#its like a prologue but will I draw the stuff after? who knows

[gotogull]

*smokes a pencil* guh. done.

[ Chapter 2:    Story Book ] —>

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

“Excuse me sir! There must someone you’ve confused me for!”

Having Angel withdrawal again sorry guys :/ its time for some uhh… prologue stuff?? I think thats right. Anyway! As I mentioned in this lovely post, when sinners die the time it takes for them to wake up in hell and where they wake up depends on how they died. So for Angels case his body was formed in hell in a hospital bed cause thats where he died so theres like fibres and metal in his body from being formed around a hospital bed! This is also going to go into how regenerating and how injuries work so get ready! Basically whatever your body was originally formed and made out of regenerates eventually, you can have scars if theyre really big (uncommon since the injury usually kills you) but if you die again in hell they go away. Angel gets injured quite a lot and none of these injuries are permanent. That isn’t to say you can heal by killing yourself though! If you do die while injured there may actually be lasting complications since bodies in hell are typically made to regenerate while gravely wounded. Its kind of like a fucked up computer so if you have a broken leg and die by say snapping your neck the body may get confused and regenerate bones and such incorrectly. Or it may not! Its hell who knows! Ill likely figure out a more concrete plan and way that it works but at the moment I enjoy this aspect of hell to not have a random cheat code and instead include some body horror. Its hell so like some stuff is probably confusing right??

Back to Angel, later on around season 1 in the rewrite he also has throat surgery to remove his deformed inner fangs and those DO actually stay gone because certain hospitals in hell (usually expensive ones) have tools from sloth that have been permitted by Lucifer. Similar to how Stolas got that lust portal gem or whatever. Angels body wasn’t supposed to form like that and this is a common thing to happen with sinners that die “long-term” and that sounds confusing but it really just means sinners that die in comatose-esque ways like Angel. His body was dying over the course of months (December to March to be exact) so parts of his body formed over complicated or were underdeveloped like the aforementioned fangs (that were originally meant to form inside of his mouth and not his throat) that would randomly bare themselves and stab his own throat, paralyzing Angel temporarily. Other examples would be parts of his legs and smaller stomach.

This is the surgery Angel got by the way (expenses covered by Velvette but thats a whole other plot line)

On top of this I also wanted to draw Angel’s old markings (at least one of them). Prior to Valentino, Angel looked much similar marking-wise to his original comic designs where he was more purple and yellow with all the fun skulls and stripes. Though, with how contracts work in my rewrite, Angel loses the markings and they change into hearts after his contract and cannot return to normal after his contract is terminated. The same is true for Husker and Niffty. This whole piece is really just supposed to capture to horror of waking up after being comatose and you’re suddenly not yourself anymore and also not where you were for the past months and your entire anatomy is changed. Can you imagine waking up without bones??? In 1947??? Id have a breakdown personally!

I also wanted to use green for that sick gross feeling. Kind of the dread you feel before throwing up, but also to represent Angel’s later feelings of envy that I was unable to present in his design. I really like pink characters in green atmospheres if you can’t tell. If I think of more stuff to add to this post I will, but for now it’s just a lot of lore. Hopefully you all enjoy it!

[gracefulsunflower]

ANGEL - SETH CLEARWATER X READER

PREVOUS Prologue

I

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Seth sat with the pack and the imprints after telling them about you — The little he knew anyways. He was still hung up on the fact that you would only be here for two months.

"Why don't you, I don't know, show up in the same places she is?" Embry suggested, throwing a baseball to Quil as they sat down, albeit carefully — Sam would kill them if they broke something.

Emily wouldn’t mind, but since she bought half of the stuff in the house Sam would break their fingers if they scratched even one thing.

"He's not a mind reader, Embry, God," Leah snarked, throwing an arm around her not so little brother's shoulders, pulling him slightly closer to her.

She smelled like home, so he nestled in a little closer, needing the comfort.

"But the little Cullen is, maybe Jake can ask them for some help," Embry shot back, and Seth looked elated, but then his face dropped.

"But I don't want her to think I'm a stalker or anything," Seth murmured defeatedly, and it was back to the drawing board.

The room went silent, Seth dragging the slightly good mood down with him.

"Adopt a dog," Quil suggested, and everyone looked at him.

"You said she has a dog — If you get one then you can take it for walks when she takes hers for walks. That's not that stalkerish. You have an excuse to be in the same place at the same time," Quil elaborated as he fumbled an extra hard throw from Embry, and Seth grinned so bright that it made everyone else crack a small smile.

"Quil, you're a genius! Now all I need to do is find a dog." Seth replied, his mind running wild as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, wondering who to message.

Adopting dogs from the local shelter was really expensive, and he was saving for a new dirt bike. He only had $200 to go, and he really didn’t want to waste money on a new dog. Not when he could nearly taste the dirt bike.

"Rez dogs are having puppies all of the time man, but if you're that keen Miss Postoak is trying to get rid of her bitch since she can't afford her right now, she’s only a companion dog and the others are working dogs," Jared supplied before taking another bite of his blueberry muffin, courtesy of Emily, and Seth felt victorious as he clicked onto his Mom’s contact and called her, asking if he could get a dog for his birthday.

"You're picking up its’ crap, buying its’ dog food and leashes, and it is getting neutered, we have enough strays on the reservation as is, young man — and I'll help you set up the yard for it when you get it," She replied, then said 'love you' and hung up the phone.

Seth whooped, then calmed back down, looking around the room at his expectant friends.

"What the fuck do I need for a dog?"

Leah pinched her brother’s ear for his foul language, making everyone laugh.

•••

Thankfully, Old Quil owned many a dog in his lifetime, used for hunting, mainly, but most of them were now companions in their old age, the man hesitant to get another in case it outlived him. Young Quil helped Seth buy the needed supplies like leashes, a crate for inside, dishes for the food, a dog bed, and a vet appointment was set for Monday so the bitch that Seth adopted — named Missy, a Rottweiler Shar Pei cross (Rott Pei, Quil had helpfully given him the proper name for the breed of the mutt) could be checked up, seeing as she was due for one.

Seth and Quil now at the store, buying some dog food. The smell was still overwhelming, and mixed in with how all of the other store goers smelled it was nearly unbearable. He could even still smell the products they mopped the floors with. He put the last thing in the cart when he heard a familiar voice. You.

"Quil, shit man, that's her!" Seth whispered excitedly, then listened as you made your way through the aisles, talking about dog food for Cujo.

Quil watched his younger pack mate bounce on his heels as you approached, and tried not to laugh at how excited Seth was getting. The boy turned to face you as soon as you turned the corner, dragging your dad by his hand, a basket in your other hand.

"Oh! It's little Seth!" Alexander pointed out, making you look away from the tins of dog food on the shelf, and give him a friendly grin, dropping your dad’s hand in the process.

"Hello, hello," You greeted, and nodded towards his full trolley, "Stocking up for a vacation?"

Seth turned back at the groups of haphazardly stacked dry kibble bags and wet food cans, and numerous treat packets. Maybe he was going a tiny bit overboard.

"Uh, no," Seth admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle, "I'm getting my first dog and I think I got overexcited."

"Oh! Such a spoiled little puppy that will be! Maybe you and miss (Y/N) could take your dogs for walks sometimes! I think she gets sick of her old man slowing her down," Alexander offered, and nudged (Y/N)'s shoulder, "If you need help with the dog too, (Y/N) could teach you a few tricks. Should help her keep herself busy for the next two months."

Seth tried not to smile too hard as he agreed, but noticed that you looked less than pleased, but give him a tight lipped smile nonetheless.

"Dad, grab two dry bags of dog food," You commanded, and your father did your bidding as you somewhat aggressively threw some dog food cans into a basket, managing to dent one of them.

Your father suddenly looked less than pleased with your behaviour as you threw the last can and turned on your heel, shoulder checking him as you walked past him. Alexander looked back at the pair of boys and gave them a tight lipped smile and a small wave before leaving behind his daughter.

Seth cocked his head to the side, trying to drown out the rest of the store goers to listen to you. Quil immediately did the same.

“What in the Gods was that? Ridiculous behaviour for what?” Your father said gruffly, but not unkindly.

"Dadda, I don't want to go for walks with him!" Was the first thing Seth heard you say, which made his heart drop, but he kept on listening anyway.

"Nonsense, he seems nice! A friend wouldn't hurt," Your father tried to reason with you, but you huffed.

"If a friend wouldn't hurt we'd actually live in one place and not move around like nomads." You then let out a soft 'fuck!', most likely stubbing your toe on the stupid boxes near the mouth of aisle 2.

"Well, I'm sure this place is the place. Trust me, tiny child. If it isn't, I'll buy you your dream Dodge Challenger for a late birthday gift." Your father reasoned.

"Don't bullshit me," You snapped back, sounding like you were nearer to the doors.

"I'm not! Matte black Dodge Challenger with red under glow for your birthday, or we live here, I swear it on Cujo's life." Your father pleaded, and you sighed.

"Fine. I'll see if one of the workers knows how to get into contact with him. I'll try to find him on MySpace or Twitter or something." You relented, then the doors opened to the front of the store, and your scent was gone.

Your Father cheered and Quil put Seth into a headlock playfully, messing up his hair, making Seth laugh as he did so.

•••

You sat on your new bed, your dog Cujo, a black Cane Corso who was getting on in his years, shown by the grey fur on his muzzle, resting on the floor next to your bed, not being allowed on any furniture. Your father was doing research in his room.

You picked up a piece of mango and popped it into your mouth as you looked up the name of the place you were staying at on Facebook. You found the profile, and clicked into it, then went straight to followers. You couldn't find any followers with Seth's profile picture, so you went and looked up the name of the school, finding their profile and looking through the followings for Seth. No luck. Even searching his name up you discovered nothing. You stalked his school until you found his name on an old post where he had won an award for a spelling bee, also discovering his last name. Clearwater. Seth Clearwater.

You logged into your MySpace account, and looked for him, and surprisingly found him. His profile picture was a photo of him with a man, standing side by side, grinning.

You found it, and let held your arms up above your head in a victorious manner, looking around the room as if expecting someone to cheer for you, then focussing on your dog.

"See how fucking amazing I am, Cujo? The FBI needs to hire me as a detective," You said, then started scrolling through his profile.

Nothing overly fancy. Just some pictures of him, people you assumed to be his family, and some of nature around the area, alongside some photos of his adventures. You clicked the 'Add Friend' button, and decided to make a new friendship bracelet while you watched movies, heading off to your dad's room to go and ask him to start the bracelet for you.

•••

Seth was currently scrolling through Twitter at his desk as his Xbox 360 started up, Leah lounging on his bed playing Mario on his DS. Technically, he and Leah shared the Xbox, but he just kept it in his room as she didn’t really play it much these days, instead choosing to play his DS. He didn’t mind. Just as long as she stayed in his room so he knew it was safe. Missy was laying halfway under his bed, gnawing at a new chew toy Quil had picked out.

His phone beeped, and a new notification popped up. He walked over and slid onto the bed next to his sister. A new friend request. He looked, and his heart started speeding up as he looked at the profile.

“What?” Leah inquired, hearing the thrumming, looking over his shoulder.

“She added me on MySpace!” Seth told his sister excitedly, showing her the profile picture of you and a black dog, along with your Dad and a woman who looked a bit like you, and accepted your friend request, then started looking through your profile.

There were photos from all around the world. Australia, Sweden, Italy, France. Your father and you were the main focus of your photos, but your nature shots were a sight to behold. There were also some with people that weren’t your father, so maybe friends and relatives. The photos of the woman in your profile picture stopped around a year ago, he noted. Your newest photo was the Welcome to Forks sign, you and a huge black dog posing in front of it, the same one from your profile picture.

A message notification popped up. He opened it, and there was a message from you.

Y/N:

Hey

“Oh my goodness, she messaged me!” Seth nearly squealed, and Leah bit back a laugh at her little brother, knowing that laughing would probably result in him attacking her with a pillow covered in a Spider-Man case.

“Well don’t just ignore it, reply!” Leah urged, and Seth looked at his sister, eyes as wide as saucers.

“What do I say!” Seth panicked, and Leah rolled her eyes, grabbing the iPhone covered in a Spider-Man case and messaging her back.

Seth:

Hey

•••

You blinked at your laptop screen, your friendship bracelet forgotten. You didn’t expect him to reply so fast. You went down to the vending machine just outside of the office about ten minutes ago and he wasn’t there, instead there was a girl at the counter, talking on the phone as she painted her nails. Maybe his shift was over, and he was at home? You didn’t think on it much.

Your fingertips ghosted over the keys, then stopped, instead picking up your phone and logging into MySpace there.

“Dad?” You called out, and he ambled into your room, a sandwich with a bite taken out of it, jerking his head upwards slightly as he chewed.

“Seth messaged me and I don’t know how to reply,” You admitted, and your father chuckled as he came over and sat next to you, trying not to get any crumbs on the bed.

Cujo immediately came over and sat expectantly next to him on the floor, but your father shooed him away. Your baby walked over and laid in his crate, looking offended.

“What do you want to say?” He asked, pulling your phone into his hand, getting ready to type a message for you.

You leaned against his muscly arm, and shrugged. You weren’t very good at holding conversations.

“Why don’t you ask him about his new dog?” Your father suggested and you grinned victoriously, taking back the phone and sending him a message.

Y/N:

How’s things going with preparing for ur dog?

You hummed, feeling content, then sent the message. Seth started typing immediately.

Seth:

She’s good! We picked her up like an hour ago and she’s currently harassing my sister, lol

A photo came through of a dog that looked like a Rottweiler, but was wrinkly, and the tail curved upwards, sitting on the lap of a girl that looked a couple years older than you, playing a DS.

“Oh! Looks like a little Rott Pei! They’re stubborn little fucks,” Your father commented, still eating his sandwich, making you giggle.

Your aunty Lara had one, over in Italy. He tended to chew any shoes left outside, and didn’t like Cujo much.

Seth:

Her name is Missy :)

Y/N:

She’s so cute! Is she a Rott Pei? Dad says they’re stubborn lol

Seth:

Yeah, she is. I’m gonna try and take her for a walk tomorrow. She’s really good on lead, and well socialised. My sister Leah’s coming too, wanna come with?

Before you could type ‘no’, your father snatched your phone and sent a message.

Y/N:

That sounds good, when & where?

“Dad!” You hissed, picking up your stuffed Elmo doll from beside you and assaulting your father with it, making him drop his sandwich.

Cujo wasted no time in scrabbling over and eating it, making you laugh, but you quickly stopped as your phone beeped again, leaning over and grabbing it from your dad’s hand.

Seth:

Tomorrow, like 11am?

We can take out a picnic!

Me and Leah can come pick you up :)

You quickly positioned yourself so you could see Cujo in the background, your dad deciding to hop into the photo as well, holding up both of his thumbs and giving the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

Y/N:

Cujo & I are keen, so’s Dad apparently. See you then!

•••

Leah pinched her little brother’s cheek as he put the phone down, tittering at the way he blushed, the colour in his cheeks and ears becoming more noticeable with the red undertone of his blood rushing to them.

“My baby, all grown up! Going on a date with a girl-”

“-It’s not a date, Leah,” Seth said exasperatedly as he grabbed his phone and messaged Jacob, wanting to let him know first.

Seth:

(Y/N) and I are walking our dogs together tomorrow.

Jacob:

Good job bro :)

You should see if she wants to come to your birthday party tomorrow

Seth blinked. Tomorrow was his birthday. He’d be fifteen, and in two months he’d be starting tenth grade.

Seth:

I forgot about that haha

Are you and Ness coming?

Jacob

Wouldn’t miss it for the world man

I picked out a cool gift but Ness said hers is ‘practical’, or whatever

You know how she is

Seth laughed and sent back a thumbs up emoji, then leaned over and scritched Missy behind her ears, making her wag her tail contentedly. Today was a good day. Tomorrow was going to be even better.

•••

Alexander stood out on the porch of the cabin, facing the sea as he puffed on his Marlboro, the cigarette being his only source of light other than the moon, full and low over the sea.

A movement in the distance, over near some rocks, only just visible in the corner of his eye. His head snapped in the direction of it, his blue eyes nearly glowing in the dark.

Something was staring right back at him, its eyes shining green like a cat’s in the dark. A stare off ensued. Alexander moved ever so slightly, reaching for his crossbow, but the creature then spread its’ wings and took flight, the huge wing span nearly blocking out the moon as it ascended.

Alexander growled and put out his cigarette, dropping it into the metal trash can near his feet. He found what he was looking for. Now it was time to complete the rest of his mission.

•••

Mary Postoak stared at the moon through her kitchen window, opting to watch it as the sink filled up in front of her.

There was a flash of darkness in front of the moon, looking like a huge bird. She gasped, a hand going to her chest. It was bigger than any bird she saw, ever. And the last time she checked; birds didn’t have legs like humans.

A thud was heard in her backyard, and her dogs started barking, making her head for her back door, but a yelp cut her off. She instead turned on her heel, running towards her bedroom and grabbed her rifle, then ran through the hallway, throwing open the back door and loading the rifle.

She grabbed the flashlight from her deck table, and turned it on, shining it toward the scene, and gasped.

Something was hunkered over her dog, feeding from it. Upon hearing her, it looked up, blood covering its lower lip. It was hideous. Pale skin, and two enormous wings. It stood up at its full height, nearly ten feet, and stepped forward, making her drop her torch and point her rifle at it.

She fired it once, hitting it square in the chest. It growled, then lunged for the woman, attacking her before she could even scream.

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Fun fact lol, Missy & Cujo are based on dogs I've owned. Again, not proofread so please kindly point out any mistakes!

[9haharharley1]

Will you accept a question and a prompt?

What are some things that help get your creative juices flowing? (Because the stuff you write is just phenomenal.)

And mayhaps a bit of Pitch being creepy with a sleepy Jack?

Of course! And thank you, that's so sweet!!

Things that get my creative juices flowing 🤔

It really depends, I think? Getting the ideas can be pretty easy sometimes. Its writing them that can be the problem. I get inspirations from movies - oh this character reminds me of Blorbo A, he would be fun to put in this situation, how would he react? Or sometimes just the basic premise or trope - ie Mermaid au, coffee shop au. I want to write these things but they're so vague that getting the details down in writing, or even just trying to hash out a plot can be a chore.

Sometimes it's music- this song screams Blorbo B, or maybe it fits the ship dynamic really well, ooh here's a situation! Let's throw it all in a blender and see what happens!

Other times it's art - obviously with me, I know, but I have that type of memory where I actually can't picture details in my head. It's why I don't focus on improving my own art, but seeing a situation actually already set up, for me, can act as a reference like an artist would a figure when sketching a pose or something. I see the image or situation, and suddenly it's much easier to figure out how they got into that situation. Who instigated it? What are they feeling? What happens after?

And sometimes it's as easy and simple as finding the right prompt! I see the prompt (ie. Character A is wearing this and B reacts to it) and it's just the right combination of words to instantly trigger a scenario in my brain! Especially if it's one that's been incubating in my head for a long time already.

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(A Stay entry mayhap? A prologue of some kind?!)

Jack had long made a habit of sleeping in trees. And Pitch had long made the habit of watching him.

He had taken notice roughly fifty years after Jack Frost's resurrection that the weather patterns during winter had started to change, becoming more erratic and volatile as the years went on, as Jack became more and more isolated from the humans and the spirits around him. Pitch languished in his fear, amplifying the effects Jack's blizzards had on human settlements and driving them further indoors, away from the boy who tried so desperately to get them to notice him. It was cruel, but Pitch didn't exactly care, more concerned with building up his stores of power in preparation for his next big fight with the Guardians.

He followed after Jack most days during the cold seasons to chase after this easy fear.

As winter waned and Bunnymund began ushering in spring and life, Jack would begin to settle. And he generally, he settled in some remote and freezing location, taking some time to rest and recuperate his natural cold before moving on to the next hemisphere. This usually meant he'd stake out a tree, settling in on a branch with his arms curled around his staff and little regard for anything else. He'd drift off into a dreamless sleep, and Pitch would watch.

He never spoke to the boy. He never tried to even approach him, weary of drawing the young thing in and growing attached. Because he would. He knew himself well enough after countless eons with nothing but shadows to keep him company that he would latch onto Jack's bright smile and easy conversation. The boy would cling to him in return, desperate for companionship as he was, and when he realized what kind of monster Pitch was, he would attempt to leave.

And Pitch would not let him go.

He would keep Jack for himself, cage him and break him, tarnish that wonderful brightness Jack radiated like fresh snowfall. Winter had been Pitch's domain for millenia before Jack. And if he let Jack close, he would make it his all over again.

It was best to leave him alone for now. Some day, maybe.

But Pitch couldn't stay away, attracted to the gleam of light on fresh snow like a moth to a flame, his shadow growing larger the closer he got. The temptation was ever present in his mind; to reach out, to touch, to take. He wanted this lonely little spirit for himself.

Pitch shook his head, settling down to sit on the branch Jack rested on. The sprite was fast asleep, shoulders and neck propped against the trunk of the tree, his brown cape pillowing his head. His staff was clutched close in his arms, little flakes of frost sparking from the curved tip with every soft snore.

Even in sleep, Jack's power was almost too much to contain. What the Nightmare King could do to use that power for himself...

Legs swinging idly from the branch, he looked away from the sleeping spirit, out to the winter wonderland beyond. Thick pine tree grew tall and vast all around, a veritable sea of green and brown, blanket in snow. The ground was completely covered in fresh powder, unblemished save for the few brave animals venturing out into the cold. Icicles hung from branches and ferns, sparkling in the starlight without the moon's overwhelming presence drowning them out.

It was beautiful.

The world felt far away and empty here, muffled and silent save for Jack's quiet snores and Pitch's own steady breathing. It was peaceful, and he felt himself relax as he simply watched the world turn, enjoying the cold and recalling a time when cold was his every day. His lips pulled up in a soft smile. He glanced at Jack.

The boy hadn't moved, laying surprisingly still for someone with so much restless energy during the day. He looked so young in his sleep, so content, and Pitch wondered if he would ever be able to have such a peace for himself.

He shook his head. Best not to think about it.

Jack shifted, drawing Pitch's attention back to him. His toes twitched, one foot kicking a little, just enough to brush Pitch's thigh for how close he sat. A noise slipped from Jack's mouth with the contact, and he shifted again, edging down the tree in his unconscious state as though seeking out the source, desperate for contact. Pitch watched, unblinking.

When Jack's toes found his leg, he sighed, the smallest of smiles tugging his lips. A hand came up to push the offending appendage away, but as Pitch gazed at that happy little grin, pale cheeks flushed the lightest shade of purple, and he hesitated. He should push him away. He knew he should; he couldn't risk getting attached to even the idea of friendship, let the boy desperate for it.

But he was weak, as the shadows often liked to remind him, and instead of shoving Jack's foot away and starting the sprite awake to get a quick dose of fright, he placed his hand gently on freezing toes. He swallowed, shifting closer and lifting both feet into his lap, where he covered them with both hands. Another sigh of contentment left Jack's parted lips, the younger spirit settling quickly despite Pitch's heat sinking into his skin. He rubbed gently at calloused skin, massaging the bare feet in his lap, watching Jack's peaceful face the whole time, looking for any sign of discomfort or alertness.

None could be found.

He didn't move for a long time, simply touching and watching, thinking of all the could haves and what ifs, the snow muffling the whispers of shadows.

When the sun finally peeked its first rays of light over the horizon and Jack stirred from his rest, Pitch was gone, melted into the shadow of a nearby tree. He was treated to the sight of Jack sitting up, blinking groggy eyes and wiggling his toes, staring at his feet for a long time with the kind of look on his face Pitch could only describe as wonder. He may need to go terrorize North a little for the thought, but he settled for watching the content little smile that lit up Jack's face.

[vangold]

As promised here comes the first chapter - or better said actually the Prologue Chapter of The Grand Escape :3

Heh, been a while since I did this bit. Yet I'm still rather satisfied how the coloring turned out. Not perfect, but I think I hit the pattern pretty much on point. Color patterns and the drawing medium in general are gonna be a big part of this comic series. We're gonna hopp through quite a few Universes during Syrus' story and I must say I always loved this idea of each Verse having a bit of a different color pattern, medium or even drawing style. I was already experimenting around a bit with this kinda stuff during An Ideal Brother - giving each Verse a major color. Here however I'm going a few steps further, as you can see both on Jazztale at the end - where I mainly used it's usual good old ink and Farber Castel-Pit Marker combo and Blue Falls, that was just almost only made with my good old vibrant af Ecolines. Yes, I said Blue Falls. This actually isn't just Gravity Falls with Bill Cipher masquerading as Sans it is its very own Undertale/Gravity Falls crossover verse. We might get to see a little bit more of this in the future ;)

For now, you might wonder what Bill did there anyway to our unfortunate Star Sanses? In terms of Ink easily explained. As you probably know as 'em Undertale Multiverse veterans you are Ink basically is a Hollow who however is able to experience feelings by absorbing colors of ink. This can be easily abused tho, just like Bill did here be throwing WAY too many different, unfitting colors at once after him. In other terms, he has to fight down an overstimulation over there.

In terms of Dream in the meantime: While he needs the happy and positive sentiments like we need food, those feelings usually don't affect Dream. Otherwise he would be constantly high on an overdose of serotonin.......which is the situation we have here. Which is why he ends up puking out his own life source.

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Main Cover

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - Coming soon (You can get early access to the already done pages on my patreon!)

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--- Other Comics related to this one: ---

An Ideal Brother

Jazztale

Much Ado About Nothing

The Trial

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[lyraoctaviawrites]

Welcome to the Octaviaverse!

This is the side blog for @lyraoctavia and I will be posting everything relating to my writing, artwork, music, games, etc here from now on. I thought it would be better to split the two to keep things more focused on the ridiculously expansive interconnected universe I’ve created over my many years as a human being, featuring literally dozens of ideas because I am a slave to my own creativity and my work is never finished. Sound good? Of course it does!

What kind of stuff do I do?

Writing: I like to write stories, usually fantasy, with epic, sprawling worlds, intricate magic, sarcastic and often completely ridiculous humour, identifiable characters with a ton of emotional development and campy ass villains who will entertain you so much that you’ll want to grind them into a fine paste with a large boot. However, I wouldn’t be adverse to also writing some slice of life stuff too. I am a certified Alice Oseman fangirl after all. I tend to not shy away from commenting on certain serious issues (e.g. abuse, death, self harm, attempted suicide) as well, so a lot of my works contain trigger warnings. However, I don’t enjoy writing explicit sexual content or stuff with a ton of blood and gore so don’t expect any of that.

Games: I am currently a game design student so most if not all of my game ideas are just that. Ideas. Ones that I will undoubtedly be crafting into the incredible experiences I know they have the ability to be. Most of my ideas are for platformers or RPGs with very little in-between and will all have, hopefully, perfect blends of story and gameplay. I personally hate when a story based game is bogged down by too many cutscenes, especially if the gameplay isn’t really that interesting so I’ll always try and strike a balance or find a workaround. My games all have amazing stories to tell but a story ain’t all a game is. Might as well make em fun first, right?

Music: I got a little less to say about this one. Most of my music writing is for my games that don’t exist yet, so I literally have hundreds of tracks just kinda sitting around waiting for me to use them. Sometimes I make other music but that’s rare. Most I’ve got for now are a couple remixes and the score concepts I’ve made for an animated series of Into the Phantasm (please gods let this happen, it would slap so dang hard).

Art: I draw cartoon characters and that’s about it. I am not a professional artist by any means, but my silly little guys can’t just stay sitting in my head forever, sometimes I gotta put ‘em on a page, even if I ain’t some modern Picasso.

Current WIPs

Into the Phantasm (epic fantasy 5 part book series)

Finished works

A Penguin’s Tale (stop motion movie)

News

The prologue of Into the Phantasm (the first three chapters) is available to read and the book 1 rewrite is going smoothly. Hopefully it’ll all be available soonish.

A new project is peeking its head over the horizon and may very soon be upon us like a mighty storm. For now, I shall call it Project Jeans. Stay tuned for more information.

[plushyvi]

"hard luck, blues!" — prologue!

game: fallout 4

character: arthur maxson

summary: searching for his parents’ killer, arthur maxson escapes vault 49 with vengeance in his veins. meanwhile, you’re busy trying to keep the commonwealth together through the brotherhood of steel. while your goals are completely different, your lives converge, and it seems like fate chose it to stay that way.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, second person pov, spoilers for the bos and main timeline in fo4, main masterlist here

taglist: @hrefna-the-raven

you stare at the vault dweller, who clutches onto his pip-boy quite tightly around the various power armour wearing knights surrounding him. he stood at 5’10 with a dirty blue suit that anyone could recognise here in the commonwealth. you didn’t know what kind of stupid he was wearing that in public.

not only that, but he had this look in his eyes that was shadowed by hatred. it just screamed that he has never stepped outside before. surely he had convinced a few people he was a local wastelander, but you were not so easily fooled.

your trusted soldier, paladin danse, stands at your side as you watch a knight, out of armour, brings him down to his knees in front of you. the dweller lands with a grunt and tries to yank the knight off of him.

“he was caught by scribe haylen, ma’am,” danse informs you, “while going to recover the power armour you sent us to find, we stumbled upon this individual taking it apart.”

the man doesn’t even attempt to reject that idea or defend himself.

“what’s your name?” you question him as you tilt your head. the veritbird behind you blew wind into his face and made your long leather coat flow against you.

“why do you need to know?” he spits back.

“because i need to know the name of the roach who tried to steal power armour from one of my soldiers,” you respond. he glares at the ground. “answer now, or i will strip you of all your weaponry and technology. my scribes would have a field day with that pip-boy of yours.”

he looks up at after that threat. a scar adorns his cheek, slightly covered by the beard he was growing. by the crease of his brows, you can tell that he’s been through some tough stuff. you recognise the look in his eyes as that of a man on a mission.

“afraid of what we’d find on there?” you chime. the man furrows his brows. “hand it over.”

the knight attempts to unlatch the pip-boy from the man’s wrist, but the dweller only fights back. he manages to hook an elbow around the knight’s head and flip him over. in the rush, he draws his gun and aims it at the knight’s head. you hold up a hand to stop the guns from shooting towards him.

that only solidifies your hypothesis on who this man was. everyone has heard about him by now.

“knight rhys!” danse shouts as he holds up his laser rifle. he waits for your command.

“you hold no cards here,” you explain with a huff, “what do you gain out of killing one of my soldiers, other than becoming an enemy of the brotherhood?”

“i don’t even know who you people are.” he tells you.

“you’re the vault dweller that killed kellog,” you speak up. the man freezes as his eyes widen a little at you. “you are, aren’t you? diamond city quick to spread the news around.”

“i was justified,” he claims as he slowly stands up and puts his weapon in its holster. the knight lifts himself up and holds his shoulder as he steps away. “you don’t know what he did.”

“kellog has been on my record for years now,” you explain, “and you suddenly brought an end to him? i have a hard time believing i shouldn’t pay attention to you.”

“my name is arthur maxson,” he tells you in a loud voice for all to hear, “i’m after the institute.”

“then we have similar goals.”

there’s a silence between the two of you as your soldiers lower their weapons. you’re considering what you should do with him. but you look to danse.

“paladin, what do you think of his fighting? i’m sure you’ve had time to evaluate,” you say to the man in armour, “what is your verdict?”

he doesn't seem surprised by your question. the brotherhood knew you as one of the more lenient (as much as you could be in your position) elders of the brotherhood. anyone you deemed fit enough, you would allow them to prove themselves in the brotherhood.

“he is an exceptional fighter. we were caught by ghouls and instead of running away after he got caught, he stayed and fended them off with us.” danse briefly explains to you.

“would you sponsor him?”

“if he abided by the laws of the brotherhood and were more cooperative, perhaps.”

“hm,” you hum out with your hands in your coat. you purse your lips, not impressed. “i suppose this is a waste of time, then. if you aren’t able to follow instructions, then you are useless to our cause. gather the armour, we are heading back to the prydwen. i want a sample of his remains for proctor quinlan to assess — those vaults are crazy. and i don’t condone stealing from the brotherhood.”

you order everyone. they begin to file into their respective vertibirds. some of the knight raise their weapon, safety off.

“i cannot work with someone so… unhinged.” you sigh as you step onto the vertibird.

“wait!”

you glance to maxson. the knights stop closing in.

“bring me with you.”

you raise a brow at him. the man squared his shoulders and clenched his fists.

“i promise that if i am with the brotherhood, i will help you take down the institute. i have gotten further than i believe anyone else has to uncovering their secret,” he claims. he says it with such certainty that you’re almost sure of it yourself. “you need to find them too, right? we should work together.”

you sit on the vertibird and consider it. he seemed to be dead-set on finding the institute and he was right — no one else has ever got as close as he has. looking at him again, you could picture him as a member of the brother of steel. but your doubt outweighs it.

danse, who sits in front of you, clears his throat to grab your attention.

“if you allow me, elder,” he speaks up, “i will have him under my supervision. it was me who brought him to you, so i feel so responsible.”

“hm, you’re lucky, maxson,” you turn your head to the vault dweller who stands there nervously, “paladin danse is a well-respected soldier of mine. if he didn’t vouch for you, i’m afraid you would’ve been left here in bones.”

maxson swallows his fears as he waits for your response.

“i will take you in as an initiate, and you will be allocated to paladin danse’s team,” you explain to him with crossed arms, “i will be watching you closely, soldier. don’t disappoint me.”

he lets out a short breath as he nods his head. knights then escort him to your vertibird as ordered to. you have this condescending smile on your face as he sits across from you. danse stands at the mounted gun.

the vehicle lifts off towards the prydwen, the metal ship in the sky that awes maxson. he’s never seen something so amazing. not even 200 years ago. you watch him as he gawks at the ship.

“the prydwen is where i am situated most times,” you tell maxson with a leg over your knee, “i was only on the ground since paladin danse told me to go for evaluation. consider yourself blessed."

he couldn't make up your character even if he wanted to. someone so patronising and vain was able to reach such high ranks (maxson didn't even know what you were) of some big organisation? he could hardly believe it. he first thought danse was the leader.

you watch him scan his surroundings before he holds onto his seat as the vertibird is latched to the prydwen and was pulled up.

although you'd never admit it, you were... intrigued by the vault dweller. it was like a new experiment for you, having him join the brotherhood. you smile to yourself.

you hear danse get off the vertibird and do so as well. maxson is hesitant before paladin danse commands him off of it. you march towards your own second in command on the prydwen. he salutes you before his eyes fall on the blue-wearing man behind you and in front of danse.

"elder l/n. it is good to see you return."

"thank you, captain kells." you respond with the nod of your head, “this is arthur maxson, he is our newest initiate. paladin danse is keeping an eye on him.”

your captian doesn't look surprised in the slightest at your statement, but it's when his eyes land on maxson's vault suit that he tilts his head. kells stands up straighter, gaze hardened. you nod your head and begin on your way to your office.

“i have some things to discuss with the proctors. kells, if you will, help maxson get familiar with the ship.” you order as you walk passed the new soldier.

"welcome aboard the prydwen," captain kells says to maxson as other soldiers begin to file onto the ship, "and welcome to the brotherhood, initiate."

maxson looks around at the security and the scribes working on the deck. it looked strong enough to hold everyone in the air, but it was also a mechanical feat on it's own. he’s never seen anything remotely like this. captain kells clears his throat.

“are there any questions you have for me?” he asks.

“where can i get power armour?” is the first thing maxson asks.

“only knights have clearance,” kells responds, “and you are not yet a knight. until elder l/n grants you that rank, you will not be allowed power armour.”

“i will be keeping a close eye on you for that reason, soldier,” paladin danse claims as he glares down at maxson, “per elder l/n’s request, you are under my supervision for the time being. your actions will affect me as well. think about the brotherhood before acting.”

maxson only nods his head before he follows the captain into the prydwen. it’s much warmer than outside and maxson can feel the heaviness in the atmosphere. the knight that stood outside your office and scribes did check ups on the walls to see how it faired on the trip to the commonwealth. paladin danse excused himself to talk to you about the plans with maxson.

on the way down the stairs to meet kells’ team, the new initiate watched you. you tugged on the buckle at your front as you sat on one of the seats in your office. danse, in his power armour, stood before you. with a leg over your knee and crossed arms, you talk to danse.

your attention set on him only. maxson watched as you spoke silent words about him. if anyone else was doing so, he’d have their head.

maxson is given a tour of the prydwen and the proctors (teagan finding it funny how he was caught stealing power armour and now could possibly own one). meanwhile, danse finishes giving you a more detailed report.

“i heard that you came across a deathclaw before finding maxson,” you say as you toss him some purified water, “and i see that you’ve found something special in that initiate. you haven’t sponsored a soldier before.”

“yes, that is correct. i believe that maxson could be a great asset with his fighting,” danse responds as he holds the bottle, “i just have questions about his emergence from the vault.”

“as do i,” you sigh out. you stare outside the window. “not many people are willing to help vault dwellers — and even less number of dwellers are willing to leave their homes. i want to know why he is after the institute.”

“do you believe he has ulterior motives, ma’am?”

“possibly,” you state, “i would like to hear it from him first. regardless, you are to monitor him. i would like all information, paladin.”

“understood, elder l/n.” he responds before leaving you alone.

you stand up and press your hands against the rails in front of yours windows. you could feel the enemies of the brotherhood lurking beneath. super mutants, synths and ferals running rampant. when you were given this part of the wasteland, you vowed to do your job, no matter what it takes.

if you had to use a singular vault dweller to do that, so be it.

who knows — maybe he will prove to be more useful alive than in a ditch lifeless.

you hear back from the other scribes on the ground throughout the rest of the day and gather all your intel. you begin to map out all the camps of super mutants, raiders, synth locations and other enemies to keep in mind for your next move. it’s late into the night and you’ve sent all your commanders to their quarters and the night soldiers from kells’ team overtakes to keep the ship security.

so you think it’s strange that when you head towards your quarters, you see movement in the power armour bay.

“maxson,” you sigh out as you cross your arms over your chest, “i believe i made myself clear on my rules on power armour.”

the vault dweller steps away from danse’s armour. you watch him carefully push the fusion core back into the slot and walk towards you. he stops a few feet away as you hold up your pistol towards him.

“i want your full story, now,” you demand. he hardens his glare towards your figure, which makes you roll your eyes and sit yourself down on top the weapons bench. “you tell me what you’re doing in the commonwealth trying to find the institute, and i won’t empty a mag in you.”

he hesitates to come closer once you take off the safety on your weapon. you tilt your head at him and wait for him to start.

“the vault i’m from performed an experiment to see how we would fare against wasteland creatures,” he explains to you, “ever since the bombs dropped, families were kept inside and acted like it was a normal vault. but then, when i was just a kid, we were locked in large portion of the vault where mirelurks and deathclaws were released.”

you knew those vaults were crazy, which is why you never allowed any of your soldiers to go down there unless necessary.

“those vile creatures loomed down every hall, and at the start, so many of us had died. we had to go from vault dwellers living the lavish life, to fighters in a night. it was the biggest and fastest change we have ever had to make.”

he stares at you and how your gun doesn’t falter. you hold it up against him and listen.

“there were no weapons, other than steak knives. we had to create our own,” he informed you, “we had to learn how to defend ourselves from the onslaught of creatures that multiplied as the days went on. last week, the doors opened on its own and i was the only one who survived the first day.”

“that doesn’t explain your connection with the institute,” you state, “if you’re looking for vengeance, vault-tec barely survived themselves. i’d say to let it go and focus in yourself.”

“no, not vault-tec,” he spits back, “my parents suddenly went missing a year after the experiment began. the only reason those doors opened was because we had killed every single mirelurk and deathclaw in the vault and ‘passed’, and once we gained access to the security cameras, i saw kellogg’s face clear as day. i got all the information i needed to decide that it was the institute that took them. for whatever reason. and i plan on finding my parents and finishing the institute off.”

you stare at him for a few seconds before you let out a sigh and slide your pistol back into its holster. maxson feels a weight be lifted off his shoulder.

“i’ll help only because we share the same goal,” you state, “but you need to prove yourself to be an asset to the brotherhood. if you cannot, i will let you go, but know that you will be constantly monitored. refusal to cooperate then will deem you an enemy, and i will still look forward to dissembling that pip-boy of yours.”

he braces the technology against his chest as he nods slowly. a smile dawns on your lips.

“it’s good that you can listen.” you hum out. he clicks his tongue and looks away. “now, go back to your bed, initiate. i can assure you no harm will come to you if you sleep; i keep my soldiers in order.”

you stand up straight and rub your neck.

“sleep well, initiate,” you say, “i have an important mission for you in the morning.”

he doesn’t say anything back to you as you walk back to your room. you didn’t ask him to move first, not even thinking about maxson going to attack you. did you really have that much trust in him already?

he does as you say, though, and he walks back to his bed. there are sleeping scribes surrounding him, and a few knights stand at attention at the higher and lowest levels. maxson can't help but feel in danger as he lays back down. these people could attack him at any moment, at your command. when he finally feels his eyes go heavy, it's about an hour after you talked to him.

he can't get the image of you out of his mind.

it wasn't infatuation — it was fear.

[phoenixtakaramono]

Question, so how are things with the A prince and his baron given what we have seen of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss? Are you planning to continue it, rewritting it according to what we've seen in both shows or just its gonna stay like that? No pressure to answer and of course its your story after all so you get to decide what to do with it

Hullo, anon! I’m happy to answer any questions for any of my WIPs. 💞 Regarding A Prince and His Baron and its status:

Question, so how are things with the A prince and his baron given what we have seen of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss?

It’s still waiting its turn! Because I’m a multi-WIP writer across several fandoms, just so it’s fair to everyone who’s been patiently waiting for whichever fic it is from me, I’m responsibly going down the masterlist of story updates (which I’d pinned on my tumblr). The schedule was intended to be rotational, so I’m trying to stick to updating 1 chapter per story going down the list before circling back to the top. So unless I get hit by a strong burst of inspiration, P&B ch5 should be updated after The Untold Tale ch6. So keep an eye out for that! A key hint, the content on my tumblr blog & twitter usually reflects which fandom I’m working on that corresponds to the WIP currently being updated. So if I start posting/tweeting a lotta Hellaverse stuff, y’know I’m working on P&B. Once it’s P&B’s turn, I’ll be posting more chapter sneak peeks. ;)

I don’t remember if I ever tweeted it or posted a sneak peek here—it might’ve been buried underneath my threadfic updates for another fandom—but after watching Hazbin Hotel S1, I felt a lil inspired and broke my rule of usually hardcore immersing & pigeonholing myself to the fandom of whichever WIP I’m working on (which is currently Truce ch3). I sneakily wrote a bit of P&B ch5 based on what I’d seen and tweeted/posted a sneak peek of what I added to the upcoming P&B chapter. But in case my memory exists in delulu land, haha, here are some screenshots from the Google Doc itself 🤫:

This is during the time when I wrote a short Chaggie threadfic (tumblr / twitter) and broke out my ol’ tablet to draw a shippy Chaggie fanart as a watcher enthusiastically celebrating the show airing, haha. P&B might not be ready yet but this was my small way to show support. And y'all can thank the 2024 Hellaverse Collab artists project for getting me in the mood to make my next 900 followers celebration illustration involving Vox and Alastor (it's a bit special to me because it's my first time illustrating Alastor and, y'all don't know this, but I'd liked Alastor from the pilot ep, which was what led into getting into Helluva Boss and later to me creating P&B in the first place as a fan's small contribution, to show my support for the creator's landmark creative endeavor).

Are you planning to continue it, rewriting it according to what we've seen in both shows or just its gonna stay like that?

It's still being continued! And it is definitely going to stay as it is, ah. No rewrites! Fortunately we only have 4 chapters so far so I didn't have to change much to be honest, of the few things I'm willing to change.

I'd answered an Ask regarding this awhile back (you'd have to comb through my Tags Masterlist) but the tl;dr is: Given what I've seen thus far, I'm going to be taking inspirations from both shows and ignoring certain canon things (like the mystery about Lilith being gone and Eve possibly having impersonated her (I already wrote that Lilith helped write the royal invitation to Blitzø in P&B so…whelp, sorry, but I’m not changing what’s already written especially because there is a huge chunk of paragraphs solely dedicated to it) as well as Blitzø’s and Stolas’ childhood friends aspect, because that contradicts the entire driving force of the fish-out-of-water meet cute in my story where they meet in the prologue as complete strangers—and we'll see them fall in love with each other as the story proceeds despite the political machinations of Hell's upper crust society and the challenges awaiting them). It's the reason why I made A Prince and His Baron into an AU to be safe; this way, once something later revealed to be canon contradicts what's written in the story, it's an AU. So it's fine. Otherwise, and I'm being honest, I get demotivated to continue a fic if I face the herculean task of...like, having to change details across 15 chapters just so it's canon accurate. I don't have the time for that. For small changes though, like the pilot surname of "Magne" changing to Amazon Prime confirmed "Morningstar" surname, that's fine. It's just a matter of pressing Crtl+F and doesn't require a HUGE rewrite. :)

The way I want y'all to think, going into P&B, it's an Alternate Universe. If there are any references to canon, like all my WIPs that are AU in concept, those are lil canon Easter Eggs I sprinkle in for funsies. And anything not canon (like Stolas being a wee more debonair/ manipulative and politically savvy in my fic (Blitz's first impression), but behind that Stolas is still a bookish, sweet and dorky royal gentleman as Blitz will come to find...so that's a wee closer to the Stolas in canon), my veering away from canon is done on purpose to tell a story. So, y'all, don't come at me if something's not canon in A Prince and His Baron, haha. I can't read Viv's and HB writers' minds! The most I can do is try to keep up to date with the kernels the Spindelhorse team mention on Twitter, and keep up with both shows to see the direction they're going in (this way I can borrow canon characters instead of creating OCs and I can get a more accurate grasp on their personalities instead of guessing due to the lack of material at the time).

I'll be excited to be back and continue P&B once we get to its turn! Boy, do I miss that world. And, boy, do I have so many exciting things I want to share with y'all.

[south-park-meta]

instead of working on writing my zombie fanfic i just made cover art, so i'm just going to post this along with the prologue:

The rabbit died so the human could live. 

That truth had always been the sort of thing Stan grappled with. He’d worried over the conditions of the cow on his plate even after he’d come to terms with the ethics of eating his mom’s pot roast. One of the only good things about living on Tegridy had been buying milk and eggs at a farmer’s market and being able to ride his bike a few miles to peer over a hand-driven fence to see the animals grazing free. His mom tutted a little at the price, I don’t know, Stanley..., but commented on how rich and orange the yolks were in their omelets the next morning. His dad hadn’t noticed the color or the price until Tegridy had started hemorrhaging money, then told Stan to get a job and buy his own eggs if he cared that much about chickens. He didn’t get a job, and his mom frowned at the paleness of the yolks. 

When he was fourteen, Wendy had a makeup boycott. Stan hadn’t understood her having an actual boycott. Wendy had only started wearing makeup consistently when she was twelve-and-a-half, and she said it was for him, but he only ever noticed her wearing it when she called his attention to a particular part of her face. Don’t my eyes look nice today? She'd ask. Stan would say ‘yes’ and then have to guess whether it was the eyeshadow, eyeliner, or eyelashes that were looking nice. Kenny and Kyle were both quicker on the draw about it. Kenny would send him a text to tell him what it was sometimes. Kyle never helped him out that way; he sometimes had the idea that Kyle wanted him to get it wrong, though that wasn’t the kind of thing either of them understood until Stan told Kyle he was thinking of joining the Space Force two weeks before summer their senior year. 

In any case he had asked Wendy, “Couldn’t you just... not wear it?” considering it was ‘for him’ and he barely ever noticed it. But as it turned out, it wasn’t just for him, it was for everybody, and no she couldn’t just not wear it. Women who wore makeup were more respected in the workplace. They were seen as more professional. They made more money. She had slammed her mascara into the palm of his hand. He looked at it and said, “Isn't this stuff tested on bunnies? You shouldn’t use it anyway.” 

“You know that, but not anything about what I’m talking about?” 

Stan knew what she was talking about because he had listened to her talk about it. He was still just to the left of truly understanding it, somehow agreeing with her for all the wrong reasons.  

More than a decade on there were rabbits caged in his front yard. They had plenty of room to run. They had more than enough food to eat. They were strong, vibrant, happy. They were going to die. 

There was another cage in his yard. It stood empty, but not long ago had held Nurse Bronski. This one had been made to be constricting: The woman inside had had her arms and legs bound tight with leather belts, but would not have had the room to stand if she had been let free. Stuck on her knees, there was a hole in the top of the cage that only her head could fit through. Her teeth had been knocked out with the butt of one of Uncle Jimbo’s .22 rifles, hit until the jaw hung slack. She’d had a gag in her mouth to prevent biting all the same.  

Stan had taken the electric turkey carver his family had used at their last real Thanksgiving to expose his old school nurse’s brain to air. 

A week later she was dead. 

Again. 

For good this time, so it seemed. 

Zombies starved just like anyone. Stan and Kyle had walked out on a Tuesday morning to find Nurse Bronski sitting still in her cage. She hadn’t cried out in hunger before she went. All she’d done was try to bite at Stan whenever he walked by. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t even animalistic. An animal would have tried to chew at its gag, would have broken bones trying to get to freedom. Nurse Bronski had moaned through the day and night and tried to snap only when she saw someone to bite. The brainlessness of it had made it easier for Stan when he saw her dead. He still gave her a kick to see if she moved, as though she was laying a trap, when he went to haul the body out. 

Kyle had chewed his lip and said nothing on it until he rolled over to shake Stan awake at three AM that Wednesday. Stan had known the guilt was coming and had woken up the second Kyle’s hand touched his shoulder. Kyle had talked until sunrise. 

Stan had been the one to take a syringe to Nurse Bronski’s brain, back when she was still alive enough to try and bite. It had been Kyle who injected those contents into the first rabbit, attenuating the virus through their bodies just like Louis Pasteur had done more than a hundred years before.  

Stan looked out their kitchen window. The rabbits’ spines were sitting in glass jars on the sill, drying. He looked past the bones out at the rabbits as Kyle prepared the injection. 

It was the fourteenth shot, on the fourteenth day, that Kyle put into Stan’s arm on the hottest day of July. 

“That should be the last one,” Kyle said. He covered the shot with a Band-Aid and sealed it with a kiss. 

Stan looked to Kyle. “Now I just have to get someone to bite me so I know it worked.” 

“Don’t you dare.” 

Kyle sounded actually upset. Stan huffed a little laugh. He wouldn’t really, of course, but the point was there. No matter the science that the theory held, until there was true threat of infection there was no proof of concept. Nurse Bronski’s exposed brain, the rabbits’ spinal cords sitting in jars on their windowsills, the daily injections. Until there was a bite, it was nothing more than Bebe Stevens giving the girls cootie shots in the second grade. 

[archersxartxblog]

I Am Emmet, I Am a Watch Dog

Hey new Fic drop.

this one is a crossover between Pokemon Submas and Watch Dogs Legion. Focusing on Emmet.

so this isn't up on A03 yet, mostly because I'm not sure about it just yet. If I'm able to get the second chapter of it done, I'll post it there. I chose to go with a legion storyline because it allows me to kind of have Emmet in the action and learn about stuff with the reader. I have changed stuff so that it takes place in the Pokemon universe.

this will probably be a little more adult than some of my other stuff. so there will be swearing, take of drug/alcohol use and there will be violence.

everything will be kept under the cut so it's not in everyone's face.

Summary:

While Ingo has ended up in Sinnoh's far Past, Emmet has ended up in Unova's far future with no memory of who he is or where he's from, Where Nimbasa City has suffered serval horrible bombing attacks causing the region of Unova to be put under the strict control of a Mercenary group known as Albion. After being taken in by the local resistance group Dedsec, Emmet and his mentor, an eccentric mask-wearing man who calls himself The Wrench, must not only free Unova from Albion's control but find out who was behind the Nimbasa bombs.

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(Hope you all enjoy this little prologue. and let me know if you want to see more of this.)

He was Emmet.

He was a Subway boss.

And his head hurt verrrry badly.

A wet nose came close to his cheek, sniffing him closely before releasing a loud bark, drawing the attention of someone nearby.

“Houndoom, which di you-Hey! we got someone over here!” a voice called out, loud and echoing, causing a throb to shoot through his skull with every word. “Holy shit! They're still alive!”

More footsteps came, but Emmet couldn’t be sure how many people were there now. His whole world was nothing but pain and he could hardly think let alone move.

“He’s got one of the uniforms on, do you think-”

“No way, probably some vagrant that’s been hiding out down here. Probably found one of the old uniforms and used it to keep warm.”

“Doesn’t look like he has an Opkit either.”

“Bind his hands and get a Machoke in here to take him up to one of the cars, then search the place to see if anyone else is hiding down here.”

Within moments, Emmet was roughly grabbed around the wrists and he could feel the cold metal of handcuffs against his skin. Then he was passed off and carried away by a pair of large hands that could only belong to the Superpower Pokemon, only to be dumped a few minutes later into the back seat of a car. 

Alone.

He was Emmet.

He was Subway.

And he had no clue as to what was happening.

One moment he and his brother had been checking on a disturbance in the tunnels. then the next thing he knew he was in pain and unable to open his eyes, being dragged away by people who didn’t seem to know who he was.

And worse…

There was no sign of Ingo anywhere.

One of the doors to the car opened and close, and Emmet felt the car shift slights as someone got in.

A Key was turned and the engine roared to like.

“Dispatch. This is unit 1832, en route to holding center 83 with a possible vagrant found at Gear Station Bombsight. The subject is unconscious and heavily injured, and is without an Optik. We found him dressed in one of the old uniforms.”

“Possible Dedsec connection, Unit 1832?”

“Can’t confirm.”

“Understood. Holding Center 83 is waiting for your arrival.”

“Over and out.”

Slowly the car started to move, pulling away from where it was parked and then moving forward toward its destination. 

He was Emmet.

He was a Subway Boss.

And he verrrry disliked cars.

It was a slow drive, one that felt like hours to the Subway boss in the back seat, but soon all that changed.

The car had stopped moving for a bit, a red light Emmet had guessed, the moment they started to move forward again the car lurched forward and the front tires squealed but the vehicle was unable to gain any ground.

"What the!" The driver sounded confused and almost panicked as he tried to once again try to force the car to move. "Shit!"

Something hard hit the side of the car, causing it to shake, and Emmet heard the sound of claws scraping against metal. 

"Dispatch! I need backup! I've got hostiles attacking the car!"

"Unite 1832, what is your location?"

"I'm at the intersection between Main and- Oh Fuck! It's Aidon Pierce! It's the Zoroark!"

"Unite 1832 do not engage do not engage, backup is on its way."

The car shook again hard as something threw its weight against its side again. Emmet heard the tires screech again as the car started to speed forward.

"Fuck that. Like hell, I'm sticking around. What the fuck does Dedsec want with this guy that they'd send Aiden funding Pierce out to- What the Fuck Is That!"

The brakes screamed.

And Emmet managed to open his eyes just in time to see the seat in front of him grow closer just before his head slammed into it…

And everything went dark.

—

"Are you sure we should be moving him before Sean and Jackson get here with the Ambulance?"

"And just leave him in the smoking car? Are you serious? This hunk of junk could go up at any moment."

"And who's fault is that?"

"Hey! You're the one who told me to 'stop the car'!"

"So you got Miraidon to hit it with a discharge, and then slammed it with your hammer?"

"It was in the middle of an intersection."

"Wait…I think his coat is caught on something. Help me get him out of it."

"Nah, that'll fuck up his back. I got a knife, I'll just cut it."

"Hurry. I hear Albion reinforcements coming our way."

"There. Get 'em in your car and head towards my hideout, while me and Miraidon give these bootboys the run-around."

"I'll get Bagley to send Sean and Jackson that. Try not to get shot."

—

"So how bad is he?"

"Well goodness is there does seem to be any damage to his back or neck, so you and Aiden got lucky there. And only a few minor brakes in his arms."

“And his head?”

“Aside from the broken nose, I’m seeing some serious damage around his temple. Don’t think it’s all Wrench’s fault-”

“Oh Thank Fucking Arceus.”

“But it certainly didn’t help. Sadly without the proper equipment, I can’t tell how bad it is. If he at least had an Optik we could have Bagley keep an eye on his vitals…”

“We could-”

“No way. I know the rest of us were technically forced into getting an Optik but at least we had the illusion of consent. We’re not gonna rip this guy’s privacy away just to make our lives easier.”

“But-”

“I don’t care, this is my hideout and I say no.”

“I agree with Wrench on this one. The last thing we want to do is screw around with someone's optical nerves while they’re out cool.”

“I’ll run out and see if I can’t scrounge up some drugs and equipment we can use.”

“Right, I’ll message you if I can think of anything we might need.”

—

“Hey…Uncle Aiden? You said it Albion dragged him out of the ruins of Gear Station. Do you think he might actually be a survivor of the Bombings?”

“Can’t say. He would have had to of been living in those ruins for the past two years. Seems unlikely. But if he is, he might have seen who did it.”

“That could help us clear our name.”

“We’ll have to ask him when he wakes up.”

“Where do you think he got the old Subway boss uniform?”

“Don’t know. Haven’t seen a uniform like that in 33 years.”

—

A groan escaped his lips as he started to slip back into consciousness, his mind slow to start up like a steam engine whose furnace was just being lit.

There was a pain in his head but it was nothing more than a dull ache, but still, he slowly brought a hand to his temple only to find his head completely covered in thick bandages.

“Wha-”

Slowly he pushed himself up with his free hand, grunting slightly with effort, and looked around the room. 

It was fairly dark, the light-fixures attached to the walls around him not really producing much light, the brightest spot seemed to be the workbench a few feet from the bed he was lying in. but even then he could see wires and tools and boxes littering the floor, or hanging from the ceiling, the walls were covered in graffiti from pictures to writing. A rug was thrown on the floor that looked covered in paint.

There were no windows to see out of, there was hardly a door that separated the rooms, just a half wall that looked like someone had knocked it down in a brutal fashion. Even the bed he was in, wasn’t a bed, but a pile of mattresses tossed on top of one another.

What there was, was a table and chair next to his ‘bed’ with what looked to be the contents of a first aid kit, spread out across its surface.

He had no clue where he was but it seemed like someone had found him and taken care of him at the very least.

Suddenly he heard movement from just past the wall, the sound of metal clanking against cement growing closer and closer until a head poked out from around the corner.

It was repetition in nature, though it looked to have been made of iron, with the top of its head looking to be made out of some kind of black material, its eyes were a bright blue but looked digital.

“H-hello.” he greeted, his voice quiet and rough sounding like he had not spoken in some time.

“Oh, Shit!” there was suddenly a voice from the other room and he heard someone scrambling to get up, followed by quick footsteps that came to a sliding stop. “Your awake!”

A masked person stood at the end of his ‘bed’ panting heavily and clad only in a pair of loose pants. His body was covered in what looked to be a random assortment of tattoos, the only clear one he could make out was the word Wrench just below his navel. He was unable to see the person’s face but something told him that they were shocked to see him awake, with it be the two large circles displayed just where their eyes would have been, their body language or maybe he was just good at reading people.

“How are you feeling? Are you okay? Wait…fuck. Forget that. That was dumb.” The person spoke again, shaking their head as they cut themselves off. The spiked mask flicked quickly through what appeared to be different icons. “Course, he’s not feeling great, Wrench, he just woke up after being out for almost a week. 

Hold on, they gave me questions I’m supposed to ask you.” they wandered over towards the workbench, tossing things off with little care for where they landed, the whole time muttering to themselves as they looked. “Now where the fuck did I up that clipboard?”

The sound of clanking metal once more drew his attention, and he looked up in time to see the Pokemon from before walking up behind the person. Its whole body was now in view allowing his muddled mind to be able to recognize it as some kind of dragon type. 

It walked up to the human, a clipboard in its mouth and carefully nudged its trainer to get their attention. 

“Huh? Oh! Thanks, bud!” clipboard now retrieved, the person…Wrench he thought he heard him call themselves, picked up the chair next to the bed flip it around and sat down; leaning heavily over the back of the chair.

“Okay, so for starts you were in a car crash that was totally no one's fault but the driver’s. Aiden said you were already out of it before then so, I won’t bother asking about any of that,” they explained, looking at him with a pair of Xs instead of eyes. “Question One! What is your name?”

“I am Emmet,” he answered quickly the answer coming to him easily.

“Nice! Just gonna mark that one off. I’m Wrench, by the way, encase you didn’t get that from my deranged ramblings. And that beast over there is Miraidon, My partner in crime.” Wrench introduced himself and the pokemon, ticking off the question on the clipboard. “Next Question. What is your occupation?”

This was an easy one too.

“I am a-” but nothing came. It felt like it had been there a moment ago like he could just reach out and touch it, but then it just slipped through his fingers. “I-I…I don’t know.”

“Ah…don’t worry about it. Next question. You gave me a first name, How about a Last name?”

Emmet tried to wrack his brain for an answer, but nothing came. 

And after waiting a few minutes without an answer Wrench simply shrugged. “Phbbbbb, Who needs a last name? Maybe you're like Cher.” Emmet felt like this was meant to make him laugh or to make him feel better, but the brief flash of upward slashes on the mask seemed to show that even Wrench found this lack of information worrying.

“How about the current Year?”

Emmet shook his head.

“Any idea who the current champion is?”

He paused, feeling like he should know this one, but once more it just came up blank.

Why?

Why couldn’t he remember anything?

His hands shook as he carefully grasped at the bandages around his head.

“Any friends? Or family we might be able to call?” Wrench wasn’t even looking at the clipboard anymore.

Once more Emmet tried to search for an answer, only seeming to get a feeling of missing someone close to him.

Fleeting images of a man in black with a stern face.

A choked sob escaped his lips, and a hand landed on his should, giving him a soft squeeze. 

“Hey. we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry.”

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Patchouli's Revenge: Lavandula Spica | Prologue

This is an original series that I'm writing and plan on publishing as a light novel (which means I need to draw stuff). I've posted stuff related to this story on this blog before, but this is a full-fledged chapter out of... about 30 more of the story. I'll explain the chapters and synopsis in the masterpost.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and neglect, mentions of Sad Beige Moms, Religion

Word Count: 2.4K

The two young girls walked up the quiet road, illuminated only by the light of the crescent moon. The older one, with crimson hair and purple horns on top of her head, held the hand of the younger purple-haired girl whose hair was in a side ponytail cascading off her right shoulder. As they walked up the cobblestone path, they walked up to their destination; a simple building built with bricks colored similarly to the path they just walked upon.

The older girl knocked the brass knocker, shaped like a flower. One. Two. One. A secret code with every drum of the brass hitting ancient wood. Soon, the door opened to a middle-aged woman, smiling at the two girls.

“You must be the little sister Rose was referring to. We prepared a room for you already. It’s plain for now, but there is a desk for you to write and a bookshelf for your journals.” Her voice was warm, like sitting in front of a hearth after an especially cold day outside.

The younger girl tensed her hand around her older sister, tears welling up. “Is Rose staying with me?”

The older girl, Rose, shook her head. “Hey,” she knelt down, turning to her baby sister, “I know how you feel right now. If I could, I’d stay with you, but mother would put together a search party if she found out that I was gone for too long. I’m fifteen, I can handle her abuse.”

The purple-haired girl quivered, “But… she’s still mean. At least she ignores me most of the time.”

“And she shouldn’t. She never addressed any love to you, that’s why I asked the clergy here to take you in. I want you to know what love is, since father can’t be with us.” Rose rebutted, “Lavender, I promise that I will find you again. I don’t expect you to use your current name in the future, I know that once I’m old enough I’m gonna change it. When we meet again, tell me your new name, will you?”

Through choked sobs, Lavender nodded. Rose procured something from her bag, giving it to her sister. Lavender opened it, seeing two bright pink ribbons. Her eyes widened, looking at her sister. “How did you… mother would be mad if you brought something so colorful in her presence.”

Rose put a finger to her lips and winked, “Shhh, it’s a secret. Actually, dad wanted me to give it to you. He asked me to while you were fast asleep.”

Lavender nodded, turning to the clergy member.

“Are you ready, my child? I’ll bring you to your room so you can go to bed.” The sister asked.

Lavender nodded, before hugging her sister one last time, “Thank you… I hope I see you again.”

Rose returned her sister’s embrace, “Me too, sis. Who knows, maybe we’ll see each other in ten years.” After both sisters ended their final embrace, a mouth full of teeth opened up behind Rose. Lavender didn’t freak out at this, she knew that was what Rose’s portals looked like. With a final wave, Rose walked through the portal, which closed its mouth and disappeared once Rose went through.

Readjusting her bag, Lavender walked with the clergy member to the annex of where the clergy lived and slept. “I’m Sister Helga,” she introduced herself, “I’m the head of Skuld Church, you could call me a priest.”

“Church?” Lavender tilted her head, “What deity is worshipped here?”

Sister Helga nodded, “We worship Gimle, the god of bonds. Friendship, romantic, familial, marriage, all of that. She also took in orphans, allowing them to use her name as their surname. I hope that you’re alright with using her name as your surname.”

Lavender shrugged, “That’s fine, but I want to pick a new name for myself. I don’t have a problem with the name itself, but my mom’s the one who chose it and… I’m sure Primrose told you how my mother is already, Sister Helga.”

“That’s perfectly alright with me. Ah, we’re here.” Sister Helga stopped at a door, with an empty namecard in front of it. The door had flowers painted on it that Lavender did not recognize.

Helga opened the door, leading Lavender to a quaint room. There was a full-sized bed in one corner, with simple midnight blue blankets and periwinkle bedding. Lavender was relieved at the absence of beige. The furniture was wooden in a rich mohagony, with a bookshelf with a cabinet on one side next to a desk facing the window. The pink curtains were closed, but the faint moonlight from the outside shone in through the blackout.

Sister Helga glanced at the young girl, “Glad that there’s no beige in sight, huh? Your sister told me. Our god always loved vibraint jewel and pastel tones, so we didn’t have to change anything here. We also got clothes for you, you can change into some sleepwear and go rest. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the clergy once you’re rested.”

Lavender nodded, placing her bag gently upon the desk. Once Sister Helga closed the door, Lavender changed out of her beige ensemble and into the black pajama shirt and pants that were neatly folded on the bed. After taking off the beige ribbon on her hair, Lavender laid down on the bed.

She is finally free of her mother. Is a place of worship ideal for a little girl to live? It isn’t, but Lavender is glad that she is away from her mother’s suffocating presence at last.

●●●

When Lavender gets up, the sun is shining through the gap in the curtains. Next to her bag, some clothes are neatly folded with a note on top of them. She hops off the bed and reads the note.

Welcome to our clergy, young one. The sisters of the church can’t wait to meet you! These clothes are hand-me-downs from both members of the clergy and people who attend the church. We also bought you a few packs of fresh underwear. They’ve been washed and are in the drawers of the dresser next to your bed. Sister Agnes and I are going to take you around the church today. There are no services to do, so don’t worry. ~Sister Helga.

After reading the note, Lavender set it aside and looked at the clothes. They were mostly black dresses and other black pieces of clothing, like leggings. After putting some of them away in the dresser, Lavender grabbed the clothing she wanted to wear and put it on. It was a simple ensemble, a long-sleeved black dress that went past her knees and black leggings. She didn’t have any other pairs of shoes, likely since they didn’t want to accidentally give her a shoe too big or too small to fit. Guess Lavender has to continue wearing her sad little beige shoes for now. After putting everything on, she placed her pajamas in the hamper before opening the door to her room.

There were several members of the clergy walking around, some talking amongst themselves while cleaning. In the corner of her eye, Lavender noticed Sister Helga talking to a younger clergy member, most likely Sister Agnes. Lavender walked up to the two, who promptly greeted her.

“You’re the one we took in last night, correct?” The younger of the two asked, “I’m Sister Agnes, I hope you’re alright with me accompanying you and Sister Helga to show you around?”

Lavender nodded, “I don’t mind.”

Sister Agnes clapped her hands together, “Alright! Where would you like to go first, the patchouli fields, the church itself, or the kitchen?”

Lavender thought for a moment. Her mother never allowed flowers anywhere near her mansion, and the kitchen was one of the few places Lavender wasn’t allowed since she could cause an accident. “Can I go to the patchouli fields?” she asked.

“Yes, we can. Come with us, we’ll take you there.” Sister Helga offered her hand to Lavender, who took her hand. The three of them walked outside the annex, and to the fields of purple flowers.

There were little stone paths around the fields, and the gentle breeze wafted the earthy scent to Lavender’s nostrils. It felt pleasant and familiar at the same time. Why was it familiar to her?

“I want to go by the name of the flowers here. What were they called again?” Lavender asked the sisters. Helga looked shocked for a moment, with Agnes equally as so.

“They’re called patchouli. I assume you want to be called Patchouli, correct?” Sister Helga asked.

Lavender, no, Patchouli, answered, “Yes. I would like to be called Patchouli, if that’s okay.”

The two sisters nodded, “Alright then,” Agnes said, “we’ll file you in as Patchouli Gimle in the documents.”

Patchouli nodded. Being referred to as a name that isn’t the one her mother gave her at birth made her feel happy. She could get used to this name with time.

Sitting down next to the field, Patchouli reminisced about her life so far. She only lived ten years so far, but those ten years were filled with neglect from those who were meant to love her. This was the first time a person of authority treated her like a person, and not just a ghost. The only person who actively paid attention to her was Primrose, and now Patchouli has no clue when she will get to meet her older sister again. Given their five-year age gap, and how Patchouli was treated by the rest of her family, one would expect Primrose to also ignore her little sister. Primrose knew better than that, having had more time spent with their loving father before his exile. She doted on Patchouli in private, and was the only one that truly cared for her in that forsaken mansion.

“You look like you’re about to cry, are you alright?” Agnes knelt down next to Patchouli, reaching out a hand to rub her back. The sensation made tears flow from her eyes, as silent tears flown down her cheeks. Agnes grabbed a hankerchief, wiping the tears. “You must’ve had a hard live before you came here, didn’t you? Don’t worry, we’re here for you. Cry the tears you need to cry, we have time.”

So Patchouli sobbed, sobbing into the hankerchief that Agnes gave her. She sobbed so hard that snot came out of her nostrils, and she sobbed and sobbed until the tears no longer flowed.

Once she was done with her crying, Patchouli looked up at the two Sisters. “Thank you… thank you both so much.”

“Oh, you poor girl,” Sister Helga embraced the young girl, “you must’ve had such a hard life if something like this is enough to make you cry. Don’t worry, we’ll be here for you.”

After a while, Patchouli got up, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her dress. “I think I’m done here, can we go to the kitchen?”

The two sisters nodded, beckoning Patchouli to follow them back into the church and to the kitchen part of the annex.

When the three arrived, the kitchen was relatively quiet. Nobody was in there other than the two sisters and the young girl. Helga grabbed a cup from the cabinets, filling it with water and giving it to Patchouli. “Here, have some water,” she said, “Don’t worry if you drop it, this is a plastic cup. It won’t shatter on the ground if dropped. If you’re worried about possibly dropping it, then there’s a table over there where you can drink it.” Helga gestured to the small circular table with a few chairs nearby, where Patchouli went to sit down.

Patchouli drank the water from the cup cautiously. Even though she knew it was unlikely for the sisters to get mad at her, she still remembers how her mother exploded at her when she dropped a plate on accident. Hopefully, with time, she won’t be so afraid of dropping glassware, but for now it still scares her even if it’s purple-hued plastic.

After Patchouli finished drinking the water, she went to the sink to put it in, looking at Helga for assistance.

“Do you need help?”

After nodding in confirmation, Helga walked over to show Patchouli how to clean the cup; grabbing dish soap, a brush, how to scrub the cup, rinse it, and put it on the drying rack next to the sink. It was something foreign to Patchouli, given how her mother had servants to clean, but Patchouli enjoyed it. She often spent time with the servants, they pitied her enough to be somewhat kind to her. The time one of them peeled a fruit and gave it to her to scarf down since she seemed hungry is a memory she fondly holds onto. How is she, anyway? Hopefully she didn’t get in trouble with mother because of her.

●●●

It was quite the day for Patchouli. Picking out a new name for herself, experiencing genuine kindness from those who barely knew her, and being around people who gave a care was quite overwhelming. But now, it was time to do something that Patchouli was reluctant to do: burn the clothes she came to the church wearing.

It was the only color she was allowed to wear throughout her childhood, that emotionless beige tone. Patchouli hated it. If her mother could get away with it, her hair and horns would be mutilated into those depressing hues too. The sisters of the church were willing to help her burn the clothes, as they had a bonfire on the church grounds.

Placing the folded dress upon the charred wood, Patchouli waited for Sister Agnes to cast the spell. The spell that would set the clothes aflame. Stepping a few paces back as to not get burned, she waited in anticipation of what would occur.

“Are you sure about this, Patchouli?” Agnes asked. With a nod of assurance, she extended her right hand to cast the spell. With no words said, a rune showed up above the beige dress, and soon it was covered in flame.

Patchouli could only look at the clothes in contempt. Burning those clothes meant that her mother no longer had control over her, and that Patchouli could have a life that wasn’t controlled by her tyrrany. No more Lavender. Lavender died long ago. Now, she is Patchouli Gimle.

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HAEMOGLOBIN!!!

ok so stardust is about this kid Tristan thorn who is the son of this guy Dunstan thorn and this faerie woman. In the prologue, Dustan and the faerie woman Do The Do and then the faerie woman goes back to faerie because where dunstan/Tristan lives is this town called wall and once every nine years on the mayday the meadow beyond the wall welcomes the faerie market and thats how Dunstan and the faerie woman met anyway so after they fricked the frack the faerie woman went back to being enslaved by this very unkind witch who turned her into a peacock for her troubles and Dunstan went and married a very nice woman who pretended Tristan was her baby when he turned up on the doorstep in a basket and so they raised him like that

FLASH FORWARD EIGHTEEN YEARS Tristan has never been allowed to go to the faerie festival. He is very close with his father and not as close with his mother. And he’s head over heels for this girl Victoria forester and one night he’s like eyyyy Victoria heres all the things I would do to win your heart and its very romantic etc etc and anyway they see a star fall to the ground in the far distance and Victoria is like bring that star to me and I will give you your heart’s desire and Tristan is like Bet and he goes on his merry way with a full endorsement from his father

Anyway he crosses the border into faerie and he meets this short little man who feeds him things and gives him a candle that will take him miles in one step (its magical) and he also learns that he knows the locations of Literally Anything in faerie as long as it is an established place like it can’t be a person

CUT BACK TO WHEN THE STAR FALLS, BUT FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF FAERIE

The lord of the stormhold is dying. His three sons, Primus, septimus, and secundus (the others were all killed by each other) are all wondering who will be the next lord of stormhold. Anyway he takes this stone he’s wearing and YEETS it out the window like fucking FAR. It hits a star and they both fall to the ground and the lord is like ok whoever brings that stone back to the stormhold will be the next king. And then he dies.

AT THE SAME TIME, A COTTAGE OF WITCHES OBSERVES THE STAR FALLING AND ARE INCREDIBLY HAPPY ABOUT IT

Why, you may ask? Well, my heart, there are six of them. Three are youthful as ever, and three are not. The three who are not wish to be youthful again, but they can only do so by eating the heart of a star. So they draw straws and the one that wins eats the last piece of the last heart they had and she becomes youthful but only for a little while. You see, she needs the heart of that new star.

ANYWAY TRISTAN MAKES IT TO THE CLEARING USING THAT FANCY CANDLE HE GOT BUT O H N O IT BURNS ALMOST OUT!!! HES STUCK!!! HES TRAVELLED HUNDREDS OF MILES IN MINUTES, SURELY IT WILL TAKE SIMPLY M O N T H S TO GET BACK!!

Ah but check it out theres this really pretty girl here and she’s shining in the night almost like the stars WAIT A MINUTE-

Yeah the star is a girl (its a romance what do you think)

She broke her leg when she fell and is pretty much like. Broken. Anyway Tristan comes up to her and is like hey. You are my kidnappee now. I have to give you to the love my life so she’ll marry me. And the star is like weird flex but ok and then Tristan puts a chain on her (not good) and then they go on their merry way (not really they’re kind of stuck and shit out of luck)

AT THE SAME TIME THE PRINCES OF STORMHOLD (THERE ARE TWO LEFT BECAUSE SEPTIMUS KILLED SECUNDUS) ARE CHASING EACH OTHER AND PRIMUS IS TRYING HIS LEVEL BEST NOT TO DIE! HE DOES SMART STUFF ETC ETC

MEANWHILE THE NOW YOUTHFUL WITCH IS ON HER MERRY WAY TO FINDING THE STAR! She stops at a caravan of a familiar looking old woman with a very familiar peacock and is like hey I’m a witch you’re a witch lets be besties and the old witch (who is the old witch from the market if you did not catch on) is like aight bet and then she puts truth serum in the youthful witch’s food and she’s like hehehehe I’m so smart anyway whats new Scooby doo and the youthful witch has to tell her but when she does she is like I cast this spell upon ye that you will never remember any of this you will never see this star so long as you shall live (hold on to that its important) and then the youthful witch goes back to the search (the peacock the other witch had is watching all of this very disdainfully)

Also Tristan and the star have found a unicorn! They’re riding it now. And the star is like so I got knocked out of the sky because SOME DUMB FUCK THREW A ROCK AT ME and she pulls out the rock that the lord of the stormhold threw and she’s like this is so fucking dumb Tristan look how dumb this is and Tristan is like yes I see how dumb it is and she’s like good will you let me go now and he’s like no

uhhh. Things happen. They bond over shit.

THE STAR MAKES A BREAK FOR IT WHEN TRISTAN GOES INTO TOWN FOR FOOD!!! SHE TAKES THE UNICORN AND FUCKING G O E S! Tristan goes after her LITERALLY ONLY BECAUSE HE WANTS TO GET WITH VICTORIA NO OTHER REASON along the way he meets this very nice man who says his name is Primus and he has this very nice carriage! How nice!

AT THE SAME TIME

THE WITCH HAS SET UP A POPUP IN RIGHT IN THE PATH OF THE STAR! THIS IS WHERE SHE WILL LAY HER TRAP! She transfigures two goats to be the innkeeper (her husband) and a pot-maid (basically a servant) and then she waits! Eventually, the star (who’s name is yvaine) happens upon the inn. Salvation, at last!!!

pay no attention to the innkeeper’s wife, who is sharpening a knife and licking her lips. All is well.

Also yvaine doesn’t eat food or drink anything because she subsists on the moonshine or some shit

Ok back to Tristan who has spent some time in this carriage with this fellow Primus and they’ve just happened upon an inn!!! How nice!!! Tristan volunteers to sleep in the barn with the horses and theres a white horse back there too but no matter he’s too tired Primus tells him he’ll get the pot-maid to bring out some brandy and thats the end of it.

UNTIL!!! THE BRANDY IS BROUGHT OUT!!! AND JUST AS HE GOES TO DRINK IT!!! THE STABLE CRASHES AND THE UNICORN COMES BURSTING THROUGH AND STICKS HIS HORN IN IT!!! TRISTAN RECALLS SOMETHING: UNICORN HORN NEUTRALIZES POISON!!! GASP!!! HE’S ALMOST BEEN POISONED!!!

HE RUSHES INSIDE

AT THE SAME MOMENT

THE WITCH IS GETTING CREEPIER AND PRIMUS IS TRYING HIS BEST

TRISTAN BREAKS IN AND IS LIKE PRIMUS BRO I ALMOST GOT POISONED SHE ALMOST POISONED ME AND THEN HE SEES YVAINE AND HES LIKE OMG BABE IVE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU AND THEN ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE

THERE IS SHOUTING

THERE IS FIGHTING

THE WITCH KILLS PRIMUS

SHES COMING FOR YVAINE AND TRISTAN

BUT TRISTAN STILL HAS THE CANDLE

HE FASHIONS A WICK FROM HIS SHIRT AND THRUSTS IT INTO THE RAGING FIRE! HE AND YVAINE TAKE A STEP AND A STEP AND A STEP AND TRISTAN HOLDS THE CANDLE UNTIL IT BURNS OUT, SCARRING HIS HAND BEYOND BELIEF!!!

WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

On a cloud. chilling.

The witch flees the in and septimus happens upon it and sees his dead brother and is like ha lol ur dead and then he’s like FUCK I DIDNT KILL YOU NOW I HAVE TO GO TAKE REVENGE ON THE PERSON WHO DID FUCK U BRO

So he goes to go kill the witch (he killed like all his brothers so he should be fine)

Ok and then Tristan and yvaine get picked up from the cloud by some flying people who know Tristan through that little fellow who gave him the candle in the beginning and they spend some time with them (a few weeks maybe?) they help to heal Tristan’s hand and yvaine’s leg, though it never heals correctly, so she always has a limp now

And eventually they get dropped off a ways away from wall (closer than they were but still far) and the flying people are like byeee!!! Lovely to meet u :))) and then Tristan and yvaine are like damn better get moving I guess

The witch is like hehehehe they want to get to wall let me set up camp in this pass which is the only way to get there hehehe no one will stop me!!! And septimus is like IM GONNA ARSON IT and he almost does but she catches him and is like BITCHBOY I AM A WITCH YOURE DUMB and then she kills him

Anyway yvaine and Tristan meet this old witch lady (its the same one with the bird and the peacock) and barter with her safe passage to wall because she’s headed there for the faerie market. They use this glass flower his dad gave him which he got from the faerie market himself. Weirdly enough the witch doesn’t notice yvaine or acknowledge her like???? At all???? Ok then and also she turns Tristan into a hamster because why the hell not

So they’re on their merry way to wall and tristan is a hamster and yvaine is still not noticed by the witch so she chills with the bird sometimes and the bird is nice very smart for a bird actually

And they of course pass by the home of the youthful witch who almost got arsoned but did not and also she’s not that youthful anymore and she’s like HALT and shit and she’s like WHAT HAVE YE IN UR CARAVAN and the old lady witch is like nothing hehehe just a hamster hehehe (and because she is cursed to never notice yvaine) the witch believes her!!! They escape thanks to the failings in the witch’s own spell!!!

BACK TO WALL!! THE FAERIE MARKET IS IN FULL SWING!! THEY TRY TO GO IN BUT ARE BARRED BY THESE GUARDS WHO ARE LIKE MMMM NAH AND TRISTAN IS LIKE GOTDAMN OK

So they go back to the faerie market and have a sleep with long romantic pauses (Tristan is seriously reconsidering marriage to Victoria at this point cos like. Yvaine is fucking great yk) and yvaine is like HE WILL NEVER LOVE ME BUT I WILL COPE BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I DO and in the morning its like TRISTAN THERES SOMEONE HERE FOR YOU and Tristan is like ah yes my lady love Victoria brb yvaine (because men) but actually its his sister who is like YOU FUCKER YOU WERE GONE AN ASS LONG TIME WHAT THE HELL and Tristan is like ah yes about that and then he sees Victoria who is like TRISTAN W MUST TALK IMMEDIATELY

Basically she eplxains that she is going to marry mr Monday (who once employed Tristan) and she is very happy but a promise is a promise and if he has her star then she will fulfill his heart’s desire and Tristan is like well I’m a Grown and Matured man now I DESIRE THAT YOU MARRY MR MONDAY LITERALLY THIS WEEK and also that I get to be with yvaine lets gooooo and Victoria is like FUCK YEAHHHH!!!! And so she and mr Monday get married

And Tristan is like yvaine can live with me in wall but also wall fucking sucks what if I just live in faerie forever that would fuck 

Also yvaine can’t cross the border out of faerie bc then she turns into a rock (similar to the stone of stormhold which she still has btw)

WHEN VICTORIA AND MR MONDAY GET MARRIED THE PEACOCK WHO IS NOW A WOMAN FOR FAERIE MARKET REASONS IS LIKE AHA IM FREE!!! Because the terms of her enslavement were that she would be freed on a week where the moon lost her daughter (the stars are the moons daughters) and two Mondays came together in the same week (Victoria and mr Monday got married) and so she’s free now and she finds Tristan and is like SURPRISE BITCH IM UR MOM ALSO IM THE LAST REMAINING CHILD OF THE LORD OF STORMHOLD BET U DIDNT SEE THAT COMING DO U KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS OH YEAH UR THE FUCKEN LORD OF STORMHOLD COS UR BAE OVER THERE HAS THE ROCK

And Tristan is like wait no I don’t wanna and he and his mom are all ready to get up and arms and yvaine is like mmm I’m gonna go now and she wanders off and runs into NONE OTHER THAN THE NO-LONGER-YOUTHFUL-WITCH who luckily can’t get her heart anymore and they have a conversation and the no longer youthful witch is like I don’t get it why can’t I steal your heart and yvaine is like perhaps because it belongs to someone else (and it was at this point in the book that I came upon my brilliant idea) and then she throws a wanton glance at Tristan and the witch is like *insert that one hades meme here*

Anyway Tristan and his mom have it sorted that she’s (his mum) is gonna go back to the stormhold and be the interim ruler while he and yvaine make their own way and she’s like yeah ok and it turns out she’s such a fire queen that by the time (about six months later) yvaine and Tristan get there its so good they leave a note like “hey so we’re gonna stay out longer don’t begrudge us our travels xoxo gossip girl” and so they do that for a bit

Then they come back and Tristan and yvaine take over as the rulers of the stormhold and all is peaches and cream forever and ever and then Tristan dies and yvaine doesn’t but she does sit in a tower gazing at the stars for the end of time and no one ever mentions her limp

THE END

damn

[jellyfishvibes]

After not thinking about it for a day it totally brained me in the head like a boomerang, The king probably wasn't a balanced heart

Ok so, miles of rambling before i swing back around to the point, the only wishes we know have been made are:

Link wished to uh fucking kill demise in skyward sword, ghirahim immediately hits him with the uno reverse after

The King in windwaker wishes to wash away the old hyrule and give hope to the kids

It is unclear if Ganon did make a wish here? Like he has the full triforce, and then he becomes the beast ganon, it was canon in that lttp manual idk if it still is anymore cause the wording in current stuff makes it super unclear? he probably did make that wish here, dunno how his beast ganon form in oot is different to the beast form he gets after making a wish tho

At the end of lttp Link gets the triforce and hits the status quo button, gets his whole uncle back and everything good for him

At the end of lbw Link and Zelda wish to restore Lorules triforce

This is also unclear because its refering to Hildas ancestors destroying Lorules triforce which like, i assume they had to wish to do that but the wording is vague

This is in the prologue to Zelda 2, the king like wishes for prosperity or whatever

Also kinda vague, at the end of zelda 2 it says Link uses the power of the full triforce to wake zelda the second up but dunno if the triforce just does it or if he explictly wishes for it

I love the encycolpedia entirely cause it adds timelines to show where so many things are when so here's the timeline of the triforce, i just think its neat

And from what we know about the triforce there are only 2 ways to make a wish, to smack your hand on it with a balanced heart and you just get it, or you smack your hand on it with an unbalanced heart and its splits off and you get the one you embody most, if you then collect the pieces again you can make a wish

So back to the point, in King windwakers case he totally didnt have a balanced heart he was piggy backing off ganons work, the triforce split and had been collected meaning i guess the next person to touch it get a wish scott free, (like i feel like there should be a clause in there to make it so only the guy who first touched it and got the pieces back can make a wish but then that can be cheesed by just smacking it before he can and making it split again to dely/yoink his wish, idk this doesnt seem very well thought out by the goddesses in universe)

Also sub thought, oracles wtf? it become bird?

Like i mean yeah i guess, it is all powerful it is in its skill set to be able to do that But why tho (i need to draw fanart of the triforce as birds now)

And second bonus

Skyward Sword Link was balanced

King lionface wasnt

Ganondorf wasnt

Lttp Link was

Lbw Link and Zelda? were? i guess? dunno bout the dynamic of 2 people making the same wish and they triforce did just reform after being split so i'm leaning more towards clause 2

Hildas Ancestors are too unclear, probably? seeing as it didnt split? maybe it did and someone used one piece to destroy the others we just dont know

King zelda2 prolouge also unclear, like he did make a wish but also notable the triforce is split after and he makes like a whole puzzle about hiding the pieces that like, fucks up his two kids so uhh dunno

Zelda 1+2 Link was

I'm responding all out of order sorry lmao got too many thoughts on the brain, the dark mirror and twilight mirror totally have some connection i just wanna add in here the magic mirror from lttp that tps you between the dark and light realm, lotta ominous mirror symbolism

*slaps flowery atmosphere text* i could connect this to the twilight realm

Mandrag Ganon is a fucking hilarious name and it should have become as vaguely canon as Ganondorf Dragmire is, oh my God, plus enchanted thieves? looping that in with his surrogate mothers being kotake and koume, two very old witches and him being a sorcerer in gerudo form mayhaps he had an enclave of powerful magic wielders as his like cult within the gerudo, all the other gerudo generally arent magic wielders, (inserts gerudo hcs here, maybe Ganon being the rencarnation thats pick out able from the other gerudo and fated to be their leader not because he man but because hes born with magic, most gerudo leaders we have seen that are born into that role have some magical ability of some kind, maybe the one man born every 100 years isnt a gerudo myth but a hylian one and how gerudo veiw gender is very different, i already hc a large portion of the gerudo population is made up of trans women, idk i should make a word vomit post about all my zelda race gender thoughts)

Lemmie retro fit this to oot real quick *cracks knuckles* Technically it was opened by accident, oot link opened the door to get the sword and didnt know pulling it would open the sacred realm for ganon, before you go get it you get that cutscene of zelda fleeing and throwing the ocarina into the river for you, its implied by this and that knight dying in the alleyway that this do be ganons doing and man stormed the castle, possibly killing the king dunno we never see him, he could have done it with said gang of thieves skilled in the black arts, if this is a 'in canon' written story no wonder the person didnt know that ganon and the gang (gan and the fellas, dorf and the dudes) weren't the ones to actually open the door before storming in but a random kid did blah blah blah smacks triforce, *server wide end portal opening noise here* 7 years of fucking up the kingdom, link gets bodied and down fall timeline in here

I do find the oots whole map is just the south forest in tp actually hysterical, its so funny, best theory ever, i love it so much and as much as i don't think it is canon its my favorite i love that guy, i think about it so much haha, I do think its kinda canon that the Zonai build the great plateau? dont quote me on it but i think there was like a comparison from a zelda memory with the walls of it and the walls were zonai style and probably rebuilt by the hylians like they rebuilt the temple of time (botw ruins site) ontop of the temple of time (zonai in the sky one) i do like plateau and lost woods swap theory tho so maybe the zonai did that who knows, if you want some fun zelda map vids to watch here are my faves plus a bonus triforce hero's theory

What the fuck

Hello?!?!?

Temple of light ruins?!?!?!?!!?

[alkhale]

ALK !!! KAPFM CHP 9 BLEW MY MIND. SHSHSHSHHS SORRY THIS WILL BE LONG BC !!! UUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!

When okkotsu said “Even if you cannot be separate, you have to imagine it so.” , “In this manner, you can easily remember…That you are still two.”

I felt like that sentence felt familiar before i realized that you titled chp 4 by “i want my life in two” AND somehow the cycle of that two different lives are oddly similar ?? Like how mirai found someone that she likes (chi & okkotsu) ; that someone was taken away (the kamo clan & the villagers) ; she went on a rampage (trashing around the small shed & the village massacre)

chp 4 ends with = (A finger stuck itself into the series of tapes, starting to wind it back.) and as the summary for chp 7 goes : The stories that unfolded each time, however, as of late, did tend to be quite a bit different. Perhaps because of one character that did not quite belong with the rest. (1) Gojou Satoru.

YOU YOU YOU MIND BLOWER AHHHHHHH. I love love how you do this thing with naming the chapters that follows the theme of the story u wrote, it may seem like a minor detail but i rlly rlly love it omfg like

atcit : the mc’s rule of threes

memos : hoku as a protagonist has a goal to paint the best story and if u combine the title of the current chapters together and it can already form a prologue of a story which coincides that hoku just joined the strawhats and is painting for the strawhats’ journey

kapfm : mirai is essentially stuck in a loop/ limbo of a monotonous life (even tho it involves more than plenty of adrenaline for sorcerers & non sorcerers) and theyre not even bothered to think much of it unless its rly rly important for the future/ whatever that is in scope in their curse technique and someone new in their latest lifetime who seems like he wont ever fit in her standard script of life. and not only that but, some chapters may seemed like it mirrored the other but its not !!! like one of those games of finding the abnomalies in 2 similar pictures and its bc of that one ridiculous op guy 😭

hmmmmmm how should i put it, ik that its 2 entirely different series and themes but mirai and hoku is actually a good foil for each other SHJSJSJS dunno if anyone else noticed and may sent sth about them both in an ask

Like, mirai’s ability to see the future and is convinced that it is set and even if it changed it wont necessarily be a good thing for everyone involved; and it wont be an exeption to the strongest sorceror in the new era vs hoku’s plan to draw the best story in a world and the boy who she is convinced could overcome his predecessor (i.e gold roger) but that conviction itself it sth that has been set from the very beginning bc luffy is the protagonist and she thought of herself as a bystander and wont make sth as small as ripple

i probably didnt explain any of my thought even tho i just wrote a paragraph HSHSHSJSH IM SORRY BUT TLDR-ing MY THOUGHTS ABT THEM THIS WAY = once u open a book, the stage and ending has been set for the characters, theyre essentially “doomed” to that ending; no matter how much you flip the coin it will always land on tails/ heads and it will always be one of them and never be other but for the one who flip the coin, they may ruled out themselves out of the possibility that they’re (one of) the anomaly and could change sth around them

I just, love all ur stories & ur ocs, and i love u too🥹

anon, i just want you to know that you've absolutely made my night, like you have literally no idea

work and everything else have all melted away after reading this and the spews of thoughts/theories/connections, it always makes me so, SO HAPPY when you guys do stuff like this because i put those lil things for my own love and its just ;-; really, really rewarding to know you all enjoy them too

THANK YOU FOR NOTICING ALL THE LITTLE CONNECTING THREADS, i also love naming chapters with a little extra thought and trying to follow the chosen lyrics for that moment in KAPFM's case

sometimes they hint stuff ;)

GOJOU BEING THE ABNORMALITY IN TWO PICS IM CRYING, yes, because he is exactly that and if only mirai could see the headache he will become :')

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND PLEASE LOOK FORWARD TO MORE

[asingleheart-shapedbraincell]

Obey Me Brothers and Misc. react to MC having their coffee order memorised

GN!MC

Prologue

You go to a coffee shop. Human world or devildom, doesn't matter. All that matters is after waiting in line you order for you and Ya Boi bc you have their order memorised and they get flustered because every single one of them is a ✨massive softie✨

This is also just me headcanoning their drink orders while I take a break from my dissertation.

(I'm referring to the undateables as Misc. because I don't want to call the the datables bc Luke is a child. He is not datable. That is my son.)

Lucifer

This man would take his coffee in an IV if he could and you can't convince me otherwise

Probably asks that they put as many extra espresso shots in the drink as they're legally allowed to

Anyway, he's very touched that you have his order memorised. He has yours memorised to.

Appreciates that you pay enough attention to him to know his order

Low-key blushing about it and will think about it next time he makes himself coffee

Might even end up making you one to if he isn't working late

Definitely goes for coffee with you more often (definitely not to spend more time with you and also to show that he has your order memorised too 👀)

Mammon

This man is destroyed by any kind of casual affection (pls hold his hand)

I mean, of course you know the great Mammon's coffee order! You were his human weren't ya?

If you're ordering for him, that means you're paying, right? 👀

He do be blushing tho (if you also pay he'll blush even more)

And since you bought it, I GUESS you can have a sip...definitely doesn't just want the casual and domestic intimacy of sharing the same cup

Wants to get coffee with you more often (so he can drink from your cup)

Levi

How did you know the code to order the Ruri-Chan Loveheart Surprise Latte off of the secret menu??????

Oh, you knew it because you listened to him order before and memorised it????????????

Hes not crying, you're crying

No but really, the proof that you actively listen to him when he's talking about his interests has his heart skipping a beat

Hes bright red and trying to cover his face with his hands

Wants to get two straws so you two can sit opposite each other and share a drink but is WAY to shy to ask 🥺👉👈

Will end up buying matching reusable coffee cups that have 'player one' and 'player two' on them

Satan

For the most part he’ll order something basic like an Americano or a flat white UNLESS you're at a place that does latte art.

Then he ALWAYS gets cat themed latte art

Like the little 3D ones they make out of foam and then draw little faces on???

Yeah, he loves them

He think they're so cute

They're in most of his devilgram pics next to whatever book he was reading at the time

One of his favourite things to do is visit cat cafe with you and if you remember his order he'll be very touched and he'll thank you with a blush and a smile

Has your order memorised as well and orders for you next time

Asmo

Changes with whats fashionable but anything ✨pink✨

Pink drink, peach lemonade, strawberry and white chocolate mocha they're all acceptable

But is delighted when you remember his order- it means you've been paying attention to the trends he's following!!!!!

Did you see the drink on his devilgram story????? Isn't it cute!!!!!! You should get one to match and take a selfie together!!!!

Thinks its really cute to go on coffee dates and hear you order for him

Like, yes, they know my order 😌 we're that close 😙✌

Beel

Just hand him a basic Americano, but in a Big Gulp cup

Is touched that you remembered his order, even if it is simple. He just kinda blushes and thanks you (maybe asks if you want to go out dinner that evening).

Make sure he’s fed, or has food available bc if you don’t he will eat ✨The Beans✨

He has done this before and you DO NOT want to see Beel when he has enough caffiene in his system to give a mortal cardiac arrest

He’s already the most athletic brother. You won’t catch him. No one will.

You know Taz from Looney Tunes? When he just...spins super fast in circles and eats stuff??? Yeah, Beel’s like that.

But if he doesn’t eat straight-up coffee beans, he’s just as chill as normal

Just enjoys spending some quality time with you (and yes, he will definitely have your order memorised too)

Belphie

Must!!!!!keep!!!!this!!!!!boy!!!!!awake!!!!!!!

If you remember his order he’s gonna blush, but do his best not to react. But he may also feel the need to Hold Hands later in the day because you’ll have him feeling ✨soft✨.

Has a black coffee but puts, like, 5 sugars in it

He’s basically drinking espresso syrup

and it does NOTHING

Caffiene does not affect this man AT. ALL.

It’s almost scary - he can down 3 espressos and then nap for five hours afterwards

Doesn’t love going on coffee dates because if you’re too caffinated he has trouble keeping up with you, and you won’t feel like having a nap with him. But if you’re just having one coffee, or a tea or something, he does like how chilled out the date can be.

Diavolo

I get grande iced machiatto vibes, and I can’t tell you why

Loves that you remember his order and isn’t shy about it. Will blush at first and then break into a massive beaming smile

He’s paying for the coffee (he’s literally royalty, he’s paying for the damn coffee)

Makes him feel like you two are close and he may attempt to hold hands later if the vibe is right.

Constantly asks you out on coffee dates afterwards - loves spending time with you and loves how informal and relaxed it is

Will also remember your order and make sure that Barb knows how to make it for when you visit the Palace

But still prefers the actual act of going out to a coffee shop with you

If you bring him his coffee order when he’s working, however👀👀👀...blushing mess.

The fact that you went to get coffee for him...even though he knows that you know that Barb is perfectly capable of making him coffee...that you got coffee and thought of him...and bought a coffee for him...and brought it to him...the casual affection, the softness, the thoughtfulness. 😳😳😳 he’s destroyed. BLUSHING. He’s literally so touched. Gonna commit hand holding crimes. Will think about it all day. Will miss you 3x more than normal just because. May even end up doing some light ~pining~ 🥺🥺🥺

Barbatos

✨Tea✨

This is the Undisputed King of Tea

He knows every blend of tea that the shop offers and has the menu memorised.

Will also tell you about the different tea blends if you ask, describes how they taste, what they’re ingredients are, where they’re from, etc.

He’s very grateful if you remember his order, but if you then bring up some of the trivia he’s shared about that tea?? Blushing.

Very touched that you not only remembered his order but the things about it that interest him. The fact that you clearly paid attention when he was talking about tea.

Thinks of you as a very considerate person and will offer to share

He’ll also invite you over for tea a the palace more often now that you’ve shown an interest in Tea Trivia (even if that interest is only based in your interest in him)

Will also invite you to come with him when he needs to go to the market to restock the Palaces tea supplies and may even...h...hold ur hand...😳😳😳

Simeon

This is a chai latte man, don't come for me

Will test out how it tastes with different syrups, particularly likes either hazelnut or vanilla

Can also do his own latte art

When you order for him??? And have his order memorised????? He's delighted.

Its not uncommon for angels to remember each others orders, but he's touched nonetheless (yes that does mean he has your order memorised)

Will tell you that he's touched by your consideration

Just gives him the warm fuzzies and it also kinda reminds him of home

Offers to do latte art in your drink if he can

Would also be the kind of person to bring you coffee in class, and he'll do latte art on that so you can take off the lid and see a little foamy heart and the like ❤☕

Luke (platonic)

No coffee!!!! He's a child!!!!!!

You order him a puppychino hot chocolate

With whipped cream and cinnamon which is his preferred topping and a slice of cake

Hes definitely super happy about the fact you remembered how he likes his hot chocolate

Tells you that your so nice and should come back to the celestial realm with Simeon and him instead of staying down here with a bunch of no-good demons who don't deserve you 😤

Plus the celestial realm has the best hot chocolate!

You also let him have SMALL sips of your coffee but ONLY so he can scope out which beans to use in his next coffee and walnut cake!!!!!!!

Solomon

Probably has some awful sounding custom drink like a fruit tea with pumpkin spice syrup and milk in it 😣

Or a peach lemonade with a shot of espresso and marshmallows 🤢

So its super unique, but he's still surprised you remembers the specifics

Offers to let you try it

DON’T

Will take you out to get coffee together more often, partly to spend time with you and partly to horrify you with his drink choices

[yukidragon]

Our Life Sippet - A Special Guest

It’s that time again, time for another slice of my first draft fanfic novelization for Our Life: Beginnings & Always! This time it’s another section of the Step 1 prologue. Time for some more cute little eight-year-olds being cute and another XOXO Droplets cameo!

Thanks, as always, to the game’s creators @gb-patch for making the game and inspiring me. You’re awesome and so are your games!

...

Cove carefully set down the box he brought with him before sitting beside Jamie. He realized too late that he should have asked her for permission before moving her stuff like it belonged to him. He made a small, awkward sound, drawing her attention away from the door and back to him as he fumbled for what to say. “I brought the box of shells. I wanna keep looking at them.”

Jamie had already noticed Cove carrying her treasure box with him, but didn’t pay as much mind to the act as he did. “Great,” she said with a smile. “Bust it open. We can keep looking while we wait for Shiloh.”

Relieved, Cove smiled back at Jamie before opening the box. Despite being careful when carrying it, the loose contents had shifted during the move. A bright shimmering streak of orange peeking out of tissue caught his eye. Carefully, he unwrapped a large intact conch streaked in shades of dark and light orange. He marveled at the way the light hit its polished surface and transformed the vibrant orange hue to a different color as he held it up for a closer look. His eyes widened in wonder and a sound of amazement escaped him as he turned the shell this way and that, watching how the shell somehow magically had the power to change from one color from the next before returning to its natural orange shade.

Cove turned to Jamie as he presented the conch to her with stars in his eyes and a huge smile on his face. “I think this one is the best of them.”

“That’s my favorite too,” Jamie said proudly. “That’s why I cleaned it up real good. If you put it to your ear, you can hear the ocean.”

Cove hesitated a moment to make sure that was an offer for him to try it rather than a statement of fact before holding the shell over his ear. He heard the sound of ocean waves just as promised and his smile grew wider.

Jamie delightedly watched Cove admire her prized treasure, her expression growing thoughtful. He seemed so happy with it - the happiest she had ever seen him.

Earlier that day, her moms talked about how it would be a good idea to give the Cove and his dad a special gift to welcome them to the neighborhood. Perhaps just the right welcoming gift would make Cove feel just a little better about the move and being away from his mom, and he wouldn’t have to feel sad anymore.

Sure, it was a bit of a shame to give away her best seashell, but Jamie was confident she could find another one she liked even better eventually. The best part was finding the treasure after all.

Decided, Jamie nodded to herself. “You can keep it if you want.”

Cove froze. He had just been starting the process of re-wrapping the shell in tissue when Jamie made her unbelievable offer. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open in absolute shock. “Really?!”

Jamie smiled, tickled that she had surprised him with her gift. “Sure. You like it a lot, right?”

Cove stared at Jamie a moment more before he had to look away, unable to meet her earnest gaze. It was strange that she was so ready to just give away something so obviously amazing and special, especially after she had just told him it was her favorite of her treasures. It made him feel weird in ways that he couldn’t put into words.

“Uh huh,” Cove finally said quietly as he placed the shell back down in the box. “But… I don’t want to take it from you. It’s okay.”

Jamie saw his hesitation and discomfort clear as day on his face and regretted making the offer. She hadn’t meant to make Cove feel pressured to take it. Gifts were meant to make people happy to get them, not nervous.

Maybe Cove would feel better about accepting it another time when they got to know each other better. They were neighbors now after all.

“Okay,” Jamie said as she gave Cove a reassuring smile to show that she wasn’t upset that he refused her gift. “Wanna hear how I found it?”

Cove shyly smiled back at Jamie, grateful for the subject change and that he hadn’t hurt her feelings. “Uh huh.”

With that, Jamie launched into another colorful story, and the awkward moment was quickly forgotten.

The pair had been able to look through a couple more items in the collection before the doorbell finally rang. They both jumped at the sudden loud sound and turned to the front door at the same time.

Cove frowned a little before looking at Jamie. “Lizzie’s friend?”

Jamie nodded. Only people who knew where to look could find the doorbell, which included Shiloh.

The frown on Cove’s face grew into an uncomfortable grimace. Though he got to his feet after Jamie did, it was with great reluctance as he stared at the door in a mixture of trepidation and resentment.

Jamie looked from the door to Cove. Although she knew she should answer it and let Shiloh in, she was reluctant to do so after seeing his clear distress at the idea. Cove didn’t hide his emotions very well, which made him very easy for her to read. However, before she could ask if he was going to be okay, he spoke up first.

“This isn’t a good idea,” Cove said as he shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be okay,” Jamie said, trying her best to sound comforting. “All you gotta do is say hi. Besides, there’s nowhere to go. He’s at our only door, and if you go upstairs, he’ll find you.”

Despite the reassurance and reasonable argument, Cove was already looking around, his eyes wide and searching for some sort of exit strategy. Finally, he locked his gaze to the back of the house and the large windows looking out to the hills he hid in last night. “I can go out the window.”

Cove didn’t wait to hear Jamie’s opinion on the matter, already moving quickly towards the window.

Panic shot through Jamie at the idea of Cove climbing out the window. What if he fell and broke his other arm? Her mind raced for a way to stop him as she ran after him. “Wait! You don’t have to do that!”

Jamie managed to get in front of Cove, holding up her arms both in an appeasing gesture and to block his way. “Shiloh’s not scary, really! Every single bunny rabbit is scarier than Shiloh.”

Cove frowned, but he didn’t try to get around Jamie. That was something at least, she decided. “But I don’t want to see him,” he said stubbornly. “I don’t know him.”

Jamie gave Cove a sympathetic smile. “I know you’re worried, but you’re not gonna have to meet him by yourself,” she said softly. “If you have a hard time with him, I’ll tell him to leave. Is that okay?”

Cove considered the offer seriously as he looked into Jamie’s blue eyes. Even though they hadn’t even known each other for a full day yet, somehow he found comfort in having her support. Finally, he nodded, his shoulders slumping a bit as he gave in. “Okay.”

That was when Shiloh poked his head into the house, holding open the front door. His big, curious gray eyes quickly locked on the other two children. He focused on Jamie first, who stared back at him.

Jamie managed to return the cheerful smile Shiloh sent her way with a small one of her own, but she couldn’t help but worry about how he was feeling. She had no idea when he opened the door, or how much of the conversation he heard. He didn’t look upset, or any different than he usually did really, but it was hard for her to believe that he hadn’t overheard at least part of what they were talking about.

“Hi, Jamie!” Shiloh said with his typical cheer, which only faltered with a touch of uncertainty as his gaze shifted to Cove. “And hi, uh, Cove?”

Cove didn’t turn around right away, his uneasy gaze lingering on Jamie until she looked back at him and gave him a reassuring smile. Slumping his shoulders a bit and letting out a sound of acknowledgement, he forced himself to face the kid his dad wanted him to make friends with. “Hi.”

Just like that, Shiloh’s smile was back to its normal level of pleasantness. “I’m Shiloh! It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yeah,” Cove said with nowhere near the level of affability of Shiloh. He couldn’t exactly return the sentiment, since that would be lying.

Since there was no escaping this encounter, Cove took a moment to take a good look at the other boy. Shiloh was noticeably shorter than him, with fluffy brown hair hidden under a very large blue hat that matched his striped shirt and overalls. For some reason, Shiloh was blushing, though Cove couldn’t see why. Still, it wasn’t as interesting as the fact that Shiloh’s peachy skin was covered from head to toe in more freckles than Cove had ever seen on anyone before.

“You have a lot of freckles,” Cove said once he finished his assessment.

Shiloh didn’t seem to know what to make of that observation for a moment, but he nodded all the same. “Uh, right. I do,” he said. He didn’t give Cove a chance to make another remark before he moved the topic along. “What are you guys doing?”

“We’re looking at shells,” Cove said as his gaze drifted back to Jamie’s treasure box.

“Awesome,” Shiloh said in what Jamie knew to be the usual Shiloh fashion. “Can I do it too?”

Cove could only offer a shrug. It wasn’t his collection to show, and he couldn’t say he cared either way if Shiloh was interested.

“Sure,” Jamie said happily. She wasn’t about to complain about the interest in her treasures, even if she had a feeling Shiloh would probably get bored of it soon. “We can look at them some more in my room.”

As soon as the three children returned to Jamie’s bedroom and the box was opened back up, Cove had already spotted another shell that caught his eye. “What about that one…?”

Jamie was only all too eager to dive back into another amusing story of her adventures hunting for treasures as she showed off her collection. As far as she was concerned, the plan for the afternoon was to look at all her treasures. She wasn’t particularly in the mood to do something else, especially not when Cove seemed to be having just as much fun as she was.

It was great to see Cove genuinely enjoying himself despite how unhappy the move made him, and Shiloh… well, he was smiling and expressing himself in typical Shiloh fashion, so that meant he was having fun too, right? At least Jamie hoped he was. She could never really tell with Shiloh.

“What’s that one?” Shiloh asked.

Jamie followed Shiloh’s pointing finger to her prized conch. It must not have gotten wrapped back up in its protective tissues properly, and its glittery surface easily drew attention when the sunlight hit it. Still, she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to show it off, and she delicately removed the shell from the tissue before holding it up to the light so it could be seen better. “This one’s my favorite. I found it last year on a family picnic.”

“Cool,” Shiloh said. “I think that’s my favorite too.”

The exchange rubbed Cove the wrong way for some reason. He watched Jamie as she beamed at the praise, and he wondered if she would offer the shell to Shiloh like she did for him earlier. He didn’t like the idea, but he knew he couldn’t say anything to stop her if she decided to give the shell away to someone else.

“Thanks!” Jamie said before retelling the story of its discovery.

To Cove’s surprise, when Jamie was done talking, she carefully re-wrapped the conch before setting it back down in the box.

“Check this out,” Jamie said as she picked up a red and bubbly piece of sea glass. “It looks like a heart, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does,” Shiloh said. “That’s neat.”

Cove stared at Jamie as she launched into yet another story. It was interesting, like all the others she told, but he couldn’t help but be distracted by his confusion. When he said the conch was his favorite shell, she didn’t hesitate to try to give it to him. When Shiloh said the exact same thing, it was like the thought of giving the shell away never crossed her mind.

It was strange. Cove didn’t see why Jamie would try to give the shell to him and not Shiloh; she knew Shiloh a lot longer than him after all.

Still, Cove wasn’t about to complain, no matter how weird and fluttery he felt about it.