#i’m sorry mush had to die for this. truly sincerely

[starscelly]

SECOND LINE KIVO??? FINALLY SOME GODDAMN RESPECT. AND WITH DELLY BACK IN THE LINEUP. GOD BLESS .

[lynnbutlertron]

Fuck the drawing requests- WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE NEW EPISODES 👁️ 🫵 THEY ARE MARRIED

OH GOD… First of all thank you for asking thats so nice wtf.

SPOILERS BTW, OBVIOUSLY……. I apologise this is very geared towards ep 9 and mr b but he just means the world to me so.

I mean overall, I am so fucking happy they focussed on mr b for the “award winning” episode. The fact they completely fleshed him out actually reduced me to tears i feel so SEEN as like one of the only die hard mr b fans 😭😭😭 he is my everything.

I am obsessed with all of the different physical changes he went through (“whore” lynn is my personal favourite oh my GOD!!! expect me to draw him later). it’s such a happy surprise with the way they took his story, i have no problem with him being catholic and most of the things they introduced made me so happy and BOY WAS IT FUCKING HEARTBREAKING??? christ

But i am so unhappy they retconned the whole “mr b was there for the digging up of the clones.”

What happened???? What the fuck?? I loved the idea that young mr b was there helping him out. I get that they wanted the whole fridge-full-of-clones-mr-b-chooses-joan-and-they-immediately-connect thing to keep things simple visually and get the point across, but it would have been so much better if we saw something that actually related back to this picture. :( So sad

The only possible explanation i could think of is that the robot in the photo isn’t mr butlertron, but a different model of the butlertron robot that somehow stopped working and that’s why scudworth wanted mr b- for him to replace the old model that he had. Dunno!! I think that’s what i’m going to think of now but if you have a better idea do tell me!!

I’m also confused as to why his name isn’t lynn anymore? What? I’m still gonna call him lynn idc

Also mr b calling someone by their name had me SCREAMING!!!!! (now call scudworth cinnamon. Do it. Make it gay)

I really hope scud and mr b end up being joan’s foster dads… They are such a good family. And joan REALLy needs a stable family figure in her life, mr b is basically the closest thing she has to a dad. I really want to draw something with them (and i think i got an ask to do that, and i am so happy) so stay tuned tehee

Mr b is bisexual by the way i don’t give a shit. “I thought we agreed on 8 dollars and a hug” genuinely lives in my head and i will not stop quoting it. He is so. AGHDHGGHH. GGHH.. SOMEONE HOLD HIM (scudworth)

Scudworth being sincere to mr b is such a specific and sweet thing to me because he just completely mellows out and is so like… silly. Idk you don’t see him act any other way with anyone else EVER. Old gays for real. I don’t care it’s not a fucking friendship they are married. Hehe…

I don’t even need to say anything about the whole “i’m already in heaven” thing. I’m just so unbelievably happy that mr butlertron finally feels like he has someone he can trust and rely on… My brain has been reduced to mush via old gay men thanks so much clone high.

Also i’m in PIECES over all the kahlopatra moments. Cleo looks so much happier with frida then she ever did with jfk and abe and i :))))))))))) That makes me so happy. Gay love truly stays winning in clone high

That’s all i can think about for now… Although i’ve definitely missed stuff. Gonna go home and watch the episodes again to refresh my memory and then i’ll get to drawing.

i’m so sorry for the incoherent rambles… I LOVE CLONE HIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[litteriae]

                          within  a  month  of  settling  in  and  getting  accustomed  to  her  new  surroundings  and  the  people  in  her  life,  the  fujimori  estate  began  to  truly  feel  like  a  home.  although  her  memories  of  what  makes  a  “home”  faint  and  distant,  as  momoko  had  lost  hers  at  as  a  naïve,  little  tot.  experiencing  tremendous  loss  and  grief  at  a  tender  age  where  it  shouldn’t  even  be  a  fleeting  thought.  regardless  her  heart  was  full  of  gratitude  for  stumbling  upon  such  caring,  kind  people  to  mentor  and  look  after  her.  that’s  right,  aoto  and  haruki,  they  were  her  family  now.

                          she  smiles  warmly  at  the  thought.

                          having  done  a  little  bit  of  sweeping  in  her  room,  momoko  hums  a  nursey  rhyme  as  she  traverses  the  long,  wide  hallways,  much  to  her  contentment.  while  she’s  at  it,  she  should  put  away  her  laundry  from  outside  (  old  habits  die  hard,  hopefully  fujimori  won’t  scold  her  too  much.  )  she  makes  her  merry  way  towards  the  outdoors  and  spots  the  storage  shed  in  the  garden.  she  had  been  in  and  out  there  many  times  without  problem.  a  quick  study,  she’s  familiarized  herself  with  all  the  surroundings  on  the  grounds  in  under  a  week.

                          continuing  to  hum  she  enters  the  wooden  shed,  leaving  the  door  open  just  a  crack  so  that  the  sunlight  generously  pours  in.  immediately  spotting  her  familiar  stepping  stool,  momoko  sets  it  out  and  stands  atop  it,  tiptoeing  to  reach  the  woven-wicker  basket  she’s  used  many  times  before.  a  smile  blossoms  over  her  lips  as  she  turns  to  step  off,  only  for  the  lovely  sunlight  that  filled  the  room  to  dissipate.  a  loud,  audible  creak  grates  her  ears,  followed  by  the  dreaded  click  of  a  metallic  lock.

                          the  basket  in  her  hands  drops  straight  to  the  floor.

                          all  at  once  the  blood  in  her  veins  turn  frigid,  her  mind  melts  to  mush,  thoughts  racing  a  million  miles  a  minute.  everything  felt  too  close  to  her.  shivers  rack  violently  down  her  spine  as  she  sprints  forward,  banging  her  fists  against  the  locked  exit.  was..  was  she  bad?  did  she  do  something  wrong...  again?  hasty  and  unable  to  show  restraint,  she  bangs  her  hands  violently  on  the  locked  door.  stray  splinters  fly  from  the  brunt  of  her  small  fists,  marring  her  flesh  with  ugly  gashes  of  red.  please,  not  again.

                          ❝  n-no!  i-i’m  sorry!  please,  d-don’t  lock  me  in  here  again!!  i’ll  be  good  ...  i’ll  be  good!  ❞  

                          her  nails  split  at  the  tips,  clawing  on  the  door  like  a  trapped  kitten,  mewing  tirelessly  for  mercy.  nobody  came,  not  her  uncle,  that  boy  she  loved  childishly  from  afar,  or...  ❝  r-ren...  elp  me...  ❞  that  little  bit  of  sunlight  warms  her  feet,  taunting  her,  always  so  close  yet  entirely  out  of  reach.  with  the  last  ounce  of  her  rationality  momoko  steps  back,  before  charging  full  throttle  at  the  door,  fully  prepared  to  dislocate  her  shoulder.  however,  that  familiar  pang  of  pain  doesn’t  course  through  her  flesh.  instead,  the  impact  is  warm,  soft,  safe.  through  teary  eyes  she  struggles  to  focus,  but,  that  figure  is  one  she  could  never  mistake  no  matter  how  rattled  and  broken  she  felt.

                           ❝  fuu...ji...h-haru-sensei —  ❞  her  raspy  voice  gasps  for  fresh  air,  once  she  has  enough  the  girl  clings  onto  them,  for  dear  life.  her  frame’s  small  and  feeble  compared  to  theirs.  she  grabs  fistfuls  of  cloth  (  staining  them  red,  how  careless  )  struggling  to  focus  on  the  feeling  of  the  fabric, rather  than  the  old  memories  threatening  to  swallow  her  whole.  she  buries  her  face  into  their  chest,  ashamed,  unable  to  sincerely  face  them. ❝ i..i’m  so  sorry..  i’ll — ❞  she  gulps,  her  throat  searing  hot. ❝  i-i’ll  f-fix  the  door...  ❞

@destinychose​

[lapinbunwrites]

His Last Breath

The end of the war was drawing a close. But there was a couple of things standing, King Garon was one of them. Everyone was tired and near death. Elise and Sakura were trying their best to heal the wounded. It became exhausting for everyone. They could only think of what would come of the next battle. Garon made a a gurgling laugh, seeing that everyone in so much pain and discomfort. The Nohr royal family couldn't believe what the man had become, especially Xander.

For him, he changed so much, so very much. When he was younger, when his mother was still alive, he was such a kind benevolent man. When he wasn't being a king, he devoted all of his time him and his mother. He was such a caring man. Whenever when they were in public Garon was overly doting, overly gushing towards Katerina. She was his everything, his world. The people loved Katerina, but not as much as his father. But, alas, he was empty, hollow, a puppet now.

"Must....Kill you," Garon gurgled. It sounded different. "So...much...pain," flowed out of his mouth as he swung at his youngest child. Xander rushed towards Elise and took the blow for her. It knocked him off his horse and he laid on the floor. He saw the axe his father held come towards him, but he didn't care if he were to die from it. His world was already shattered. Sakura took her bow and shoot at the sludge monster that once was a human. She was able to shoot him in the hand, which led him to drop his weapon. Camilla then came swooping down from the air and cut her father. He moved backwards the more hits he took from his own children.

Ryouma rushed over to him, grabbing him so he could rush him over to their sisters. Takumi grabbed his horse and moved him to the four. He laid there as his younger sister and the Hoshidian Princess healed him. "Kat...eri...na..." Garon gurgled out. As soon as he heard those broken words, he laid in disbelief. He didn't think his father ever remembered that name, or who she was. "Mother," he slowly said. Years and years he went without saying that word. No one could ever replace her, no one. To him, hearing his father say his mother's name felt hallow and meaningless.

At the worst possible time, Xander started to think, think about a time when the three were still together, when they were still a family. This memory he was remembering was the time when his father took him and his mother on a picnic in the forest that was near the castle. His father was really nervous, a bit quiet. That was unusual for him, it concerned his mother so much. Once they got to the destination, Garon had surprised Katerina with a garden of flowers. It wasn't big, but it made her happy, very happy. His father was able to take care of the flowers in the harsh lands of Nohr. It truly surprised her.

They sat in the small garden and ate their food, but Garon still spoke little words. Xander wasn't really paying attention to him being nervous, he was able to spend time with man he looked up to and the mother that he cared so much for. In that memory, Xander remembered that Garon proposed to Katerina, again. He knew that they had been married for only a little while, about ten years, and had their son only five years later, but he wanted to do something romantic and renew their wedding vows. Katerina gladly accepted it, she absolutely loved the idea.

Xander slowly got up, trying not to show that he was still hurt. The others were begging him not to fight anymore, he should rest. They needed him for the last battle. He limped over to his father, grabbing his sword along the way. Laslow protested him to stay back, he couldn't bear to lose him. Luckily for him, Garon was distracted by Camilla, Leo, Nyx, and Hinoka and luckily for him, he was behind him, in his blind spot. That didn't last for long though, Garon viciously turned around, hitting Xander, making him fly a few feet. The Monster King looked at him and recognized someone else that wasn't him. "Kat...eri..na....I...m.....so..rr..y..." he gurgled.

The curly blonde gripped his sword tightly and used it to get him back onto his feet. He became angry when he was called Katerina, even by his own father. Xander used the last bit of his strength to rush towards his father and stab him in his heart. The grey mush started to flow to the ground. Garon held onto his eldest son and smiled a smile that he couldn't see. He then fell to the ground, but Xander was able to catch him and he was able to lay him down. "My...son, My Little Prince," he whispered. "My Sweet Little Prince, is that you," he asked.

Xander was in shock. His father hasn't heard that fall out of his mouth in so long. "Father, yes, it's me. Your Brave Little Prince," he replied. Garon smiled a sweet, kind, genuine smile. He reached his hand up to his son's cheek. Xander put his hand on his and let it tenderly sit on his face. "I'm so sorry, for the pain I have caused you. I must have been a terrible father, to you, and your siblings," he said, softly. "Your mother, Katerina, My Sweet Queen Katerina, I loved her very dearly. I wanted to stay with her forever." His voice started to become shallow and broken. Xander knew that he was being genuine and sincere.

"Your mother...She was very dear to me...Don't let anyone....tell you otherwise," he said. "Xander," he added as his hand slowly losing grip. "Father," Xander asked, trying not tear up. It was the first time in forever since his father acted like this. "Know...that I...love...you," he said. His voice then became quieter. "Katerina...My Sweet Queen...I'm on...my...way," he said, breathing his last. Xander closed his father's eyes and started to softly cry. "I love you too father. Please tell mother I love her and that I'm doing well," he whispered. "Tell her that I'm proud to be your son," he added as he laid him fully on the ground. Xander looked at his father one last time before he went to prepare for the final battle. "I will see you soon. Goodbye."

------------------------------------------------------

I've been wanting to do this for ages. How Garon died in Revelations pissed me off. It left a bad taste in my mouth. I was really hoping that the armies would fight Garon in this one and then maybe get eaten when Anankos got irritated with him because he was a useless puppet. I don't know, so I wrote this. Is it touchy feely. I can't tell.