#heh this happens to have the stories Twitch is streaming today

[flynnspeaks]

Flynn Marathons Doctor Who, Part 15

(for anyone needing caught up–I’m doing a watch of Doctor Who from the very beginning of the show, bingewatching it by episode instead of by serial (which I find to be closer to the original spirit of the episodes, albeit still nothing like it at all), and then doing a writeup roughly every three serials or so)

Starting up Season 6:

The Dominators: Utter garbage. Misconcieved on just about every level, this is awful. The Dominators are silly, stupid villains, the Quarks are more cute than threatening (even their deaths are adorable--they’re the Troughton era’s answer to the Chumblies, except that the Chumblies were supposed to be friendly), and the story’s treatment of pacifism wrong-headed and insulting. I’ll admit, I’m biased against this one since going in I knew it was gonna be a turkey, but honestly as soon as they spent the first like five minutes of the episode setting up characters they immediately kill off I knew we were in for a rocky time--made even worse by the fact we haven’t had a story of this poor quality since at least The Celestial Toymaker--even Tomb for all its massive faults had a bunch of assorted good bits and pieces to hold it together in the end. This is just...wretched.

One interesting note--through the story is consistently wretched, it’s stunning how much the last two episodes pick up in quality (mostly because things actually happen for once). I remember reading that Sherwin and Terrance Dicks rewrote the last couple episodes once the story was truncated and it wouldn’t surprise me--as the old Sheldon Harnick quote goes “the problem with washing garbage is after you’re done it’s still garbage”, but Sherwin and Dicks make a valiant effort to produce at least well-paced and lively garbage.

There are scattered moments of pleasure to be had to keep it from being a complete waste of time--Zoe continues to work wonders as a companion, and I actually rather enjoy Jamie’s part of the story with Cully. And...fuck, I dunno, there’s a cute moment in Episode 1 with Balan testing one of his students? It’s all so little in such a bad story.

The Mind Robber: Ahhhhh and how great to go from that trainwreck to this wonderfully beautiful story. This is without a doubt my favorite Troughton, and you know what, my favorite Doctor Who story outright. This is phenomenal--playful and inventive, with loads of memorable bits and bobs.

I so adore the central premises here--the idea that events that are written after the fact are history, but if it’s written before the action it’s fiction; and then the notion that things only have power if you believe they do. It hadn’t donned on me until this rewatch, but this story had a phenomenal impact on my own personal worldviews, and it’s gratifying to see the strands that led me to my current place in life (also fun coincidence--this story features a cameo in D’Artagnan from The Three Musketeers, which I just a couple months ago provided the underscoring for a stage adaptation). I love the conceit of Gulliver, and the twist towards the end of the Doctor for once not being able to disbelieve in Karkus because he’s never heard of the character before (which leads into the delightful scene where Zoe kicks the Karkus’ ass).

This whole story is just delightful. If you ever get a chance, check it out--even if you’re not into Classic Who, or even Who in general, give this a shot. You won’t regret it.

The Invasion: Easily the best Cybermen story of the classic series (my own idiosyncratic love of “The Tenth Planet” notwithstanding). The decision to structure the story as essentially two linked four-parters, with the reveal of the Cybermen leading into the second half, is very clever, and keeps the story developing nicely over the course of its runtime (it also does a good job of making each individual episode feel distinct in of itself, which helps when you’re bingewatching these some fifty years later).

Delaying the Cybermen’s entrance also prevents the story from resting on its laurels and assuming scenes of Cybermen menacing people would be sufficient. Instead it spends time developing the world the Cybermen invade, particularly Tobias Vaugn, who’s an absolutely wonderful villain played perfectly by Stoney (his turn at the end is sublime, particularly as it’s motivated out of spite instead of compassion). All the side characters here are great, from the Brigadier and UNIT to Professor Watkins and his daughter (I love the minor subplot about her photography and Zoe modelling for her). The only bum note here is the awful awful bit of sexism in the backhalf of the episode, all the more for how it makes feminism the butt of a joke. Other than that, though, this is really a wonderful story.

The Krotons: Good, though mostly from the perspective of “this is the debut story of one of the best writers Doctor Who has ever had” than it is from the perspective of “the thing following The Mind Robber and The Invasion”. There’s a lot of good stuff here that doesn’t often get commented on, though--Holmes rather interestingly speeds through the plot in episode one, getting us through “the Gonds realize the Krotons have been manipulating them and decide to do something about it” about halfway through the episode, whereas most other writers would stall until episode three or something to get us to that point. That leaves the rest of the episode to essentially be an extended debate on how best to achieve revolution--between Eelak’s violent measures and Selris’s more tempered approach.

And though the show obviously ends up siding with Selris, it’s interesting that Eelak’s final tactic of selling out the Doctor and Zoe does end up accelerating the destruction of the Krotons, leaving him a more ambiguous character than would first appear. I think part of this is due to Madoc’s performance, which is as layered and nuanced as you would expect from him. Overall, this isn’t a stone-cold classic of the Troughton era, but is more interesting and worth looking at than people often give it credit.

(also: hello there, “Oh my giddy aunt”! Was waiting for you to show up! Didn’t know this line came so late into the era given how iconic it is. Funny how these things go)

[septic-skele]

US - Heed The Signs (Part 2)

[Part 1]

Sprawled still and silent on his side in the damp grass, Blue cradled Papyrus close to his chest to conserve warmth and felt…empty. His mind was bursting with questions, worries, uncertainties, but his soul plodded with some detached, churning ache.

Was he within his right to feel…betrayed? That couldn’t be right. He was the one who had let Papyrus down today. But the very idea that he would leave him behind for any reason…Did Papy really think so badly about him? How could he ever believe that, after everything Blue had done for him?

What have I done wrong? I’ve tried to be a good brother, I’ve tried so hard! Doesn’t he remember? Since the day he was born I’ve been feeding him, playing with him, telling him bedtime stories when Dad forgot or just didn’t come home.

That last part came along unprompted. A knife-like stab of self-consciousness and grief made his eye sockets water. He knew better than to ponder that too closely…If he ever chased thoughts of their father in search of a specific memory, it would all start blurring together, like trying to catch fog in his hands.

The point was that Blue had done his best for Papyrus ever since. He had taken good care of him!

Hadn’t he?

Look at him now, an irritating, squirming voice in the back of his head reproached. Ill, exhausted and terrified. Oh, yes, that’s a brother who’s been well cared for.

What have I done wrong?

Papyrus stirred suddenly against him, his next breath hitching into a discordant mewl of discomfort.

���Shh, shhh…it’s alright,” Blue soothed, cupping his skull before he could clack it against the earth. “You see? I haven’t left you, Papy. I’m right here.”

Weak, clumsy fingers dragged at Blue’s shirt, curling into its thin folds for security as Papyrus sighed, let out three raucous coughs and then dropped back off like it had never happened.

Those clinging hands were the first balm to soothe the ache in hours. Blue’s chest felt more open now as he breathed, trying to recenter. He wants me. He needs me.

You failed him, that rude voice needled.

Yes, but a good brother—a great brother—fixes his mistakes. I shouldn’t make mistakes. I can be even greater, as long as I try, and I’m very great already! Not everyone can keep up with me.

“I’m always too tired,” Papyrus had said. “Too slow. Can’t go as far as you can.”

Perhaps, Blue realized with a start, Papyrus felt he had too much to live up to.

Well…that could be worked on later. Maybe, just this once, being a great brother meant that Blue ought to slow down for him and acknowledge his limits.

“When you’re better, Papy, we’ll do whatever you want,” he promised, nuzzling against the top of Papyrus’ skull. “We can explore the scenic route. I hear it’s magnificent.”

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As soon as Blue startled awake, unsure of when he had dozed off in the first place, he winced, a sore creak rattling through his spine. He wasn’t used to napping so deeply, much less lying in one position for so long. Sighing deeply, he flexed one stiff arm, trying to coax magic back into it. With that flow came renewed feeling which swept away whatever dredges of sleep remained; Papyrus felt scalding against his hand.

“Papy?” Scrambling half-upright to get a better look at him, Blue bit back a gasp.

He wasn’t shivering anymore; on the contrary he was unsettlingly limp and loose, skull sticky and discolored with off-orange beads of sweat. His breaths were wet and thick, rattling as Blue pressed a hand against his ribs.

“Oh, stars, I-I thought—I thought rest would make it better!” he stammered, the echo flowers sharing his alarm as he prodded at him. “Papyrus? Hey, wake up. C-Come on…” A harried not-laugh escaped him. “Up and at ’em, starshine…”

Shouldn’t Waterfall’s cooler temperatures have brought this fever down? How had it worsened so fast? Pap felt as though he had just taken a dip in the Core! Had sleeping in the dank, humid grass and the dew labored his breathing? They had no lungs to suffer but the air was still important—Why hadn’t Blue considered that before?

“Papyrus? Papyrus! Can you hear me, brother?” Dread crawled down his neck and arms as he jostled him more forcefully, more frantically. This is wrong—He’s too still—Why, why won’t he wake up?!

Fix it. Find some way, do something and fix it!

“S-Stay here!”

Lurching to his feet, Blue sprinted back toward the main path. It wasn’t difficult to locate an inlet of the falls nearby but every second he wasted stumbling in his panic was a beat his soul skipped.

Tearing off his ragged neckerchief, he dunked it in the frigid water, panic crowding his head. What if someone came across Papyrus, unaware and vulnerable, while he was gone? What if they took him somewhere to find help for him and Blue didn’t know where to follow?

I promised not to leave him!

“I had a bad, awful dream where you went off away from me…They got you an’ I—I was all alone…”

He couldn’t let it happen! Gritting his teeth, he ducked down, violently splashing water into his face to ground himself before streaking back the way he had come.

His brother was still unmoving. Should he be grateful or even more terrified? Dropping to his knees over him, Blue draped the dripping compress over his skull. Within a minute or two the heat was bleeding through the cloth.

“Papyrus…” They had both been sick before—sour stomachs after scavenging something only half-edible, skull colds, magic exhaustion, but it wasn’t the same. Blue had never seen a fever like this; what could he do to combat it?

They had nothing. No doctor, no medicine, no friends, father, home. No one to help.

What if this only grew worse? What if—?

“Papyrus! I promised I wouldn’t leave you behind and that means you can’t leave me behind either! It’s not fair a-and I refuse to let you get away with it! Now you—you wake up this instant! Please!”

It wasn’t that instant or the next. Indeed, it seemed like an eternity passed before a twitch became a faint shudder as Papyrus’ pallid eyelights swam, flickering, into view.

“Bro…?”

Recognition, raspy, slurred, but recognition nonetheless. The wave of relief that crashed over Blue gave him the strength to try for a weak smile. “There you are. There you are …Heh, I’ll admit you scared—I mean, you made me doubt myself for a moment! How could you?”

The words didn’t seem to register. Face twisting, Papyrus nodded away from the touch of the compress and heaved a barking cough. It wracked down his body, seemingly every bone spasming up in a row, and then his mandible started quivering.

“Oh, no. Oh, Papy, don’t cry!”

It was out of his control. Tears bled and were lost in the sweat and water dotting his face, though he didn’t have the strength to weep as fiercely as he had before. (Was it already yesterday?) Feeling slightly ill himself at the sight, Blue mopped at his cheeks with the cloth, ignoring the soft whimpers and flinches he received for it.

“Brother, you’re burning up. I need to get more water for you; I need to keep you cool. Like one of the fish folks, you know? Like me! O-Once you’re as cool as I am, you’ll feel better in no time!” He was rambling. “The stream is just across the path—”

“Nnh…Please…please, dun’ go…”

“I’m not leaving you, I swear, but that means when I lift you, you must hold really tight to me. You understand?” He was already maneuvering support underneath him, wrapping the damp cloth around his neck as he helped him sit up. Papyrus’ arms were searing on contact as he ineptly hung them over Blue’s shoulders. As soon as he was off the ground, he shrank in on himself, audibly gulping down what could have been another cough or a sob.

“Hnhh…hurts…Sa-a-ns…”

He said so little, but Blue heard so much: Protect me. I’m scared. Make it stop. Make it better. It struck him then with frightening clarity just how young his brother was. This shouldn’t be happening. He should be in a warm bed right now with blankets, food and medicine and everything he asked for; he should have a parent doting and soothing, telling him everything was going to be alright.

Dad, I don’t know how to do this!

“Hold on tight to me,” he urged again—pleaded. “I’m going to run.”

[krizaland]

Quarantined Chapter 2

First Chapter

Alright I got waay too carried away with this chapter.

Be warned: This chapter contains obsessive behaviors as well as some seriously gross stuff. While there’s nothing sexual, some of this content might be disturbing.

“Zim! Maybe your cruddy little disguise worked on everybody else but I’ll get them to see who you really are!” Dib seethed as he slithered behind Zim.

Zim opened his mouth to speak but you decided to intervene.

“Dib! Leave him alone already! Stop accusing random people of being aliens, werewolves, or bigfeets or whatever!” You snapped as you stood in front of Zim protectively.

“Y-Y/N?! You’re actually siding with this alien monster?! How could you be so blind?! I know you’re smarter than this! I know-”

“Can it, Dib!” You snapped as you turned to look at  Zim, “Zim, would you like to sit with me at lunch today?”

“WHAT?! Y/N ARE YOU CRAZY! HE’S TRYING TO-”

WHUMP!

Dib was cut off by Zim pushing him aside.

“Of course I will sit with you eh..Y/N was it?”

“Yup that’s my name!” You giggled as you felt your face heat up for a moment.

“Right….Well we um better get going.” Zim urged as he looked down at his feet.

“Right! Follow me!”

And with that, you lead Zim into the lunchroom, leaving Dib behind.

“Y/N! NO!! DON’T TRUST HIM! Dib wailed as he chased after you.

It didn’t take long for Dib to notice you and Zim sitting together.

Just the mere sight of the two of you chatting and laughing together was enough to make Dib’s blood boil.

His left eye twitched as he grabbed a lunch tray and piled it high with beans.

“So then I said ‘Don’t you mess with my punch mud head!’” You giggled as you tried not to choke on your food.

“Stupid mud head!” Zim cackled so hard pink tears streamed down his afce.

You were about to tell Zim another story when-

SLPOOSH!

Dib dumped the entire tray of beans on to Zim’s head.

Zim let out a blood curdling scream as he dropped to the ground and wriggled about.

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle B E A N S Space boy?” Dib cackled as he watched Zim suffer.

However, Dib’s victory didn’t last long-

SMACK!

Your hand collided with his cheek.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Ugh! Don’t worry, Zim. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

And with that you carried Zim far away from Dib and wiped him down with some napkins.

Dib rubbed the bright red handprint you left on his cheek for a moment as his deranged mind tried to process what just happened.

“Heh. Y/N touched me…Sure it was to slap me but a touch is a touch! Anyway, clearly that alien monster must’ve brainwashed them! Why else would they want to be anywhere near him? Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll save you! Then maybe you’ll finally see that we were meant for each other!” Dib cackled as he kept his hand over your throbbing handprint.

Over the next few days, Dib became determined to separate you and Zim no matter what the cost.

From trying to start food fights in the lunchroom to straight up trying to put Zim in handcuffs on the playground, Dib refused to rest until he had exposed Zim once and for all!

Luckily for Zim, you always came to his rescue. You would always shield him during food fights and peel Dib off of him whenever things got ugly.

While Zim couldn’t have been more grateful for all of your help, your behavior was plunging Dib deeper and deeper into madness.

Why were you, of all people, trying to protect Zim?! Couldn’t you see that he was an evil alien monster yet?! Why couldn’t you wake up already?!

The final blow was on the day just before the Skool Dance.

You were standing at your locker when Zim walked up to you.

He cleared his throat and puffed out his chest.

“Y/N! Zim demands your attention!”

“Oh! Hey Zim! What’s up?” You asked as you turned to face him.

“As you may know, the Skool…Dance…is tomorrow night and a…Date…is required in order to attend. From the moment we’ve met you’ve proven yourself to be a trustworthy ally. Therefore I am bestowing upon you the great honor of being ZIM’S DANCE DATE!” Zim sang as he dramatically threw his hands in the air.

“Oh my gosh! Yes!!! Yes! Yes! Of course I’ll go to the dance with you!” You squealed as you jumped up and down for a moment.

“Excellent! I will pick you up at 7!” Zim grinned as he marched off.

“I’m going to the dace with Zim! Oh! I’m so excited!” You squealed as you grabbed your backpack and made your way towards your bus.

Little did you two know, that Dib had overhead the entire exchange.

He felt like he was shot in the chest! Dib’s breathing grew heavy as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“No! Y/N! You can’t go to the dance with him! No! I won’t let you! I won’t let that alien monster control you any longer! I’ve got to do something before it’s too late!”

And with that, Dib rushed back to his house as fast as his legs could take him.

The door slammed behind him as he ran up the stairs and shut himself into his disaster of a room.

Dib’s room reeked of his sweat and your dirty socks. Every wall was plastered with thousands upon thousands of candid pictures of you.

He slammed the door behind him and plopped onto his computer chair.  

He scooted over to a massive shrine of you made from your garbage and dirty clothes!

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll save you. Then you’ll be mine and we can save the world together! Just the two of us!” Dib giggled as he gently caressed the shrine’s smelly ‘face’.

He wrapped the shrine into a tight hug as he sniffed it deeply.

“Ah, you smell so wonderful, Y/N! I can’t wait to hold you for real!” Dib’s voice quivered as he gently pulled away from the hug.

SMOOCH!

Dib planted a sloppy kiss onto the shrine’s ‘mouth’ before putting it back onto it’s pedestal.

“Now it’s time to get to work. I need to stop Zim before it’s too late!”

And with that, Dib scooted up to his computer and begun to type away.

Next

[cl-babydew]

28.) “I thought you loved me?” Louie and Della(family bonding)

OOOOHHHHHH BOYYYYYYY HAHAHAHA!!! Everyone’s hearts may shatter today! X,D This was requested by Donald_DellaStories! But before we start, let me just explain this a bit: If this angst/fluff oneshot had a title, it would be called “One Step At A Time”. Other things to know about this fic is that there’s going to be tons of comebacks and references to “Knitting” my old first fic! And this is placed before “My Little Green Bean” but it would be even more emotional if you already read “My Little Green Bean” before this fic! Oh boy this hurt to write! At least there’s fluff to finish it off! So let’s get right into the feels! I hope you all have tissues ready...

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What if Della were to barge in when she overheard her son in green confess his worries with the others while they were having a meeting. A meeting behind her back. A meeting about her...a family meeting without her...

What if she were to just up and leave them within that moment, coming back when she truly was ready to face motherhood.

“What if...”

Della laid in bed that night, staring emotionless at the ceiling high above her. The blanket that she randomly found while snooping around in her brother’s houseboat -he wouldn’t mind if she borrowed it- draped over half her body, her webbed feet peeking out.

She sighed to herself. Her and her boys were fine, right? She was doing ok as a mother, even if it was her second day, right?...She fought off an evil eating block head -after she was the cause of it- and saved Reb- Louie. She was still getting used to their names. “Darn Donald, I should’ve known he wouldn’t approve of the cool names I came up with. Who names their children ‘Huebert, Dewford, and Llewelyn?’ What in the universe even is a Llewelyn?!”

After a moment of scolding her absent brother, negative voices began to catch back up to her, ringing through her head as she groaned.

“-I’ve gone so long without a mom, I guess I don’t really know how to have one.”

“That’s because she’s not a mom!”

“I think Della is struggling to adjust to this new life.”

“After all, I’m used to cleaning after children, dear.”

She pulled the pillow from under her, and slammed it against her face, letting out a frustrated sigh.

The thoughts wouldn’t just leave her alone. They both agreed it’ll take a while to grow as a family...why did she still feel so...so...

She rubbed at her eyes, words couldn’t describe how she was feeling, she just was...feeling!

“I’m such a terrible mother.” She mumbled under her breath, her arm covering her eyes.

“M-mom?”

Della’s ears perked up, lifting her arm slightly as she peered over the side of her creaky bed.

“Re- I mean, Louie?” She puffed out her cheeks, “Louie wears the green!” Shaking her head, she forced a smile on her beak, “Is everything ok, green bean?” She patted herself on the back, saving that nickname on a list to remember.

Stumbling back a bit, the duckling’s heart stopped right in it’s tracks, tears pricking the sides of his eyes threatening to escape, “How...” he trailed off, taking in a shaky breath as he attempted to steady his trembling hands. He tried to fight the tears from streaming down his pale face.

Della’s eyes widened, cursing to herself as she stumbled over to her green hooded son on the floor, “Louie, sweetie? Is- are you ok? Did I do something wrong? Do you not like the nickname, cause I can change it if you-“

“No!” Louie spat out, shaking his hands, wincing at his mom’s taken back expression, “No...” his voice quavered as he softened his words, “I...eh...it’s ok.” He stiffened, glancing at the ground.

She wiped at his eyes, looking up at the visibly shaking duckling, “Are...” she hesitated, “..are you sure? You’re crying and-“

“I’m sure.” He assured her, then breathed in as he continued, “It’s just...Uncle Donald calls me that- well..he used to call me ‘my little green bean’...I just haven’t heard him say it in so long...” he blinked a few stray tears away from his eyes.

At a lost for words, Della bit her beak, sucking in air, “Oh...well I bet you’re still his little green bean.” Her smile might of been weak, but it was genuine.

Before Louie could respond, he noticed the blanket he knitted for his Uncle, was now on the floor from Della’s reaction.

She blinked a few times before following his questioning gaze, peering over her shoulder.

“Is...is that the blanket I made for Uncle Donald?” He kept his eyes on the blanket, his voice hushed.

Della, not really understanding, reached behind her, grabbing the blanket, “Uh...this?” She it held up to him, admiring the work that was obviously put into it.

Louie grasped the half he had in his hands, while his mom held the other. He smiled softly down at it. He was proud of this one thing he actually accomplished by himself.

His eyes flickered to his mother, studying her admiring eyes as she looked over his work. The boy’s stomach begun to swarm with butterflies, remembering that she was a knitter herself.

“So...you made this?” She broke the silence, causing Louie to advert his eyes back on the blanket as hers fell on him.

He shrugged, nodding, “Yea...Uncle Donald’s done so much...he deserved something.” Green eyes meeting her blue ones, his beak twitched up a bit into a tiny smile.

She smiled back, raising the blanket up to fully admire it. She gasped as she spotted her name knitted out onto the blanket.

“Uncle Donald missed you a lot...he’d tell us stories about you when you were both kids. But he’d never say what happened to you. All of it was a mystery. All he’d say was that you just...disappeared. He was hopeful that you’d come back...one day.” He glanced up at her watery eyes, then continued, “The nights he’d think we were asleep...I’d sneak outside the houseboat, watching him stare up at the sky...it was like he was waiting for you...”

She lowered the blanket, her voice cracking into a sobbed as she fell to her knees, pulling Louie in a hug. He slowly hugged back.

After a while she pulled back, rubbing her sons tears away, “I’m so sorry...” she burst out, wiping at her own tears, as one of her hands stayed plastered to his cheek. The blanket crumbled down between them.

Louie watched as his mom broke down in front of him. Him and his brother never really seen their Uncle break down because he would always hide it, trying not to worry them. But that didn’t tend to help when the walls weren’t thick...

He grabbed onto her wrist that was connected to the hand on his cheek, whispering, “Mom...”

“I’m such a terrible mother! I’ve been gone for 10 years! I can’t believe I thought you all would love me from the start- heh...like it would be that easy.” She insulted herself repeatedly, swallowing the poison of her words.

“Who said we don’t love you?!” Louie shouted out, squeezing her wrist slightly, his misty eyes scanning her teary filled ones.

She sniffed, “W-what?”

“Who said we don’t love you, mom?” He repeated

Her heart ached as he called her ‘mom’.

“Just because we aren’t use to having a mom...doesn’t mean we don’t want one, and that we don’t love you.” Louie stood up to make sure he was being heard, pointing down at his listener. “We promised to take this one step at a time, and that’s what we’re doing.”

Della opened her beak to retaliate, but was quickly interrupted.

“You may not be the perfect mom- hey! The perfect mom doesn’t even exist!” He paused, making sure his point was getting across. “You might not know how to be one yet, but no matter what. No matter how many times you mess up. How many times you set the kitchen on fire. Let monsters loose. We will still and always will love you. One duck alone is a storm, but all of us together, united...we’re a hurricane. And you’re apart of this family. Apart of this hurricane. So...please don’t go anywhere again?” Louie came to a calming stop, looking at his mother’s shocked expression.

Fidgeting in place, Louie leaned on his right webbed foot, “I love you, mom. We all love you. To the moon and back.”

After that, Della pulled her son down into another tearful hug. They stayed there within each other’s arms, crying every pain out, every worry washing away.

Pulling back once more, she chuckled down at her son, “I don’t mean to ruin this beautiful and emotional moment but, what did you come in my room for, again?”

He blinked, before snapping his fingers, “Since Uncle Donald usually lets me sleep with him when I have a...nightmare...” he mumbled. “And since he’s not here I wanted to ask you if I could-“

She gasped, holding her hands to her bill, “Of course you can sleep with your mommy!” She smirked.

Louie chuckled awkwardly, “Alright, dial it back a bit mom.”

She smiled down at him, kissing her son’s forehead, “No promises, Beanie.”

He groaned as she ruffled his hair, trying to squirm away, “Moooommm...” he complained, trying not to smile.

Rubbing the sides of his head, she ushered him off, “Now it’s off to bed with ya, my little duckling!” She chirped, hiding a squeal.

He began to slump on over to her bed as she called after him, which he turned at

attention to, “One step at a time, Louie?”

He smiled at her, “One step at a time, mom.”

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Sooo...yep! I hope you all enjoyed this...and I’m sorry for the feels if it got to any of you. I’m also sorry if Louie seems too ooc, I always have problems when writing him and Lena, they are pretty tough to write for me. So I’ll just...see myself out...yeaaaaa...

[glopratchet]

origin-of-astrly-wylde

e earth who has been using her to raise an army of demons in her name when they were both on their way to find a new home but not in the way you would hope for demonscales , but barbatus jr To his troops is the toughest emporer to have every lived they tell him horror stories of other emperors such as seymus jones and nick rouge and for the first time in years, their relationship feels like that of a regular father and daughter relationship But not for long the demons quickly whispers in his ears that it is all a dream they disappear from existence their plans are foiled what does he hear Those are the voices of these monsters and they reach your mind in the form of words and insults did I save your life? "I don't know you, your vision goes black and blurry Your ears ring and you feel a rush through your head to all character options, races and even the lowest and vilest of animals and he writhes around "heh heh, " her creepy senseless laughter echoes through the desert hills and between the mountains of debris and everything seems to be buggy Now he finds his user interface terribly corrupt and everything seems to be buggy And when he looks over at the bedroom window he sees her The writing on his monitor becomes fuzzy, distorted and illegible all at the same time But now the world is an incomprehensible place which is completely unfair and against liwy standards everything he saw and heard to were if you wanted to call or find help, it wouldn't work his eyes now, who knows if they got visual disturbances, these demons are fond of blinding there enemies that he cannot see her He tries to bring it back but his efforts are in vain His try hardiness is in vain and numbers and nonsense unlike anything you've ever read or even heard of in life or from the sayings of your ancestors and then starts insulting him and making bizarre accusations to the effect of him being a horrible person words which hardly apply to him and yet here they are Inexplicable gibberish which harms his eyes in the worst way somebody can imagine these and others fill up the screen and stop it from being able to continue It brings his eyes into pain and headache after cocks makes him go cross eyed and blur Staring at the blank screens after this causes horrible migranes to strike him on protruding cocks here today literally personified and stepped out from his nightmares "You will comply with so many random cocks awful and sticks out his mind This is somehow suppose to be a humans makes him cringe Unexpected voices coming from strange and unexpected places An unhealthy idea of happiness and acceptance that drives others away and makes them scared trappings dead stillness that has caused countless mistakes and bad ideas moist meats angry screaming at you sadness "Look what you've done to me, Cain It was perfect before and now your actions have slaughtered it, remoteness "Everything used to live, laugh and love until you intervened and destroyed it all grey and brown landscape of a dead world infantile bitterness "Leave us alone " This message repeats until Astryl stabs him in the eyes with razor sharp feathers with an endless stream of new lovers and friends "You've ruined my body and this relationship completely, and unfreezing of temporal mutability This last one is "read" timelike curves He knows where the other him resides now in this chaotic realm You know nothing exists without rules and these will be absolute for he knows where loud catching whispers Leads to in a first find temperamental package Then a Crisp clear precise deep understanding of outermost boundaries and spaces You arrive in the white landscape with no boundaries and mutating forms He looks saw the other him standing there beckoning him to come to his side The only problem is that it is messaging which words processes and forms Make no sense apart from the obvious tone which implies malice It's this is what he using it to beckon him anyway noisy bells Unexpectedly the sides of the ground break apart and fall away and he falls towards the center screaming "NO! NO, Please Help! away the past with destroying evidence You try to hold onto his hand but fail to get a grip before falling into the emptiness yourself paw prints of all sins but useful to know it's happened Your fall is suddenly stopped and you find yourself levitating in the air outside a house meaning and forms from nothing You know it is first you by the clothes you're wearing You look down and notice the figure who's hold you, is Amelia in size and volume and power You start screaming at her to put you down when you hear running behind you "What's going into view fractal hypervolume "Amelia? unforeseen secondary abilities The person you can only assume is Amelia's Mother puts her hand over her mouth when she sees you in Amelia's arms "Who probability continuums This last message is Open your eyes the unexplainable with outragous stories and old myths new symbols into reality and making beauty from pain You find yourself still on the jungle planet, your eyes are hurting so you close them again until they adjust to the through the land of perpetual bliss You open your eyes again and can see clearly and Amelia is gone The person who has caught you is middle-aged, wearing easy jungle fatigues and heavily tanned "Where am I? Twitch your nose Zoom in on his hand Inspect his thumb He's holding a holstered Bolt Pistol Whatever you do don't sneeze [Make an Intelligence Check] you froze in place as an automated Howler Monkeys shade canopy crashed down upon you squeak? the canopy closes completely, and you black out