#inner evil

[orchid-and-co-comics]

Inner Evil (Pages 21-24)

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A few Hours later...

Valorie looked over to Jay "So, do you have a girl waiting for you when you get back?"

"No, I'm a single man~"

"Really, I thought it was because the girls back home called you crazy?" Smith chuckled as Jay retorted "They just didn't understand me is all..."

Jay then noticed two fingers walking up to the boat "Who is that?"

Alexander had brought Valkyrie to the ship "And here we are..."

"I'm kinda nervous, are you sure it's ok for me too..." She started to ask when he cut her off "There is nothing to worry about, they need at least one more person before they set sail..."

Valkyrie then locked eyes with Jay for the first time...

"Hey, do you know the villager up there...💕" She asked Alex...

"Who?"

"The one with glasses...💕"

"Oh, that would be Jay." Alexander smiled telling her

"Jay..."

Meanwhile Valorie looked over to Smith "Should I be worried?"

"Na, he is just finally experiencing true love, right Jay?" Smith looked over to Jay

"What... Yeah.... Pretty cute..." Jay responded to them.

"Ya see, he's just fine."

Jay was the first to run down to meet their new shipmate.

"Everyone, this is Valkyrie." Alex smiled at them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Jay smiled at her holding her hand in both of his

"Likewise, your Jay... Right?"

"Th-Thats right..." He could not stop staring into her eyes...

"I think we have it from here buddy, let's get back on the boat." Smith chuckled at the site...

Alexander's voice then echoes....

'... I hope through this adventure...

You all learn to be humble...

To find love...

To find acceptance with yourself...

The courage to follow your dreams...

And...'

Orchid turned to everyone "Ok..."

'... To find what you have lost.'

"If we are ready... Let's set sail~"

'... I've done all I can do... It's up to you all to grow and become stronger for the challenge ahead...'

Alexander watched the ship set sail...

'I wish you the best of luck...'

Some hours after they first set sail...

Smith walked up to Orchid, stretching and with a yawn saying "I can't wait to see my folks again... It feels like forever since we were home..."

"Yeah... I do miss home..." Orchid responded to him "But..." She turned to him "... Getting to explore and meet new friends, we've learned so much... And finding others like me, I feel that we can now tell everyone where I might have come from..." Her smile brightens "It's going to be nice to talk to your mom and dad after these past few years~"

Smith was smitten with her smile "I'm sure they would be really happy to see us too..." He couldn't stop staring at her 'Maybe I should finally tell her...'

They both suddenly felt a drop of water on their heads...

"Was that rain?"

"I think it was just a strong wave..."

There was a sudden downpour of rain...

"I don't think so!" Orchid moved her arms to cover her head...

"We should get you and the others in the ship!" Smith had to speak up over the rain...

There was a sudden crash against the ship knocking Smith and Orchid over. Smith grabbed her "Hang on, I got you!" He grabbed the railing to keep them from sliding...

There was a sudden shout they heard.

"Wait, wasn't that Valkyrie?" Orchid asked...

"I thought I heard that little Illager!" Smith stated as they both looked up...

Jay was reaching out for Valkyrie who had Archie in her arms...

"VALKYRIE!" Jay rushed with a rope but it was too short...

"SOMEBODY HELP!" Valkyrie screamed holding Archie close as he screamed "I CAN'T SWIM!"

"ORCHID WAIT!" Smith called out to her as she got up and ran. She grabbed a rope and wrapped it around her right arm as she hurried to save them...

Both Valkyrie and Archie screamed as they fell off the ship, Valkyrie losing her cape in the process...

Orchid jumped and grabbed them both...

"Don't let go!" She shouted holding the rope tight...

As they came to a sudden stop, the rope tightened and jerked Orchid's arm severely. Orchid suddenly felt the pain and screamed out...

"Orchid!" Mason cries out after hearing her scream.

"We have to help!" Yumi called to him as she hurried over...

"Just hang tight Orchid, we'll have you up!" Smith called to her as he tugged the rope...

"I'm sorry Valkyrie! Just hang on!" Jay frantically pulled the rope with Smith...

[conjcosby]

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Mirrors of Inner Evil by me ▫ Happy to be reading poetry again. This was written by me and it's short but enjoy. (link above) 😊🙏 #Mirrors #InnerEvil #PoemByMe #PoetryByMe #MyPoem #MyPoetry #PoetryReading #PoemReading #ReadingPoetry #ReadingPoem #PoetryOfTheDay #PoemOfTheDay #POTD #PoetryOfTheWeek #PoemOfTheWeek #PoetryOfTheWorld #PoemOfTheWorld #POTW

[zan0tix]

dj dump one million

[nezz-cringe-crib]

society is dumb draw anatomically incorrect yaoi.

if mia and light turner can make out during kira time then lawlight can too.

[melanchol1cs]

FRUITS OF THE FLESH.

widow!reader x priest!leon

word count: 3.4k summary: a man reaps what he sows. masterlist | taglist | ko-fi

18+ MDNI. catholicism, religious connotations, no specific time frame but i’d like to say victorian era-ish, alot of allusions to the lord or god, reader’s dead husband idk, inner conflict, denial, guilt, leon asking for forgiveness like a hundred times, kissing, oral(r!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.

a/n: started this like two months ago, just had the motivation to finally finish. i don’t really know how i feel about my writing on this one… i feel like i’ve lost all my skills after not writing for a few weeks

grief is truly a horrible thing. an all-consuming force that threatens to eat you from the inside out.

it’s a shadow that lingers, a specter that moves silently but persistently, weaving itself into the fabric of every moment. it does not announce its presence with fanfare, nor does it depart when you will it to. instead, it creeps, slow and steady, like the cold wind before a storm, pressing against your chest until breathing feels like a sin.

grief is not a feeling; it is a presence. it is a weight, heavy and suffocating, as if drowning in a dark, endless sea. the surface is so far above, unreachable, and the water presses in from all sides, choking the breath from your lungs. there’s simply no escaping it. eve when you close your eyes, hoping for a moment of peace, it finds you there too.

grief is a thief that takes more than just what you’ve lost—it takes time, peace, and clarity. it takes pieces of you.

and ever since your husband’s death, you’ve been trying to pick those pieces back up. but they slip through your fingers like sand, scattering in the wind, impossible to gather in their entirety. every attempt to rebuild feels futile, as though you’re trying to piece together a puzzle with missing parts, the picture never quite forming the way it once did.

the room is relatively empty, save for a few devout attenders who are spread out in their pews. the priest stands on the altar, the candlelight casting a soft glow on his features as he continues the mass. it’s a somewhat traditional ceremony, filled with prayers and rituals that you’d grown accustomed to.

the priest stands before the small congregation, the words of the mass flowing effortlessly from his lips.

you sit near the back, hands folded tightly in your lap. the rhythmic cadence of the priest’s voice, the latin prayers echoing in the cavernous space, should bring you some semblance of peace, but it doesn’t. it feels distant, as though you’re watching the service through a veil, separated from the others.

the priest's voice drones on, a familiar melody that fails to soothe the ragged edges of your heart. you feel like an outsider, a stranger among the devoted faithful. even the rituals that once brought comfort now seem hollow, the prayers falling flat against the weight of your sorrow.

as the mass draws to a close, the priest's eyes meet yours, his gaze piercing and knowing. for a moment, you feel like an animal trapped in his sights, vulnerable and exposed.

the priest's gaze lingers on you a moment longer than necessary as he processes the end of the mass. the small congregation begins to file out of the pew, murmuring gentle blessings and well-wishes to one another. he watches them go, his eyes lingering on each face, before turning to face you once more.

the nave slowly empties, leaving only a handful of devotees behind, including yourself. he remains at the altar, hands folded in quiet contemplation. the soft rustle of the evening breeze carries the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a melancholy reminder of the passing seasons.

"you stayed behind," leon observes, his voice a gentle whisper.

"is there something on your mind, my child?" he approaches you slowly, his large frame casting a long shadow across the stone floor.

“no, father, everything’s fine," you lie through your teeth, your voice barely a whisper.

"is all well?" there's a pause, and in it, you sense an invitation to share your burdens, to unburden yourself to this man of the cloth. but the words stick in your throat, tangled around the aching void your husband left.

what could you possibly say? what good would it do? the priest's eyes search yours, his face etched with compassion. then, he nods, as if he understands the futility of words.

he accepts your silence, his gaze softening with understanding. in this sacred space, he knows better than to pry, to force confessions or unburdenings. instead, he allows you the solitude you crave, the quiet contemplation you so desperately need.

the silence between you stretches on, a fragile truce that exists solely in this sacred space. it's a comfort, of sorts, to have this shared quiet, a reminder that even in the depths of your grief, there are still moments of solace to be found.

"i'll leave you be for now," leon says eventually, his voice a gentle murmur that breaks the spell.

"thank you, father." he nods, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips as he takes his leave, the soft rustle of his robes the only sound in the hallowed space.

eventually, you rise, stretching your stiff limbs. the cool stone beneath your feet is a jarring contrast to the warmth of the pew. making your way to the front of the church, you light a candle, your fingers brushing against the smooth glass as you set it upon the altar. the flame flickers to life, casting a warm, golden glow over the surrounding statues.

you linger a moment longer, savoring the peaceful atmosphere, before making your way out.

the church is bathed in an eerie, moonlit glow when you return late that night. the candle you lit earlier still burns, its flame a slowly dying down.

you move with a quiet reverence, your footsteps muffled by the soft carpeting as you make your way to the front row of pews. you've come seeking answers, but none present themselves as you approach the altar. the statue of the crucified christ looms above, his suffering face a poignant reminder of the pain that accompanies loss.

the shadows cast by the statues seem to deepen and twist, taking on a life of their own in the dim light. a shiver runs down your spine, the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. something feels off, a discordant note that you can't quite place.

you pray, hoping it’ll all go away, but unease persists.

it's subtle at first, a whispered thought on the edge of your consciousness. but the longer you have your back turned, the more you feel as if someone is behind you. but you don’t dare look.

not until it speaks.

“what are you doing here, my child?," you hear him say softly, his voice carrying a note of gentle warning. "you shouldn't be here this late."

his words send a chill down your spine, the softness of his tone at odds with the tension emanating from him. you slowly turn around, your heart pounding in your chest. leon stands just behind your seat, his silhouette large and imposing against the blackness outside. his eyes glint in the candlelight, a predatory keenness that makes your blood run cold.

"father," you stammer, trying to keep your voice steady. "i... i just felt the need to pray," he takes a step closer, his footsteps deliberate and heavy.

"at this hour? prayers can wait till morning. you shouldn't be here, not alone, not now.”

“but, why?” you ask, a hint of fear creeping into your voice. “does the church not allow visitors at any time?”

guilt pricks at his heart, a sharp pang of conscience that he's not entirely sure he wants to acknowledge. “no, of course not. the church doors are always open. but this is late, and you're alone... it's just not safe,” his tone is gentle, but there's an undercurrent of something else - a hunger he's trying his damnedest to suppress.

“is that really the reason, father?”

guilt gnaws at him, a growing sense of unease that he can't quite shake. "of course, that's the only reason," he lies, his voice wavering slightly. but the truth lingers in the air, a palpable tension that he can't seem to dissipate.

he takes a step closer, drawn to you like a moth to flame despite his better judgment. "perhaps... perhaps i misjudged. the church's doors are always open, for the faithful and the lost alike," his eyes roam over your face, drinking in the curves of your features, the softness of your skin in the candlelight. “especially to you.”

a low groan escapes him, half-desire, half-anguish. "forgive me, child. i should not be saying these things,”

“no, wait—“ you softly reach for his arm.

he freezes at the touch, his breath catching in his throat as your fingers make contact with his arm. the sensation sends a jolt of electricity through him, his resolve crumbling like sand beneath the tide.

"don't," he whispers, his voice rough with strain. "please, don't." but even as the words leave his lips, he can't bring himself to pull away, to sever the connection between you.

“but i haven’t done anything, father,”

"you've done plenty, my child," he murmurs, his voice thick with a mix of longing and self-loathing. "just by being here, by existing... you've awakened desires i thought long buried." leon's breathing grows ragged, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

he steps closer still, the heat of his body radiating towards you like a physical manifestation of his turmoil. "i am a man, not a saint," his confession hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of his forbidden attraction.

“and…” he shakes his head, a bitter struggle that leaves him weak-kneed and aching. "i should send you home," he murmurs, his hand coming up to cover yours, to hold it in place. "before we both regret this.”

“no, please don’t push me away, father,” you plead.

his eyes flicker closed, as if in supplication to some higher power, as the admission spills from his lips: "i'm sorry, child. so very sorry for what i am about to do.”

his body crowds yours, crushing the air from your lungs with the sheer force of his need. his mouth descends, claiming yours in a bruising kiss that sets your very soul ablaze. the world narrows to the taste of him — smoke, spice, and something uniquely his own.

it's overwhelming, consuming, and yet, somehow, it's the most natural thing in the world.

and when you end up pushed up against his office desk, the wood cold and unforgiving against your back, you know things have gone irrevocably awry. his hands, so recently devoted to guiding prayer, now roam the curves of your body with a reverence bordering on the religious.

your lips part on a gasp, allowing him greater access, and he seizes the invitation with a fervor that leaves you breathless. large hands roam your body, mapping the contours of your frame with a desperation that belies his years of discipline. he breaks the kiss only to trail open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your neck, the rapid beating of your pulse point a siren's call he's powerless to resist.

he's shaking, the tremors starting deep within, spreading outward through his muscles like ripples on a pond's surface.

"forgive me, lord," he whispers to himself, as if seeking divine absolution from the sin that he’s about to commit. but even as the plea leaves his lips, he doesn't let go. instead, he raises your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your knuckles.

then he's on his knees in front of you, hands grasping at the hem of your dress. the fabric rustles as he pushes it upward, baring your thighs to his hungry gaze. his breath is heavy, face mere inches from your center.

"tell me to stop," he pleads, his voice a ragged whisper. "command me to sin no more, and i will obey.”

for a moment, he teeters on the brink, the line between devotion and lust blurring until it's nearly indistinguishable. "please," leon's eyes lock onto yours, searching for the strength to resist, to obey his vows. but what he finds there is surrender, a silent plea that sends his resolve crumbling like the weakest brick.

"father," you breathe, his name a prayer on your lips.

he closes his eyes, a silent, anguished prayer issuing forth from his lips. his hands tremble as they part your legs wider, stealing a breath from your chest. slowly, reverently, he leans in, finally dragging you underwear down, exposing you to his gaze.

"you are so beautiful,"

his voice cracks on the words, a mixture of awe, reverence, and raw, animal desire. he can't tear his eyes away from your unveiled flesh, drinking in the sight like a man dying of thirst.

"pray with me," he murmurs, his breath hot against your slick folds. "ask for forgiveness, for the sins we are about to commit." even as he speaks, he's dragging his tongue along your inner thigh, the sensation making you gasp and shudder.

"our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name,”

his hands roam your hips, gripping the soft flesh as if to steady himself against the waves of his own depravity.

“thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven,"

each curve of your body yields to his touch as his fingertips traced a path of fire across your skin. desperation and control tangled within his gestures, gripping onto the softness beneath his hands as he strives to anchor himself against the tumultuous waves of desire and decadence that threaten to crash over him.

“glory be to the father, and to the son, and to the holy spirit…”

the words are a broken whisper, a plea for mercy that's drowned out by the urgent throb of his own need.

“amen.”

he brings his mouth to you at last, and with a groan of surrender, he begins to eat you out with a hunger that knows no bounds.

he laves at your clit with a fervor that leaves you panting and weak-kneed. you're a mess of whimpers and moans, your hands fisting in his hair as he works you over. leon's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into the flesh as he eats you out with a single-minded determination.

"yes, yes, just like that," you babble, your voice a desperate chant, even as your vision starts to blur at the edges.

one of his hands drifts lower, his fingers seeking out the entrance to your womb. he teases the delicate skin, tracing the outline of your slit before slipping a finger inside. a low groan rumbles in his chest at the slick heat that envelops him, urging him on.he works two fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm, the lewd squelch of your juices only further fueling his own desire.

"please, father, i need—" the words die on your lips as a particularly intense thrust of his fingers sends you plummeting over the brink.

his eyes blaze with an unholy light as he takes in your ravished expression, his own need reaching a fever pitch. he surges to his feet, shedding his robe and shoving his pants down with a desperate haste. he reaches for you, pulling you forward effortlessly, as if you weigh nothing at all.

he wraps a hand around himself, stroking himself in time with the frantic beat of his heart. "i'm sorry," he whispers, his voice raw with anguish and guilt. "so very sorry."

he hovers over you, his thick length prodding, seeking entrance to the very core of your being. you help guide him in, a hand slowly pushing back on the back if his neck as the thick head of his cock breaching your entrance with a slight burning sensation. he groans, his hips bucking forward as he sheathes himself fully within you.

for a moment, you're both still, letting the intensity of it all wash over you.

and he starts to move forward, inch by inch, the wooden desk creaks in protest beneath you. his eyes squeeze shut as he buries himself to the hilt, your slick walls clenching around him like a vice.

"oh, my lord, forgive me," he breathes, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he struggles to still the tremors that rack his frame. "i am a man undone.”

he starts to move, slowly at first, each thrust a testament to the effort it takes him to resist the primal urge to rut into you like an animal in heat. his hips rise and fall in a deliberate rhythm, each stroke drawing a gasp from your lips.

"you feel so good," he rasps, his breath hot against your skin. he pulls nearly all the way out before plunging back in, the slick glide of his thick length a pleasure unlike anything you've ever known.

sweat drips from his brow as he pounds into you with a fervor that borders on religious ecstasy. each thrust is a prayer, a confession, a plea for absolution. his eyes never leave yours, searching for some glimmer of forgiveness in their depths.

"i'm— i’m close," he warns, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

your head rolls back, a silent moan escaping your lips as the pleasure mounts. his hands fly to your face, cradling your cheeks as he forces your gaze to meet his.

"please, please, don't look away." he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a chaste kiss. "i need to see you," he murmurs, his hips stuttering in their relentless rhythm as he fights for control.

he can feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter within him until he's teetering on the precipice. his hands roam your body, kneading and squeezing as if trying to imprint every curve and valley onto his very being.

he's a hairsbreadth from the edge, the tension coiled so tightly within him that he's not sure he can contain it much longer. but for you, he'll try.

he'll endure the sweet agony of restraint. he leans in, his breath mingling with yours as he whispers a final plea.

"dear god, i'm so very sorry." the words are a prayer, a plea for forgiveness not just from the divine, but from you. he knows that what he's doing is wrong, that he's violating the sacred trust that he's been entrusted with as a man of the cloth. but in this moment, caught up in the maelstrom of his own desire, he can't bring himself to care.

he hooks an arm beneath your knees, pulling you higher up on the desk. the new angle allows him to drive even deeper, the head of his cock brushing against that spongy spot that has you seeing stars.

your body responds, arching up to meet him as a keening wail tears from your throat. he watches, entranced, as ecstasy washes over you in waves, your face a mask of rapturous bliss.

you finally feel his heat as it floods your innermost depths just moments later.

he collapses onto you, his weight crushing in its intimacy as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. his heart pounds against your ribcage, a frantic with regret and release.

he stays there, draped over you, his breathing ragged and uneven as he tries to regain some semblance of control. his body is slick with sweat, his muscles trembling with the aftershocks. slowly, he pulls back, his hands still cradling your face as he looks deep into your eyes.

his breath comes in ragged gasps as he struggles to regain some semblance of control, to quiet the chaos that rages within him.

"forgive me," he whispers, the plea hanging heavy in the air between you.

he knows it's not enough. he's broken the trust, violated the sacred vows he's taken. there's no going back from this, no easy path to redemption. the knowledge that he's failed, that he's fallen so very far from the path of righteousness, fills him with a deep, abiding shame. but for now, in this moment, he can only cling to the thin thread of your forgiveness and hope that it's enough.

tags: @crowleyco @withonly-sweetheart @fanilkychae

[fairuzfan]

I think it's narratively cleaver and necessary that Harvey Dent was Gotham's DA but I'd also be interested in a telling of Dent's story if he was a criminal lawyer who becomes evil after seeing just how stacked against the oppressed the justice system is and is disenfranchised with the entire thing — either he aids batman as a vigilante but instead targeting crooked cops or he's still batman's enemy but batman is more of a billionaire than a superhero and Dent rejects this half assed vigilante and looks at this privileged rich boy with disgust.

[hugevanserrass]

thinking about how rhysand made sure to protect Velaris from Amarantha (fine, I get it) and just happened to mention that half the court of nightmares was slaughtered on the spot. like sjm never revisited that fact. HALF THE COURT OF NIGHTMARES WAS SLAUGHTERED ON THE SPOT. Those people were his subjects too !! And they presumably had families and lives and hopes and dreams. And then after all of that awfulness UTM Rhys still shows up to the court of nightmares like some mega villain parading his new pet around. Like imagine the fucking bone-deep misery the surviving hewn city citizens must feel that they lived through Amarantha only to be cursed with her male equivalent for all of eternity.

[littlefeltsparrow]

I think the way Sarah J Maas depicts Tamlin’s abusive traits are indicative of the simplistic understanding she has when it comes to depictions of abuse. Even when the text views Tamlin as irredeemable for his actions, it still strangely gives him an out by bringing magic into it. By having his magical outbursts be involuntary (and have little evidence to challenge that notion) she makes abuse seem like the accidental result of uncontrollable emotion as opposed to deliberate tactics of control.

This is why she can’t clock the irony of Rhysand presenting a compelling case of covert abuse, because she doesn’t have the imagination to consciously write an emotionally abusive or controlling dynamic.

[wizardsix]

local guy claims intellectual superiority by declaring people who criticise veilguard just haven't played long enough and don't really know what bad writing is. it must be very peaceful to have such an empty head.

[slutforpringles]

A Haas outqualified BOTH Red Bulls on merit in the dry???????????? CRAZY

[orchid-and-co-comics]

Inner Evil (Pages 17-20)

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Somewhere else...

Alexander was off to meet up with a couple of heroes...

"Hello, I'm glad you all could make it." Alex smiled as he waved to them.

Valorie waved back "Glad to be here Alex!"

"You're too enthusiastic about this aren't you?" Karl question.

Some hours later...

"So that's the case. I have set arrangements so that you three go with them... It could be good for you too..." Alexander stated.

"It would be nice." Valorie sighed "But will things be ok here while we are gone?"

"You should have more faith in your friends Valorie." Karl smirked "I would be more worried about how we're going to communicate?"

Archie watched them talk... "I wish I could understand them."

"I am sorry, I'm Alexander... And your name is...?" Alex asked the small Illager.

"Archie... I'm surprised you can speak with me." Archie shook Alexander's hand.

"I'm really sorry for leaving you out of the conversation." Alex apologize.

"It's ok, I'm just glad someone can..."

"Oh, my goodness!" Valorie was shocked "How? What magic? So cool! How can we talk with them?"

"Wh-How?!" Karl was stunned to silence

"I studied really hard..." stated Alexander answered them "... It was well worth it."

"For others though, I have a prototype totem..." He said "... These will let you talk with them as well as listen in return..." He handled them over...

"Will this really work?" Valorie asked, Archie heard what they were saying

"Boy, this is an ugly trinket." Karl stated

"Not really, it's pretty cool." Valorie responded...

'I wonder...?' Archie thought, then spoke "So, you can understand me now?" He asked....

"It seems we can." Valorie smiled "You can call me Valorie."

"So that's your name, I've been calling you Red this whole time." Archie smiled back...

"You can call me Archie."

"Archie, wow rolls of the tongue..." Sha stated

"So Archie, what was your name for me?" Karl asked him...

"Smacker..." Archie answered him.

Karl took a deep breath and paused for a moment... "YOU CALLED ME WHAT?!" the orange haired hero shouted at him.

Valorie stepped in between them "That's enough Karl!"

"DID YOU HEAR WHAT THAT RUNT CALLED ME!" Karl exclaimed.

"I did... And what's wrong with that? Frankly, the name suits You!" She rebuttals.

"Oh you are asking for it!" Karl balled his fist up...

Archie then began to think that it was an offensive word in their language...

Alexander stepped in "Now now, there is no need to fight..." He put his hands up "Lets take five, all right..."

Days later they arrive at the docks on Squid Coast...

"I hope you two are not afraid of water." Karl joked.

"I'm not, you know I'm a great swimmer." Valorie joked back...

"I'm not..." Archie lied, he couldn't tell them that he was afraid of the sea because he couldn't swim... He thought to ask Valorie for swimming lessons later.

Archie then thought he heard a familiar voice shouting from aboard the vessel... "Wait... That voice... Could it be..."

"I'm coming with you!" Yumi screamed

"No your no. You're staying!" Mason shouted back"You can't tell me what to do!" She told him "I'm not, I'm just..."

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Said Orchid

"You two need to really talk things out..." Orchid told them

"What do..." Started Yumi

"What are you talking..." Mason asked

"You both know..." Orchid stated

"Hu?" Both Mason and Yumi say at the same time only to realize what she meant...

"Oh My! Idontevendhhh---" Yumi studders trailing off her statement...

"Wait that's not... It's not.... You don't understand..." Mason tried to convince Orchid but

"..."

"..."

"Are you done?" Orchid asked

"... Yes..." Mason reluctantly stated...

"Yumi!"

"Wait, that voice?!" Yumi looked to find Archie at the boat entrance...

"Yumi, it is you!"

Archie ran over to her "I'm so glad your o..."

She snatched him up in a chokehold "YOU SHOW YOUR UGLY LITTLE..."

"I'm sorry, I know you will never forgive me!" Archie knew, she had her reasons to be angry... But then, she loosened her grip and started to cry...

"What happened to you?" She asked

"I was under the control of the orb..." Archie said in a weak manner...

"How did you get free?" Yumi asked another

"The heroes saved me, they helped me in my recovery from the orb of dominance..." He stated

"I'm sorry..." They both said crying

(time to drop some lore... And a new character to the cast)

"I'm so sorry for..." Yumi started when Archie cut her off...

"No need to apologize... I should be sorry for doing what I did." They both started to cry...

Watching from beyond, a figure listened to their conversation as they watched Mason walk over to Yumi and Archie talking...

"' hmm... Well now with that chapter coming to a close, who to help next?'"

The figure called for a new window over to them to see in another world...

When the image of Jay and a new Illager in a happy relationship...

"'Haa!'" they brought their hand back to their own screen where they were chained to "'I need to find her... And put her on that boat...'" through the flash of light, Alexander opened his eyes...

Before him was the Illager that he was looking for, staring at the boat a great distance before them...

"Hello there, what's your name~❤️" Alexander smiled at the lone Illager, startled at his voice...

"Oh, it's Valkyrie... And... who are you?" She asked him.

"I'm Alexander, but you can call me Alex." He extended his hand "I can get you on that boat if you'd like..."

[lainalit]

[sapphicmuppet]

I’m sorry as of now in the series Jace Stardiamond they could never make me hate you. Bro has been so stressed this year literally let him be evil as a treat. He’s a single mom who works two jobs and loves his kids and never stops with gentle hands and the heart of a fighter. He’s a survivor.

[elizakai]

I’m having a perfectly normal amount of Undertale mechanic brain rot again💔

Resets specifically-

So like, we know that Flowey possesses control over the ability to Reset, and he tells us that he no longer was able to utilize this ability as soon as Frisk (the player?) enters into the underground, as they (us?) out-will him, and automatically overrule the Reset ability.

We know that in universe, humans posses determination in a way that monsters (usually) cannot, so that makes sense, however this does imply that the Reset ability only works within the underground itself?

If that weren’t the case, any potential person from the surface (its own whole world) who out-willed Flowey would have the ability by default.

I’m not willing to believe that this flower that was sprinkled in determination is more determined than any other in universe human.

I see people argue that only the ‘players’ are the humans possessing determination, but this doesn’t hold up if you consider the in world history that’s set in stone before we get involved, along with Alphys having physical access to DT to begin with.

Anyways, that would imply that…the world outside of the barrier marches on linearly, and that resetting and reloading only have an effect on what’s within the barriers seal? Because again, if the ability reached beyond the barrier, you’d assume anyone within its reach would qualify for uh. Time and space fuckery or whatever.

(Including Frisk before they even enter the underground, however i’m not clear if Frisk really has enough determination to overpower Flowey on their own? i mean, we’re able to reset without Frisk at the end of a true pacifist run after all, implying our own Determination is valid in universe. i can’t remember if that was ever entirely clarified. But again Frisk is a vessel seemingly for a reason and it kinda doesn’t make sense if they have no determination? For simplicity’s sake lets just assume that Frisk does possess a significant amount of Determination)

ANYWAYS AGAIN. This leads me to wonder a lot about how much time could potentially pass on the surface world while this bubble of space and time gets fucked with continually.

This also has me thinking that True Resets must have a wider reach than a normal Reset, considering it’s an (almost) complete start over. Including Frisk falling into the underground, instead of whatever spawn point they would have had for a normal Reset.

It would explain why a True Reset can only happen at the end of a Pacifist or Genocide run…a Neutral route doesn’t really affect the outside world aside from Frisk returning to it. Anything we did in game stays within that bubble. But a True pacifist run breaks the barrier, releases all monsters to the world, and brings a big change to the outside world as well. This applies to a Genocide route as well, because Chara destroys and rewrites the world, not the underground.

So far that makes sense, if True Resets affect the World as a whole, Resets are almost more akin to Reloads then to a True Reset. Resets seemingly go back to whenever Frisk comes into the picture as a vessel at a spawn point, the furthest point in time we can Reset to. (which makes me assume Flowey’s sort of ‘spawn point’ just is. when he was brought to life.)

True Resets have to go back further, especially if we consider things like the name of The Human, as in Asriel’s sibling, as in “Chara”

We all know by now that we give THAT human, the first human, a name, never do we have real control over Frisk’s name. Chara is the “True Name” according to the game, but we ARE able to change that name. Does that…imply that in different outcomes, or timelines, their name is just completely different? That’s a pretty big change, if that’s the case how far back would a True Reset reach time wise?

I know you could technically answer that by saying whenever we get the screen to “name the human”, but that doesn’t give an in universe explaination that makes sense. (yk since Chara existed and had a life before our influence-?)

It’s also perfectly valid to say this is looking to far into it…but also ZZZIIIIIP✨💔

uh idk man it’s 4 am i’m rambling and not fact checking sooo if anyone has other ideas or info or thoughts i’m interested in hearing it (if you read all this kudos pookie🌸)

[little-hermit-crab56]

Does anyone ever think about how Garmadon was never truly a real villain, he was always a pawn in the real villain's scheme.

And even when he tried to be a villain on his own he failed poorly cause he was too soft, and his actions were impulsive rather than a well thought out overall scheme.

And how the two times he WAS the main villain it was just because the people using him made him believe that.

And how once the villain using him is defeated he immediately starts trying to be good again.

Because I think about that a lot...

[trashyswitch]

Mess With Sun, You'd Better Run

Eclipse has been trying to take over Sun's body for the past week...And Sun is having none of it. When night time approaches, Sun decides to teach Eclipse a lesson in the hopes that it would slow his progress. Eclipse will quickly learn how scary Sun can be if you toy with him too much...

This fanfic was suggested by @anxious-lee-ler. Funny fact about this fanfic: I haven't watched through all of the web series, so I got a lot of help and approval from Drew for this fanfic! As a result, I already know he really likes it. I hope everyone else likes the fanfic too!

Sun was ready to lose it. Eclipse had been driving him nuts for the last several hours! It started with little things, like giving him small headaches while gaming with Moon. But it had escalated into trying to take him over while recording videos! He’d had enough. This has to stop. He hoped some talking and compromising would lessen the constant headache taking the form of Eclipse. He just had to wait until evening took hold. 

Sun and Moon had just finished recording their episode for the day. They turned off their cameras and put their controllers down. “Alright…” Sun mumbled. 

“Alright. I think a nap is in order.” Moon said aloud. 

“Really?” Sun looked at Moon with surprise. 

“What? Streaming makes me tired.” Moon told him. 

“Sorry, just…” Sun thought for a moment. “Sorry…You go have a rest.” 

Moon tilted his head. “Are you okay?” He asked him. 

“Me?” Sun pointed to himself. “Oh yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied a bit too enthusiastically. 

Moon stared at Sun for a few moments. “...Uh huh…” He muttered. 

“I’m okay, I promise!” Sun tried to tell him, showing him a thumbs up. 

Moon sighed and nodded his head. “Okay. Have a good night.” He told him before heading into the back room for the night. 

“Good night!” Sun replied, waving to him as he watched his brother leave the main daycare. As Moon disappeared behind the curtain, Sun’s arm dropped to his side. Now was a better time than any to escape into his mind and confront Eclipse. 

“You gonna pay me a visit, Sunny? It’s been forever…” The voice in his head asked. 

Sun sighed. “Speak of the devil…” he mumbled to himself. 

Sun sat himself down onto the chair behind the main desk of the daycare. With his body resting, Sun shut himself down and went into his inner mind. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a big blur of dark orange in the corner of the room.  

“Well look who finally showed up…” The blur mumbled with a sneer. He looked annoyed, almost like he knew Sun would arrive to give him hell. 

“What’s the deal with you?” Sun asked. 

“I’m bored...It gets quite boring here after a while.” He complained. 

“Why the headaches?!” Sun spat. 

“Because you never let me have any time in the spotlight!” Eclipse yelled back. 

“And what have you done to earn yourself a chance?” Sun asked him. 

“I’ve been silent, compliant, and patient with you. I think that speaks volumes.” He clarified. 

“The only thing that speaks volumes is this constant headache that YOU started!” Sun argued. 

“Well what else am I supposed to do?!” Eclipse argued. 

“Literally anything! Anything besides giving me a mind-splitting headache!” Sun shouted. 

“Okay, then I’ll take over.” Eclipse replied. 

“NO!” Sun shouted, pushing him away. 

Eclipse growled and stomped away from him, muttering the word “Asshole…” as he kicked the dirtless ground of the inner code. 

Sun grunted to himself as he watched Eclipse act like a petulant child. He was getting nowhere with this guy. He looked up and down, trying to figure out what to do with him. How does one stop a glitch from taking over his body? Because if it were him, he would expel Eclipse from his head. Now, normally he’s not the kind of robot to wish a shut down on anyone…but it’s a little hard to keep yourself passive when you’ve been hit with a thundering headache all day. 

Sun sat himself down for a moment as he stayed lost in thought. There had to be some way to get through to Eclipse. At least, some sort of tactic to buy himself some time. He tried to think of what he would do if Moon had been bothering him. Though, Moon had NEVER stooped so low as to cause him physical pain and psychological torment. Though, there were a few times when Moon would play pranks on him or scare him…

Sun smiled slightly as he remembered those moments. Moon is such an evil prankster. And yet, he’s also quite vengeful when given the chance. The amount of times Moon had tickled him after Sun had tried to prank him back, is impossible to count on just two hands. Moon is a brutal tickle monster when provided an opportunity. And yet when it comes to Sun…He’s unbelievably playful and passive. It’s…actually really sweet. 

“What?” Eclipse spoke up. 

Sun widened his eyes slightly as he looked up at Eclipse. “Oh nothing…” Sun replied a little too casually. 

Eclipse was now staring at him, slightly unnerved. “What…are you planning?” 

Sun’s smile widened just enough to be noticeable. “You’ll see…Very, very soon.” He muttered in an almost villainous tone. 

Eclipse sighed and laid himself onto the floor. “Whatever…Don’t care.” 

Sun smirked as he saw the perfect opportunity to strike. He walked himself closer. “You said you wanted something to do, right?” Sun asked. 

“Uhhh…Yeah?” Eclipse slowly turned his head to look at him…only for him to regret it the second he saw those wiggling fingers. 

Uh oh…

“I think I have the perfect thing to play…” He heard from Sun. 

He widened his eyes with slight fear. Oh god…

“Hmm? What’s that look for?” Sun asked rather menacingly. 

…Oh god no… “S-Sun?” Eclipse stuttered, the look of fear worsening. 

“What’s wrong, Eclipse?” Sun asked him. He moved a few steps closer. “Is someone…ticklish?” He asked. 

That was all it took. Eclipse did a full 180 turn and booked it like his life depended on it. “SUN, LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS!” He shouted. 

“Nah.” Sun replied in an eerily easygoing tone. 

Eclipse slowed his running to a stop the moment he realized how far Sun’s voice had been with that last ‘Nah’. He turned around and was taken aback by Sun’s chasing tactic: 

Sun wasn’t chasing him. He wasn’t even running! Sun was skipping! Actually skipping around like a little toddler skipping through the meadows! Any other time, it would’ve been adorable! But right now? The skipping made things even more anxiety-inducing! Was Sun…toying with him?! 

Eclipse wasn’t sure what to do. With Sun just skipping his way around the code room, running felt like too extreme of an action. But…He couldn’t just sit there! He needed to keep away from the crazy daycare attendant threatening to tickle him! 

The only thing he could think of doing was talking to him. “S-Sun please stop!” Eclipse tried to reason with him. 

“Oh now you wanna reason with me?” Sun asked, pausing for a moment with his usual genuine, yet slightly eerie grin. 

“Yes! Anything to stop you from trying to tickle me!” Eclipse reacted. 

“Tickle you?” Sun tapped his own chin as he pretended to think. “Now why would I do such a thing?” 

“I-” Eclipse growled. “YOU TELL ME!” 

“Hmmm…Maybe it was because you were trying to take me over all day.” Sun explained in an off-hand way. “Or maybe it was because of the overwhelming headache I had been getting due to someone changing up my coding.” Sun also explained. 

“I-I didn’t know tampering with your code would give you a headache!” Eclipse argued. 

“Hmmm…Is that so?” Sun walked himself closer. “Y-Y-Yeah! H-Honest!” Eclipse put up his hands in arrest. “P-Please…” 

Sun reached out his arms as he got closer and closer to the different-colored daycare attendant. Eclipse looked super nervous. What does he do?! Is Sun gonna tickle him? Or is he gonna tell him something? Does he run again? Does he reason with him some more? Or does he take it? So many questions, and little to no answers in so little time! Fearing the worst, Eclipse closed his eyes and braced for impact…

…

“Boop!” 

“eeEEEK!” Eclipse hugged his side and doubled over. 

“Ho ho HO!” Sun let out in the same signature tone. “Looks like Clipsy IS ticklish!” Sun declared. “This MUST be investigated!” 

In no time at all, Eclipse felt the giggles overwhelm him the moment Sun’s fingers made contact. As Sun would quickly find out, it wouldn’t take much to get Eclipse to laugh. Just a few pokes to his thin belly would make him jump and guffaw. That, followed by a few flutters to the neck, followed up by a few scritches to his rays, were all it took to make Eclipse curl up and giggle like a little child. “EEheeheehee! Wahahait! nonono dohohon’t!” He reacted, wiggling his rays in an attempt to stop Sun’s nimble fingers. 

“My goodness, you’re more ticklish than I thought! It’s funny, I almost want to forgive you!” Sun admitted. 

“Ihihi’ll nehehever forgihihive yohou!” Eclipse shot back. 

Sun chuckled. “Funny how you think you still have control over me.” Sun teased. “If you had been more polite, maybe I would’ve gone easier on you!” Sun sighed. “But I guess that would be asking too much from you.” He concluded. 

Eclipse tried to move his rays away from Sun’s agile fingers. But this did pretty much nothing. All it did was give Sun more rays to tickle. “Suhuhun plehehehease-” Eclipse squeaked as he felt yet another ray being scratched. “NAHAHA! DOHOHOHON’T!” 

Sun gasped. “Oh my god- The back of your rays are worse?!” Sun reacted. 

“YEHEHEHES! CUT IT OHOHOUT!” Eclipse tried to push him away. “STOHOHOHOP!” 

“Oh Clipsy, Clipsy, Clipsy…” Sun dodged his hands and kept on tickling. “You can push all you want to. I dare you to try and push me off!” Sun added. “But we both know it won’t work.” He teased.

Eclipse, thinking he could still get away, started covering up his rays instead. Maybe with no rays available, Eclipse couldn’t be tickled so vigorously. 

“Goodness me! What a move!” Sun reacted rather dramatically. “Looks like I’ll have to go somewhere else…” Sun started to stroke his chin similarly to an adult with a beard. “Where else should I go next…” Sun asked aloud. 

Eclipse stared at Sun. “Are you…playing with me?” He asked. 

“Me? Playing? Oh no no no!” Sun said in the most playful voice possible. “Sun would NEVER play! Especially when it comes to something as serious as a takeover! That would NeVeR happen!” He kept on saying sarcastically. 

Eclipse was too busy staring at Sun, to fully comprehend his words. But he could very easily read his tone and facial expressions quite clearly…

And holy crap…He’d never seen Sun act like this before! Not even with Moon! And Eclipse had been observing their relationship from within Sun’s mind for several months now! He was only now starting to take over Sun’s body! 

‘So why is Sun acting like this with me?!’ Eclipse thought to himself. 

“I thought you’d never ask!” Sun declared, reading his mind. 

Wait, WHAT?! HE HEARD THAT?!

Sun giggled and raised Eclipse’s chin. “Because it’s funny seeing you stumble and fall while executing your mission! You’ve been so busy trying to take over my body, that you haven’t even taken the time to realize who you were messing with!” Sun declared. 

Eclipse widened his eyes as an electronic shiver went up his spine. Okay…maybe he underestimated Sun. 

“Oh! And I know what tickle spot to go for now!” Sun declared. 

Wait, NO! 

Suddenly, Eclipse felt a hand grip his knee joint…and in no time at all, Eclipse felt himself get flipped upside down. “aAH! Sun, stop! What are you doing?!” 

Sun giggled. “It’s obvious, really. You are a small part of Moon’s code! Isn’t that right?” Sun asked. 

“Y-Yes, but-” 

“Then you’d have at least 1 similar tickle spot to Moon!” Sun declared rather happily. But his demeanor quickly changed the moment Sun raised his hand up so he could see Eclipse eye-to-eye. “And that’s perfect for me…because I happen to know Moon like the back of my hand.” He mentioned. 

Eclipse tried to knee Sun with his free leg. “Damn you!” He shouted. 

Sun caught his other knee with no issue at all…almost like he was planning for Eclipse to kick him. Sun moved it out of the way slightly as he made a clicking sound. “That’s not very nice, is it?” He said, staring into his soul. “Physical violence? AND bad words?!” Sun lowered his hand and flipped Eclipse around so his face was looking away from Sun. “You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?” 

Eclipse gulped. “B-Begging for what?” 

Sun laughed as he grabbed slightly below both knee joints with only one hand. “Oh! Begging for tickles of course!” Sun declared. “And my favorite little tickle spot to go to when Moon’s being extra mischievous…” He brought his fingers closer. “-Happens to be the back of these special little knees.” With that little mention, Sun started fluttering and scratching his evil little fingers against the pit of the right knee first. “Right about here.” He added. 

Eclipse gasped before throwing his head back with a yelp. He wheezed and covered his mouth, attempting to prevent Sun from getting what he wants: Confirmation. But oh god, was it difficult! The desperation to laugh was almost agonizing! But the last thing he wanted was for Sun to figure out that he and Moon share a tickle spot! Maybe if he holds out long enough, he’ll stop! 

“Oh?” Sun looked down, and noticed Eclipse’s hand placement. A little smirk filled his face. Ooooh, he could have fun with this~ 

Sun looked up. “I guess this one isn’t very ticklish, huh?” Sun asked, acting none-the-wiser. “Maybe this other knee is worse?” Sun asked as he switched to his left knee pit. 

Not expecting this change, Eclipse accidentally let out a whimper and a snort. Widening his eyes, he tightened his grip on his own mouth and began to pray that Sun didn’t hear him break. 

Oh, but Sun heard it. He heard it loud and clear. But why let Eclipse know that, when he could continue to toy with him instead? That sounds so much more fun! “Looks like this one isn’t very ticklish either!” Sun reacted, moving his fingers away. “I could’ve sworn they could be ticklish!” Sun exclaimed as he stroked his chin. 

Eclipse let out a slow, but comforting breath. God, that was close…But did he do it? Did he convince Sun that he’s not ticklish?!

“Well that’s a shame…looks like I was wrong.” Sun mumbled aloud. “I guess you’re not ticklish there like I thought.” Sun added. 

Eclipse was flabbergasted. He couldn’t believe it! It worked! It actually worked!! 

Oh…but Eclipse quickly realized the truth…and it was all revealed to him the moment he felt skittering fingers against both pits of his knees.

“BWAHAHAHAHA!” Eclipse tried to reach up to stop him. “WAHAIT!” He shouted. 

“Sorry Clipsy~” Sun watched Eclipse crash down the moment his fingers moved primarily to the right knee pit. “But liars don’t get to have mercy! At least, not yet~” He teased more. 

“aAAAHAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAHAMMIHIT!” He threw his head back with a long, slightly evil cackle. 

“Ooooh! So it looks like those eeeevil cackles of yours are more genuine than I expected!” Sun reacted. 

“SHUHUT UHUP! YOHOHOHOU-” Eclipse screeched as the left knee pit was attacked next. 

“Ah ah ah, Careful of your words, Clipsy~” Sun teased. “We don’t want you overdoing yourself, do we?” Sun warned in a playful tone. And yet, that playful tone almost made the warning sound a lot more intimidating. Whether this was his intention, is up for debate. 

But all Eclipse could worry about was how overwhelmingly tickly this was. Everything in him wanted to fight him and get out of this as quickly as possible. But the other part of him knew that resisting may make Sun go worse on him. And on another hand…

This punishment could’ve been a lot worse…He had to give Sun credit where credit was due. Never in his mind, would Eclipse even think about using tickling to subdue someone. And…Oh my god, it actually works! And it almost makes him want to take the idea and use it against Sun. Maybe with this strategy, Eclipse could weaken Sun enough to take control of his body and follow through with his original plan. But for now, Eclipse could feel himself getting tired. So as much as he hates resorting to such extremes, he needs to ask for mercy or beg for him to stop. 

“HAHAHAHA! SUHUHUN! MEHER-MERCYHYHYHYHY!” He shouted at him. 

“Oh, what was that?” Sun reacted with shock. 

“MEHEHERRCYHYHY! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” He yelled to Sun. 

Sun chuckled and stopped his fingers. “Fine, fine. You can have a break.” He gently lifted Eclipse up by his back, and placed him onto the ground of the headspace. “Are you done with your special takeover?” Sun asked. 

“Yeah…I’m done.” Eclipse said with a hidden little smirk. He’s not really done. He’s just saying what Sun would like to hear, so Eclipse can get away without pushback. “I won’t try to take over.” He looked down more. ‘Yet.’ He said in his mind. 

Though Sun heard his extra word, he still accepted his decision. “Alright.” He muttered, breathing a sigh of relief. Though he knew the takeover would come eventually, Sun was just glad he had gotten the code under temporary control. This would give him more than enough time to come up with other ways to stop Eclipse’s eventual takeover. 

Sun took over his body again, and turned himself on. He opened his beady white eyes, and looked around the room. It looked like he was…on his couch in their hidden bedroom.

Wait…didn’t he shut himself down in the main daycare? Why is he on his couch? How did he get to his bedroom? 

Sun pulled himself off the couch, and noticed the blue blanket around his chest. And on the blanket, was a note: 

[Hi Sun. Found you sleeping in the daycare. Guess you didn’t make it to bed, huh?

Good night Sun. 

~Moon🌙]