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The doors to Olympus are sturdy and strong, given everyone's preferences for drama and slamming said doors open and sending them cracking into the wall whenever the opportunity arises. Which is why it's a surprise when they creak open during the once-a-decade pantheon meeting; less so because no entity worth their salt would take so long to open the doors, and more so because everyone who is anyone is already there.
But if everyone is being honest with themselves- which no one is, usually- these gatherings are boring enough that the bland conversation is dropped immediately in favour of craning their necks to catch a glimpse of whatever is coming to relieve them of their boredom.
When the doors finally open however, several of the pantheon murmur in surprise.
"Odysseus," Athena whispers, wide-eyed as she pushes herself off her throne to her feet. It is him- in the king's garb he was buried in but the face he has when he reached home, hair till the shoulders and speckled with grey, face oddly blank. His feet are transparent.
"What are you doing here, sceptre?" Poseidon booms, hair the color of a stormy sea. Zeus, beside him, looks reserved, observing the ghost with something approaching curiosity- eyes flicking to the lightning scars on his daughter's face and back. "Your time has long passed, and Hades-"
"It is a temporary agreement," Odysseus says curtly, barely sparing him a glance as he approaches his patron. "Athena."
Her armour clinks as she steps forward and the gods all twitch, trading glances. Owls are silent creatures- to have her aspect so affected to make noise was... uneasy to say the least. She even holds herself different than usual, something like confused delight shining in her eyes. "How did you-"
"Did you sleep with my wife?"
The throne room is silent. Several jaws drop.
Athena straightens back up, blinking in surprise. She looks a bit shifty, some of the nymphs closest whisper to each other, which- well, almost every single god present owed some part of their existence to the mere story of Odysseus loving his wife.
Would he fight his own patron goddess over it in front of Mount Olympus, though? He certainly was unbalanced enough; Athena herself looked rather uncertain of her odds, even though-
"Are you addled in death, King of Ithaka?" Artemis drawls, looking amused. "Did you forget that your own patron is celibate? Whatever rumor you-"
"No, I-" Athena says suddenly, shifting her spear to her other hand. "I did."
Artemis chokes on her breath and several assorted divine beings gasp in shock and the rest shouting for explanations, although everyone is nearly drowned out by Aphrodite's loud, "WHAT?"
Odysseus inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I cannot believe you."
"She asked-" Athena starts, only to be drowned out by the din of various beings screeching and shouting about the scandal.
"ATHENA!" Hera hisses, peacock tail fanning behind her sharply as she pushes herself up. "Explain yourself!"
Athena half-turns to face her, face creased in a frown. "Mother, I-"
"LET ME REPHRASE!" Odysseus cuts in loudly, and the shouting settles down into silence. He walks to his patron, eyes blazing. "I cannot believe," he throws his clenched fists wide as he growls the last word, "-you took Penelope to bed-" Athena surprisingly stays still as he reaches her, mouth falling open as he grabs her by the chiton to yank her down, uncaring of the gasps of horror from all around as he snarls, "-before you ever kissed me."
And then Odysseus grabs Athena by the face roughly and kisses her.
This time Aphrodite's shriek cannot be escaped by anyone.
"Aphrodite, please," Zeus says a few moments later, wincing as his throne reforms around him, stained oddly pink. Quite a few minor entities have discorporated, and the ones nearest to her are still trying to regenerate their hearing. "Control yourself."
Their eyes land back on where Athena has dropped her spear- dropped her spear, Ares in the corner seems to be having some minor hysteria over this, well warranted- and is also on the floor, still being thoroughly kissed by that insufferable, mannerless hero of hers, perched on her stomach to reach. Zeus inhales in fury, Poseidon close behind him as the shock wears off, lightning crackling around his fingers as he opens his mouth to shout- of all the indignities-
"If you two ruin this for me," Aphrodite thunders, warping in front of them and glaring. "I will make you both regret it."
Both gods visibly blanch at the threat, taken aback for one brief moment. Threats from Aphrodite are far worse than any of her more violent siblings, at the end of the day.
Zeus visibly gathers himself just as Athena's helmet clatters to the floor, and he gains a second wind immediately, eye twitching as he spreads a hand to the spectacle in the middle of the hall. "WHAT MANNER OF DISRESPECT IS THIS? TO BARGE INTO OUR MEETING AND THROW ONE OF THE OLDEST GODDESSES TO THE FLOOR LIKE A COMMON WENCH-"
"Zeus," Hera says quietly. Everyone falls silent, although it's not quite enough to stop the two tangled together on the ground. She clears her throat, which finally seems to get through to Athena, who had finally seemed to have gotten over her shock enough to reach out, hands hovering over Odysseus hesitantly. Still, at the noise she seems to remember herself, pushing herself up on an elbow and dislodging him enough to break their necking. He pouts at her, but Athena's eyes are too glazed over to notice, heaving for breath.
Hera opens her mouth to speak, crown manifesting on her brow as she steps in front of the throne, but closes it as the door rattles again.
This time, the spectre shimmers with a faint hint of scales that comes with a freshwater nymph's heritage and excited whispers starved for drama explode across the room as the Queen of Ithaka steps into the room, skirts hitched in her hand and panting as if she'd been running.
"Your Graces," She bows respectfully before entering, Spartan princess through and through, until she catches sight of her husband and Athena, the former of whom seems to have taken the opportunity to start kissing the wisdom goddess again, fingers in her curls.
"What are you doing?" She snaps, rushing over. The entire courtroom holds its breath. She slaps her husband upside the head, making him yelp and move back to shoot her a betrayed look. Athena looks even further dazed than before, cheeks red. "Argos has more manners than you! No wonder Lady Athena wanted nothing to do with you- ah, hello, darling, by the way."
"Penelope," Athena murmurs hoarsely, and the Queen of Ithaka leans down to kiss her as well.
Odysseus chuckles, then jumps with everyone else as Hera slams a hand down on the throne elegantly, cracking it to the base.
"Ah, goddess-" He says, clambering off Athena to bow.
"Silence," Hera interrupts, holding up a hand, eyes cold. "You will not say anything to me apart from an explanation. My agreement for your release from Ogygia was due to the assurance that your marriage was one of the truest I have ever witnessed, conveyed by Athena herself when bartered with all of us to let you go. Tell me, was it a ploy? Because from the disgraceful looks of it, this seems to not be the case in the slightest."
Odysseus frowns, face twisting in confusion. "Athena bartered with...?" He turns to look at his patron, who stares back, unspeaking. His eyes flicker to the lightning scar over her right eye as Penelope traces it with horrified eyes and a gentle thumb, and understanding seems to dawn.
For a moment, rage seems to fill him, glaring with a hatred towards Zeus that everyone whispered later wasn't met by the god king with anger, but a flicker of remorse- before he visibly throws it away behind Athena's old smile and bows.
"God-queen," He says formally, gracefully. Hera twitches a bit, and they'll all talk later about how odd it was to so clearly see Athena's younger mannerisms in the man, down to the curl of the letters. "My marriage to Penelope has never been false, never been broken, this I promise you." He takes Penelope's hand and squeezes it for emphasis, and she raises them as acknowledgement. "But... can you not argue that Athena has been part of our marriage all this time? From its start, where she advised me on courting and her on what to look for, to the twenty years she spent with both of us- me on the battlefield and Penelope in the court; to say nothing of how she helped raise our son and lived in our palace in the days after. And is she not so unbearably beautiful that even my Penelope couldn't wait-" He shoots a glare at her, which Penelope returns with a smile. "-when the chance was presented? How can you fault us for disgrace, after being so long apart from our wife?"
Hera raises both eyebrows at the impudence, the kind of disbelieving expression that hides a warning to tread carefully. "So you claim to be both married to Pallas Athena?"
"In every way that matters except legality," Odysseus says, fearlessly. He is dead, after all, what much can you do to a shade that they didn't already put him through when alive. He is sort of worried about Athena, though, as they both help her back to her feet, Penelope busy whispering compliments and updates and endearments in turn- she's not usually one to be quiet in face of a problem.
Hera tilts her head. "Ah, but you see. I need the legality, if I am to finally-" A helpless, excited smile pulls at her lips once, twice, before unfolding into a bright grin, peacock tails unfolding to their full wingspan. "-finally arrange for a marriage for my eldest daughter who has not once- oh finally, I can hardly believe this day has come-"
"I do not like the way you grabbed her, Sacker of Troy," Ares steps forward as Hera starts ranting half to herself, half to an equally loud assemblage of joyful entities about wedding arrangements, eyes narrowed.
Odysseus barks an incredulous, loud laugh, gesturing to Athena with a slightly crazed look in his eyes. "This lady has broken- and I do not exaggerate- every single bone in my body before I saw my sixteenth year. I have punched her a hundred times in the face when she taught me how to fight. We'll survive, thanks."
"That is fair," Ares steps back, hands raised.
"What duties will you provide as spouses, Ithakan Queen?" Hestia questions, stepping forward.
"Oh, the same we did when we were living," Penelope huffs a laugh. "Keep her busy, make her laugh, be of mild frustration to her, love her well, worship her-"
"I do not. Need to know," Hestia closes her eyes and raises a hand to cut her off, stepping back. Around them, the din catches speed and volume as no further objections arise, excitement spilling into the air.
"What is happening?" Athena says faintly, looking around as if she was just waking up.
"-oh, and we can get out the decor once more! Hebe, Aphrodite, loves, do you remember where we kept the fountains-"
"-finally, a reason to celebrate! Call them all out of hiding-"
"-can't believe this is finally happening, oh sister, what songs should we-
"Why am I getting married," Athena says with much more alarm and horror. She turns to Odysseus and shakes him by the shoulder, eyes wild. "What did you do?"
"Nothing!"
"How is this nothing? Do you have any idea the headache-"
"Athena, sweetheart, will you consider changing into that beautiful piece you made for the ceremony?"
Creakily, she turns her head to Hera, disbelief pasted across her face. "Mother," She says slowly. "They are both dead."
"Oh, I'll make a deal with Hades or something, you hush!" Aphrodite leans forward and snaps, before her irritation melts back into a manic joy. "Oh, what paint shall we do?"
Paint, Athena mouths, looking afraid for possibly the first time since her conception.
Penelope laughs and tugs on Athena's hand to make her turn, tucking dishevelled curls behind her ear. She wonders if the goddess knows how beautiful she is when she's flustered. "Take us away," She whispers. On Athena's other side, Odysseus leans against their patron with a besotted, helpless smile as he stares up at her, her helmet and spear in hand. She'd missed Athena like a limb, missed her deep laugh at night when they'd discussed the day's court, the dry jokes, the hands over hers as she weaved- but Odysseus wasn't himself without her, happy though they were in Hades' lands together, all of them.
"I'm-" Athena wavers, then looks around once more at all the excited screaming, something unreadable flashing in her eyes. Almost against her will, her eyes fall to Zeus, who is sitting silently and staring back at her. Poseidon looks like he still wants to start a fight, but clearly by his wary looks below can tell he will be heavily outnumbered by the overexcited crowd to not try, but Zeus just stares back at her, face blank of any emotion.
"We ask you formally this time," King Odysseus says, walking in front of her to take her attention away, holding onto her hand. His voice has strength in it, drawing the eyes of the murmuring crowd, but he's deaf to it as he stares up at her.
"Will you be our wife?" Queen Penelope asks, joining him, watching their beautiful patron shudder for breath she does not need as her eyes flick to one of them and then the other.
"Yes," She whispers and cheers erupt all across Mount Olympus.
"Finally!" Odysseus complains, and then pulls her down once more to kiss her, all three of them fading at the edges as one of the generous gods present there- who seems to realize that they're not very inclined to stop anytime soon- thankfully teleports them away into a nice room with a large bed.
"Finally," He whispers as he breaks apart to lay her down, cupping her face, voice heavy with the longing of a full lifetime and more. Penelope circles to the head of the bed and starts undoing Athena's braid, staring at them both lovingly.
Later the ones closest will murmur, as the silhouettes faded away, that tears had slipped from proud Pallas Athena's eyes as she placed one hand against Odysseus' cheek, trembling.
"I missed you," She will whisper back, and all three of them fade away to their own story, yet to be made.
#sorry athena ur not immune to the “when will u get married” mom speech#anyways i believe in demisexual athena amen#epic the musical#odysseus#penelope#athena#odypen#you know the eyes w spirals in anime thats athena after being kissed by her bff within an inch of her life on a regular tuesday#hera#woman is on CLOUD NINE she will literally kill anyone who gets in her way this time. the wedding is gonna be great.#aphrodite#< also going crazy shes been trying to matchmake her sister for a thousand years now#ares#< extremely conflicted. has never felt protectiveness for athena before this moment . also he wants eye bleach.#hestia#“HOW WILL THEY MAKE A HOME IN THE UNDERWORLD WHAT HEARTH-”#zeus#athena hasn't spoken to him since god games.#also tbc pen Didnt know ody and athena were Not Like That. she was convinced day one that they were a package deal.#and the two of them had literally Never considered it even though it was the norm! but once he finds out that Penelope did ody casually#just like. figures out a way to get to mount olympus from hades and storm in to plant one on her#athena x odysseus x penelope#< ig?? whats the ship name#to anyone who sees this vision. join me.#odyath#penath#odypenath#my fic
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how did I not see it before it is absolutely UNHINGED behavior for Stone to draw that foam art of him and Robotnik with hearts on ROBOTNIK'S LATTE unless he feels a hundred percent flipping secure in doing so???? like there is an implication there
#like Robotnik has such a touchy temper#and I doubt a guy as eager to please as stone is for Robotnik would assume and/or hope he wouldn't notice#plus he knows that Robotnik notices everything#so obviously he knows something we don't about their relationship right????#he knows Robotnik wouldn't punch him (idk) or (overly) mock him for that image upon noticing it?????#I mean he might call it sentimental and say sentiment is for fools#but CLEARLY it would be without fangs if he did#I just find this little moment fascinating because it implies a great deal about them and the unseen precedents in their relationship#stonebotnik#stobotnik#agent stone#doctor robotnik#ivo robotnik#sonic movie universe#sonic movie 2#martianbugsbunny ships
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Ghosts & Medium AU Drabble - Moon Ritual
Not the drabble idea i mentioned before but one I wanted to write quickly :3
I am sure you can guess who this one is about :3 It is time for the gang to summon and meet Nightmare.
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Dust checks the circle he had been drawing before leaning back. Still not quite right. Damnit. This is a hard design to get right. He rubs some of the chalk away and starts with making the design again.
Cross, or well Killer in Cross's body, leans over his shoulder "Dusty!! I am bored! are we done here yet?" and he leans against Dust's back.
Dust freezes and notices that Killer is letting a hand wander. Dust hits backwards and hits the other in his face. Killer backs up wiht a groan and dsut glares over his shoulder "Stop trying to molest me every five minutes." and he turns back to his circle.
He fucking hopes this works. Otherwise Dust is not sure how to get Killer to unsync from Cross's body.
Cross floats near him. still hiding his face "I am so sorry." Dust just shrugs as he keeps working on the circle.
Ash glares at where Killer lays holding his skull groaning "You are a disappointment and a waste of life force and soul energy." Ash nods and floats towards Dust's side.
Dust tries to focus on the circle but hears Horror gently tell Killer to not bother Dust when he is working. That distracting Dust could end up getting him hurt.
Dust checks his notes again before looking back at the circle. It seems right...
Cross looks over his shoulder and tilts his skull "It is unlike any demon summoning circle i have ever seen before..."
Dust hums "It shouldn't." It wasn't a demon summoning circle at all after all. All the symbols and texts he had found decribed this being as a Fallen. Which can be read in different ways.
But Dust reasoned a demon wouldn't be called a Fallen. especially not a powerful demon. So he skipped the whole standard set up and worked from scratch.
Whichc is why it took him a while to get this one ready but it should work!
Of course Dust hasn't been able to test the ritual he made just yet and it isn't like you can really practise rituals safely. The whole summoning a being makes that a bit complicated.
Dust sighs as he steps back from the circle and nods. That is the best he can make it with his limited supplies.
Dust walks to the side and starts making a larger containment and shelter circle around the ritual circle. Best to make sure that whoever he summons is protected. It would be useless to summon someone only for them to die or get destroyed by say the very air.
Ash frowns as he checks the circle himself "You didn't specify which type of being you are summoning."
Dust shrugs "I don't know for sure what it is." He has ideas but if he puts in the wrong species he may just make the circle blow up on him. He can know, it happened before.
Ash frowns at it before floating to his side again "Make sure to add a desummon symbol just in case you can't make a deal and need to get rit of it."
Dust nods "Will do." He makes sure to put the desummon sigil between the containment circle and the shelter circle. Making sure the shelter one is the most outwards one and the being can't reach through the containment one to mess with the desummon sigil.
Once finished he checks all the marks and sigils before nodding as he walks back to the spot he had been preparing for himself. He checks his own protection circle and makes sure to prepare an antimagic shield as well. Ready to be activated when he wants it to.
Well. That is all the preparations he can do for this.
Well...almost. he turns towards the ghosts and actual person following him around "I am going to do the ritual. I need everyone, ghosts included, to stay within this circle." It will be a bit snug but he didn't feel like it was a good idea to experiment with hsi protection circle right before summoning an unknown being.
Horror frowns at him "Will you be okay? Takes a lot of magic."
Dust nods "I am fine."
Horror still looks deeply unhappy "But you skipped breakfast and lunch for this... shouldn't you eat before doing this?"
Dust shrugs as he walks towards the safe spot "I will be fine." and it isn't like he got the fonds to buy something at the moment. He needs to make the little he have last longer for as long as he can.
He just does not want to try to do another job and have Killer invite another ghost along. Nothing against Horror, he is very nice and behaves while being helpful, but he does not want another ghost anchored to his soul. There are already three now and Dust does not want to figure out what happens to a soul if too many beings use it as anchor.
He enters the circle and a moment later Killer is hugging him from behind. Dust glares "Killer!" fuck Cross's body is very warm and solid. That guy may be a priest but you would think he is a soldier or fighter or something with how strong he is.
Killer just hums as he tugs his skull and face right by Dust's neck and shoulder "What is wrong my bunny? I am in the circle aren't I?" Dsut can hear the grin in his voice. Then Killer hums happily "mmmh.... so warm and you smell so nice."
Dust glares and wiggles a bit but he is very stuck "You are fucking weird. Let go now. I need my arms for this."
Killer moves his arms around and he is now hugging Dust's lower middle and has his hands on his hips.
Dust uses his newly freed arm to hit Killer in the middle wiht his elbow. Fucking hell what the fuck does Cross EAT?! That guy's body is fucking all muscle and that is fucking impressive for an actual skeleton. How much trianing does it take for a skeleton's passive magic to be that strong and trained?!
Killer groans but finally lets go.
Dust glares at him "Back of the circle or so help me I am kicking you out and let whatever i summon do whatever with you."
Cross yelps and flaots closer "wait! Dust! Please don't! That isn't Killer's body remember!" he looks begging at him.
Dust sighs and nods. He knows. Which is why he hasn't done much more damage to the stupid flirt.
Talking and thinking about that stupid flirt. Killer lays on the ground by his legs and winks "I don't mind you on top of me Dusty. Just had to ask and I am happy to provide~"and he winks again!
Dust swears he sometimes wonders if there is just something in Killer's sockets which makes him wink this much!
Dust sighs and checks if all the ghosts are near as well. Everyone seems fine so he holds up his hands and concentrates. He knows that the blue in his eye light lights up. colouring all the circles first blue.
Dust lets his magic explore the circles and what to do where. Once he has a good feeling for it he concentrates and any blue turns a violet colour.
Dust mutters some old spells from long ago. They don't do anything but they help him concentrate his magic. Ways to make it easier to use the magic.
The summon circle lights up purple and Dust waits. He knows Ash is holding his breath.
Then it turns bright cyan and flames seem to rise form the circle. Dust pulls his own magic back as the summoning circle has been activated.
Ash shudders as he glides close to Dust's shoulder "that.... is very powerful... what exactly are you summmoning again?"
Dust feels his soul fill with anxiety. Maybe this was a bad idea... He glances around and sees that everyone seems troubled. Killer is shaking and has taken to holding Dust close against his front. Arms locking him in place but this time Killer doesn't even seem to be trying to sneak a feel. Just holding him close. Dust can feel Killer's soul shivering and shuddering agianst his own back.
Horror seems close to hyperventilating as he seems to hold his own middle. Staring in front of him and his other hand seems to be worrying his headwound.
Cross is straight up shaking and muttering things to himself. looking close to a panic attack.
Then Dust remembers it, something specific in the notes he took. he grabs his notebook and starts searching for the right pages.
A being that brings negativity. It finds your weakness and exploids it for its own amusement.
Is this being causing this?
"Dust?"
It has to be right?
"Dust!"
But then it would be strong enough to already affect people without really having to be present!
"Dust!!"
Dust glares at Ash "What I am thinking." Obviously!
Ash points and Dust turns only to freeze.
There is a being made of someking of black goo. It is dripping in the circle and staring right at them with one shining glowing cyan eye.
Staring.
Waiting.
Dust quickly checks his notes. It isn't a fae so the fact the others said his name shouldn't matter. It is a being which thrieves on emotions and-
oh.
Dust closes his sockets and takes afew deep breaths. Mind over matter.
He is fine.
He prepared for this.
This thing can't hurt him.
He is okay.
His soul calms downa dn with it so do his emotions.
He looks at the others "Calm down. They won't be able to get to us." his feet is right by the activation symbol for the magical shield. HE doesn't think this is magic and so won't waste it right now. "It gets its powers from negative emotions. probably is causing them too. chill."
Ash looks at him and nods. He concentrates and obviously calms down. Dust knows his brother well and his brother knows him. Ash knows Dust wouldn't say that unless he is very sure.
Cross looks unsure but floats closer to Dust before calming a bit. seemingly trusting Dust to know what he is saying.
Hah. Dust hopes so.
Killer frowns at him and just pulls him closer. He clearly still doens't trust it and that is fine. as long as he remains calm and collected... which Dust knows is too mcuh to ask of Killer because it is Killer but Dust puts that out of his mind.
horror is harder to calm down just because Dust doens't know Horror that well but it seems Horror had been watching them already. Dust speaks calmly "Nothing you feel is what you feel really. It is just them doing this." Dust hopes. He isn't sure if this being can actually physically make their fake pains real but his shielding should protect them from it. It is too protect against harm after all.
Horror frowns but nods and pulls away from the wound and his middle.
Okay. Okay. He got this.
"Impressive. Waht gave it away that it was fake?"
Dust is shocked by this being's voice. It is deep and calm. The eye seems amused but Dust isn't sure how to ready this being just yet.
His growing and forming migraine isn't helping either. It is getting almost painful to concentrate on them. And Dust knows it is because this is a strong creature. Almost like his body tries to warn him when he gets near something too powerful for him to handle.
This being is much too powerful for him to have summoned. Oh shit.
The being tilts its head as it continues to look at him.
Right! It had asked a question.
Dust considers not answering them but if he wishes for them to break the bonds keeping Killer stuck in Cross's body he needs to have abit of a positive standing.
So. Chitchat.
Dust shrugs "Looked through some stuff... it mentioned you are connected to emotions and bonds made with those. Not specifically harming others at a distance."
The being nods as it looks abck to the circles "Interesting circles. I never seen any like them before. Usual people try the more..." they smirk "Traditional circles to get me. You know the ones. sacrifices."
Dust frowns as he looks to the side "Fucking idiots is what those people are. Why use does something that uses emotions have of something dead?"
The thing's smirk grows and they nods "Very true. Rather unimpressive and does not do well to impressive someone. For that matter. You have my attention. What did you wish of me... Dust was it?"
Dust nods "It still is." he rubs his notebook "I want to make a deal."
They grin and purr as they speak "Of course you do. What would you need of me?"
Dust points with his thumb over his shoulder to Killer "There is a poltergeist in this body that should not be in it. I want him out of this body so the original spirit who the body belongs to can enter it again."
The being tilts his skull again before focussing their sight on Killer. Dust can hear Killer start to growl and feel his grip on himself tighten.
The other looks amsued "You sure? He seems very fond of you."
Dust makes sure to look unimpressed and keep his voice deadpan "That is the problem. As spirit he is a lot easier to ignore. Now he is mobile and can cause property damage."
The being chuckles as they look at them all. Their magic glowing and reaching but the shield does its work and keeps them out. Dust raises a brow and the other smiles innocently "Can't blame me for trying." then a moment later as he looks thoughtful "huh... interesting."
Cross sounds nervous "what is?!"
The other looks amused "What exactly caused you to.... have your body... borrowed?"
Cross looks embarrassed as he crosses his arms. Yeah no. Dust does not have time for this. "The spirit was first anchorred to me. I asked Cross to remove said anchor. His ritual went wrong and this is the new situation."
The other chuckles as they shake their head "Of course it didn't work. You did a trade ritual."
Dust stops. So THAT is why the ritual circles had looked weird! Cross looks panicked "waht is that?! It can't have been... I used a ritual from old priest scrolls!"
the other nods "Yeah that would do it. It used to be the only way priests could get dmeons and spirits out of the victims bodies or away from them. By offering a trade. instead of just feeling parts of alive or temporary possessing they would offer their own bodies for the spirit. Giving the spirit a much better place to reside and live instead of the victim." more amsuement "of course... the priests using this also made sure to eat and drink holy to make sure that while their body was a free ride it also became a deathtrap."
Cross looks beyond alarmed "I didn't know that! Dust!!"
Dust holds up his hands "You came to me with that ritual. How was i suposed to know what it did?"
Cross waves his hands "You always know stuff about rituals!"
Dust groans but looks at the other being "Can you fix it?" because that is the real question.
The other seems to think for a moment. tap their chin before making a so-so motion "I may have a solution but it isn't what your friend probably wants. I can not undo the ritual completely but i can change it. I can make it that the poltergeist is no longer the holder and owner of the body."
Cross is already nodding but Dust frowns "What would happen if we did that route?"
They look amused "It means that his body? Becomes more of an... open territory, at least temporary. It means that if the spirit is strong enough and stubborn enough they can claim the body for a while to inhabit. the exact limits depends on the spirit and the body."
Cross sputters "You mean! My body becomes like a... a... rental?!"
the other stops and seems to think it over before nodding "In a way. Eventually your body and spirit should recover enough themselves to make it so you are anchored to your own body again. That is usually how the priests regained full control themselves after destroying the being they trapped. They would stay on holy ground to make sure no spiritis challenged their claims over their body. but that is all i can do."
Dust frowns "would cross need to be the only one in his body for that to work?" if that is the case they would need to get to the chapel real soon after Killer got evicted.
The other shakes his head "Not specifically. He would get his claim over his body back faster if he stayed on holy ground but even on neutral ground as someone else possesses him his body would know this is not the spirit that is suposed to be in it. and eventually kick it out. again, when this happens depends on the spirit and body themselves."
Dust frowns. meaning. Cross will eventually regain his full body control but it would take time. Killer, or any spirit for that matter, could possesses him and gain control over Cross's body. Leaving his spirit out of it. This would stay this way until either Cross can repossess himself over the spirit's control, or until cross's body realises the problem itself and kick out the uninvited guest.
He looks at Cross "Can you live with that?"
Cross seems to think before nodding.
Cool. at least this ritual and the near mental or emotional breakdowns weren't for nothing. Dust turns back to the being "What would you want in return for payment?"
The being hums and grins "a favor?"
Dust glares "No."
The being sighs but doens't sound disappointed or surprised "Can't blame me for trying." then he looks at them again. clearly in thought.
They nod and smile "I want a very specific thing. An artifact I lost a while ago. I want you. To find it and bring me to it so i can reclaim it."
Dust raises a brow "So you wnat me to find it and summon you near it?"
The other smirks and shakes his skull "I want you to make haste to find it. So i will remain here in this realm as you search it. the deal is completed as soon as i have it back in my possession. and then any debt is repayed."
Dust stands there and groans "Are you fucking kidding me!?" he covers his skull as he just hangs his head in his hands.
Killer holds him clsoer "Dusty? what is wrong?"
Ash however is cursing as well as he figured it out too.
Dust glares "I already HAVE three spirits stuck to me! Two of which who werne't invited! Why would i add another one to that!?"
The other smiles as he crosses his arms "that is my price."
Dust glares "I am not even sure if i can savely make another anchor. This is too high risk." not to forget he doesn't even know if this being needs a stronger connection or takes more magic to be here. Dust only has so much energy and magic.
The being waves it off "I wouldn't be anchored to you. I would be anchored to the very concept of our deal. The reason I would be here and be able to stay would only be because of the deal. the deal is completed? I will return to my realm and you would be debtfree."
Dust frowns as he thinks it over. okay at least not another anchor. he frowns "What if i can't get the artifact?"
The other being smirks "the debt would remain. but i am not unfair. sometimes people can still complete tasks from beyond the grave and i am patient."
Dust frowns "what is even the artifact?"
The being smiles "Why would you need to know?"
Dust glares "I would need to know if i need to find it."
the being considers it before nodding "It is an artifact normally used for rituals connected to the god of destruction."
Dust thinks for a moment before his sockets widen. He may have a clue... He knows that the cults have been obsessed with a god of destruction.
Dust nods "Okay. you break the bond now. and in trade i help you get to that artifact." Ash looks unsure but clearly trusts him tom know what he is doing.
The being smiles as he holds out a hand. it glows cyan "So. we have a deal?"
Dust nods "We have a deal." he exits the protective circle and goes to the very edge of the containment circle.
They stare at each other.
the being smirks as they hold out a hand "I. Nightmare. King of negativity agree to the terms of the prediscussed deal. which consists that i will remove the spirit stuck in Cross's body and remove the claim it has under it. In return Dust will assist in the search of the artifact used in rituals of the destroyer. once this artifact is foudn the deal is complete and will be done."
Dust takes a deep breath as he raises his hand and covers it with his own magic aura. only a soft weak violet light compared to the fluorescent blue that the being, Nightmare, gives off.
They shake hands and Dust can see the magic settle on his own hand and a small cyan mark on his hand. it is shaped like a moon.
He takes his hand back and Nightmare steps out of the circle "Very good circle work. I look forwards to working with you." Nightmare walks right over to Killer in Cross's body.
Killer glares but Nightmare does not look impressed. He grabs the soul and motions towards the soul. the soul turns cyan blue and Nightmare pulls his arm and hand back.
Dust watches as the soul is forcefully removed ffrom Cross's body and Kilelr's spirit follows it.
Cross's body goes limp as Nightmare holds Killer away from the body. a small line of red connecting the two. Nightmare grabs the line and snaps it.
Cross gapss and dives back into his own body.
Ngihtmare releases both Cross and Killer and crosses his arms.
Cross taps and checks his own body before falling to the ground "oh fuck... fuck i am me. Dust! Dust thank you so much!"
Ngihtmare looks amsued "It will take time before spirits can't easily possess you anymore. I would skip making or doing rituals for a while."
Killer pouts and floats over to Dust and pouts at him "But dusty. Now i can't join you in bed anymore."
Dust glares "You weren't welcome to begin with."
okay.
okay!
Cross's body situation is mostly sorted or will be sorted over time.
Which just leaves. getting Killer and Horror disconnected from him.
Maybe after this deal is complete he can discuss with Nightmare about other deals to unanchor both of them.
For now! Best repay the debt before he adds to it...
Time to do some more reading and research on this cult of destruction.
#utmv#Ghosts & medium au#dust sans#killer sans#horror sans#cross sans#dusttale papyrus#nightmare sans#and there is it!#Nightmare has joined the harem- I MEAN! Party... 👀#Dust made a deal! and nightmare is here to stay until dust helps him find the artifact.#nightmare just wants to spend moe time near these beings with a lot of emotions and get a bit of a boost.#the artifact is just something he can use to boost his powers a bit but not that important#so that if it looks like dust can't find it nightmare can mercyfully offer a different deal instead.#nightmare always makes backup plans.#joke is on him#dust is a nosey asshole and had been keeping an eye on the cult activity because they steal his work.#dust is 100% here to fuck up the day of a cult. he loves ruining days of other people :D#so yes. hi nightmare welcome to the harem. you will fall in love soon enough.#also cross's body is now free realm estate.#though his body will kick spirits who don't belong out now. before it couldn't do that because cross gave his body to killer.#problem is that cross is sensitive to possession and get easily possessed now.#They will figure it out together :D#“a bit of body switching ans sharing is a great way to build relationships!” - killer probably
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The most common word in the mouths of American soldiers has been the vulgar expression for sexual intercourse. This word does duty as an adjective, adverb, verb, noun, and in any other form it can possibly be used, however inappropriate and ridiculous in application. Many soldiers seem hardly able to utter a sentence without using it at least once. Apparently they derive a vague satisfaction by invoking the word itself, habitual and thoughtless as its employment becomes.
j glenn gray, the warriors: reflections on men in battle (1959)
Some scholars have argued that during and after World War I and World War II, people began to swear more than they had in the past. The particular horrors of those wars—the constant threat of death by poison gas and machine guns, trench warfare, incendiary bombing—led to feelings of rage and helplessness that needed an outlet in frequent swearing. […] Swearing in the armed forces was so ubiquitous that fuck really wasn’t such a bad word.
melissa mohr, holy shit: a brief history of swearing (2013)
[Obscene expressions] are applied to situations and experiences of crucial importance to the person but which are apparently devoid of sexual connotation. They are merely expressive of the conception of virility, masculinity, and freedom from social restraint of an exclusively male world.
frederick elkin, “the soldier’s language” (1946)
Some of the licensed obscenities of soldiers may be grounded in a folk belief about the advisability of turning away any compliment with a deprecatory remark that might serve to ward away the evil eye. “Fuck you,” “go fuck yourself,” “get fucked,” “fuck off,” and “fucking” used as an adjectival modifier were derogatory usages that were voluminously used by some soldiers to deride or devalue anything of a serious nature that was said by anyone.
les cleveland, “soldiers’ songs: the folklore of the powerless” (1984)
#and in conclusion#any sentence in band of brothers that doesnt include fuck is ahistorical and cowardly#in the wastelands of google trying to find the evidence i know exists on the contemporary decisionmaking re profanity in the show#and found a great deal of very interesting greatest generation dismemory abt how grandad didnt say those naughty modern words!!#a dismal gay lincoln attitude of ‘modern degeneracy creeping backward and infecting history’#and to that i say haha suckers heres citations#histfic
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Boldly onward, never changing course.
[william bush, requested by @sanguinarysanguinity and @quatregats]
#em draws stuff#hornblower#william bush#the great napoleonic pokemon au#some liberties taken with the paldean aqua tauros here but I think it turned out quite well#regional pokemon my beloved... I wanted to give him a tauros for the Vibes and was delighted to find there was a Water Tauros#now. I assume it is difficult to keep the Large Beast content belowdecks when it's outside its pokeball#so presumably he pulls it out during battle for the most part and goes Rampaging Damage-Dealing#also. here I got to ask the question of What Does A Nineteenth-Century Pokeball Look Like#the answer I propose is The Orb From Treasure Planet#not Quite as satisfied with bush himself as I'd like to be (his face looked better in the sketch) but it's a tough angle for me#and I do like that the end of his queue makes the same shape as the ends of the tails :)
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“Ford is irredeemably self-centered” this, “Ford’s a bad person” that, etc…
Alright. Tell me then.
What was he supposed to do?!?!
Be a better brother? Ford loved Stan! When they were children, Ford took care of his brother as best he could. But Ford was also a kid in a bad situation, and there were limits to what he could do. Not to mention that Stan relied so heavily on Ford that it honestly wasn’t healthy for either of them. Stan couldn’t stand by himself and he wasn’t trying. They were both struggling; maybe pin that on the parents instead of the kids.
Not be angry at Stan for messing with his experiment? Of course Ford was angry! This was his dream college; in that moment he thought his entire future was crumbling. I assure you, if my sibling had ruined my chances of getting into my dream school I would have been more than a little upset, and I’m sure the same goes for most of the people reading this. Of course, Ford did hold onto that anger for considerably longer than was justified, but in this case I would argue that Ford less “held a grudge for 10 years out of spite” and more “never got the chance to make things right with his brother and held onto that anger because it was better than the nauseating guilt over that final argument, the uncertainty at times that his brother was even alive.” (Which is not to say that Ford isn’t spiteful. Our man has plenty of spite. But him being spiteful is not the only thing going on here.) Which brings us to our next point.
Stop Stan from being kicked out? How?! That household does not appear to have been a safe place for either of the brothers. Should Ford have gotten himself kicked out too? Should he have known exactly what to say to talk his father down - the man who just violently threw his twin out of the house? Ford didn’t kick Stan out. He just wasn’t able to stop it from happening, and that’s not something any teen should be blamed for.
Behave himself when reuniting with Stan at the culmination of the worst period of his life thus far? There’s stress. And then there’s being dangerously sleep-deprived and at the mercy of a horrifying demon that betrayed you, leaving you alone in a shack in the woods with no one to call for help except your estranged brother, who’s complaining about a mullet, of all things. Yeah, I’m not going to say Ford’s behavior was anything other than atrocious here. But really. How well would you handle that?
Thanked his brother? Stan could have destroyed the universe; it makes sense that Ford’s upset! He’s also had literally decades to stew in the terror and fury he experienced in those last moments before falling through the portal (something which almost certainly would not have happened if it weren’t for Stan). Again, Ford’s not acting like the world’s best brother here, but it’s understandable.
Ford’s not perfect. He can be arrogant, spiteful, and bitter. He makes serious mistakes (often due to his own hubris) that put himself, his loved ones, and sometimes the entire universe in grave peril. Ford is, in fact, deeply flawed. That’s part of what makes him a fun character! It’s also what makes him a well-written and believable character. Yes, Ford acts like a jerk. He does so quite often.
Ford also spends nearly the entire narrative bouncing from one deeply toxic situation to another, desperately trying to survive and make life better for himself and his family and watching as his brother makes mistake after mistake - sometimes making choices with severe, negative consequences on Ford’s own life.
Ford is doing the best he can. He’d not a bad person. He tries to be good. He tries to do the right thing.
He just fails sometimes.
Don’t we all?
#say it with me#Ford. Is Not. A Bad. Person.#He’s Doing. The Best. He Can.#And The Narrative. Is Dealing Him. An Unbelievably. Shitty. Hand.#anyway don’t come after Ford y’all#i will die on this hill#(and don’t come after Mabel either that’s an entirely different post and hill I will die on)#actually let’s be kind to the entire Pines family#I love them#they’re great#and so well written#wow this post is a bit agressive uh…#sorry but the Ford hate makes me irrationally upset#and I might be overcorrecting a bit because the intention was not to excuse Ford’s behavior at every junction#just. he screwed up. he did. but I understand his choices at every junction? so I find it hard to be angry at him?#gravity falls analysis#gravity falls#stanford pines#gravity falls stanford#grunkle ford#ford pines#gravity falls ford#wow lots of tags um…#sorry im new to the fandom and still figuring out which fandom tags to use#madbard rambles
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Modern AU in which Gale and Raphael are professors at the same university, and sort of in a friendly rivalry with each other. Whenever they meet somewhere on campus, they break out in impromptu poetry slams, reciting texts against each other. And when I say against, I mean it.
I cannot stress enough that they have nothing against each other in this AU, you'll likely even see them having a drink together at the fanciest bar in town the same evening, but they just constantly try to one-up each other, which is always an absolutely delightful show for everyone who happens to witness such an instance.
One day it'd absolutely come down to them reciting the entirety of Faust among the two of them, with Gale as Faust, and Raphael as - oh, the irony - Mephistopheles.
#Tristan talks#Gale Dekarios#Raphael the cambion#Gale would 100% teach some sort of science subject#Physics or astronomy or something#Raphael? I'm not sure#I'd love to see him in literature because it's interesting as hell#but he'd probably also be great in something like business/economics or politics or law#Y'know#Stuff that deals with contracts#They also each probably speak 8 languages fluently#They could recite the original German version of Faust#as a veritable crowd would gather around them watching with dropped jaws (and panties)#And then at some point#near the end of the semester#someone finds out that they've been married for 15 years 😂#Because ngl I ship the hell out of them in this AU
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while it is EXCELLENT for kdj to realize that he's "stolen" the stories meant for yjh as a way to mirror this scenario's reward, and to deal with the cognitive dissonance of confronting the fact that he has been acting as a protagonist while not viewing himself as one... he's still off base, in my opinion, by assuming that yjh's current lack of confidence is solely due to kdj's "theft" of yjh's usual position in the world. yjh is certainly feeling like kdj is the one meant to clear the scenarios, not him, but the trigger for that self-doubt isn't even down to the fact that kdj is doing the scenarios better. it's that kdj is doing the scenarios better, and keeps leaving yjh behind.
if kdj keeps sticking around, yjh might still have an identity crisis, as is necessary for his continual growth as a person, but at least he won't be left off-balance by having the companion he trusts continually abandon him to figure things out on his own. he'll be able to grow from a place of relative stability and mutual connection with those around him, rather than constantly feeling like he has to scramble around trying to fill the hole kdj keeps punching out of the world. he'd be all right with kdj surpassing him as long as he felt sure kdj would keep handling things well!
#nic's great orv reread#the thing about yjh that kdj kind of doesn't understand. is that a part of yjh Desperately wants to be given a script to follow.#see also 1863. see also the epilogues.#he still has a need for independence and that can win out. but as long as there's mutual trust he can deal Just Fine#with someone else calling the shots#he'll find his own place in the world kdj. IF YOU WILL HELP AND SUPPORT HIM RATHER THAN DYING ALL THE DAMN TIME.
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No, never. Missy! I will never stand with Doctor!
#simm!master#missy#gomez!master#tenth doctor#twelfth doctor#doctor x master#doctor who#dwedit#dw#*#not even trying to consistently color this one soz ✌️#so i was thinking abt the change in simm!master's attitude from eot (“get out of the way”) to s10 (“i will never stand with the doctor”)...#and like. what if you voluntarily saved the doctor by throwing yourself back into the time war#the war that you made yourself human to escape from the first time round#dragged back to gallifrey at the mercy of the ppl who you just opposed? (the people who engineered your insanity in the first place?)#when missy asks him to go to gallifrey with her & 12 says ''you'll be clapped irons'' yeah i'm sure it was a great deal more than that#for the deserter. for the person who they cursed as a child & still failed to bring about their salvation#for the someone who tried to kill the founder of all time lord society#and then when gallifrey is saved... does the doctor (again: whose life you saved!!! when you last saw each other) come looking for you? no#you have to get yourself out. and when you find yourself trapped & the doctor finally does appear... what does he say to you?#''so they cured your little condition and kicked you out'' !!!!#like. yeah. i think simm!master is totally in the right for not listening to a single thing 12 says past that point. lmao.
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Lawlight likers may be an insufferable presence in the fandom to other kinds of Death Note heads, but be serious, how much of the longevity of the fandom do you think this ship is actually responsible for?
#i would venture to say a great deal of the longevity#that's all im sayin hahaha#that being said i dont disagree that its probably quite annoying at times#if youre someone who just finds it like nails on a chalkboard or sthg...#but i feel like a lot of what death note is known and loved and remembered for is this relationship specifically...#remove it from the story/fandom altogether and i dont think it would still be nearly as much of a thing#as it is now even 20 years down the road#lawlight#death note#p
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I feel like you would love Wander Over Yonder.
I WOULD AND I DO!!!!! I’VE SEEN WOEFULLY LITTLE OF IT and really, really, really want to commit to it. both times i’ve tried to watch it i’ve loved it immensely. i really need to commit myselffffff!! but in what very very little i’ve seen i’ve adored it. i love the energy i love the cartooning I LOVE WANDER!!!!!!!!!! i feel like since i’ve gotten into LT, where every character is some sort of absolute freak and has their own unique set of issues, i haven’t been Advertising my sheer adoration of obnoxiously happy little guys (to the chagrin of everyone around them). characters like SpongeBob, Lazlo, Chowder, Stimpy…. it’s definitely my favorite character archetype and Wander more than fits the criteria which is why i need to watch!!!! i’ve had multiple people say it’s an Eliza Show and i very much stand by that having only seen like 2 episodes
also, the prophecy is fortold because i drew this exact pose with Lazlo and Lumpus once upon a millenium. which i can’t look for right now because i’m on mobile. but mark my woids.
#anonymous#asks#I LIKE#i consider Daffy sometimes to be a de facto member of this archetype#which is funny because he’s most known for being a miserable asshole#and even in the examples i’m thinking of he’s still an asshole. and can be prone to miserable tendencies#but the 40s duck there is a subset of shorts where it’s like#he’s committed to his mission and will act congenial and nice and pleasant to his adversaries and often doesn’t know or care that they’re#adversaries and keeps annoying the hell out of them and is never discouraged or beaten down#and it’s so pleasant and genuinely inspiring to watch#The Stupor Salesman comes to mind in that regard and that’s one where he does get annoyed at times!!!!#or like ummmm. Scrap Happy Daffy where he finds this Nazi goat and his first instinct is to make a sales pitch for an alkaseltzer to#alleviate an upset stomach. obviously he doesn’t know the goat is a ‘Nat-zee’ yet and is quick to reverse course#but just that his first instinct of dealing with this enemy is to call him condescending endearing nicknames (‘it’s a poor little sick#billy goat! hey William!’) instead of being like WHO ARE YOU WHY ARE YOU HERE#stuff like that is why i have clung to him so ferociously and find great empowerment in his unflappability and steadfast determination#and i’ve also clung to him because of his flaws and chips and stuff as well#i love Daffy Duck this is not new
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Did you retire
heaven forbid someone take some time away from fandom to get their health back to normal lol
no, im just biding my time in the gutter waiting for you to walk by
#ask me stuff!#this is the second time ive gotten a message like thisrecently#cool your jets#i can assure you i am still unhinged about my blorbos#and im finally playing the stardew update so im hoping to get back to my stardew au soon#i am however still dealing with health stuff both not great and obnoxious so just#have some patience or find some other fandom people to follow for the time being#like i wish i could retire FROM MY JOB so i could make gay art and pottery all day#but who knows if ill ever get to actually do that in however many decades#now pls excuse me i have to go schedule an MRI for my wrist bc i think the cyst has grown and started pressing on my ulnar nerve there#thats the obnoxious health thing#forgive me im cranky lmao
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Bonnie and Hunter from Little Red Memories! 🐺💞🐰
A game released by @smilestrawbunny
#nmbw#little red memories#smilestrawbunny#Bonnie#hunter#rpg maker horror#rpg maker#a genuinely interesting game with pretty great themes on dealing with trauma and finding a new home#although this couple is very unconventional lol but it’s fun#also I just really like romance lol….
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new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately
#warhammer rogue trader#rogue trader#marazhai aezyrraesh#von valancius#if i ever mention about marazhai going insane on the voidship this is what i want you to think of#understimulated predator animal in a cage claws itself open#its worse with her but i do think he generally feels kinda insane anyway#yeah he's tricked into thinking she's tolerable and a fair alternative to the arena then hes taken to the voidship#yrliet [who was the fixation until now] tries to warn him about her before getting her head bashed in infront of him#spirit stone smashed into shards for ritual use body dragged off for vague poor medical knowledge dissection#he is now thinking the arena might not be so bad after all. except he's got no way to back out of this so hes screaming clawing at the wall#shes not giving him up willingly and the only person who could take him by force is calcazar whos not a great alternative tbh!#so he gets to go insane being bait for the chaos god he's already ocd fixated is stealing his soul [on top of normal drukhari fears]#and he's not able to maul anyone else while locked up so its just him dealing with this alone! yay#she doesnt give a shit about pasqal until he gets xenotech in him. then he goes to the trophy room too for study/more grafts#heinrix is most likely captive in the trophy room too with his death faked so he cant snitch#idira Almost got in trouble too for the implant she gets from tervantias but then it breaks and this lass is just angry at her#the Only reason she doesnt feed her to the wolves and kick her out is her door. and she is now trying to force it open with a crowbar#abelard has to deal with her shit and manage it socially. he never thought he'd want to retire but fucking hell when can he quit#she likes jae mostly for her connections. toxic yuri theyre both using eachother#she briefly idolises achilleas for bringing her to commorragh but then finds out he did it under torture and didnt want to. mad at him#he can make it up to her once hes a wrack though [he is going next to marazhai. this will only improve both their mental states]#can you tell this freak is a piece of work yet#shes got screams of the damned volume 3 playing across the ship and shes having a great time but is completely deadpan the whole time#unrelated! you can finally see my idea of marazhai next to a normal fucking human good god. yeah i think hes huge
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