you weren't holding Frisk, you would've crossed your arms, so instead you just gave him an unamused look.

Sans chuckled and started to walk around you, "ya know, i'm supposed to be on the look out for humans right now, but i don't really care about capturin' anyone."

You remained facing him as he walked until you'd essentially swapped places. You held Frisk a bit closer as well, just in case you'd have to run.

"now my brother, Papyrus, well, he's a human huntin' fanatic," Sans continued. He glanced through the wooden fence and added, "go on through, he made the bars too wide to stop anyone anyways." He turned and strode casually across the bridge as if to demonstrate.

You glanced at Frisk over your shoulder and they nodded. Well, at least he didn't seem like he wanted to immediately kill you like most monsters you'd met so far. So you followed him, although you maintained a safe distance just to be on the safe side.

Sans paused near a wooden booth up ahead and looked further down the path. As you walked over to him, he made a quiet "huh" sound. "ya know what, i think that's my brother comin' this way now..." There was a slightly amused tinge to the tone of his voice as he spoke which sent a wave of irritation through you.

You glanced over where he was looking and immediately spotted a tall skeleton wearing black armour with red accents approaching. Even from this distance, you could tell he was pissed and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Frisk squirmed in your grip to be let down and while you didn't want to let go of them, you relented and let go. They thankfully stayed behind you and clutched onto one of your pant legs.

You knelt down next to them and ruffled their fluffy hair a little. Flashing them a small smile, you whispered, "We doing this?"

Frisk got a familiar determined look and nodded. "I'll help you! I think we can talk him down if you say the right things."

You chuckled and stood up again, ready to face this new opponent. You could get through this, in fact, you would get through this...for Frisk's sake.

Papyrus certainly looked familiar and part of you wondered if he was actually the one who'd killed you last time. It would make sense, as he definitely looked more dangerous than Sans.

He was at least a foot taller than you were and looked quite a bit different from his brother. He still had sturdy bones but his frame was a lot more angular compared to Sans' more bulky look. He had sharp teeth as well, although his eyelights were a slightly different shade, maybe a scarlet? His left eye socket also had two long scars across it, presumably from a fight.

Besides his black chestplate, Papyrus also wore long red gloves, a red scarf that was more of a cape, and tall red boots with heels surprisingly. If you weren't battling to remain calm, you probably would've complimented his bold fashion sense. You didn't know of anyone else who could look so menacing and...hot at the same time.

"Sans! You Lazybones! You Have Not Reset Your Traps Yet Today! What If A Human Comes..." He paused mid rant when he took in your appearance.

Sans bristled and the corners of his smile fell slightly. He seemed like he was about to retort in kind but stopped himself.

Papyrus narrowed his eye sockets at you as if he was scrutinizing your appearance. He slowly strode forward, stopping a few feet away from you. "Why Does It Feel Like I Have Met You Before, Human?" he asked in a chillingly quiet tone.

You stared up at him unblinkingly and crossed your arms. "I could ask the same actually..." you answered.

Papyrus glanced at Sans, who merely shrugged. "don't ask me, bro," he hissed.

Frisk tugged at your pant leg to get your attention. When you glanced down, they quickly signed what was on their mind. "Flirt with him."

You had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from retorting and drawing too much attention. Why would they suggest such a thing? Where had this child even picked up the concept of flirting? If this worked, you were going to have a serious discussion with them at some point.

"So, Papyrus," you started to say, catching his attention once again. "Do you have more bones than the average human or would you like to find out?" You mentally kicked yourself for that one but tried to maintain face and batted your eyelashes at him.

Papyrus stared at you for a solid five seconds before the meaning of your question seemed to set it. A dusting of scarlet flickered across his cheekbones and he stepped back from you, covering his mouth as he did so.

You smiled and stepped slightly closer to him. Feeling slightly bolder, you called upon everything you had learned from sucking up to college professors and your boss.

"If I may be so bold, I think you also look very cool. Like seriously, humans dress so boring in comparison." You made a bit of a show of looking him up and down, nodding approvingly. "I'm actually jealous of how cool you are."

Papyrus opened his mouth to respond but quickly closed it. The scarlet blush wasn't disappearing no matter how hard he probably wished it would. He stammered and stepped back again.

"You... Your Flattery Will Not Save You, Human." He scoffed and turned on his heal. As he stormed off, you heard him mutter something along the lines of, "Not Being Able To Talk Your Way Out Of My Traps."

You couldn't believe that had worked. You scooped Frisk into your arms and hugged them tightly. "You have some explaining to do later, kiddo..." you muttered but Frisk only grinned at you, clearly proud of themselves.

"wow, i can't tell if you're insane or just lucky. either way, i'll be keepin' an eye socket on ya, human..." Sans said quietly.

You chuckled and flashed him a triumphant grin, which caused him to huff and walk away in the direction you had come from. You'd survived just a little bit longer it seemed.

[sandersgrey]

Thinking about how like. Ive always been upset that Chara, in many ways, is the one character you cant save in undertale (not counting Gaster, whos less a character than he is an urban legend)

Ive come to terms with it over time. It makes sense on a meta level- you are Chara, in a way. You are at the very, very least, Chara's legacy.

Chara isnt a ghost in the sense we think of, especially when theres actual ghost characters, but they are a ghost in the narrative. Your determination wakes them from the death. They have unfinished business- the goal they died to achieve hasnt been reached quite yet.

It makes sense that, as you finish what Chara tried to start, you have to let them go.

Chara cant stay in undertale, because it would mean that so does the player. That Frisk isn't allowed to live their life. We are Chara's hands and soul in the underground, no matter what route we take, and they cannot persist without us.

... Now. We have no idea if Chara will be in deltarune at all. It is very possible they won't, or that Toby Fox will throw us a curve ball we cannot possibly conceive of at this point. I'm not saying we'll get to save Chara in deltarune. I'm not even saying they exist there.

I'm just saying that, while Undertale begs you not to reset after a True Pacifist route, Deltarune has three save files.

[mk-oc-imagines]

This post is heavily inspired by @criminalmutantsins and their Johnny Cage song post. If the original creator feels like I'm copying feel free to DM to delete my post.

Bi-Han and Songs - Character Analysis - Post under read more

TW: D*eath, Child A'use and more

Sleep Token - Take me back to Eden

| I dream in phosphorescence

Bleed trough spaces

See you drifting past the fog

But no one told you where to go |

- This part of the song could very well be representation of death, more importantly the death of Bi-Han's mother, her presence nothing more but a fading memory and dreams. Bi-Han sees her eveeywhere he looks but her presence does not bring warmth anymore.

| We dive trough crystal waters, perfect oceans

But no one told me not to breathe

And now the weightlessness recedes |

- The start of Bi-Han's training, it seemed picture perfect but the high expectations of his father and the responsibilities of a future Grandmaster weighed heavy on his shoulders and there was no one Bi-Han could confide in, since no one would he sharing his responsibilities.

| My, my those eyes like fire

I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre

Come now, bite trough these wires |

- Bi-Han says in one of his clash intros, that his father was a man of many secrets. Bi-Han knows who he truly was, before Kuai Liang was born and Tomas was brought into the clan. He knows how ruthless he can be towards his own and how he changed when his brothers came into the picture. Bi-Han knows that the man puts on a mask in front of other people to be seen as something he's not.

The last line represents Bi-Han plotting his own father's demise.

| I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired

Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher

Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire |

- This could represent Bi-Han and Liu Kang not seeing eye to eye, Liu Kang underutilizing the Lin Kuei and telling them to hold back, always hold back.

Perhaps people knew about his desire to grow the Lin Kuei, evolve with the ever changing world but unless he could convince his brothers, he could not move forward.

| Well yeah, I spit blood when I wake up

Sink porcelain stained, choking up brain matter and makeup

Just two days since the mainframe went down and I'm still messed up

Room feels like a meat freezer, I dangle in it like cold cuts

Missed calls, answered phones from people I just don't trust

Mirror talk, fake love

But I'll take a pound of your flesh

Before you take a piece of my paystub

White roses, black doves, Godmother, rise up

I need you to see me for what I have become |

- Bi-Han's struggle in becoming Grandmaster and the guilt he felt for his father's demise. With his ascension to Grandmaster, there was a certain paranoia that his father's followers would come for him, that they would find out about his plot so he surrounds himself with loyal members, while he tries to convince his brothers to evolve, they grow further and further apart.

| I guess it goes to show, does it not?

That we've no idea what we've got until we lose it

And no amount of love will keep it around

If we don't choose it

And I don't know what's got its teeth in me

But I'm about to bite back in anger

No amount of self-sought fury

Will bring back the glory of innocence |

- The Lin Kuei brothers drifting apart as time goes on, their bond withering. Bi-Han pushes Tomas away when his adopted brother tries to get close, because everyone he knew and loved either died or abandoned him, so Bi-Han isolates himself, lashes out at anyone who tries to get close. He's done making compromises and he'll do whatever it takes to push the Lin Kuei forward.

Nothing More - This is the time

| When did we become these sinking stones?

When did we build this broken home?

Holding each other like ransom notes

Dropping our hearts to grip our brother's throat |

- This focuses on the crumbling relationship of the Lin Kuei brothers, Bi-Han actively trying to convince his brothers to follow him and his vision but since Kuai Liang nor Tomas saw what Bi-Han saw, he's isolating himself from them, lashing out at his own brothers.

| You can't see because you don't know

You're caught below, beneath your own shadow

Stuck inside, half alive

Do you ever stop to ask yourself why?

Close your mind, identify

Do you feel, do you feel?

Do you call this a life?

All you waited for

Drowning just to keep score |

- This could represent perhaps Bi-Han hiding what his own father was doing to him.

Bi-Han didn't understand why his father was so hard on him but lenient on his brothers, later on he would chalk it up to him being future Grandmaster but that wasn't enough.

| We always start with good intentions

But lose ourselves along the way |

- Pretty self explanatory

I'm sorry that I can't write out the rest of the text since I want to work on Jericho, but feel free to add your own and listen to the rest of the second song or look up the lyrics.

-Nell

[furinana]

More relic-talking that somehow ended up making me able to convey an underrated part on why Apocalypse's design earns it so much replayability even on the character driven aspect:

So yeah after almost a year I'm still saving screenshots of content I haven't seen before. Even after playing this game five times (3 on citra) I sure wasn't ready for the amount of material I was proposing myself to gather. it's so much

Something I didn't consider before but now it all comes together to me for another part of why it can be so extremely rare to see even half of all the existing text from your SMTIVA partners in the overworld is because aside RNG, some characters will only react positively to specific types of relics.

This is not the full extent of what they can react to but I wanted to highlight some of their preferences.

Notice the differences between what makes one interested in what they see. In contrast, they don't have this exclusivity when commenting about your attires or the food you choose to eat (although those were still a pain to trigger nonetheless since you have to go out of your way and repeat and repeat until they show up as well).

I tried to extract excited responses and depending on the location some partners wouldn't say anything specific to what we found no matter how many times I'd reset and collect it again. And mind you, I was retrying this for several minutes and even through different approaches in case I could manipulate the RNG to make it less rigged.

Wait, less rigged you say? So... it seems silly but as someone that has played a lot of SMT on emulators, each game has a different RNG rate. For example: if I died on a battle or made an enemy mad and rewind to 2 seconds before, in some games you are able to see something different happening while others will repeat the same outcome no matter how many times you retry going back to these same 2 seconds (which means you'd have to go back to before the turn or even the start of the battle to get a chance for a different outcome). So yeah, this logic also applies for some of the chances of seeing a quote of a SMTIVA partner in whatever context you currently are.

I already commented about this before but I really gotta put emphasis on it: the SMT4 duology is beyond question the most time-consuming mainline to document everything about it because not only there is an absolute massive amount of text, several parts of it are only possible to see in very specific instances, like 1)

how low your level is

how low your stats are

how many relics you have

what partner you have

in what part of the game you are

in what route you are

whether you're doing everything properly or just fucking around

how much of an asshole you have been (Toki and Isabeau are the ones out of my head that irreversibly change certain lines)

and you also gotta include 2) there's only a CHANCE for some showing up. Demon negotiations are the most well-known example of this but in SMTIVA they go beyond and also add these to your partners. Even with me specifically going out of my way to trigger them, they can take so many attempts to see! From this perspective, SMTIVA has the most awarding postgame since a normal player would very hardly dry up of different content to see.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 047

Fuck! 

It’s the Zamasu Saga. 

Son of a... !

*groan*

This arc is the drizzling shits.  It’s easily the worst part of Dragon Ball Super, and it’s far, far worse than anything in Dragon Ball and DBZ.  Is it worse than Dragon Ball GT? 

You know, it might be.  I would say it’s definitely as bad as GT, which makes it pretty vile.  Part of the reason I’m rewatching this is to figure out the answer to that question, but... you know, life’s too short for this.  I’m sitting here trying to compare the worst of the worst, trying to decide which turd sandwich is least appealing, and I feel like this isn’t a good use of my time. 

I’m not gonna do the “Roaming Lake” bit like I did before.  For a time, I considered comparing each episode of this arc to the best episode of GT, except I really can’t decide which one that is.  I keep thinking back to that one where Goku said General Rildo was stronger than Majin Buu.  That one seemed a little better than the others, but it was still an awful episode.  I’m not sure I can compare these things properly. 

I’m just gonna go through this thing, and point out similarities to GT as I find them, and we’ll see if we can figure out an answer when I get to the end.  Okay?  Okay.

So we’re in the Future Trunks Alternate Timeline, which hasn’t been seen since Dragon Ball Z Episode 194.  I think several years have passed since Trunks defeated the Imperfect Cell of that world, but I’m not sure how long it’s been. 

What is certain is that things have gotten much, much worse.  This episode opens on Trunks sneaking through a ruined city while some shadowy villain keeps blowing it up.  Then he makes it to some dingy secret laboratory, where Bulma is preparing just enough Time Machine Fuel for a one-way trip to the past. 

Then their mysterious enemy barges in, destroys Bulma’s equipment, and then kills her.  Trunks flees, knowing that he cannot save his mother, and the trip to the past is the only hope the world has left. 

So that’s our first GT comparison: Killing off underutilized characters as a substitution for genuine drama.  GT set up elaborate death scenes for Majin Buu, Piccolo, Krillin, and Android 17, which all fell flat because those characters barely got to do anything in GT anyway.  Future Bulma is a really cool character who didn’t get a lot of screentime in the Androids/Cell saga of DBZ, so this whole arc could have been an opportunity to do more with her.  Instead, they just kill her off five minutes into the first chapter of the story.  And for what?  To motivate Trunks? 

I mean, let’s seriously think about this.  If this was such a great idea, then why didn’t Toriyama have the Androids kill Future Bulma in the original Androids/Cell saga?  Well, for one thing, that would be too fucking dark.  Trunks had already lost his father and all the other Z-Warriors, and then finally Gohan.  Killing off his mother would literally be overkill.  More importantly, it mattered that there was someone waiting for him back home.  Someone who believed in Goku and the others, and knew they could make things right. 

We’ve barely gotten started, and I’m already pissed off.  I know this is an easy thing to look past.  So many characters in this world have already died, but it’s a big deal.  One of the Zamasu Saga’s many, many sins is the way it tries to just repeat the Androids/Cell Saga, just as Dragon Ball GT tried to repeat story beats from past Dragon Ball stories.  This arc is basically determined to hit the reset button on the whole dystopian future concept.  All the rebuilding we saw in DBZ Episode 194 is erased.  Trunks victory over the Androids and Cell is made irrelevant because of this new menace, and the only solution is another desperate time trip to get help from the past.  At best, this arc can only be a warmed over retread of what we’ve seen before.  But they already fell short of that pathetic goal when they made the mistake of killing off Future Bulma. 

Back in the present day of the main timeline, Goku’s crops are ready for harvest, and he invites Piccolo to help him, since this is the sort of training he used to do with Krillin as a child. 

Then Krillin shows up and mentions how Vegeta has gone back to Beerus’ planet to train, so Goku teleports after him so he won’t get left behind. 

Then the boys all eat jumbo cups of instant ramen!  This shot looks like the one of Goku, Toriko, and Luffy from that crossover special, and it turns my stomach.  Just three goofy pals, eating a wacky snack together!  Must be Dragon Ball Super!

This is probably meant to contrast the bubbly peacetime of Goku’s world with the living nightmare of Future Trunks’ world.  They did this a lot in the Androids Saga too, except the contrast wasn’t quite so sharp. It worked in DBZ because things were kind of grim in the present day, but the characters still had hope because they could still fight and train.  Trunks’ warning from the future was that they would be doomed to lose their next battle, and the conflicting themes of the arc were Goku’s defiant optimism versus the seeming inevitability of fate.

It worked in Dragon Ball Z because Dragon Ball Z was all about the world teetering on the brink of disaster, and the only thing holding the line was a bunch of guys shooting hand lasers in their pajamas.  The only way to raise the stakes after Frieza was for a guy to come from the future and tell Goku he had already lost and the world was already doomed, so Goku could look him in the eye and say “I’m still going to try.” 

It worked then because Z stands for the end, but not yet.  Super stands for “let’s bring back some old IP and see if we can cobble together a sequel.”  Super is Goku being a total goofball and Vegeta having a rod up his ass at all times, and nothing ever really matters because Beerus and Whis are always the strongest characters in the room, and they won’t let anything too serious happen because they enjoy eating Earth food too much.

While they eat, Goku talks up how much fun the Tournament of Power will be whenever it finally happens.  This is the thing that makes the Zamasu Saga really stand out from GT, because at least GT never taunted me with the idea that something good would actually happen later.  This whole Zamasu Arc just keeps gloating about the fact that the Tournament of Power can’t start until we get through this crap first. 

“Tee hee!  Fifty more episodes until something cool happens!”

Back in the future, Trunks makes his way to a bombed out apartment building, where he meets Mai, who is now an adult in this timeline.  They share a can of meat, and talk about how Bulma died for this one-way trip to the past.  Before she got killed, Bulma said there would be a chance for Trunks to return, but he doesn’t know what she meant. 

Trunks has a cool flashback to some cool shit in Dragon Ball Z.  The coolest shit, actually, since it’s mostly footage from the Cell Games.  I miss Cell so much.  He was the best.

So Trunks and Mai head to West City, where they plan to use the Time Machine in the wreckage of the Capsule Corp. building.   Trunks believes that their enemy, “Black”, can track Trunks’ ki, so he has to suppress his powers and travel as discretely as possible. 

And yet Black still tracks him down, just like how he followed Trunks to Bulma’s lab at the start of the episode.  He puts up a fight, but if that were going to work, things wouldn’t have gotten this bad.

Mai tries to distract Black with a shotgun, and that... doesn’t work. 

Trunks rushes to her side and declares that Black has killed her.   So for those of you keeping score, Mai has “died” 1 time in this arc.  This is stupid for a couple of reasons. 

First, they just got done killing off Bulma.  Killing Mai in the same episode is just redundant.  I mean, they shouldn’t have killed either of them, but both is a step too far, and they killed them both in the same episode.

Second, Mai survives this, because they’re going to tease killing her again later in the arc.  That’s how creatively bankrupt this shit is. 

One of the defenses I see of Dragon Ball GT has to do with whether Akira Toriyama contributed to, or approved of the series.  The logic is that you have to like it because his name is on it, and he provided some character designs and other art assets to the project.  If it was bad, then he would have repudiated the whole thing from the start.  Conversely, some GT critics use the lack of Toriyama’s involvement to justify hating the series.  It sucks because Toriyama didn’t write it, end of discussion.  Both of these arguments are stupid.

Because Toriyama did plot this Zamasu arc. I don’t know how detailed his notes were, but I’m pretty sure most of the shitty ideas in this thing were his.  And even if they weren’t his, he didn’t do nearly enough to correct course.  I respect Akira Toriyama a great deal, but this Zamasu arc makes him look like a hack. 

The episode ends with a clear view of the main villain, and it’s an evil Goku wearing a black costume and a Potara earring.  This probably would have been more of a shock if they hadn’t given away this character’s design in the opening credits. 

This was a big deal in 2016, as the fandom was genuinely intrigued by the mystery of this new villain.  Could it really be an evil Goku?  How could it be, when the Goku of this world died of a heart virus decades ago?  Maybe it’s a Saiyan lookalike, like Turles.  Maybe a bad guy switched bodies with Goku, like Captain Ginyu. Maybe it’s an android designed to imitate Goku.  Maybe it’s an evil future version of Goten!  Wouldn’t that be wild? 

I think there was some fringe theory that the heart virus that killed Goku somehow gained sentience and reanimated his corpse.  Maybe I came up with that one.  I can’t remember.

And the potara earring just raised further questions.  Where’s the other earring?  Where did he get that one from?  The design of Goku Black was certainly good for making the audience ask questions.  Everything about this guy’s look is a mystery. 

Also, fans just liked the idea of an evil Goku, whether it was a corrupted Goku or just an impostor.  One of the most popular legacies of this arc is the fan character “Chi-Chi Black”.  I’m not sure where it originated, and I’m not sure there was ever a single concept to Chi-Chi Black.  Sometimes she was the real Chi-Chi seduced to the dark side by Goku Black, and sometimes she was just an impostor using her likeness.  I think the only consensus was that it would be cool to have a girl version. 

But a mystery is only as good as its solution, and I’ve spent this whole post telling you how awful this saga is.  That should tell you how impressed I am with the big reveal.  The shot of Goku Black looking down at Trunks is probably the high water mark of this whole saga.  One episode in and it’s all downhill from here.

[intothegenshinworld]

ok so so my two favorites are flowerfell and hearing aid reader, so what if we just,,, combine?? FLOWERFELL READER THAT TURNS INTO HEARING AID READER BECAUSE OF THE FLOWERS AND THEY JUST WAKE UP WITH HEARING AIDS IN THEIR HANDS IN ONE OF THE RESETS??

Okay so-

For this to work it'd need to be bad!imposter!AU with an independent character.

ALSO, I had no idea how to add hearing aids to this bc of the flowers making them hear less D: Help is needed!! XD I also focused less on creator reader and more on the original flowerfell AU!! I hope this is okay!! <3

Reader dies. After their first reset, they are awfully aware of the situation they are put in. (Them growing a flower with each reset and the whole imposter thing)

The reader is a pacifist who tries to talk their way out of every bad situation Tevyat throws them in. This ends up with them resetting because people will not chill in imposter AU.

For ANGST only after multiple resets does the genshin self-aware character show up.

This character needs to be independent of any nation and needs to act on their own accord. (Dain/the traveller/Albedo?)

They need to be independent because they are self-aware of the resets and can't be busy with a nation/family/friends for the story to progress well. (Especially since everyone else acts like imposter AU)

Then after the reader undergoes more resets they start hearing less and less.

The self-aware character becomes more and more desperate to keep you safe ESPECIALLY since the flowers are starting to limit your movements and abilities (hearing less/almost becoming blind)

No matter how secure they keep you, the reset always happens.

You always return under the tree.

And you always grow more flowers.

The self-aware character sits next to the tree, waiting for you at the start of every reset.

They keep waiting for you to move,

but you don't.

There are too many flowers.

There were too many resets.

'It's silent without you...' They hold your hand which is covered by flowers. 'One more time.' They look at you. Your face has been covered with flowers for a while now. Your chest doesn't move up and down anymore.

'Just one more time. I could've saved you.'

[righteousness-and-tea]

Hi! It's 🏩 Anon again 😇

I was wondering if I could request some angst(?) with the Yuri S/O request. Same characters.

Basically, [character] sees one of S/Os Club members run out of S/Os clubroom about to '🤢' and they go investigate, that's when they see S/O dead Yuri style™ before that they didn't see S/O for the weekend (because Yuri was in that class room with MC for the entire Weekend). back to what I was typing in the beginning, they find S/O dead like how Yuri was (rotting corpse and all) and there like having there angst moment then the club leader comes in the clubroom and is like "Oh dear you weren't supposed to see that 👹☝️" and basically they restart time back to before the weekend started with there epic Monika powers but [character] still remembers and then they have to prevent S/O from dying again, the rest is up to you 😌

Also I hope your weekend was good! 🐰

Hello again, 🏩 anon! This one was a bit complex, which is no big deal! I ended up making this a longer fanfic type story, so I chose one of the characters to work with-- Chihiro sparked some inspiration in me and I had a difficult time imagining the other characters in this scenario. I'm sorry if it isn't exactly what you were after, but hopefully you like it! It might start bleak, but I tried to give it a happy ending.

-Mod Celeste

You Weren't Supposed to See That: Chihiro x reader (DDLC Crossover):

Disclaimer: Death, blood su*c*de, and angst below!

Fujisaki was on their way to see you in class when a girl ran right past them, panicked. It was as if she'd seen a ghost, really. It was a bit startling, but Chihiro just wanted to see you. After all, you hadn't messaged them all weekend and they began to worry.

"I'm sure they're all right," Chihiro thought. "Just a bit busy, is all." But as they opened the door to your club room, everything changed.

Chihiro froze where they stood. Your body was slumped against a desk, with fatal wounds in your chest and torso. A knife sat in a pool of dried blood close to your ghostly hand-- cold and unmoving. This wasn't recent, either, from the looks of it.

Your dear friend had no choice but to scream in anguish, the sight was too much to bear. How did this happen? Why??? They fell to their knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

Footsteps were approaching, but it didn't matter to Chihiro. They were out of reach, deep in grief. It took them many moments to realize someone else had entered the room.

"Oh dear," said a sweet voice. "You weren't supposed to see this, were you? It's fine, no big deal!" It was a girl your age, with green eyes and a cute ponytail. She didn't seem all that concerned at the sight.

"W-what? How could you? This is... it's just..." Poor Fujisaki couldn't even continue.

"Oh, I know! But seriously, it's fine. Let's just reset this, shall we?" Before they could react, everything stopped. And then, restarted... it was an odd sensation.

Chihiro came to, only to be completely shocked by the events. Your body was no longer there, nor was the cruel girl. Their phone said it was Friday... three days prior. Not only that, but--

You had opened the door. Chihiro was still crying, and seeing you did not help. "Y/n? Y/n???" They ran up to you, making sure it wasn't a dream. "You're alive?? But how?"

None of this made sense. But you didn't really know what to say. "Well, of course I'm alive! What's the matter?"

"I was just here, a few seconds ago, and you... you were dead!! It was so horrible, but now I'm here and--"

"I'm right here, Chihiro. Please, don't worry! It sounds like you just had a bad dream. I have my club now, but I'll see you afterwards, okay?" Your words rang hollow, like an echo of your true self. Dismissing Chihiro like this was simply unlike yourself.

Chihiro knew you wouldn't be okay, based off the events they saw moments earlier. If this really was Friday, then it's safe to assume you died on this day-- soon. The corpse looked as if it had been there for a few days, solidifying this. Not only that, but you were acting strangely...

They didn't have much time to plan. Because of the knife right next to you, it seemed the wounds were self-inflicted... but what would cause that out of nowhere in a club meeting? Who could provoke that???

So, Chihiro waited outside the room. A few of the other girls left, and they figured it would only be you and one other in the room now. They peeked through the small window on the door, watching for anything abnormal. It seemed you were having a discussion with a guy from club, and it looked rather serious. He said something Chihiro couldn't make out, and then--

"WAIT!" They screamed, slamming the door open. The sight of a knife glinting in your hand sent Chihiro into hysterics, and they bolted to you, prepared for anything. The boy in the room did nothing, shocked into silence. They grabbed your hand to prevent any harm.

"Y/n... please. Don't do this..." Chihiro pleaded helplessly, with no other choice in sight.

"What?" Your head was foggy, unaware of the sudden event. You looked down, saw Chihiro clinging to you and the kinfe, and gasped. "Ah, Chihiro! What's happening, why am I...?" You stopped. Something felt oddly familiar about this. Not that it was normal, by any means. But a faint memory of a choice you were forced to make.

"I told you, something isn't right! I'm not sure what's going on, or why you're doing this... but please, don't hurt yourself!" Tears began welling in their eyes once again, proof of their concern. "Whatever is going on, you can't die! People love you here... I love you!"

At that, it all came back to you. Somehow, you were being tampered with. It was unclear how or why, but you were being manipulated... now that you know, you could break free. You dropped the knife. "Oh, Chihiro... I am so sorry! This is all so, so confusing, but now, I think I'm free. Thank you... if it weren't for you I'd be dead right now."

They immediately gave a sigh of relief. Then it occured to them-- would you be safe? What if that green-eyed girl was responsible for this? Before they could think any longer, she appeared.

"Monika?" You asked, even more confused.

"Yep! That's right. Seems like I'm here just in time."

"What do you mean? You saw--" Chihrio implored, but was cut off.

"Well, I thought I'd have to worry about y/n here interfering with something of mine, but it seems like her intentions lie... elsewhere," she pointed at Chihiro. "Thank goodness for that!"

She then walked over to the boy you'd been talking to, who was just as relieved. "We should probably give these two a moment, right? Come with me." The two left.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" Chihiro said. Without thinking, they hugged you closely-- then backed away. "Oh, I'm sorry!! I did that without thinking... oh, and about what I said,"

"I love you too," you replied. You embraced Chihiro yourself this time, and you knew things were okay again.

Thank goodness there was a glitch in your simulation.

[catrasredemption-moved]

The rebellion finding out about Catra’s 9 lives and completely freaking out while Catra just sits there confused as to why they all seem to care so much?

It wasn't really a surprise when the Best Friend Squad was late to anything. Catra had, surprisingly, done wonders for their punctuality, but even her talents were limited. Still.... this was a little excessive.

"Juliet just said they were going to Thaymor to check on something," Spinnerella said, looking around at the others. "They should be back by now."

"Maybe they got distracted by a cute butterfly." Mermista was checking her nails as she spoke. "I'm sure they're fine."

"It's been thirty minutes-"

A burst of sparkles drew their attention to the door, immediately followed by an annoyed voice.

"Bow stop - poking - for fuck's sake I'm fine-"

"How?!"

Adora was clinging to Catra's arm while Bow did his best to look her over even as she slapped him away. Glimmer looked torn between frustration and shaken concern.

"Everything okay...?" Netossa asked slowly, looking between the four of them.

"Catra died!" Bow burst out before anyone could stop him. Adora's grip on Catra's arm tightened. She groaned.

"Can you not-"

"I'm sorry, what?" Frosta asked immediately.

"Looks pretty alive to me," Mermista added.

"What do you mean died?!" Scorpia yelled, jolting out of her own seat.

"Are you sure she didn't just get knocked out?" Entrapta asked.

"Everybody shut up!" Catra somehow managed to raise her voice above the chaos, loud enough to be heard. "My head hurts and none of you are helping!"

"Oh, your head hurts?" Glimmer asked. "Really? I can't imagine why, you only cracked your skull open-"

"Is being dramatic a requirement to be a princess?"

Bow was trying to check Catra's head now, while Scorpia took over checking the rest of her. "Seriously guys, can we not? It's not exactly the first time-"

"What?!" Catra winced as everyone - including Adora - yelled at the same time.

"How-"

"What do you mean-"

"You've died before?!"

"When?!"

Catra covered her face with her free hand, letting out a long sigh. "Can I sit please?" she asked pointedly, waving Bow and Scorpia off. "Coming back to life is hard work."

Adora dragged Catra over to a chair, sitting and pulling her into her lap. "Adora-" The blonde just held on tight. Catra blew out a breath. "Fine. Yes. I've died."

"How many times?"

"Uh... Well I thought nine, but now I'm not-"

"Nine times?!"

"That's real?!"

Catra waited for everyone to calm down again. "Yes. It's real. It's part of the whole, ya know-" She waved a hand at her ears. "My people's magic. I didn't understand it until I got my hands on Shadow Weaver's records and started looking into things."

"You never told me about that," Adora said in a small voice, speaking for the first time. Catra's shoulders hunched, expression guilty.

"I didn't think it mattered."

"How could this not matter?"

"Because I thought Horde Prime burned my last life."

Everyone went very quiet. No one liked talking about Prime, but of them all, Catra did it the very least. "When I... on his ship..." She rubbed the back of her neck. "I thought I just got lucky that you managed to... heal me. But today... I don't know, it felt the same as all the other times. I guess She-Ra... reset things? Wasn't really expecting it, though."

A long moment of silence followed. "Okay," Mermista said slowly. "Putting literally all of that aside for a minute, you didn't think dying nine times was something to mention?"

"Didn't want to give you any ideas, obviously. What if you tried to test it?"

Given the look on Adora's face, no one wanted to make a joke about that.

"That's... messed up. I mean, dying that many times has to mess you up a little," Netossa said. "How old are you, again?"

Catra burrowed into Adora's arms a little, not answering.

"I think we can all agree that today's meeting is canceled," Glimmer said tiredly. "I'm going to call my aunt. Maybe someone in Mystacor knows something about this and can help us figure out if Catra actually has nine lives... again."

"Eight now, technically."

Adora held her a little tighter.

[draconic-ichor]

Petra

Elden Ring dabble

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, pregnancy/birth, mentions of body scaring and changes, mentions of major character death, mentions of infant death, child hunger, breast feeding, wet nursing

Feedback: Unable to breastfeed the newborn prince, the royal couple searches desperately for someone who can…

Feedback appreciated 18+, some heavy stuff gets talked about briefly in here

When the GodLord died during her first birthing she rose anew the next morning, as always. Her body, however, reset back to how she was just after ascension. Any changes that accompanied with carrying a child was wiped away from her form.

For her, it was devastating.

Not only did she loose all the marks that physically painted her a mother, her milk glands were now undeveloped and empty. No matter what they did, her milk would not come in.

As the hours ticked on the couple had to consider the possibility of hiring a wetnurse.

Easier said than done.

Pregnancies were still a rare occurrence, echoes from the time of the shattering. The few women that were located around the capital with nursing capabilities were less than helpful.

Misinformation about the omen curse sent any potential candidates running: fears that nursing an omen child would curse their own future children.

Even worse, every hour that ticked on the prince grew more hungry. The GodLord tried everything, even dipping a cloth in cows milk. It wasn’t near enough, the newborn starving…

In the parent’s anguish came Boc, speaking of a friend that may be able to help. She wasn’t human either.

Morgott sent for her immediately.

The woman was a misbegotten; people whose ancestors were cursed for their devotion to the Crucible, twisted creatures decorated with parts of varying beasts. Up until recently mostly used as slaves. The GodLord had made the misbegotten full citizens the moment she granted the omen and demihumans the same kindness. The castle had even hired some into their staffing; this young female seeming to be one of them, going by the name of Petra.

She had a mass of crimson hair, ashen skin, and a emerald reptilian tail. Her mouth was just a bit too wide for her face, common of misbegotten, with misshapen teeth.

She sat down quietly, body hidden under many layers of clothing. Bright eyes downcast, a deep sorrow in them.

“Mine apologies.” Morgott sighed, “For calling thee here so abruptly.”

She nodded, not meeting his gaze.

Morgott waited a moment, when no words came from her he cleared his throat a bit in an effort to dispel the growing tension in the room.

“Do thee know why we asked of thy presence?” He asked.

Once she began to speak, Morgott realized she had a slight speech impediment. She swallowed, “Boc t-told me the Ladysh-ip n-eeded someone…l-like me?”

“The GodLord is unable to nurse the newborn prince.” Morgott agreed, “Unfortunately…because of what the prince is others located with the necessary requirements were unwilling to offer assistance.” He admitted with a heavy heart, “My wife…we both are growing quite desperate.”

“They f-fear him?” She asked.

“…Aye.” He nodded solemnly, “Thee is aware of the rumors pertaining to one of my kind?”

“Not m-much pr-prettier then those a-bout my-myself.” She gave a weak chuckle.

“That’s precisely the reason we called of you.” He looked up, hopeful, “That perhaps you would not have the same misgivings. That coupled with your…unfortunate circumstances.”

She tightened up at his words, her clawed hands knotting into her abdomen. She looked as if tears would spill from her bright eyes making Morgott instantly regret his wording.

“I-I’m sorry, my L-Lord.” Her voice bubbled, “I don’t k-know if I c…can stomach another b-baby in my arms so s-oon.”

Morgott’s stomach dropped, fear curdling him as he thought back to his starving son. “Prithee, give the boy a change.” His voice was almost begging, “At least that?”

There was a long moment, pain heavy on the woman’s face. She finally gave up, agreeing, “A-lright…I’ll see him a-at least…”

Morgott led her towards the nursery, the shrill crying calls of the newborn was heard long before they reached the door. The sound sent pangs through his heart, turning a bit to glance down at the missbegotten woman. Her eyes were tearing up again, the sound piercing straight through her chest.

He opened the door.

The Lady Tarnished paced back and forth, baby to her chest. Her eyes were dull, dark circles heavy. Morgott could tell she’s been crying, attempting futility to calm the baby. She hummed, desperation clear over her form.

When they entered the room she looked to the woman with overflowing hope.

Morgott raised his hand, halting his wife’s excitement, “She wishes to see the baby, nothing more yet.”

The tarnished nodded, face falling but she still thanked the woman for her time. She paced closer, offering out the little screaming bundle.

“I can’t sooth him.” She admitted with glassy eyes, feeling the crushing weight of guilt over that fact.

Petra took the bundle, cradling the small omen close. He looked pale, gums white as he cried shrilly. She trembled a bit as she held him closer, feeling him instantly root into her chest.

The Lady Tarnished felt her eyes sting, “I’m sorry…I should be able to feed him..I should..”

“I’ll do it.” Petra murmured, stopping the GodLord in her tracts.

“W-What?” The lady was worried she’d misheard.

“I’ll do it.” Petra looked up with teary eyes, “M-maybe the G-Greater W…ill brou-ght us t-together…for a r-reason…”

The GodLord couldn’t contain herself, she burst into tears with relief. “Bless you!” She cried, “Thank you so much!”

She led the other woman over to a more comfortable place, sitting down together as she attempted to nurse the prince.

It had been a few days since Petra lost her own child and little Maddox had worked himself up so terrible it took a good while to get him to fully latch. Once that hurdle was over the baby truly started to eat.

The screams stopped for the first time in seemingly days, the weary parents feeling a level of relief they couldn’t remember.

Petra held the baby close, a warmth spreading over her face. The baby gave happy little grunts, tail flicking back and forth.

Petra realized slowly over the next few days that she needed the little prince just as much as he needed her.

[hard--mode]

Here's the notes for everything that would happen up until the end of the story.... as far as I had it figured out. You'll notice things are a lot less fleshed out the later things go. That's a big reason why this never got finished. the longer I tried to keep the thing running, the more I realized I never had any idea what I wanted to actually DO with this story which made it pretty hard for me to keep up. it's hard to write a story you're trying to take seriously if all you really have are jokes, it turns out.

I haven't reread any of this or edited it at all so who knows what kind of notes I might have written in between things haha

P: so as i was saying about undyne-

C: who’s undyne?

Everyone freezes. Chara just walked right up to papyrus without being noticed. Paps freaks out for a sec before he pulls sans into a huddle. Chara frowns and tries to peek around.

~Montage of papyrus’s excitement and harder puzzles, death montage

~Junior jumble: its sudoku now

Chara’s doing puzzles and sees flowey spying. They shout him over

C: HEY! still following me, loser? Don’t you have anything better to do? (but they smile)

F: somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t get killed too much out here

Flowey pops up closer to them

C: nah, I’m fine! I’ve got that reset power!

F: not for long considering how much you use it (mumbles. Rolls eyes??) (some depiction of chara dying a lot in the bg)

C: by the way…. In the ruins you were telling me to use it… care to tell me more about it since you seem to know so much?

F: I-... uh… well you already know the most of it. It just resets you back to your last SAVE point like nothing happened. Only beings with a powerful SOUL can use it, so monsters with their weak souls can’t.

Chara stops their puzzle work and sits to even the heights: Can flowers?

F: what the heck are you-... oh, no no no. I’m different.

C: so you have the power too.

F: No! I mean-, i used to before you came around. Yeah.

C: so you’ve done resets. (urging him on)

F: yep.

Chara waits a while: ...thats all you have to say?

F: yep

Travel scenes from here on out depict chara and flowey together

Gauntlet:

Flowey remarks that he doesn't remember a save point being before it. Chara goes along and gets paps’ bit. He does to activate it

C: wait this isn't for real right? U can't be srs!!!

P: yeah I am, this is hard mode!

Just show chara repeatedly spawning at the save and running back in with flowey watching them

Then cut to the end chara on the other side of it panting and exhausted, papyrus shocked but also beaming

P: wow you did it!! I'm so proud of u human! I didn’t think you would actually be able to get through it--- I mean- drat! Foiled again! I'll get u one of these times!

Papyrus runs off and Chara watches him with a look of wonder in their eyes.

F: don’t get too excited. his pride is cheap, he’s proud of everyone and every thing

Chara grumbles and marches forward: whatever. I don’t hear you saying you’re proud of me, so why do I have to listen to what you have to say

F: You know, you’re gonna have to fight him soon. Didn’t sans say so? What are you going to do then, die over and over until you give up or are you going to try to murder him just like you did with Toriel? :)

C: I am not! I’m gonna talk him out of it and go right past him like everyone else. Who knows! Maybe he won’t even fight me because he’s that cool. Even if he does, he’s probably a wimp anyways.

F: I wouldn’t be so sure! I bet you don’t stand a chance.

C: shut up! Quit following me if you’re gonna be this useless.

Paps fight

As papyrus carries their body to the shed to rest. Opens on their vision returning and they see their hands hanging toward the ground.

C: why didn’t you kill me? You’re stronger than everyone else, you could easily do it. Why dont you finish me off so everyone can leave or whatever it is you need me to do? Why did you hold back?

P: OH! YOU’RE AWAKE!

C: you held back…

P: OF COURSE i DID! I COULD NEVER KILL YOU, YOU’RE MY-- I HOPE I’M NOT BEING TOO FORWARD, BUT I LIKE TO THINK OF YOU AS MY FRIEND! AND EVEN THOUGH WE DO NEED YOUR SOUL, YOU DESERVE A FIGHTING CHANCE TO DO… WHATEVER IT IS YOU’RE TRYING TO DO.

Chara is too shocked and confused by the sentiment: I don’t… I don’t understand?

P: WHAT’S SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND ABOUT A FRIEND NOT KILLING YOU? HUMANS ARE SO STRANGE ...OH! I SEE NOW! THE REASON WHY YOU CARRY YOUR KNIFE LIKE THAT. IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE MORE AFRAID OF US MONSTERS THAN WE COULD EVER BE OF YOU!

He sets them down in the shed on the dog bed.

P: I’M SORRY, HUMAN! I WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU MORE WARNING IF I HAD KNOWN HOW YOU FELT.

C: then… does that mean you’re going to let me go?

P: ABSOLUTELY NOT! I ALREADY CALLED UNDYNE TO MEET ME SO SHE CAN TAKE YOU! AND YOU NEED TO REST NOW AFTER ALL THAT!

C: !! I-I don’t know who Undyne is, but I can’t do that. I’m in a hurry to get out of here.

P: HMM… IF YOU’RE IN A HURRY THEN… NO, NO YOU CAN’T! WE NEED YOUR SOUL, I CAN’T JUST LET YOU LEAVE. UNDYNE’S REALLY COOL TOO, YOU’LL LIKE HER!

C: No, I have to go.

P: AGH, WELL… I SUPPOSE IF YOU CAN GET PAST ME BEFORE I CAN CATCH YOU, THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO. BUT I WON’T GO EASY ON YOU!

Cut to chara walking toward waterfall, papyrus calling after them to come back and hang out sometime. They keep walking and mutter to themself: Sorry, but I’ll get out of here before that ever happens.

WATERFALL

They see monster kid and side eye sans as they charge in, hurriedly.

Chara keeps flowey around and asks him to read the words for him. FLowey says it’s not important at all to anything they’re doing. It’s just monster history junk that means nothing if chara’s trying to leave. Chara’s like shut up cmon help me out maybe there's clues. FLowey reads some history stuff in waterfall treating it like shit they already know

F: why do you care about all this garbage anyway?

C: I dunno, I guess it just sounds familiar. Like a story I heard a long time ago.

Chara stops suddenly and checks their phone. Flowey asks what’s up

C: i thought it rang… you didn’t hear-

The phone starts ringing. Papyrus is cheerfully on the other end and they walk and talk.

He tells them about how he heard so many horrible things about humans and the surface but chara was much nicer than he ever expected. Chara asks where he heard that and he says a flower told him. Chara covers the receiver and looks around for flowey, suspicions of him raised.

Montage w monster kid and umbrella

Chara falls from undyne’s spear attack and wakes up in the trash with flowey over them.

F: hey, wake up. I can tell you’re not dead so hurry up and get moving.

Chara’s kind of bummed: she killed me four times back there. And it wasn’t even a fight. I couldn’t talk her down or… i couldn’t even talk to her, I could barely see her.

F: what, are you giving up or something? You know she can kill you as much as she wants and you aren’t gonna die.

C: I know that! I know this is just like a game where you can keep on going but… it hurts. And it’s exhausting.

F: what will you do then? Sit here in this trash and do nothing?

C: *sigh* no. I’m just feeling down in the dumps.

They smile and get up.

As they’re walking out, they hear a click and someone to tell them to “hold it”

Mad dummys behind them and she just has a gun. Pointed directly at chara. She starts on her thing about the cousin and then blook saves the day.

Chara meets up with blook again. They go to where the snail races used to be. It’s all busted and unused

C: what’s this supposed to be…?

B: oh…. this used to be a snail farm…. And this was a race course…. For snails…. But a long time ago people started to call the races “insensitive” so we had to close them…. Sorry you can’t have any fun racing snails…

C: why was it insensitive…?

B: ...i’d… rather not talk about it………..

Timeskip

C: hey flowey! What’s up with this place and snails?

F:...i wouldnt know.

montage

After waterfall where undyne says how many souls they have

C: flowey… if they have 6 human souls, that means 6 others fell down and died here, so…

F: what?

C: i just- i mean you were the first one i met-

F: no, no, no, ive never killed anyone. You’re the only human i’ve seen since i woke up

Chara relaxes: ok. So you dont know anything about them.

F: no. i heard some things from toriel, not much. It’s too late to try asking her, but she’s seen all of them. She was there at the beginning even.

C: the beginning?

F: you know…. When humans started falling down here and monsters started killing them.

Chara goes silent in thought: wait… how… long has this been going on? How old is toriel?

F: dunno

Chara after having a rough time: it’s hard, but no matter what happens i can just keep trying. I’ll make it out of this! You believe in me right, flowey?

F: no i think you should give up.

Page/chapter ends there. Next is chara going up to fight undyne.

Open on a riff on the “long ago” cutscene that chara cuts off by saying they already know this story

Undyne screams SHUT UP!!! I’m doing my HEROIC MONOLOGUE!! Whatever, I bet you haven’t heard the part about the King and Queen’s human child who died of illness and their other son who was killed by the humans when he tried to return their body to the surface?!

C: No I think I heard that one too? Why are you telling me all this anyways??

U: because this is an UNSKIPPABLE CUTSCENE!! NYAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!

Chara’s getting their ass beat and on low hp: I’ll die in a hit or two. But that’s fine because I’ll just start this over. I’ll start from… where was the last save point…

A vision of them with flowey. Their eyes go red and the flashback cuts in between shots of them running from undyne

F: I think you should give up

Ch: what… give up?? I thought you were on my side with all the telling me to keep going and-and the hanging out with me?!

F: as if you had any other choice but to keep going! We both know you don’t.

C: so you’ve just been following this whole time waiting for me to give up and die, huh?! Why, are you trying to steal my soul just like everybody else?!?

F: it doesn’t matter how hard you try, you’re going to die! And die and die and die! You can reset as much as you want, it won’t change that! So what if I am waiting for you to give up? You’re the last thing keeping monsters trapped down here. If you give up, you’ll give everyone what they want!

C: I thought you wanted to help me?! I thought you were my friend!

F: I would never be friends with a human! You’re all nothing but killing machines!

C: I haven’t killed anyone!

F: You killed Toriel! No number of resets can change what you did! You’re a horrible, disgusting human just like all the others and everyone would be happier if you were dead!

Flowey could say something about dying down here is better than their inevitable death on the surface. Their death would at least be worth something. Mean something

Chara escapes the fight, undyne collapses, and they walk away. they tell themselves they won’t give up. They don’t need help, especially not from that dumb flower. They’ll live to spite him and everyone else who tries to kill them

Chara goes in and meets alphys and overall is p meh abt it bc bad mood. Alphys helping them through the underground makes them talk to themselves about how they dont need flowey, they can do this themself. Friends are no good.

hotland is as normal. probably figure out some indication of things not right. make the game seem broken bc they arent supposed to get so far like this

Chara meets with sans at mtt resort for food reluctantly. Lets him say his piece. After he’s done threatening to kill them chara says to his face that they really don’t like him.

Need some hubbub about them having to kill asgore to get out. Theyll be like yeah I know that (somehow)... oh but I need a plan… how will i come up with a plan..

Flowey finally appears to chara again just before they get to new home and tries to talk them out of leaving. Disparaging the surface and telling them they could live happily down here. Chara says no, it’s too hard because people are constantly hunting them down and being the last soul, no ones going to stop that. He says that he’s sorry for the way he was before

Chara smiles back, and then looks away: What you said before… about.. My inevitable death on the surface…

F: that was… don’t worry about that.

C: are you afraid of it?

F: well- yeah, it’s a dangerous place. Everyone knows that.

C: I’ve died a lot more times down here than I ever did up there.

A beat

C: you go back and forth a lot between talking about how I should stay down here because it’s better… but also if I die down here… everyone gets to go free… to the horrible, awful surface.

F: uh,, did I say all that…? I may have contradicted myself a little… I guess… in the end I just wanted an excuse for you to stay around. I really don’t want you to die.

C: so you did see me as a friend after all?

F: well…you reminded me of someone who was my friend. I wish we could have been friends.

C: Do you think… If I reset back to the beginning and did this again, if I said the right things… we could have been?

F: No… You could be as nice to me or as mean to me as you want. No matter how many times you reset, some things never change.

C: ...Did you ever… have to reset because you killed someone?

F: ……….once… and then I never reset ever again. The power to reset… makes you do bad things. It’s wrong. I had to stop because i knew… I’d make someone really upset if I kept messing around.

C: well, in that case… I guess I’ll just have to get the rest of the way out of here without any resets!

Flowey smiles: I dunno, keep one or two under your belt. You’re a pretty big klutz.

C: Thanks for helping me out of here, flowey. Even if you just did it because you were begged.

Can you imagine a more paranoid flowey who is less interested in attacking you and regaining the reset ability, but is pleased af that you have the reset ability because that means you can't die, and instead he spends the entire game trying to convince you that humanity is hopeless. That there is nothing on the surface world returning to. That it's safer, down here.

he's part of the reason why things are so much harder

he's the one that starts the rumors about the dangers of teh surface world

there's a definite sense of paranoia all across the board

When they approach new home, flowey appears one last time and grabs chara by the hand, telling them not to go. They can live in the underground, they’ve made a lot of friends here. Chara says that they have to go, they’ll find a way to get out without killing asgore. Flowey says that he tried to stop them, this is as far as he’ll go. This is goodbye. They bid their farewells and chara goes along, but flowey secretly follows them, much less detectable than ever before. It’s revealed when he’s hiding with the flowers.

Chara walks up to new home, regarding it as a vaguely familiar sight. They walk down the many halls knowing exactly where to go. The monsters speak as they go through the motions. They find a cookbook in the kitchen with a page for snail pie missing. Chara mumbles about already knowing the story and that they should all shut up. They walk more quickly to stay ahead of them. Then one mentions the snail pie and chara stops dead in their tracks. No that’s not how it happened- they stop, and take back off.

They are stopped by sans in the judgement hall, glaring at him.

S: well I had a whole speech to give ya, but you look like you’re in a hurry. You’re a weird kid, but you’re fine. The king’s up ahead.

OTHER alternative: chara realizes something’s wrong and runs back to get everyone, probably threatening to kill asgore to convince them to come quickly. Sans is avoided due to the mob approaching behind them “I heard the word that you’re on your way to kill the king.” c: are you here to stop me? “Nah. But you’d better have a good plan to back yourself up, kid. King’s up ahead”

They run up to asgore, no nonsense. Some time is taken to progress things. As they leave the throne room, flowey watches from the flowers, chara looks back to confirm he’s there.

Asgore draws up the souls, the fight is about to engage, before he can smash “MERCY” chara yells: ASRIEL. Get the souls.

Everything stops. Flowey is behind them, stunned and confused. Chara turns and asks him what he’s waiting for. Hurry up and take the souls before everyone else gets here. Nearly every last monster is coming, if he can become godlike and absorb them, it will be enough strength to break the barrier.

Flowey is confused, how do they know that? Chara tells him he did it before. Doesn’t he remember? Doesn’t he remember them?

Either flowey does it and something happens, or flowey waits too long and chaos erupts which gets them killed, and then chara and flowey have to meet up and workshop.

Final fight:

He probably says some shit about frisk and how he cant lose frisk again, chara must insist that theyre not frisk. When they say their name is chara, he hesitates for only a moment. Finally, when chara’s pinned and about to seriously die…

C: you remember it now too, don’t you? It took me a while, I couldn’t remember a thing until i started hearing your name around. You’re an all powerful god now, you should be able to remember it all better than me

A: shut up.

C: would frisk want us to fight like this?! Would frisk want you to kill your own sibling?!

A: c-.... You’re… you’re really chara?

He lets them go

They reach the conclusion that frisk messed with everything and put them here with no memories so they could do something frisk could never do. Frisk thinks they deserve to live, no matter how much the two may disagree. They have to play along. Asriel is a god and can use his powers to break the barrier and bring EVERYONE back to life so they can live together happily.

go to final fight and everyones already there, things are very confused, flowey takes the souls and things glitch out (screen phases between bosses) and chara realizes this isnt how things are supposed to be, tells asriel theyre sorry for their baggage but he doesnt understand bc he isnt theirs, and then they gotta find frisk somehow

OR... they realize things in the speech and don't go to fight asgore bc theyre finding flowey... they feign fighting asgore and then suddenly tell flowey to take the souls("Asriel! get the souls!" and thats the first time they call him by name)...? i like that a bit better. they start going on about crazy shit that makes roided out flowey kind of lose it at them which leads to them apologizing to their own asriel but then realizing they need to find frisk

but HOW do they find frisk

The end shows chara asriel and frisk hugging eachother, all alive and well. Then the two are “processing…” and remember that oh, theyve done some dark messed up stuff.

[iphoenixrising]

DickTim Week Day 4: Dark!Dick and Vampire!Tim

So. So. *Steeples fingers* this may or may not be the fic for you. Yet another combination prompt because the people on the Capes and Coffee Discord are fucking enablers. You know who you are.

Warnings for: captivity, blood-letting, missing-in-time Bruce

The hidden bunker is outside the city limits of Gotham, a perfect place to stay off the grid.

Officer Grayson makes the drive with the radio on WKKG, All Gotham, All the Time. He moves his head to the beat of the pop song blaring over the line.

The outside of the abandoned gas station looks positively deserted and if they were any more rural, tumble weeds would be rolling around the decrepit gas pumps.

Officer Grayson parks around the back of the building out of sight and grabs the paper bags from the passenger side, holds his cup of coffee in the same hand, whistles to himself as he gets out of the police cruiser.

A complex locking system on a seemingly outdated walk-in freezer opens up to an elevator that is decidedly the newest fixture in the place.

He hums the chorus of the pop song from the radio on the way down, small smile on his face reflecting back at him from the mirrored doors.

The underground is a completely different world.

Apparently constructed to be a bunker, the basement is lead-lined and spacious with all processes set-up to stay off the grid, perfect for his needs. He has a separate power supply, a separate HVAC system, a security system with nearly imperceptible cameras to make sure no one, no one gets close enough to the property without alerting him immediately.

And he certainly doesn’t want anyone finding his personal mission here.

Officer Grayson puts one of the grocery bags down on a table littered with notebooks and read-outs he’d left the last time after he’d gotten samples. He sips on his coffee as he walks around the first room, lit only by the emergency lights at the top of the low-slung ceiling, and turns on the power, turns on the lights in the rest of the bunker.

The beeps behind him are the locks resetting on the elevator, the only way out.

Dick is still humming when he passes into the next room, blocked on either end with thick, metal doors complete with a complex locking mechanism and impressive alarm system. The many tables in this room are filled with laboratory equipment, a biotechnician’s playground.

Half-completed analyses are still running on the impressive screens mounted overhead, status bar at 68%.

Five-gallon buckets under the tables with black Sharpie denote chemical names with dates scribbled hastily below.

Dick sips his coffee as he looks up at the running totals, makes mental notes, compares previous tests and results.

It’s discouraging, but Dick just sighs to himself. Of all vigilantes in Gotham, he’s the optimist, and he knows that each failure will just bring him closer and closer to success. He just can’t give up.

Bruce is counting on them.

With his coffee and bag in one hand, he lets the analysis churn, and enters his code in the next door, then places a palm print on the pad outside. Leans down so his eye scan can be completed.

Unlike the other rooms, the lights come on the second the door fully unlocks and opens to allow Dick entrance.

The reason for that is to turn on the intense sun lamps to further weaken the figure strapped down to the gurney in the center of the room, strategically lessening the possibility of an attack.

Dick puts the bag and his coffee down on the only table in the room.

“Sorry I didn’t come yesterday. Rupert Thorne had a big shipment planned and we were up late tracking it,” his voice is light and cheery, his smile wide and white. He comes to the side of the gurney, takes note of the slight burning smell that always seems to permeate the room no matter how much he tries to avoid it by making sure there’s always something between skin and pure silver. Struggling dislodges whatever he uses, so the result is the smell of burning flesh.

He clicks his tongue in disappointment, looking down at Timmy’s closed eyes and painfully pale face.

His frown deepens when Tim Drake rolls his head over to face the wall instead.

Silver chains wrap his arms, legs, neck, and torso, rendering him utterly immobile. Holy relics hang over the gurney as an added safety measure. He’s completely naked under a flimsy sheet.

“Aren’t you going to say hello?” He asks softly. “I’m letting Alfred pick up Dami so I can spend some extra time with you today.”

IVs are grotesquely hooked into each major artery, set on slow drain. The multiple blood bags hooked under the gurney show the slow trickle as the bags fill to a crawl.

Tim’s violet-blue eyes crack open a sliver, but he doesn’t look away from the wall, away from freedom.

“That isn’t very nice,” Dick’s tone stays soft, yet firm. “You know what I’m trying to do here.”

The sound of Tim trying to swallow is heard over the soft mechanical beeping, the hum of working equipment. “You know how important you are to this, Timmy. I don’t like how you keep refusing to be a team player.” Dick pauses just a moment, eyes narrow, “is this still about Damian being Robin now? Because you know how many times we’ve been over this.”

Tim closes his eyes again, a muscle in his jaw jumps.

“Well, I think you’ve been sulking about it long enough,” Dick brusquely throws the sheet out of the way to show IVs, burns, and the network of complicated blood vessels below deathly pale skin. “You knew even before you went to Iraq my choices were the best for everyone, not just you.”

Dick checks all the leads, makes sure the drip is slow. He doesn’t so much as lift up the solid silver chains and nudge them with the cloth he keeps underneath, the point of it is to try and keep Tim’s skin from burning, temporarily cauterizing his veins and killing the supply. The last time the chains were displaced this much, Dick had made the mistake of lifting one, giving Tim enough power to bare his fangs and lunge. Since then, the chains have stayed put, only shuffled around a little.

“And if you would have just listened to me and stayed in Gotham, you wouldn’t have been caught by vampires in the first place. You know that, don’t you? If you would have worked with us at home, Ra’s would have never taken that much of an interest and led them right to you. Heck, you might still be alive and have your spleen.”

Shaking his head in frustration at all the events from last year when Bruce’s body was brought back, when the Battle for the Cowl had forced him to raise his hand against Jason again and break his heart over Little Wing again, when he knew Tim didn’t need any more mentorship, didn’t need the support and encouragement Damian did after losing their father, and the ultimate decision to let Tim decide his own future after Robin, when seeing Tim six months after his disappearance as a vampire in a cape, all of it had made the choice on how to handle this situation.

How to fix everything that had gone so horribly wrong.

Do what he had to do, try disseminating the secrets of immortality so they could bring Bruce back.

And like this, Tim is going to help him do it.

“But it’s okay,” he’s back to smiling again, “we’ve worked past all that, haven’t we, Timmy?” Dick is satisfied all the leads are fine and the slow flow unimpeded. He steps back to the bag on the table.

In one hand is a pint of O Positive. In the other, a Krispy Kreme with sprinkles.

Both their favorites.

“C’mon,” he cajoles after taking a bite of his donut, “it’s one of Steph’s extra pints. I know you’re going to like it.”

He holds the oozing bag to Tim’s averted mouth and patiently waits, nibbles on his donut in the other hand.

“Why don’t,” and the tone is hoarse, faint because Timmy mostly doesn’t really talk to him anymore, “you just kill me?”

Dick pauses mid-chew, blinking down at the eyes filling with bloody tears, the hitch in the chest that doesn’t really move anymore.

Dick swallows the bite, suddenly more like ash than icing in his mouth. “You know I can’t do that,” is more harsh than he means. “We don’t kill. Not even vampires.”

“Then let me go.”

“Can’t let you go out and kill people either, Tim, and I need the supply for testing.”

“This is torture. This is fucking torture and you don’t even give a shit about me anymore–”

With a flick of his fingers, a crucifix falls right on Tim’s chest, and the screams are awful, horrible, but that is probably never going to outweigh the smell.

By the time Dick finishes his donut, Tim is weakly writhing in agony and the screams have died down to soft whimpers, mouth open to show those killer fangs.

He dusts his hands off and pulls on a glove from the Nightwing suit under his uniform, gingerly lifts the holy item off, grimaces when tissue and flesh stick to it.

“Kill me,” Timmy whimpers. “Just fucking kill me.”

Dick scoffs and takes the chance to lean down, presses his mouth to Tim’s forehead. “You know I can’t lose anyone else,” is the softest of reprimands. “Don’t worry. Once I just figure this out, we’ll get Bruce back and he’ll help us reverse the turning. Before you know it, this will seem like just a bad dream.”

Dick presses another kiss to each eyelid, talking softly against the deceptively soft yet immortal skin. “And when you’re back to yourself, we can be together again. I’ll take care of you just like I used to, promise.”

Dick leans back up with a small smile on his face and familiar fondness in his eyes. He holds the bag up to Tim’s mouth again, ignores the red tears streaming down the pale face. “We’ll get there, okay? I’m close to the answers we need. I just need a little more time. But, I have to have samples to work with, which means you to drink, Timmy.”

Like usual, the pink tracks down his face stand out starkly in the false sunlight when Tim finally gives in and punctures the bag with his fangs.

[wewinbees]

in regards to all the issues with MCC 14 im gonna bring up how unspeakably scuffed MCC 7 (july) was. focusing on the SBI v DT issues, which to preface both teams were tryharding because they were told it would be the last time they were allowed to team (at least for a little while) and they both wanted to leave with a win.

purple - dream, george, sapnap and sylvie

orange - techno, wilbur, phil and seapeekay

battle box - this started off with horrible lag, to the extent that it was unplayable for some teams, but they didn’t reset it until like round 4 or 5. additionally, they paused it before they decided on a reset, and a tonne of teams started to accidentally team kill with the power-up TNT packages, including wilbur killing CPK and techno going >:/ eventually they reset the whole round to try fix the lag, voiding the points from the first half meaning some players did better than they would have and others did Notably worse, like dream’s team who lost against a lot of teams they’d beat in the first rounds.

side note, but MCC 7 battle box scares the hell out of me just because wilbur blew up 2 of their teammates later on in the new rounds bc of Miscommunication (he asked if it would get them extra points by TNTing them at the end bc he got some when he team-killed in the pause, and techno was talking to himself and said ‘yea’ at the same time about something else), made worse bc it was against purple and dream got the points (although Techno lived and placed the wool so they still won) and then they spent the rest of the rounds arguing, with BOTH OF THEM going D:< and phil had to tell them to shut up. either way, it worked out well for orange, winning 8-1 while purple suffered, only winning to 5-4 largely bc of the reset. either way the girls were fighting and Oh My God it freaks me out lmao

build mart! not exactly a broken bit or a glitch but i feel like it would be POORLY RECEIVED in this current mcyttwt climate. basically orange had always been infamously bad at build mart, coming 8th last tournament, and were strategising on how to win. the night before, wilbur offhandedly mentioned getting every block so they didn’t have to rush back and forth, but this was unrealistic because there were too many blocks. but local tryhard (affectionate) technoblade took this and RUN, watching 6 hours of footage across every MCC vod to make 4 shopping lists, divided into sections for each player to collect, that had the exact number of each block needed to complete any of the 26 possible builds, and they came 1st place as a result. the funniest thing is they would have done even better if the timer wasn’t reduced from 15mins to 12mins, which was probably done bc of their complaining. the really fun part about this is techno went to boast about it to dream at the end, telling him he’d went through all 26 builds, only for dream to interrupt him “there’s 27, actually” BECAUSE HE DID THE SAME THING HAHAH!!! at least something similar, including some strange Java programme? idk but their strategy didn’t work nearly as well, with their team coming in 6th (from 9th last tournament)

the real drama this time though, was audience takeover! this was the first MCC with serious issues around the takeover; before dream joined in MCC6, it was whatever techno chose, and since they both chose battle box for MCC 6 it didn’t make a difference. but this time they divided votes. dream wanted HITW and techno wanted rocket spleef. after a harsh twitter poll, HITW won with 47% to Rocket Spleef’s 43%. now at this point i think the way that voting worked was that there’s 50 NPCs in the dome, each representing 2% of the vote. but because of how many people voted and how close the polls had been, the system glitched and gave techno’s team the win in rocket spleef. THIS WENT DOWN AS POORLY AS YOU COULD IMAGINE WITH THE DREAM TEAM, who had never played rocket spleef before. the admins paused the game and tried to swap it over, but it was not in the code for them to actually be able to swap to a new game, so they had to just play on. as a result, Dream’s team fell by A Lot, and they got pretty mad about the whole situation, especially given the fact that battle box had already been reset at this point, so the fact that they couldn’t reset rocket spleef got them pretty mad, w dream genuinely threatening to log at one point

that’s the last of the Major scuffs, i think there were some minor bugs too, like an arrow pick-up glitching in dodgebolt that meant phil died (which was Unfortunate because they lost 2-3) but in the end of the day guess what!!? it doesn’t actually matter! because it’s a non-profit for-fun MINECRAFT tournament!! any streamer that gets toxic tends to immediately apologise, and the discovery of bugs and exploits helps them get patched to never happen again! the build mart block randomiser gets added, they changed the coding of the audience vote to be shiftable! and ‘let’s just play rocket spleef’ becomes a great reoccurring joke among the MCC community

the noxcrew are amazing game developers, and even the breakers myof games should be treated like fun because in the end of the day It Does Not Really Matter :) i know we’re all chill on tumblr but i just want to reinforce how good MCC is okay and i did it with this big long post about how scuffed it can be, but the important part is how it improves and how we as a community react

[ellestra]

Time to burn

I have suspected TVA was evil from the beginning and the way they would punish people for braking the rules they had no way of knowing even existed was proof enough. If something as mundane as being late for work make you pruned it hardly seem fair. But back then it seemed like pruning was just death. It turns our it much more horrifying than that. The TVA just dumps them to trash - out of sight, out of mind - so they can eaten by a monster that sucks out the time of their bones leaving only ruins behind. Everyone they prune and all who are in the range of reset charge just fed to Alioth or cannibals or, I suppose, dying of hunger. They feed people to a monster to get rid of them. That's evil. That whole place is evil.

At least the ones like Ravonna Renslayer who know and still value status quo over the truth. She always knew what happens after pruning. She knew she was sending countless beings into horrific deaths. And even after she learns that Time Keepers are a lie and the whole building a paradise of that garbage heap is bunk she wants to bury the truth. Sure she wants to know what the TVA is really about and who created it but not to rock the organisation. She is in power here and she doesn't want to rock the boat. This system works for her so she wants to stop anyone from disrupting it. After all she's not the Variant being chased to death and that all that matters.

This is a contrast to other TVA agents who learn the truth. Even if she didn't know before Ravonna learnt for Hunter C-20 they were all Variants but she just buried it with her. But Hunter B-15 and Mobius react to the horrifying realisation that they've been lied to and have been used to abused others with wanting to make up for it. That's the difference between the good and evil. Unlike Ravonna they don't hide their crimes - they tries to atone for them. B-15 helps Sylvie and loki fight the Time Keepers and uncover how deep the lie goes. And Mobius tries to save as many of the very people he prosecuted before as he can. And most importantly he apologises. He apologises to Sylvie for his role in helping TVA hunt her.

Because even when you did something bad in error - because you were lied to and indoctrinated - the people you hurt are still hurt. This is the difference to someone like Grant Ward who hid behind excuses and blaming others and someone like Mobius and Loki himself. I've seen so many people just going on about how all Loki did was the fault of his upbringing and Odin and he's just hurt but he is still the one who did it. His childhood can be an explanation of the person he became but it's not a justification. Hurting people (from trying to kill Thor to all the people on Earth) was still on him. And we see in this series that he doesn't try to justify it so don't do it for him. This is the big part of the growth - taking responsibility.

I often complain about lack of accountability in Marvel stories - especially from superheroes themselves - and it was really nice to see the characters taking time to try to make up for their mistakes at least in the TV series.

It's nice that let us see both sides of it in Lokis. They are all burdened with such mistakes and we see how those who learnt nothing from it keep repeating the same mistakes even as that brings them closer to annihilation. Those who learnt from their mistakes get a chance to show their growth. Something TVA tried to take away from them. Another one of that organisation's crimes.

And it looks like each Loki got there in their own way proving that their improvement wasn't all that unlikely as there were many paths leading to it. Kid Loki killed his Thor and I'm pretty sure that was one of Loki pranks going wrong. We see it in our main Loki's face when he hears that. In many ways Loki has always been a lot like Nebula. For all the talk about killing the sibling it was always more about wanting to be noticed and appreciated as equal. The main thing about all those attempts to kill was that they were not supposed to succeed. How can you gloat to them if their dead? They just wanted to win. So I think the reason Kid Loki helps other Lokis is to have a replacement sibling for the one he lost. Someone to hang with and not try to kill. It turns out the killing wasn't really that fun.

I'm not sure what makes Alligator Loki care besides pool and wine but if I had to guess it's him having Kid Loki and willing to kill everyone in the room even looking at him the wrong way.

Even though the Classic Loki is prone to fatalism of their inability to change we can see that he already did. He hangs with the Kid and Alligator without betraying them so he can have the companionship he missed. He saves them when push comes to shove. And in the end he also saves Sylvie and main Loki and the day. He was the hero already. He just didn't believe in himself.

But the part that really made me irrationally upset is that Old Loki never got to reunite with his Thor. He blamed himself for all the bad things that happened and let Thor believe he died. And when he tried to reconnect TVA came. All I could think at that scene was Thor during the Infinity War and Endgame - completely devastated by that loss and never learning he isn't alone. Neither of them even knowing how much the other missed them. It makes me so angry.

This is TVA crime I cannot forgive. As Loki has said it the first episode and as Mobius promised to help with back then burn the whole place. Now Loki has given him that spark and it's time to burn it all down.

[modern-vellichor]

Helloo :) I hope it's okay to request an imagine 🙈 maybe a bucky one where you're both in love with each other but didn't talk about it. Then maybe at the party (at the beginning of age of ultron) you both spend a great and fun time together until ultron breaks in and the fight begins. You get hit and hurt terribly and Bucky freaks out when he sees your broken body. Then he stays by your bedside until you wake up and you both finally confess your feelings. Later then he cares for you and all fluff ❤️ I hope it's okay

hey there! I would just like to say: I have seen most of the marvel films. I was a child of marvel, but I cannot remember anything that happens before like Ragnarok so I’m sorry :) I did rewatch the scenes and i took some lines directly from them so spoiler alert ig. it also took me a fat minute to realise that Bucky isn’t in the scene lol but enjoy doll xx Warnings; graphic description of injury, blood, Bucky fluff :), minor age of Ultron spoilers soz

The dress hugged your form perfectly. It glittered in the dim light of the party. You had found home next to Bucky. He kept a hand loosely on the small of your back, and you leaned into his side. A sparkling smile graced your features for the duration of the party. 

You loved Bucky with your whole heart, as a friend and more. You wanted him to grab your hips and pull you in for a searing kiss. You wanted to feel his teeth against your skin. you wanted your touch to roam the vast expanse of his chest.

You had a wonderful evening. You spent the night attached to Bucky’s hip. You danced and laughed and drank. You were drunk on each other’s presence. The night began to quiet down and you settled next to Maria. Bucky on your other side. Your smile was wiped from your face as you brought your attention away from Bucky and to Maria. A deep frown suddenly landed on your features. Bucky watched as you listened, whispering for Maria.

You heard a metallic thunk, and then mechanic whirring. You pulled a gun from a holster on your thigh, silently cocking the gun and turning the safety off. You were ready to attack. The thuds and the whirring grew louder, you stood up, alerting the team of your anxiousness. They saw the gun hidden behind your back and readied themselves.

The disembodied robot rounded the corner, your breath caught in your throat. It was mumbling cohesively under its breath. You studied the beast, worry growing as you assessed the situation, and it didn’t look good.

“No,” it grumbled. You took a defensive step forward, it was small as you tried to quell your shaking. “How could you be worthy?” Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to respond, but stopped yourself. Perhaps it was a simple malfunction. “You’re all killers.” It pointed at the group, but its wired finger lands on you, it lingers. It stays on your person, almost as if the thing had a grudge against you.

Steve and Stark mumbled quietly behind you, but it was frantic. Words fell from your lips before you could stop them. “Its justified, is it not?” It gazed upon you with a broken smile, it ignored your question. Maybe it was a malfunction, a simple prototype acting up. It didn’t respond to you, it wasn’t coherent.

“Sorry, I was asleep,” it said. It turned its head away from you, as if in thought. Was it confused? “Or, I was a dream.” It shook its head. Parts of it were missing. Wires were exposed in all its joints, the voice box was breaking. Fluid dripped from its arm as it swung about. Surely, it was about to fall apart. One bullet in the right place and this would all be over.

“I had to kill the other guy, he was a good guy” it said, hunched over. It acted like it was in pain.

“Who?” You asked. It ignored you once again, but when Steve spoke to it, it responded. It stood up, towering over you as you gripped the handle of your gun even harder. You took another small step forward. You were looking for a weak spot. 

“Ultron,” Bruce mumbled.

“In the flesh,” it confirmed. An idea dawned upon you, you scrambled away from the being, desperate to put as much space between you and it as possible. It laughed at your feeble attempt to flee, unaware of the plan being formulated. It finally addressed you.

“Scared, little one?”

“Not of you,” you said coolly, a small smirk on your lips. Maria stood up, and so did Bucky,

“You should be.”

Suddenly, two other robots came flying through the drywall. You launched your attack. You used the couch, using its projectile to fling you towards the bot. Ultron grunted as you landed on its back, your thighs tightened around the makeshift neck. You began to frantically cut any wires you could, but it was no use. It grabbed you with one hand and flung you across the room. You hit the wall, crumpling to the ground in a pathetic manner.

Bucky shouted for you, but you ignored him. You grabbed your gun from where it lay a few feet away from you. You began to shoot at Ultron, but it seemed invincible. You continued to launch your attack. You tried to escape, tried to find a control panel, or an override button. But one of Ultron’s sidekicks kicked you square in the chest, sending you stumbling backwards.

Bucky called out for you, tried to help you, but it was to no avail. You were immersed in the fight, there was no distracting you now.

No matter how many hits you took, you never stayed on the ground for long, Blood was soaking your dress and dripping from your face. It was matting in your hair and dripping into your mouth. You walked with a limp and your breath came wheezing out, your chest was heavy. You didn’t relent in your ruthless attack on the enemy.

Some of the team ran, others were flung from the building. But you stayed and fought. While Tony had gotten his hands on one, Thor had stunned another. It lay on the floor. You quickly jumped into action, removing plates and fumbling with wires as you tried to rewrite its code in such a small time frame. But the light in its eyes sparked again and it flung you off its back. With the help of Steve and Thor, you successfully managed to ‘kill’ it. You were probably going to use it for parts.

Three robots had fallen, and you were injured the worst. You weren’t superhuman, and you weren’t a god. You had been the first to launch yourself at Ultron without any protection, you had been the only one to get near Ultron. The other bots had thrown you around like a ragdoll, but you were stubborn and refused to give up the fight. 

“That was dramatic,” Ultron wheezed. He paced back and forth. He gazed at you as you stalked slowly towards him. “You don’t know when to stop, that’ll get you killed.” He stated nonchalantly to you, but you ignored him. He continued his monologue. “I’m sorry, I know you mean well, you just didn’t think it through... There’s only one path to peace,” he grunted, discarding the body of one of his own, it sparked on the ground. Thor threw his hammer at the villain, he hit him square in the chest. Ultron fell apart as if he were nothing.

You breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed. You fell onto ground covered in shards of glass that tore open your skin. Shards of metal and live wires sparked dangerously close to you. You panted as you let out a strained and pained groan. Bucky was quick to your side, helping you off the floor. Your vision was going, you had lost a lot of blood and your veins were still oozing.

“Hey, Bucky,” you grinned, your voice breaking as your eyes began to shut.

“Yes, doll?” He asked, frantically trying to keep you awake as he dragged you away from the scene, with Steve’s help. 

“I think its time for bed.”

Bucky opposes your proposal, but Bruce insists that sleep is the best thing for you right now. And Steve says that Bruce can be trusted, and that Bruce knows what he’s doing. So Bucky allows you to slip into a deep slumber while he slumps into a chair next to your bed.

You woke up after a few hours. Your body was stiff and bruised but the bleeding had stopped and Bruce had reset your ribs.

“Good morning, soldier,” you smiled at Bucky as he crawled gently into bed next to you. 

“Good morning,” he mumbled back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re an idiot.”

“We won, didn’t we?”

“You nearly died.”

“So, what? I signed up for this, you’re gonna break a couple ribs fighting killer robots. Haven’t you ever seen terminator?”

“What would I do without you?” He scolds. “You were just prepared to leave me? Without a proper goodbye?”

“You would have moved on,” you scoff, attempting to roll away, but his grip on you tightened and you winced. “Its not like we’re married, Barnes.”

“What if I want to marry you?” He interrogated. He raised his voice, and you lost yours completely.

“Do you want to marry me?” You asked slowly, gazing into his tired eyes.

“Not yet, i mean. I’d like to-”

You cut him off by pulling him into a heated kiss. He was gentle with you, wary of your broken body, but sparks flew, and you weren’t worried about anything else.

[viviskull]

You thought you could keep them safe, didn't you?

Oh, how wrong you were.

Did you really think you could protect them? You've failed before, many, many times before, and look where that has gotten you. Their blood soaks into your clothes, it sticks to your skin and it's still warm. Broken shards of a once golden anchor and a mangled, robotic arm lay at your feet. No, it can't possibly be, right? But it is, dear ice queen, and you're the one to blame.

You try to run away, but every step brings you to another body, bleeding by your hands.

A choruses of voices echo around you. Taunting whispers, desperate screams for help. Voices you know, friends, family, lovers. But are they really there? Or are they merely phantom remnants of those you thought you could keep safe?

You want to argue, you want to reset, you want a do over so you can fix what you've done. Surely there's a way to undo this, right?

But that doesn't change that they died, Vivi.

The universe is littered with the corpses of your failures.

Meme | Not Accepting | Vivi

No it just couldn’t be, it just couldn’t be.  You were doing everything right.  You gave them everything.  You amended their scars, their hearts, their unstable bonds, their.. All of it just had to be enough, right?

A vast ocean of blood pools at your feet, the smell of iron coils itself strongly about your head with the overwhelming stench of your failures.  Their broken, hollow shells laid crippled upon the ground, their bodies were nothing but mangled masses that joined the crimson sea.  You stood above it all, your feet only edged upon the surface of the hungry waters.  No matter how hard you wanted to tune out its whispers, their screams and cries, their painful memories always came back to haunt you.  Their wounds burned into your skin, their worst fears always leaking from every crack your mind grabbed in passing.  Your chest ached, your arm twitched as every nerve practically burned, and the painful regret of their memories clung to you with desperation.

No matter how hard you tried to hold everything together, the small pieces of their lost memories were all you’d have left of them.  Lewis’s shards, Arthur’s hand, and your own family’s building guilt.  You were above it all, but yet with your crown you still couldn’t keep them around.  Your heart suddenly felt heavy, this was all too much.  You had to run, you had to hide, you had to-

You tried to take a step back, but the frozen sea gave way in that instant.  The crimson reds that clung to your skin immediately flared with a newfound pain, your once stable platform disappeared as the vast sea quickly pulled you into its gaping jaws.  Your heart sank with it.

Countless hands formed and grasped at your body, their screams only gotten louder, angrier, as they squeezed at any inch of skin they could find.  Cold.  You could hear them hiss.  

Cold.  

Cold.  

Too hot.  

We. 

Need. 

COLD.

Every single word only pushed you deeper, and deeper into the dark sea.  Nails scratched at your skin.  Teeth bit and gnawed at every piece of you it could feel.  Everything hurts.  Everything burned.  You were just a mere ice cold in an ever consumed flame that could never suffice its hunger.  You tried to fight.  Your body ached at every movement, it only seemed to pull you further.  You tried to scream, but your lungs burned as the waters drowned out your voice.  You tried to reach out a hand towards the surface, trying to reach out for the single light that seemed so remote and absent from it all.

It shined brighter than what you were used to.  Two gold rings spun about it.  Did you really have any other choice though?

Your thoughts tried to stretch out for it, trying to call out to it.  You tried.  You tried.  You tried…

.. What makes you think we’d help you after you killed us, too?

Vivi’s eyes shot open again.  The cold air of her room was the first to hit her face, to jolt her back awake to the reality of her own making.  For a moment, she just laid stiff on her bed, her eyes stared up at her ceiling.  Her lungs burned, her breathing already shallow, but she felt the cool air finally fill into her chest.  It was still the dead of night.  Right.  

She didn’t even attempt to sit up this time.  Her hands already went up to rub at her eyelids, as if scratching at them could make her pain go away.  This was the second nightmare she had tonight.  What did any of it mean?  Why did she ever have to deal with it at all?  Many questions stormed her head.

She wasn’t going to have another good night’s sleep.  Well.. She might as well get up.  She still had some work to do.  Some coffee might help the nerves too.