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sleepyfan-blog · 6 years ago

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Reassurance

Fandom: Sleepy Dream AU. First here. Previous here.

Characters and pairing: Nightmare, Dream, Dreammare

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,070

Summary: Dream and Nightmare talk for a bit

“So, basically what you do when you come to an AU where the residents are suffering, you contact the Sans - and maybe the Papyrus as well depending on their temperaments and multiversal awareness - for information as well as gathering information that’s recorded by either the Alphys, Undyne, Gaster or Science Person, depending who is the Royal Scientist at the time and how much information that they record on how the inhabitants of the underground - or monster society if it’s an AU where monsters are trapped elsewhere, like in Outertales, Chesstales or Underkeeps? And from there you approach the leaders of monsterkind - or whoever is trapped if it’s a human AU - with an offer of freedom and the resources that they need in order to better live and begin to thrive, rather than scrape by and mostly survive? Whether it’s the Dreemurs or their equivalent, or if it’s more segmented, the individual leaders of the different regions of the AU?” Dream summarized, frowning a little as he tried to piece together everything that his other half was saying.

“That is correct. There are also AUs where plagues or radioactivity run rampant in either the surface or below ground or both, in addition to the lack of resources and space, compounding the suffering that they are going through. Then there are AUs where the monster/human war has never stopped raging, and both sides are at a bitter stalemate.” Nightmare responded, nodding a little, not entirely surprised that Dream knew nothing about these AUs. From what his other half had told him, Ink had been very careful to keep him away from AUs where the sentient beings in them were suffering greatly - to limit Dream’s temptation to meddle in order to help them. “From the worlds whom I’ve already had contact with, ruling and guiding, I can send excess resources to worlds who need the aid and help.” This was all more or less true - under his rule, things had gotten better for the average citizen in those worlds.

Dream nods a little “That makes sense… Wow, that must be an awful lot to try to keep track of! I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to handle doing something like that, haha… You’re so smart and organized.” Dream murmured, nuzzling into his beloved and purring a little, looking down and away. How much help could he really be to Nightmare? Unless of course he did his best to distract Ink from the fact that Nightmare was interfering with multiple timelines… Dream was very good at being a cute distraction. “I’d be happy to do whatever I can to help! This sort of widespread organizational thing is… Not the sort of thing that I’d be good at… But I can heal and try to be a sounding board for ideas, if you need someone to talk to.”

“Hey no, none of that, Dream.” Nightmare murmured sternly, gently cupping the other’s chin with one of his hands, sensing the other’s discouraged uncertainty. “You’re more than a pretty face and a warm presence. You always have been, at least to me. I know that I can be a bit… Harsh and unforgiving with the mortals. I do have a council of Toriels, Asgores and Gasters who help me run the administrative and legal side of things - as well as some Sanses. Dust, Hatchet and Killer are my front line fighters in worlds where things can be… Chaotic and I need to make a statement before the warring sides will realize that I am not some random monster to be ignored or attempted to be manipulated. You are my light, my balance… My sense of mercy and kindness, Starlight.” He gently kissed the other’s teeth before pressing his forehead against Dream’s.

The positive guardian felt himself blush brightly at the other's words, and a shaky smile appeared on his face as he relaxed into the other’s embrace. “I… Thanks, Night. I really will do all that I can to help you.” While he was a little bit shaky on how the other fully ran things - and had the impression that the other was probably hiding some things from him, Dream could also sense that his other half really did intend to improve the lives of the beings in the AUs that he came across. The fact that he would have access to their negativity more easily was… It was an incentive for his beloved to help them. He was really curious about the worlds that his other half was ruling, and wanted to ask if the other would show him some of them so that he could explore.

“I know that you will.” Nightmare answered with a warm smile as he gives the other another light kiss “There’s an Outerfell I’v recently acquired as of a few months ago - the monster-human relations are going better than I previously had expected… Would you like to come with me? We can explore the AU to your heart’s content and I’ve missed hearing your perspective on things.”

Dream’s eye lights brightened a little and he nodded eagerly “That sounds wonderful!” He knew a Sans from an Outerfull, though the other hadn’t responded to texts or phone calls in a while. He hoped that Nebula was doing alright - there was a chance that the other was trying to struggle through a series of no-mercy runs (again) and was unable to answer because of that. “Outerfell and Outertale are both incredibly beautiful AUs… Outerswap is too, of course.” Comet was incredibly adorable and Sirius was a fun sparring partner.

“I can’t say I’ve ever visited an Outertale or ‘swap, but I can imagine that such alternate timelines are just as breathtaking as their Fell counterpart.” The negative guardian responded with a small smile as he flicks one of his tentacles in front of the both of them, opening a portal to the Outerfell that he’d been speaking of. Nightmare had to… Prove his strength to both the humans and monsters by destroying half of their fleets single-handedly. But after that little show of force, both sides had backed down and listened to reason.They still needed more minding than most of the other AUs that he possessed - but Fells could be very stubborn, and Outerfell had a great deal of technology and space - along with centuries upon centuries of bad blood and bitter sentiments on both sides… Which he delighted in gaining strength from and did nothing to fully heal.

Dream nodded and beamed, gently taking one of Nightmare's hands with both of his as he eagerly stepped through the portal and tugged his beloved in after him. The positive spirit paused for a moment, gasping a little as he took in the brilliant splendor of outerfell. “Oh… It's really quite beautiful here…”

Nightmare smiled warmly at that and nods “I quite agree - these AUs are a favorite of mine to visit - though I do what I can to ensure that I spend equal amounts of time in each of the worlds I have aided.” He hums softly as the two of them began to wander the star path through the relatively unused path to where Stardin was. “I may need to attend to a few things here, but if they do come up, it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours. Feel free to come with me… But I have a feeling that you’d enjoy exploring this AU a bit more than going to stuffy meetings with me.”

The positive spirit hummed for a moment, trying to decide which he’d rather do… Dream could imagine the sort of meetings that Nightmare could get pulled into and they did not in the least part appeal to him… There was also the fact that his presence by Nightmare’s side would be a distraction - he could only guess how much of one he might be. “I think that I would rather wander around the AU - I did give you the number for my phone, right?... Do you have a phone? If not it’s not like you can’t find me if we’re in the same timeline.”

“I have several phones, actually. But I’ll give you the number to my direct and emergency phone, so that if needed you can get my attention quickly.” Nightmare murmured.

They exchanged numbers and Dream double checked that he’d typed in the number correctly by sending the other a text saying {I love you, Nightlight! <3}.

The other’s phone chirped once and he hummed as he looked at the text, before chuckling and pulling the positive spirit in for a hug “I love you too, daydream.” Nightmare murmured softly. The two of them hugged for a little while, with Dream purring ever so softly. Both of the emotive guardians were very glad to be together again.

Dream slowly let go of the love of his live and the two of them wandered their way towards Stardin, in no particular hurry to get to the small starport, walking while holding hands. They talked about the constellations that they could see for a time before lapsing into a companionable silence. They’d nearly gotten to the hub when Nightmare’s emergency phone went off.

Both of the guardians stopped walking and Nightmare sighed as the space-themed edgy music played, and he answered after a moment “What’s going on?” Nightmare asked, voice calm and commanding. He paused for a moment as he heard the other person speak, his face and body posture betraying nothing - though the surprise and irritated resignation in his aura certainly spoke of something going on “I see. I happen to be visiting your world, as a matter of fact. And they’re demanding that this happen…? Very well. I will be there in moments. Thank you for informing me immediately.” The other hung up seconds later, shaking his head as he turned to face Dream, gently grabbing both of his beloved’s hands, looking and feeling distinctly unhappy.

“Let me guess - there’s something that’s come up and you need to soothe ruffled feathers or screw stubborn idiots’ heads on straight? I’m well aware of how… Growly Fell monsters and humans can get… Especially in the beginning few years and decades as they try to figure out how to integrate with one another.” Dream murmured, leaning in close and pressing a gentle kiss to the other’s teeth “You did warn me that you might have to rush off for a little while. Call me if you think I can lend a hand?... Though I do know that Fells tend to only respect those who show force and are intimidating looking on the outside, along with the power to match up their words… I am well aware that I do not look the least bit threatening to anyone.” His positive aura also didn’t help in the intimidation department, either. Not that Dream usually cared about that sort of things… But looking all soft and adorable probably wouldn’t help whatever issue that Nightmare was being summoned to deal with.

“You're correct, love. Also, I'm certain that you can be intimidating when you wish to be. I know that you've made rather a strong first impression on dust, horror, and killer. Then again, the situation is a rather delicate and you fighting those and followed to to prove that you are every bit the skilled Warrior that I am, would not necessarily help things at this point in time.” Nightmare responded, smiling a little as he leaned into dreams personal space and gave him another light kiss to the teeth. “I have no idea how long this will take, but it shouldn't take more than a couple of days at most. And as I will be negotiating with Mortals, they will need a brakes for sustenance and sleep. So it should be able to tell you how long this issue may take at the first break if it's not immediately solved.”

Dream nodded, smiling a little and answered after moment “I'll explore the au, and I will try not to find whatever trouble is going on. But I will keep my eyes and ears open to see if I can learn more about whatever situations going on, if it's something that isn't just at the highest levels of whatever hierarchy is in place in this timeline.”

“Very well. Do try to stay safe, love.” Nightmare responded, letting Dream’s hands go before teleporting off.

#my writing #dream #nightmare #dreammare

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malacodaus-blog · 6 years ago

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Old Blood

||@exmortum|| AKA Happy Birthday Cae

Prompt:

Sat opposite her, between them on the cherrywood surface of his desk lay a duralumin case on its side, the locks still tightly in place. It had been there since she had entered his office, innocent despite the disastrous contents safely nestled in the plush lining. Leather encased fingers laced together, the heels of palms resting on the polished surface just a twitch or two away. The rest of him appeared as ever; composed, posture straight, but for the tilt of the head. Across the sable tinted lenses of his sunglasses flashed the lights held in generations' old crystal. Behind the shades, his gaze was intent upon her.

‘ Tell me, Ms. Sherawat. . . what would you do for the sake of loyalty ? No, ’ rumble interrupted the query, the smooth expression of calm undisturbed by the undercurrent of danger in freezing waters. ‘ What would you do for the sake of your life ? ’

The metal brief case lodged like a barrier between Jessica and Wesker. An enigmatic little mystery box posed as the center piece of his desk. She could guess the contents but only he could reveal the answer, for certain it was why he called her here. A golden evening glow bathed the desk and office in warm light. It glinted from the windows and kissed Jessica’s throat, a final farewell of the day. Wesker’s office proved to be what she expected, simple but decadent. A minimalistic statement of class and taste. Not hollow or for show; Crystal glasses, art pieces running in the millions, books smelling of warmed leather, polished wood. Wesker appreciated true quality, not money spent for the sake of itself. His clothes were designer for comfort, and durability, to put forth the best appearance. Wesker expected that everything in his vicinity preform to standard. Jessica has stepped from chaotic streets into this den of organized papers, composed into stacks for efficiency. She’d find such skilled artistry nowhere else.

His focus burned holes into her, his gaze nipping like frost bite. In a torrent ocean, a riptide, Jessica was placid. Legs crossed at the knee, the pointed red toe of her heel drawing calm circles. Her posture remained open and inviting, hands on either arm rest of her chair, expression gentle and softened, unchallenging, patient. To his question she hummed, head cocking in thought. A single auburn coil of hair brushed along the collar of her pea coat. Jessica braced her chin against her white silk gloved hand and then smiled, slight and wiry.

A half-dozen handlers had asked this exact question before him. They didn’t use the same words of course, but the gist, the intention, the heart of it, was there. It wasn’t the question that mattered. The words were but a facade meant to draw her attention, so she could stutter over them and reveal all the more of her hand. No, the question was a thin veil for something far more sinister. Life or death, loyalty or betrayal, the binary dichotomy of her career. This was the relationship of agent and handler. No it was quite obvious: Wesker was threatening her. Her comfort was that if he truly wanted her dead, she would be, there was an angle here. He was looking for something out of her.

The answer he wanted, the correct answer, the ‘I’ll do anything, please don’t kill me’ and the ‘I’m loyal to the end.’ Were the wrong answers, not because they were lies but because they were not true. What a beautifully crafted catch-22 he presented her with. In the original story the logic was simple. Only the insane would fly bombing missions but an insane person cannot fly. If one applies for insanity to escape the missions however, they admit fear in the face of death, which is a hallmark of sanity. Ergo, to apply for insanity is to admit to being sane. Only the insane would work for Wesker but Wesker doesn’t want someone insane working for him. To try to leave, however, would be for Jessica to admit her sanity and yet to stay would be to admit her insanity. And if she was sane and if she was reasonable, the kinda person that would balk under pressure, then he’d have no more use for her because those were not the traits of a good agent. And then she’d be killed. So the obvious, easy answer —the lie— was the wrong answer. Because the sane feared death and the insane were not good agents. Jessica wondered why they had to play cat and mouse. She was content to work with him for now, it was Excella they both hated. The enemy of my enemy is not my enemy, after all.

Jessica inhaled, thin breath through her nose, eyes narrowed imperceptibly. Not a tick on the clock had passed in the ensuing silence of his query. Wesker sat across the desk as unmovable as a statue, man hewn from marble and spun gold. Jessica’s forefinger traced the line of her jaw, eyes running over his form. Broad shoulders, strong arms, hardened and tight jaw. Beneath those glasses were unseen eyes, the windows of the soul folded in shadow. At a glance he appeared as a man, but if she peeled away the layers— what would she find?

All her handlers were the same. Men of importance and power, charged to keep her in line, no matter what. One liked to belittle and threaten her and another tries to seduce her, cruel or sweet words, all twisted to the same end. Control. Wesker controlled everything. He controlled Excella, he controlled TRICELL, and its employees, and the labs that developed the viruses. Hell, he probably even set the AC in the office. Strong, functionally immortal, intelligent, Albert Wesker was the perfect human being. His files from UMBRELLA said as much. What power he did not have he hungered for. It was in his DNa, his upbringing, nature and nurture intertwined to produce a ruthless man that will stop at nothing. He would not trip over Jessica, no, if she fell in his path he’d crush her beneath his boot heel and she was not afraid to admit she’d be helpless to stop him. All her other handlers she watched crash and fall, hoist by their own hubris. They underestimated her, doubted her skill, when they thought they were the seducer, she seduced them— not many knew to watch her mouth and her hands.

Behind the glint of those sunglasses, molten gold in the light, Jessica saw no expression. Cold and unfeeling, his chuckle echoed in a hallow chest. If she took her fingers to his pulse would she hear a heartbeat? Or did the progenitor take that from him too. He knew of her four years in Umbrella, the last generation of agents produced from their programs— she supposed that made them somewhat related. Perhaps in an extended metaphor, she could consider herself an adopted younger sibling, or a niece. If he was the beloved golden boy then she was the black lamb, which marked two families she had estranged.

There were other kids in the program with her. Nine others to be exact, some as young as ten and barely reaching her hip. A couple were boys older than her. They all shared one thing in common: they escaped Raccoon City before the missile hit. UMBRELLA scooped them up like prize fish at a Carnival game. There were more than them initially but Jessica suspected they weren’t up to standard and thus were terminated. They all had ‘strong’ genes. They were healthy and attractive kids, intelligent. Jessica’s parents were wealthy and talented — and bait for blackmail— so the scientists cooed that she was an excellent candidate. No, they weren’t as good as the originals —the fabled Wesker project— but in a pinch they’d do. But she recalled their first two weeks together, huddled scared in a common room of a white washed facility. The young ones were terrified, the smallest cried for her mother every night. The first day soldiers shaved their heads, dunked them into ice baths to scrub them raw, and scientists poked and prodded them with needles and instruments. For a time it was them, together. Then they identified something special in Jessica, or Captain Rodriguez did, as he said, not many sixteen year olds walked out of Raccoon City. The others were shuffled off and they handed her over to the Captain. They told him to break her, and so he did.

It’d been almost a decade but she remembered him like it was yesterday. He was a gangly man in his early-fifties, all hard muscle and scar. A black curled beard hid his face and he always wore an olive green cap over his ice blue eyes. Captain Rodriguez served for twenty-five years as a US Army ranger. He spent ten of those as an instructor. In military training there were pesky things called rules meant to insure recruits weren’t injured or killed. These annoyed the Captain, they prevented him from testing his trainees and helping them reach their full potential, in his eyes. That was what he told Jessica, at least. He had a year to produce a combat ready agent prepared for military operations, covert espionage, and UMBRELLA’s dirty work. They wanted a loyal, tough agent to carry on the legacy of UMBRELLA and its philosophy. She was to be the final testimony; the best of the best. To that end they tested her vitals at every turn and mapped out her DNA. All while Captain Rodriguez forced her to her limits.

Those same scientists and executives told her that power was in the gene pool. Humanity was a potential untapped, evolution had stagnated in the digital age with the touchy-feely attempts of modern medicine that ensured that everyone could survive and reproduce. Only those with good genes should have the right to spawn they said. Power could unify the human race, perfect it. UMBRELLA sought to cull the herd, a few lives lost here and there, nothing compared to the greater future ahead. That was how they justified Raccoon city. A few lives lost, an accident but a reasonable price for the research and data. For the betterment of mankind, the city burned. Jessica’s potential was excellent, a little more time and they could perfect her too. It will be interesting to see how she responds in real combat.

“No”, Rodriguez would growl, head ducked so his eyes were hid beneath his hat brim. “Its not the genes that make a soldier, but the spirit.”

Those old fools, he’d say, trapped in their labs. They couldn’t see pass the numbers on their data sheets. Only later did Jessica wonder if the reason the scientists were so interested in her was because they had nothing better to do. UMBRELLA was dying and their funding was drying up, might as well harass some teenagers. Rodriguez never tried to convince her of the bullshit the executives fed her, probably why she never swallowed it hook, line, and sinker. The Captain told her two things: One, the mission comes first; Two, the enemy is the one trying to kill you.

“I am trained to put my feelings aside,” Jessica said, “And to complete the mission. Whatever it may be.”

The scientists of UMBRELLA had read Jessica’s genetic code and liked whatever they saw. They tried to use it to predict her future. If they had laid out a deck of tarot cards, they would have had more success. Jessica once dreamed of following her parent’s footsteps: she’d be an actress like her mom or an executive like dad. And if all those plans failed, she had Daddy’s money to fall back on. She believed in destiny, and perhaps that’s why she once thought Terragrigia and Raccoon City were inevitable, caught in the cogs of progress and evolution. That men like Albert Wesker exemplified the machine, unstoppable.

She could not see beyond those black shades, nor to the weathered hands under his gloves, or hear the heartbeat in his chest. Jessica did not know the full story of his birth and resurrection, only the hearsay of the rumor mill and what scraps she garnered from the enigmatic man. He was the ur example, everything the scientists wished she had been. The success story, the one that took his inheritance and ran. Quite the prodigal son, Albert Wesker. Then again, genetics and virus and all, he was still a man. It want the inhuman capacity of his muscle fibers or his super speed that impressed her, not even his intelligence, it was his spirit. Even if a scientist cloned him to the exact detail, they could not replicate him. Jessica cared not for his cause or his business, nor his desire for power. paths. For the first time in her life Jessica didn’t care who held her leash, only that he didn’t tug so hard. She’d come along. After all, now was a time for patience. If he needed to be stopped, someone with equal might would get in his way. It wasn’t the strong that survived --survival of the fittest did not mean survival of the strongest, but the one that could best suit its enviroment-- but those who adapted.

Their genes could not predict their fate. Jessica was certain, nonetheless that they’d be dealt the hand they deserved. She was calm but she was not complacent, she had her own path to walk. Her parents didn’t decide it, UMBRELLA didn’t decide it, Rodriguez didn’t decide it, and Wesker didn’t decide it. That path did not cross over Wesker’s. Because Jessica saw Raccoon City burn, watched the missile strike and felt the shockwave from miles away. Politics crushed buildings and shattered glass. It happened on Terragrigia too. Monsters ravaged the streets but the true demons sat in plush offices and debated the PR. She had come to terms with her mortality. Jessica once feared death, now she respected it. Her hands were blood stained and the damn spot would not wash out. She had no self-righteous vindication to hold her back, only the quiet apathy of a woman tired of all the games.

The only question is,” Jessica said, and here she leaned forward, arms bracing on her knees. The mask and the lies, the little petty quirks of an actress melted from her frame, she sat before him as raw as she’d ever been. Her eyes found the reflection in those sunglasses and looked beyond. Cold steel and burning gold, the slightest upturn of cocky smirk across painted red lips.

“What is it that you want me to do?”

#‘Jessica’ ❥ IC #‘TRICELL’ ❥ 2005-2009 #‘And a she-wolf; that with all hungerings’ ❥ Jessica #‘That old adversary’ ❥ Wesker #exmortum #*blows smoke from gun*#Consider this my thesis as to why eugenics is bullshit

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thecharlester77 · 6 years ago

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Beloved - DH AU Fan Short

This DH AU fan short takes place on the anniversary of Eila’s death. For anyone who isn’t aware, Eila was the Scientist’s wife. She died in a horrific car accident when Evie was four.

(RC and OG Scientist both miss Eila terribly on this day...HL Scientist is just very different I guess. I recon OG Scientist had already broken down that day, which is why he acts so unsympathetic and dead inside - he was dead inside already though...)

Beloved - DH AU Fan Short

The Nice One was washing the dishes after the household's evening meal - which had proved chaotic, as usual.

He breathed a heavy sigh as he stared into the soap-suds that bubbled in the sink. He was trying not to think - about anything. But...especially not about...that.

As he scrubbed plates and dishes, he forced himself to hum a tune. Anything to distract from the creeping reminder which he'd shoved to the back of his mind.

That evening, he could remember having called her so many times. She was late home. She was never late home. She hadn't picked up the phone- not even once. She always picked up the phone. He'd began to worry tremendously.

He'd been right to be worried...

He hummed a little louder, trying to drown out his memories.

There had been a knock at the door later that evening. He'd hoped, with all of his heart, that it would be her. She'd tell him that she'd been caught in a horrific traffic jam. Her phone battery had been dead. It was just a terrible clash of coincidences. That would be all.

There was a terrible clash of coincidences alright...

The Nice One glared into the sink of bubbly water, trying desperately to focus his attention on cleaning the dishes.

The Scary One peeked around the doorway, and much to his delight, the nicer version of himself was in the kitchen. He was incredibly bored, and aggravating Shoulder Angel was one of the few things he found amusing that usually ended up with the least consequences.

He crept into the kitchen, silently stalking up behind the Nice One. What sheer luck; he was wearing that apron! The violent one grinned as he leaned forward, preparing to 'kiss the cook' for what felt like the hundredth time. It never got old - not to him, anyway...

He froze, a couple of inches away from the Nice One's cheek, as he noticed tears sliding down Shoulder Angel's face.

This wasn't good.

"Shoulder Angel?" he withdrew his practical-joke stance and placed a hand on the kind one's shoulder.

"Hmm?" the Nice One mumbled, barely registering the Scary One's presence.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh huh..."

He dropped the utensil he was washing into the water and lowered his head into his hands.

"...Really...?" the Scary One raised a sceptical eyebrow.

Gently, the Scary One turned his kinder self around to face him.

"C'mon, Shoulder Angel, don't lie to me," the violent one coaxed.

The gentle one tried to answer his crazier self, but a sob overcame him.

"Aw geez," the Scary One muttered, embracing the nicer version of himself, "Hey...it's okay...What's wrong?"

"I m-miss Eila," the Nice One replied quietly.

"Ah..." The Scary One averted his eyes, thinking. He knew he'd be of no help to his distraught friend.

The violent one looked up to see the Sad One staring at them both from the doorway.

"Hey, Sad Sack, grab Shoulder Angel's kid for me will ya?"

"Why don't you do it?" the Sad One grumbled, walking past them to the coffee maker.

"I'm a little preoccupied, in case you couldn't see," the Scary One muttered, "Unless you'd like to trade places?"

"...She's the one in the blue, right?" the spiteful one checked; he left promptly after receiving a nod of confirmation from the violent one.

"I'm sorry," the Nice One choked out between sobs.

"Shh, don't apologise...Honestly I'm surprised I haven't driven you to a mental breakdown sooner," the Scary One replied, biting his lip guiltily.

The kind one laughed weakly in spite of his tearfulness.

"Oh hey, there's a smile - sort of," the crazy one said with a smile of his own, "But still upset, huh? Poor Shoulder Angel."

The Sad One quickly began searching for the Nice One's child. The sooner he found her, the sooner he could have another cup of coffee.

He spotted the three children sat in the living room.

"Hey, kid?"

All three kids looked up.

"Er - blue hoodie kid...You're needed in the kitchen," the grumpy one said.

The child in the blue hoodie quickly jumped up and followed him towards the kitchen.

"Why am I needed?" she asked.

"Yours is upset," he replied.

"Upset?" A concerned expression clouded the nice kid's face, "Why?"

"I don't know," the spiteful one answered, "he's crying. That's all I know."

She gasped, pushing past her escorts and rushing into the kitchen.

"Dad!" she cried out to her father as she ran to him, "Please don't cry!"

"See, Shoulder Angel? Told ya it'd be okay. Your kid's here now." the Scary One said, releasing his gentler-self from his embrace.

She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Hello, sweetie," he smiled tearfully as he greeted his daughter, returning her hug.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," the Nice One hurriedly wiped the tears from his face.

"My work here is done," the violent one announced jokingly, exiting the kitchen.

"I love you, Dad," the child in the blue hoodie nuzzled into her dad's shirt.

"I love you too, sweetie."

"LOVE YOU TOO, SHOULDER ANGEL!!"

#thesubjectandthescientist #thesubjectandthescientistfanfiction #DHAU #tsatsdhau #fan short #fanfiction #Beloved

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neogandw · 8 years ago

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NOW IF YOU ALLOW ME TO SHILL FOR A MINUTE HERE.

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GAMEPLAY

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As it is a team based 3v3 game, you can join up with random people online or friends to duke it out in splitscreen, online or even against bots, you are not limited on how you want to play your game, even giving you power to edit the configurations of the private matches if you so desire: want to give everyone all the upgrades at once? would you prefer for an infinity of creeps to fill the battlefield? how about a random character per death? the choice is yours to take.

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STORY

The game is also filled to brim with lore, though unlike most games out there, the lore of the awesomenauts is mostly a comedic epic, the game is self-stylized like a 90's cartoon where everything was build to be incredibly awesome.

In awesomenauts, you control the titular squad, a ragtag bunch of misfit aliens from across the galaxy, each one with a reason to fight:

“Riding his combat walker onto the battlefield, comes Derpl Zork. The nephew of Blabl Zork, president of Zork industries. Derpl Zork lacks his uncle's business-smarts. In fact he lacks any kind of smarts, managing to get his IQ rated under the level of plankton in the official galaxial IQ test.

Nevertheless Derpl is the heir apparent to Blabl's galaxy-spanning business empire. This is something that doesn't sit well with Blabl, not well at all. Dreading the day Derpl would inherit the company and run all the hardfought accomplishments into the ground, Blabl put Derpl in charge of fieldtesting the new Specialized Universal Secretary Interface (S.U.S.I. for short) in one of Zork Industries' combat walkers. Asking Derpl what form of devastation should be issued forth from his vehicle of destruction he simply drooled and said: "I wuv cats!"

Now Blabl is anxiously awaiting the day that Derpl would suffer a fatal blow on the fields of battle but as of yet Derpl's combat walker has proven to keep making up for its dimwitted driver. “

”Once part of the soviet space program, Yuri was a monkey, experimentally shot into space during the 1960's cold war spacerace. Mysteriously, monitoring soviet scientists suddenly lost track of monkey Yuri's spacecraft.

Puzzled by its sudden disappearence, Soviet space-command wondered what had become of their beloved test-pet Yuri. Little did they know that Yuri's spacecraft had entered a warpfield anomaly and was transported hundreds of years into the future!

Also, the warpfield's radiation boosted Yuri's mind to superintelligent levels. The new, more intelligent, mad and slightly sadistic Yuri quickly grasped the situation and modified his broken rocket into an equally mad timetravelling supercomputer jetpack.

With the jetpack translating everything Yuri says and does, enemies are never quite sure who is in control, the mad scientist monkey, or the computer it created? “

“Ted McPain was one of the great heroes of the first AI Wars, a long time ago. He has led his squad of elite super soldiers, the Killer Koala’s, against many opponents and has been decorated as an outstanding soldier a hundred times over. His ultimate achievement, during the climax of the First AI Wars, was a solo operation onto the AI’s battle station Starstorm. This mission ended in Ted McPain single handedly unhinging all of the station’s crucial power couplings, effectively making sure the station wouldn’t be completed before the end of the war. Ted McPain eventually died when he sacrificed himself to save the Sunny-Daisy Alien Orphanage from a band of bloodthirsty dinosaur zombies in 3021. Ted’s heroic deeds would never be forgotten.

He lived on as he became the star of various video games: Ted McPain I through XVII, Ted McPain: Zombie Blast, Ted McPain vs. evil Ted McPain and Ted McPain Unicorn Dance Karting.

When Voltar The Omniscient learned of the violent dimwitted video game star, he brewed up a plan that would backfire horribly. He created the Materializotron XT8000 with which he wanted to bring back the war hero of old to be his personal assistant. Extracting Ted McPain’s digital essence from his video games, Voltar managed to materialize a life-size flesh and blood version. The Ted McPain that appeared though was missing his pants for unknown reasons. Voltar waved the issue aside saying “Stop asking stupid questions! He looks fine to me.”

“Yoolip has been a scientist for the greater part of his life on the transistor planet Calias. Creating wondrous inventions and contraptions like the dog aura reader, the nightmare-to-VHS recorder, the random number phone, the cereal-to-milk ratio calculator and an actual time machine. One day after combining the time machine into some comfy slippers, he teleported to the Mesozoic era and found himself surrounded by some scientist hungry velociraptors.

Barely escaping the predators he lost one of his slippers. Being stuck in time he spent years to craft a new slipper to travel forward in time to return to his beloved granddaughter, Ayla. He joined the Awesomenauts team to finally spend some quality time with her and eat some over-engineered pancakes. “

This is a game that does not even attempt to take itself seriously, as the characters will crack a joke or a reference in the middle of battle to your ears' delight.

MUSIC

speaking of ears, how about checking out the sweet tunes of the awesomenauts?

Extended Theme Song

8-bit Yoolip

Electronic Supersonic Cybertronic Rocco

Ted McPain's Theme

I'll make you a star

Nibb's Killing Spree

Sentry's Killing Spree Theme

Deadlift's Killing Spree

Eye of Aguillon

Chucho Krokk’s Killing Spree

Lonestar’s Killing Spree

Raelynn's Killing Spree

FREE TO PLAY? MORE LIKE FREE TO PAY AM I RIGHT

Actually no, awesomenauts's Free to Play system is actually very simple, similar to other MOBAS of its kind it uses the standard 3 hero rotation, but a a bonus, you can try all of the characters in full whenever you want against bots, see who you like from the get-go and decide who you want to buy next.

Adding on to that, the game gives you the in-game currency by doing what you do best: play the game, and it doesn't even have to be vs online opponents, you can just pop it in with 3 of your friends (or even alone if you're lonely) and fight against an enemy team of bots, win experience for your characters to unlock their upgrades and songs, and parts to obtain cosmetic upgrades.

The only real aspect that requires money is merely cosmetic: costumes for each character that are simply visual, add voice lines or change their theme songs.

The things that matter can be obtained through gameplay alone, but one can opt to buy the all nauts pack on steam, this merely unlocks all the nauts to be played at any time though, not their upgrades, which require XP.

But if you get the game on steam and use one of the following codes (don't worry, they can be used up to 50 times each)

WVHE-9CLM-9KPH 9MQT-3JS7-NMCR CHCP-3HHX-X5Q5

You'll get a character entirely for free: the elite sniper raelynn.

These codes can be obtained if you play the game long enough, if you use your own code to invite people, their achievements give you loot too, free loot for everyone!

So feel free to jump into the action, there is nothing to lose and tons of fun (and salt or memes) to be had, bring your friends, bring your friend's friends, bring your grandma even.

It's time to get awesome!

#awesomenauts #free to play #get it now

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Staying Positive During Chaos and Order ~ Part 2 of 100 Day Challenge

How does One keep Order of Positivity during the Chaos?

"Everybody's a mad scientist, and life is their lab. We're all trying to experiment to find a way to live, to solve problems, to fend off madness and chaos" By: David Cronenberg.

I am sure I don't have to tell anyone who crazy and chaotic social media has become in the past 2 years and recently. So much hate, selfishness, depressing actions of people that we never thought would be in such ways. I had to find some peace within and watching everyone in the madhouse of Facebook just was not working. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || ).push({});

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I decided it was time to join in on this "100 Day Challenge of Personal Growth". I saw so many people asking how to keep people's posts away from their timelines, how to avoid all the political dramas and venom. I will say there are ways but really when you use them, you still can not state your own feelings without feeling like you were under attack. What kind of world is that? It is not a positive living type of world that your heart and mind needs to grow. You must step back and take a hard look at what is causing you so much pain, stress and chaos. Take stock in it, then create order. If you do not it will eat you and your life will be cut short (Health), it will consume you and you will become your environment (Behavior). Separate yourself from the pack! (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || ).push({});

Separating Myself From the Pack

"Growth is the great separator between those who succeed and those who do not. When I see a person beginning to separate themselves from the pack, it's almost always due to personal growth." By: John C. Maxwell

So I deleted the page app off my phone, kept the message app to stay in contact with loved ones. If I want to share photo updates I share via Instagram. BAM!! I got rid of all the negative eating drama posts. Let me tell you, I am in 10 days of this and I am feeling lighter, less stressed and more happy. I never knew how draining reading all the negativity and watching my friends tear each other apart was until I took this challenge. I will admit it has been hard to stay off, I have slipped a time or 2 because I wanted to reply to a Valentines post my beloved made and then a couple others that seemed positive and wanted to leave a congrats or 2. So I cheated! Bad girl? No, not entirely I didn't surf, I didn't engage in any debates nor did I share a post or a feeling. So I am still on track and moving forward positively.

Day 10 /100 My Journal

"Always do your best. What you plant now, you will harvest later" By: Og Mandino'

Day 1 - 5 : Prepared and removed all temptations. Downloaded motivational apps to my phone, and podcasts. Joined my favorite Church's live broadcasts. Read each night 1 hour a inspirational or motivational story/article on Stumblr'. Day 5 -10: OH BOY!! Momma messed up! I logged onto facebook to respond to my Valentine's post and let people know that I can not see their comments OOPS! But I didn't surf, scroll or post. I quickly logged off. I spent alot of time on our boutique that we run and reorganized my home. I didn't start on my weight loss part of the challenge due to having a horrible cold. NEVER EVER BEAT YOURSELF UP FOR FALLING!! I have 90 days to go and I am sure I will come out shining like a diamond. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || ).push({}); This post contains affiliate links. This means I may receive a small amount of money at no additional cost to you. See my disclosures here http://sugarblossomscircle.com/disclosure-policy/ All quotes in this article were borrowed from brainyquotes.com. Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/chaos.html Click to Post

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