#imagine the family gathering it would be weird as hell

[technicalknockout]

ok ko episode: My Dad Can Beat Up Your Dad (season three edition)

[evilminji]

You think the Zone has its version of Comic Con?

Like? Think about it. You have literally all of time to work on it, your Magnum Opus, your life's work. That DREAM comic. All the supplies you could ever wish for. Endless paper. Endless ink. You can practice and practice for CENTURIES until it's JUST right.

Wouldn't you want to share it?

There are definitely Ghosts who have Obsessions that make them collect.

And two people meeting would lead to a group. Lead to a bigger group. Lead to a large group. A gathering. A crowd even. Eventually you need a Lair to meet IN. It becomes An Event.

People hear about it.

Want to bring other art mediums. Food stalls. Report on it. It grows. Shoot offs start happening. Niche meet ups.

But like?

Unlike comic con? It's all FREE. Sure, you might have fork over the ecto to make your copy. And yeah, weaker ghosts can only do that so many times. Will have to prioritize. But? They can come back after leaving for a nap. Ask a buddy to come with. There ARE work arounds.

Just? Imagine the unbelievable HIPE? Danny would feel? But be unable to TELL anyone about? Zone Con happens several times a year! Cause so many people wanna come. The Zone being infinite, after all.

Problem 1? They're using THEIR standard of a "year". Which is actual 5 earth years. So it's only happens every year and a half for him. And Problem 2? He can't even TALK about how excited he is about Z Con with anyone (outside his friends and family) because they haven't heard of it and might Ask Questions.

It's ALSO held in a part of the Zone that's like? Three days of flying away from the portal. And no amount of begging is gonna get any of his loved ones to camp in the Speeder for around six-ish days just to go to a Con.

So you can imagine his DELIGHT. His utter JOY and *Target Spotted* "!!!" Noise, when? In the crowd? He spots A HUMAN! Hi fellow human!!! Omg, wanna be Con Besties? *doesn't even wait for an answer*

So now? This sad, blonde, deeply lost and kinda alarmed, trench coat dude? Is Danny's new Z Con Going Bestie! You got a map yet, bestie? No? That's cool, he has one. By the way, he has human food in the Speeder if you nee-

YES!

Cause, see, here's the THING. John? Lost to the Realms Infinte. Or Infinte Realms. Translation was iffy... and on fire... like the rest of the building. It was him or the kids those psychos had kidnapped, for what fucked "ritual" the voices in their heads, that THEY thought were demons but frankly he's pretty sure was just feedback from-

Look, doesn't matter, he had to choose. He always knew someday he'd have too. That even twisting Luck and talking fast wouldn't quite be enough. And he had to decide, in that moment, which outcome mattered more to him. They get out safe, or he does.

Wasn't much of a question, was it?

So, there he is. Staring down oblivion and all those debts unpaid. 'Bout to see who's gonna come for him this time, and take what left of wretched soul. When? He bleeds on the FUCKIN two-bit crap circle they squiggled in God only knows what. Remembers that "oh YEAH, set dressings!" Sometimes when you focus too hard on insuring a Good Outcome?

You weird weird as shit byproducts happening on the side to balance it all out.

Or BAD ones.

He wakes up someone fucking green and crowded. For the life of him can't tell you which one it is. And THAT was of course, bout two days ago.

Biggest and most immediate problem? He... does NOT recognize what flavor of magical fuckery this is. Doesn't seem Fae. And doesn't smell like Hell. There are... there are honest to God BOOTH BABES hanging around. Hunks too. The view is LOVELY.

And nerdy.

Very, very nerdy.

But he isn't THAT out of touch. So he should recognize SOMETHING. Or at least the languages. But nope! It's like aliens and magic had a nerd baby and dipped it in GREEN. And the worst thing? Is there is food everywhere, but it all glows and John's not stupid enough to eat it.

Then? Sweet merciful fuck. Salvation! Some teeny bopper Barely No Longer Teen fresh faced INFANT of a Hero kid. With a SHIP. Who has FOOD and a clear idea of where they are. Hello~ John's new BEST FRIEND. Yes. Absolutely. Con Buddies, whatever.

Just feed me, kid.

Only? Once he inhales like 5 "Fenton rations"? He only gets half way through introducing himself before getting interrupted. Kid hears "magic" and "occult Detective" and just? Goes "oh! So you wanna check out the magic Ally with me? Sam wanted me to pick up some witchy stuff!"

..............how magic?

(In Which? Constantine becomes Danny's interdimensional Con buddy)

@the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation @lolottes @nerdpoe

[i-dont-know-i-just-like-dragons]

Nothing to do with the latest page but I've been thinking about how weird of a guy tgs Henry is as a victorian.

First of all, he probably has reverse conservative uncle syndrome.

So what the hell does that mean? Have you ever been to a family gathering and there's this one uncle, cousin, what have you who has shit takes on Everything. He's an incel, he hates queer people, he's a racist weather he knows it or not. Every time he opens his mouth everyone in the room is seething for one reason or another.

Henry has the opposite of this. All of his views would be deeply unpopular for someone of his time. He lets women and poc into The Society and they're treated no differently based on these things. His reaction to Jasper and Miss Ito were mostly positive. (once you get past the internalized queerphobia that is- but that was well intentioned even if he was in the wrong.)

I'm imagining Henry in a stuffy room full of aristocrats and for some reason or other the women's movement comes up. Henry expresses a positive opinion on it before the opinions of anyone else can be expressed. The subject is dropped and everyone is quietly fuming that he thinks women deserve rights.

Or consider that he doesn't have the least bit of xenophobia that most other people rich or not possessed. Several lodgers are immigrants and that there is a statement in and of itself.

Then there's his taste in partners.

I know there's not a single tgs reader who thinks Robert is unattractive and that's not what I'm trying to say here. All I want to point out is how weird Henry's taste is for a person living in 1885.

Robert- while Very Attractive now would be very not the beauty standard for the time. He has freckles and is dark skinned and while I could imagine him getting past Robert's skin tone, most people would hate freckles. A trait which Henry is absolutely head over heels for.

Then there's Morcant and the weird thing about her isn't so much her physical appearance but her dynamic with Henry. I haven't read bleeding heart but at least what I can tell from the comic she seems to be the dominant one, and the same goes for Robert. Henry. In the Toxic Masculinity Golden Age. Actively seeks to be dominated by his partners. I guess Robert beat (or slapped) the toxic masculinity out of him in university. I don't know this is the most normal thing about him but still weird for someone in the 1880s.

Someone who knows more than me is now going to emerge from the shadows and kick my ass on historical accuracy, but at least from my research Henry is just a strange little dude for his time and I love him very very much :]

[badasgirlfriend]

Secret | | Harry Potter Imagine

pairings: harry potter x malfoy! fem oc

genre: secret relationship

warnings: ??

a/n: hope u like it<3 reqs are open

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"Class is over. See you class," the professor's voice booms, causing all the students to stand and rush towards the door. As soon as they're able, they exit the classroom, eager to get to their next class or to take a long-needed break from the day's lessons.

Harry smiles at Lyra as the two of them gather their belongings and begin to head out of the classroom together. As they reach the exit, Harry pauses and suddenly grabs Lyra's hand, gently pulling her closer to him. Lyra is caught off guard by this gesture and looks at the green eyed boy with a surprised expression.

"Um...Harry, what are you doing?" she asks.

“Holding my girlfriends hand what does it look like” he snorts

“Harry” Lyra says looking around “Someone could see us”

"Shhh, it's perfectly fine, Lyra." Harry brushes her concern to the side with a light chuckle as he leans in to kiss her. "What's the issue in spending some extra time together?" he says with a grin, pressing his lips against hers.

“Harry, please...let go. What if someone sees us?" she whispers, trying to make him understand

"Lyra, you’re being paranoid. I doubt anyone is going to come here anytime soon." he continues to hold onto Lyra's hand with a firm grasp

But she still feels anxious, what if her brother saw them together…or his friends. She can risk that “Harry please. Can't we go to somewhere else?" she begs.

Harry sighs and eventually lets go of Lyra's arm "Lyra...you know I love you."

Lyra gulps at his words, feeling a bit awkward “But...this whole secret relationship is getting to me," he adds, he wants to be open with her about how he feels and doesn't want to keep their romance a secret anymore.

Lyra looks at Harry with soft eyes, she knows that they cannot be together publicly because of her family and brother's beliefs "Harry...you know we can't," she says with a slightly regretful expression. "Draco and my family...they won't accept us," she explains.

"Yeah, I know," Harry cuts in, understanding her concern. "But that doesn't mean we can't try. You're their daughter; they'll accept this," he says

She wants to be with Harry, but in the back of her mind, she knows that the relationship was doomed from the start. Perhaps she was being selfish when she started dating Harry, knowing full well that their relationship would eventually break apart because of her family. However, she couldn't help it; she liked him way too much at the time, and now she loves him.

"Harry...you don't know them like I do," she says softly. "Maybe my mother would accept us- even Draco, but my father...he'd rather disown me,"

Harry laughs in disbelief and shakes his head “Lyra im sick of meeting in secret holding ur hand in secret…do you know how much it hurts seeing other guys flirt with you or even ask u on dates- fucking hell i cant even take my girlfriend on a date in public” he ran his hand through his hair “i just want…to hold your hand in front of everyone, hug you kiss you in fhe hallways not in the broom closets or the changing rooms”

He was stressed, between Umbridge and her detentions, the DA classes, and Snape tormenting him, Harry is feeling overwhelmed. And on top of that, he can't help but feel a bit insecure. Maybe Lyra doesn't want to be with him, or perhaps she's ashamed and that's why she doesn't want anyone to know about their relationship.

Lyra groans “Harry I didn’t mean to-“ she stops and immediately takes a few steps backwards when students enter the class. Some of them give the couple weird looks

Harry shakes his head “Well Malfoy” he spits her last name and she cant help but feel hurt “you and your brother need to leave me alone, Im done with you two” With that, he leaves the classroom, bumping into Lyra's shoulder on his way out making her stumble a little

When she spots a group of third year ravenclaws staring and whispering about her, she has had enough.

"What are you looking at?" she snaps, causing them to flinch. "Go back to writing your notes," she adds, before making a swift exit and making her way towards her own common room.

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Almost three days had passed since that argument between Lyra and Harry, and they had not spoken since then. The Malfoy girl was starting to feel torn by this distance. These past days had been difficult for her.

She saw Harry frequently in class or alone in the hallways, and he would always avoid her gaze and disappear before she could say a word. Enough was enough, and Lyra refused to wait any longer for a conversation. She would speak to Harry today, whether he liked it or not.

Harry was also struggling. He missed his girlfriend and couldn't help but blame himself for the argument they had. It was his fault, he should have just accepted her "no" and left it at that.

"You're so dumb," he thought to himself, feeling guilty and ashamed. He thought Lyra hated him now, and he couldn't blame her.

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"Draco, please stop!"

Lyra hissed, gripping Draco's shoulders tightly but he easily shrugs off her grasp. She is desperate for him to listen, but he pushes her away

"What did you just say about my sister?"

Cornac McLaggen can't help but tremble under the fierce glare that Draco shoots him. If looks could really kill, he would surely be digging his own grave at this moment. Despite the tension, Lyra is too focused on Draco to care about Cornac

"I said I wouldn’t wouldn't mind fucki-..." He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Draco, who had caught his breath just in time, threw a bone-shattering punch that left Cormac's jaw hanging by a thread, and Lyra's heart racing with fear.

Lyra grabs her brothers arm to try and stop him. Draco, however, appears to want to deliver another round of punches, which forces Lyra to struggle to restrain him. She screams at him in an attempt to stop him "You will regret that," growled Cormac raising his wand in warning.

"Mess with her again, and I'll make sure that not even Madam Pomfrey can heal you," Draco spat out, struggling against the hold of Blaise and Theo who had just arrived.

"Oppungo!" Cormac yelled as he pointed his wand at the birds that Luna was feeding. But in his rage, he ended up misaiming his spell, sending it towards a couple of large rocks instead.

Cormac, realizing his mistake, seemed more focused on protecting himself from his own spell

When Cormac misfired his spell, Blaise, Theo and Draco immediately ducked to avoid any injuries from the rocks that were barreling towards them. However, Lyra didn't have the same luck. She was blocked by the three large guys standing in front of her, so she didn't see the rocks heading towards her. As a result, she was caught off-guard and hit by one of the heavy rocks, which knocked her to the ground.

"YOU FUCKER!"

Lyra could hear her brother's voice ring out through the air, but a loud pounding in her head was keeping her from seeing anything. She touched her head and felt liquid pouring down her face.

"Lyra, can you hear me?" Blaise's voice reached her ears, but she couldn't manage a response. With her head falling into Blaise's arms, he grew increasingly worried about her condition.

"What's going on?" Snape’s voice cuts through the tense atmosphere and quickly grabs everyone's attention. He looks at Lyra, his concern growing with each passing moment. Then, he turns his focus back on Theo, who is still holding Draco, and Cormac, who stands before them. The latter is shivering in fear.

"Malfoy, follow me." With a quick wave of his wand, Snapce casts a spell. Lyra levitates into the air with ease,

Snape turns to Cormac, his eyes cold and unfeeling. Though his words are brief, they are filled with a deep menace.

"I'll see you ... in my office," he growls.

Snape leaves immediately, making his way to the hospital wing, Cormac, however, is left in sheer dread

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the Great Hall, seated at their usual table and discussing plans for the next DA meeting.

Unfortunately, however, they were completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Harry couldn't help but often glance towards the door. He was waiting for a certain blonde girl to enter the hall, but she never did. He checked his watch, confused since she was never late.

His confusion only grew as the seconds ticked by. "Where is she," he thought to himself, unable to concentrate on anything but the empty seat at the slytherin table

Cho Chang sits at the Gryffindor table, deep in conversation with Parvati Patil. “Did you hear about Lyra?"

The two girls continue to chat amongst themselves, not realizing that a few heads have turned in their direction. One boy in particular, Harry Potter

He listens closely for a moment, and then can't help but join in on the conversation. "What happened to Lyra?" he asks, turning their attention towards him.

Both Cho and Parvati turn to look at Harry. "Hi, Harry," Cho says sweetly, smiling at him, while Parvati nods in greeting, her blush intensifying.

Parvati quickly adds: "How are you? It's been awhile."

Harry doesn't want to be rude, but he is genuinely concerned about his girlfriend. "What happened to her?" he asks, sounding much more frantic this time.

"Marietta just told me that Cormac McLaggen..." Cho flinches and pauses, sensing the tension in Harry's eyes. Before she can finish what she was saying, Harry abruptly stands up and rushes away from the Great Hall, leaving both her and Parvati behind.

The two girls stare at each other for a moment, confused and surprised by the sudden turn of events. "What just happened?" Cho whispers quietly.

Harry's mind is only focused on one thing - 1) running towards the hospital wing and reaching Lyra. 2) killing Cormac McLaggen

As he speeds through the castle, he ignores the yells of his best friends Ron and Hermione, who beg him to stop.

Just before he reaches the hospital wing, he suddenly sees Theo viciously kicking Cormac on the stomach. The boy's rage flares up, transforming to a blinding red color. He can't control it in this moment. All he can think about is getting back at Cormac, no matter what it takes.

Harry marches up to them in a fit of rage, his anger only intensifying as his eyes focus in on Cormac.

As Theo looks at him with a confused and wary look, Harry simply pushes him aside, unable to hear or care about what anyone has to say in this moment.

"Finally," Cormac mutters out of anger, but he never finishes his sentence. In a flash, he is knocked to the ground by Harry.

"What the fuck mate?.

"I'll kill you!" Harry's rage only intensifies with every word. His grip on Cormac's collar tightens, and he prepares for another round, not intending to stop until Cormac is no longer breathing.

"Be thankful," Harry growls, his tone and expression darkening."Be fucking thankful that she's in the hospital right now, otherwise, you'd be dead for sure."

Harry punches Cormac in the face again, and this time, Cormac's nose breaks with a sickening crack. Blood splatters across the ground, painting it a crimson color as he falls to the ground with a thud

Theo stands in disbelief, his mind racing as he struggles to process the news.

"What the fuck..." he mutters, his voice tinged with confusion and surprise. "Oh Lyra, you little minx,"

Harry storms through the doorway. The force of his entry is so intense that it creates a loud bang, catching the attention of Draco, who immediately turns to face him.

As soon as Draco sees Harry, his face twists into a grimace, unable to hide his anger "What do you want?" he snaps, his frustration and anger growing.

Ignoring him, Harry rushes towards Lyra's bed, his heart breaking as he sees her lying there, so still and vulnerable, her head bandaged.

Draco watches Harry touch Lyra, his eyes darken and his expression changes to one of pure rage. His voice is strong and sharp as he speaks, his eyes locked on Harry “What the hell are you doing, Potter?" he grabs Harrys shoulder and shoves him away

"Let me see her, Malfoy," Harry says, his voice as calm and cold as ice.

"I said leave," he says through clenched teeth. "You have no reason to be here."

"I have every fucking reason to be here," Harry snaps back, his anger boiling over. He glares at Draco, his whole body taut with frustration and desperation.

Draco laughs "Name one then, asshole."

"She's my-- "

“H-Harry is that..you” Harry is cut off as another voice calls out from the other side of the room. They both rush over to Lyras bed. Draco is too focused on the situation at hand to even notice that it was Harry's name that the girl just said.

Draco kneels before Lyra, his face full of worry and concern. “Lyra, are you okay? Does it hurt that much?" He softly takes her face in his hands and looks at the bandages on her head. “I’ll write to father”

Lyra tries to sit up, but she quickly winces in pain, unable to get up. “No don't write to them," she whispers, fear evident on her voice She doesn't want to get into more trouble with her parents,

Harry cannot hold back any longer, "Lyra baby," he whispers, taking her hands and holding them “I'm so sorry," he continues, kissing her hands.

"I should've been there," he says, full of regret and remorse. He knows that if he had been there, she would not be in this condition.

Draco watches the two with wide eyes, his jaw dropping in disbelief. He has always seen Harry as the enemy, and this moment throws him for a loop, making him unable to process what he's seeing.

He tries to speak, but the words stick in his throat. His heart races as he watches the pair show affection towards one another like they never have before.

Lyra's face softens as Harry kisses her hands, his tenderness warming her heart. She knows that he's feeling guilty and trying to make “It's okay, H," she says, her voice quiet. "It isn't your fault," she adds, her words filled with understanding and forgiveness.

As she looks at Harry, it's as if her heart skips a beat. Her gaze is one of pure affection and love.

Draco can't believe his ears, or his eyes. He can't help but wonder if this is all just one big joke, or if there really is something going on between the two of them.

“H?" he yells. "Baby? What the fuck is happening?" Her brother’s face is filled with anger and hurt as he faces both Lyra and Harry. His voice is loud and frustrated, as he tries to make sense of the situation that’s in front of him

Lyra's eyes widening as she only then notices that her brother is in the same room as well. She tries to remove her hands from Harry's grasp, but he doesn't let go, shaking his head. 'Draco, it's not what you think,' she pleads.

“Oh?” Draco says in a mocking tone. 'Then please enlighten me, my dear sister. Because to me it looks like it,' he adds, letting out a cold laugh that chills Lyra through and through.

"Malfoy, calm down," Harry says firmly, gripping Lyra's hand to reassure her.

Draco looks at him furiously, his gaze full of raw hatred as he tries to contain the rage that is boiling

"You fucking shut up," he spits out, his eyes locked on Harry's face. "You don't get to speak. It's better if you leave."

This is it, this is your chance, Lyra thinks to herself “No” she looks at her brother “My boyfriend isn’t leaving”

"B-boyfriend? How could you do this?!" Draco yells angrily. "He's our enemy."

Lyra speaks up, and her voice is firm.

"He's your enemy, Draco, not mine."

Her words make Draco's jaw drop. How dare she take Harry's side?

"Did you even think about me before going with him?" Draco yells furiously. "For fucks sake, Lyra, what were you thinking?"

Lyra rolls her eyes. "Grow up, Draco," she replies. "Just because he rejected your handshake doesn't mean you still have to be butthurt over it."

Harry looks guilty as he realizes that Lyra wasn't ready for this to happen, Draco shakes his head in disappointment.

"I see," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, don't let me ruin your little romantic moment. By all means, continue."

Lyra glances at him in frustration, about to say something, but Draco quickly slams the door.

"He'll understand," Harry lets a sigh

Lyra stares at the door through which Draco just left, tears in her eyes.

"I know," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "It will take him time. Way too much time" Her voice trails off as if she can't say anything more

She makes some space for him so he can lay beside her “Anyway did Cormac get detention?”

"That idiot" Harry mumbles. "He has no idea what's coming for him."

Lyra lets out a soft snicker, amused by Harry's words. "Harry," she says, her tone chiding. "You're already in deep shit with Umbridge. You don't need to dig your own grave even more."

"I don't care about her," Harry says, his tone brushing off any further discourse. "All I care about is you."

Lyra smiles and lays her head down on Harry's chest, relieved to hear the words she'd been waiting for. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms and his tender touch.

She feels safe with Harry, her worries and worries melted away in his embrace. She is finally at peace, knowing that she's with the one she loves.

Harry looks at her eyes, softening as his gaze meets hers. He brings her closer, his love for her palpable in every touch.

"Everything will be fine, my love," he whispers. "I promise you that it will."

He kisses her gently on the forehead, trying to convey the reassurance and love he feels for her.

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

DOOM writing prompt 04 Band

Writing prompts from my doom discord server, tied into the Garnets Story.

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4: "Dad's weird garage band."

The armored being stepped to the back door of the house, hesitated just a moment before trying the door. Gently popping out the lock  and nudged the door, watching it open before stooping to walk in. He paused taking in the kitchen.

The decorations and the dishes set up at the table. How despite the layer of dust the whole kitchen and dining room he could see were cleaned and near before. Some sort of gathering had been about to happen, but there were no signs of hell growth, no scent of corruption… just stillness.

Or almost complete stillness as the Slayer twitched the door closed, walking around. Taking in the home that still stood, reaching for a dark phone on the counter, turning it around in his hands to admire the bright case and tiny notes to… a dad? Uncle? Both?

The phone was whole, so the Slayer slid it into his subspace. Humming as he felt something brush against his senses, walking after it slowly as he recognized the feel of a phantom lingering. Finding a few small glass trinkets he thought his flowers might like. Before really going through things, he followed that feeling. Coming into a garage and paused.

A satisfied sound came out of the Slayer as he found something of his interests that was remarkably preserved. 

Guitars.

Not ones geared to metal but that was okay. They were in proper cases to his right, safe from weather and drastic temperature changes. Different looking but similar alike that it seemed to be a collection of the original owner. Across from him was a beautiful liquor cabinet and bar that tugged on some deeply buried memory.

"Lily wants to know if she can see your feed." Vega spoke softly in the Slayer's ear, even as he sensed where the phantom was finally.

The Demigod nodded, stepping over to twitch the blanket over the dry remains. Giving it a soft pat as he looked at the couch with a photo album and a free guitar. His fingers running over the hand written music on the front cover, flipping through some pictures.

"I'm sorry John for interrupting. I just wanted to….oooh pretty." Lily's voice trailed off as she saw the same photo album, handmade and custom for this family. 

John nodded his agreement, pointedly not looking at the hazy after imagining of the phantom. He closed the book, looking at the written music and reached for the guitar left. Gently, he had to be so gentle as he tuned it, feeling the soft not really weight settle in his arms.

"What's the music?" Lily asked, detracted from what she had been about to ask.

The Slayer hummed a long familiar few notes to himself, and his flower. He had to use so much self control as he was in armor. Able to use the edge of the armor on his fingers to pick out the notes. Matching what he hummed a moment before with the notes. He was a little slow the first time playing, marveling that he could remember reading music, but then again it might be old, old muscle memory of a beloved hobby.

John smiled in his helmet, and played the whole song of 'home on the range' instead of just that small section in the album. When he was done, the demigod shifted the guitar, holding a hand out to the human phantom sitting on the couch listening. Not many refined details, their outline seemed fuzzy like an out of focus picture. Gently wiggling his finger until the once man put both hands into John's palm.

Gently, fondly, John pulled them up and then against his side. Like an one arm hug until the phantom lost even more form. Not unlike how he would absorb the energy of phantom Sentinels, the Demigod did the same here. Hosting the sacred spirit until they were ready to pass on after a few days.

"That was the buffalo song right?" Lily wondered, speaking only after John set the guitar safely in an open case.

The not quite man nodded. Want these.

"I'll let the Sentinels know." Vega answered.

[florsial]

.... Any more xenodora thoughts floating around.... For the people... (Also dw I have bartylus song explanations on the way)

(yayyyyy take ur timee)

I love them so much. They are freaky and weird respectively. Xeno explores what goes beyond the limits of biology while Pandora explores the intricacies within. I like to think they are very different but also very similar. Like Pandora is who Xeno would've been if he had company outside of indulging adults and Disney princess-esque relationships with animals around his home and Xeno is who Pandora would've been without Evan and the experiments she conducts. But deep down they are similar at their core as they both reflect life. Their romance encapsulates the vibes of Romantic Lover by Eyedress, this vhs camcorder quality type of romance, preserved as a memory.

Pandora is not beating the mother in a coming-of-age movie allegation. IM SORRY

Anyways, they created their own family with a textbook on biology and blunt in their hands (literally) <3

They meet at a party and hate each other for a bit. Which I just got reminded of a draft I have about their beginning:

I imagine Xenodora not getting along at first, in the beginning, they are both fighting over existing and nonexistent biology. Pandora is arguing intensely that the existence of a Blibbering Humdinger and Crumple-Horned Snorkack do not make sense and contradict magic. At the same time, Xeno is firmly against her words and goes on a long intricate rampage about how their existence in fact does make sense. Pandora is clutching her pearls in horror because she did not just spend her entire childhood studying the intricacies of the living and magic just for this pretty idiotic person to barge in and spout nonsense. She is so baffled that her mind is like "I must get closer to them to study their brain wave" or something like that, she is fully convinced that Xeno is mocking her (because how tf does one come to such a conclusion about insects?) but nope! They really are just like this due to years of their outlandish theories being fed by their mother and extended family members who found them funny. They stand with full confidence that they are right and eventually, Pandora starts to find it somewhat endearing because Xeno's rants are oddly nice to hear, and their voice is very smooth. Plus they're funny as hell, their thoughts are so outlandishly wrong that if she squints, she can see what they are talking about.

She realizes she likes them and has to sit there for a good minute with her lips firmly pressed together to gather herself. When Xeno realizes they like Pandora, they immediately start giving her interesting gifts (Ex: bones, jars of bugs, a roll of pretty lace they thought she would like, a pair of pretty scissors Xeno engraved her name on, doodles, preserved butterflies, worn novels, a dress here and there). They are very proud of themselves as Pandora examines each and every gift very closely with a smile.

However, this isn't to say that Pandora is this rule-abiding person! I certainly see her being a sort of whimsy type, but it's purposeful in the way that Xeno isn't. Pandora loves being this eccentric woman sending chills down people's spines with her words, but she'll always be watching. She'll always be aware, that's why she loves being eccentric. Reactions entertain her, and she loves being entertained! She loves being unpredictable to see the shock plastered over a stranger/passerby. Xeno is eccentric because it's who he is. He's blind to the world around him, perfectly content in his maze of overgrown weeds. Pandora allows a view outside of the maze from time to time, but when she dies, Xeno holds their daughter closer and ventures deeper.

I like to think that over time, he overcomes grief. But he will always be subconsciously seeking Pandora out in every situation, crowd, and time while also hiding from everyone with Luna close to his chest. He raises Luna away from everyone to preserve Pandora's memory.

I really like their canon relationship so I'd like to keep it. Esp when Xeno ceases all support of Harry in the books just to keep her alive.

[lanaconfesses]

"Save me or I’ll die from sadness right now."

That’s the message I send to Adrian. He replies immediately (once, he confessed that he has a special notification sound just for our chat).

"What did he do this time?"

I don’t know how, but it feels like Adrian can sense everything in my head and soul. I’m starting to worry he can read thoughts – at least mine.

"How do you know it’s about Alex?"

Alex is my… well, it’s complicated. We started dating last Christmas, broke up in May, and hadn’t talked until September – he blocked me, leaving me alone with three awful months of pure hysteria. Just as I was starting to recover from everything, he unblocked me and wrote (partly thanks to my bestie, but I’ll tell you that story another time), and now he writes every so often – maybe once a month. And a couple of weeks ago, we somehow confessed our love for each other, and now it’s just a complete mess trying to figure out what the hell is going on between us.

"Who else could it be about?"

I exhale and finally decide to vent to Adrian, even though he already dislikes Alex enough.

"Well, nothing specific really. It’s just that his replies are so cold, I can feel the chill through the screen. Like he doesn’t even care. I get it, depression and all that, but…"

"Little shit. Don’t cry over him, princess. Want me to do something to make you feel better?"

And that’s how I ended up in Adrian’s car that evening. He showed up under my building as a surprise – told me to come down, we’re going for a ride.

So now we’re driving through the city at night – no particular destination, just cruising. I happily admire the city lights like a cat at Christmas tree. Adrian laughs at me and drives, playing the music I like. First, we hit the city highway – speeding through downtown. Neon signs – blue, pink, purple. Traffic lights – red, yellow, emerald. The lights in the windows – white. Street lamps – blue and orange. My eyes dissolve into all these colors, unfocus, relax. Alex’s face finally fades away (whether my eyes are open or closed).

Then we drive onto a road that takes us between the city park and the lake. My body melts into the passenger seat. I imagine I’m lying on the water – on the surface of the cold December lake. I’m lying there, drifting on small waves, not sinking, not swimming, just lying. Under me, huge catfish swim, as big as logs, looking like tree trunks fallen into the water, but I don’t care. I’m just lying there, staring at the starry sky. Alex is probably looking at it too right now – standing on his balcony, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

"Are you already asleep, kid?" Adrian laughs at me.

"Don’t call me a kid," I pretend to be offended, but the satisfied smile betrays my insincerity.

Adrian calls me that a lot, and honestly, he has every right to. He’s older than me – he’s 27, I’m 20, and he’s known me since I was literally a kid. Our families have been friends for a long time, so Adrian used to babysit me during family gatherings. He probably wasn’t thrilled about it back then, but as you can see, he still babysits me now.

"Are you not so sad anymore?" he asks, concern in his voice.

I shake my head, though I’m still sad – it’s just that at least now I don’t feel abandoned or unwanted. I’m tempted to snap a photo and post it on social media so Alex can see that I’m out with someone, but I don’t do it – he (unfortunately or fortunately) isn’t stupid and would figure out that I did it on purpose for him. And I don’t want that. I’ve already humiliated myself enough in front of him.

"So, maybe you’ll tell me what happened between you two?"

I flinch, remembering. I’m angry at Alex, even though I’m still in love with him. It’s such a weird feeling – loving and being furious at the same time. You know, something in between "I hope you die" and "I’ll die without you."

"Well, nothing...," I exhale heavily. "It seems to be sorting itself out. We started texting a little. But he doesn’t reply for a long time, doesn’t read my messages, answers unwillingly... I asked if he even wanted me to write, and he said ‘I’m all for it.’ I just don’t understand what’s going on. Alex is… well, Alex."

Adrian laughs and shakes his head.

"And the most important thing I feel is that he still loves me. It’s just that his love is so strange. It’s like… it’s not really love at all."

"Love can be different," Adrian says philosophically as he turns onto a narrow two-lane road on the other side of the lake. The streetlights flicker in different colors, and I stare again like a cat at a Christmas tree. "Just because he loves you differently than you’d like doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you at all. Besides, you said he’s depressed."

"Depressed," I sigh, confirming. "I know. It’s just so hard for me. I want everything to be completely different from how it is."

"Distance also plays a role," Adrian continues to comfort me. "If you were in the same city right now, you’d already have gone on a few dates, kissed in some dark alley, and your love would have flared up again."

"If we were in the same city, we wouldn’t have broken up!" I scoff. "Everything got ruined with that rushed attempt to live together."

"Well, screw it," Adrian shrugs. "You can see for yourself, something brought you two back together anyway. Give the guy a chance to get out of his depression, after all."

"Since when are you defending him?" I laugh.

"If I say everything I really want to, you’ll scratch my eyes out, and we’ll crash somewhere."

I laugh. It’s true: only I can say nasty things about Alex, and only when I’m justifiably angry with him. And I’m always justifiably angry because I’m such a fair person and definitely not an overly emotional girl, I swear.

"Hungry?"

It’s not that my stomach is hungry, but I have a very bad habit of eating away sadness, anger, tears, and pretty much everything else.

"A little."

We stand by the McDonald's until we've eaten everything we ordered. I've always envied Adrian for being able to eat as much as he wants and stay as skinny as a dried fish – I wish I had that superpower too. He's finishing his third burger, choking on laughter from my jokes, while I can't finish my one single burger, still laughing at some nonsense, even though I know that tomorrow morning, after this midnight snack, it's probably better not to step on the scale.

It’s snowing outside. Against the streetlight, I can see how tiny snowflakes fall slowly, spinning in the air. Our jackets are on the back seat, and I also envy Adrian for having the superpower to go outside in just a turtleneck and not freeze. Lana Del Rey is singing about the West Coast on the radio, and it contrasts so much with the landscape outside the windshield that I feel like I'm in a dream.

"Not so angry anymore?" Adrian laughs, biting into a nugget.

"I think I overate" I groan, weakly leaning back on the seat and gently patting my stomach.

Adrian chuckles softly.

"What could you have overeaten? Are you on your diets again? "

I've been on diets for as long as I can remember, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve been losing weight, then slipping and gaining it back. During the three months I was lying in bed, crying 24/7, I gained weight from stress, so now it's that period when I'm trying to lose it again. The endless circle of diets in my life. It would break if I had the strength to get into the habit of normal eating and some exercise, but I’m either too lazy or too weak-willed.

"No, I’m not on a diet," I deny, because Adrian will scold me if I admit it. He’s the type of person who constantly tells me that losing weight this way is dangerous, but who listens to him? Maybe someday I’ll get tired of it all, and I’ll actually listen to his advice, but probably not in this life. "It’s just that I can’t eat as much in one go as you."

He bursts out laughing. Adrian never believes me when I say I get full eating so little. No one really believes me. Maybe they would if I were thin, but I’m not.

He wipes his mouth and hands with the napkin I kindly offered, tucks his long dark-blonde hair behind his ears (it came out of the knot on the back of his neck), and drinks some cola.

"Should I take you home, or do you want to stop at the gas station with me and drive around a bit more?"

I don’t want to go home – there, I’ll lock myself in my room and cry over Alex again. So, the bright lit-up “M” fades behind us, and we head to the outskirts of the city.

At the gas station, Adrian gets out to fill up the tank and pay, while I stay in the car and sing along. Honestly, after the burger and Fanta, my mood has improved. Even though the song is sad (it’s Lana Del Rey! whose other songs can exist for you in the period when you are suffering because of a boyfriend?), I’m almost dancing in my seat, imagining I’m singing on stage, occasionally looking at Alex in the audience, who’s shedding a solitary tear, realizing from the lyrics how deeply he’s hurt me with his behavior. And I sing to him, and to thousands of other cold, distant guys who can’t return their girlfriends’ love. Too bad it's just fantasy, and even if it were true, Alex wouldn’t care about what I’m singing about. A sad song is just a sad song, what’s there to think about?

It’s not that he changed in any special way. From the very beginning of our relationship, he wasn’t very open with his affections – that’s just who he is. Along with his natural secrecy and phlegmatic nature, he also has depression and struggles with studying, so blaming him is truly pointless. But I still wanted our relationship to look different. I wanted to go on dates with him, kiss under streetlights, send each other cute love memes in the chat, and feel… well, you know, like a girl who has a boyfriend. I bite my cheek, unwilling to admit the real thought that’s been running through my mind all evening: it should have been Alex driving me around the city at night, feeding me at McDonald's, and entertaining me with funny jokes, not Adrian. Although, Alex doesn’t have a driver’s license or a car, but you get what I mean.

Adrian comes back with a couple of my favorite candy bars and insists on pushing them into my hands.

"Here, keep them in case you get hit with another love slump."

I laugh weakly and put the candy bars in my purse. Something tells me I’ll end up eating them tonight, to the sound of sad songs (I have a separate playlist called “him❤️‍🩹” filled with a bunch of sad songs, what a shame, yeah?), if I don’t forget they’re in my purse and they don’t melt.

"Come on, stop moping," he pats me encouragingly on the shoulder. "Two depressed people in one couple is a bit too much. Someone has to stay alright."

I laugh out of obligation, tilt my head on my shoulder, and admire the snowstorm that’s gotten stronger while we were at the gas station. Something tells me that tonight, in my journal, I’ll draw myself with Alex, dreaming about what could have been if it had been him, instead of Adrian, tonight.

[jmagnabo92]

CBS Ghosts - Pilot - Ghosts on the Accident

OOOOH the reaction to Sam’s accident.  

Please note, some of my commentary mentions things for throughout both seasons of the show so far.

Gifs and discussion below.

Okay - when did the ghosts gather?  When Jay went running out of the room?  When the ambulance showed up?  When?  Also, is Alberta missing in this scene?  Is Sass?  How ARE THEY NOT THERE?  Like this is a BIG EVENT - ALL of the ghosts should be there.

ANYWHO.

It’s AMAZING how attached Hetty became in just a short while to Sam.  She went from “ew I hope we’re not related” to “Eh, she’s nice” to “How dare you murder my kin - I love her” real fast.  

I can’t believe she accuses Trevor of murder though - Trevor is NOT the murdering kind, Hetty.  Literally, Alberta has buried bodies, Flower has chased down runners, Thor’s an actual murderer, and big spoilers here: your son (should be grandson) murdered one of your own and you’re accusing him without letting him explain???? RUDE.

Side note, Pete raised his hands to stop her and potentially step in.

I LOVE that Trevor defends himself.  He looks SO YOUNG and AFRAID, but like he does with the ‘embarrassment’ conversation - he stands up for himself.  He just wanted to beat the vase - he wasn’t thinking about Sam or anyone else getting hurt.  He just wanted to win - and he would never hurt anyone.  

This moment right here is when it became clear that Trevor was far too innocent (might not be the right word) and kind to really be the image he projects.  

Poor kid.  

Also, one thing to note - I think he’s afraid that he might’ve caused Sam to die young because he absolutely reliving his own death.  As the most recently dead, there’s no way that he’s not flashing back to his death.  

OMG that makes Hetty accusing him of murder & the situation where everyone’s looking at him like he’s guilty SO MUCH WORSE.

For some reason, I don’t have a gif of Pete saying that he’s right and defending him, but I know he did it and I’m SO GLAD that Trevor has back up because no one else was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and that just bites.

Trevor deserves better.

Okay - when did Jay change?  Did he leave Sam to change?  

Also, Thor - Husband guy = sad, of course he is!  Sam’s nearly dead and might not make it!  Why wouldn’t he be sad.

OOOOh - Isaac makes a good point - they fought over this dumbass rundown house and he would feel SO GUILTY if she didn’t make it.  Like fighting over the house and then she dies - ouch.  Anyway, I can’t imagine how terrified Jay is right now.  

Side note - what did the ghosts in the shed/basement think about these events?

Poor Jay.

I love this tidbit about Flower.  We learn right away that she cares deeply for Ira and that he was WITH her when she ‘wandered over to the property’.  

Also, it’s so weird how connected she is to Ira only for her to later say ‘she’s got commitment issues, man’.  

Side note, she tries to cover up Ira’s feelings for her with “also, bear.”  So...

So, we learn something about Pete, too.  

A) Married to Carol

B) Fought with her the day he died. 

Pete looks so chill talking about the fight with Carol and just sitting there like... life lesson quietly.  

OMG this Speech about how you never know when the last moment is going to be and how important it is.  And it’s SO GOOD seeing Sam&Jay - particularly Jay as Jay goes through hell watching her go through all these things and just HOPING that she makes it through.

Side note - obviously, it’s the show so they wouldn’t hire Jay’s parents/sister for this one scene, but with knowing that ALL Bela did was send some flowers, I have to wonder if he went through this alone?  Because they could’ve just mentioned his family supporting him in through this.

In fact, based off the off-hand remarks about the money, I assume that his parents were less than supportive - I really, really want more on that.  

Poor Jay, though.

ANYWAY, that’ll come later.

OOOOOKAYYYYYY.  So, Pete ruins a fantastic speech by remembering what the fight was about - which that’s one of the dumbest fights to have and not resolve.  

This tells us ALOT about Carol/Pete - they fought about something small, didn’t bother to make up and then he died.  He says he thinks that she did it to spite him because ‘she didn’t even like donut holes’, and we know she was cheating, but you have to wonder - how did they get there?  How did a 16 year marriage get to that kind of place?  

Also, knowing what we know about Pete ‘taking it’, I wonder if they both had like a score card?  I wonder when things fell apart?  I wonder if Carol was as hurt that Pete died after such a pointless fight?  I really want to know.

OOOOOOH, Side note - is this the only time Hetty uses a shortened name?

LOL - Pete’s just like “Okay, calm down - anyway, life is precious” like he didn’t just spaz about donut hole fights.  

LMAO - what an ending - Thor is like “Donut holes?”  and Pete is just like “It’s - well, nothing...”

Still, this scene gave us good info on Trevor, Pete, and Flower - the youngest ghosts whose deaths are the closest all have stronger reactions to what happened.  

Pete & Flower talking about their deaths in some detail.  

Trevor looks white as a sheet, very freaked out in the beginning about possibly causing Sam’s death.  He absolutely doesn’t want someone to be dead because of him.  Poor Trev has been through it.

Thanks for reading :). Feel free to chat about it.

[chaos-is-neutral]

One of my followers on Bluesky gave me the title Always You to work with for a fun activity so I thought I would post the little bit I wrote! (I need to post thread stuff on here too)

Katsuki is a prince about to inherit the throne. Both parents want to step down within the coming years. Katsuki though is scared of the thought of becoming king. One night he goes to the local gentleman's club to blow off some steam.

As he sits down he mets a fellow man playing poker. The younger man is wearing a hat and jacket despite being inside. Katsuki though knocks it down to it almost being winter. Katsuki is a pro at poker. He is getting in his groove when the new man lays down his cards. "That's a flush," the guy grumbles. Something is off about his voice, but Katsuki is too fucking angry! How dare someone beat him.

He challenges the guy to another round and again Katsuki loses. By the end of the night he has lined this man's pockets. He bids them a good night, but Katsuki follows him. "Hey how did you beat me?! No one every has?" The young man kept his head down, so not much of his face could be see. Katsuki noticed he had some round cheeks for a man. "You have a tell when you're about to lose," he said. Katsuki crossed his arms, saying 'well tell me'. The man though just walked away. Katsuki would have chased him but he was stuned by the audacity this young man had.

The next night he comes, but the young man isn't there. He doesn't show his face for a whole week. Katsuki was about to say that he just imagined that night, because clearly no one could beat him until he walked in and saw the young man again. He sat beside him, "Didn't think you were real? Got scared I'd beat you." The young man just laughed as he looked at him. Those dark brown eyes had his heart racing. "My lord you will never beat me at poker. You are too easy to read!"

Katsuki's eye twitched as he slammed his hand down. "OH YOU'RE SO ON!"

And Katsuki lost…horribly.

Though as he played he did talk to the young man. It was weird how even though he fucking aggrivated the fuck out of him, he was so easy to talk to. His name was Haru and he only came on Sundays. Some how Katsuki would find himself going every Sunday to play with this man. Months went by and they grew closer. "Are you attending the ball my mother is throwing?" he asked. The young man shook his head no, "I will be out for family business. I am sorry." For some reason this made Katsuki sad.

The night of the ball, he walked around sulking. He made his way around before retiring to the game room. Men and women were all playing and he plopped down next to a brown haired woman. She turned to face him and gave him a smile. "My lord! I did not know you played," she said. Katsuki knew this woman from somewhere, but he could not figure it out. Those chubby cheeks were ringing something in his head.

"I casually play."

"Would you like to join? We just finished this game!"

Katsuki shrugged but agreed. It wouldn't be the same as playing with his friend. The match seemed to go on awhile until he looked at his cards. HA, a winning hand, he thought. "And that's game!" the brown haired woman said and laid down a winning hand better than his. "HOW DID! WHAT!?" The woman laughed and again Katsuki thought he knew it from some where. "Did not know the prince was a sore loser," she said. "I am not. I was…I was just taken by surprise a woman could be good a poker." That was definitely the wrong thing to say. Those brown eyes glared at him as if trying to burn him.

"Let's go again. I bet this woman can beat you," she said cofindently.

"Bring it!"

Katsuki lost five times.

The woman, who he learned to be Ochako, chuckled as she gathered her money and got up to leave. Katsuki quickly followed her. "How the hell did you do it!?" he asked. Ochako turned to him and gave him a smile, "You have a tell when you're about to lose. My lord you are too easy to read," Katsuki suddenly had a flash of dejuvu. As she walked away he remembered where he heard that laugh. Haru…Ochako had the same laugh as Haru.

[icharchivist]

You raise a good point

Orologia is so sad from so many angles

But at the same time, I kinda hope Danchou and Logia too don't tell the others about the lives they could have had

I feel like saying "I'm sorry, your life could have been perfect and happy, but you suffering trauma and other shortcomings just ended up being more important for the sake of the whole world" would upset people and feel needlessly cruel

"You could have had it all but then the world would have ended" sounds like a cop-out, people could get upset and yell and claim Orologia didn't try hard enough, because they don't know better

So I hope we don't tell Seox, because he's in a good place now and I don't want him to have to think back about his suffering or getting lost in any what-if scenarios

You're welcome to disagree with me, obviously, I just personally don't think anyone would really benefit from this knowledge, y'know

i do agree actually that there is no winning on this one. Even if they manage to rationalize that Orologia tried their best, that the timelines with their happiness would somehow have brought the end of the world, it would be... an incredibly bitter pill to swallow.

I do think some of it were said to some people tho -- considering some of the homescreen lines have like, Lancelot or Narmaya (that comes to mind) comment on their dark alternate universe for instance.

I think it might be easier, in general, to tell them how things could have gone wrong and how much better they have it now --

but telling them "here's how you could have been happy" would be cruel.

and Seox also comments in the homelines that "being raised with MC? i wish that would have been possible..." that implies he might know that it has been a possibility (but also, like, i think it's something he could have imagined without thinking it would absolve him from the massacre. After all in Seeds of Redemption we learn that when he met our father after the massacre, our father talked about us to him, and Seox did dream of being able to stay with that man by staying with his family too, but that never happened. So, even if you tell seox "you were raised with MC" he could think "oh so their father brought me home after the massacre?" -- without having to know that, no, the timeline they're talking about saves him from that entirely.)

but regardless, yeah, i think Seox probably shouldn't know about it too. He is learning to accept what happened, he is still struggling with his relationship with Nehan nowadays, i think it would be too cruel to tell him that it could all have been avoided.

which is why i think Orologia would just look at Seox from afar. Not telling him anything, but looking at him with so much love, and sadness, and guilt. And Seox would not understand what is it about. Seox is already on the shy front too, so it's not like he would reach out to ask. But clearly this newcomer in the crew has been looking at him strange -- and even if Seox manage to gather the courage to ask, they keep dodging his questions.

Seox learns who Orologia is and their power, and he has to believe it means Logia saw something in others timelines about him, that they saw the massacre, perhaps they're judging him for that.

Eventually Logia can only tell him that they'd never judge, that it was a tragedy and they're sad for Seox, is all.

I think Seox could accept that. Even if it would be weird to have Orologia feeling this intensely about it.

But for Orologia...... it's looking at their son in the eyes, trying to hold back tears because they couldn't find a timeline to spare him from those horrors. Now he's doing better, but he had to go through unspeakable horrors, no matter how hard Orologia tried to spare him from it. Hell i suppose Logia was relieved when, in trying to keep Seofon in track by having him create the Eternals, they gave Seox a new home that could actually have him work through his guilt and have people who loves him dearly. At least Logia has to think about that.

but.... still. Logia is looking at their son in the eyes, a son who suffered so much because Logia couldn't be there to love him despite their best efforts... and they can't even hold him in his arms. Because Seox will never know how deep Orologia's love runs. He can't ever know about it. Because else the truth will have to be revealed and nothing will hurt either of them more.

Seox was Orologia's son, and now Orologia has to treat him like a stranger, because revealing it to him would be a hundred time worse.

I do think Seox shouldn't learn the details of the truth.

But it makes the whole thing even more tragic for a guy who's defined by how his parents abused him so hard that he snapped after they drugged him and he killed everyone in their clan, including children like him. The one kid who had spent his life yearning for a family who could love him, closing himself out of the affection of others because of the depth of his sins.... and he'll never know that in front of him, there is a parent who loved him so, so deeply, who tried to spare him this fate.

Seox will never know the depth of the love, because he did not experience it, so he will not be able to process how big Orologia's sacrifice actually was.

Ignorance is best for Seox. But it comes with never telling him he had a parent who loved him.

... But Orologia will always know. And they won't be able to tell their son how sorry they are. They can't hold him and tell him how much they wished things were different.

and that's an awful thing, isn't it?

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts - Pilot - Ghosts on the Accident

Warning Spoilers May Appear.

Okay - when did the ghosts gather?  When Jay went running out of the room?  When the ambulance showed up?  When?  Also, is Alberta missing in this scene?  Is Sass?  How ARE THEY NOT THERE?  Like this is a BIG EVENT - ALL of the ghosts should be there.

ANYWHO.

It’s AMAZING how attached Hetty became in just a short while to Sam.  She went from “ew I hope we’re not related” to “Eh, she’s nice” to “How dare you murder my kin - I love her” real fast.  

I can’t believe she accuses Trevor of murder though - Trevor is NOT the murdering kind, Hetty.  Literally, Alberta has buried bodies, Flower has chased down runners, Thor’s an actual murderer, and big spoilers here: your son (should be grandson) murdered one of your own and you’re accusing him without letting him explain???? RUDE.

Side note, Pete raised his hands to stop her and potentially step in. He's the mediator for the ghosts, so this makes total sense.

I LOVE that Trevor defends himself.  He looks SO YOUNG and AFRAID, but like he does with the ‘embarrassment’ conversation - he stands up for himself.  He just wanted to beat the vase - he wasn’t thinking about Sam or anyone else getting hurt.  He just wanted to win - and he would never hurt anyone.  

He also wanted to prove himself, so this is truly terrible.

This moment right here is when it became clear that Trevor was far too innocent (might not be the right word) and kind to really be the image he projects.  

Poor kid.  

Also, one thing to note - I think he’s afraid that he might’ve caused Sam to die young because he absolutely reliving his own death.  As the most recently dead, there’s no way that he’s not flashing back to his death.  

OMG that makes Hetty accusing him of murder & the situation where everyone’s looking at him like he’s guilty SO MUCH WORSE.

For some reason, I don’t have a gif of Pete saying that he’s right and defending him, but I am like 95% sure that he did it and I’m SO GLAD that Trevor has back up because no one else was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and that just bites.

Trevor deserves better.

Okay - when did Jay change?  Did he leave Sam to change?  

Also, Thor - Husband guy = sad, of course he is!  Sam’s nearly dead and might not make it!  Why wouldn’t he be sad.

OOOOh - Isaac makes a good point - they fought over this dumbass rundown house and he would feel SO GUILTY if she didn’t make it.  Like fighting over the house and then she dies - ouch.  Anyway, I can’t imagine how terrified Jay is right now.  

Side note - what did the ghosts in the shed/basement think about these events?

Poor Jay.

I love this tidbit about Flower.  We learn right away that she cares deeply for Ira and that he was WITH her when she ‘wandered over to the property’.  

Also, it’s so weird how connected she is to Ira only for her to later say ‘she’s got commitment issues, man’.  

Side note, she tries to cover up Ira’s feelings for her with “also, bear.”  So...

So, we learn something about Pete, too.  

A) Married to Carol

B) Fought with her the day he died. 

Pete looks so chill talking about the fight with Carol and just sitting there like... life lesson quietly.  

OMG this Speech about how you never know when the last moment is going to be and how important it is.  And it’s SO GOOD seeing Sam&Jay - particularly Jay as Jay goes through hell watching her go through all these things and just HOPING that she makes it through.

Side note - obviously, it’s the show so they wouldn’t hire Jay’s parents/sister for this one scene, but with knowing that ALL Bela did was send some flowers, I have to wonder if he went through this alone?  Because they could’ve just mentioned his family supporting him in through this.

In fact, based off the off-hand remarks about the money, I assume that his parents were less than supportive - I really, really want more on that.  

Poor Jay, though.

ANYWAY, that’ll come later.

OOOOOKAYYYYYY.  So, Pete ruins a fantastic speech by remembering what the fight was about - which that’s one of the dumbest fights to have and not resolve.  

This tells us ALOT about Carol/Pete - they fought about something small, didn’t bother to make up and then he died.  He says he thinks that she did it to spite him because ‘she didn’t even like donut holes’, and we know she was cheating, but you have to wonder - how did they get there?  How did a 16 year marriage get to that kind of place?  

Also, knowing what we know about Pete ‘taking it’, I wonder if they both had like a score card?  I wonder when things fell apart?  I wonder if Carol was as hurt that Pete died after such a pointless fight?  I really want to know.

OOOOOOH, Side note - is this the only time Hetty uses a shortened name?

LOL - Pete’s just like “Okay, calm down - anyway, life is precious” like he didn’t just spaz about donut hole fights.

LMAO - what an ending - Thor is like “Donut holes?”  and Pete is just like “It’s - well, nothing...”

Still, this scene gave us good info on Trevor, Pete, and Flower - the youngest ghosts whose deaths are the closest all have stronger reactions to what happened.  

Pete & Flower talking about their deaths in some detail.  

Trevor looks white as a sheet, very freaked out in the beginning about possibly causing Sam’s death.  He absolutely doesn’t want someone to be dead because of him.  Poor Trev has been through it.

Thanks for reading :). Feel free to chat :)

[amuseoffyre]

Don’t Tell Mama - #457 & 458

“Good news?” Stede inquired drowsily when Ed set down his phone.

Tipping himself back into the bed and rolling over to tuck himself against Stede’s side, Ed nodded contentedly. “Iz got Jackie and Josiah lined up for the do. Got a couple of others who might be up for it, but at least now, we have a base to work from.”

“Tomorrow?” Stede’s fingers dipped into his hair, smoothing through it. “Or later?”

“Can make a start tomorrow, first thing.”

And then back out to see auntie H again. They were picking her up to go on a day trip to Tauranga. She was going there to meet some old friends and had insisted they come along and he had a sneaking suspicion she wanted to show him off to some of her other old auntie mates. Warm up for the thing. The gathering. The reunion. But was it really a reunion when you hadn’t met more than one of the people there? Auntie H definitely thought so. Either way, the do. The thing. The many people coming to meet him and so he could finally, finally meet them.

Bit late, but he’d made it in the end.

“She’s nice, your auntie,” Stede murmured.

It wasn’t the first time he’d said it since they’d left her house, each time said a bit differently, like he was still turning it over in his mind.

“Y’can just call her auntie too, y’know,” Ed said, rubbing his cheek against Stede’s shoulder.

“Yes. She said that.”

That made Ed lift his head to look down at Stede. “You okay?”

“Mm.” Stede chewed his lip thoughtfully. “It’s just… odd.”

“Odd?” Ed’s tummy went all trembly. Nerves were getting him over and over again this week. “Odd-bad?”

Stede’s nose wrinkled up a bit. “Odd that she was nicer to me than my own family were. I didn’t– I haven’t had anyone be like that to me before.”

Ed stared at him. “What? Never?”

Stede shrugged. “Maybe when I was little, but I don’t– I can’t think of any occasion.” He gave Ed such a placid look and fuck, Ed wanted to reach back through time and yell at Stede’s shitty shitty relatives. “Is that strange?”

“Yes!” Ed scrambled up in the covers to wrap Stede up in a hug. “Yes, that’s strange and shit and fucking hell.” He pressed kisses on Stede’s cheeks. “You deserve to be fucking adored. You deserve to have people like you because you are so fucking lovely.”

“Oh!” Stede’s cheeks were getting hotter under his pushy kisses. “That’s – I mean I know I’m a lot. And a little bit weird”

“You are and a lot weird,” Ed agreed, “and it’s fucking great and if your parents’ heads were so far up their arses that they couldn’t see it, then that’s their own stupid fault.”

Stede made a little hum of thought and Ed ran back his last words.

“You’re wondering if they could fit their heads up there, aren’t you?”

“It does seem like it would be quite a tight fit,” Stede agreed.

Ed planted a last wet and noisy kiss on his cheek. “I fucking love your weird brain and all the bits its attached to.”

“I like your brain too,” Stede said, fond and sleepy. “It’s a very good brain.”

“It is. And it’s smart enough to absolutely fucking adore you.”

“And that makes it a lot weird too.” Stede’s eyes danced.

“Fucking menace,” Ed informed him happily, snuggling back down beside him as Stede switched off the light. He tucked his arm over Stede’s chest, rubbing his chin along Stede’s shoulder. “Hey. Stede?”

“Mm?”

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

He shrugged a bit. “Being here. Staying with me. Pretending to be a butch dickhole to make me laugh.”

Stede’s hand found his on his chest, squeezing it. “Darling,” he said softly, “I would be a butch dickhole as often as you wanted me to, if it makes you smile.”

“…even in front of Izzy?”

Stede’s breath hitched in a giggle. “Can you imagine the look on his face?”

Ed could and did and cackled. “Fuck, yes. We’re doing it.”

“Shall I put on your things? And a fake moustache?”

Ed grinned against his chest. “You could grow one while we’re out here. Go home all butched up and scare the shit out of everyone.”

Stede giggled and tugged his hair. “You’re a terrible influence.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“I didn’t, did I?” He could hear Stede’s smile. “I’ll consider it.”

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[pissypuffypissers]

For example, one of my little dudes rn is setting up a tank, BEAUTIFULLY. He's so detailed and he's planned it so well, and is enacting the plan honestly BETTER than I would. (im really proud of him, I feel like I acted as a stepping stone and ajlbvdeukads little man is so smart. I feel almost like a proud parent.) Is catching flack for being responsible. Its taken over a month and a half for it to start a nitrogen cycle and he's been catching flak for that whole duration. Like, at this point the poor boys been shit on by his siblings, grandparents, and parents for not stocking that tank with fish. Even though he's being so responsible and is exhibiting so much self control, just so his fishy friends can be healthy. They dont know shit about fish care/keeping. They dont know his hobbies and they, well, dont know. Which is fine! But imagine if he was being guided in his fish keeping by people who dont know. He'd have a crappy tank he wouldnt be proud of, as he loves a densely planted forest look, with fake plants he wouldnt take pride in having, and a tank full of dead fish or dying fish. Because he went out and found a mentor, he's doing amazing! Dense plant growth, amazing aquascape, and he knows the different nitrifying bacteria in the aquarium and is learning to fuck with PH by manipulating the KH/GH/TDS of the water column. I did nothing but teach him the nitrogen cycle and how to find good deals on plants. He just needed a tiny, tiny nudge and he was off to the races and surpassed me, and many, MANY other adults. He's only one, small example out of hundreds of interactions with kids/people as a whole. Kids THRIVE off of mentor relations, and more people should be willing to make them!

IDK, I feel like It shows how broken our society is when it comes to children. Hell, I was told that me merely interacting with kids, which is really just watching youtube videos that are centered around making aquariums/tarantulas/the universe (one of them really loves black holes and theories with white holes and stuff), discussing topics around it semi seriously, and me giving them dating advice WHEN THEY ASKED (most of my answers boil down to communicate well and shit) was weird! Like, IDK. I feel like both online and IRL kids are just avoided. Like they have a plague or some shit. Like, sure i've had to put my foot down a few times. Establish hard boundaries on appropriate conversation topics and shit but like.... I enjoy my time with kids. I think theyre fun, interesting people. I enjoy being able to act as a mentor, I enjoy hearing about their days and seeing them enjoy their youth. I wish more people gave children a chance to be more than a mostly silent person at a family gathering that only interacted with other kids. Sometimes I will go ahead and tell a kid that adult conversations are going on, and ill be with them later, but.... its so easy to treat them like humans. People need to treat kids like humans, not a pet.

Sorry for the incoherent vent, it just grinds my gears. Points are poorly made, shit is badly worded, but whatever.

TDLR: Kids need mentors, mentors are good, more adults should act as mentors as it can help protect kids from pedos.

Child abuse is a big problem, so it's important that we don't let children communicate with adults except their parents and other official authority figures. Everyone knows the best way to prevent child abuse is to keep children isolated and ensure all their communications are controlled.

[buds-and-baubles]

I feel evil for saying this, but I would have loved for M react to Apollo’s death in DC vs Vampires. (I’m sorry Apollo, I want you to live and have a happy family.) I don’t think he even mentioned having a husband or why they were separated from each other.

It also would have been sweet to see M meet baby Jenny again (please, DC, I’m begging you, reunite this family.)

i agree with this hardcore! yeah he didn't mention a previous team or husband or why they were separated from each other.

and you read my mind for the last part tbh.. plus imagining jack and midnighter having to work together on something would be entertaining.

i read the whole series including the two new issues to answer this and.. honestly i'm not sure it's worth writing? it's an extremely messy set universe with tons of plot holes and the longer it's going the worse it gets imo.

how i would've written one focused on the authority is this:

issues with time and space due to the utter upset the vampires caused allowed one universe of the original authority team and the rest of wildstorm be in the utter shithole of transfers, but early on in the authority's timeline.

the carrier knew this all going down was bad and can't go to help. even if she could, revealing herself could mean interdimensional vampires and the sentient shift ship wouldn't allow that.

jenny sparks does her best to lead with limited time outside her era since all the shit means she's displaced (seriously dc writers she's the spirit of the 20th century), but knows the longer they're stuck there, the more she is like a ticking explosion.

they can still communicate via radio telepathy thanks to angie but have jeroen safeguard it with magic just in case. angie works in secret to make a cure. not just for that but so no vampire can bite her. she'd be a dangerous one and she'd sooner remove her liquid machinery blood before that would happen. she's also making sure any of their technological movements are hidden.

jack's bouncing from city to city determining which ones got a good chance of humans that can turn the tides. he's got an advantage with his weird anatomy that's unlike anything on that earth and he uses the hell out of it.

the rest are leading rescue efforts of humans. until the tides of the fight get worse. and get worse it does.

when it reached close to midnight, jenny sparks realized her time was up and she shouted for the doctor to send her somewhere she could take out the most vampires. before she left she told them all to be good, and somewhere, in singapore, there was a child they needed to find. then she took out so many vampires none can really say. it was a shock to the vampire king that there was suddenly a being strong enough to do that he had no idea of.

priorities changed then. shen in communication with angie takes to the skies to keep rescuing people and try to figure out how to reverse a cure.

jeroen splits his time between helping them and begrudgingly with the magic users not yet turned like constantine (who he admits to not liking) on how to turn the tide. this is their first official reveal to the dc characters in this.

jack is trying to make his way to signapore on his own as he still is gathering information on the cities, vampire movements, and how the humans are doing all at the same time. jokingly calls himself the world's living greatest detective once because i think i'm funny.

and apollo and midnighter? they fly for a bit but then take on foot again in a race to get to signapore to find the spirit of the 21st century, who is oddly being born way later than she should.

on the journey is when they get news that shen had been turned. somehow, by jenny sparks who wasn't so dead as they thought. she managed to fight against the control, and angie is trying to use shen's blood to cure all the vampires.

they send a message one day across the radio telepathy that they have to move and be radio silent because jenny sparks can still hear on the main channel and that others can too. this is their final group contact.

jeroen focuses his efforts on the magic side. angie and shen are trying to juggle running and finding a cure. jack is juggling all his shit.

apollo and midnighter feel back like where they started.. on the run against the world but this time it really isn't just them. when they reach asia, that's when the sun is hidden by the vampires.

midnighter doesn't beg apollo to go because he doesn't want to, but knows he'll die. as far as they know based on information sweeps, he is the third sun powered super left on earth that isn't turned or truly dead. apollo kisses him goodbye and flies up into the sky to curl up outside of earth's orbit around the vampire technology that blocked out the sun to soak in its rays, alone.

midnighter continues on without apollo, who he'd discussed with on the beginning of this journey the idea of being husbands and well, fuck it, they can just call themselves that since there's nobody alive to officiate. he reaches singapore alone.

jack joins him on the journey who knows how far along while he's scouring the streets and fucking up vampires as he goes, with further news about jenny sparks. he had seen jenny recently, and she claimed that she had outright killed engineer and drained swift on orders of the king since their traitorous ways outweighed their benefits. they're both skeptical about the truth of that but feel regardless.. that they needed revenge for what she did to them both.

there's arguing between eachother of how to proceed where they go from here if jack's source is correct. could they find jeroen and try fixing all of this for everybody? or is that pointless? jack focuses more on how they'll survive the current battle and knows that the only chance they got against jenny sparks is if the sun king shows. midnighter argues that they could handle it too even if his computer brain disagrees, purely because he knows that apollo showing means apollo dies.

the search reaches its final hour as jack has gotten information outside the city that leads him right back to singapore with where jenny sparks and jenny quantum might be.

they fight against a very different fairchild which leads to her death, and jenny sparks shows. jack was right and it's truly a fight both of them are outmatched for. jenny sparks on the regular was powerful like you couldn't believe but a vampire? yeah.

they had talked that jack would take the lead on the fight because... his physiology and the difference of telling between whether cities count with what's left of humanity or how many vampires there are is making him reach his own sort of final hour too. is he turning? can that even happen unbitten to him?

when jenny has jack close so she can rip out his throat in one hand and midnighter injured, that's when apollo shows and he brings the sun to her. it was his final stand and now apollo lay a dehydrated skeleton in his uniform now still with his white hair too otherworldly and good just like he was. their chest symbols are all midnighter has left tying them together.

he wishes now more than ever that the tales of other universes back when he asked jenny sparks when they first got stuck here were a lie.

maybe in another life, a single universe would let me keep you. was there nothing i could do?

jack stumbles over to the muffled sound of crying with the loss of apollo and probable losses of angie and shen between them. when he throws open the door, there she is. jenny quantum, the spirit of the 21st century.

midnighter gets up to see the baby, holding over the wound in his chest where he's missing one of his two hearts in more ways than simply physical. he scoops up jenny in his arms and stands beside jack. they both silently agree on the fact that they wish that apollo could have seen her. that angie and shen would've loved her just like he would've.

jack says he's going off on his own again since he doesn't know that even with this if he'll eventually turn because of the human to vampire ratio. he urges midnighter to find jeroen in hiding following the failed magic user gathering, to reset and undo this fucked up universe with the combined powers of the doctor and new jenny.

the ending follows a sequence of midnighter traveling with baby jenny and the various stops to feed her, let her sleep, and change her along the way. he passes by so many people and vampires on what feels like a march to the death. but if there's a chance that this can work and he can see his heart again? it's worth it for him and this baby. his baby. she would've been their baby, their daughter. maybe in other universes she is.

he reaches jeroen and they know they don't have much time. there was a vampire change in leadership and another who apparently who has aided the first overthrow and now wants a second is declaring a war. if they find out what they're doing, they're good as dead.

there's a burst of energy magical and not, of purple and blue, and then.. midnighter wakes up in bed. it was a bad dream for their whole reality possibly knowing how this shit does or doesn't work, maybe for whatever that fucked up earth was before it got fucked up too. he has time to process this and ask if the others saw it too in the morning. he falls back to sleep in apollo's embrace, those thoughts on his mind along with the thought that perhaps someday they should get married. it sounds right to him. like home.

somewhere, both a distant future and past, dick grayson wakes up in a cold sweat. that was.. a badly written nightmare if he's seen any.

[imbonewary]

Shifting Sans Chapter 4 "Not in Kansas Anymore"

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 5

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"I don't pretend to know any details of why or how or whatever," I continued, sitting back down. "But it's the only explanation that makes any kind of sense to me. Who do you think I am, Papyrus?"

"I think that you're a clone of Sans," He said immediately, meeting my accusatory glare head on. "With false memories, though I don't know why."

"A clone?!" I reeled. That's a thing? "And why would I have false memories that are so inconsistent? It makes no sense."

"Perhaps it would help if you explained more about uh "where you're from" as you put it," Toriel cut off whatever response Papyrus was about to make. He huffed and leaned back against the banister with folded arms. "Maybe then we could understand a bit better why you think it's so divergent."

I cringed. I hate talking about myself, especially certain parts of my past, and I'm not sure I can skip those if my theory is right. God I hate this. 

"Fine, I guess I'll establish a baseline first," I said, mind going a million miles a minute. Where do I even start? "You said Asriel was King before Undyne; well, where I'm from, Asriel died when he was still a young Prince, so that seems like a good enough place to start. The royal family," no need to go into who his parents were just yet. "Had adopted a human child that fell into the underground and the two kids were inseparable. At some point, the human got really sick and died, convincing Asriel to absorb their soul and go through the barrier. I think the plan was to gather 6 more souls and break the barrier but Asriel came back empty handed and promptly died from his injuries. The King declared war on humanity for killing his son and the Queen left him in disgust, hiding in the Ruins instead."

"In more recent history, I was born with a fallen soul," I continued before anyone could interject. "My parents did their best to keep me alive until my little brother was born and I found the will to live. Fast forward a dozen or so happy childhood years and I was the protégé of the then Royal Scientist."

The sudden drop in temperature was almost palpable. What kind of reaction was this? I hadn't even said his name yet. Welp, gonna have to ask about that later. 

"One day, there was a terrible accident and my parents were among the casualties. The Royal Scientist was kind enough to take me and my brother in." There was a spike of grim anticipation. "I realized too late that it was a trap, just to get me and my brother under his thumb." I felt a strange relief, like the acceptance you might feel being proved right about something you wish you had gotten wrong. There was no other way to describe it. Boy, feeling other people's emotions was weird. 

"You don't have to go into the experiments right now if you don't want to," Toriel said softly. That was suspicious, I hadn't said I was experimented on yet. Was it that obvious what he was planning?

"Right," I breathed. Not gonna look this gift horse in the mouth. "Years later, I escaped with my brother and set us up in Snowdin, as far from the Hotland Labs as I could get us. That's when the real hell started." They didn't seem too surprised about the Labs, I wonder... "Does the term "reset" mean anything to you?"

It definitely meant something to Papyrus. 

All kinds of alarm bells were going off in his direction, from panic to fear to anger to god knows what else. I looked up at him in surprise, finding Pap frozen, his eyes pinpricks, staring blankly at nothing. I knew that expression all too well; he was neck deep in a flashback. Again, not the reaction I was expecting. I wasn't the only one who noticed but we all collectively agreed to ignore it for now.

"What do you mean by "reset"?" Toriel asked slowly, glancing at Papyrus before focusing back on me. 

"Oh boy," I sighed. "This oughta be fun. Imagine this: you're going about your day, as usual, when suddenly it's like the past hour never happened. Everything happens exactly like it just did in that hour but you already knew what was coming because you'd just lived it. Imagine the same thing happening but with days, weeks, months... years. Where time just, steps back a bit, like an intense deja vu but you can change things, not just live through it. You could tell someone a secret, then time would step back and they'd have never heard it before. You bake a cake then suddenly have to do it all over again 'cause it never happened. And you have no idea what's going to stick or how far back you'll step, how much living could just be erased at a moments notice. How many memories you will have that no one else will ever know, 'cause no one ever remembers but you and that god damn flower!" I growled that last bit before realizing I probably shouldn't have said that. Tipped my cards a little too much. 

"Flower?" Toriel cocked her head. I sighed. It was too much to hope that they hadn't caught that last bit.

"Yeah, Flowey the Flower," I said, staring back at the floor. No point denying it now. "I could never really confirm it, since I didn't want him to know that I could remember, but I'm pretty sure he was controlling it since everyone else would act the same unless he was involved somehow and all of his actions would have cascading effects. He was nice for a while, tried to get everyone a "happy ending" but... power corrupts. I mean, what would you do if you were above consequences?"

I let that hang in the air for a bit.

"Anyways," I changed the subject. "Another supporting point for my "alternate universe" theory is that each of you is similar to people I know but not quite. Like Alphys being the current Royal Scientist, not Toriel. You asked where I live in Snowdin; well I'm supposed to live here, in this house, with my innocent younger brother Papyrus. Undyne is supposed to be Captain and Asgore is supposed to be the King, not the other way around. Mettané is called Mettaton and has a robot body, not a wheelchair." 

"Well that," Toriel sounded out of breath. "Is certainly a lot to take in... Um, you mentioned Asgore being the King, does that mean he took over later?"

"Noticed that, huh?" Of course Asgore is what she noticed. "No, Asgore is a boss monster so he was still King after Asriel's death. Is Undyne a boss monster?"

"Yes, as was Asriel before his death," Toriel replied. I guess Boss Monsters work different around here. "Aside from the age difference, and Asriel adopting the human as his child instead of sibling, Asriel's story seems more or less the same. Who," she swallowed hard. "Who were your Asriel's parents?"

"As I'm sure you've already put together," I tried not to smirk. "Asgore was Asriel's father. But that's not what you're worried about, is it?" Toriel blushed and looked away. Silly goat. "Well, my Asriel's mother was indeed named Toriel. She's also a boss monster so she's still kicking too." Until the kid got to her but that's not important yet. "At least, where I come from anyways."

I didn't need emotion feeling to see everyone's amusement at poor Toriel's expense. 

"That also means," Papyrus finally seemed to have rejoined the conversation. "That your Toriel lost her son and quit politics, living in the Ruins. Sounds familiar." 

Way to kill the mood, ya wet blanket. He's referencing Sans, right? I think I remember Pap saying Sans was Asriel's advisor or something...

"W-well, relationship status aside," Toriel tried to reign in the conversation. "I believe it is your turn to ask a question, Sans."

Everything about her screamed Save Me.

"Right," I took pity on her. "Papyrus, why was cloning your go-to explanation for my existence?"

Papyrus and Alphys froze while Toriel and Mettané looked uncomfortable. Guess I'm the wet blanket this time. 

"Cloning was my first thought," Papyrus said slowly. "Because I'm a clone."

Oh. 

Wait.

"If you're a clone," I breathed. "Than where's the real Papyrus?"

"I AM THE REAL PAPYRUS!" he snarled, magic bristling around him, itching to form an attack. "I'm a clone of the former Royal Scientist!"

[youroldfriendmurkyaura]

5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers.♡

I’ve been trying to think of something interesting to answer, I always, like anyone (possibly), have the things I have feelings about crowding the space behind my eyes and yanking me around by my heartstrings, and I try to courteously shut the hell up as much as possible, and I’m always so deeply bored of myself (we’ve been together so long, you know?) and tumblr is the easiest place to read my mind (or possibly Instagram stories, in a way), but I’m gonna try.

1. When people like things I make/give them! I’m deeply inclined to bombard people with things I like to imagine them enjoying (never date me, save yourself lol) or like am curious about what they think of it and know they’ll never buy it for themself and if I give someone a book I have THOUGHTS about they’re that much closer to reading it. Which I know is deeply ridiculous in a way because we’re all individuals and different people get the same feelings from different things, but it’s wonderful to find a likemindedness in someone else and to see someone’s face light up about something you both relate to. I hope it isn’t all just making feel weird and guilty about living with things they don’t want and trying to decide when to throw away letters and mixes. At least I’m older, medicated, and keep a journal now. That didn’t stop me from making a playlist of songs I think D’Arcy might like (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/34Afpmxm0EQSGiMPsjrBGZ) and sending it to her on instagram the other day, though. I read somewhere that she likes I Can Change and I like Ezra Furman’s cover of it, and I’ve been wondering if she likes it too. She’ll never see my message, of course. She’s literally busy.

2. This is just number one continued probably. I love food and when it turns out better than I had expected. I made fudge again recently (which I’m required to bring to winter holiday family gatherings since I brought some slabs I had in the freezer once) but this time I substituted a half cup dark brown sugar and it was better, and in a different batch I substituted in peanut butter for the butter. I wasn’t sure it would work, but peanut butter cookies involve heating peanut butter so I gave it a try, substituting about 6 tablespoons of peanut butter for 2 tablespoons of butter I think. IT WAS SO GOOD. So I’m very excited about that. It’s just carnation’s 5 minute fudge (https://www.verybestbaking.com/carnation/recipes/carnation-famous-fudge/) but it’s really good and easy. I make it with evaporated goat milk and Ghirardelli chocolate chips and whatnot, but it was good and wowed youth group leaders when I made it with the cheapest ingredients money can buy in middle school too. Give it a try! Making candy and boiling sugar intimidates me, but you really do just boil it for 5 minutes and stir, you don’t need a thermometer or anything.

3. Cats! When Sméagol flops down with a sigh on my chest and puts his hands on my arm. When Joan makes me kiss the top of his head before he eats his food. When Vron drapes himself in the trough between my calves (leg parts) after I turn my cpap machine on every night. When Cricket comes running over to curl up beside me for tv time (we’re watching Barry right now and I’m LOVING it, it’s so dry but not gritty, and FUNNY) and smile and smile and smile. When Pancake bleats and runs around, and when you can watch the gears turning for so long before he decides to not be naughty after all, just like I taught him when he was a kitten (we put a LOT of work into learning to find better things to do with our feelings haha). When Samwise is like, “I don’t know who you are but everybody else loves you, for no apparent reason, so hello.” (Smeegs just found a smell haha, little cutie.) Cats are delightful and so smart and warm and fun. I’m amazed by how much they’ve picked up on. I could go on and on about how smart my cats are, but it would sound like I was imagining it. But like, one day, on a whim, I told Vron to sit and he promptly sat? There was no reason for him to know that, unless maybe he lived with a dog at some point before coming to languish on my steps as a kitten one day in the middle of the summer. I gave him water, then let him come inside and we played for an hour, and then I put him back outside. A little while later, I opened the door and he was still there and was like “well that was weird” and walked right back in. I never found where he came from, but I did get Cotton-Eyed Joe stuck in my head for weeks and weeks so his middle name is Joseph now. Probably should be Josef or something like that, actually. Russia, let me know how wrong I am. I’m counting on you.

4. Staying up! It’s so much quieter and cooler. When I first moved here my air conditioning didn’t work, so it just kinda happened that I was awake and sweating whether I liked it or not till at least midnight (I live in the desert lol) so working (in a store) during the hottest part of the day was kinda necessary. But I just love the peace and being by a lamp when it’s dark out. I’m a very quiet person, so silently listening to music with headphones in the middle of the night and letting my mind unfurl is my idea of a good time.

5. I’m trying to think of one last thing that encompasses everything I’ve left unsaid, but that’s impossible, of course. Oh here’s something: when I read something in print that has only ever before been inside my head and I didn’t know other people felt that way or experienced things like that. It happened when I read Annabel by Kathleen Winter and when I read Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. (I should’ve named Vron Levin because he’s my favorite but I wasn’t sure how to pronounce it and didn’t have internet when I first read it and immediately reread it when the kitten marched in so I couldn’t look it up. So I was like, “Well, I could call you Vronsky…” and he said “Yeah!” and I said “Yeah? You want your name to be Vronsky?” and he said “Yeah!”) There’s something so breathtaking about… I don’t even know what. Words? Particular words in a particular order that hit a spot in you that no one has ever seen, noticed, understood, or had any clue what you were trying to say about before. It’s amazing. Go through a breakup and be all buffeted about by… things on pages. You can ruin your day every day with just some sheets of paper. I suppose I’m not the first person to notice that. Concepts and memories and the imagination can really have an impact on a person. But you know what I mean, you’ve been alive before.