#and suddenly there was a third lab accident

[wackyattack]

Danny would like to think that he had thought this through. Danny would like to say that this was not his fault. However, just this once,,, maybe those things couldn't be said.

But really??? Could you blame a guy for assuming he wouldn't have to potty train the DEAD- AS IN DOESNT NEED TO EVEN EAT ANYMORE WHAT THE HECK- ghost dog that he has decided to keep since Valerie thought it was his anyways?

Yes. Apparently, you could.

Danny was a little grateful though as cleaned the lab with the supplies his parents had given him, somehow the fact that the dog had had an..... accident in the lab had blinded his parents to the fact that it was a GHOST dog that had had an accident in the lab. At least this lab accident didn't open a portal to a new dimension

There’s a weird smell coming from somewhere in Fentonworks, and this time it’s not the “ozone with a hint of rotting citrus” that the Fentons have long gone noseblind to.

[mokulule]

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached - Part 12

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Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason)  Fandom: DP x DC Summary:

Danny is just trying to build a portal home, becoming a thief was just an unfortunate side effect of that goal. Now if only this vigilante family would just leave him alone. Especially Red Hood - the semi retired crime lord whose ghost-like presence keeps drawing Danny to him.

Part 12:

Danny asked himself why he even bothered with this game of cat and mouse with the bats. They already knew he could go intangible, so what was the point?

It was another day, another chase; another case of Red Helmet not showing up. This was the third time, not counting when he’d sneaked back invisibly and intangibly in the morning for another roll of heavy duty cable after that first night Red Helmet hadn’t shown.

Was he alright? Was he hurt? Had he just given up?

His core cried out in sorrow lamenting the connection he couldn’t make. It didn’t matter that he never had a connection to begin with, now he felt not only lost, but abandoned. 

It was stupid. 

He didn’t want to do this anymore. Yet here he was, playing chase. He’d already lost two vigilantes tonight, but they kept popping up like wack-a-moles. His current tail was Sunshine, who was a rare participant, he’d only showed up recently but unlike the others he had powers, which made losing him in the traditional sense hard.

He should just leave, but what if Red Helmet showed?

Also it was habit. Habit was a comfort to his hurting core. Ghosts were creatures of habit and mischief. The chase even while it exhausted him was the only bit of play he had. It used to be, early in his stay in Gotham, that he actually had fun. He wasn’t sure at what point it became more habit than fun. It had probably been a gradual sneaking thing.

When Danny first arrived in this world through a training accident and a random portal, he hadn’t been worried. Sooner or later he would find a new natural portal to return to the Ghost Zone and from there he could find home. Natural portals happened all the time, they were like vents, opening and closing to relieve pressure and keep the balance between worlds. Danny had a knack for finding them. He didn’t know whether it was due to dying in a portal or because of his adventures with the Infi-map, but it was a skill he’d developed. So while a couple of years prior he would have been worried about going through a portal, not so much anymore.

He didn’t recognize the city he landed in, it was a regular metropolis with towering skyscrapers, chrome and glass. One building had a giant globe on top with a sign pronouncing it the Daily Planet. Flying about invisibly and people watching, he’d first come to the conclusion he had to be in the future. The technology was just way too advanced when it came to what every day people had in their pockets.

His sightseeing had taken him to a place called Star Labs - how could Danny not check it out with a name like that? And he was not disappointed. They seemed to be doing a little bit of everything; medical research, weapons, strange things he didn’t even know what was (and Danny knew strange things), but best of all spacecraft. 

He’d been looking at a nanotech self-repairing coating for a future spacecraft when it happened; Alarms blared. The lights changed to red. Alert, Danny had remained still and invisible. He wasn’t necessarily the cause of the alarm, and making a sound now would only make him the cause of alarm for the suddenly nervous scientists in the room.

They all waited to see what would happen and eventually the doors opened admitting white armored security guards - the color immediately sent his hackles rising, the lights flickered momentarily but thankfully nobody noticed. All were focused on the security guards scanning the room with their anonymous visors.

Someone pointed towards the corner and guns were raised. The poor scientist standing there raised his hands frantically babbling, begging that he hadn’t done anything, please don’t shoot- The stream of words became just that to Danny, like water rushing in his ears. 

They weren’t pointing at the scientist; they were pointing at Danny. 

He moved, only just in time, flying up through the ceiling. The guns whirred behind him, with a high pitched charging sound and not like normal gunshots at all, no too much like-

Heat erupted in his side and he screamed. It took all his willpower to keep his invisibility, to keep his form. His head snapped around frantically, even in a new room he saw only armored white closing in. Place was crawling with them. A wail was building in his throat. No! He was in a city, he couldn’t! Panic fueled him as he kicked off the floor in a burst of speed, up up up. Floor after floor until the evening sky opened up above him in burning reds and oranges. 

He hadn’t stopped, he’d sped away from the city. 

At present Danny pressed himself against a wall, watching Sunshine reconvene with Purple from his hiding place above them. Seeing the two vigilantes were busy he sneaked carefully around the  corner of the building to put the building between them. He kept in the shadow of a pipe as he started jogging. 

Thinking about Star Labs he couldn’t help but touch a hand to where the energy blast had hit him - he’d scarred. It hadn’t been ectoplasm based, Danny would have known, but if they could hurt him, they could find a way to capture him, to keep him captured. 

That was why Danny had tried to limit the usage of his powers in Gotham. If he could pass for just a regular thief, maybe someone with cloaking tech,  If they guessed what he was they would be one step closer to- No! He couldn’t think about that, he needed to keep his head in the game. 

The midget sprung down in front of him, and Danny changed directions. How many of them were out here today? And with how many what were the odds Helmet wasn’t out here somewhere? Danny was tiring. But maybe there was hope? 

His thoughts drifted again as he ran.

When Danny had taken a moment to catch his breath after his escape from Star Labs, he’d started to look for a portal. He’d had enough of this future, but he hadn’t found a single one. He’d flown around trying to sense one until he’d been forced to set down in a forested area, transforming from the exhaustion. 

He hadn’t understood then why he was so tired.

Strangely breathless he’d pulled out his phone and called Tucker. If he could trust one person to always be near his technology it was Tucker - The number couldn’t be reached. Next he’d tried Sam, then Jazz, then Mom and Dad, none of the numbers could be reached. 

Terrified of what could have happened to them, Danny had started walking. He needed somewhere he could access technology. He’d discovered the burn on his side had carried over to his human form, because his shirt stuck to the blistering mess. He’d been in too much shock to notice the pain. But as he walked it became more and more apparent. He didn’t have anything in his backpack to dress the wound. 

As evening encroached, Danny had come upon a road. He picked right for his direction, walking in the leafy underbrush on the side of the road. The road was long and straight and relatively well travelled even as evening moved on into twilight, which was already pretty dark due to the shadows of trees. The now fewer cars had blinding headlights and Danny was careful to look away from them - not just for his poor eyes’ sake, but he really didn’t need to cause an accident, he never knew when his eyes would decide to reflect light like some sort of cryptid roadside ghoul. 

Danny was exhausted - too exhausted, but he tried to ignore the tumble of worried thoughts that wanted to be released from where he’d chained them up. He was considering just finding a soft spot to lie down for a nap, but some niggle of fear he couldn’t explain told him he might just be more exhausted if he stopped. No, walking on was safer. He needed to get to a place where there were people, and he didn’t risk getting mauled by wildlife because he was tired.

A truck stopped just ahead of him after a crescent moon had risen in the sky. Danny felt more full dead than half dead as he walked up to the truck. The window was rolled down.

“My wife’ll kill me for picking up hitchhikers so near Gotham if you’re a serial killler,” a rough female voice spoke from the cabin. 

Danny blinked. What? He managed to say, “uh?”

The driver leaned over far enough that she could open the door and actually see him. She had short cropped curly hair, a nose that looked like it had been broken before and judging dark eyes that swept up and down Danny’s arguably pitiful state of being. 

“Well, are you?” She enunciated.

“What?” “A serial killer?” Danny held his arms out helplessly. “I’m not, but if I was, that would also be my response, ma’am.”

She huffed a short bark of laughter. “So you got a bit o’ sass. Jump in then. Heading to Gotham?”

“Sure.” Danny replied, and climbed up. He’d never heard about a town by that name, but it was the second time the lady had mentioned it and who really knew where he was except somewhere in the US. He buckled in under watchful eyes, and in moments they were off.

“So you from somewhere in the Midwest?”

“Illinois, ma’am.” It was a safe enough topic, and Danny was so relieved to sink into soft seats and relax. His backpack was safely between his knees, even if it didn’t hold much of value and the cabin warm but not too warm.

“What brings you all the way out to Jersey?”

“Would you believe me-“ Danny covered his mouth as he was a assaulted by a yawn. “Sorry. If I said I don’t know?”

She glanced away from the road towards Danny momentarily. “Wouldn’t be the strangest thing.”

She reached into a cooler box and pulled out a sweating can that she handed to him. “Here, you’re pale as a ghost.” He accepted the can with shaking hands. Only his heart had jumped at the comparison, not his whole body, he reassured himself. He frowned thoughtfully as he examined the can. Zesti Cola the cursive lettering declared.

“Is this a local brand?” Danny asked thoughtlessly as he opened it up.

He realized his mistake as soon as it was out of his mouth at the incredulous look he got. “It’s only the biggest brand worldwide.”

Danny coughed. “Guess I must have grown up more sheltered than I thought.” 

He’d take the pitying look over any suspicion. He took a sip and it tasted a bit sweeter than the cola he was used to. His body welcomed the sugar and the liquids. He was usually more resilient than this. 

After finishing the pop, and putting the can in the trash bag as directed it wasn’t long until he fell asleep. 

He woke a bit disoriented when they stopped at a gas station an unknown amount of time later. And as memories flooded in he immediately knew what had been wrong with him. There had been absolutely no ambient ectoplasm in the air. He’d burned up his own rapidly using his powers for hours and healing a wound to boot. The difference was blatantly obvious now that he was in an area with ectoplasm in the air. He didn’t feel near as tired, his muscles and the wound ached less.

He stepped out of the truck along with the driver, and pulled his backpack back on. He looked up to the dark cityscape towering above them - so Gotham was definitely not a town. 

“Hey, kid.”

Danny resisted the instinctual urge to protest that he was nineteen, so not a kid, but that was personal information he didn’t want to give. 

“Yeah?” She walked around the truck to face him. “Gotham is a very good city to disappear in, but it’s also a good city to disappear in, you feel me? So take care?”

Danny swallowed at the ominous warning, but he was confident he could protect himself. He nodded. “Thanks for the ride, ma’am.”

Danny snapped out of the memory as a staff came down for his head. Jumping back he saw the midget had been joined by criss-cross bandolier guy.

He changed direction again and mused, that at this rate he’d go through all the vigilantes of Gotham tonight; but there was only one he wanted to see. He wasn’t showing and that was good, he reminded himself.

Zesti Cola and Gotham had been the clues Danny needed to know he was not in the future but in an entirely different reality. The following days he’d explored the limits of Gotham’s ambient ectoplasm. He’d quickly realized that to leave Gotham would be extremely dangerous to him. He might survive on human food, but any use of his powers would leave him weak and vulnerable, and as someone who didn’t even have an identity in this world - nobody would notice if he did disappear. 

Clockwork didn’t answer him. He couldn’t rely on anyone finding him here, they could become just as stuck as him. The only real solution was to build a portal. 

Danny was too late to divert from his path when he realized he was running towards a dead end, brick walls on two sides and concrete on the last, going up several stories. It was just as good a sign as any that it was time to end the chase. His stupid core could mourn Red Helmet’s absence just as easily from his hide-out as it could from here. 

He was prepared to turn intangible and go through the wall straight ahead. 

It was a relief the chase would be over. Weariness dragged at him more so now that he knew it would soon be over. Just three more long strides and the next would take him through the wall.

One. Two-

Electricity flared bright blue and flickering, dancing dangerously across the wall. Danny froze in place, in a way only possible due to his powers, as he instantly cancelled his momentum. Momentum that would have otherwise- No, he couldn’t think about that now. He had to focus, no panic, he could panic later, when he was free. He spun around. Electricity sparked all around him turning into a blur of dancing lightning. He dug his nails in to the palms of his hands. The path he’d come from was blocked by the bats. Blue Bird with his terrifying sticks, had joined the other two. 

The world wavered around him. He couldn’t breathe. His heart was so loud in his ears. He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood in his mouth. It was not over yet. 

He sunk into the ground, but pain, terrible and familiar lanced up through his legs and he jumped up with a yelp. He stared down at the asphalt beneath his feet in terrified realization; there were live power lines running through the ground.

Danny gritted his teeth and faced his pursuers grimly.

Bandoliers gave Danny a triumphant smile. “Gotcha.”

-

There you have it, Tim's plan to capture Danny, helped along by Danny being distracted. Next time we will see if it works ;)

I don't know that I'm entirely happy with this chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways. Now that it's written and out at least I can hope to get something I'm more satisfied with for the ao3 version.

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[another-lost-mc]

sharing snacks with thirteen & mephistopheles

content: sfw. gn!reader. fluff, developing relationships. solomon slander in thirteen's section. mephisto is a bit rude in his because it's him.

word count: 1.8k

THIRTEEN

It’s a typical day for you: sitting in the RAD cafeteria at lunch, nestled between two brothers who are bickering about a topic you have no real interest in.

You’re giving Beel your uneaten half-a-sandwich when you feel someone’s hand touch your shoulder gently.

“I have something unexpected to take care of in the human world,” Solomon says loud enough to hear him over the noise of Levi and Mammon arguing beside you. “Thirteen is expecting to see me in our next class together. Do you think you can let her know I won’t be able to make it?”

Solomon hardly asks you for favours, and you don’t mind the excuse to leave the rowdy demon brothers before you get caught in another food fight.

“Sure,” you say, returning his smile. You tuck away your leftover lunch - a bottle of water, an unopened bag of pretzels, and a double-chocolate muffin - into your school bag.

“I’ll bring you back a treat later,” he promises with a charming smile before strolling away. After he takes a few steps, he spins around suddenly and waves at you. “You’ll find her in the alchemy lab on the third floor!”

You want to make sure you aren’t late for class so it’s a brisk walk up the three flights of stone stairs that lead to the lab Solomon was referring to.

When you open the door and step into the corridor leading to the lab, it’s completely vacant.

You can hear Thirteen doing something so you approach the doorway quietly and peek your head inside.

Thirteen seems to be using some sort of levitation magic on herself, and she’s studying an elaborate set of wires and pulleys hanging above the doorway; there’s a small cage in her hands too, and inside is what can only be described as a bouncing ball of radioactive goo.

She glances down when she hears you and she cackles gleefully.

“Ah, careful there human - you don’t want this getting on your skin,” Thirteen warns you with a grin.

She’s tossing the cage up and down in her palm like it’s a toy, and you think you can hear the blob-creature in the cage growl menacingly each time she jostles it.

“Is that your—“ you pause, blinking when the blob gurgles unpleasantly and Thirteen hisses at it in response, “...pet?”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Oh, you’re too cute! This isn’t a pet. It’s the Ooey-Gooey Sticky Wicket version 2.0 - fun-sized!” 

She mumbles something under her breath about “that smug wizard and his stupid face” and it suddenly clicks for you why Solomon found an excuse not to come to class today.

“About that…” you trail off, watching her face grow thunderous when you explain that Solomon won’t be in his afternoon classes today.

She cancels the levitation spell she was using and lands on her feet with a heavy thud, pulling down the rest of her trap without care.

She opens a small bag and sets it on the floor. You watch in amazement when she turns around and picks up parts of her trap, throwing them over her shoulder and they seem to disappear into the bag without it changing size or shape.

“Of course he knew,” she mutters angrily, “that circus clown thinks he’s so clever,” she complains as she tosses more of her trap into the magical purse. “And he had the nerve to send you!”

You wince at the harsh tone she uses and she seems to realize her mistake. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that,” she says sheepishly, tossing the Ooey-Gooey-Whatsitcalled cage into her purse and zipping it shut. “I’d hate for you to get oozed by accident - humans are so delicate!” Her face twists into a frown. “Most of you are, anyway.”

She picks up the bag and slings it over her shoulder and you can’t help but ask, “Is that bag charmed? It’s like something from Mary Poppins.”

She tilts her head. “I don’t know what a ‘merry poppings’ is, but it’s a little invention of mine - handy for sorcerer trapping on the go!” She winks at you. “Like it? I can make you one.” 

She walks past you, snapping the strap of your bag against your shoulder lightly as she skips down the hall towards the stairs.

You jog to catch up. “Isn’t this your next class?” you ask. You know lunch break is almost over and the bell’s going to ring any minute now.

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, goody two-shoes, but I missed my lunch and if my trap is ruined, I might as well get something to eat first if I have nothing else to look forward to.” The pout in her voice is cute and you try not to smile.

You touch her arm to stop her, and her eyes widen when you rummage through your bag and offer her your muffin from earlier - you know she likes sweets and hope it cheers her up even a tiny bit.

She looks between you and the muffin before she smiles in a way that feels gentler and more genuine than her usual mischievous grins.

“The world would be a better place if more humans were like you,” she says before plopping a piece of the muffin top into her mouth.

MEPHISTOPHELES

When Mephisto approaches you for a favour after most of the other student council members left campus for the day, you know he must be desperate.

Despite your best attempts at staying out of his way and avoiding his ire, he still seems as unimpressed with you now as he did the first time you met him.

You’re not quite clear on the details, but apparently some mishap in the Newspaper Club office - something involving the Little Ds having a spat that led to an all-out brawl - means that the special edition of tomorrow’s newspaper has to be reprinted and finished.

There’s a special ceremony tomorrow and several distinguished invitees are going to be in attendance; the newspaper is supposed to be handed out to all students and guests to celebrate RAD’s recent achievements.

The face he makes when he realizes he has to ask you for help, lacking any other viable options, almost makes you want to refuse him out of spite - but you’ve been hard at work preparing for this too and it would be a waste to ruin it now.

Not to mention, what would Lucifer say if he found out something went wrong the day before this important event and you did nothing to help?

Mephisto escorts you to a temporary office space where he’s already set up a borrowed computer and printer.

You regret asking what happened to the ones in the Newspaper Club’s office; surely the damage wasn’t that bad, right?

“I don’t know how a food fight broke out, but they got Devil Sauce inside the Newspaper Club printer - INSIDE IT! How did they even–?” he continues ranting angrily about the Little Ds while you look over his current progress.

The newspapers are almost finished printing, so all that’s left is to fold them and insert them into envelopes.

You suggest the most obvious solution - “I’ll fold them if you want to take care of the envelopes?”

You asked giving him the choice of which task he would prefer, but instead he rolls his eyes, muttering “Obviously” under his breath when he sits down in front of the box of envelopes.

It’s boring and tedious work, but it’s not complicated - and you don’t mind doing this if it means helping RAD look its best in front of special guests.

Mephisto is quiet in his place across the table from you, and after the first few minutes working together he’s refrained from more pointed insults or sarcastic remarks about your intelligence, or your human heritage - or anything about you, really.

You haven’t eaten dinner yet - the hunger isn’t enough to bother you at this point - but you both startle when a rumble from your stomach breaks the silence.

Mephisto glances at the clock and raises an eyebrow at you like he’s surprised your body is capable of making such a racket - but when you expect him to insult you some more, he asks, “Have you not eaten anything?”

You shake your head and continue folding, explaining you would get something to eat once this was done.

It’s unclear what bothers him so much about your reply, but he stands up from his seat and leaves the office suddenly without a word.

You can’t even ask where he’s going with how quickly he left, and after gaping in surprise at the doorway he disappeared through, you brush it off and get back to work.

It’s nearly ten minutes later when you hear Mephisto return, and you don’t bother to look up from your folding.

You do look surprised when he puts a takeaway cup and paper bag on the table beside you, and you watch him sit down with a cup and bag of his own.

“What’s the matter?” he asks you defensively. “I thought you liked tea?”

“I do…” you say cautiously, wondering what’s going on. Is this a prank?

You must be looking at the cup like it's full of poison because he puffs up his chest in indignation. “Humans are so weak, I need you to be focused if we’re going to finish these at a respectable hour,” he says like it’s obvious, like there couldn’t be any other motivation to bring you a snack.

You take a sip from your tea cautiously - it’s a common Devildom blend, black and unsweetened. It’s not how you normally drink it, but it’s still warm and comforting.

After a few more sips, you peek into the paper bag. It looks like a Hellfire cheese sandwich, not too spicy, and you eat with quiet satisfaction.

Mephisto is eating his own food - the same thing he ordered for you by the looks of it - and he nearly chokes on his mouthful of food when you thank him.

He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs at his mouth, but when he realizes your words are genuine - why wouldn’t they be? - he shrugs, saying that he’s only doing what he thinks Diavolo would want.

It’s not like he cares about your well-being, but the he knows the Prince does.

You finish your impromptu meal without anymore conversation, and it’s not long after that the job is complete and he’s shooing you from the office while he finishes up by himself.

He wants to ask you if you would like a ride home because he knows his chauffeur is waiting for him outside, but he doesn't.

He wants to ask what you take in your tea for future reference only, but he doesn’t.

All he offers is a stiff, “Thank you for your help” before he turns away from you and listens to you gather your belongings and leave, your footsteps fading into silence.

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[pooks]

Cruelty

Ichiji forced his face to become completely neutral during Mother’s funeral. The skies were overcast by dark clouds and it was raining. They were dressed in their finest, black clothes. Ichiji, as the heir apparent and the Crown Prince, walked by Judge’s right side, signifying his importance to Germa.

Ever since Sora had told her first son that she was dying, he had known that this day would come. But he never expected it to come so soon. She was found dead in her sickbed, with closed eyes and a cold body. Pale as snow, never to be alive anymore.

Ichiji held out so much that he could, determined to not show a single hint of expression. Compared to Sanji, he wept over the loss of their mother and wore his heart on his sleeve as usual.

‘Stop that, you fool! You’re gonna end up being killed!’ Ichiji thought to himself, scolding Sanji in his mind.

However, Ichiji didn’t see Sanji the next day. Or for the next five days.

Concern weighed heavily in his chest, but he pushed it aside to focus on his lessons and trained as he usually did.

That was, until Ichiji found himself in another funeral service where Vinsmoke Judge announced Sanji dead to the world. 

Ichiji was shaken to his core.

‘No. That’s a lie…you’re lying! Sanji isn’t dead!’ His mind screamed.

He waited until after the funeral service (where all of Germa’s clone soldiers wept for the loss of the young prince, which was more than Judge and his other two brothers did). He struggled to keep his emotions in check.

Ichiji knew this was a lie. Sanji wasn’t dead. 

He would know about the “tragic accident”, if that was the case. Something was strange. Their mother has barely been dead for a week when Sanji suddenly “dies” out of the blue.

And it was time to confront Judge (not “father” anymore).

“Tell me where Sanji is.” Ichiji demanded cooly.

Vinsmoke Judge turned around and glared down at his son. “DId you not pay attention to the funeral? He’s dead.”

“Lies.” Ichiji defied him. “Quite odd, isn’t it? Mother died a week ago and now, Sanji is apparently “dead” in a “tragic accident”.” He made quotation gestures with his hands and then crossed his arms. 

“If you must know useless information that is not a concern for a crown prince.” Judge scoffed. “Sanji is in the dungeon prison, where he will live for the rest of his miserable life. He was only allowed out as long as his mother wished. That kind of agreement is now void.”

Ichiji gritted his teeth and his hand itched to grab the dagger that was hanging in a holster by his belt. “Release him.” He demanded.

Judge narrowed his eyes on him. “What did you say?”

“I said release him, Judge.” Ichiji snapped. 

“Are you questioning my authority, Ichiji? You don’t need a dead weight around you. Is that what you want, a stone around your neck? A useless burden.”

Ichiji didn’t think anymore.

He acted.

They say that every action has its own consequence.

The day he tried to stab Judge was also the day Ichiji learnt about actions and consequences the hard way.

—

“I believe he’s reached his limit now, Your Majesty.”

He sat in the examination chair, his arms and legs were strapped down with leather. His arms were littered with bleeding scars from medical equipment and aches from the stings of the syringe needles. His head hung down, chin touching his chest and his red hair covered his eyes.

“And the result?”

“His body is very responsive to the enhancement modifications. Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do about his emotions.” The Head Scientist told his father, talking about him like he was nothing more than a successful experiment…a lab rat turned into perfect success. “Unlike the case of your third son Sanji, his emotions are in full control. It’s like his emotions can open and shut down, like how you flick on the light switch.”

“Fascinating.” Judge said without enthusiasm. “And his eye?”

“His sight is unchanged. However, the scar will remain for the rest of his life.”

“Hmph. That behavior was unacceptable, but I will let it slide for this one time. He is, after all, my masterpiece. That scar should teach him a lesson.” Judge turned to his team of scientists.  “Continue his modifications as planned. His training will be doubled and his contact with his siblings will be limited. From now on, I will personally train him instead of him joining his brothers. Ichiji must set an example and he will learn to never try to defy me!”

Ichiji knew that he was in hell.

—

Six months of hell.

Six long months of pure torture.

That’s what Ichiji knew.

He trained and trained every day until his legs couldn’t carry him anymore, from sunrise and into nightfall. 

But throughout the entire time…Ichiji often snuck down to the dungeons to see Sanji. Always making sure it was in the dead of night. 

His feet stopped in front of the metal bars and looked through them. There was Sanji, but his face was obscured and hidden behind an iron helmet and only his eyes (although his blonde hair covered one) were visible.

Ichiji reached out with his arms through the bars and cupped the helmet with his hands, feeling cold metal instead of Sanji’s warm skin. “Sanji.” he spoke and his little brother’s eyes filled with unshed tears. “Sanji, big brother is here now.”

“I don’t wanna be here…tell Father to let me out!” Sanji wept.

“I can’t. It’s impossible to sway his will.” Ichiji told him. “You need to be strong, you need to endure this. I promise that I will take you away from here. We could run away, just you and me. Escape.”

Sanji hiccuped and went still. “R-run away, us two?”

“I don’t want to become king. I don’t want to become a soldier.” Ichiji confided in him. “I want to be free. Mother once told me that it was okay to have dreams…even me. Maybe I am a monster, but I want to be a free monster. No chains will keep me down.”

“...I heard the guards whispering about you trying to kill Father.” Sanji whispered.

“Correction, I tried to stab him. Not necessarily kill him. Death is a mercy and Father certainly doesn't deserve that.” Ichiji said curtly. “...not after what happened to Mother. Not after what he did to you.”

“Ichiji…what happened to your eye?”

Sanji’s small, frail hand reached out and parted his red hair from his face. Ichiji’s left eye was still dark blue and functional, but the skin around it was angry red and shaped like a starburst. 

“It doesn’t hurt.” Ichiji answered and touched his scar. It was true, though. It didn’t hurt, but it was still healing. “This is my punishment for defying Father. I learnt it the hard way.”

“Ichiji…” Sanji nearly sobbed.

“Stop being a crybaby now.” Ichiji snapped without a bite. “I’m going to bust you out and then, we’ll run away.”

[q-gorgeous]

Destabilizing

ao3

ffn

Vlad Masters suddenly shows up at the Fenton household after disappearing for years asking for their help.

heres my holiday truce fill for @sybill-d

ahhh im sorry this was so late. i intended to do a storyboard of this, and i still intend to, but my arms and hands have been hurting lately and i couldnt trust myself to get this done by the third without aggravating whats hurting already 😔 but! here this is for now :D

woooooo

Jack sat at his work station in the lab. He couldn’t focus on his work today. Looking to his left, his gaze traveled over his desk until it landed on the framed picture that sat in front of him. Him, Maddie, and their old college buddy. They haven’t seen him in years. He always wondered what happened, why Vlad never spoke to them again. 

Jack sighed. There’s no use dwelling on the past. He just had to hope Vlad was doing well these days.

“Jack, are those samples ready yet?” Maddie called across the room to him. 

He spun in his chair to face her. “Yes, Maddie. They’ll be ready in-”

A crash sounded from upstairs and both he and Maddie turned to look towards it. Maddie stood up, planting her hands on her desk.

“What was that?” She shouted. 

Jack stood up and walked up behind her. “I don’t know.” He frowned.

He made his way across the room to the stairs. Maddie followed behind him. 

“Maybe it’s Danny and his friends?” She said.

“Or a ghost.” Jack glanced at her. “Stay alert.”

“Right!” Maddie brandished her gun and a focused expression crossed her face. 

Together they made their way up the stairs and through the heavy duty doorway. They tiptoed through the kitchen and backed up against the wall that divided the room from the kitchen. Jack peeked around the corner.

There was a figure in the living room, He looked just in time to see them fall to the floor. That must’ve been what that crashing sound was. This person couldn’t stay on their feet. 

He popped out from around the corner and pointed at the figure on the floor. Maddie aimed her gun at them. 

“Put your hands up…” Jack trailed off as his eyes adjusted to the dark lighting in the living room. 

Lying on the floor in front of him was their old college buddy Vlad Masters. 

“... Spook.” He finished softly. He heard Maddie gasp beside him. 

“...please.” Vlad spoke. “Help me…” 

Jack couldn’t believe it. 

“Vladdie?” Why was Vlad here? What happened to him all these years they’ve been apart?

“Vlad, what happened to you?” Maddie exclaimed. She walked across the room and bent over to help lift him off the floor. She laid his arm across her shoulders and lifted him up. Vlad groaned as he stood up. 

That was when Jack took in the state that Vlad was really in. He had green spots all over him. 

“Why are you covered in ectoplasm?” Jack reached a hand out and stepped closer to the two of them. He squinted at him. “Did a spookum get you?” 

Vlad opened groggy eyes and looked at him. “No. I’m sorry to show up so unexpectedly. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“We haven’t seen you since college!” 

“Where have you been all these years?” Jacked asked.

“I’m sorry for disappearing…” Vlad looked away from Jack. “There was something I never told you two. Something that I was afraid to tell you.”

A pit formed deep in Jack’s stomach.

“Do you remember my portal accident?”

Now Jack felt almost nauseated. Of course he remembered Vlad’s portal accident. He’d never been able to forgive himself for getting his best friend hurt. 

“That it didn’t work?” Vlad continued. “And I got hurt?” 

Vlad shuddered. “It changed me. In a way I couldn’t explain.”

Jack frowned. What did he mean by that?

“It wasn’t until the doctors diagnosed me with ecto-acne that I understood.” Vlad finally looked back up. First at Maddie, then at Jack. “I had somehow obtained ghostly attributes in that accident.”

Vlad coughed and Maddie gently guided him to the couch in the living room. She slowly sat him down and covered him in a blanket. He took a deep, shuddering breath before he looked back up and continued. 

“They cured the ecto-acne, but there was still something wrong with me.” Vlad held a hand to his head, a vacant stare now in his eyes. “Sometimes I would have trouble keeping my form. I started my own research but I couldn’t find a solution. I was getting weaker.”

He looked back up at them. 

“I’m destabilizing. And I need your help.”

Both Jack and Maddie looked at him with shocked expressions. 

“What can we do though?” Maddie asked. 

Vlad looked at them with such conviction that Jack couldn’t help but believe him. “You’re the most brilliant ghost scientists there are. If anyone can help me, it’d be you.”

Jack shook his head. He didn’t understand. Vlad was destabilizing? Wasn’t that something ghosts did if they grew to be too weak? Humans couldn’t destabilize. Did that mean that Vlad was a-

“Can you excuse us for a moment?” Maddie spoke in her pretend cheerful voice. It set off the alarm bells in Jack’s head. 

She grabbed onto the collar of his jumpsuit and roughly pulled him out of the room and into the kitchen. 

Jack turned to look over his shoulder to see Vlad frowning sadly at his lap. Jack frowned at that. 

Maddie tucked them back against the wall they had been hiding behind before. “How do we know we can trust him? What if he’s a ghost?”

Jacked looked over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Shouldn’t we trust him? He was our best friend.”

Maddie leaned past him to look past the wall to where Vlad sat in the living room. “It doesn’t matter if he was our friend. A ghost is a ghost.”

The alarm bells in Jack’s head grew louder. “He seems to believe he’s still human though.” Maddie placed a hand on her chin as she listened to him speak. “We could use the ghost catcher to see if we can separate the ghost from him.”

“That could work.” She said. “If he’s human, it’ll separate the ectoplasm from him. If he’s a ghost, we’ll know.”

Maddie put a smile on her face and walked back into the living room. Jack followed her, conflicted. Vlad didn’t seem like a ghost. He seemed normal. Ghosts were evil.

Jack stopped beside Maddie in the living room. She clapped her hands together.

“We’ll help you! We want what’s best for you!” Maddie closed her eyes and tilted her head. “We’ll just need you to come down to our lab so we can start working.”

Vlad smiled at them. “Thank you. How can I ever repay you?” 

Maddie walked up to Vlad and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s nothing! We just want you to get better.” She helped him up. “Now let’s get you down to the lab.”

She walked by Jack as she continued talking to Vlad. “We’ll figure out how to get you fixed up in a jiffy. I’m sure we have something to help you. We have an assortment of ghost hunting and research inventions. Surely something will help.”

Jack frowned at their backs as they headed towards the basement door. He sighed and followed after them, the pit still deep in his stomach. 

He made his way down the stairs and into the lab. When he got down there he saw Maddie sitting Vlad down on the lab table. 

“Right here, Vlad. Take a seat on this examination table.” She gestured to the cold looking table in the center of the lab. “We’ll start by taking your vitals.”

She pulled a couple things out of the drawers in one of their countertops. The first thing she pulled out of her new pile was a stethoscope. She placed the earpieces in her ears and put the other end to his chest. She listened carefully.

“Hmm… Heartbeat is slower than normal.” She pulled a thermometer out next.

She placed it in his mouth and studied it closely. She took it out of his mouth and read it. 

“Temperature is near hypothermic.”

Then she took out a blood pressure measurer. She wrapped it around his arm and squeezed the pump a couple times. She pressed the stethoscope to his arm and listened for a few moments. 

“Blood pressure is low.” She said quietly. “Jack, would you be able to get a blood sample? I’ll get a swab of his mouth to test for ectoplasmic viruses.”

Jack shook out the bad feeling in his stomach and threw a smile on his face. “You got it, Mads.”

He grabbed a syringe from her pile on the counter and turned to face Vlad. As he turned he could see Vlad visibly gulp. Jack smiled at him sympathetically. “Don’t worry, Vladdie. This’ll be over before you know it.”

Vlad smiled softly at him. “Thank you, Jack.”

“All done, V-Man!”

Vlad looked down at his elbow that Jack was in the process of wrapping. “Wow, that really was fast.”

Jack smiled at him again and Vlad looked like he was about to say something else when Maddie suddenly shoved a swab in his mouth.

“Swab acquired!” She said excitedly. “Let’s go examine these, Jack!” 

“You bet, Maddie!” He exclaimed. He turned to look back at Vlad. “We’ll be right back.”

He walked across the room to Maddie’s workstation. 

“Here’s the blood sample, Maddie.”

“Look at this, Jack. This swab shows no traces of any ecto-viral infections.”

Jack frowned. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

Maddie shook her head. “Not if we’re hoping that Vlad isn’t really a ghost.”

They both looked down at the microscope sitting on her desk. This wasn’t really looking good for Vlad…

Jack held up the syringe and spoke softly. “Let’s take a look at the blood sample.”

Maddie grabbed it from him and set everything up. She slid the petri dish into the microscope and bent down to look through it. 

She looked back at him.

“Jack, take a look at this.”

He took her place and looked through the microscope. The ectoplasm here didn’t look out of place. It looked almost as if it belonged there.

“This is odd.” Jack said as he looked at it. He stood back up and turned towards her. “Maddie, I think this ectoplasm is melded to his DNA.” 

Jacked turned to look at Vlad over his shoulder. He coughed into his blanket and took a deep breath.

“I don’t think he’d survive it if we removed it.”

Maddie shook her head. “Nonsense, Jack. This is probably what’s making him sick. Surely using the ghost catcher and separating it from him will cure him.”

“But what if you’re wrong?”

Maddie squinted at him, pointing a finger at him. “Are you doubting me?” She asked lowly. 

“No. I think we just need to think more critically about this instead of jumping right in.” Jack said. 

“But he’s a ghost!” Maddie shouted.

“We don’t know that!” Jack whispered back at her.

“Is everything going alright over there?” Vlad called.

“Oh!” Maddie threw her hands into the air exuberantly and turned back towards where Vlad sat, walking over to him. “Everything’s okay! We have a way to cure you!” 

Vlad smiled a big smile at her. “Really?”

“Yes!” Maddie said cheerily. “We’re going to use the Fenton Ghost Catcher to remove the ectoplasm from your DNA!”

“What?” Vlad shouted. He backed away a couple steps away from her, looking ready to bolt if she so much as moved wrong. 

“The ectoplasm must be what’s causing your illness.” Maddie walked across the lab and dragged the ghost catcher out of the closet it was sitting in and across the room. She patted it. “This bad boy will remove all of it!” 

Vlad took another couple steps back, the blanket falling off from his shoulders and to the floor. Jack stepped up and held an arm up in front of Vlad. 

“Maddie we can’t do this!” Jack pleaded. “He’s not comfortable with this!”

She gestured behind her at the ghost catcher. “We have to do this otherwise the ectoplasm will kill him!” 

“Removing the ectoplasm will kill me!” Vlad shouted from behind Jack. 

“The ectoplasm is what’s killing you!” Maddie shouted back at him. “What else could it be?”

Vlad rolled his eyes and threw his arms into the air. “Why won’t you listen to me?” He held his hands to his chest. “Why do you insist on hurting me?”

Jack took another step forward. “Maddie, please. This is our friend.”

“How do we know he’s not a ghost?” She threw back at him. “How do we know he’s not tricking us?”

Vlad sighed. “Even if I was a ghost, not all ghosts are evil like we hypothesized. I was terrified for so long that I would become evil.”

He leveled a look at Maddie.

“But that never happened. Because I’m the one who decides who I want to be. Not whether or not I have ectoplasm.” Vlad looked away from Maddie. 

Jack was about to stop her when he saw Maddie approaching Vlad quickly but stopped once she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

“I’m so sorry, Vlad.” She whispered into his shoulder. “I went about this all wrong.” 

Vlad wrapped his own arms around her. “It’s alright, Maddie. Thank you for believing in me.” They smiled at each other. 

Jack walked up to both of them and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “Now let’s get back to work. We have a friend to fix up. We’ve got an old concoction that always seemed to make spooks stronger. We can try that if you’re up for it, Vladdie.”

“That’s probably our best bet.” Vlad placed a hand on his chin. “I’ve tried just about everything else. That’s something I’ve never thought of before. Genius.”

Jack pulled the two of them closer to him. “Let’s get started!” 

Qqqqqqq

Jack picked up a vial from his set that sat on his desk. He stood up and turned to face Vlad where he sat beside Maddie. 

“Alright, Vladdie! Here it is! A fresh batch of ecto-dejecto! Are you ready?” 

Vlad turned around to face him and Jack’s heart twinged at the fresh ectoplasm that covered his face. Vlad smiled at him. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Jack handed the vial to Maddie and she filled a syringe with it. 

“Okay. Here we go.”

Vlad squeezed his eyes shut as Maddie plunged the syringe into his upper arm. 

“All done.” 

Vlad’s eyes shot open just as the ectoplasm started seeping back into his skin, the blemishes disappearing right before their very eyes. A big smile spread across his face. 

“It’s gone.” Vlad laughed. “It’s all gone!”

He walked up between Jack and Maddie and wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

“Thank you! So much.” He glanced between them. “How can I ever repay you?”

Jack jostled them. “Just don’t disappear on us again!” 

Vlad chuckled softly. “I can do that.”

[androidships007]

Oh no, you're not doing so good! Maybe it was a training accident, or a run in with the foot clan. Maybe you're too sick to care for yourself. All you know is you can't go to a normal hospital. At least your friends in the sewers are always ready to help.

💜 Doctor Donnie💜

• Donnie is the brains of the group so it's no surprise he has a good grasp of most medical conditions, and what he doesn't know, he isn't afraid to look up.

• Donnie has no problems setting broken bones, stitching wounds closed or even making medicine in his lab that would normally cost the same amount as that arm he just fixed up for you.

• Dude is really earning his "life saver title", that said "doctors" don't do bedside manners. Donnie is a busy man. He's happy to help but he can't sit with you *all* day. Once you're stabilized, Doctor Donnie is out.

• Even if you're dating don't expect him to suddenly develop excellent bedside manners. It's not that he doesn't care, rather it's the opposite. He can help you more by making you medicine or checking his monitors and recovery rates while giving you space to rest.

❤️RN Raph❤️

• Raph picks up where Donnie leaves off. Here's your bedside buddy, unfortunately he believes in tough love. If your condition is somehow your own doing then expect an earful while he fluffs your pillows and makes sure you take your medicine. If your condition isn't your fault you might still get an earful but mostly because he feels guilty.

• seriously though, dude is dedicated. He's not leaving your side unless he has to. Donnie makes a plan of care and raph takes over from there. It's the only time you'll ever see his following someone else's orders so willingly, it's almost eerie.

• Raph has had his fair share of injuries and illnesses, but he hates asking for help so he got really good at basic first aid. And while he won't admit it, he's actually pretty soft, so when you aren't feeling well he wants to help however he can which mostly involves sticking to your side and nagging at you.

• pizza supreme in the sky, help this turtle if he has any romantic feelings for you while you're under his care. Expect water works and heartfelt confessions. It's all honesty a bit much while you're trying to recover, but it's still kinda sweet.

🧡Master chef Mikey🧡

• Raph and Donnie have most of your medical care covered honestly but Mikey is a real star. Can't recover without food right? That's where Mikey comes in. He's got all your meals covered and a dazzling personality to brighten any dower moods raph may have left you with.

• Turtle knows his way around the kitchen and while he's normally known for his more experimental palette, he really cracks down when he's taking care of you. He knows all the traditional recipes for "instant" cures. Honestly his meals might rival Donnie's medicine and they taste better.

• In addition to his catering services he also provides some I'm home entertainment for your bed ridden butt. This is normally around the time raph gets to take a small break, so you get to have meals with the charismatic and energetic Mikey. Get ready for jokes and bright smiles while he spoon feeds you, don't even bother arguing he'll just turn it into a game. It can be a real breath of fresh air compared to raph's more serious approach.

• Normally Mikey can't stay for long, seeing you suffering breaks his heart. Plus all the excitement he brings is the opposite of resting but if you two happen to be a thing then raph's "breaks" might take longer and longer the better your condition gets, and what's this? Mikey just happened to make extra snacks for the third time since lunch and he just had to share them with you? You can watch raph roll his eyes and step out so you have some privacy.

💙 Last but not Least Leo💙

• For once Leo really isn't in charge here. All the roles are filled but that doesn't mean everything always runs smoothly. Leo steps up where he's needed. A jack of trades. Leo tends to the medicinal gardens so Donnie and Mikey always have fresh picking to help you. He takes shifts with Raph so he's not over working himself. He makes sure Donnie isn't depriving himself of sleep for your sake and that Mikey has a shoulder to cry on when the situation feels impossible.

• He wishes he could do more, show off his skills or something, but honestly he knows his role is important too. The quiet enforcer, keeping vigil as you recover. His actions may not be as noticeable, but that doesn't mean he isn't giving it his all to ensure you recover quickly. His truest calling card may be the fresh flowers he places near your bed to give you hope, or a hot brew of tea, or the clean blankets he always brings with him. Actually the room is suspiciously clean despite you never seeing nurse raph tidying up. Leo does pride himself on his ninja skills.

• On the rare occasions Leo is the only one who can sit by your bedside and watch over your recovery, you'll note a certain air of calm the others lack. Even Donnie seems more hectic that the master of zen before you. He doesn't say much, he's sure you already know what he's thinking anyway. He's probably wrong, but his presence is comforting regardless. He also seems to be checking out the list raph and Fonnie left for him a lot. It's almost impressive to see him seem so out of his element yet so in control.

• Truthfully though, seeing you like this is hard on him, he's relieved when Raph pushes his way back in and takes over. Especially when it's *you*. He's responsible for so much, but your health and well-being are just too important for him alone to carry. He needs his family's support as much as he needs you. He's a mess inside so he goes above and beyond making sure everything around him is clean, tidy and peaceful. And when you're better expect a handwritten letter from the blue hearted terrapin expressing his deep admiration for you, after all you're an inspiration and your well being means the world to him.

🐀Story time Splinter 🐀

• That's right the whole family is here for you even master Splinter has a role to play. He recognizes that his sons have this under control, but as a single dad who raised four rowdy children alone in a dirty sewer he's seen his share of medical emergencies. Not only that but all his sons have survived thanks to him. He'll be the first to admit he lacks any professional medical training but he knows plenty of old world medical treatments.

• That said, he really does trust his sons on this one, so don't expect him to do more than bring you tea, and share some old stories with you about the guys. Did I mention Splinter has a bit of a tv drama addiction? Well it shows when he starts recounting old tales to you. No matter how awful you feel, you're completely sucked into his stories, on the edge of your seat desperate to hear what happens next.

• The guys hate "story time" with dad so he waits until they're out or distracted to slip in and regale you. That time when Leo couldn't stop crying because he lost to Mikey in the dojo. He was only 7, he swears it wasn't *that" dramatic. Or how raph would hide behind Leo whenever Splinter was scolding them. When Donnie snuck out on his own but got stuck in a drain pipe because he got the measurements wrong. Even when Mikey's April fool's prank backfired spectacularly. Each new story thrilled you and shed light on your sewer dwelling companions.

• unfortunately these stories tended to raise your blood pressure, heart rate and oxygen levels as you nearly laugh yourself to death. Donnie will come bursting in full of dread and demand splinter leaves for your sake and for his son's sake. Splinter will calmly explain that laughter is good medicine as he gives you a playful wink to his sons' horrified embarrassment as he is shooed out of the room.

Big thanks to @happymoonangel and @tinkabelle19 for the encouragement and ideas. Hope everyone who's hurting feels better soon 🫂

[slowd1ving]

[✦III. OH, HOW TRAGIC IS HE] SNIPPET • . DR RATIO

honestly I'm so used to writing comedic scenes this is just bittersweet man :-(

warning: death but also not really, injury

LAMENT OF OUROBOROS MASTERLIST

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

In retrospect, it was practically expected that your tired life would beget yet another tired cliché. 

There was something completely unoriginal in the series of misfortunes that befell the proletariat salaryman (read: you). In novels, movies, and the occasional game, the most ordinary of souls stumbled across a situation that chose them. For once, someone in their weary lives had need of them; not as a pushover, nor a lackey, but someone courageous and brave who became a hero. Forums and comments oft scorned these overused plotlines—and you agreed, of course—but it was an interesting premise to think about. 

“There’s a survivor on the third floor—”

Still, no matter how intriguing the promise of escape from the mundane was, it was pointless. It wouldn’t happen. 

“Hey— can you get up? Blink if you can hear me, alright? 

The accident in the lab was almost poetic. Of course, when a protagonist encountered an explosion in their place of work, there was always an accompanying montage that indicated something was wrong. Whether it be the change in key in the background chords, or a close up of cracking machinery, the audience got some sort of closure as to why. Was it fate? Was it the cruel machinations of man? Was it just an unfortunate accident?

“We need oxygen here—he’s going into shock! Help—you—get a gurney immediately!”

But actually, there was none of that fanfare for you. Just a sluggish warmth that crawled from your limbs and back into your heart, from limbs far too cold to move. No, not cold. You simply couldn’t feel them—much like when a body part suddenly fell asleep on you. 

If you scrunched your face a bit, you could smell the acrid wisps of rubble: paint chips and stone all congealing into an antiquated scent. You couldn’t exactly see, but maybe that was for the better. 

“What’s happen—” Your tongue felt leaden in your mouth: heavy and contorted as you awkwardly sounded out your question. An explosion? A gas leak? A mine that somehow went off? There was something wet dribbling from your mouth; tasting like white hot iron, seeping past your aching lips. A hero would know. A hero would have that information playing out panel by panel while they bled out, farewells and anguish for their loved ones already melding into the fabric of existence. 

Ow. 

“Shh, don’t talk, okay? We’ll get you out of here, alright?” There weren’t any reassurances for your state. No ‘you’ll be okay’, no ‘stay with me, alright?’. You weren’t stupid. You weren’t, but it was in that moment when you wished you were—dropping out before doing your degree and doctorate, keeping far from the lab, and holding on to your life with blissful ignorance on your side. 

You opened your mouth. 

“No, you don’t need to say anything, alright?” The voice was kind, you noted drowsily. If not a little clumsy, swaddling you in a foil blanket like some overgrown child. Well. You couldn’t see it, and neither could you feel it, but you could feel your limbs lolling this way and that way at the movements—like some grotesque, decommissioned marionette. 

At least it didn’t hurt.  

“Thank you,” you whispered. There was nothing outrageous about your last words. Like the rest of your life, the syllables were as ordinary as they came. A quiet beginning. A quiet end. There was nobody to say goodbye to, nobody to wait for past the veil. 

It was an accident. 

“I’m sorry. Ah, shit—” Something wet splashed your cheek, followed by a fumbling hand that tried to brush it away but only succeeded in smearing the thin liquid across your face awkwardly. “Don’t— fuck, I’ll stay with you, alright?” 

Fingers wrapped around your own, flesh against bone. Pulsing life alongside a silent end. 

The last thing on your lips was an apology, in the form of a salty tear dripping from above. 

[nef-ar10us]

Cozy Castle Townhouses

So I'm more of an aspiring builder, but as one step in the pursuit of non-perfectionism I've still decided to share my random and mostly semi-finished stuff around here ^^ (Please excuse the bad screens, I'm still figuring out how to do this.) Today: Three fancy-ish townhouses based on (and including) a renovated version of the Cozy Castle bin lot.

I've made two families who I want to live here and furnished one and a half (like I said, semi-finished) apartments specifically for them, while leaving the third one empty. More pictures below :)

The one on the right is the unfurnished one, I decorated only the porch and little balcony. Thinking maybe a wholesome young couple.

The one on the left is the most fleshed-out, but the inhabitants' story isn't exactly a nice one: Nils had only recently moved into town with his fiancée and her son Ezra, when she suddenly died in a tragic accident. Even if he'd accepted the role of Ezra's father figure as part of his marriage to come, had things been different he honestly would never have wanted any children... And now he's here with this kid who isn't even his, whose mother they both mourn, completely at a loss. Watcher knows none of this is the boy's fault and Nils tries to be a dad, he really does, but it's hard. Every little thing about this place they had planned to call home reminds him of his loss.

Their place is pristine, very bright and clean, for the most part.

Little Ezra has never talked (or cried) a lot or made much noise in general, but give him a crayons, a brush and paint, or a simple pen and you can keep him occupied all day - even if he may take to use the actual house as his canvas. He may not have known Nils for long but has nevertheless developed a fierce, if quiet, loyalty to him: His mother had told him he was family now, so family he is. He doesn't call him 'Dad' as he's not sure he'd appreciate it, but is nevertheless determined to carry him through these dark times. Family always sticks together, right?

Nils is - or used to be - a martial artist by profession, winning sizeable tournament prizes on the regular. He can't stand to be around people as of now but exercising is still about the only thing to keep his mind off of ... everything else.

This ground floor room used to be a temporary nursery for the boy until he was big enough to have his own room; it became a storage space, for lack of a better term, after that. Old, no longer needed furniture, clutter, and memories are catching dust in here, and some nights Nils locks himself in here, smoking away the hours until it's time to wake Ezra up for school. He'll clean this place up, soon ... for sure. Until then, he keeps the door locked at all times. The boy doesn't need to see this.

The middle one (the actual Cozy Castle) is ... something else. Semi-furnished for a very specific household with a very specific taste. The neighbors tend to be wary of this lot, to say the least.

Downstairs: Kitchen/dining and little office area. Sparsely decorated as of yet, but you get the idea. ^^

Upstairs so far. The first lab/darkroom-ish bedroom belongs to Scarlet, the actual tenant, while the second bedroom is currently used by her two more or less welcome but very eccentric "houseguests" (who seemingly have no intention of leaving anytime soon...). Dorian and his son Oscar bicker like a couple of married romance sims, and most fights seem to be related to their mutual vanity: Oscar can't stomach the fact that his father manages to look younger than him, and Dorian misses no opportunity to rub it in his face. Scarlet just houses them because their sire demanded it via handwritten letter from overseas, but she has come to think that he, too, might have lost his mind a little.

Thanks for reading! <3

Credits: I've used an f-ton of different CC from all over the place and am so grateful to all the creators! Please don't be angry that I'm not listing every single person here. If there's a specific item you like, feel free to hit me with a WCIF and I'll see what I can dig up :)

[wyrdle]

For the TrainerClavell au

If I read correctly, you guys talked about Clavell helping the kids with their nightmares and problems but what about Clavell having some really upsetting dreams about the professors :'D

Maybe it doesn't happen that often but when it does it's bad :'/

((ok now imagine Tyme comforting him🙂🙂🙂🙂))

SCREECHING. Ok. I had brain worms from this prompt. Enjoy a crazy spur of writing (it turned out way longer than i expected)

CW for: Nightmares, implied injury/traumatic experiences. Enjoy!!!! Hopefully this is a fun read lol

Clavell was huddled right outside the Zero Lab, a space cleared out for the scientists within  when they needed an escape from the stuffiness of the indoors. There was no breeze so deep underground, but the caverns were still chilly, and Clavell regretted not wearing something warmer. Stuffing his hands into his lab coat pocket, he gazed at the peaceful scenery around him.

Area Zero, for all the inconveniences it brought, was beautiful at night. There were the glittering crystals, but also the Glimmora blooming to life, their bio-luminescent petals reflecting in the pools of water. The ethereal quality of the land only made Clavell feel even more homesick.

The Tera Orbs were well on their way to being finished, a project spanning years. Though the scientists had had designated breaks to leave the place, Clavell sorely missed the rest of Paldea's crowds, its food, the sights. Plus, he was tired, the numerous late nights of research wore down on even the most devoted academics. The wrap up of the greatest discovery in his career couldn't come sooner! 

"Boo!" 

Jumping at the sudden scare, Clavell became the subject of peals of laughter.

"Sada!" He grumbled, almost pouting. "I came out here for peace and quiet."

"Not my fault you make it so easy.” His colleague and dear friend flashed a toothy grin, taking a seat beside him even as she asked: “Care for some company?”

Even Clavell, for all his gentlemanly niceness, had his limits tested when it came to the brash and brazen Professor Sada. 

“As if you’d listen to me.” he huffed, with faux grumpiness.

“True.” A third voice chimed in to gang up on Sada, to Clavell’s pleasure, even though he knew it’d be temporary.

Professor Turo, despite his quiet and less expressive demeanor, was a man who’d just as quickly strike jabs and jeers back in pettiness. At least he was too distracted by the three, probably scorching, cups of instant noodles in his hands to say anything. Yet.

“Turo! How could you!” Sada mock cried, dramatically wiping a shed tear.

Quietly, and with a smile on his face, Clavell passed her one of the cups, feeling his frosty fingers warm up as did his heart. Wedged between his friends who were complete opposites, he didn’t mind the badly cooked noodles, and the sadness from before was replaced by fondness for the two bright people beside him.

“Did you even put in the seasoning?!” Sada screeched.

“Um.” A cough. “Yes?”

“You put all of them into yours by accident, didn’t you?”

Dumbasses, both of them. Clavell mused internally, letting Sada tear at Turo’s terrible cooking for him. 

As he ate quietly between them however, something began to feel wrong. Did he eat too quickly? Was the spice getting to his throat?

“Clave11, is that y0u?”

Suddenly Sada and Turo’s banter had turned cold, their voices beside him twisted and electronic. Worst of all, it felt laced with genuine hatred and scorn. Directed at him.

He was choking on his food, that was the only explanation for why he couldn’t breathe. In his seat, he was frozen, unable to look up at either of them, the warm bodies by his side now cold and metallic. Staring at his feet, the ground shifted from the rocky terrain of Area Zero and into man-made obsidian tiles. Gone was the soft glow of blue, dangerous red drowning everything around him.

[OBSTRUCTION TO TIME MACHINE IDENTIFIED]

The sounds of Pokemon at night were replaced by the blaring warning sirens, the whir of a machine drawing power, the rumble of vertical constructs rising from the earth.

[PARADISE PROTECTION PROTOCOL INITIALISED]

"H0w c0u1d y0u, 0ld friend?"

The cup of noodles he had been holding had been hot, but they'd become scorching in an instant, the pain allowing him to break free from his paralysis to look up…

… at the angry, inhuman, glare of his two friends.

[PARADISE PROTECTION PROTOCOL HAS INITIALISED BATTLE]

[P-R-DISE PR0TECTI0N PR0T0C0L HAS INITIALISED BATTLE]

[PROFESSOR TURO AND PROFESSOR SADA HAVE INITIALISED BATTLE]

As their voices echoed from all around, Clavell was too frozen by his terror to dodge the blur of red and blue speeding towards him. Even as his very being screamed to run, to hide, the monsters drew close enough for him to see their long claws, open maws and sharp teeth.

"Tra1t0r!"

He screamed.

“Clavell!”

He was trembling, clothes sticking uncomfortably onto damp skin, lungs desperately attempting to draw air. A strong and warm hand was on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake. 

One moment he was in horrible pain and mind-numbing terror, the next he was lying on his back on his couch, blinking up at the familiar white lights of his office.

“You’re alright, Director, just breathe.”  Blearily, he recognised the owner of the comforting voice, glancing up at Tyme's concerned expression. 

How did he…?

"You were taking a break from the paperwork. We were going over the Academy budget for expanding student services." She helpfully explained, shifting slightly to allow Clavell's Houndoom to move forward and lick his hand, whining in concern. 

His heart was still racing, calming slowly through Tyme's comforting words and instructions to ground himself in the present. Houndoom’s soft fur under his hand helped, too.

Eventually, he collected himself enough to speak.

“...Tyme?”

“6:00PM.” She joked, at her own expense. Fortunately, it drew a bewildered, if shaky, laugh from Clavell. “We had a lot of papers to review, remember?”

Right. They were going to approach Chairwoman Geeta with several new proposals for further funding. In particular, to expand the Academy’s student counseling services as well as mental health first aid classes. Especially after… the events of Area Zero.

The glitter of crystals, the whir of the time machine, Not-Turo and Not-Sada’s expressions twisted with hatred-

Unwillingly, he shuddered, tensing up at the memory of his nightmare/memory. Clavell’s Houndoom, sensing his owner’s distress, decided to lick at his cheek, prompting Clavell to readjust his non-existent glasses. A bad habit, really, for anytime he needed something to distract his hands.

“Here.” Tyme presses his glasses into his palm, nodding wordlessly as he whispers thanks. She stands, informing him she’d be back with a glass of water, leaving him some privacy to recollect himself.

Sitting up with his full vision, he absorbed the comfort and familiarity of his office, pointedly ignoring the lab equipment he had kept in memory of… them. He had hoped, once, that they’d return, with all of their fiery personality and quips he’d grown used to after spending years in the labs together. 

But you never really knew them, did you? His vicious thoughts betray him, and exhaustion seemed to weigh him down even more heavily.

“Drink.” Tyme instructs when she returns, taking a seat on the couch as she hands him the cool glass. If it were eerily similar to his dream, Clavell didn’t comment.

“T-Thank you, Miss Tyme.” Remembering himself, he flustered. “I-I’m sorry you had to witness that-”

“Hush, you.” She sighs, shaking her head in what Clavell assumes to be exasperation. “Everyone has bad days, you’re only human. Do you… want to talk about it?”

Clavell winces, biting his lower lip. He was an adult, for Arceus’ sake, the director no less. It was highly inappropriate for his co-worker to be the bearer of his troubles… even if it was Tyme.

No, the real reason he kept tight-lipped was because of how much it hurt to speak openly of what he’d experienced, of the friends he’d lost.

“Take your time, Clavell.” Tyme cooed, patting his back gently. In lieu of a verbal response Clavell leaned into her side, appreciating the firm one-armed hug. “If ever you need a listening ear, I’m here.”

In the end, that was all the difference, between Tyme and the professors, wasn’t it?

Clavell’s grief and anger curled tightly around him, but just for that moment, he breathed easy in the comfort of a friend by his side.

[voltdracoatl]

Can you please tell more about Sumire's palace AU please?? OwO

Sure! So this Au is basically an POV of Akechi and Sumire during third semester. Here they decide to discover the truth of what REALLY happened to them. It wasn’t pretty.

The basic thing is that Sumire’s palace did form, but Maruki took it over during the 3rd semester. The palace visit in Oct 3 was technically still her palace, but because Maruki changed her cognition himself she had a shared palace with him, the palace was supposed to be a stadium but slowly changed into a lab and then completely belong to Maruki in the end.

The remain of her palace is below Maruki’s palace, underground. It’s practically void of anything belonging to Sumire herself by now. Akechi and Sumire were able to access the remains of her palace due to a catalyst involving Azathoth “accidently” transferring his powers on to Sumire. With just a single trip caused by Sumire, they both take a really long fall… into a place that looks like an abyss, imagine some Tokyo buildings but at night, and its in ruined, also always raining and Akechi keeps slipping over the rain that suspiciously looks like blood.

Due to the palace basically being treated as a collapsed palace, personas can’t be summoned, but they are still in the metaverse. And since personas can’t manifest and this is still in technicality a palace… there is suddenly a lone, single flower shadow that creeps over this ruined palace, and is insistent of Sumire to give in to her true, selfish desires, even if Sumire doesn’t want to… yet. Oh yeah there’s also suddenly a crow monster shadow that suddenly appears as well but thats totally not a problem later ahahaha

I would elaborate on this accidental transfer of Azathoth’s powers but this would take too long unless you want more for the next big text post of this au ahahaha. Oh yes there will be akesumi scenes here because i love the the two and its self indulgent. Thanks for the ask!

[dualnaturedscientist]

Testubular Five combined with the Mousebraingirl au. What if Steven ran into Calvin and Athena again? How do they respond to what happened with Mouse and Steven's personality change. Tubing and Doohickey were definitely worried and upset for Steven after the accident. Poor Jenkins getting caught in the drama.

Steven was busy with his work, not noticing he had gotten an audience. It was only when his assistant had coughed in an awkward manner, finally getting Steven's attention. The neutral expression on his face turning into a scowl upon noticing who was standing beside him. Just as he thought he was having a rather nice day for once this jerk had to ruin it with his presence. Calvin didn't seem all too thrilled but he wasn't going anywhere until he got what he wanted.

"What is it that you want Calvin? Make it quick, I've got important things to look after. I don't have time to babysit you."

This earned him a glare from the pompous jerk who was once his colleague. Calvin looked as if he wanted to stomp his foot right there and whine like the old days. Before the unfortunate incident that permanently changed his life for the worse. The other scientist took a deep breath before speaking.

"I've come to ask you for a favor. Please come with me before you turn down what I've got to ask you."

That was strange. Calvin swallowing his pride in order to ask for his help? It must be serious enough or he was scheming something. Despite clearly not liking the guy, Steven didn't peg him for the type to scheme like a villain. So it must have been something truly serious otherwise Calvin would rather jump into a volcano than ask him.

"It's not something dumb like you bringing me along in an attempt at showing me up, is it?"

"I wouldn't have come to ask for your help with this if I wanted credit. I'm not going to grovel, if that's what you're thinking."

He seemed to become more irritated but held his tongue.

"Fine. What is this favor you want?" Steven became impatient. He had no desire to deal with petty rivalry at this point.

"I can't seem to get a particular device to work. You are the only one I can trust to be somewhat competent, if I wasn't serious about this I wouldn't ask for help. Especially from you."

Calvin seemed to notice just how much his colleague had changed since the last time they've spoke. He didn't seem to care for it either.

"Alright. I'll see what I can do. Jenkins will come and assist us, I don't want any protests about it either. Another pair of eyes would increase the chance of getting whatever you're working on to actually work."

Jenkins blinked a few times, he wasn't expecting to be volunteered to be apart of this but he didn't want to let Steven go along with Calvin alone so that worked out. He felt something off about this guy. Something about him unsettled Jenkins greatly.

"As long as you do this for me I don't care what you do Boxleitner."

~~~~~~

When they arrived in the lab that Calvin had frequently used, the atmosphere seemed off. Steven wasn't bothered by it, simply walking to a machine that seemed to have been worked on recently.

Jenkins stood beside Steven, watching them intently. Calvin has pointed to the part that was apparently stumping him. Making Steven carefully examine the inner workings of the machine.

After a few minutes had passed Jenkins felt his hair stand on its end, they weren't alone anymore. He was suddenly engulfed by darkness. Trapped within a thick viscous substance he couldn't identify. No matter how much Jenkins thrashed and tried to escape he had failed.

Steven had just caught a glimpse of his assistant being swallowed whole by an unidentifiable blob, he felt a stinging pain on his neck. A hand went to where it had hurt, finding a dark stuck there. By the time he processed what had happened he had succumbed to the tranquilizer. Fighting against losing consciousness but he couldn't fight any longer. Falling to the floor with a dull thud. A third figure had came out of hiding, a wicked grin on his face.

[ria-writes-stories]

Focus: Dino robo :p

Genre: Glass cotton document (deal with it)

Description: Ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok la la la la la la la la la la la AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH UGH- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

For @exotic-dinostuff

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(No one's pov)

'Welcome to the world :)' is the first message that was painted in oil, in the cold lab room. One of the first things a couple of newly made sentinels got to see. Their AI and programming doesn't enable them to be intelligent enough as to read or understand such signs, and yet the sign was there. Why? In previous experiments it was tested if these creatures would develop different in different environments, just like how water crystalizes beautifully while freezing if it's spoken beautiful to, and how it becomes an unclear fog if it's spoke rude words towards. But that room was dirty and torn from previous sentinels. There were some drops of dried oil here and there, and some tiles were slightly bent as the walls were covered in scars.

The sentinels began to walk around the room, exploring it, at first doing nothing but analysing their surroundings, when suddenly one bumped into another via accident. While the one 'injured' displayed a slight sign of aggression by roaring lowly and expressing it's dissatisfaction bodily the other simply roared back and head bumped against the other one's neck. Soon enough the two sentinels engaged into a gentle fight. Rolling on the floor on one another and clawing at one another but not once landing a single hit on the other one, which meant more claw marks for the floor. The sentinels continued to display this 'aggressive' behaviour between each other as the others watched or simply continued to explore. The fight ended with both sentinels peacefully laying one on top of each other like bored cats, before a third came roaring at them, making them get up and move around and about.

Sentinels had a strong connection. It was in their programming to recognise one of their own and to have a protocol against harming another. Just like pack animals, they played out their aggression towards each other in a none harmful manner until the dispute was settled via the lack of energy or the moment simply cooling down.

Nori found them fascinating. Deadly and yet so docile. How wonderful was that? How truly magical and mesmerizing was it? She couldn't wait to interact with them. She saw them from a two faced window, one that allows you to look in, but whatever it is inside can not look outside. And she already felt a great interest from these creatures. She hand drawn the message on the wall, she knew they couldn't understand it. She knew that it was nothing more and nothing less than a pigment of colour for them, but that pigment of colour being there made her feel so joyful.

The dream day came and the sentinels were released within the room of the AS infected drones. One sentinel at first, and then another, and another. Their natural reaction was to try and boot loop the drones but they weren't allowed as a flash of bright purple light flashed strongly, right back at them, as if telling them in a gentle scolding to behave. The light was bright and it caused the sentinel confusion as it's eyes glitched struggling to get a hold of it's system while it looked at the ground, as the camera vision was still heavily corrupted with statics, when a pair of golden hands reached it and gently soothed it's head as little by little the statics went dim and the sentinel could see clearly again. Looking at the drone in front of it, it has easily recognised it via it's purple light, and quickly recognised it as a superior in power. This strange being that looked nothing like the sentinel, that had no appearance into the sentinel's digital map of it's fellow pack members inside of it's head behaved just like they did. They applied their dissatisfaction without causing true harm. The sentinel was drawn to this drone, seeing it as one of their in new skin, so it has stayed around the drone keeping an attentive eye out for danger. This curious and intelligent creature looked in the room and saw two harmed drones, and while it was drawn to their oil it stayed in place near the new weaker member.

The brighter and more threatening the flash, the weaker the sentinel was. It was a rule. If a sentinel couldn't defend it's self via it's physical strength, their eye cameras would have to make up for it, and how weak must be this new admirable member if it nearly blinded them? The sentinel realised that within this room there were only two unharmed figures, the new member, and a black thing, which meant that the black thing could be the reason the other drones were bleeding the black liquid, right? It made sense to the sentinel, so it made sense that this creature will next come for it's weaker family member, and low and behold the sentinel charged, but the moment a red liquid sprouted within it's jaws it went crazed and knocked itself out as it's last flickering light saw the newer member's face and while nothing was clear to them as all was blurry and a high pitched sound, the sentinel knew that it's fellow member will take care of it.

The sentinel was right. It woke up and it could feel new power in it's program. New understanding of this world, and it could feel being drawn to it's fellow pack members. It sensed them, saw them, within their internal GPS map that connected them all, and a new face appeared on the map for them, a purple light. The weaker pack member that had to be protected.

The sentinel got to work and before you knew it, it was leading it's pack to tear into the place filled with unwanted passers-by. Red lights played out like the eyes of this reborn sentinel as an unknown beast screeched from all around them so they screeched right back, chewing at it's red moving glowing eyes from high up the walls and it's lungs in the shape of boxes with holes. All until the softer one showed up and they were placed by hand into separated rooms as the red one was personally escorted by the purple member away into a more hidden place. The sentinel knew that it's pack member was taking care of them, because it was playing with them.

By leading them into these dark hallways they were playing with them, and getting them far away from the weirdly sounding things holding heavy electro-shock guns that once they had attacked in order to protect the purple one.

The sentinel stayed hidden until the red eyes of the strange creature and it's screech were heard again. The sentinel didn't know, not even know, that all of this was jsut the alarm system of the building. For them it was just a huge scary beast, and in this moment the sentinel felt it's fellow pack members escape their own enslavement, so they charged forward.

While they gladly patrolled the hallways to reunite with their pack, they came across their purple member, but something was wrong. Their eyes began to have a static effect, and the purple light turned yellow. The fellow pack members were there, and before you knew it, one's head was crushed, and another was thrown into oblivion.

The sentinels screamed in horror, shock and confusion before fleeding the scene as the red one screeched loudly from fear, flashing it's now far brighter red light at the yellow one but...it did not work. What has happened? Why was the purple light now gone from within it's internal GPS map? Why was the pack member that they found along the way of this existence some time ago now aggressive? Why were they harming them? Did they do something wrong?

No questions were answered as suddenly a huge claw has grabbed them ruthlessly, holding them in the air like a helpless little lizard as another grabbed their head. The sentinel screeched at the top of it's lungs, a last message of warning. To run from the yellow light, and if another yellow light is to ever appear again, to be attacked without hesitation.

CRASH

The head of the sentinel was turned to nothing but scrap and loose bolts that fell on the floor, as it's eyes were broken as well within the process before it's cold hollow body was dropped onto the floor. Nothing more than scrap now.

The end

[toxinsup]

         THERE'S  stark  hurt  sparking  up  in  sage's chest  at  the  other  words  :  sabine  was  supposed  to  be  CRUEL  ,  knows  that  she's  no  exception  to  it  , but  it  stings  .  eyebrows  knit  TOGETHER  as  the  words  process  on  her  features  ,  and  the  hurt  that  had  been  ANGER  melts  into  something  unrecognizable  ---  like  she's  still  a  scared  kid  learning  the  evils  of  the  monestary  .  "  oh  ,  "  can't  look  viper  in  the  eyes  ,  second  in  command  reduced  into  nothingness  ,  ears  still  rushing  at  the  vicious  words  that  her  controller  had  said  ---  voice  to  break  ,  "  my  ---  my  apologies  vip   ---  sabine  ,  "  but  breaks  ,  and  cracks  ,  shattering  on  marble  floor  of  the  laboratory  .  "  forget  i  asked  .  "

*✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:  ───🧪        It  bubbles  and  boils  inside  of  her  body  like  a  cauldron  of  acid.  Fueled  by  her  own  hate  and  frustrations  she  can  not  help  the  spits  of  venom  with  each  word.  A  simple  inquiry  thrown  back  into  the  other  woman's  face.  Bitter  about  a  demotion  and  on  top  of  that  to  someone  who  had  a  track  record  like  Sage.  Then  again  Brimstone  had  favorites,  the  good  ones,  the  people  who  had  hearts  of  gold  and  were  the  typical  Golden  Children.  Sova,  Sage,  at  times  even  Killjoy,  if  he  could  she  knew  that  he  would  make  the  whole  team  just  like  that.  It  hurts,  it  festers,  it  burns  inside  of  her  chest  like  gasoline  on  a  fire  and  it  comes  out  in  an  explosion  of  knife  like  words.

Before  she  can  stop  herself,  before  it  is  something  that  is  not  said  it  bubbles  out,  spills  over  her  lips  into  the  world  without  thought  or  care.  More  venom,  a  correction,  usually  reserved  to  tease  Cypher  who,  at  times  seemed  to  be  the  only  other  person  to  understand  her,  to  understand  loss  the  way  she  did.

❝Doctor  Callas  or  Doctor  Sabine  Callas  if  you  use  our  real  names.  It  does  not  suit  you  to  be  incorrect.  ❞

Stand  offish  as  her  fingers  delicately  tap  out  a  milimeter  more  coffee  into  the  tablespoon  she  held  in  her  hand.  Dark  ltresses  fall  to  the  side  as  she  tilts  her  head,  a  challenge  as  she  stares  at  the  other  woman  and  narrows  her  eyes  for  only  a  moment.

❝Brimstone  has  me  babysitting  Chamber,  the  rest  of  that  stuff  is  not  my  duty  anymore.  I  may  be  the  third  on  this  team  but  I  am  not  going  out  of  my  way  for  you.  For  anyone  anymore.  We  all  see  what  that  means  for  me,  but  it  is  not  my  fault  you  don't  want  to  get  those  clean  hands  of  yours  a  little  dirty.❞

That  should  be  more  than  enough,  the  pain,  the  hurt  for  her.  The  snake  inside  of  her,  the  monster  is  content  but  it  isn't.  She  can't  help  but,  why  is  she  allowing  herself  to  do  this.  She  can't  it's  there  it  plays  in  her  head,  over  and  over.  It  wasn't  just  her  fault  she  should  not  be  the  only  one  ridden  with  this  guilt,  with  this  immense  pressure  on  her  chest.  

SHE  WAS  PART  OF  IT  TOO  WHY  DOES  SHE  GET  TO  BE  THE  HERO  WHY  CAN'T  SHE  SUFFER  TOO.

Her  head,  her  heart,  her  stomach  it  all  screams  at  once.  She  is  not  Sabine,  Sabine  died  with  Omen,  Sabine  died  with  the  accident  at  her  lab,  over  and  over  and  over  again.  And  one  more  time  when  the  events  of  Fracture  happened.  And  suddenly  it  comes  out  of  her  mouth,  just  like  the  toxins  in  her  screen,  or  in  that  orb  she  carries  around.

❝God  forbid,  you  or  Sova  ever  have  to  do  something  to  tarnish  those  hands  of  yours,  or  get  the  blood  of  the  enemy  on  them  like  Reyna,  Cypher  or  I.  Remember,  you  failed  to  help  me  before,  I  owe  you  nothing  now. ❞

[mysterybooks-world]

twins spirit AU

Everyone say hello to Jack AND Jacklyn

Let me tell you their story Jack from the beginning of his childhood He always felt incomplete As if something OR someone is missing in his life This feeling was with him With age But after Jack get the puzzle box Met Wuya Things change he have forgotten this feeling Because he is busy hunting the Shen Gong Wu and fight the monks and world domination Despite and He tries to prove that he is the best Heylin out there but this Feelings are still there tell him That something is missing But he doesn't care Nothing is missing in my life, I have everything So why do I feel this stupid feeling He says to himsel But without realizing that he will find the answer in one of Showdown when He races others tries to find Wu in the city bump into someone They both fell to the ground When Jack was about to empty it in anger at this person But when he looked person with white hoodie Dark gray pants also a white pair of fingerless gloves And when he see they his attention was on They face looked A white mask covers up to the nose and on top of They head a pair of gray goggles It looks like the one he has but that have a blue spiral pattern And when Jack saw blue eyes He felt a familiar feeling Something strange happened without realizing They both have their hair and their eyes shining But suddenly When Jack heard a fight on Wu And when his attention on them He looked to his right, not realizing that person disappear After this accident Jack decision stops hunting Wu temporary Just to find this person But one day when he was in his lab He felt this feeling again And when he looked behind his back and He saw the person with blue eyes again But this time The hoodie and mask It does not cover their face And what he saw shocked him As if looking at a mirror This person was really like him in appearance but the color scheme was different the person in front of him Has a Black skin colour And hair and eyes in blue colour else a white marks under her eyes They were both standing like this length time when They Try saying hello The other And at the same time they said my name is Jack & Jacklyn Then They both looked at each other and burst out laughing and after that They were talking with each other Jack know her name Jacklyn And she was like him in many of Like robots and music and other things And also She felt the same way like him There is something missing in their lives But after that when they met each other They felt complete as if It was their fate One Jack find out that Jacklyn She has magic power else She travels in different dimensions Then He asked why he couldn't use magic too Jacklyn said Of course you can used Magic silly Let me show you A snap on her finger A blue light appeared Try to relax And focus on your strength in your hand Jack did what she told him he snapped his fingers red light appeared like Jacklyn He was really happy

Jack asked can use magic to fight the monks He told her life story of want world domination When he was in second grade And His relationship with his parents and how he enter the war of Shen Gong Wu

Jacklyn told him Live as you want And don't stop at your things that you loves And don't bother with others who don't understand you Let them say everything about you and you know why Because you don't care about them Nobody defines your worth It is true that they both Xiaolin & Heylin treated you badly and And they make fun of you But you can better than them all And finds a different path But this time you were not alone If I will be with you and learn from another What do you think brother Do we live our free lives And we are what we are

Then from now Jack and Jacklyn Start a new beginning first Jack mail All of the Shen Gong Wu to monks except Monkey Staff seconds He sold his house And he lived with Jacklyn third Change their clothing style Jack is now wearing gold clothes and red over silver pants with pair of black fingerless gloves while Jacklyn wearing silver clothes and blue over gold pants with pair of white fingerless gloves And both have a hairpin in the shape of a leaf else a Earrings Its shape is like two leaves fourth Jack became like Jacklyn Dimensional traveler And they started many adventures together

But there is one day Jack faces his past with Xiaolin & Heylin first He ignores them But if they really want a fight then they can get one And he will make the gates of hell open for them Mo ha ha ha

The truth of Jack and Jacklyn there was a The most powerful a god creature in the entire All of universe and dimensions They looked like a Chinese person has skin gray with pointed ears Their hair is purple and their eyes are too white a black and white marks under They eyes and they dont have gender Just call They or them They divided themselves into two Human Only when they meet They can be one again

else shadow of Jack AND Jacklyn Both are alive Jack shadow looks like black form white marks under his eyes while Jacklyn shadow looks like white form black marks under her eyes

Songs that fit my AU

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Conflicting Commanders.

Sorry for the bumpy ride. I didn’t exactly have much else to offer in terms of vehicle’s.

It’s alright. This is more discreet if anything. 

*Back in the swampy forest, Eden travels with Kaede on the back of a horse towards Shuichi and Kyoko’s last known location. Along the way, they end up passing by a familiar vehicle.

This is the buggy your friends drove in when they first met me. I told them to head in this direction if they wanted to follow the river.

So where are they? I can see some tracks, but they end here...

*Kaede walks forward a little bit, and then kneels down as she notices the iron hatch that Shuichi and Kyoko discovered earlier.

Of course...it’s underground.

...!? Kaede-! Quick, get back here!

Huh!? Wh-Why?

Just do it!

WHAAGH!?

*Eden grabs Kaede and practically slams her behind some thick roots that extrude from the ground.

What are you talking-

Oh!?

*As Kaede asks this, she suddenly sees several periscopes pop out of the ground and look around. She ducks out of cover as one turns her way.

Phew...Good call! How did you know that was there?

I didn’t. I trusted my divine eye. It hasn’t let me down yet.

Aaaalright then...

[The Tower, same time]

Hey, old man!

Kuripa Kurafto!

*Seeing Kuripa coming, Munakata turns back to the soldiers he’s commanding. 

Everyone get to the ready! We head out soon!

*The FF and Kisaragi soldiers salute and start helping one another to prepare, as Munakata turns towards Kuripa.

Do we have to take the fucking choppers? I had a big breakfast to prepare for today and I feel like I’m gonna lose it.

Hehehe...Don’t worry. They’ve been instructed to fly low. Definitely a drop someone with your strength can survive.

That’s reassuring. You know, you’re surprisingly calm given the situation...

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, this mission isn’t gonna bring back any fond memories for you...you were Celeste’s own personal zombie at one point.

AND there’s a good chance that if we fail, everyone in Hokkaido could end up as zombies too. And yet you don’t seem even remotely on edge.

...You’re wrong. I am nervous...

I’m just very good at hiding it.

Hm...

*Their conversation is interrupted as Kuripa’s phone suddenly starts ringing. He reaches into his pocket and takes it out.

It’s Akamatsu.

*He answers it and puts it on speaker.

Kaede: Kuripa? Are you there?

Yeah, I’m here with Munakata. Did you find our two missing detectives?

No...I-I mean...Negative. Army words and whatnot. 

But we DID find the entrance to the lab where they last appeared, and I’m pretty sure both of them are inside. But the whole area is covered in sensorts and periscopes, so we won’t be able to get inside without being detected.

But I have my new spear, so if you want, I’m more than happy to-

Do NOT attempt to siege the lab by yourself. Remember I told you I would send men for backup.

*Munakata takes out his phone and sends Kaede a picture of the lab scan.

What’s this?

Munakata: I just received this plan back from Taichi Fujisaki. In the supply patch I gave you is a handful of grenades.

Grenades!?

I was carrying GRENADES in my backpack!?

Kuripa: Akamatsu, grenades don’t go off until you pull the pin. You weren’t in any real danger.

That’s not very reassuring Kuripa! If any of them went of accidently, I would be in pieces right now!

Munakata: Regardless, I need you to detonate one of those grenades at the south end of the facility. It should cause a nice distraction and seal off the bomb area while Kuripa Kurafto and I storm the doors.

You can count on me Munakata.

The soldiers will have your back as soon as that bomb goes off, Akamatsu. And we’ll be right behind you as well.

Ah good. Our ride’s here.

*Three choppers fly around to the landing bay. One for Munakata and his men, and one for Kuripa and his. Kaede’s squadron takes the third.

That aside...One hell of a strike force we’ve got here. Kind of wondering if the Future Foundation are taking this seriously or if they’re just fucking around?

What is that supposed to mean...?

Hngh...

*Kuripa holds onto the chopper, ready to go inside.

Kuripa Kurafto, Kaede Akamatsu and Kyosuke Munakata.

Three people who have all fought, tortured or injured each other. Three people with a predominantly bloody history between one another, working together to lead a siege on an important Zetsubou lab.

What could go wrong?

...

...

We...We don’t need to fight anymore. Let’s just leave the past in the past, ok?

Yes, I agree.

Fine. But before we do this, there’s two things I want you to know.

And that is?

First of all...I’ll remind you that legally, I am not employed by Future Foundation. I’m doing this as a favor to Makoto Naegi.

That means not only do these soldiers not have any right or reason to listen to my commands, but I’m NOT to be held responsible for anything that might happen to them.

...

That’s not to say I intend to let them die of course. I’ll protect them with my life if I need to. It’s just that any casualties on my side of things will not be my fault, got it?

...Yes, I suppose so. And the other thing?

Akamatsu. I need you to pay attention to me.

Huh? Wh-What is it?

There is a non-zero possibility that Saihara and Bosswife are already goners. Our goal is to rescue them, but do not risk the lives of these men trying to save your boytoy.

You can focus on rescuing the captives, Munakata gets the bombs, and I’ll nab the doctor, but if things start looking bad, pull out and keep you and your men safe. Sound good?

Kaede: ...Alright...And Kuripa?

Yeah?

I KNOW what’s at stake here.

*Kaede hangs up.

...

What happened between you and Kaede Akamatsu back in the USA? I didn’t want to pry for details, but I heard about it...

We uh...We had a conflict...It...got physical...

And I’ve hated myself for it...That’s all you really need to know...

I know the feeling...

Do you...? Do you really? Does a guy like you really feel regret? Someone who’s willing to murder all of his innocent allies based on a hunch?

That’s not who I am anymore!

And back then...I was being manipulated...

What else is new? That’s all you ever do! Get manipulated by people because you pick favourites!

*Kuripa climbs into the chopper, and turns around to look at Munakata one more time.

You were the original Chairman of the Future Foundation, but you’ve spent your whole life living under the Ultimate Despair’s thumb. Be it through brain-worms, or through Chisa Yukizome.

...Krgh...

I for one, refuse to live like that. I have some people I answer to of course, but in the end...

I’m the one who decides how I live my life. So start taking notes, you old cyclops.

...

*The chopper doors close, and Kuripa’s squadron flies away.

If that was your attempt at being nice Kuripa Kurafto, then you really need to work on it...

Still...I guess you’re right...

[tsukarysgrimoire]

Omega had been caught. Now she's alone at the Empire's hands, far away from her brothers. Tortured and used as a rat lab, she drowns into despair. Her only hope of escaping and return to her family is her cold-hearted estranged brother Crosshair, but he hates her. Or does he?

My main story, the one that most of the others flow from.

It all started with a simple idea: what if the Batch had hired a doctor to remove Crosshair's chip after rescuing him? Initially, my OFC, who didn't even have a name yet, was simply recruited for this purpose, and after forming bonds with the Batch and Omega, but especially Crosshair, decided to stay with them and travel the galaxy with them. Even at this embryonic stage, I was sure of one thing: it would be a Crosshair/OFC.

However, I quickly became frustrated with the lack of relationship between Crosshair and Omega in the series (I started my story long before Season 2 aired) and thought I'd like to see them grow closer as they travel together in search of their brothers. That's how I came up with the idea of Omega being captured by the Empire. And since the Empire is not known for its leniency, and Omega remained a mystery, she became the subject of their experiments.

That didn't take anything away from my OFC, she could still be a doctor, especially with Omega and Crosshair nowhere near their usual form. But instead of just being hired by the Batch and meeting Crosshair and Omega when they joined their brothers, I wanted her to spend time with them, to bond with them during the journey.

Crosshair's loneliness throughout the season, his isolation in an Empire where everyone hates him, his regrets throughout the season, his anger, his despair… everything about him touched me to the point of pain. In this story, I wanted someone to be there for him, someone to say "I'm with you and nothing will change my mind, I'm ready to follow you all the way to Hell if need be, nothing will ever hurt you again". I wanted someone to be there to put a metaphorical balm on his physical and mental wounds. I wanted him to heal.

When I started writing this story, I had a four-part plan in mind: the Empire, the Journey, the Batch, and a fourth part that I'm going to keep a secret for a while. XD As I write this, the story is at the beginning of the third part. So it would be easy to say that we are halfway through the story, but it doesn't work like that, I have a plan that I try to follow, but more often than not the story does a bit of what it wants. For example, I hadn't planned for the travel part to be so long. The accident and the independent station (chapters 25 to 35) were not originally planned, although I did have the idea that Omega would be kidnapped by losers who had nothing to do with the Empire. Sixt's confession about her birth was also supposed to come earlier, during their time on Nuthal, the winter planet, but while I was writing that part, the Peacekeepers suddenly appeared out of nowhere to play a role in two chapters (19 and 20), and I didn't have the space or time to talk about Sixt's origins.

There are still a few adventures left for us to live through together.