#and so he’s dying and stanley can’t do anything about it

[thechaotichorselord]

Nar’s battery and doodles

LOOOOORRREEEEEE GET YA LORE HEREE 🔔🔔🔔📢📢📢

To get charged Nar usually has to hook himself up to electrical wires for a while so that he can get enough electricity into his system.

Too MUCH electricity caused an overload.

It’s extremely painful and takes a while to wear off. It’s dangerous to approach him in this form because he tends to affect a range around him with the excess energy. It’s like drinking too many red bulls at midnight and not being able to sleep in a way!

Undercharging is WORSE though, because it can lead to him being sluggish, inconsistent, and clumsy. If he’s in a rush and uncharged too fast he’ll run out of energy faster than expected and will need to spend longer getting charged than before.

If his battery drops below 5% his body will start shutting down bit by bit to save battery. His eyesight goes first, then his ability to move his legs, then his ability to move, and so on.

IF NEEDED he can resort to other types energy (like solar), which will give him a small energy boost and restore him for a brief moment. Luckily he rarely ever dropped to 5%. Probably won’t ever happen though, hehe.

One more little tidbit of info! If his battery runs out, he’s pretty much DEAD. The wires need to have an active charger to charge, and since a charger shuts off when the battery runs out, the wires cannot charge, therefore meaning Nar is gone.

Unless the Crows decide to fix him up, but they don’t exactly like him. And they mostly like people to be awake when inserting a charger or fixing them up, so they’d be bored and when Nar wakes up they’d have to satisfy their boredom SOMEHOW.

Best option? Charger torture. His back is insanely sensitive, and a punch to his charger can be so painful he’ll throw up.

Nar sure has a lot of scars near his charger from the Crows, teehee!

okay bye

[dollyyss]

WRITE MORE STAN SMUT PLSSS I BEG

PEOPLE ARE SIMPINH FOR THIS MF HOLY- I DIDNT THINK I WROTE HIM THAT FUCKING GOOD- OKAY OKAY LEMME JUST.. LEMME JUST WHIP IT UP REAL QUICK FOR EVERYONE.

I think I may also start linking songs that i listen to while writing these.

Also for some reason ya’ll are flooding my inbox with this man.. is scary idk what I did to make ya’ll go FERAL BUT TAKE THIS- PLEASE DONT HURT ME

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀, 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀, 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀.

𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ₊ ⊹

𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥‧₊˚✩彡

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𐙚

𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜;

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW/SMUT. Some aggression. MDNI

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉’𝙎 hand gripped the red solo cup. In this moment he wasn’t exactly sure if he should have been angry at you or the jackass who thought it right to walk up to you the way he did. His fingers practically ripped the cup apart whilst his eyes tore the guy apart instead. He was seeing red, fighting every part of him to not walk up and beat him to a god damn pulp.

“Careful there Stan, you might even hurt your poor wittle finger”

Cartman patted Stan’s shoulder, laughing at his own stupid joke. When Stan didn’t say anything he only looked to the side for a moment, smile fading. It didn’t take him long to see where the issue was. He groaned rolling his eyes and looking up to the somewhat taller boy.

“What. Are you jealous?”

Stan stared daggers at cartman who whipped his head back, holding his stomach in a fit of laughter

“You look.. you look so fucking stupid jealous, stop.. please stop I can’t breathe, you’re killing me here”

“Shut. The fuck. Up. Or I’ll have you on the god floor next to him”

Stanley spat back, slamming the plastic cup down onto the table of cartman’s house. Cartman put his hands up in Defense watching him storm off.

“Jesus, tough god damn crowd”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Well. This is how you ended up in your predicament. Sprawled out on Stan’s bed, door locked, clothes thrown here and there, his shirt on the bed beside you, his hands in the progress of taking off his pants.

“Stan please I honestly didn’t think he was trying to flirt, he- he walked up to me and just.. he wouldn’t stop talking, baby you have to listen to me-“

He ignored you. He fucking ignored you. Stanley god damn marsh was good at keeping that stupid annoyed look on his face. Was good at staying mad at you, mastered it even, he could be a fucking prick when he wanted to keeping up the act just to piss you off, to turn it all around on you until you apologized.

“I don’t care.”

“Stan, you have to believe-“

“Fucking Christ.”

He’s in such a rush to pull down his pants, yours included. The poorly dyed blonde tossed them both to the side before letting his tongue drag up your stomach, stoping just below your jaw to bite at the soft spots on your skin, his hands roamed wildly, his touch like fire against the cold skin your nerves produced. His hand finds its spot between your legs, where it always did.. like habit, he worked on you like he knows just how to take care of you. And oh god he did. He knows what felt good, he knew what made your back arch and eyes squeeze tightly shut, what made your silly little mind shut off. He knew what made you twist the way you do.. he knew what made you spew out his name. His lips met your own, kissing with such aggression. His point was clear he was pissed off. He didn’t like people touching you in ways that only he could, he didn’t like people getting to close to what was his.

“If you don’t be quiet I swear to fucking god”

Stan’s hand had been placed on your mouth for the last 15 minutes just to keep you silent but when it doesn’t work he’s about to lose his god damn mind. He stops moving his hips, grabbing onto you and pulling out so he can flip you over.

“Ass up.”

“What..?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. You heard me”

Within an instant you were ass up and face down. His warm hands caressed at your hips, placing kisses to your back before finding his way back into you. The feeling of you around him earned you a satisfied moan, his teeth chewing down onto his bottom lip to help him focus on moving his hips back and forth in a rhythmic pace. The sound of his skin against yours echoed throughout his room, his fingers finding their way to your mouth. He picked up his pace, his moans practically coming out as growls. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t find any will to stop he needed you to know how much he needed you. How it was him you were with, who you should be with. He wanted to show you how much he can love you. How much he can give you. And fuck was he giving it to you. He grit his teeth to hold back the endless moans he had bottled up, the pleasurable cries he so badly wanted to let out but would wake up his Parents by doing so.

“Tell me you love me~”

Your eyes widened, hands gripping onto the sheets of his bed, his fingers slipped out of your mouth to give your ass a harsh slap.

“Please Baby, tell me, tell me you love me. Tell me you’re mine. You’re mine”

Stan’s pace was quicker then it was before. You tried so hard to speak but all that came out were incoherent words, was nonsense, you were so brain dead, so god damn drained from how much he’d been going. He was becoming desperate. Stan’s hands gripped onto your hips harder, pushing you back onto him each time he slammed back in.

“M’so good, it’s so good, damn good”

His hands slid up your sides, finding himself wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into shoulder. His new angle was just enough to make him almost cum on the spot. Stan’s jaw was slack, breathing heavily. He stopped his pace, earning a whine out of you.

“If I .. I just.. if I keep going like this m’gonna cum..”

“But I want you too~.. for me.. please St-Stan”

“Oh my goddd”

Stan whimpered out pathetically at the way your hips rocked back onto him, his teeth sinking into your neck to keep himself quiet whilst your movements were like torture against his already sensitive length. Once he thought he was able to control himself, he pumped into you at his stupid fucking ungodly pace, he found his stomach knotting, his head hanging low as he was now sat back up, hands gripping your wrists to place them behind your back. He was gonna cum, he was so damn close, he wanted to fill you so badly, to have you leaking because of him. To mark you as Stan’s. And Stan’s alone.

“M’mgonna cum, want it all in you, m’gonna fill you up so fuckin good”

His words are mumbles, ones your brain aren’t catching in this moment all you wanted was for him to be deep.. so deep.. you’re thoughts are cut short when he hits that one sensitive spot, that one spot he’s come to be so familiar with. You try desperately to wiggle out of his lock on your hands but he only grips harder growling.

“If you keep moving I swear to fucking god I’ll have you over my god damn knees. Keep still.”

Stan spoke in a ruthless tone, deep. One you only ever hear when he’s pissed off.. jealous even. His grip kept tightening, leaning down to watch your face twist and contort, at the this point you’d think his hips would’ve been sore, red. They were indeed red and sore but he wasn’t stopping until he had you marked, and it wasn’t long before he did.

“Just stay quiet. I’m right there, just.. fucking hell just stay like that, lemme cum in you please let me, let me.. It’s never felt like this before”

He was speaking in broken breaths, whispering to you.. he was close.. he was right there, right at the rattling end of it all. Stan turned your head enough to place his lips onto yours, right in time for his body to give one last deep thrust, his load stringing out for what felt like forever. His grip to keep you in spot was enough to leave markings, soft purple spots forming under his fingertips. He continued to rest on your shoulder, eyes squeezed shut whilst his body twitched every so often. When he pulled out his lips held back wild moans, desperate to feel you again.

“Jesus fucking Christ..”

He paused, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“are you okay?”

Stan rubbed the small of your back, collapsing back down onto the bed next to you. He watched while you tiredly shuffled closely nodding your head against him.

“Don’t go falling asleep on me just yet, I need to get you cleaned up”

His fingers laced through your hair, lips mumbling against your forehead. He carefully sat up finding a pair of sweats to throw on. Before he made his way to the bathroom across from his room his looked back at you, your dopey smile, half lidded eyes and the work he made of you.

He admired it. Was.. proud of it even. Watching you leak him out.

Maybe making Stan jealous wasn’t so horrible.

[tinfoil-jones]

Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 18

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here.

“(italics)” Indicates that the speaker is speaking in Spanish (unless stated otherwise). This author only knows English, and I did not want to misrepresent Spanish by using Google Translate.

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CH.18

“FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS I LAY DORMANT. WHO HAS DISTURBED MY- Oh hey Fordsy, what’s up?”

“Cipher, I need to project into a different mindscape.”

“I already know who it is, but tell me anyways.”

“My mother, Caryn Pines. I need to glimpse into her memories. She should still be asleep at this time, going deeper into her mindscape will be easier than if she were awake.”

“Oh, wow, your own mom. Aren’t you worried she’ll know it’s you?”

“She’s not a real psychic, my muse. She will be none the wiser.”

“If you insist, let’s hope that isn’t foreshadowing.”

SNAP

(...)

“Stan, this is Ms. Ramirez, and she is the Hypnotherapist I referred you to.”

“Stretch here has been saying great things about ya, ma’am.”

“Hello Mr… Stan? The last name is blank… (I’m sorry).”

“(I'm not offended. I don't know what it is either.)”

“(Where did you learn Spanish?)”

“(Colombia.)”

“Ah, yes. Dr. McGucket, are you sitting in on this session?”

“Yes, I am.”

“And Mr. Stan, you are okay with this?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

“Very well… This dosage of ketamine is based on your height and weight, and will be delivered intranasally. I also adjusted based on your extensive drug history. Normally, I’d consider this dosage to be lethal but…”

“Don’t worry, not dying when I really should is actually my first or second greatest skill.”

“...First or second?”

“Yeah, it’s interchangeable with lying.”

“Try to be honest during this session at least…”

(...)

“How are we going to find her specific memories about Stanley and this… accident?”

“Well Fordsy, her mindscape is structured like a carnival-”

“I can see that.”

“You can. They can’t. Anyways, one of these rides or attractions gotta be based on guilt or grief, let’s start there.”

(...)

“Let’s go back to when you were first on the streets, Stan.”

“...Okay…”

“How old were you?”

“17.”

“How did you start out?”

“Lived… Lived? I was- I was living in my car…”

“Only there?”

“For a few weeks… had a hard time. I caved and went to a homeless shelter but- but only once. Never again.”

“Why is that Stan?”

“...Something bad happened.”

“What bad thing?”

“I… I… I don’t want to-.”

“You don’t have to talk about that specifically, if it’s too distressing for you. Do you remember anything else from the homeless shelter? Was there a reason you went there that time and not before?”

“That one had free telephones.”

(...)

“Okay so we’ve been to the Dunk Tank of Phobias, The Rifle Range of Unrealistic Beauty Standards, The Deep-Fried Food Stand of Excuses, The Carousel of Broken Dreams, The Dime Pitch of Daddy Issues, The Strength Tester of Mommy Issues, The Roller Coaster of Regrets-.”

“Bill, you don’t have to list off everywhere we’ve been, everytime we are about to enter another carnival attraction.”

“You never know when the narrative will pick us up again.”

“I do not even want to know how that reasoning works.”

“Ah- look over here Sixer! It’s the Funhouse Mirrors of Memories!”

“I can read the sign, my muse.”

“Let’s go in here, and wander around aimlessly until we find that specific string of memories you’re looking for.”

(...)

“You needed to use the telephone?”

“I was… scared.”

“Scared?”

“I just… I just wanted to talk to my mom…”

(...)

“Is this the home of Caryn and Filbrick Pines?”

“Yes? Is there a problem?”

“Ma’am, do you recognize this license plate?”

“STNLYMBL… Yes, that belongs to my son, Stanley- is something wrong? Did his car get stolen?”

“Ma’am… You may want to sit down for this.”

“We should skip this part, IQ. You already know what they’re about to tell her.”

(...)

“Can you remember what you wanted to talk to your mom about?”

“I didn’t know what to do… I wanted help, I…”

(...)

“Where… where is everybody?”

“It looks like PTSD Barnum had a mostly empty funeral.”

“That can’t be-.”

*Bill suddenly winks out of the scene*

“Stanford? What are you doing here?”

“...Ma?”

“You weren’t at this funeral, sweetie.”

“Where- Where’s Pa? Where’s Sherman?”

“Shermie couldn’t make it, his son was sick. And your father… He won’t admit it, but he wouldn’t be able to handle it, so he didn’t come.”

“And who is that?”

“An IRS agent.”

“This isn’t over.”

“Ma… Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Stanford, I tried to. Every time I brought up his name over the phone you hung up. I thought you knew and… you weren’t handling it well, just like your father.”

“Ma, you can’t really believe Stanley’s dead. He-.”

“You should have known first, Stanford. Can’t you see your bond was severed?”

“...Bond?”

“Your twin bond.”

“That is not a real thing, Ma.”

“You do not get to project yourself into the Astral Plane and tell your Ma what is or is not real here.”

“...”

“I need you to think about your brother - really, really think about him. How much you loved each other, how close you were. And imagine there is a rope between you two… like one that keeps a boat attached to a dock.”

*a rope suddenly appears, with one end fading into Ford’s chest. The other end appears clean cut after a few yards*

“Just as I thought.”

“What is this, Ma?”

“I told you, sweetheart. Your twin bond. Not all twins have it, but you two did. You can see… the other half is gone, it’s been severed. There’s nothing for you to attach to anymore.”

“Th-that doesn’t mean he’s dead! Couldn’t one of us have severed it another way?”

“One of you would have to have enough of a presence on the Astral Plane to manually sever it. I can see you are here, but if you do not remember severing it, it means Stanley would have had to have been the one to cut it. And… your brother never showed me the ability to deeply meditate enough to have a presence here, let alone sever a bond.”

“Ma, he’s not gone-.”

“Oh sweetheart… They never really leave us.”

(...)

“Help with what?”

“My life, what to do, where to go- everything. I… I just wanted to go home.”

“And why didn’t you?”

“I wasn’t allowed to… I did something wrong, I-. I don’t remember what it was, but I did something, and I wasn’t allowed back home anymore.”

(...)

“Is she going to remember any of this, Cipher?”

“If you’d talked to her mental projection while she was awake, maybe. But she’s asleep right now, only her unconscious mind will remember. While awake she might just have a feeling.”

“This twin bond, it’s a real thing?”

“Lots of things in the Dreamscape can be real - you only have to imagine it.”

“So this bond is something she made up- that she had me imagine was real?”

“Oh, no, yours is definitely real. At one point, you and your twin both believed in ‘Twinsense’ so much you manifested that connection all by yourselves. Impressive for a pair of twins who didn’t know how to manipulate the dreamscape at the time.”

“And… It's severed. Why is it severed?”

“Your mommy just told you, Fordsy. Either the other end of that connection is gone, or your brother actually managed to come into the dreamscape and cut it himself.”

“I need more data… I need to know how he did it.”

“So, you’re gonna ask him?”

“No. I need more data.”

“That’s what I expected from you, Sixer.”

(...)

“Stan?”

“...Fiddleford?”

“Do you feel yourself coming back?”

“Yeah…”

“Ms. Ramirez left a few minutes ago. Do you remember any of that?”

“Most of it I think?”

“Stan… do you remember saying that you were kicked out of your home?”

“Yeah… I kinda always felt like that was it but I couldn’t put the memories into place. I’ve been sabotaging myself since I was just a snot nosed punk after all.”

“Stan, it doesn’t matter what you did, you were only seventeen, you were still a kid. For Heavens sake, one of your first instincts was to try to call your mama.”

“S’not like we can do anything about it now. And I don’t even remember my mom.”

(...)

“Conference! Conference now!”

“I’m not in the mood for a meeting right now, Fiddleford…”

*Fiddleford drags him to the office anyways and locks the door*

“Fine. What information did you gain from the hypnotherapy session? Any useful data?”

“Stanford?”

“...Yes?”

“Look at me.”

SLAP

“What the-! Fiddleford!”

“You have some nerve, Dr. Stanford Pines. Nerve, and a thumpin’ gizzard for a heart.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why did you lie?”

“Lie about what?!”

“You told me that your twin brother Stanley left home when he had a following out with you over your science fair project. But he remembers being thrown out.”

“...”

“So, it’s true.”

“...I didn’t lie, I said he left, I didn’t say it was his choice.”

“I know darn well that we attended the same ethics class, and they made it clear early on that deliberately withholding information is the same as deceit. Now, you wanna share with the class what really happened?”

“Our father had imagined if I had been accepted into West Coast Tech I would have been wildly rich and successful. When we found out Stanley sabotaged my project, he kicked him out of the household and told him to not come home unless if he brought back millions.”

“That is… Awful.”

“I know it is.”

“Then why lie about it?”

“...”

“Stanford. Be honest with me. Or at least be honest to yourself right now.”

“Because I feel guilty about it. Back then- back then I felt justified, I was so upset I thought he deserved it. But then we got older, and the more I thought about it, I realized… it was wrong. I thought-...”

“Thought what?”

“I thought maybe he was always going to strike out on his own, as some act of defiance against- I don’t know, our father? Me? The IRS? Something.”

“You thought you could alleviate your own feelings of guilt by convincing yourself that he wanted what happened? Stanford, he was seventeen.”

“So was I.”

“It isn’t your fault your father kicked him out, you were just a minor yourself. What is your fault is that you saw your brother was an amnesiac and still changed the narrative to fit your own comfort zone. You cannot ask someone to trust you, and not have the common decency to be honest. You’ve been so overprotective, and yet still keep him at arm's length.”

“I am not over protective.”

“Horse feathers! You’ve been over compensating like hell this whole time. He’d still be in the containment cell if he didn’t break out of it. I wouldn’t be surprised if you implanted a tracking chip somewhere on him.”

“I did not chip him! Every time I tried they just short out for some reason.”

“... What?”

“What is it you want from me, Fiddleford?”

“For you to see that Stan isn’t stupid. You think he doesn’t realize what you’ve told him isn’t properly aligning to what he’s starting to remember? What are you going to do if he confronts you?”

“...I don’t know.”

“Some brother you are. You should talk to him before one of you has a breakdown, it’s for your own good.”

“Wow. It is quite annoying to be on the receiving end of that phrase.”

To be continued…

[tiniedemon]

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comforting after a breakup headcanons

main 4 / reader (platonic)

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cw | suicide jokes, mentions of violence

stan

— has no fucking clue what to do when you show up on his doorstep bawling your eyes out

— just awkwardly lets you cry on him

— “what’s wrong?” “i just got dumped” “damn that’s tough” “STANLEY”

— offers you booze

— absolutely lets you have aux

— turns into the messiest bitch the second you spill about what happened

— *dramatic gasp* “oh my gosh they didn’t” “no fucking way are you so fr right now”

kyle

— immediately guesses what happened

— “you got dumped didn’t you?” “how’d you know ☹️” “you look like you’ve been listening to olivia rodrigo”

— lets you cry against him

— only responds when he gets the full story

— “i’m so sorry sweetheart. what can i do?”

— super duper supportive

— anything you say goes & i really do mean anything

— “can we key their car pls 🥺” “i’ll call the guys kenny has ski masks”

kenny

— hugs you the second he sees the tears

— puts a blunt in your hand and lights it while you rant about what happened

— matches your energy 100% to the extreme

— “i fucking hate them!” “yeah what a fucking douche canoe!” “oh but i loved them so much” “ugh me too i really thought it was meant to be”

— gets your mind off it by asking a stupid stoned question

— will not stop rambling about his sudden high revelations until you’re dying laughing

— offers to slash their tires but won’t actually do it unless you agree

eric

— closes the door in your face

— only opens it when you knock again

— lets you in but has a major attitude about it

— “what is it this time? did your little s/o cheat on you? ……… wait they did?”

— laughs for a solid two minutes about it

— gives you movie pick privileges

— “you can pick the movie this time but i swear to god y/n if you pick some dumbass romance movie i’m killing myself”

— shares his snacks but only if you go get them

— lets you fill him in on all the drama and then makes a whole plan on how he’ll get revenge

— “…. i’m just saying if we paralyze them they can’t fuck other bitches” “eric… no….”

[cravingpepsimax]

hs reference like a flashbang aside, choosing a dave and rose excerpt activated something in my brain. (stan voice) it’s just like them. in a way

one is a certified journal writer mastering the arts of the horrors and homosexuality, while the other’s a comic drawing “”cool”” twin with a touch of big brother worship. ford a constant knowledge (light) seeker. stan and the motif of fire. the similarities obviously stop at the surface level traits but thats actually so funny

actually, i wouldn’t say the similarities are surface-level at all!

both ford and rose deal with the Horrors, yes, but there’s more to that. the reason they deal with them is for the same endgoal — obtaining knowledge. this even results in them both being taken advantage of a nigh-omniscient, devil figure (doc scratch vs bill). like you mentioned, she journals, but i’d also like to point out her walkthrough. kanaya reads her walkthrough, not knowing the identity of rose, creating an idea of her in her head, using it as a reference for her own journey… hey, doesn’t that sound familiar?

also, like, horrorterrors aside, you’re out of your mind if you don’t think ford would have a book called “grimoire for summoning the zoologically dubious”. like, title alone, that’s a ford thing.

like ford, rose thinks of herself as a character in a story, rather than just… a person (light player moment). she’s surprisingly calm about sacrificing herself to create the Green Sun, like how ford had resigned himself to being trapped in various hell dimensions, as long as that meant his dimension being safe from bill. also, they’re both nerds that are terrifyingly good at combat.

the rose-ford parallels aren’t shit compared to the dave-stan parallels, though.

they’ve both got a father that isn’t easily impressed, that pushes them to learn how to fight and how to fight well, who wears sunglasses 24/7. they both seem to have complicated feelings about their father, despite their father being shitty & abusive.

despite their detached appearances, both stan and save genuinely care for those close to them, and will do drastic things to protect them. becoming davesprite, dying for jade, actually just dying a lot in general (time player moment), and sacrificing himself for the Green Sun are just a few examples of this.

neither of them really want to do what they’re doing, either. dave doesn’t like time travel. it’s complicated. it’s scary. he’s afraid of his own mortality, and time travel involves a LOT of death. not just his own, either — if he fucks it up, he could end up killing literally everyone. but he does it anyways, because he has to.

stan hates science and math. growing up, he struggled in school, even with the smartest kid in school being his brother. but he still taught himself everything he needed to know to get the portal up and running — with only a third of the instructions. he did shit he hated, complicated shit he hated, for 30 years, because he had to. despite ford criticizing his recklessness, there’s not a single timeline where ford gets sucked into the portal and stan DOESN’T try to save him. and, just like how dave sacrifices himself for the Green Sun, stan’s willing to have his memory wiped for the sake of beating bill. sure, the Green Sun might’ve led to dave god tiering, but dave didn’t know that — just like how stan didn’t know his memory would come back.

they’ve also got the whole “i’m not a hero” thing, despite regularly doing heroic things.

(also, couldn’t find a gif of it, but ford calling stanley a hero both in the show after his sacrifice & in the journal)

also, just… read the aspect descriptions for light and time and tell me that isn’t ford and stan. especially time for stan.

…also, erm, fitting the themes of this blog, dave has… some stuff going on

also apparently davesprite and his rose may have gotten together according to the hs book commentary but i don’t own those and i can’t find an actual like. image or anything so don’t quote me on that lmao

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Oooh, I'm so happy how the how you wrote the request! However, if you want angst, then I have some ideas!

Xeno and Stanley partner chose to deflect to go protect the kingdom of science, but they ended up dying protecting them, either by their hands or under their commands. Once they are revived, they feel uneasy around them after the peace treaty.

- 🧨 anon

hi 🧨 anon! I was digging through the depths of my mind for this one so I’m sorry if it’s not that good. I only did Xeno for this one because I found both of the stories to be really similar. Pls enjoy🩷

ANGSTY XENO  SCENARIO ‼️💔

Xeno: North America Arc

You walk through the castle, guards and citizens alike bowing before you. You definitely haven’t gotten used to it, sure you had fans in the past that would try to grab at you or cry when you smiled at them, but they never looked afraid. The new member, Gen, follows you. You were in charge of making sure he wasn’t doing anything suspicious. “Say y/n Chan~ what’s with you and Xeno anyway? He seems cruel to everyone else, even that Stanley fellow, but he seems to be very fond of you.” You can’t help but giggle. His words made you think about the ways Xeno treated you differently from the others. Where as he would much rather work he still sits next to you as the both of you watched some type of romcom or when he thanked you for listening to his long rambles about elegant science while he forces everyone else to suck it up and listen. “He’s my husband. Of course he’s going to be less cruel to me, even though I don’t see his actions as particularly cruel.” Gen’s face visibly changed from curiosity to confusion. That happened a lot. “Quiet now please,” you tell Gen, “Xeno needs to ask you some things.” As soon as you walk into the lab, Xeno asks one strong question to Gen. “Who’s their scientist?” You see Gen freeze for only a moment, then he shouts, “DR. TAIJU OF COURSE!” That’s all Xeno needed to hear. After he calls the “junior scientist” he does something unusual to you, “will you leave for just a moment y/n?” Puzzled is the best way to describe your look, but nevertheless you left them anyway. You werent stupid though, you knew something was up, so you carefully listened in. You could barely hear their faint whispers, only getting snippets of their conversation. Junior. Stanley. Water. Gen. Target. Luna. Nitrogen. Everything else is a mystery. You see Stanley walk out and call for Luna, Carlos, and Max. Xeno slowly comes out and looks at you. “Don’t fret love,” he takes your hand and kisses it, “all will be alright.” “What’s going on Xeno? This isn’t like you.” “I just want to make sure this junior science brigade doesn’t get in the way of our plans.” He kisses your cheek and walks away leaving you more confused than you were before. You feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn to see Gen. he motions for you to get closer to him, which you do. In one small whisper, he says, “they’re going to kill Dr Taiju.” Your breath catches in your throat, but you don’t care. You start to run. You can’t let this happen! You won’t!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You make it to their ship, right as Ryusui yells, “Sniper!” Quick which one is Dr Taiju?? You frantically look, but you notice him. You’ve only met him once, but that one time was enough. Man he’s grown so much, it really felt like yesterday he was in the conference room eating the cookies you made while he waited for his father. The way he spouted about going to space with a goofy grin on his face. Boy did he remind you of Xeno. Xeno? Why was he doing this? Does he really know what he’s doing? Does he know the real scientist is Senku? Stanley’s about to strike and you need to help him! Quickly! You sprint. “Senku!” The boy’s head turned, shocked. You hear the sound of the gun. You push Senku out of the way, then, all you feel is pain. “Y/N!!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

“Stanley, what happened? Stanley!” All Xeno could hear was Stanley’s heavy breathing. “Stanley! Get ahold of yourself! You act like you’ve never done this before! What’s going on?!” Stanley’s breath is still heavy. “Xeno I… I didn’t mean… where did she come from?” “What the hell are you…” He looks around the room, again, and again, and again. His eyes meet Gen’s “Where’s y/n?” Nervously Gen speaks, “she ran out of the castle… she heard what you were doing and…” “Get. Out.” Gen doesn’t hesitate to leave. Xeno turn back to the mic. “Tell me you didn’t shoot her Stan… please… tell me you killed the scientist…” “I’m sorry Xeno…” is all Stanley could say. All Stanley could hear was Xeno fall to the ground. “Weren’t you the highest rank sniper in the whole military?!! You said you could do it and you failed! How could you hit her?!!!! Damn you! You better hope she’s ok or I’ll make you suffer you asshole!! Damn it damn it damn it!!!!! Y/n please…please survive! I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry….”

~~~~~~~~~~~

You wake up to Luna sitting by your side. “She’s waking up!” You instantly feel a hand on yours. Your body moves on its own, quickly getting up and grabbing Luna, pushing her behind you. “Luna get out of here! He might hurt you!” Luna looks at the man was just sitting beside you. Xeno’s face looks distraught. The fear in your eyes makes his heart ache. Xeno reaches his hand out to you. The closer his hand gets, the more fear appears on your face. “Luna you need to get out of here!” You say as you try to push her away. “Go hurry!” You hear the door swing open. “What’s all the damn commotion??” You all look to see Senku standing in the doorframe annoyed. Immediately, you run to him holding him in your arms. “Oh thank God you’re alive!” Annoyance radiates off of Senku’s face, but he still allows you to hold him. “Senku! You have to get out of here! He’s gonna try to kill you again!” Xeno reaches out to you once more, only to for you to flinch away from him. “Why’re you so afraid y/n?” Xeno asks, “I’m your husband, I l-“ “No you’re not. You’re not the man I married.” Without hesitation you throw your wedding ring at him, take Senku’s hand, and leave without looking back. He’s lost you.

[alaskan-wallflower]

Kyle's kids headcanons,please!

Ofc! (tw for divorce/parent death mention)

(It was never really said who the mother was so)

Kyle’s kids live in an interfaith household. Their mom was Christian and of course, Kyle is Jewish

The kids were allowed to pick which religion they wanted to follow, his son chose Judaism and his daughter is still undecided.

His son’s name is Elijah Stanley Broflovski

His daughter’s name is Skylar Sheila Broflovski

Elijah is 15 and Skylar is 10

The two are really close to each other, much like Ike and Kyle were

I honestly can’t see Kyle divorcing his wife, I feel like he’s the kind of person to try to fight for a relationship whether it’s toxic or not. He just doesn’t want it to fall apart. But I guess if it began taking a mental toll on him he’d go through? Or if his spouse was truly unhappy he’d do what he thought was best.

Either that or I was considering the mom possibly dying when (at least Elijah) was very young? But I dunno

Either way Kyle is a single parent

So he was kind of left alone with a five year old and a three month old but he loves his kids so, so much

(Anyway I’ll separate the hcs now)

Skylar

She goes by Skye

She was named after her mom’s mother

Shes really, really bubbly (think Kinkajou from Wings of Fire or Mabel from Gravity Falls)

Shes very bouncy and energetic

Kyle cannot keep up with her

Shes probably one of the more popular kids in her class because of her high energy and kind personality

But boy oh boy is she stubborn

Her stubbornness tends to get her in trouble, especially at school

She also doesn’t really have a filter

So she tends to say something kind of out of pocket thinking it’s completely okay to say

She loves her older brother more than anyone

If he were to get a girlfriend or something she would be extremely jealous tbh-

She loves plushies

She has a gigantic collection of them and if her brother or dad are upset she gives them one that reminds her of them

(Her dad’s is a grizzly bear plush and her brother’s is a raccoon)

Shes an outdoors kind of girl

She does gymnastics

She’s a complete daddy’s girl

And a bit of a kissass when she wants something

Her birthday is June 26th

But she’s a sweet kid

Elijah

(I’ve thought so much about him-)

His birthday is October 13th

He’s a lot more subdued than his sister

But he is by no means, shy or anything

He’ll talk to you if you talk to him or if you catch his interest

He’s the school’s star soccer player

Hes been playing since he was 5

He’s very, very tall

Hes taller than his dad by the time he’s a sophomore (he grows to be around 6’7’’)

Hes very lanky as well. As a result he’s pretty clumsy and awkward

Hes really artsy. In the means that he’s good at drawing.

He can be really sarcastic and witty sometimes which tends to get him into conflicts-

But for the most part he knows his audience

He got his name from his mother’s grandfather

He hates nicknames. Absolutely despises them.

He has a very large appetite-like it’s a little bit concerning-

He was chubby as a kid but grew out of it

He has no problem with being affectionate with his sister and showing he cares about her

Hes pretty cool tempered, but say one word about his family and he will absolutely fuck you up

Hes more verbal than physical but will get physical if needed

Anyway I love these two but this is all I had time for :/ If anyone has anything in specific they wanna hear about lmk!

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

Narrator!Yuu Mini AU

Narrator!Yuu where it’s kind of like some parts of Stanley Parable and some parts of Just More Doors are mooshed together. They occasionally get scripts or like an outline of what’s going to happen in the future but they aren’t allowed to specifically say what it is because that’s cheating.

Mayhaps Narrator!Yuu in this AU gets the ability to turn back time but it can only be used if something happens that shouldn’t be part of the story like someone dying. It’s kind of like Relive!Yuu except Yuu isn’t the one that keeps dying but the cast of the Twisted Wonderland and Yuu’s trying to guide them to an ending where none of them dies.

“Grim, Grim! Come on! Please, you have to go to Scarabia! This is very important! Grim! Damn it, I’ll tell Crowley to give you 5 tuna cans-- no, 10 tuna cans if you go and stay in Scarabia for a few days!”

Or…

“What makes you think the Headmaster’s going to listen to you, Yuu?”

“Oh, he will. He will if he doesn’t want this school to burn down in flames.”

Now this just somehow made me think of Padparadscha from Steven Universe. Padparadscha!Yuu, heh. That’ll probably be for another day but anyway, Yuu probably has multiple monitors to look at, each on the different dorms and various places around school to help with their narration so they’re well aware of the situations of each dorms.

Speaking of narration, anyone can hear them, assuming that they’re speaking into the microphone and picked a place to narrate. Like for example, if they decided to narrate in the Heartslabyul kitchens, then the narration will only stay in Heartslabyul kitchens and nowhere else. Technically it’s kind of like Mr. Voice but without the power to affect anything outside their screen aside from turning back time.

That being said, they can only narrate in places they know and are on their screen monitor. So asking for help from Deuce and Ace for Grim in the Scarabia arc is impossible because they don’t know where they are. Another thing that would likely stop Yuu from asking for help is because they’re the narrator. The narrator can only narrate, that was all there is to it. They can guide but not actively participate so this limits a lot of the ‘deus ex machina’ options they have.

And just like Mirror!Yuu, it’s a lonely life. Narrator!Yuu is most likely touch-starved and wants to interact with the others outside of just being a narrator, too.

“Yeah, well, you think I want to narrate everything I see while also being trapped in this room that has no windows or doors? There’s no food here or drinks here and I can’t even bring those in because I can’t get out! I haven’t even eaten food or drank water since a long, long time ago that I would’ve probably been dead and dust now but somehow, through magic or whatever, I’m still alive! And I don’t get paid! What else am I supposed to do?”

Narrator Yuu is just stuck in a small room with walls painted gray. The rules that they have to follow painted on one of the walls, almost mocking them. Aside from the monitors in front of them, the microphone, their chair and the scripts, they have nothing else. They can only watch in envy as others go on with their lives while they stay in their prison. Yuu never asked to be here. They didn’t want to be stuck here…

Well, anyway, just imagine Yuu noticing an extra teacup and an empty chair in one of Heartlabyul’s tea party. They ask about it and find out that it’s for them.

“Although you have no physical body, it would still be rude if we left you out just because of something like this. You’re always welcome to the Unbirthday parties, Yuu.”

Or something like that where each dorm tries to include Yuu even when they’re not physically there.

[sublime-beyond-loss]

When it comes to the Mariella Ending, most people seem to attribute malice on the narrator’s part and assume he intentionally sends Stanley into a panic attack before killing him, or that he’s projecting his own existential angst onto Stanley (that’s my own reading of this ending, for the most part). Interestingly though, he never really breaks character in this ending and stays an impartial narrator simply giving voice to Stanley’s thoughts. He doesn’t break in with any quips or malicious comments about what he’s doing to Stanley. 

In this ending, it genuinely feels like Stanley becomes aware of what he is before panicking and dying. The narrator doesn’t really do anything to him, he just narrates his thoughts. The whole point of the game is that he can’t force Stanley to do anything, so it’s not as if he was controlling his thoughts like a puppet on strings. If you really want to attribute malice to his actions, you could say that him bringing awareness to the unreality of Stanley’s life is what caused him to break, but they could just be Stanley’s natural thoughts occurring in that moment too. Maybe it just so happens that on this specific path, the conditions end up being right to cause Stanley to realize he’s not a real person, have a big ‘ol existential freak out, and die from the shock. Ironically, this would be one of the few endings that really separate Stanley and his thought processes from the player. He is more of his own character in this ending than any other, in the one where he happens to figure out he’s not real. 

And because of that separation from the player, I think Marella is brought in to become the new stand-in for the player for the rest of the ending, as brief as her appearance is. Her thoughts about Stanley are supposed to mirror are own. Lololol, look at this crazy person who thinks nothing is real. I am sane, I am real, and I exist in the real world that is very much real, says the character with even less presence than any other character in this game. And when you really think about it, you the player are just as intangible in this game world without Stanley as the narrator is without you to listen to him, as this ending and the Real Person Ending end up showing. You are nothing more than a pair of eyes looking at a screen making meaningless button inputs without a Stanley to inhabit this world for you. Only you can make choices, but you can’t make choices without Stanley. 

After all, this ending is one of the few to truly wrestle control of Stanley away from you, while the Real Person ending leaves you in a state of controllable helplessness. Perhaps it’s some sort of self-actualization going on for Stanley. He becomes his own character in the Marella ending, but the knowledge that he is not real breaks him, and the act of going through the Freedom ending seemingly causes him to self-actualize in less fatal ‘discovering forbidden knowledge’ sort of way that ultimately ends with him free from the player’s control. The narrator even tells him not to dwell on the mysteries of his life and to just enjoy it, because knowledge of what he is will break him. All of this reminds me a bit of the concept of CHIM and Zero Summing from the Elder Scrolls universe.

Come to think of it, I’m going to swerve off into a different direction for a little bit and consider the idea that Stanley is always his own person outside of the player at all times. It’d be really interesting if it turned out that the narrator created Stanley to make choices for him only for Stanley to be unable to handle making choices as well and so the player is brought in to make choices for both of them. It makes sense considering some of the things the narrator says in places that seem to imply there was a time when Stanley acted on his own before the player took control. Honestly, with this context, it makes the Real Person Ending funny as shit instead of heartbreaking. It’s not that Stanley is a mindless shell that doesn’t move without the player controlling him, it’s that he can’t decide which door to go through without the player to make the choice for him, so he just stands there frozen with paralyzing indecision while the narrator cries lmao. It takes the unholy trio of you, Stanley, and The Narrator to keep this autism simulator running, I guess. 

I also really like that the Mariella ending seems to imply that until that specific moment, even though Stanley can hear the narrator at all times, he didn’t notice or care that he’s narrating everything about him. It definitely gets you thinking. Like Stanley is so used to the narrator speaking in his head that he just attributes it to his own natural thought process. For him it’s completely normal to have a british person narrating all of his actions, until this ending throws him into an existential spiral about it. Maybe the protagonist and narrative tend to co-exist in much greater harmony when there isn’t a third party constantly mucking things up and throwing his story off track lol.

You could say the player is the true villain of the piece, or maybe not. Your screwing things up for the main character and getting in the way of the narrative playing out the way its intended clearly causes near endless chaos, but its clear that the narrative can’t play out without you either. I mean, you can play out the intended path for Stanley and give him his happy ending, or you can make him and his narrative as miserable as possible an infinite amount of times. Maybe that’s why the Femarrator wants you to turn the game off, but as the skip button ending shows, what’s a narrative without an audience? Maybe the whole message is that video games are inherently a bad medium to deliver a story due to the interactive nature of them inevitably causing Ludonarrative Dissonance, but the game also contradicts that because the branching paths and the chaos you sow to the narrative show that it’s a good way to deliver a unique story too, through an interactive medium you cannot experience the same way through a movie, show, or book.  

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Everybody Talks (Ethan x MC)

Summary: At a conference hosted by the American Medical Association, Ethan stumbles upon an unpleasant conversation about his girlfriend.

Warnings: None

~v~

Ethan watches as his girlfriend owns the room. At the American Medical Association conference in their own city of Boston, in the large ballroom of The Ritz Carlton, he quietly observes from the corner as she excitedly chats with a Dr. Catherine Stanley, a renowned surgeon from Columbia, while everyone within an arm's reach of her is drawn in by the sheer magnetism of her presence. He’ll never get tired of watching her like this. Naomi is completely in her element. Whenever she’s in a deep conversation about medicine, her posture loosens, her nose crinkles, and her voice takes on a pitchy breathiness the more and more excited she gets.

So caught up in thinking about her, Ethan doesn’t even notice that she’s walking up to him until she’s within a few feet. She smiles brightly as she leans against the bar. “You’re not mingling.”

“You’ve known me for over three years now. I’m not one to mingle.”

“Come on, there has to be someone here you want to talk to.”

“You.”

Naomi rolls her eyes. “Mhm-hmm, you’re so charming, Dr. Ramsey.”

“I’m being very serious. Why wouldn’t I want to talk to the keynote speaker?”

When Naomi found out they wanted her to speak at the conference, she was almost certain they meant to speak to Ethan and that she accidentally answered a phone call meant for him. But they in fact wanted her, the newest and youngest head of the diagnostics team. Her meteoric rise up the ranks of Edenbrook had made quite the splash in the medical community, where everyone knew everyone. Whether she realized it or not, Naomi had become a wunderkind and everyone wanted a piece of her.

And while she was nervous, Ethan couldn’t be more proud of her. Naomi is brilliant, and it’s about time more people were rewarded with being in her presence long enough to see it.

Naomi groans and runs a hand along her midsection. “Don’t remind me that I’m giving a speech soon, my stomach is already in knots.”

Ethan holds up his tumbler of whiskey, angling the glass towards her. “Want some liquid courage?”

“No, eating or drinking might make it worse. I won’t feel better until I’m on the other side of it.”

“In the three years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen a shy bone in your body. Where are the nerves coming from?”

“I’ve never done something like this,” Naomi responds. “I’ve never given a speech in front of hundreds of people–maybe even more, this place is packed. Public Speaking is the only class I ever got a B in in college.”

Ethan gasps teasingly. “The horror.” He chuckles softly as Naomi pokes him in the rib. Moving closer, Ethan clasps a warm hand around Naomi’s shoulder, massaging gently. “You’re going to do just fine. Better than fine, even, you’re going to be amazing. You’re smart, charming, funny, and eloquent, and the directors knew what they were doing when they chose you to speak. And besides, nearly all of Edenbrook is here to support you. Lahela might’ve even snuck in a camcorder.”

It's a slight exaggeration, but a lot of physicians practicing at Edenbrook belong to the prestigious association, and did not want to miss the chance to see one of their own speak.

“Ugh don’t remind me. It’s easier speaking to a crowd of nameless, faceless people. What if I forget my speech? What if my accent becomes super obnoxious and no one can understand me? What if I trip on stage?”

“You could always picture everyone naked, I’ve been told that it helps.”

Naomi blanches at the suggestion. “No, I don’t want to picture all of these people naked.”

“Good, because that was a trick suggestion,” Ethan murmurs. He rests his forehead against Naomi’s, his lips hovering mere centimeters from hers. “The only person you should ever be visualizing sans clothing is me.”

“Lucky for me, I get to do a lot more than just visualize.”

The happy couple share a kiss before Ethan nuzzles his face into the crook of his girlfriend’s neck, whispering quiet words of encouragement and affirmation.

On the other side of the bar, a group of women watch the jarring public display of affection play out. Ethan Ramsey was notorious for hating medical conferences, never engaging or interacting with people. He was also known for being perpetually single, so to see him so open with another person felt like foreign.

“I still can’t believe the two of them are together,” Dr. Nicole Harrington whispers to her group of friends as they gawk at the pair. While she works in New York, it’s hard to not be aware of the story behind Dr. Ethan Ramsey and his young protege Dr. Valentine, especially since she’s in touch with so many Boston-based doctors. “I can’t believe Ramsey is so open with her.”

“I think they’re cute,” Nicole’s friend, Monica coos. “I’m a hopeless romantic.”

The third member of the party, Greta stays silent. She’s one of the two people within their group with actual ties to Edenbrook, her husband having been attending there for almost 8 years now. Her husband Ashland keeps her up to date on all the ins-and-outs of hospital gossip, and she knows all about Ethan’s messy entanglement with his former resident.

“He wasn’t even like this when he dated Harper Emery,” their last friend Angelica whispers. As a neurologist herself, she’s worked alongside both Ethan and Harper for a long time, and while the hospital knew of their relationship, if you weren’t looking for the extremely subtle signs, you’d never know they used to be together. For years, at that. But for some reason, Ethan can’t seem to go 5 seconds without being near Dr. Valentine. Within the walls of Edenbrook, it's becoming harder and harder to see one without the other. “And she’s Harper freaking Emery for Christ’s sake.”

The conversation pauses as someone on stage taps the mic, gathering everyone’s attention. Out of the corner of her eye, Greta watches as Ethan plants another kiss on his lover’s forehead and she disappears in the crowd before she’s introduced as the evening’s guest speaker.

Ethan doesn’t know why his girlfriend was ever so nervous because as soon as she accepts the microphone and starts to speak, he’s transfixed.

His tunnel vision is split when he hears an aggressive whisper from a few feet away. Frowning, he turns around, fully prepared to demand that whoever has the gall to interrupt Naomi’s speech should shut the hell up, but he stops when he realizes that they’re talking about her.

“She’s been a member of the AMA for what, 3 seconds and she’s already giving speeches? Are we in the freaking Twilight Zone?”

“I guess it pays to keep Ethan Ramsey’s bed warm.”

Greta scoffs, finally acknowledging the conversation. “Ashland tells me everything about the two of them, and it’s all so messy. She’s been leading him around like she’s dangling an apple in front of a horse since she got to Edenbrook. He gave her preferential treatment her intern year, and miraculously she gets the coveted fellowship on the Dr. Banerji’s team. He gets promoted, and surprise, surprise, he gives her the team, wrapped up in a neat little bow. Never mind the fact that she should be nowhere near leading a team, she killed a patient her intern year. So for him to be...parading that young girl around is tawdry and disrespectful to the hospital.”

If this was a cartoon, Ethan is almost positive his face would be very red and steam would be wafting out of his ears because that’s how angry he is. The audacity of these women to stand a mere 8 feet away from him and trash talk the woman he loves is disrespectful on so many levels.

Obnoxiously, he clears his throat, garnering their attention. The only one with the decency to look slightly embarrassed is Monica, as Ethan catches her cheeks flushing under his harsh attention.

Angelica stands up straighter, “Chief Ramsey, we were just–”

“Participating in a misogynistic diatribe against a fellow doctor,” Ethan finishes. “Question, did any of you graduate at the top of your classes from a top 10 ranked medical school?” No one dares respond. “Out of the 4 of you, did you guys save Naveen Banerji’s life while he was dying of sepsis? Have you spent your after hours holed up in the NICU with your patient’s newborn baby? Any of you face a near death experience and come back to the scene of the crime in order to help more people?”

Ethan’s eyes narrow at Angelica and Greta in particular. “When Edenbrook nearly shut down, I don’t remember seeing your face as we worked tirelessly in the free clinic Dr. Banks, nor do I recall seeing your husband Mrs. Park. I don’t remember him lobbying to politicians or attempting to secure funds during fundraisers, but I do recall seeing him show up at parties without you to flirt with nurses.”

Greta balks at Ethan’s words, clearly not expecting him to unleash such anger. “Dr. Ramsey, I’ll have you know that my husband–”

“Is spreading vicious gossip and lies about a doctor with higher ranking than him. Dr. Valentine got her spot on the diagnostics team fair and square. She was the number 1 intern so Naveen picked her. When I left the team, she was the last tenured member at the time, with the most experience in how a team of such magnitude ran. She was the best pick for the job.”

“Over the course of her time at Edenbrook, she has more than proved that she earned her seat at the table, and to suggest anything else is an insult to her strengths and talents as a doctor, as well as my judgement. To suggest that I do not know to remain professional while I’m at work and the only reason she’s in the position that she’s in is because of our private relationship isn’t just a lie, but a dangerous and slanderous one as well. And if someone so much as ever implies it again, I will slap them with a lawsuit so fast their head will spin, and the closest they’ll ever get to practicing medicine again is slapping Band-Aids on kindergarteners.”

The group of women receive a threat loud and clear And they remain silent not wanting to be at the receiving end of anymore of his wrath.

Ethan sighs heavily. “Well, now that this pesky conversation has come to an end, I’m going to continue to listen to Naomi’s speech. The one that she was hand selected to deliver, while the rest of you are in a position to do nothing more than watch from the crowds.”

With the catty group of women stunned into silence, Ethan smiles, his work complete. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, ladies.”

They watch as he downs the rest of his drink before sauntering off. Once he’s gone, Monica huffs out a shaky breath. “Well...I’ve always said there’s nothing more attractive than a man defending the woman he loves.”

~v~

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[pineslycan]

Old People Things(tm) with the Stans:

- Ford uses moth balls for his clothes (also cuz of his beef with mothman) and it fucking reeks and someone may have to intervene.

- Stan has the world's most extensive medication cabinet, even though most of it expired a decade ago; "Hey that's still good!"

- Ford: "If I get dementia-" Stan: "If?"

- Stan ran over a small tree and the thing has been stuck under his car all week and he just now noticed.

- Ford accidentally put soap in brownies and Stan will not let it go so he denies it ever happened.

- Stan, on the phone: "Ford? Hey, uh, ugh. I fell in the frozen foods aisle. I might- stop yelling - might need a wheelchair."

- Stanford "where are my glasses?" Pines

- Stanley"lost my glasses 3 weeks ago and can't see shit" Pines

- Ford desperately needs a new hobby and randomly picks up the purchasing of owl themed items whenever he goes anywhere.

- The day Stan loses his gold chain and can't find it is probably the worst day of his life and- oh it's in his coat pocket.

- "Are we going to fix the smoke detectors?" "Meh."

- Ford pulls a muscle and swears that it's the end, but always lives another day. This happens once a month.

- Stan still gets the newspaper and any time Dipper says that it's a dying industry he renews his subscription. (Ford has to do the crossword puzzles or else )

- Ford tries to do a thing and then, "...Oh, oh my god- charley horse, oh my god-"

- Stan, always too lazy to get up, has stashed around a million tissues and ear swabs under the couch cushions.

- Both of them have no clue about anything when it comes to half the stuff Dipper and Mabel talk about, but they're just glad to be included.

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TOTP, Episode Aerith, Scenes 28-35

Final Fantasy VII Remake: Traces of Two Pasts Episode 2: Aerith Scenes 28-35 A Light Novel by Kazushige Nojima Translated by Stanley (@istanleyff7 on twitter) Scene 28

Aerith intended to find a job on her own, but Elmyra had already promptly sorted it out. It was to help the teachers at the Sector 5 House. Even though it was a job, she didn't feel that she was working because she spent most of her time playing with the children. She wanted to know about the world that she hasn't experienced. Yoko, who was older than her, had already left the house. She rented a house with a group of friends and made jewellery, which she sold in markets around Midgar. Jean and X collected machine parts from the scrapyard, polished them and sold them to people who needed them. Elmyra frowned when she told her this and ordered that she must never leave Sector 5 no matter what. 

"You said that if you restrained me, you'd be the same as Shinra. Have you forgotten?"

"I can’t believe you said that kind of stuff to your mother."

Elmyra looked very tired. Her work probably took a toll on her. If she had continued her "business" with Carlo and the others, she would not have had to work this hard. No matter how Aerith thought about it, she felt Elmyra let go of the business because of her. They were not a real parent and child, and she didn't have to care for her in the first place. Aerith wondered if she really had those inner thoughts, and she sure did. Was the given circumstances the reason why she tried to hold herself back with unnecessary words? Now, she was retaliating as a way to get back at Elmyra for tying her down.

Scene 29

"That's really sick."

"Yup, I admit it. My rebellious phase made things worse. I didn't have things to pour my heart and soul into, unlike you, Tifa."

"I really recommend exercising."

"Yeah, I’ll do that eventually."

"Yeah right… I’m sure.... You’ll do that eventually…."

"So, even though all these happened, I continued to help out at the house. The kids were so cute. They loved me. By the time I was fourteen, I didn't have much to complain about. But..."

Scene 30

After finishing work at the Sector 5 House, Aerith headed down the alley back home and saw people within the Gainsborough property standing by the entrance, unintentionally blocking it. There were two men and two women, and they seemed to be looking at the garden and the house. She recognised one of the men. His long, beautiful golden hair had not changed.

"Rodin!" Aerith called out to him instinctively. 

The face she saw when he looked back was unmistakably Rodin's.

"Yo, Aerith!" Rodin called back to her cheerfully, but for some reason, still looking about his surroundings.

"You've grown taller, haven't you? How long has it been?"

"It's been two years? Maybe slightly more than that?"

"Ahhh, yeah around that long."

She also looked at the other three to see if she knew them.

"Cheers."

Their eyes met. The young man with a large body and a boy's face raised his hand bashfully.

"Eh? Is that you, Marcellus?"

"Ah, you recognise me?"

"Of course."

Although Aerith replied that, she did not think that he was the same as back then. His physique became like his father's.

"I brought Marcellus here because, for some reason, he insisted on seeing you, Aerith."

Rodin took a step back, seeming like he made an excuse. There was a sense of discomfort. Marcellus darted his eyes from place to place and Aerith could sense his nervousness. He scratched his cheeks two or three times and started to speak in an awkward manner.

"Aerith. Firstly, I want to apologise for calling you a thief. Please forgive me. I was really a stupid kid.  I hated anything and everything about the world at that time. I didn't even control myself."

"I had already forgiven you. I'm glad you seem to be doing fine."

Marcellus's face lit up.

"Yea, I've been doing fine, thanks to you. Some thugs were chasing after me, then I ran away before a monster attacked me, and I was dying. Then I had a dream that you came to save me. For the longest time, I thought that it was a dream. Even if you were close by to me, you had no reason to save me, and you definitely couldn't be close by. But I had heard it from Carlo the other day that you knew where I was. Carlo didn't believe your reason. That's why he didn't tell anyone about it for a long time."

Aerith gave a faint smile, thinking that it was best not to deny or confirm anything. Damn you, Carlo.

"So I did a lot of research, and I've been wondering if it was the influence of the Lifestream. It's the flow of Spirit Energy. Do you know about it?"

"Nope."

She pretended not to know anything.

"Mako Energy sucks away the Lifestream..."

"Marcellus!" the young lady had been quiet the whole time, rebuked at him. "You're not allowed to talk badly about Mako Energy. I'll tell Papa if you do."

She then looked over at Aerith—

"My brother can talk about this for a super long time. Hey, have you been well?"

It was Rona.

"Yup. It looks like you're doing well too, Rona. How's Mr Meguro?"

"I can't say he's fine, but he's doing better now than when we left the slums. The air is better on the plate. You see, it's polluted and cloudy here, isn't it? I didn't know that until we left."

Rona was the same as before. She hurts people without meaning to.

"What's Carlo doing now?"

"He's working hard and is managing the business well. But I do wonder how he was during The Sector 5 Clash..."

"The Sector 5.... Clash?"

"You don't know about it?" Rona was shocked. "After Papa retired and Carlo became head of the household, the Corneo's, and some other ambitious, unknown people, came into Sector 5. Carlo and the others tried to get rid of them, and there was a bloody clash. Marvin, Roger and Bowman died, unfortunately."

"Eh...."

Aerith wondered how she could not have known about that.

"Well, things have already settled down, so there isn't an issue. And everyone has settled down where they should be," Rodin said, looking around again.

"Well then, Marcellus, Rona, are you both done? You both still can send letters in the future."

"Elmyra will be back soon. Do you all want tea?"

"I'm afraid we can't have tea either. We're actually not allowed in the Special District."

"Special District?"

"It spans from the station until here," Marcellus said. "It was established by Shinra around the time the Clash began. We weren't allowed to fight in the Special District. Anyone who breaks this rule would be executed. It was the only rule that everyone obeyed."

"I wonder what made this district special."

"Eh? Of course, it's because you're here, Aerith!" Rona could not hide her shock as she said it out loud.

"Okay! That's enough!" Rodin panicked.

"You both talked too much. Well then, let's go." Rodin urged them.

Marcellus hurriedly tried to arrange another meeting with Aerith. It seemed that he wanted to talk about the "mysterious incident". Aerith gave him a faint nod and dodged his attempt to do so. Rona invited her to come up to the plate to play, and Aerith replied that she would ask Elmyra. The four of them began leaving the alley. But Rodin turns around and points to a woman beside him. She was the one who was not introduced until the end. 

"This woman is Amber, and we'll be getting married soon. Would you please pass the news to Elmyra? It's unfortunate that I couldn’t introduce Amber to her."

Amber looked at Aerith with an angry look on her face.

↞↠

When Aerith got home, she looked at a stand, which had a vase placed on it. There used to be a television on that stand. She wondered when the television disappeared from the house.

"Ah..."

She remembered. It was a month after Elmyra severed ties with Carlo and the household. While Elmyra was cleaning the stand, the television fell over, and it broke. There was no television in the house after that. Aerith wondered if it was a coincidence or was it just to keep unnecessary information out of the house.

 Elmyra returned home late at night, and Aerith talked to Elmyra about Rodin and the others.

"Oh my, it's been a while, hasn't it? Are they alright?"

However, Aerith could tell on Elmyra's face that she was on guard.

"Hey, Mum. Do you know about the Sector 5 Clash? And about the Special District too?"

"What have you heard? We are living in a different world from those guys. It's better if you don’t worry about every little detail."

It seems that she would leave things in the dark again.

"The Special District is right here, isn't it? It's because I'm here. That's why Mum, you wouldn't let me go far away. That's the promise you made to Shinra. A promise to shut me in the Special District."

Elmyra shut her eyes and shook her head. 

"That's not it. But let's stop talking about this now. I'm tired, and whew, work was rough. The water tank in the café had broken down."

"Why don't you quit your job if it’s that tough? If you want money, why don't you get it from Shinra? You've been living on their money all your life. Nothing would change, wouldn’t it?"

Aerith knew she should not have said that, but she did. She could not see the look on Elmyra's face, and she then heard footsteps. Elmyra went up to the second floor and went into her own room.

Scene 31

"At that point, I thought that would be the end of my time in the house."

"But it had a happy ending, didn't it? I mean, you both went back on good terms."

Scene 32

Aerith thought that she could not stay in the house any longer and she was filled with emotions. Aerith firstly went back to her room, pulled out a suitcase she had never used from under the bed and stuffed a few sets of clothes, along with a few valuables, into it. Lastly, she put all the money she had earned from the Sector 5 House into her pocket and left the house. She walked down a familiar alleyway into a brightly lit street. A familiar face called out to her.

"Hey, Aerith. Are you going out at this hour?"

"I'm heading towards Sector 6."

She instinctively told a lie.

"Wait, what, no!"

"Don't worry. I'm not going to the Wall Market."

"Be careful, okay? Elmyra will cry if that happens."

As she walked along the street, she remembered her adventure with Ifalna.

『I wonder which direction is Sector 3 in?』

『Which direction is Sector 3 in?』

『I've heard that there's a church in the Sector 5 Slums. In the past, people gathered here and prayed to God, but nobody comes here anymore. I've been thinking that we should hide there a little...』

Aerith's steps became lighter. She still really liked this idea that Ifalna brought up in the middle of that adventure. The church should be far and beyond the station, outside the 'Special District'. It was the perfect place for Aerith's mood. The depressing feeling she had when she left home unbelievably cleared away. 

『Never forget that feeling, okay?』

『The feeling that you’ll enjoy anything.』

The memories of Ifalna came flooding back one by one.

Scene 33

"When you fight with a parent, adrenaline builds up in you, doesn't it?" Tifa uttered and seemed to be reminded of something.

"Yeah. That's why I couldn't stop and think about it."

"Yup. I understand."

"I've regrettably hurt people."

Tifa swallowed her breath after hearing Aerith's confession.

Scene 34

A train just pulled in at the platform of the station. That was probably the last train from the plate. Aerith glanced at it sideways and went ahead to try walking past it. This place was where she left her birth mother, and because of that, she still could not look at it directly. She felt as though the scene was still there. Suddenly, thoughts that she would be making a wrong move flashed through Aerith's mind. Was she about to make a grave mistake? The adrenaline she had felt earlier had unbelievably disappeared. The "Special District" was to protect her. Once she crosses the station, she would no longer have the protection. She stood rock still, as though there was an invisible wall ahead of her. Only the surrounding areas of the station were lit up. If she went forth, the road ahead would be dark. She could not see the future.

"Aerith?" a deep voice called out to her. 

She turned around to see a large man standing with his back to the station. He had big eyes, a big nose and a big mouth.

"Ahhh!"

"You've totally grown up, haven't you? You look like your mother."

It was Fuzz, and he was wearing the same white coat as that day.

"You've got the wrong person," Aerith lied at the spur of the moment.

Trying to get away from him, she turned her back towards the station and darted towards the darkness. She noticed that Fuzz was following her. She could not stop.

"Aerith, wait up. It's not what you're thinking."

Aerith wondered what other reasons could he try to stop her. She felt that she should not believe him and stop for him. He must have been angry and detest us. She wondered what would happen if he caught her. Aerith no longer knew where she was headed to. She was running along a narrow road, and the surroundings were a mountain of trash. By any chance...

"Jean! X!"

There was no response. Even if this were their scrapyard, they wouldn't be there at this hour. But she could not help calling out to them.

"Ahh!"

Aerith stumbled into something big and soft and fell. The suitcase she held dropped to the ground with a thud, signalling that it broke.

"Ouch..."

She did not know what was in the middle of the road at first, but it was the carcass of a dead monster. There was an unidentifiable sound coming out from it. It died not long ago. Its bodily fluids reached Aerith's feet and hands, and she felt a stinging sensation.

"You don't have to worry. That's harmless."

It was Fuzz. She looked up at him on her bottom. He was as big as she remembered him when she was seven. She noticed that the hem of her skirt was very crumpled, and she hurriedly fixed it. She looked for an opportunity to stand up and back away.

"Aerith, how could you do this to me? I've been worrying about you since then. Ever since you ran away from Shinra, I've been wondering if you've been living in terrible conditions. I heard about this from Amber, whom you met today."

"Amber!?"

Amber. Aerith met her in the evening, and she was introduced as Rodin's lover, and they were to be married. She had an angry face. Aerith then connected Amber to Fuzz. 

"Looks like you don't remember her. She was the friend who unloaded you both from the cargo train at the Sector 4 Slums Station."

"Ahh!"

So Amber was the grumpy-looking woman in the dirty work clothes that day. 

"I heard from her about where you were, and I hurriedly came over to find you. But what a close call. We almost didn't cross paths. I'm sure it was Ifalna who brought us together."

Aerith slowly stood up. Fuzz took two steps back, perhaps to assure her that he was not a threat. 

"Are you going to church, by any chance?"

"What?"

"I've talked to Ifalna about it before. She seemed to be very interested in it. When I told her I'd take her there someday, she said she definitely did not want to go. After you both disappeared, I went to look for both of you several times at the church, just in case you were both there. I prayed, but in the end, it seemed to me that there was no God."

A roar of a beast could be heard somewhere.

"That's from a monster. Here's the danger zone, especially at night. Shall we go to the church? Since we came all the way here anyway. It's not too far off from here, and it's nearer than the station."

It seemed that Aerith ran away further than she thought.

"But..."

"I see. Are you more afraid of me than the monster?"

She nodded honestly. He should already know how she was behaving towards him, and there was no point in pretending. 

"Well, I'll just walk ahead then, and you can keep a distance and follow me. If a monster comes up behind you, run away on your own. We can’t expect the vigilante corps to be here at this hour. And I must warn you, don't expect me to put up a good fight too. Just because I'm huge doesn't mean I'm strong."

With a thin smile, Fuzz walked away. His big white back disappeared into the darkness. Fuzz was right. She did not dare to go back alone on the monster-infested road. Just because they didn't appear on the way here doesn't mean they won't appear on the way back.

"Watch out!" Fuzz's voice came from a long way in front. "The monster is dead, but it's still fresh. Don't step on it."

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The "soon" was somewhat a lie, wasn't it? They had walked so far that she was doubtful of Fuzz, and after passing the carcass of the third monster, which was still fresh, they finally came to the front of the church.

"I wonder who brought them down?" Fuzz wondered as he walked up the stone steps and approached the door of the church. It was a big door. The style of the building was unlike anything Aerith had ever seen before. She could not see the entire structure even if she was looking up. She wondered what it would look like in daylight. The door opened with a squeak. Fuzz beckoned to her, and he went in. Aerith then went up the stone steps. A light, sweet scent wafted over from the church. It was a smell that Aerith knew. The inside was pitch black, but the floor at the back was slightly white.

"Look, the flowers bloom here. Regardless of whether there is a God or not, this is a special place," Fuzz said.

Aerith thought the same. Flowers bloom in special places. The same scent from the Gainsborough garden surrounded her, and she was soon faced with feelings of regret. She wondered what Elmyra was doing—wondering if she was looking for her daughter, who ran away from home. She wondered if she was going in the direction of Wall Market, taking the word of her acquaintance and believing him blindly.

"You can sleep on the bench near the flowers. I'll be near the exit.

"Thank you."

Aerith was not sleepy at all, but she did as he suggested and sat down on a bench near the flowers. She let out a big, quiet breath and felt every stiffness in the muscles of her body relax. She must have been tenser than she had realised. She felt like she was about to really fall asleep. She had to think of something. She wondered what would have happened if she had come to this church that day with her mother, Ifalna. What if the adventure had continued until the end? What would she have worked as? With little knowledge about the world, what would she have done? Would they have been able to live together on good terms? No matter how close they were, would they have disagreements? Since they were a real parent and child, would no problems arise?

"Aerith."

A voice came from a distance.

"Yes?”

"The house at Sector 3, it's still there. I've continued paying the rent since then."

"I see."

"Would you like to live together?"

She wondered what he just said to her. What did he mean?

"You'd like me to live together with you?"

There was no response.

"Fuzz?"

As she stood up fearfully, she saw that Fuzz was right next to her.

"Yeah. Let's live together, ‘I..fal...na…’"

Fuzz smiled. The pupil in his eyes seemed like it was not looking anywhere. A big hand reached out slowly towards her.

"Come here."

He was going to grab her! Aerith tried to take the suitcase and run. However, he caught her by the arm. 

"Let go of me!"

She slammed the suitcase into Fuzz's face as hard as she could. Fuzz flinched. The handle broke, the suitcase came off and flew off somewhere.

"You're heartless, Aerith."

She did not care and ran away. Weaving her way between the benches, she ran for the door. Fuzz jumped over the benches and gave chase. 

"Wait!"

There was no way she was waiting. The door was already nearby. She had to exit and run away. And what should she do after escaping? Fuzz knows where she stays. Amber, without a doubt, told him about Elmyra's house. Even if she ran away now, Fuzz would show up eventually. What should she do? Would she always have to live in fear? As long as Fuzz was around...

And Aerith eventually darted out of the door.

"Eh?"

Elmyra was there in front of her, dressed in her usual clothes as though nothing was wrong. Her face changed from surprised to relieved, and her facial expression changed a few more times. Finally, she turned serious.

"Aerith, move aside."

"Huh?" Fuzz sluggishly came out of the building, "Who’s out there?"

Elmyra hammered his throat with her weapon with all of her might. Fuzz let out a shriek of pain, collapsed and laid down motionlessly. Aerith was shocked to see what weapon Elmyra was using. It was a broom, and it seems that she had brought it here.

"Shall we go home?"

"Okay."

"You didn't leave anything behind?"

"Ah..."

She forgot her suitcase. There was something important inside of it.

"Quickly go get it."

"Okay."

She went back into the darkness of the church and went over to the flowers. She looked around and immediately saw a suitcase. The lid was open, and its contents were scattered outside. She gathered up the scattered clothes and put them back in the case, but she could not find her "treasure"—the pouch containing the materia.

"What are you doing?" Elmyra called out to Aerith, her voice audibly contained irritation.

"I can't find that materia."

Elmyra mumbled in annoyance and crouched down to join Aerith in finding it.

"It's in a little pouch made out of cloth."

"I know."

It's true. Elmyra knows everything about her.

"But, how did you know I was here?" Aerith asked while searching for the pouch.

"That's what I'd like to know too."

"Eh?"

"I knew that you ran away, and I soon went out of the house too. I thought about where you'd have gone as I ran. And then, while I was in the garden, I knew that you would have gone to the church on the outskirts of the slums."

"Why?"

"It just somehow came to my mind. Ever since you came to the house, I've had several strange experiences. I thought that it was this sort of experience again. So I went back home again and did some preparations before coming over."

"And what you prepared was a broom?"

"I wasn't exactly calm, you know. But it was useful, wasn't it? Look, Aerith, over there."

Elmyra pointed towards the densely grown flowers. In the middle laid the pouch that they were searching for. She parted the flowers away to not step on them, picked up the pouch and looked inside. The materia seemed to be glowing brighter than usual. 

Aerith turned around to look at Elmyra and was about to ask her shall they go back.

Elmyra was seated on the bench, and she was praying. She had her hands clasped at her chest, and her eyes were closed. The sight of her took Aerith's breath away. 

"I used to give thanks like this when I was a child," Elmyra said, opening her eyes as she stood up. 

She seemed embarrassed by it.

"Is it different from a prayer?"

"It's different today."

"Who did you thank?”

"Whoever told me about this place. Well, let's head out of here."

Elmyra started to walk, and Aerith followed her behind.

"Mum."

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry."

"Aerith, you’ve been talking to me normally since just now, but I'm angry with you. When I get home, you will face the music and hear everything I want to say."

"Okay～"

Both of them were completely distracted.

Fuzz had regained consciousness and was hiding behind the door. Firstly, he kicked Elmyra and sent her flying. 

"Mum!"

Fuzz tried to rush over to Elmyra and was drawing near her. She dodged his grasp, picked up the broom that she had dropped, turned around and struck the big man. However, the handle snapped right in half.

"Aerith! Come over here!" Elmyra called out to her.

Aerith ran towards her in panic. She saw Elmyra holding a gun with both hands and pointing it at Fuzz. That was the gun that Carlo had left behind. Fuzz stopped in his tracks and stared at the muzzle of the weapon.

"You take one more step, and I'll shoot you."

"Why don't you understand me!?" Fuzz yelled as he came towards them.

A shot rang. Elmyra had fired the gun. The dry sounds of gunshots echoed in the air. How many shots did she fire? Finally, they only heard the metallic click of the trigger. 

"Ifalna..."

Fuzz approached them as if nothing had happened. His lab coat was terribly stained, but there was no sign that a bullet had hit him.

"I can't believe this gun didn’t do shit!" Elmyra swore and threw her gun at Fuzz, but it flew well over the big man's head.

"Mum, let's run already..."

A bang was heard, and it was a sharp sound that cut through the air. Aerith did not know what it was until she looked at Fuzz. He was holding his left shoulder with his right hand and moaning. His blood was running on his white coat as he had been shot in the shoulder. Who had shot him? From where? Aerith looked around, but there was no shooter in sight.

"Let's go," Elmyra uttered in an awfully calm manner.

Fuzz collapsed and was writhing in pain. Aerith was not fearful anymore. He just looked so pathetic now.

"I'm sorry."

"Aerith, let's hurry."

Without delay, Elmyra started walking, holding the broken broom with both her hands. At last, Aerith apologised to Fuzz once more. She then proceeded to hug her handleless suitcase and chased after Elmyra.

"Hey, Mum. I wonder who shot him."

"I'm guessing this, but the 'Special District' probably expanded."

Ah. That makes sense. As they walked on, Aerith looked around her surroundings, searching for a black suit. Just for tonight, she felt that she could give them her thanks.

Scene 35

"What happened to Fuzz after that?" Tifa asked with a concerned look on her face.

"I never saw him again. Though, till now, I still get nervous when I see someone big."

"I see."

Whenever Aerith thought about Fuzz, she would still have mixed feelings about him. She did not want to see him again. However, she also carried guilt. Fuzz became like that because of what Ifalna and her did to him. If she never pondered about this, these feelings of guilt would continue for a long time. She wondered if she would ever get the chance to atone.

"You can talk to me about everything, okay?" Tifa assured her.

Aerith was delighted by her compassion. She wanted to tell her more.

"Well then, next up is a big one!"

"You gotta be kidding me. There's something bigger than whatever you said?"

"For that, you're right. It's about my first love."

"Oh, that's definitely something big!"

―It sounded like someone walked into the cargo hold. Tifa seemed to notice it too. They put their index finger to their lips and looked at each other. The sound of footsteps was coming closer, coming from the other side of the cargo wall. Tifa moved noiselessly to the gap in the cargo. It looked like she was waiting for the owner of those footsteps.

The time passed slowly but surely, and the footsteps came to a stop.

"It's me."

It was the voice of Cloud Strife. Tifa's expression softened.

"I'll tell you next time. About the story of my first love," Aerith whispered to her.

Cloud walked in front of them and looked at both of them with a dubious look. He made a face as though he was investigating them, and he looked ridiculous. Aerith and Tifa burst into laughter, trying to keep their silence.

-fin- ↞↠ You’re on page 142/142 of Aerith’s segment of the Light Novel Word Count: 29322 The End. Thanks for the reading!  Translator’s Note Previous Scenes: Scenes 22-27 Back to Content Page (click/tap here) Final Fantasy VII Remake: Traces of Two Pasts Episode 1 — Tifa (Coming Soon) Episode 2 ― Aerith Coda: The Investigation Unit Within the Painting follow @istanleyff7​ on twitter for updates support the TOTP translation project financially here (click/tap here)

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↣Hyoga

Fandom: Dr. Stone

Pairing: Hyouga/Reader

Content/s: There wasn’t any good part in the manga where y/n got shot by Stanley, so...imagine ??. I’m so sorry... Also am I the only one who just figured out a dying person can’t tell when their body temperature went cold...?

Request: Hello! Can I request a scenario for Hyoga? It's taking place during the New America arc. S/o, who is senku's friend and the medic/pharmacist of the kingdom, get shoot by Stanley right in the heart. Everyone is shocked and Hyoga run after her. In her final moments, Hyoga wants to declare his love to her, but she stops him telling to have faith in Senku and that they will declare their love for eachother when she will woke up. Hyoga understand was she implied while she close her eyes smiling.

S/o breaths, desperately in this wretched fight. Blood oozing out of her chest as she fights the pain pulsing on her chest like a drum.

But deep down she knew she couldn't quite make it til the end. It was death, she knew  it was impossible to stay off from it. Though, with all the things happening lately there was a tiny glimmer of hope of her that said otherwise.

"Its ok s/o," Hyouga who held her in his arms, tries to assure to the girl while he fights back the need to break at the sight of her body. "You can make it"

She can only hum so low that only Hyouga can hear. Everyone sped up their motorcycles faster doing their best in making Stanley far away from them as they could.

Hyouga can only sit there and watch. He couldn't take it, he wasn't a medic he was a fighter for gods sake. Sure some fighters know some way on the medic field, but he wasn't one of those some people.

He needed to say it. Right here and now.

If the worst outcome comes, and he never said anything he'd be dying slowly inside. Because you know what they say about regrets and all that never saying anything.

He thought those saying were a load of bull, but now he wanted to stab himself for it. Mentally or hell maybe even literally.

"Hyouga.."

He hums looking down at her. Slightly sweating with anxiety, he just couldn't bare this at the moment.

"Its cold..."

His breathing hitched suddenly, lungs unable or not remembering how to breathe at the moment. His hands trembled in fear bringing her closer to him.

"Please hold on"

It was all he could say at the moment. His mind was damn blank, his throat and lungs hurt like hell to the point that only he can say was the same thing.

"Hold on s/o.."

But the girl, trying her best for Hyouga couldn't take it anymore. The pain of the bullet that shot hurt made her unable to breathe at this point. She couldn't hold on just like he said, her body was getting colder and colder by the second.

"Hyouga I can't.."

Brows furrowed, slightly disturbed and scared. He was hoping you wouldn't say that, anything but that.

"s/o," sucking up his fear, this was it. He needed to say it, right here right now.

Screw the laters. Stanley was still on their trail no matter how far they were. And the injury you got is — if he had to be honest — ugly.

"I've wanted to always tell you this," he swallows hard, nervous. Why the heck was he nervous? They were being chased and she was dying, there was no time for being nervous about his damn feelings.

"That...I-"

"Hyouga" she whispers near his ear. "If what your saying is what I think it is then..." She smiles, warmly at him maybe not for the last time.

"If possible if I can somehow come back by Senku then promise to say it..." With a last breath her hands fall down to his side.

Her body felt cold, he realizes. But if it were possible if she were to come back. Then —

"I promise."

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Hello! Would you do Bakugo, Denki and Aizawa x a reader who has a hidden smoking problem?

Smoking

I hope you like this peep! I NEED MORE AIZAWA’s and Denki’s!

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Shouta Aizawa

* I love this man with my whole heart because he just makes me wanna get into the sleeping bag with him and cuddle with him on the floor. I’d sleep all day long just for that.

* Here’s how everything unfolded, You decided to sneak out of the classroom after giving Eri a wonderful lesson. Since the young girl was supposed to be napping but was instead watching you from the window.

* She admires you so much, which means she copies what you do.

* So, when your boyfriend comes over to check on her and you since the subject of counting was a tad difficult for Eri.

* It was playtime and she was playing in the corner with her teddy bears, your heart dropped FAST when she acted as if she was smoking with a rolled-up piece of paper.

* That poor sweet soul.

* You instruct her not to do that and that smoking is bad for her. TELL ME WHY SHE ASKS WHY DO YOU DO IT?!

* I love kids, don’t you?

* Shouto is going to be upfront with you about it, straight to the point and straightforward person that he is.

* He’s going to tell you to not do it at all, the thousands of issues that come with it. The only thing, he’s going to be a bit offended as to why you hid this from him.

* He’s your boyfriend, If somethings bothering you, you can talk to him.

* If you agree to quit, he’s going to find a way to release your stress. I’m a firm believer that he does yoga, so he may recommend that. Mediation to help ease your troubles.

* If you think it’s not a big deal or problem, he won’t be hurt. Just don’t be offended if he distances himself. He doesn’t like to waste his time on others who don’t give a fuck about themselves and others.

* He cares about you and if you don’t want to take the initiative to take better care of yourself.

* Then why waste his and Eri’s time?

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Katsuki Bakugo

* This man has a nose like a bloodhound, good luck trying to hide anything from him.

* No matter how much spray, perfume, cologne, or anything you put on yourself, he can still smell that shit.

* His suspensions were confirmed when you asked him to go into your purse for something, that’s when he found your hidden pack of cigs.

* Upon finding this, he’s going to be upset that you’re wasting your lungs on something so bad for you.

* He’s not judging you, he just wants to know why. What’s making you this stressed to use them?!

* After he states his opinions, he either says demands you find a different hobby or a way to cope with the stress.

* He doesn’t want you to have those health problems like the people in the commercials, he’ll love you either way but he wants to live with you for as long as he can.

* He wants to grow old with you. OLD! He wants to still be your big boom boom man even in his damn eighties!

* If you agree to his requests, I see him as the type to recommend going to the gym with him in the mornings. He’ll wake you and him up and you two will work out together.

* If gyms aren’t up your alley, he’ll help you find something. If it’s fashion, he’ll contact his mother, anything other than smoking, he’ll support you all the way.

* If you say it’s nothing and you can quit anytime, that may hurt his feelings though he won’t admit it. I do see him as the type to just look at you, fire in his eyes, and ask

* “When is Anytime?”

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Denki Kaminari

* My adorable Weebster here, he loves you with all his sparky heart.

* As strange as this may sound, I see someone in his family dying from smoking. I just see it, I can’t explain it.

* Dealing with that hurt from that death within his family, imagine how hurt he was when he found you on the balcony with those cancer sticks in your hand.

* He couldn’t help but stare in pure shock, his words in his throat. You couldn’t lie or hide it.

* There, he’ll tell you his feelings about it. His emotions will go from anger to sadness because he doesn’t want you to be like that family member.

* They passed at such a young age and he wishes to be with you forever too.

* He wants to push your wheelchair down the small hill in a nursing home while he holds onto his walker, with the memories of the younger years.

* (My heart! Gah!)

* There he asks you to please quit and to never do it again, he’ll help you find another way to cope or hobbies to keep your mind at ease.

* If you agree, boom. Instantly you’re recommended to play games with him and become his gamer girlfriend,(though he has a slick kink for them too.)

* If you don’t like that, anything you decide to do instead. He’s there. If it’s crafts, art, baking, hell you can be a writer and he’ll read each paragraph and give his own opinion.

* If you say that you’re not ready yet, but you’ll quit soon. Honey, YOU BROKE HIM!

* How many times I’ve gotta tell you that he loves you?! To see you doing something that honestly killed that family member, it’ll pain him to know that you’re still doing that.

* (You better quit before I show up at your place with Stanley in my goddamn hands. And correct, Stanley is my crowbar.)

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Owen & Stanley

Something I wanted to make on Saturday when I got back home. But I got distracted and lazy. All that crap...this may change...but...this was something I wanted to write. It got emotional, due to the right tracks playing. I was really thinking about this.

*Owen starts speaking in his normal voice and soon Stanley*

Owen Big Head: Stanley...we need to talk.

Stanley Big Head: Why would you want to talk right now? Don’t you want to fight me more?

Owen Big Head:....no.

Stanley Big Head:...what?

Owen Big Head: Stanley...I don’t want to fight you anymore. I don’t want to kill you. I’m tired of the killing.

Stanley Big Head: You’ve killed people before...why are you caring now?

Owen Big Head: I have cared ever since I put on this mask. I stopped myself at first from killing somebody. And I had to deal with a chaotic Norse God in my head who wanted me to go insane...but we made an arrangement, and because of me not wanting to lose control...and him realizing we were the same...he started to change his view on reality.

Stanley Big Head:....trying to make you lose control huh?

Owen Big Head: Stanley...I have no one rule. But there’s a grey area in killing, and I will only do that when I feel it is absolutely necessary. That I will lash out against truly guilty people. The ones that do deserve it. Mainly in self defense, or to protect others...but there is restraint...there is responsibility. And I know me using violence isn’t always the answer.

Stanley Big Head:.....

Owen Big Head: Do you understand why I was telling you what you were doing was wrong when you were Serpent Man? I understand you wanted to be a superhero...but that life is tough...that’s not easy. But you were just using it to take out your anger on people instead of genuinely help people. And it got worse when you lashed out on people that weren’t killers or anything. Ms. Peenman, your boss, and others I’ve heard about recently.

Stanley Big Head: Are you trying to lecture me?

Owen Big Head: For the love of God Stanley no...I want you to know I have been in your shoes before. I’ve heard what you’ve been through. Tina or...Kathy told me about you. I’ve been pushed around too, bullied, and being usually alone. I’ve suffered loss like you. I’m sorry about Milo, and what Davida did by using you, was horrible. How she acted like she loved you, but she didn’t. Trust me, I had feelings for her too...but I gave up on that. I know what it’s like. Maybe differently, but I know how it feels.

Stanley Big Head:....

Owen Big Head: I know what it’s like being angry at the world. Being so enraged by how people treat you, and you want to hurt them. The world...is a difficult place man. It’s hard...especially being in the city we live in. but you can’t just hurt people like that. You can’t just kill people.

Stanley Big Head:.....why are you me telling me all this?

Owen Big Head: That mask...I understand you don’t wanna be alone. But that mask isn’t your friend. Whoever is in that mask.. That mask is making you be your most horrible self. It’s warped your mind, and made it worse after what happened with Davida.

Stanley Big Head:......how are you able to not go crazy with your mask?

Owen Big Head:....to me...my brain was born wrong...that’s why something different happened with me. But there are still struggles.

Stanley Big Head:.....

Owen Big Head: I want this to end tonight. It can end here, right now. I’m tired of the killing. If we don’t stop, one of us is gonna die. It’s either gonna be you, or me. And neither of us wants that.

Stanley Big Head:...

Owen Big Head: All you need to do, is to take off that mask, admit to what you’ve have done, and explain everything the best you can. Maybe the best chance scenario, I can get you therapy, maybe some rehabilitation, I’m not sure. But it’s not gonna be easy. But you can be strong.

Stanley Big Head: No one...is going to forgive me for what I’ve done. After all the killing I’ve done.

Owen Big Head: They are the victims. The innocents...but it’s better to live with your mistakes, suffer the punishment, and try to atone for your sins. Instead of dying as a monster. Trust me...I know a guy who may relate to you.

Stanley Big Head:...why do you want to help me?

Owen Big Head: You’re no Dorian Tyrell. You’re no Walter. You’re no Pretorius. You’re no Don Mozzo or any crime lord. You’re just like me...a guy who’s been dealt with a bad handful of experiences. And the fact Davida feels regret of what she’s done to you...says a lot.

Stanley Big Head:....she does?

Owen Big Head: Yes...I also want to help you. I don’t want you to be alone anymore. I want to be your friend. Please let me help you.

Stanley Big Head:.......you know Owen, if the world had more people like you. Then maybe it could be a better place. But I’m sorry...no...I believe it’s far too late for that now. Even you have to realize that...

Owen Big Head:....please....don’t.

Stanley Big Head: I’m....truly happy now. I’m not weak anymore. The world can’t hurt me anymore. And now, all I need to do, is to find the two people that hurt me the most. And that’s Davida and Tina...but thank you for trying be my friend Owen....we could’ve been brothers. But I guess that may never happen now.

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Rewind Chapter 9 - A Deal is Made

When Stan ran off, to Ford’s relief – he didn’t think he could handle any more of Bill’s cruelty towards his little brother – the demon didn’t chase after him. After his little display Bill turned to Ford with a wide, unnatural grin and lifted his arms like an actor bowing after a particularly brilliant performance.

“I do a wonderful Stanford impression, don’t I? It’s pretty easy. You’re like a broken record, Sixer, all repetitive and annoying. ‘My science project, my science project!’ But I really think I spiced it up a bit while still staying in character!”

Ford stabbed a finger at the demon wearing his skin. “You – how dare you?”

Bill merely shrugged and rifled through Ford’s pockets, letting out a little ‘ah’ of triumph when he pulled out a pocket knife. “Hah! I didn’t take you for the stabbing type.”

“It’s for self defense!” Ford fumed.

“Sure, sure, don’t wanna get eaten alive by monsters, excuses excuses.” Bill stepped back, sizing up a nearby tree. “I was looking for rope but this will work too.”

“Wait, what are you-”

Bill placed one hand against the tree’s bark and slammed the pocket knife into it, cutting through skin and flesh to bury the knife into hard wood. Ford hissed.

“That should do it!” Bill said cheerfully, watching blood drip down Ford’s wrist. “That looks like it’s gonna be a gusher, Sixer. I wouldn’t take the knife out if I were you. You never know, maybe you’ll bleed to death!”

Ford very deliberately kept his mouth shut about the placement of arteries in the human body. What Bill didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. And getting stabbed through the hand couldn’t hurt that much, could it?

He soon found out, once Bill zipped away and he lunged back into his own body, that it did indeed hurt. Ford bit down a scream and fought to keep his hand still. Every twitch and tremor sent pain racing down his arm and he was very aware of the metal piercing through his hand, sharp edge rubbing up against skin and muscle and nerves.

Ford grabbed the handle of the pocket knife with his free hand (pain pain pain) and wrenched it out. This time he couldn’t smother the scream that bubbled from his lips. He dropped the bloody knife and clutched at his bleeding hand.

Calm. Calm down. He couldn’t help anyone if he was panicking.

Ford fumbled around in his pockets until he found a handkerchief, wrapping it around the seeping wound and tying it tight with his teeth. It wasn’t a long-term solution but it would stop dirt getting under the skin, and hopefully slow the bloodflow. Though the fabric was already getting stained with red.

Move. He didn’t have time to waste, Bill could have caught up to Stan already. Who knew what the demon would do? Ford took off through the trees in the direction he had seen Stan run, every step sending a flash of burning pain up his arm.

By the time he caught up with his brother he was lightheaded, a yellow triangle swimming in his vision – Stan looked so small, so confused in the demon’s shadow. Ford would not fail his brother again.

“STAN!”

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Ford was here. Stan’s gaze snapped up at his brother’s shout, the traitorous part of him whispering, ‘apologize, make him like you again’. He clenched his fists as Ford staggered into sight, looking kinda pale.

“Stan-” Ford caught a tree and clung to it as he struggled to regain his breath. He looked shaky, and Stan ached to go over and make sure he was alright. He took a few steps past the demon despite himself. “Stanley – listen to me, whatever Bill is telling you, it’s a lie-”

“Well well well well well!”

Stan was treated to the lovely sight of the skin on Bill’s back peeling open to reveal an eyeball, his body contorting and turning inside out until he was staring right at Ford with that neon yellow gaze.

“Just when I thought I’d taken care of you.”

Stan hesitated, the word striking a chord. “…taken care of? What does that mean?”

Bill drifted forward, placing himself in front of Stan but Ford looked right past the triangle, staring at Stan with desperation in his gaze. It made Stan’s stomach twist, made him feel guilty and angry and so very confused. He wrapped his arms around himself and backed away, Ford reaching after him.

“Stanley please. I’m sorry – I was stupid and cruel and I treated you badly because I was angry, but you didn’t deserve it. I saw what Bill said to you in my body and it’s not true, Stan, none of it’s true-”

“Shut up!” Stan stabbed a finger in Ford’s direction, glaring at him through tears. Ford didn’t even look scary anymore – just afraid, and that was the scariest thing. Adult Ford was supposed to be big and determined, he wasn’t supposed to be afraid. “Just – just shut up! I don’t even know what you’re saying!”

“Exactly!” Bill’s cheerful tone reverberated through the trees, making Stan shiver despite himself. “The man’s speaking nonsense, don’t listen to him.”

Stan wasn’t smart, but he wasn’t totally stupid either. He could see the ‘shut up’ glare the demon sent his brother. Bill was trying to be his friend, why was he hiding something from him?

Ford pushed himself off the tree to stand by himself, gaze still fixed on Stan. “The eyes, Stanley! What colour were my eyes, when I was saying those terrible things to you?”

“I dunno!” Stan yelled back.

What kind of stupid question was that? Stan didn’t want to think about that, he didn’t want to think about how he was a dead weight and a nuisance and how Ford was better off without him. But something – something about that encounter seemed off…

“Answer me, Stanley!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“What colour were my eyes?”

“Yellow!”

Wait.

Yellow?

“Please believe me.” Ford stepped closer, holding his hands out desperately. “Bill took over my body and he made me hurt you, more than I already have. He’s evil, he’s trying to take advantage of you and trick you into doing terrible things. And – I know you have no reason to believe me. I know I’ve treated you badly, since you arrive at Gravity Falls and before that. But please.”

Stan twisted his hands, anxiety swirling in his stomach and making him want to barf. He glanced up at the fuming demon.

“You’re all-powerful, right?”

“Stanley no-”

Bill’s body flashed lemon-yellow, his eye curling into a grin as he spun around to face Stan. “Sure I am kid! I can get you anything you want.”

“…anything I ask for? Anything at all?”

“You bet!”

“Stanley! He’s trying to trick you, he’s evil-”

“Oh shut it, Sixer!” Bill snapped his fingers and Ford’s body lurched sideways, sending him slamming into a tree with a yelp. He slumped to the grass. Stan dug his fingers into his palms. “See, kid? When you open the portal I’ll be even more powerful! Enough to give you anything you want.”

Stan looked between the prone body of his brother and the demon, and he made his decision. His hand reached out to snatch Bill’s.

“It’s a deal.”

Blue flames erupted across their joined hands, flicking over Stan’s skin but not burning, warm and tickly. Bill’s eye creased up in a grin.

“I knew you were the smart one! Now come on, name your price! Anything you want is yours, once you open the portal for me.”

Stan frowned, staring at their joined hands. The fire was the least weird thing about these last few days – it blazed warm and blue, spitting sparks every which way. Hypnotizing, almost. It was so much power – not his, of course – but flaming at his fingertips. He wanted it.

Bill released his hand, letting Stan’s drop down by his side. Stan stuffed them in his pockets, feeling the tingle of residual warmth against his skin.

“Well? I don’t have all day!” Bill heaved a sigh, folding his little stick arms. Stan’s mouth tasted sour. “What’s your price? A galaxy all of your own, right? Or a billion dollars?”

“…I want a hug.”

Silence reined in the clearing.

“Are you kidding me?” Bill’s eye hung open in disbelief. “I’m offering you your own galaxy and all you want is a flipping hug?”

Stan nodded. “Yep. And like you said, you gotta give it to me.” He opened his arms. “I want my hug now.”

Bill sighed in frustration. “I’m incorporeal, kid, I can’t give hugs. Why would I even want to touch a fleshbag like you in the first place?”

Stan put his hands on his hips. “You’re just gonna have to be corp-or-real. I know you can, you can touch and move things around! You gotta do the deal or the whole thing’s off, remember?” He scowled. “If I don’t get my hug you can’t use me to open the portal.”

“Ugh.” Bill’s form shimmered, becoming a little more corporeal – enough, at least, to interact with the physical world. The triangle’s ‘face’ screwed up. “Gross. Let’s get this over with already.”

He extended his stick-arms out with a grimace, and Stan flew in to hug him, wrapping tiny arms around the triangular body and squeezing tight. Bill let out a disgusted noise and patted his back awkwardly.

“There. There’s your hug.”

Stan pulled back enough to grin at him. “You give shit hugs.” Then he jammed the magic capsule into Bill’s huge eye.

 The triangle-

 Screamed.

 There was an explosion of light and colour and searing heat that scorched across his face and Stan was flying back, breath knocked out of his lungs. He slammed into something and that something wrapped its arms around him and swung him away from the blast, shielding him with its body.

 When Stan’s ears stopped ringing and the spots faded from his vision, the sight that met his eyes made him freeze.

 Bill was dripping, fizzling like a dying candle, his eye seeping down his figure and body glitching red in places, showing glimpses of scarlet-colored bricks and bits of muscle and scenes played in sepia like they were being shown on an old TV. The demon lurched towards them, fingers curled into half-melted claws and body pulsing with its deep, distorted voice like an earthquake.

 “STANLEY-”

  There was the pop of a rifle being discharged and a hole blew open Bill’s body. Something crackled like broken glass, and then the demon

shattered.