#idk what happened the ask just disappeared into the void

[luinen-bluewater]

So, some time ago I reblogged a tag game and I totally recall getting an anon ask about it but, before I could reply to it, tumblr ate it and I can't find it anywhere anymore. Fortunately I did write the replies somewhere and I just forgot to post it for a while. Thank you for asking, anon, and sorry if it took me so long!

About Tino and his banters/dialogues:

Taking a short rest "Ahn. The headache is still there, but this will make me feel less miserable for a while."

How would they respond to a player character prompting them with, "Tell me about yourself"? "I could speak for hours, if only I'd remember anything worth to tell. The one thing I know for sure is that death has always been part of my life. So consider yourself lucky that I only recently learned that I love capes, I'm well versed in murder, I have extra toes on my feet and too many teeth in my mouth. Is there anything else you wanted to ask?"

What are some situational dialogues they would say when something happens to another companion or you talk to them while in a quest-specific location (such as commenting on Karlach's heart, Elminster visiting Gale, visiting Cazador's mansion, etc)? On Kalach's heart: "I…I just don't get Karlach, she unsettles me. I just don't get how could she stay so positive when there's no way that things are going to end well. Don't get me wrong, I really wish to be very wrong about this, I really do! But if I were in her place, I won't be dancing alone, I'd be dwelling in a pit of despair." Elminster visiting Gale: "Did Gale make his mistakes? Yes, he did, he was reckless and blind with hubris. But he was young, in love and, most importantly, he's mortal. What are Mystra's excuses for not coming up with a plan better than "make a brilliant wizard blow himself up" instead? None. Zero excuses. This is infuriating." Lae'zel abandoning Vlaakith: "Good for Lae'zel. I prefer this version of her, the version that stands up for herself, she has all the strength and intelligence to reach greatness without that giant parasite-queen telling her what to do."

[thephantomsdream]

so I've been reading real published romance books and they cannot fill the void that ao3 and company do fill, but they did give me an idea. ok, lmfao, hear me out. (I've had this in my drafts for way too long, i decided to release it because why tf not)

content: alien!141, soulmates!141, abduction, intergalactic human trafficking, space shit; very vague idea of anything ever; probably made up alien names; writer is at work while dealing with annoying costumers so it's rushed and dumb.

imagine:

Good ol' you, in your house, unaware that in the deep, vast universe, trafficking also existed. Not long ago, a reptilian race found out about our warm bodies, interesting features and intelligent yet primitive brains, and started to abduct and sell men and women to rich buyers. It was good business, especially considering our side of the universe wasn't even aware of extraterrestrial life, so they couldn't even guess where they disappeared! The treaty and all intergalactic laws were vague about us. "Let them be" meaning "Let them fuckers figure their shit out, lol idk".

Well, as you can understand, the Sheh'deauz (lmfao stay with me) decided to in fact not let us be. So back to lovely you, yeah?

Home alone, playing videogames or something, when suddently you see some flashes of light out the window. It was weird considering it wasn't raining but you remained calm, as you assumed maybe a storm is approaching? Mainly, you couldn't give a shit but the moment you heard scratching and hissing outside your door, you panicked. Long story short, your house slowly started filling with an invisible gas that just made you pass out, but you did see your door opening, same weird blue-white light emanating from under it as it did, and a scaly leg entering your home as you fell on the floor.

You figured, as the genius that you were, that you were, in fact, not dreaming as you spent many hours (days? felt like days) in a cage. Very oddly technologically advanced. In another strike of genius, and of course, after seeing your kidnappers, you figured it was a spaceship and you were in some deep sci-fi shit. (maybe after laughing and asking them where are the hidden cameras. i would...)

After throwing tantrums and having the ugly multi-colored creatures mock you and hiss at you, you kinda gave up and sat by the very human bed you've been given and allowed time to pass. You were given food every so often, a toilet nearby, water at your disposal. But you feared for your life.

Well, let me tell you something. You have the luckiest misfortune of all, really. Or maybe, just maybe, things are meant to be this way. Maybe it was all meant to happen like this. Allow me to explain.

In another corner of the universe, four of the greatest warriors of the Intergalactic Army frowned at a holographic screen. A female alien, older, still beautiful, ethereal looking, skin creamy white with some lavender edges and striking blue eyes was frowning back.

"You're fucking kidding me." Their captain said (in a different language than ours but your writer here is multi-lingual, don't worry), getting closer to the screen. She just nodded, rubbing her forehead.

"Where is that again?" Asked another.

"So like—" a third one, this one with a distinct accent compared to the others, tilted his head incredulously. "They're our cousins genetically?"

"You can say so." She groaned. "The Council decided to not touch that part of the galaxy. They are being observed. Fucking hell! They were going on the right path."

"If they don't destroy their own planet before." The captain muttered, voice tired and coarse. In his many, many years lived, he's seen it happen again and again. Greed and stupidity almost whipped their race, so he's been following the Terrans close-by, as close as a mere Intergalactic Task Force Captain (stick with me lmfao) could follow.

"So what's the plan?" The tallest one asked, mask made of what others assumed was one of his most dangerous prey's skull was placed on his face.

"We give them hell." Captain commanded, Laswell nodding.

"Stay close, at the outskirts of their galaxy. We intercept any package and find their buyers."

"What do we do with our lil cousins then?"

"Eliminate any witnesses."

Shit went down really quick. You figured they were preparing for something as the guards by your cell somehow summoned some advanced looking chairs from the walls to strap themselves on and hissed at you mockingly, as they've done before. You just sat in a corner, by the bed, and wanted to cry. You were going through all stages of grief every few hours and it was getting exhausting. You were just now starting to understand how dire your situation was and how little chances you had of going home.

They turned off the main lights and a thousand scenarios crossed your mind. It was as if they were bracing for something. You frowned as you saw the guards tense as some alien hieroglyphics appeared on a holographic screen. It looked... like a countdown... You grasped the bed, trying to brace yourself for something. And good that you did because it felt as if the ship collapsed with something.

It basically shook you off to the ground, and while you'd think this was supposed to happen, you quickly realize it wasn't since the guards unstrapped themselves from the chairs and started shrieking as alarms suddently blared. After that? Seconds and it was over. Two white blasts ended them both, hitting them exactly in the middle of their ugly skulls. You did not hear any footsteps but you saw a shadow approaching your cell, so you scurried closer to your bed and now presumably magic shield that will block blasts that melt alien skulls.

The barriers from your cell unlocked, sliding to the sides and someone jumped in front of you. Someone big, dressed sleekly in black, although you could swear the edges of his frame looked transparent for a second. It was big, yet had the complexity of a human so you stayed locked in place, big scared eyes on the person pointing a big son-of-a-bitch gun at you. You heard it growl and speak something shortly, and the hairs on your whole body pricked.

World stopped for Price as he cracked another neck, just after locking eyes with the leader of this "cargo" ship. He was about to take a step forward to gently guide this person towards personal enlightenment by confessing all the information they needed, even if it would be involuntarily, when Soap spoke... well, growled just one word in their comms.

"Mate."

[goatcheesecak3]

i’ve had this one on the dome for a while so walk with me picture a lawrence x reader that is so ‘lawrence sees so much of adam in you that he’s subconsciously using you as a way to right his wrongs of leaving that poor boy down there’.

for an extra level of stress for larry imagine a reader who actually knew adam very well and that’s why the similarities between the reader and adam exist and larry can NEVER tell them about what happened

basically this is chainshipping angst once removed do you get me did i explain the idea well ? idk i feel you could SLAY THIS CONCEPT HARD ok bye

Longing

Lawrence Gordon x Gn!Reader

Fic type: angst

Warnings: mention of missing person

A/n hello!!! Sorry it's been so long since I've written anything, I've been feeling pretty uninspired, but I'm feeling it more lately!!

Thank you so so so much for this request! Sorry it's so short, but I really enjoyed writing it, so i hope you enjoy reading it <3

Lawrence had been seeing y/n for a while, now. When they first met he wasn't sure why, but he felt like he already knew them somehow, they had a familiar charm. He'd never been with someone like this before, he was so used to clean cut and straight edge partners, but he liked that y/n was a little rough around the edges. He liked that they could shotgun a beer, he liked that they always wore tattered and baggy clothes, he liked their dry wit and feisty attitude. Hell, he even liked their obsession with photography- the way they constantly took pictures of him should have been annoying, but something about it made him feel comforted. Their presence in his life was warm, it satiated a sense of hiraeth for him, like a hug from an old friend, filling a void he didn't know he had.

He was unsure why this was, until one faithful day.

Sat on the small balcony of y/n's apartment, y/n pulled out a packet of cigarettes.

"Greatest invention on this planet" they had chuckled, lifting the cig up to their lips.

Lawrence felt his heart stop, his throat became dry and his eyes widened.

"Why did you say that?" He asked urgently.

"What do you mean?" Y/n looked him, puzzled as to why this had illicited such a strange change in their partner's demeanour.

"I-i" Lawrence scrambled for an excuse for his outburst, realising now that he shouldn't have given away how visceral his reaction was, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, it's just that I'm a doctor, I see bad things happening all the time because of those," he motioned towards the cigarette, "it took me by surprise to hear you speak of them so highly, that's all"

Y/n smiled at him softly.

"I don't actually think they're the greatest invention on the planet, I mean, a couple when I'm stressed is like a godsend, yeah, but that whole 'greatest invention' thing is just an old joke between me and one of my friends."

Despite all better judgement, Lawrence decided to probe.

"Which friend is this?"

Y/n took a drag, and stared off into the distance

"His name was Adam"

Feigning ignorance, Lawrence probed deeper.

"Was?"

Y/n sighed.

"He was my best friend, he's the one that got me into photography, but he went missing about a year ago. I don't like to think about it too much, he was in with a kinda bad crowd, I don't wanna imagine what happened to him."

"Y/n, I'm so sorry" Lawrence said, his heart ached knowing what he knew.

"It's fine, " y/n waved her hand, as if to shoo away any bad thoughts, "when I miss him I just imagine that one day he took off, maybe following a band on tour, maybe he's off in another country chasing his dreams - he loved animals, maybe he's got a new life on a farm or some shit, I dunno.." y/n's voice trailed off, "maybe someday he'll come back with a great story, and I'll kick him in the balls for disappearing on me, then I'll give him the biggest hug I've ever given anyone"

"Do you really think he's happy out there somewhere?" Lawrence asked, guilt's tight grip pulling on his insides and twisting them around.

"I have to." Y/n responded solemnly, "it's the only way I can live"

[kcscribbler]

Of course, absolutely intrigued by '??? idk'

WIP Ask Game Here (I already have several asks about Nightmare, Quarantine, Lake House, & Truth Serum, btw)

This is a filler fic I cut from the post-rescue, pre-war portion of the Storyteller 'verse, trying to explain TVA pseudo-science and exploring what happens if something is pruned while already in the Void. (Since we know from S1 pruning sticks don't go to the Void even if you're holding one when you're pruned, I assume as a safety or science measure.)

I cut it because I ended up actually skipping the Multiversal War entirely in that 'verse, so would never need to explain the science as originally intended as a plot thread, but it's still a bit of fun I might finish someday.

So in my Void world, if someone brings a pruning stick to the Void via the Void hub and uses it to prune something, what happens? Does it just respawn like a Pokemon at the same spot? Atomically reassemble at another spot? Disappear completely because it breaks the laws of how the Void works and just cancels out? I need to know.

So did Loki and O.B.

Mobius was less than thrilled about their hands-on method of scientific testing.

“I walked into R&A just in time to see O.B. shove a lit pruning stick into your chest. You’ll forgive me if I freaked out a little.” “A little?”

[science-lings]

Phoenix's Family

I've stated before how I think it's interesting that in games with so many prevalent themes of family, Phoenix has no mention of having one, other than those who have adopted that kind of role like the Feys and Trucy. No whispers of parents or siblings when he got framed for murder or during any of his numerous trips to the hospital, not when he got disbarred or spent seven years likely in poverty.

Now, what could this mean? In my mind, either he's an orphan, which is a valid interpretation, or something happened that estranged him from them, likely before he got into college. Whatever it was, it was enough to traumatize him enough to never talk about them again.

much more rambling below, I will be merciful today and not make this a monstrous post that you have to scroll all the way through

We know how he reacts to trauma, especially ones that relate to his relationships. His whole deal is pushing down his memories and feelings until he almost forgets about them, or until they return to remind him of their existence. He refuses to talk about the things that hurt him and buries them so deeply that it's extremely hard to dig them back up.

We see this with Dahlia, the only person who would've known about her would've been Mia. And we see this with Mia herself, Phoenix walked in on her violently murdered body and he immediately represses his feelings to get her sister out of jail. When Edgeworth left his note and disappeared off of the face of the earth he refused to talk about him and attempted to do the same thing with him as he did with Dahlia.

So, who is to say that the only time this strategy of ignoring until it goes away and it doesn't bite him in the ass is how he dealt with his family? He never mentions them, he never thinks about them, and subconsciously he's always looking for people to help fill the void they left behind. Maybe he had a little sister which is why he seems to thrive when he has a silly girl sidekick.

To me, it would make sense if he was estranged from his family before or during college, as that could help explain why he's so desperate for someone to love him and extremely vulnerable to being manipulated. He focuses all his emotional energy on Dahlia and reuniting with Edgeworth because his own life is already incredibly destabilized and he's scrambling for some sense of control.

As for why his family estranged him, I don't actually have much of an idea, maybe they're homophobic and noticed that he's been sending letters to a boy over the course of years and that's just not very straight of him. There are all kinds of family issues that could cause such an overdramatic reaction though.

It seems more plausible with what we know about Phoenix that whatever happened with his family that it's bad enough that he goes no contact with them, rather than them getting killed off or giving him up for adoption bc you know he would do everything to find them if he wanted to. He lost his best friend from fourth grade and became a lawyer just to see him again, he definitely could be determined enough to find his birth parents if he wanted to. If they were dead, he's besties with multiple spirit mediums, he could say hi if he felt like it.

Anyway, that's all of my rambling for now and I could definitely have gotten things wrong, I am relatively new to AA and I really wouldn't consider myself an expert on the Lore lmao. In any case, I would love to hear other headcanons about his family, I think it's fun to think about lol. Maybe you have ideas about why Phoenix could've been estranged? idk I would love to talk about it, my asks are always open.

[thekubekat]

Why hello there!!

Couple questionz for ya’!!

1. Do you like gossiping/being gossiped to? >B3

2. R U A REAL KITTY???!!!????!!!??

3. Can I give you a hug? If not I can doodle ya’ instead!! Lolz! ^_^

-Samantha B3

(Idk whether my last ask was deleted or disappeared somehow or if you just didn’t feel like answering it,, it’d be a shame if it just disappeared somehow :,3 /ooc)

Bonjour my friend! Ill give you your answers!!!

Why yes I do hehehe! I love to hear everything about everyone, especially what happens between those 2 divorced men! They always bring funny tales

Why yes I am! Im as real as the ears on my head and tail on my back (which are very real! dont pull them it hurts)

Oh my I love hugs, such a sweet sign of affection! And if you were to draw me id be so excited to see!

Ooc/: Ur ask def got thrown into the void :,D but i promise i'll answer anything you send, ive seen u around before!)

[the-crow-binary]

Thinking about the very scene where Hector "betrays" Dracula, at least, in Dracula's mind. :) (i wanted to put images but Tumblr won't let me because Tumblr sucks ass)

In the PtR manga, we don't have a direct dialogue between the two, but what Hector might have told him is implied, as he thinks with horror (after seeing Isaac's devils bring him human hands, and especially the hand of potential a mother holding the one of a very small child) "Forgive me... It's not your sin. Was it for such a purpose...? Please, please I'm human too". During that last line, see Dracula pierce through him with his claws, saying, directly this time "My food is human lives and humans faults. I will disappear only when humans are destroyed...". So we can assume Hector told Dracula about his doubts, putting emphasis on the fact he was a human too, and for Dracula that's betrayal enough. 🙂 We then see Hector, actually outside (on top of one of the Castle's tower?), being pushed into the void by demons, not Dracula. Wich my imagination fills with the images of Dracula letting Hector go after stabbing him, with devils following him, eventually pushing him. Dracula then laments to Isaac about this betrayal, unable to understand Hector. And that's how it goes for the PtR manga.

In the MF manga, things are a bit different, and we see it in a little more details. Hector is on his knees, calling out for Dracula, frantically asking "wait' please wait!! Why!? Why do you kill humans!? The reason I wanted power is because... I am a human, too...". And what does Dracula does? He ignores him. ❤️ Looks at him with disdain, and then walks away. ❤️

Now, what is interesting to note is that, in the MF manga, the scene we witness is not the actual scene... it's a memory shown to him by a crow that is very probably a devil itself (or at least possessing some kind of surnatural powers from coming from the Castle). Meaning it could totally be deformed to not represent what actually happened, but how Hector perceived it/how it made him feel. After all, we also see a little Hector telling him to just become a devil, so there's clearly some things that have been added or changed in his mind here. Wich means... the PtR version of this event could totally be the real version. 🙂

It matches. Dracula stabbing Hector with his claws (sounds very personal ngl) because he dared question him and reclaim his humanity. Hector seeing this as Dracula literally abandoning him, ignoring his concerns, denying/not even caring about his very humanity. Turning his back on him. Being literally disappointed in him. 🙂

We don't see Dracula stabbing Hector because the physical wounds did not matter here. It's not about what the claws do. It's about what they represent.

Dracula doesn't say anything either because he doesn't need to. It's barely if Hector remembers what the words were, but he does remember how they made him feel. Dracula could have stayed silent in the PtR version it would've been all the same to Hector... it would've been worse, actually. That's why he doesn't say a word in the MF version ❤️

The devils pushing him over the edge were nothing but an extension of Dracula, who left him to rot like he didn't matter. (A hard punch in the guts for Dracula's favorite. ❤️)

Now there is one problem with this interpretation... it's that Dracula literally tells Isaac he sent Hector after Trevor, and then Hector disappeared and might have betrayed them. (Note that I am mostly going with the MF manga version of events, though the biggest difference with the two mangas is the Isaac VS Hector encounter). So multiple possibilites:

Either Dracula straight up lied to Isaac (idk maybe he wanted to preserve Hector's image somehow, or that's just another way to bully Isaac by making him think he chose Hector once again and WITHOUT EVEN TELLING HIM. CHEH.), or... well, he did say he sent several devils with Hector... So either they're the same devils who threw Hector off a roof (lol) and Dracula doesn't know that (lmao), or this part did not happen in any other place than Hector's mind. Or it did happen but it wasn't the same devils who pushed him. Look I can't find perfect answers for everything alright, I just thought I had neat ideas. 😔 Well, there is also the possibility he did not lie to Isaac. He truly sent Hector after Trevor (right before Hector starts telling him about his doubts 🙂). And Hector truly disappeared. He just omitted the rest. ❤️ Forgot about telling Isaac, haha. ❤️

Anyway, to end this, have a nice little idea: the first time we see Hector in the MF manga, he got hurt and was found by Rosaly offscreen who healed him. By continuing reading, we eventually assume he was hurt when fighting the devils who were sent with him. But if we keep the idea i just talked about... Rosaly had to heal Hector from wounds inflicted by Dracula himself ❤️ No wonder he needs time to heal and eventually falls unconscious after leaving Rosaly's house ❤️

[kingsunboo]

I had an odd dream there was a menace of a child who looked kinda like Fregly from the diary of a wimpy kid movie but also looked like a character from an 80s movie I watched the other day and apparently the girl in charge of the place we were at had apparently made a complaint about the kid and one of the guys who worked there was telling me about it and the kid's troublesome antics and he showed it to me and it was on pink paper and had blue tape, probably glitter, it was a very flashy complaint lol he said the girl never filed it and I asked why not and he was like idk I guess she still believes he can change and I was like have you considered maybe if he happened to see it, he might? And the guy was like idk... but soon he was like let's do it :D and we went to go find the kid and his friends by a snack machine, one had just gotten a mountain dew and I was like oh I love mountain dew, I had a red one earlier! (Meanwhile I was thinking did they have mountain dew back in this time?) And idk at which point this was but I was back in front of the office door with the complaint when the menace kid came by trying to get in and I was holding him back, I was like you're not supposed to be in here right now. I think that might've been before the guy told me the intricacies of the file.

Anyway when we were looking for him, I got distracted by a guy walking past, he was tall, he had my type written all over him (looking like a mix of Li Rang from Idol Producer and that youtuber IamfromKorea) okay so I started walking backwards so I could see his face a little longer but for some reason, he and a bunch of other people just started RUNNING, I was like um wait? And I asked the kid next to me (menace kid's friend) who that guy is while we were running after the group but I was lagging so far behind, I couldn't see them anymore, not even the boy who was with me earlier, I was like well "forget this, it's not that serious, I can't believe I let myself get distracted by a guy" 😪 so I turned back around and found my bestie Ally, we were like :D and we spoke while we walked and we passed some people taking pictures in front of a car and I said something along the lines of "I love her. That's my mom." And Ally said she knew and I was like oh of course, but then two women were walking in our direction and as they passed, we saw they looked like my mother too, and me and Ally looked at each other like O.O Then we were discussing the "music rules" because apparently if you didn't listen to an artist within a certain amount of time, they would be taken away and their music gone, this was because we saw Muriel from Courage the Cowardly Dog being dragged away and disappearing into a void and Ally told me they already got Adele but it was such a disturbing visual, that's what woke me up

[comorbidfascination]

I've been having some weird dreams lately. Divorce therapy (I'm not married), the one where I'm in a sedan driving down a rollercoaster over a harbor, to name two. But the one I woke up from this morning after about 4 hours of sleep takes the cake.

The premise is that a guy I went to elementary and middle school with was staying over at the house i grew up in. We were never close but got along well; he was nicer than most boys, even in middle school. Anyway the dream started in the middle of the night so idk why he was there other than to have a sleepover with me at the age of 22. We were camping in the dining room, which had no furniture for some reason.

Before it was light outside, I start seeing a bright light under the front door but not through the windows (dining room was the first room in the house so we were feet from the front door). A gremlin ass Muppet ass looking alien floats through the door without opening it. The thing is glowing and does not turn to us even as I start screaming. The guy is frozen in shock and no one else in the house wakes up despite me shouting at the thing to FUCKING LEAVE RIGHT NOW GODDAMMIT. anyway it turns around and goes right back through the door, but now the guy and I are both SO freaked out.

Cut to the morning, after I guess the guy insisted on sleeping in the loft (that didn't actually exist in real life), but I didn't bc I'm scared of heights. My brain didn't even try to make the loft convincing. I literally opened the door to the basement (which did exist), and there was a void where dream me somehow knew there was a loft where the guy was staying.

So I get up (I don't know if I went to my room or stayed alone in the dining room), and my mom gets up. It is raining heavily, so it's dark outside. I explain what happened, and now the living room wall (connected to the dining room) is suddenly just a huge glass sliding door. THE ALIEN FUCKING COMES BACK AS IM TELLING MOM ABOUT IT so I run over with like my shoe or something bc I'm so mad that a fucking gremlin thing scared me. I could have definitely punted that thing and it seemed to know it bc it disappeared as I was running over. Mom is unfazed by both the yelling and the alien, so she just kinda shrugs like "yeah that happens." I go to make breakfast.

It's pancakes and bacon, which should be super simple. My sister wakes up and does not care about the alien, doesn't even listen to me when I try to tell her about it. I've just cut up a pancake and she picks all of it up and holds it like a deck of cards to be funny. I tell her it's hers now bc she touched it, but she isn't hungry, so she FUCKING THROWS THE ENTIRE PANCAKE ON THE FLOOR BEHIND HER. I get mad obviously and she has the audacity to get pissy bc I'm mad. She says it's not a big deal and we can still eat the pancake, so I yell at her about both throwing it and insinuating that anyone with a brain would eat a fucking floor pancake. She gets more mad and leaves the house. I clean up the gross floor pancake and finish breakfast. Mom comes back in and asks where the guy is, so we both go over to the basement door and I call up into the "loft" that breakfast is ready. The guy says he'll be down in a minute and that's when I woke up.

And now that i think about it, the alien looked kind of like if a bluey plush had been abandoned on the side of the road for several years. So this but caked in dirt and missing chunks:

[candledotwick]

what one of your characters would just idk disappear into a void for all eternity just for the fun off it / antisocial

this may be the randomest oc ask

well shit now I have to. think. uhmm. Toone might,, he would disappear for like, years at a time probably, just to make people nervous. bc he's sorta like. a chaotic evil trickster. and when those kinda of people go missing then smth bad happened or they're schEming.

[whitenoisewrites]

You know what, fuck it. Literally the whole point of starting this blog was to teach myself to stop fearing being seen as cringe or whatever. To get more comfortable with putting myself and my weird little bits and pieces out there. So, against what *pretends* to be my better judgement but is actually just anxiety, here's the thing I vented about making in my last post:

"We Don't Talk About Gaster"

(Yes I know that's already a thing, but I *think* my version is different enough that it's *probably* okay. Do go check that one out though, it's pretty cool. There's an animatic and everything!)

The basic premise is that Frisk found the grey door and the followers and starts to wonder if Gaster might be the missing key to saving Asriel. After everyone's more or less settled in on the surface, they start asking around, starting with…

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[...Toriel and Asgore. Toriel only really knew him as the Royal Scientist. She believes he stole their magical secrets for his own benefit and went into hiding. Asgore knew him more personally and thinks he died in a lab accident (closest to the truth), but when Tori sets her mind on something…]

We don't talk about Gaster, no no no No-one talks about Gaster

See, it was a joyous day, (Such a momentous day!) The CORE was almost finished And in hours we'd soon see the sky, (Hours away from the sky!) An intern walks in, with his face looking grim (So sad…) Are you telling this story or am I? (I'm sorry, Tori, do go on~)

Gaster disappeared that day (Where did he go?) Destroyed his work and ran away (Will we ever know?) Our years of trust in him, betrayed! (I don't think that's true, but anywho)

We don't talk about Gaster, no no no No-one talks about Gaster

[Alphys was in her teens when she interned under him. She knew him as an intimidating but fair mentor. She believes he cracked under the strain of his impossible mission to break the Barrier and either fell down from despair or committed suicide.]

Grew to live in fear of Gaster stuttering or stumbling I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling Tough to comprehend him even if you spoke in hands It's a heavy burden, the task so daunting Takes a chilling hold, always there and haunting Having felt the weight of it myself I understand… Do you understand?

[Flowey found the grey door and the followers once each and NEVER went looking for them again. He believes Gaster is basically a creepypasta character, a vengeful void demon that will someday consume all. He never really knew Gaster as Asriel, so lacks knowledge of the REAL Gaster to contradict this, and never asked the others during his many runs due to his new fear.] [Or so he claims... it's possible he does know better and he's just screwing with Frisk for fun. IDK seems like the kind of thing he'd do]

Seven foot frame, face all warped and cracked When you call his name, it all fades to black There's no escape, he'll seal every fate

I don't talk about Gaster, no no no (note: chorus still says "we") No-one talks about Gaster

[The followers' relatives. Some remember more than others. The ones that do remember blame Gaster for their losses.]

My dad got a job with him, a year on? Gone. My boyfriend worked for him, now I'm all alone!

[MK. They only have one sibling... right?] I'm sure glad none of my folks knew that guy, they'd prob'ly be dead!

[All follower rels] He risked their lives just to put himself ahead!

[Sans. Gaster's experiments gave him his blasters, shortcuts and KR. He knows his dad wasn't a great guy. He still misses him.]

He told me that my brother would grow up and live freely under the stars. He told me that I had to be stronger so I could protect him from harm.

[Tori] It seems our guests are on their way.

[Papyrus. He never knew Gaster at all, he was only a babybones when whatever happened happened.] Sans told me that our dad would be proud of the man I've become, One who never surrenders! It's like I hear him now…

[Sans] Hey, kid. I'd drop all this if I were you… (It's like I hear him now,) (I can hear him now!)

[Frisk] Um, Gaster… Yeah, about that Gaster, I really need to know about Gaster. We need the truth and the whole truth Gaster!

[Flowey] Franken-lizard! Your girlfriend's here!

[Everyone at the house] Time for dinner!

[The big rounding chorus goes here, don't feel like typing it all out lol]

[Frisk tries to call to him. Not much happens, but they are DETERMINED. As they feel that familiar surge of energy, the shadows in the corners of the room start growing…]

[Chorus] Don't talk about Gaster!

[Frisk] Why did I ask about Gaster?

[Chorus, distorted as the VOID closes in] Not a word about Gaster!

[Frisk (& Chara)] I (we) never should've brought up Gaster!

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(Please don't forget to go check out the TwoAllNighters and co. take on the concept, I'd hate for my little shitpost here to take traffic from them after they put in so much effort. I know that video is a year and change old now but still.)

[x-other-souled-x]

I'm a little upset right now, due to system related things... I just wanna get it off my chest...

.

Our main fronter from I think around 2019 up till part of the way thru this year has disappeared and we havnt heard from him in a while. Actually, around April it feels as if the whole system disappeared and some new nameless, faceless guy got put in front and had to deal with things just... like that. The confusion was not great, I think. There's still a lot of confusion, since this nameless and faceless guy still has no name and feels as though he's an imposter living a life for someone else.

Even when "older" members of the system started popping their heads back in, none of them where any of who had the attachment to friends and life stuff the same way our former main fronter did. So we abandoned those freinds, I don't know how to talk to them and that may sound stupid but genuinely I feel like I don't know them at all.

Despite now having at least 5 active members who cycle in and out, we still have this lonely feeling. It feels downright BAD to have abandoned friends and just straight up ghosted them, while pretending to live life like normal. And I still wish I could reach out and say "hey we are plural and the guy you're used to talking to has been missing for like almost the whole year now and we don't know what to do."

Cuz like what are they going to do with that information?

I kinda just wanna bite that bullet and if they decide we are horrible for it then that's fine, but then I worry if our guy comes back and wants to try and hang out with them again it will be awfully fucked for him.

I'm someone who came about in the system to help out our missing guy back when he first started putting two and two together, we figured out together that whoever "we were" before 2019 is also gone and disappeared and we were the replacements. I'm really attached to our missing guy tbh, and I miss him a lot, and I'm really afraid that he'll be lost forever just like our previous main fronters.

And if that's truly the pattern, one fronter for several years who takes the main role in life and then after that disappears, well then we have an existential crisis looming. And maybe that's why our new guy hasn't been able to feel attached to anything for his own self. Maybe the fear that it will happen to him too is what's keeping him numbed out, no need to worry if there was nothing to loose anyway right?

Its been causing us some stress, lately we are fronting in pairs without him because being out without any attachment to a name or whatever else is keeping him from wanting to be out at all. I don't blame him tbh. Floating thru life and working 40 hrs a week with no purpose or self recognition sucks, it feels like being a zombie wading thru the hellscape of capitalism and not even being able to enjoy the pay you get for your labor. It feels like what I must imagine being soulless and empty must be.

I've tried to help, but nothing seems to stick. How do you make freinds if when they ask your name you just "uhhhhhhh idk" and blank out? We have eachother but even that gets kinda lonely bc we have very limited communication without typing. (I mean we do have communication but it's not constant and it feels like we have to fight some invisible wall to get through so it's kinda exhausting mentally too...)

And some days I wonder if this has anything to do with having a locked door separating the void where we sit from "everything else" in the brain. I've gone in there before, but once you come back out of the door you forget everything that's inside it.

I've rambled way way too much now. So I'll stop there...

[ryderdire]

But ren you ask how and why would you fake your death-

1 idk I’m feeling impulsive

B sick of the way people view and treat me irl wanna blow up and start over

- it would be funny

Four I’m not actually going to but wow would it be funny

-

Okay so couple things

One we want to make this look normal to the authorities as possible, but to the people in my life like I died. To do that! We must first summon a demon.

Yes my plan requires a demon.

So first we summon the demon a low level kinder Demon perferblely or one that just likes causing chaos.

So what do we do? Simple make creepy and unexplainable things start to happen around me duh.

A couple spooky hallways disappearing for a few minutes before returning, unexplainable voice distortions I can’t be caught on camera crows follow me around if you look Into my eyes to long you see the dark void of the unforgiving space ect.

then after a few weeks of it getting increasingly more and more intense I just kinda vanish. It all stops.

After all of that idk I move to a neighboring country get the demon help me make some documents making it look like I’ve always been there lol dw about it.

Also changes my legal gender and name and I get my doctorate in anthropology and pretend this never happened

Thinking about faking my death

[doxypsychlean]

Hi! Could do a Aegon II Targaryen x Targaryen niece reader. Like there married and they get in a fight over something little and he disappears for the night and she thinks she he's cheating. But he's out been flying his dragon. Happy at the end please?

Pour Me Another

Aegon II Targaryen x Targ!Reader

Warnings: More Targcest

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your toes off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Welp, idk about yall but to me, this is as close as we can get to a happy end w her thinking he's cheating.

It had been long since the last log in the fireplace had turned to ash and the fire had died. The wind that was coming through the wide open windows let out another enraged howl as it stormed into the room. It was gone just as quickly as it had arrived, leaving the young woman to stare at the canopy as she laid on the bed, not moving a muscle. She kept going over what had happened few hours earlier, in her head.

"I do not ask much of you, Aegon, just do not make a fool out of me for everyone at court to see!"

"I have done no such thing! I was just having fun! Nothing happened between me and that girl!"

"I do not care,Aegon! Have your way with as many whores as you wish, but have the dignity to do it behind closed doors!"

She winced at the memory of his pained expression. The way he dropped at her feet, knees slamming into the ground. Aegon crawling over to her, hands reaching for hers.

"Why don't you trust me? I haven't been with another! I love you..."

Then came the slap. Her heart acted, before her mind. The thought of him, touching her with the same hands he'd used on those whores, filled her with disgust. Resentment. Jealousy.

"Do not say that again."

The woman turned on her side, hands clutching at her throat. She tried to swallow the lump, but the thing refused to go away. Her eyes were burning with angry tears. She sat up with her head lulling, as if she'd downed an entire barrel of the finest Dornish wine.

His eyes. Those crystal eyes, who'd been turned to her and only her, ever since they were children. They held nothing but pain in that moment, after she'd slapped him.

"I'll go..."

"Back to your whores, I suppose. Have you no shame? None at all?!"

Aegon left her there, quickly getting back to his feet and scurrying out of their shared chambers.

Another freezing howl came from outside, the sound bouncing off of the walls. She got up from the bed and made her way over to the fireplace, stumbling around as she walked. She stopped between the two chair, right in front if the table, where a few clean cups and a wine jug stood.

"He left me. Again." She whispered to herself, vision going blurry. "Again."

Hands slammed down on the table, the woman bending over slightly. She felt sick. Her throat had gone dry, and that lump... Still there, not budging.

Trembling fingers reached over to one of the clean cups. The woman straightened her back, her whole body swaying from side to side. Her brows furrowed, face twisting. She swung, the cup falling from her hand and into the dead fireplace. Glass shattered with a horrified scream for help, shards flying in all directions.

The doors behind her flew open, wood slamming into the walls. The hinges protested loudly, creaking as they were forcibly stretched to their full.

"What's going on?" Aegon's voice rang through the room, eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. He saw nothing at first. The silence had set back in, staring from above as the Prince looked around the room, searching for the intruder.

"Got your fill for one night?" A low voice came from the void.

Another cup shattered, this one dangerously close to Aegon's head. It flew past him and hit the door, the Prince raising a hand just in time before the new wave of glass shards could meet his eyes.

"How were they? Any good? Tell me, husband..."

The voice was getting closer, accompanied by the sound of something dragging across the wall.

Her face showed from behind the door, the light of the candles in the corridor bouncing off of it.

"I wish to know."

Aegon tried to move towards her, but the woman stretched out her hand. He noticed the wine jug she was holding, half empty.

"You're drunk."

A scornful laugh came from her, but her mouth stayed closed. She looked up at him, eyes red and pupils constricted. Her tongue ran over her dry lips.

"I take after you."

Her head dropped back down with another laugh. Her shoulders shook with the sound, chest going up and down fast. She lost her balance as she put the jug next to her lips.

"Now that I am a drunkard, like you, all I need is to find me a few whores to keep me occupied." The woman said with a smack of her lips. A floppy grin twisted her face, but her eyes stayed the same- cold and distant. As if she was far,far away. "Have to fill the time when I'm not drinking with something."

Aegon tore the jug out of her hand as she tried to take another swig. The woman hissed, hand reaching to take it back. Aegon wrapped his free hand around her waist, the one with the jug going high above their heads.

"Tell me, husband..." The word came out with a growl. "Do you not wish me to be like you? That way I'll stay out your way. I won't torture you. We'll both be free to do what we want."

She dropped her hands down, her head turned to the side.

The wind came back once more, the still open doors swaying violently as the unwanted guest strode in through the windows.

"It wouldn't be that bad, you know?" The woman whispered. "You'll be with all the servant girls and whores you want. And I..."

She trailed off as she reached to fix the chain that was hanging around Aegon's neck.

"Well, maybe I will take Ser Erryk for myself. Or Ser Arryk. Maybe both of them?"

Aegon frowned, his top lip curving in a snarl. His grip on her got stronger, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"What? You can fuck half the Red Keep, but I can't enjoy the company of two handsome knights?" She teased. "Maybe I will seek them out on the morrow, once you're gone."

Aegon shook her, her head swinging as he did.

"You will do no such thing." The Prince said, pointed at her face with the same hand he was holding the wine jug with.

She eyed the thing, hunger in her eyes. Then those same hungry eyes looked past the jug and to his. A shiver ran down her back, the skin of her bare arms prickling.

"Why? Give me one good reason to not do it."

Aegon rolled his eyes, then let go of her. He took a step back, head shaking.

"Because I love you."

"I told you not to say that. Not to me." The woman closed the distance between them once more, chest touching against his. "You can lie to them all you want, if those women are foolish enough to believe it. But not me."

"I am not lying to you." Aegon said as he walked past her. He circled around one of the chairs in front of the fireplace, then sat down. His fingers ran over the glass jug one last time, then he placed it back on the table. "I wish you could see that..."

"If you're not lying to me, then why did you leave me again?" Her voice came from his left, slurring as she reached for one of the two remaining cups, then the jug. After, she sat down next to him, on the other chair. "You left me, so you can go back to them."

"I didn't. I was out with Sunfyre." Aegon admitted as he took the jug from her again. He reached for the other cup.

"Why?" She asked before she downed hers.

"I...I wanted to..." He was watching her from the corner of his eye, not sure of what to say.

"To get away from me?" Her cup hit the table. She bent forward, hands burying themselves in her silver-white hair.

"Do you think you'll ever find it in yourself to believe me?" The Prince asked, one leg crossing over the other as he leaned back. "I wasn't lying, I haven't been with another in... a while now."

"I doubt it." She whispered as she pushed her long hair away from her face, then turned to look at Aegon. "There will always be a part of me that will question you."

"Why?"

"What you've been doing throughout all these years has showed me all I need to know."

Her hands ran over the naked skin of her arms, just now realizing how cold it actually was. Aegon stood up as he unclasped his cloak. He stopped in front of her, then threw it over her shoulders.

"You lie, you drink, you bed every single woman that you lay eyes on. How can what you say ever be true?" Trembling fingers wrapped around the cloak, pulling it closer around her body.

Aegon walked over to the windows and shut them.

"It's late." He said. "And you're drunk."

The woman nodded her head with a giggle. She got up, leaving his cloak to hang off the chair.

"I'm also freezing." She announced, body swaying from side to side.

She was no longer feeling angry. In fact, she wasn't feeling anything. Just cold. And tired.

She stumbled as she got on her feet, knocking one of the cups on the floor.

Aegon reached her with a few big strides, then he picked her up. Another giggle came from her, hands wrapping around his neck as the Prince made his way to their bed

He put her down and pushed her back. Her head hit the mattress, bouncing up and down. Aegon laid beside her, then covered their bodies with the blankets.

She turned her back to him, then one hand reached back for his. She draped it over her body, eyes falling shut as he pulled her closer.

"Maybe one day..."

He placed a kiss on the crook of her neck, then sighed.

"I hope...Until then, I love you."

She didn't protest this time.

Aegon watched her for a bit, her body going up and down with every breath. Then his eyes closed.

The wind let out one last roar as it slammed against the shut windows, desperately trying to crawl back inside.

"I love you too."

[teabreakpancakes]

omg, can I request Wu Chang x Gn reader?? I need some angst in my life :') Reader stopped writing in their diary as hunter and disappearing Wu didn't notice until a couple days later . Xie and Fan started asking everyone where they went/what happened to them. The rest is up to you whether you think The Manor owner starts to feel bad and idk return them from the dead LOL or they just gone

Fleeting Light Wu Chang x GN Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Bi'an nears their usual meeting spot, a bright smile on his face as he passes the hedge concealing a small space in the garden. His eyebrows furrow and his grip on the umbrella tightens when he doesn't see them.

"That's odd.. we usually meet here at around this hour and yet they aren't here yet" he mumbled under his breath. He shakes his head, fixing his faltering smile before looking down at the umbrella. "They're probably just late, we should wait for them" he said, talking to Fan.

Fan furrows his eyebrows, pacing around anxiously from within the umbrella, a sense of foreboding falling over him. "Let's check their diary, perhaps it'll mention something about where they are, it's not like they were in their room or in any other areas of the manor" he spoke, a small wry smile painting his face, thinking about how they could possibly be pulling their usual tricks on them.

With long strides, Bi'an makes his way to your room, bypassing Michiko who peered at him with worried eyes. Entering your room, he scans the area, immediately going for your journal the moment his eyes landed on it.

They both swore they heard a thud, their unbeating hearts dropping. There have been no entries for four days. It was an unspoken rule that every resident, no matter if you were a hunter or survivor, had to write in their journal; no more pages? a new one would appear, threw it out? it would return—no one had the right to stop writing in that cursed book, for if you did, you would be given a harsh warning that seemed more like a horrid punishment you'd receive from someone who knew all your fears.

If you hadn't written a single thing in your journal, and if you haven't been used as an example to those who dared to go against the owner's wishes, then that could only mean one thing—you were either gone forever or, you went missing in one of the original maps.

Was it when you were put in the Darkwoods? but... the survivors didn't have any matches there, they hadn't for months.

Without any words, Bi'an rushed out, teleporting to the waiting room. He looked through all of the rooms, searching for miss Nightingale. Fan could only grit his teeth in frustration, Where the hell were you? ran through his head, desperate for any sort of clue.

Bi'an's violet eyes meet miss Nightingales' void ones. He rushes towards the robot, "Where is hunter (Name)?" he asks, tone laced with a profound amount of urgency that shocked her. Never in her time has she heard Bi'an of all people sounding so urgent.

"I do not know" she replies, a tinge of regret evident in her tone. She could see violet eyes trembling with an emotion she couldn't decipher. "They have not been present in the manor for four days" she adds, slowly exiting the room. Before she's fully out of the door, she hears a low yet uncharacteristically solemn "Thank you" from Bi'an, and she swears that she can feel the despair rolling off from those very words.

Days pass, weeks pass, has it perhaps been months? neither of the guards knew anymore; with each match, with each and every one of their movements, they could feel themselves slipping from their usual selves.

They no longer cared much about climbing the ranks as hunters, only ever going hard in matches if they felt that the pain and the emptiness was too insufferable. While they used to at least take a few bites of food, they no longer did so, not without you pestering them to try the new dishes.

The other residents of the manor knew just how much you meant to the hunters, you were their lifeline, the reason they smiled, they reason they were so outgoing on occasion. Without you, they were void of the very thing they needed to live.

Both men felt frustrated with themselves, once more, you've slipped through their fingertips. They missed you, your sweet smiles, your childish banter, your presence—YOUR EVERYTHING.

There was not a day where they wouldn't search for you, daring to venture into all of the areas in search of you; no one could stop them from doing so, no one had the heart to, not when they were so persistent.

Every day, they woke up to the reality of you not being by their side—they felt that if this were to continue, they'd attempt to kill themselves once more, what worth is a living a life without you?

It's been 172 days since we've last saw you dear, just where are you? Bi'an wondered, brushing his fingers against the beautiful engagement ring on his ring finger.

He thinks back to the days where you three were still human, laughing with Wujiu about the memories of you nagging at them repeatedly. For the first time in a while, a smile graces both their faces, albeit being a bittersweet one.

Both men fall asleep together in bed, dreaming of you.

With a soft creak, their door swings open. A head peeks through, wispy (colour) locks disheveled. Slowly, the figure of their loved one approaches them on the bed.

Crystal tears are streaming from their eyes, wiping away the tears falling from Bi'an and Wujiu's faces. "I, I missed you guys so much" they whisper, their own tears falling on their faces.

Their eyes flutter open, wondering about whether or not they were dreaming. Before them, their darling knelt between them, crying into their bandaged hands.

Both men reach out to their "dream", taking away their hands from their face. They brush away their tears gently, as if having done so numerous times.

"I wish... you were actually here" Wujiu muttered, placing both of his hands in his lap with a sad sigh. Curious eyes stare at him, "I am though? the owner put me back?" attempting to wipe at their nose.

They receive dead stares from Bi'an and Wujiu and for a moment, it feels as if time has stopped. Both men snap out of it, pulling their lover into their arms.

"Where did you go?!" "Why did you leave us?!" they both shouted out, crying into your back as they sandwiched you between them.

Surely, you had a lot to explain.

i have learned what hurt/comfort is! ... i think?

@mirology , so like, is this that hurt/comfort thingy?

[shawty-writes-a-little]

Used to be

Part two here

Darkling x royalwife!reader

Summary: Reader tends to leave after Aleksander grows distant but it gets angsty lol idk how I explain this 😭

Warning: ANGST

Word count: 2k

Aleksandar and y/n had been married for about two years now. Y/n was human and she was raised to a lady like a proper respected house, a known family name. She always knew she was going to be married off like her mother did from one noble house to another just like her mother before her and on and on. What she didn’t knew was it would be a political marriage and she would be married into the grisha’s general to be precise.

Their marriage didn’t turn out to be an exact contactless political marriage. Both of them found each other congenial in no time. It was in a long time Aleksandar felt that way for anyone but it was true. He didn’t knew himself how much he began to cherish being around her. They became inseparable and Y/n had found her everything in her husband likewise for him. They learned and laughed and lived and loved. It was shocking how with everything there is to accomplish one person’s well being is all you care for Alecksandar would think in silence admiring her wife’s beauty, not just beauty the connection he grew with her was more than romantic feelings. He would feel whole around her something he wasn’t familiar with.

Everything seemed to be great…for a while. The “sun summoner” was enrolled, taken moreover to little palace and everything changed. Y/n got along with Alina at start but thing started become more and more obscure and heavy with Aleksandar. At first it was a few lesser glances with her husband but then he seemed to have disappeared from her life staying in the same palace. He wouldn’t sleep in their shared chambers, barely even met her let alone conversing, everyday started to feel like being on the battleground against a whole army. Y/n was raised to become a “lady” she wasn’t going to confront Aleksandar. That was all she hoped to do now that the past few months everything felt like crumbling to pieces. Everything went to hell with a blink of an eye and y/n didn’t even realise how?

Everything she used to find comfort in felt exhausting, knowing she was doing the things she enjoys to fill the void and the constant pressure to do so would just result in failure of that happening.

It didn’t get any better even with fortnights passing. Aleksander was the same with everyone else as he had been before but just her. Only her he’d ignore like an unnoticeable nuisance of some sort each time y/n would try to get close with him the way they used to be. Y/n didn’t have anything against Alina, not even once. But it just gave her this colossal pain in her heart watching her husband laugh the way he used to with her, how they’d both go on rides and stay up late. It was all coming back in heart shattering memories because he wasn’t doing all that with her anymore.

Y/n got along with Alina with no other intention but of making a friend. Both of them seemed to be in a position of needing one but Aleksandar refrained her from talking to Alina. He explained that Alina should rather prefer “grisha” company if she was to settle amongst them. Each day there would be a new low. How much till one breaks? Y/n sure was close. Aleksander “asked” her to not join the dinners because he had pressing war discussions going on with everyone-everyone as in everyone who’s a grisha. Another stab into the heart.

That’s when y/n seemed to have reached the bottom. She didn’t knew why he was behaving like this firstly.

Frustrated of everything y/n wrote a letter back home not being distinct of details she simply stated in the letter to her family about how she wants to return. Concerned for the only daughter of their noble house her family sent back men to Little palace from their army to get her back. Things took an ugly turn after that. The troop of human army her family sent had to conspire go get into the little palace since they weren’t grishas. However they were caught and it didn’t turn out as great for either of them. Y/n was unaware of anyone even coming for her in the first place. What Aleksander was reported about was that a few men invaded little place to which he had them sentenced to death considering he had a sun summoner on his hands, he couldn’t be foolish enough to spare them. If he had known the Royal troop was sent from his in-laws his decision would’ve differed—but he didn’t.

Finding out what had happened y/n was shattered. She couldn’t believe she lured men from her own army, men she would’ve known into slaughter. She felt huge grief, regret, rage, shock but most of all fear. She feared what Aleksander was going to do with her now. He wasn’t the same Aleksander now anyways and she feared what he might do out of anger, to her.

—

Aleksander stormed into their room with loud footsteps y/n heard even before he entered. It made her stomach twist with the uneasy feeling of knowing what was coming wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Aleksander slammed the door open entering, he looked at her weary face and Y/e/c eyes staring back him in fear most likely. He calmed himself avoiding any outbursts from his side and began with a flat voice “Did you know?”

“I did.” Y/n said in even softer voice not looking back at him. She knew lying wouldn’t help partially aware not to provoke him.

“Did you plan on letting me know you were inviting armies to invade little palace?” he asked her sharply.

“I didn’t intend to have them invade little pal—“

“You called them to have a play date then?” He remarked jumping down her throat.

Y/n stood silent unable to response, unable to think of a response.

“We have far more pressing matters going on, with miss starkov-the war and now is when you pick to play a little charade?” He said gritting his teeth.

“I wasn’t-it’s—they’re not alive anymore thanks to you then how does it matter?” Y/n responded fiercely, knowing it took everything in her to talk back to him.

“How does it matter?” Aleksander stepped forward and confined with a high pitched voice “Someone else could've gotten killed, gotten hurt!”

“Nobody else hurt-killed? Nobody but the men from the human army. Men who were just following orders” y/n said putting emphasis on human refereeing to everything Aleksander suggested her to be attained from because of. “Tell me did you even bother to know their names before you butchered them?”

“Careful there, none of it would’ve happened if you informed me about it.” He replied with a smug tone.

“They were just coming to take me back home not to start a battle!” She said as a single ball of tear started to form in her eyes.

“Take you home? What for?” That came to Aleksander as a surprise he wasn’t aware at the slightest the reason the army came called upon by y/n and why?

“Because I want to—I wrote to *insert your castle/palace name* informing that I want to.”

“-Why?”

“I don’t want to stay here. That’s why”

“Is this about your complains with Alina again? I have the country at war, the sun summoner and the shadow fold and you want to go home at an inconvenience?!” He said raising he voice which made y/n flinch.

“It’s not an inconvenience-I don’t want to stay around here anymore just how you don’t want to stay around me.” This time tears were brimming down her eyes but y/n showed no sign of acknowledging that.

“What are you talking about?” Aleksander asked raising a brow.

“Oh don’t you know? How you don’t sleep in our chambers anymore—how I’m not allowed to talk to Alina or join dinner at the hall. F-for months now!” she said brushing off the tears from her cheeks with new ones flowing without her knowing.

“We’ve been married for two years and you want to go back running back home for that?” Aleksander shot back slyly.

“It’s not just that—you would know how it feels if you were in my place!”

“—I would very much so choose to react maturely.”

“You abandoned me! Y-you’re the general the entire day you forgot to be Aleksander!” Y/n spat strolling towards him unafraid to reply with him on any and the quality of words she chose.

“I never abandoned you—I chose to prioritise a better future for the both of us and you couldn’t make out that difference!” He yelled banging his fist to the side on the table loosing the patience he had.

“For us?!” Y/n chuckled ironically and continued with glossy eyes with more tears that were forming “I—I never wanted this marriage-but I was a damned fool to have started to want it, want you-and I loved you but yo—“

“It doesn’t look like you do-not right now it isn’t let alone if you ever did.” He scoffed undermining what she’d say helplessly in between sobs.

“I have loved you!” Unknown of how to be heard she gave his chest a push from her hands though he stood unmoved,”You don’t get to say that—I have loved you. I can’t keep trying and trying anymore knowing you never loved me and you never would-you’re not capable of that. You’re not capable to love anyone but yourself!”

Aleksander felt felt something shift in him with what y/n said, he grabbed her by her biceps tightly pushing her against the nearest wall breathing sharply against her skin. He tightened his grip by his fingers making her wince “You’re hurting me-“ she said softly not looking up at him but constantly trying to get away from his hold.

He titled her chin forcing he to face him and began. “You are the one who doesn’t get to say that-I have loved you since the day I laid my eyes on you and I tend to do till my last! My only weakness that has ever been is loosing you and I will not have it done by my own hands. You can cry and hate me, be petty for a few days but you’re not going away from my sight little dove.” Y/n pushed him away proceeding to stand away from him and looked at him in disbelief shaking her head.

“No—I want to go home.” She said firmly wiping her tears again.

“You can’t and you won’t.” Aleksander scowled back.

“But I do not wish to—“

“I’ve had about enough of this y/n you’re not leaving little palace and so aren’t your letters.” Aleksander said stiffly walking out of the door not waiting to hear her response.

Y/n stood there again crying in the huge chamber alone yet again, unsure to make sense of one more thing she was restricted of.

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Might (so badly want to) do a part 2 if this doesn’t flop 😩

An: AAAAAAAAAA I missed writing angst please let me know what you think :)

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