#chromatic writings

[leonardalphachurch]

Red vs Blue: Reformation

After Epsilon fragments himself inside of his mind, Tucker is left to pick up the pieces.

An alternate take on Tucker’s story in Season 19: Restoration.

Masterpost

Available to read on Ao3

CHAPTER 1 - Recognition

They might’ve finally found what they’ve been looking for. But there’s one thing to take care of, first.

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We open on a shot of a military base at night. Two guards stand in front of an exit.

Guard 1: Hey.

Guard 2: Yeah?

Guard 1: You ever wonder… if we’re in a simulation?

Guard 2: Simulation?

Guard 1: Yeah, yknow, like, none of this is real. We’re just the product of some guy simulating a bunch of random outcomes to try to find out what happens next?

Guard 2: … No. That sounds made up.

Guard 1: It’s not made up! It’s a real theory!

A cloaked figure enters through the door between them. Guard 1 raises his gun.

Guard 1: Whoa. Did you see that?

Guard 2: See what? Your simulation?

Guard 1: No! I don’t know! Looked like something… invisible.

Guard 2: Invisible? How does something look invisible?

Guard 1: Well, it looks like something that’s not there.

Guard 2: How am I supposed to see something that’s not there?

Guard 1: It is there, it just looks like—

A second cloaked figure enters the base.

Guard 1: There! There it is again! Did you see it?

Guard 2: Did I see the invisible thing that isn’t there?

Guard 1: Yes!

Guard 2: No. No I didn’t.

Guard 1: Dammit.

Guard 2: Maybe it was a glitch in the simulation.

Guard 1: Oh, fuck you.

Cut to the inside of the base. We see a series of shots. A pair of cloaked boots run along a hallway, followed closely by another. A guard collapses out of nowhere. A silenced pistol is shot.

Cut to the inside of a room. The door opens. No one enters. The door closes. An armored soldier uncloaks.

It’s Locus.

Locus: Is this the correct room?

Another soldier uncloaks and walks past him. He’s wearing The Meta’s armor in black. As he speaks, it fades into an aqua.

It’s Tucker.

Tucker: It should be.

He walks up to a large terminal and plugs in a device.

Tucker: Let’s find out. Guys?

Multiple colors of lights flash around him. Green, cyan, purple, pink, yellow, turquoise. Orange.

Tucker loses his balance after the last flash. But only for a second. He shakes his head and turns to look at Locus.

Tucker: Security here sucked, huh?

Locus is standing in between Tucker and the door, not leaving his back open to either of them.

Locus: I’ve learned it’s not something to complain about.

Tucker: I’m not complaining. Just saying, if what we think is here, is here? Well, it deserves a hell of a lot more security than that.

Locus: …What do you think is here?

Tucker: Huh?

A flash of cyan light.

Tucker: Oh, it’s some old files from Freelancer. Nothing too important, but, shit’s super classified. Be fucked if just anyone found it.

Locus makes a noise of acknowledgement. Is he agreeing? Disagreeing? Gassy? Who knows.

Tucker leans against the terminal, all casual like.

Tucker: So, how’ve you been?

Locus: ………. Fine……..

Tucker laughs.

Tucker: Damn dude, slow down. Even the AI couldn’t process that much information.

Locus sighs.

Locus: I have been. Fine. Nothing interesting has happened since we last spoke.

Tucker: All right.

They take a beat.

Locus: ………. How…… are. you???

Tucker: Wow. That seemed physically painful.

Locus: I… am not used to being the one leading the conversation.

Tucker: Right.

They take another beat.

Tucker: Y’know, I was kinda surprised you were willing to work with a partner again so soon after. Well, y’know. Didn’t think you’d trust so easily.

Locus: I… was more surprised you were willing to trust me.

Tucker, quietly: Yeah, surprised me too…

He stares at the terminal. Some colors flash around him. Pink, cyan, purple, yellow. Orange.

Tucker: We’ve also been doing fine. Same old, same old. Chasing down leads, cleaning up Freelancer’s messes, blowing up Charon’s shit.

Locus: Being a thorn in the UNSC’s side?

Tucker points at him.

Tucker: You know it! Saving the galaxy. One step at a—

Sigma appears at Tucker’s side. Not as a flash of light, but in his full naked, on fire, hologram-y glory.

Sigma: This is it.

Tucker stands up straight, giving Sigma his full attention.

Tucker: Wait, seriously? Finally? It’s really actually him?

Locus: What is “it”?

Tucker: I told you, it’s just old files from Freelancer.

Locus: You said “him.”

A flash of cyan.

Tucker: Did I? Must’ve misspoke.

Sigma: Lavernius. It’s time.

Tucker: Right.

Tucker takes the device out of the terminal. The colors flash all around him again.

Locus: Time for what? I… have been patient. But I do not appreciate being kept in the dark. I know you have bigger plans—

Tucker: Dude, relax. It’s not like we were gonna tell you everything before we knew we could trust you. You? C’mon, be realistic. But,

Tucker lets out an over dramatic sigh.

Tucker: Fine. I’ll explain everything when we get out of here, okay? Just— oh, shit, watch the door.

Locus turns to face the door.

Tucker: Like I was saying,

Tucker pulls out a gun.

Tucker: We were pretty surprised you were trusting enough to work with a partner so soon.

Tucker shoots Locus in the back.

Tucker: Probably shouldn’t have been.

Locus: You—

Tucker starts walking. He reaches down to grab something off Locus as he passes.

Locus: You— why— I, I can’t move—

Tucker: Yeah, don’t worry. Delta says you’ll get use of your legs back in 6 months. Right D?

A flash of green.

Delta: 6-12.

Tucker: 6-12. Cool how they can calculate that, huh?

Locus: Why… why are you doing this?

Tucker: It’s nothing personal, man. Just taking out one of the few people in the universe who might be able to stop us.

Tucker stops walking next to a wall.

Tucker: Well…

He reaches his hand towards an alarm.

Tucker: Maybe a little personal.

He flips it. Lights start flashing, sirens start blaring.

Tucker: I hear the UNSC treats genocidal maniacs well.

Tucker moves to the door.

Locus: You… I should have trusted my instincts. You are just like him.

Tucker stops. Purple, yellow, cyan. Orange. He laughs.

Tucker: You’re joking, right? You two were mass murderers. I’m trying to clean up the mess that you made. I am protecting people. Look at how easily you were manipulated again! Trust me. The galaxy is safer with you put away. It’s safer with us.

The door flings open as Tucker turns invisible. Locus tries to tell the oncoming guards about Tucker’s presence to no avail. We see a Tucker’s cloaked figure maneuver past the guards, into an empty area of the base.

He uncloaks.

Tucker: All right guys. Calculate how fucking badass that exit was.

All the AIs holograms pop up around him. Their lines slightly overlap each other.

Delta: Given your standard metrics, I would calculate that was… 75% “badass.”

Gamma: Too cheesy.

Theta: It was so cool!

Gamma: Overly sentimental.

Omega: We should have killed him.

Sigma: You should not have taken his bait.

None of the others’ lines overlap with Sigma’s.

Sigma: You cut the door opening too close. It was an unnecessary risk. Don’t do it again.

Tucker: Oh, please, Sig.

He flicks Sigma’s hologram.

Tucker: I know you love the dramatics.

Sigma: Not when we are this close.

Tucker looks down at the device he’s holding.

Tucker: So this is really it? We really found him?

Delta: We will not know for certain until we can decryp—

Sigma: Yes. This is him.

Tucker holds the device up and stares at it. Lovingly.

Tucker: All right, Church. Just wait a little longer. We’re gonna fix everything. Real soon.

Omega: Not soon enough. Let’s move.

Tucker laughs, cloaks again, and heads out.

[sanchensky]

"You’ve met the Fools of Fate"~

@pure-plum Latest Weal and Woe chapter was so sweet I swear my soul melted a bit from reading it :'3 Honestly Eclipse seems so nervous there, I genuinely just want to hug that anxiousness out of him xD

Tho here I made him look a little more malicious. Gotta think twice about that hug hehe :>

And some process under the cut cuz why not x)

[arsonistfriday]

Summary: the Chromatic Crew celebrate Gyftmas and Killer gets a gift that means a lot more than he was ever expecting it to.

This is a (late) Christmas gift for @stellocchia and is a huge thanks to them for not only being one of my best friends for years now, but also getting me back into this fandom and inspiring me!

Also I will get to the Colourkiller fic I promised y'all

[zuzuelectricbugaloo]

Tête-à-Tête

Rating: Teen

Synopsis: Nightmare and Epic have a chat. A deal is struck.

CW: Referenced/mentioned canon of Nightmare and Something New Chara’s abuse to Killer, though no abuse is depicted

Word Count: 1,604

Part 1 of A Guardian, A Scientist, and A Parlay

The living embodiment of negativity and a pseudo immortal skeleton walk into a cat cafe run by a skeleton who ran on spite and coffee alone.

It sounds like the start of a nonsensical joke, one Epic could appreciate with a mental laugh as he slides into the unoccupied chair by the table the self proclaimed King of Negativity sat.

Nightmare’s gaze lifts from his book to glare at a grinning Epic as he twirled the wooden chair by its top rail. His eye narrowed further when he finished his risible twirl and sat backwards, languidly crossing his arms atop the rail and propping his chin upon them to beam beatifically.

“…”

Epic tilted his skull to the side, his scarred eye remaining closed while his right crinkled into a half crescent as he continued to silently grin.

Nightmare snapped his book closed with one hand. “Epic.” His eyelight narrowed into a slit. “To what do I owe this unprompted…mingling?”

Epic shrugged. “Wanted to talk to ya, figured you’d be here, and I was right.”

Nightmare’s eye twitched. Before he could voice his displeasure, Epic called out, “I’ll take a matcha latte if ya can, Ccino.” Despite the projection of his voice, his eye remained on Nightmare.

Nightmare tasted the familiar flare of ignominy and curiosity and glanced from his seatmate to the front of the cafe, where the sound of ceramics clashing against one another and a startled yelp was caught by his keen hearing.

The named skeleton startled, jolting with wide eyes in his surprise as an embarrassed beige blush tinged his cheekbones at having been caught.

“O-oh, sorry, yeah,” Ccino mumbled, “just that?”

“Yep!” Epic lifted an arm and crossed his thumb and index finger.

Strange. Nightmare assumed the good luck gesture was composed of the pointer and index. But why would Epic wish Ccino luck at all? Did he assume the barista to be inept with his livelihood?

“Pretty plez and ty bun bun!”

Ccino nodded, bustling off to one of his machines. “Okay.”

Nightmare returned his gaze to his sudden acquaintance, who hadn’t taken his own gaze off of him. Unlike Ccino, Epic’s emotions were not reflected by his outward lackadaisical, pleasant expression and body language. No, there was something dark, something that made his tentacles undulate in delight, corruption greedily absorbing the potent, bitter negativity of a vindictive, protective fury, of agony and pain and death simmering low and deadly in LV that spanned decades.

However, what made him weary was also the positivity that burned on his tongue. Bright, bubbly mischievousness and affectionate ardor so deep and profound that it roiled his corruption and stirred flickers of, unfashionably, envy within the dark lord himself.

“A chat, you say.” Nightmare allowed his mouth to grow wide and crooked, his now jagged, razor sharp teeth glowing teal under the warm lights “Come for a Faustian bargain, have you?” He purred.

His echoed voice drips with honey as he croons invitingly, teal eyelight glittering bright and hypnotic. “I can taste your torment, Epic. The suffering you hide from the world and loved ones both.” With faux gentleness he intoned softly with a hooded eye, “I can take it all away. Your terrors of the night given life, the endless death, the hopelessness of it all…”

Epic’s façade was immaculate, he begrudged. If Nightmare couldn’t sense his emotions he’d assume the man was pleasantly engaged in their conversation.

“Wouldn’t you like a blissful night of rest for a change? You’ve fought for so long, you deserve to rest.” Nightmare’s tentacles dipped slightly at the tips, beckoning him forward. “I can grant you the peaceful slumber you so desire.”

Epic hummed. “Nah,” he declined. “Even if you could, you’d just eat up all my bad mojo an’ still leave me to deal with those damned creatures myself.”

“What if I did so out of the kindness of my heart?”

That pulled an abrupt, disbelieving snort out of the man. “You don’t have a heart, Nightmare.”

Nightmare’s gentle smile widens. “Yes, I do,” It morphs into a jagged smirk. “It’s cold and black, just like yours.”

A shame he didn’t fall for his taunt. Instead, Epic sighed and sat up straight. “Let’s cut to the point.”

It was at that moment Ccino appeared. Epic thanked him for the drink, exclaiming in delight at the adorable foam art of a cat that looked like Epic, eating a macaron Ccino had carefully added. Epic thanked him for the lovely drink and with a playful compliment and wink, and pointedly pressed the center top of Ccino’s gloved hand to his mouth for a gentle kiss.

Nightmare watched, unimpressed, as Ccino blushed under the grateful gesture, sputtering that he had to go feed his animals as his skull flushed and he ran off.

After taking a long, indulgent sip, Epic sighed blissfully. “Damn, that’s good. Anyways,” Epic carefully set the ceramic cup down with a gentle clink. “You’re gonna pay for what you did to Killz.”

Nightmare’s tentacles twitched. “Ah. My mutinous right hand.” He tilted his skull to the side. “What of him?”

Epic’s baritone deepens further as his eyelight flares in his open eye. “How you hurt them, made them suffer and broke them almost as much as their Chara had. And every time he tried to escape, tried to heal himself, you’d hurt them all over again.”

Dark, amused chuckles rumbled out the dark one’s chest. “I gave Killer purpose. Whatever worth or greatness they achieved is because of my direction.”

How Killer himself was thankful to Nightmare and he couldn’t say exactly why when asked.

Epic opened his mouth to speak but Nightmare cut him off. “And how exactly do you propose to enact this “righteous vengeance” of yours?” A tentacle coyly tapped the center of his chest. “You can’t kill me.”

A pearly-white smile mirrored his own. “Exactly.”

Epic took another, longer sip of his drink. “If I die, I come back. You can’t die, period, unless by Dream’s hand. Fighting’d be pointless.”

A nod of agreement as Nightmare drank from his own cup. “An immortal quarrel, yes.”

“So,” Epic suggested, “let’s play a game.”

“What kind of game?”

“Of wit and charm.”

Intriguing. Nightmare perked up. “Oh?”

“Whoever can accurately glimpse into and freak the mind of the other wins.”

“Hm.” Nightmare mulls it over. He won’t admit it aloud, but Epic can tell by the gleam in his eyelight and the tiny wags of his tentacles that he’s intrigued. Aloud, he inquires, “The guerdons?”

Epic set his cup down. “If I win,” his smile fell, the glacial fury of Epic’s agitated LV simmered and burned delightfully when Nightmare absorbed it. “You stay away from Killer. No contact, no reaching out through a third party, nothing.”

Before Nightmare could speak, Epic persisted. “And that includes alternate timelines.”

Nightmare continued to smirk, unaffected.

“Yeah, I know about them, and you’re not putting Killer through that shit.” Epic’s voice is cold as verglas when he intones, “Any version of him.”

How droll. “Is that all?” Nightmare gave an unimpressed quirk of his brow. “I have no use for a traitor. What,” he taunted, “are your other companions not nearly as important?”

“It goes without saying you stay away from them. All of them.”

A dark claw idly tapped at the elegant table cloth while Nightmare rolled his eye and scoffed. “Please, as if I care about your little band of misfits. The rainbow was a persistent annoyance but he's Killer’s problem now, and the orange one tears himself apart far better than I ever would.”

He grinned as he brought his cup to his mouth for a long, pointed sip. “Though it would be interesting to perhaps invite Cross back to the draw,” he emphasized. “Second to only you, his torment is,” his forked tongue slid over his jagged teeth, “simply exquisite.”

Ah, Nightmare thought giddily, corruption greedy as it absorbed Epic’s anger and fear for his dearest friend. That got him.

Electric indigo sparked and spread along Epic’s body as he opened his left eye, the violet orb burning within its onyx prison. His words dripped with verglas, the frost on his ivory bones glittering under the lighting, “Everyone.”

As quickly as it had appeared, it vanished. The biting cold easing away as though it were a bitter breeze. Epic took a deep, steadying breath when he sighed, slipping out of his chair and turning it to sit in a side straddle.

“And,” Epic held up two phalanges. “A favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“An ROI. An I-Owe-You. Save for later, Chekov’s succor, whatever ya wanna call it. And,” Epic added, “When I cash in, you pay up. No take backs, no cut corners, nothing.”

Nightmare chuckled. “How titillating,” he crooned derisively. Epic’s mouth quivered at the corner in a reluctant chortle.

“Ha, you wish.”

“Cheeky. A thought I’ve had for this proposed game,” Nightmare vaguely gestured to himself. “How do you propose to beat an empath that can See you for all that you are?”

He doesn’t answer the clearly baited question. Instead, Epic shrugs carelessly. “I guess you have nothing to lose, then.”

Nightmare's tentacles writhe behind him, betraying his eagerness. “Very well, I accept. And if I win,” shadows grew and lights flickered, several cats and a few dogs scurrying to hide. His form melts and shifts with the echo of his voice sounding like several overlapped into one. “I get to devour your negativity. Permanently.”

Epic leaned forward and held his hand out, not even flinching once as Nightmare’s own claw dripping with viscous corruption encircled his. “Deal.”

[medicalunprofessional]

‘ My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue ‘

- King Crimson. Lyrics to “Dig Me”

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

Me when I have a really good angst Killer X Color Sans One Shot featuring the Chromatic Crew but idk how to put it in words

Yeah uh pls expect a Color X Killer one shot with the chromatic crew featured and be warned it’s gonna be very sad not very chill very sad

[ladykailitha]

Ooh, the Christmas AU is cute - that please!

WIP Wednesday! Make me write!

Other asks here, here, here, here, here, here.

Snippet

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Do you play D&D, Stevie?”

Steve shook his head. “No, but I like to read the handbooks. They’re interesting. Plus, I like looking at your artwork.”

“All chromatic dragons are chaotic evil, you know?” he said with a smirk.

Steve scoffed. “I always thought that was bull shit. If other sentient beings like elves, dwarves, humans and gnomes can be any alignment then so should dragons.”

Eddie laughed. “Only the handbook says that other than humans each race tends toward neutral, chaotic, or lawful.”

[betweenthetimeandsound]

--"crying over chromatic waves" Inspired by the chapter titles in Pictures & Tears: A History of People Who Have Cried in Front of Paintings

Sand flies, a butterfly emerges from the heat wave. It dances and its fluorescent wings rival the scarlet dust not making a single sound, as it finds freedom.

I cannot be silent--my voice only shouts out of despair--borne out of the depths of my throat, without the chromatic waves which bring it life.

If I call on him to stay, he would, but i only feel a frigid touch on my shoulder, and a frothing breath. I think of his warm heart, before mine melted like wax, and I have nothing to write to name. --Elda Mengisto

[calandrinon]

i was going to do some more asks tonight but i accidentally had to transpose nimic de pe frontul de est 2 to a key playable on hammered dulcimer, maybe tomorrow <3

[nehswritesstuffs]

I'm so tired, I gotta get some sleep. BUT, before I do. Fanfic writers' meme.

18. If you wrote a sequel to [the fic where Law gets his doctors' licence], what would it involve? (love that fic!)

Ooooh! This is a good one! I love that fic too, if we're being honest. It's a good choice. Early Heart Pirates stuff can be so neat, and adding Law doing real doctor stuff is even better.

So... if I wrote a sequel to Peer Review [FFN/AO3], then it would likely involve the trials and tribulations of actually getting a paper into shape to be published, or he would make a token appearance at a medical conference in Lvneel (or representing Lvneel), and things would get wacky from there. There's lots of ways I can maneuver it... hmm...

Now go get some sleep, my friend.

Want one of these fan fiction questions answered? I'm still taking asks!

[leonardalphachurch]

Red vs Blue: Reformation

After Epsilon fragments himself inside of his mind, Tucker is left to pick up the pieces.

An alternate take on Tucker’s story in Season 19: Restoration

Chapter 1 - Recognition

More chapters to come.

Full thing also available on Ao3

*******

Yello. This is Tucker “Lavender” Rose. Season 19 did my boy so fucking dirty I immediately had to come up with a story that would treat Tucker (and Sigma) with respect.

This is going to be kind of formatted like a script? Except I don’t know how to actually format scripts lol. And it’s not exactly a strict “rewrite” of season 19. I had the choice between writing something that could theoretically be a season of the show or having fun, and I chose having fun. If we were to write actual script it would actually feature the scenes of The Reds and Caboose or Wash etc. but I’ve decided I’m only going to be doing Tucker’s stuff. Imagine that those scenes are basically what happens in canon. Maybe one day we’ll want to completely rewrite the season but for now: take this.

[hergan416]

end of year content meme! 

🥰 a piece i’m really proud of and why

📝 a line or paragraph i’m really happy with

🥰 a piece i’m really proud of and why

I actually have multiple answers for this, so if someone decides to ask again I do have more answers saved up xD

But I'm going to pick Welcome To Paradise first.

This probably looks... pretty mediocre on my list of works to most people. The premise isn't especially inspired; the tally mark thing from chapter one is a little unique but hardly groundbreaking, and it isn't a masterpiece of wordsmithing or anything.

But I've spent 11 years avoiding the topic of children and pregnancy for reasons and I decided to take the allou trimester challenge somewhat literally and force myself to deal with my issues via characters. I am proud of it, because, even if I'm not telling my story, I'm still closer to processing stuff as a result of it.

Albert's experience is turning out quite different from my own. I don't think I'm going to be able to project on him as much as I started out planning to. But I am proud of myself for touching the topic.

Welcome To Paradise is rated T(een) but contains heavy themes, such as detailed depictions of alcohol withdrawal, unexpected pregnancy, and suicidality. Additionally, the main pairing is Albert/Louis, which may be viewed as incestuous by some readers.

📝 a line or paragraph i’m really happy with

I did answer this once, but I feel like with the amount of writing I did this year I can probably find more than one line or paragraph? If you want to see my first choice answer, find it here.

This line is from Choke On My Words, Swallow Them Faster - my MTP Angst Week someone gave me an excuse to write hanahaki disease fic

He stared at the petal in his palm, and faced with the inevitability of admitting what had just happened, he shoved it back in his mouth and swallowed it down.

Honestly the fact that I got to use flower imagery was super fun to work with and led to a lot of pretty cool lines and images.

Choke On My Words, Swallow Them Faster is rated T(een) and has the hurt no comfort tag. Most tagged ships are unrequited; tagged ships include alwill, willouis, sherliam and allou. An different fic within the Emergency Contact series that this fic belongs to is rated E(xplicit) for sexual content.

[crossroads-consoul]

Chromaticity Series Update!

I know, I know; I'm actually making a post about writing instead of fanart. Wonders never cease.

I've been outlining Synchronicity with the intention of finally wrapping everything up, but I've run into an issue. There's been such a big gap of time (4-5 years...) between the initial posting of Chromaticity and now that my writing style has evolved. Rereading Chromaticity as a writer to make sure I plot out Synchronicity right has been painful.

So, I've given it a lot of thought and have decided that before I post Synchronicity, I will be editing Chromaticity and Reactivity! The process should also help my outlining/writing of Synchronicity, which I'll do...synchronously lol.

I know it's not the update people have been wanting, but I can assure everyone I haven't forgotten about the series.

[yourfriendlybi]

Inktobertale: Pumpkin Carving

 “HEY!” A voice rang out, “THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY PUMPKIN!” The owner of the voice, Clef, glared at the pumpkin stealer.

“Well, you weren’t fast enough, dear sibling.” Pen laughed at their twin. Clef simply rolled their eyes. “Whatever, just help me with unloading the crates.” Clef huffed. Pen is a Frisk variant while Clef is a Chara variant; they, along with their father Ink, are all soulless and rely on paints from the Doodle Sphere.

 “Are you both done arguing?” A glitched out voice called out, Error or known as The Destroyer of Universe to most, walked out of Ccino’s Cate Cafe and grabbed a small crate of pumpkins. “Geez Squid, why did you get so many pumpkins from FarmTale?” Error grumbled under his breath. The Soulless Family are currently helping Ink’s boss, Ccino, with transporting and carving pumpkins for the Fall season.

 “I mean, you should know how dad is.” Pen looked at their step-father. “He loves this stuff, he is the embodiment of creation.”

 Error looked at Pen. “Okay, first of all I forget how sensitive you, along with Ink and Clef, are to hearing. Second of all, that was sarcasm.” Error walked back into the building.

 “THAT WASN’T EVEN SARCASM???” Pen shouted to the glitched skeleton.

 Error chuckled at the writer’s reaction. “Hon, you’re not messing with our children again, right?” A voice called out. Error flashed a wide smile at Ink, who simply snorted in response. Error walked to the booth Ink was seated at and sat next to his mate. Ink turned his head to Error and nuzzled his cheekbone.

 “Oi, let me put down these pumpkins before you become all lovey and dovey!” Error yelled at the affectionate artist while setting down the small crate. Ink simply giggled, his eyelights were a lavender heart shape.

 “Sorry! I just feel very affectionate today!” Ink laughed a little, “I think I drank a bit too much of pink today, whoops.” They gave a sheepish grin.

 “Idiot.” Error sighed lovingly, “That I somehow fell in love with.” Putting his forehead on The Protector.

 “EWWW!!” Two voices range out, Clef and Pen. “THEY ARE BEING LOVELY AND DOVY IN PUBLIC!!” Clef cried out, they both were holding the two last crates of pumpkins. Ink and Error looked at each other, bursting in laughter.

 “You both are seventeen, also you both walked on us making out, I don’t want to hear it.” Error said after calming down. Pen made a face of disgust, “Yeah, please don’t remind us.”

 “Any who, put the crates on the table and then we will start the carving part.” Ink smiled at his two shooting stars.

Credits:

Ink!Sans: Comyet

Error!Sans: CQ/Lovers of piggies

Clef!Chara & Pen!Frisk: Yours Truly

[wildcxrds]

25 for any muse you like :)

25.     thought was too important at the time and later regretted it.

I was scraping my brain for this one but man, I have a real good one. And it involves multiple characters.

cw: possession, potential gore, violence, torture, death, also really long fuckin' post

Missing. He'd been missing for months now.

It's the summer after Jacob and Alex return from the pocket dimension, and Jacob is now 9. Allie is having trouble with her parents - Kai and Matias - and is extremely emotionally reliant on her guardian angel, Thorn. But he's been missing.

She'll never forget the desperation for trying to contact Thorn, who at this point, has been gone for months because he'd been trying to locate Ethan, another angel and his brother by bond. Something only Allie knows.

Ethan had gone missing, suspected for corruption and disowned by the angels. She was the reason Ethan was on the run. His corruption flew under the Archangels' radar, and only came to light because she spoke to Samael, Thorn's 'boss'. This caused a rift between her and Thorn, and soon after, he absconded with no contact to Allie. Thorn, at the time, was also punished for his romantic attachments to Allie, and had been "confiscated" from her and put to work before he soon went missing.

Allie just wants stability and her Thorn back. She's 17 and heartbroken and desperate.

Something else only she knows.

"I don't know about this." Alex said reluctantly, as the pair arrived to the Poconos cabin they hadn't been to in over a year now. "There's no guarantee that Samael or Thorn would have shown up."

"We have to hope" Allie said, clutching a familiar gray feather of Thorn's to her chest. "We have to hope Jake was able to get them here."

"We really should tell Kai or Kori--"

"NO!" Allie shouted, her voice cracking at the peak. Alex flinched, looking at her in alarm, met with Allie's wide, frantic amber eyes. "Please. The less people involved the better. A-And mom's got enough to worry about." Allie had intentionally reached out to only Alex and Jake for this, trusting they wouldn't tell her parents.

"I-" Alex sighed through her nose. "Okay, Allie. I'm trusting you on this."

Famous last words.

They'd open the door to find Jake and Thorn waiting. Thorn was stoic, while Jake was solemn. Allie rushed to him, pleading him to come home. Please, Thorny, please. But Thorn was a stone wall, staring down with a hardened gaze at the floor. The scene doesn't last very long, because the gathering of these folk attracts attention. The wrong attention.

The windows darkened rapidly, blocking out the evening in a bubble of shadow, and there's a prevalent evil in the air. And the chaos began.

Ethan has become a demon-like entity. And the smoky, ghastly form lingers for moments before it takes a host.

Alex.

The screams.. the screams are haunting. Shrill, deafening, painful screams piercing the air, watching Alex writhe as if she was set on fire. Clawing at the dusty, wooden floor until her nails broke and bled. The sclera of her eyes pooled with black and she's begging them for death. For a release. They watch in horror while Jake tries to help. He's screaming, Allie's crying, and Thorn can only stare.

It's sudden when the others arrive. Allie would find out later that Jacob sensed the trouble in his mother and reached out desperately to his father, and Loki and Jacob arrived at the cabin, unsuspecting of what they were about to witness. Kairo and Kori arrive shortly after.

Ethan gains control, and Allie watched him force Alex to fight. Fight her friends, hurt them, and they can't fight back or risk harming Alex. It's a mess. Allie screams for Ethan to stop, to release her, but he laughs in their faces. Thorn interferes only to try and speak to Ethan, but it does very little.

Allie screams in her own head, clutching the feather, begging for Samael to save her. To save Alex.

BANG.

Samael reappeared, wielding a weapon. Something she'd never known the Archangels to use - worst of all, it was a man-made weapon. Made by the Hunters strictly to disable the abilities, Allie would later learn it was modified by Samael to extract Ethan.

But it was still a bullet straight through Alex's heart.

There was the screaming, the pleading, trying to save her life. Loki had the foresight to retrieve a fruit blessed with immortality to save her. The minutes after she stopped breathing felt like hours.

She gasps alive, and there's relief, then outrage, but by then, Thorn and Samael are gone. The fallout is immediate.

Allie's whole world is shattered in that moment. She'd cost the life of her friend because she was desperate for her boyfriend to come home. She carried guilt for not being forthright when she felt she should have. But none of them blame Allie completely. There's acknowledgement for her hiding things, but everything else had fallen all outside her control.

She doesn't see it that way, though. And unfortunately, she still doesn't to this day.

[diagoose]

writing an outline for Leigh and Griffin's backstory, and mapping out potential points for early conflict. right now it boils down to Leigh saying, "I simply would avoid my divine punishment, rip to everyone else but I'm different." and then Griffin's mind imploading.