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across-violet-skies · 9 months ago

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Febuwhump day 7: suffering in silence

Whumpee: Time

Whump Rating: 5/10

TWs: blood & injury

Time was always the most insistent that nobody should hide an injury or illness. When it (inevitably) happened to one of their number, they were sent to be lectured by Time.

Which is precisely why none of them expected the Old Man to hide an injury. He was their strongest advocate against the practice, and he usually stuck to his morals.

To be fair, it wasn’t like he had gone into it intending to hide an injury. But they were out of potions and fairies, and Hyrule looked just about ready to pass out while he was working on Sky’s arm. Time’s injury wasn’t that bad– he would manage just fine the old-fashioned way until they could restock or Hyrule regained his magic.

So, tearing away from the group while they cleaned themselves up, Time pulled bandages out of his bag. He sat on a log, propping his leg up as his layers were peeled back. The injury itself looked fine… enough. All he could really do was empty his waterskin over the wound to clean it before wrapping it up.

It was a small wound, shallow too. Just a cut across the back of his calf, obtained while he was surrounded by Lizalfos. One of their tails had whipped around, but this one cut into his leg instead of tripping him. Time guessed they were sharper than they looked. And at the speed Lizalfos tails moved, he supposed one of them could slice through his calf.

The Old Man sighed, tying off the bandage over the injury. It would be covered normally, so as long as he could manage walking for hours at a time, it would be fine. He had years of experience pushing through injuries, so a little cut shouldn’t be an issue.

This line of thinking should’ve been the first warning sign. Especially with all the lectures he had given on this very subject. But Time was as much a holder of the Hero’s Spirit as any of the others, and that same stubbornness they had lived in him, too.

So he pushed through it.

The first hour or so of traveling was fine, almost normal. Nobody suspected a thing– why did it sound like he was trying to hide something big? It was only a small cut, nothing to worry about– and Time held idle conversation with the Captain as they walked.

“...I just think it’s weird, y’know? With Cia and everything, and all the pictures of me-” Warriors cut himself off, squinting at Time. “You alright, Old Man? You’ve been quieter than usual.”

“Hm?” Time raised a brow, humming. “No, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

The Captain elbowed him playfully. “Care to share?”

“Ah, well…” Time waved a hand dismissively. “Nothing of note.”

“Right. Well…” Warriors continued with his story, something Time would normally listen to. Today, though, he couldn’t find it in himself to bother. His head was in the clouds, metaphorically speaking, and not in a good way.

“-ime. Time!” Sky called, waving a hand in front of his face worriedly. “Are you okay? You seem ill!”

“Ah…” Time held a hand to his head, dazed. “I suppose I may be coming down with something.”

Sky frowned. “We should stop.” Then louder: “Everybody stop! We’ll make camp for tonight here!”

There was only a moment’s hesitation before everyone was getting to work setting up camp. Wind helped Twilight, who was carrying an exhausted Hyrule, to set up the bedrolls and get their healer situated for the night. Wild started a fire, and Four contained it to a small pit. Legend and Warriors bickered as they collected firewood, and Sky led Time over to the fire, sitting him down against a tree.

Sky placed a gentle hand against their eldest’s forehead, frowning. “You’ve got a fever,” he murmured, shaking his head. “How long have you been feeling unwell?”

“Not too long,” Time replied, shaking his head. “Only an hour or so after the battle.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No, of course n-” Time paused. He was hurt, wasn’t he? And falling ill so suddenly like this… well, it wasn’t good news. “...I am. But it was minor, and I cleaned and wrapped it.”

Sky pressed his lips into a thin line, sighing. “I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one,” he murmured, shaking his head. “Can I see?”

Silently, Time rolled back his pant leg to reveal the bandaged wound. Sky hummed to himself as he unwrapped it carefully, grimacing at the wild discoloration all around the injury.

Yeah, it wasn’t an ordinary wound, that’s for sure. What had previously been a small cut was now a large slice across the back of Time’s calf, oozing an inky blackish-purple substance.

Sky dropped the soiled bandages, shuffling backward. “...I’ll go get Wars.” The Skyloftian left quickly, leaving Time with the ominous injury. It gurgled and hissed, almost like a separate entity, and even more of the sludge bubbled out from his leg.

Sky and Warriors came running, getting down on their knees next to Time to better examine the wound. “What the hell did you do? What caused this?” The Captain questioned, feeling around the cut.

“Lizalfos tail,” Time explained, shaking his head.

“You mean from the battle this morning?” Warriors clarified, narrowing his eyes. Time nodded sheepishly. “For fuck’s sake, Old Man! You were the one person I trusted not to pull shit like this! I- ugh!” The Captain raised his arms in displeasure, grumbling as he cleaned out the wound. “You’re lucky we caught it. What happened to not hiding injuries?”

Time sighed, gesturing uselessly. “We didn’t have anything left, and Traveler…” he waved an arm in Hyrule’s general direction. “Everyone was stressed enough already; I didn’t want to add to it. I thought I could handle it on my own until we were able to restock.”

“Clearly not,” Warriors remarked, emptying a bottle of liquid on the wound. Before his eyes, the dark ooze was swept away, leaving a deep wound that bled red. “You-” He pointed at Time. “-owe me a bottle of Great Fairy-blessed water.”

The Old Man nodded. “I’ll be sure to repay you, Captain. Thank you.”

Warriors sighed deeply, wrapping up Time’s leg properly. “Of course. I just wish you had said something earlier, even if we were out of potions and fairies. We still have other healing supplies, and this whole thing likely could’ve been avoided if you hadn’t hidden it from us,” he commented, tying off the bandages. “I thought you were better than that, Old Man.”

Time’s brow furrowed. Ouch. Still, he knew Warriors was right, and he never should’ve hidden an injury in the first place. He should’ve known better– he did know better. This wasn’t an accident.

The Captain softened, exhaling. “Get some rest; heal up. The fever should break in the next few hours, and we can talk then. Sky and I will get you to the bedrolls.”

The three of them made their way to the bedrolls, and Sky and Warriors deposited Time onto his. The eldest Link adjusted himself until he was comfortable, sighing. “Thank you, Captain. And thank you as well, Sky. I apologize for hiding the injury.”

Sky shrugged, smiling gently, while Warriors simply nodded. “You’re welcome. Let’s not have a repeat of this.”

“Definitely not,” Time agreed, exhaling.

The Captain cracked a small smile, patting Time’s head once before standing. “Get some rest, Sprite.”

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plothooksinc · 2 years ago

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Writer ask game - 1, 3, 19?

1. what's the fic you're most proud of?

...some of these answers are gonna be super-samey LMAO. It's Underdark. The fic is 16 years old and I'm still getting daily kudos and comments on that monster. (AND ALSO FANART yes I'm still giddy). But.. okay honestly? I hate first person fics. Why the hell did I write one I don't know I sat down to write an introspective of two brothers trapped in a hole and something in my mind went fzkt. But it worked, and to this day I'm still so happy with the end result. (I mean, I can also see all the little rough gaps and spots that every author can probably see with their own stuff, but it still holds up regardless) A close second, though, would be Zaibatsu Project. Because I picked up a bunch of Meiji Era characters and reimagined them for a 2029 cyberpunk dystopia and still managed to keep them all in character, and I just really like the plot and all the different formatting I got to use in early stuff back when I was updating it on LJ. Like chat logs being hacked. I put a lot of worldbuilding and work into this which is why I will always go back to this. (Though I should probably get a move on at some point or we're gonna catch up to their "futuristic setting" in real time, LMFAO)

3. what fic are you emotionally attached to?

...all of them...? I honestly. Am attached to all of them. I put bits of me into them all, I can't not be. Maybe not Himura Kenshin's Day Off so much because that's literally just a crack file full of 4th wall breakages and self inserts and some of those have dated badly. It's the one fic I didn't bother transferring over to AO3 in full. So... every one but that one, I guess.

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

This is kind of difficult to answer as it's a weird question to ask. What is ideal, for me or for readers, changes on a regular basis. It's also a bit of a weird question along the lines of 'if you could change your name what would it be' - I mean I can change my name, there's no if. And any author can write their own ideal fic. But okay... ideal elements to look for in a fic-- I write ensemble fics for the most part, and so all characters having a part to play is very important to me. All of them being in character and remaining unbashed is important, no matter how much I might dislike them personally. (I do not dislike a lot of characters. The one I do remember disliking, I made myself like just by insisting on writing her well, lmao). It is very obvious I like doing horrible things to my characters, but I need to have plot reasons for all of it and they have to remain IC about it. Those are all just vague elements, but you put them all together in any kind of plot and that's my ideal story. One that includes everyone, is easy to see the canon voices in, and probably kneecaps at least one character with a whump hammer. /cough I'm not sure I can answer that any more succinctly. Sometimes I think my brain just goes ???? at questions that are probably easy for everyone else, rofl. (See: previous question where someone asked what my favourite colour scheme was and I could not answer for the life of me)

Thank you, ma'am!

Ask questions are here.

#@iwillkeepfighting #nekotsuki #ask meme

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siivn · 1 year ago

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as a silly habit, a little more than a year ago, I decided to start writing a dream log. you know, as one does.

mind, i only wrote down the dreams that my sleep-clouded memory could pierce together in a semblance of coherence, so I expected that i wouldn't be regularly updating this silly record. (keep also in mind that i don't usually have time to write on my phone, or anywhere really, as soon as I wake up, and by the time I can make some time during the day, I have long forgotten what my dream of the day was about)

at first, it went well.

I was excited to start recording my dreams. It was a way to familiarise myself with writing again, since I had hit a writer's block and picking up a pen or typing on my laptop only ever filled me with dread at the time. I figured jotting down a few sentences in the morning, without thinking about the grammar or the right words to use and without a pretence of making sense because dreams most of the time don't make sense, would have made the act of writing less daunting to me.

And so I started this little (foreshadowing) record of my dreams.

the first month was okay i guess. It's not like i dream every night, you know. and I don't remember all my dreams. So by the end of the first month I had written four entries. which was more than I expected, honestly.

then from september to the end of january, I wrote a whopping 1 entry. LOL

and it's not like I forgot about writing down my dreams. No. somehow, i didn't dream anything. (and even if I did, i wouldn't really know) it was like I had a blackout of dreams during those months idk

the last entry is from yesterday. which brings us to 6 dreams that I wrote down in the span of one year. not really an impressive number, but you know... It's something at least.

and since it has been a year, i figured that I would examine the little data that I collected, as I would always put a few tags for every entry, just for funzies of course, and here are the results.

i dreamt about:

getting chased by something/someone 4 times out of 6 (which is a lot)

someone trying to murder me 3 times out of 6 (fun ahah, and only once, someone's was chasing me,, which means,,)

6 out of 6, i was in some sort of danger, and that should tell you a lot about the moods of my dreams

but it really doesn't, since i tagged 2 dreams wholesome, 3 funny and only 1 bittersweet (my favorite one, btw)

4 times out of 6, my brain dreamt about someone who didn’t exist and it always was the same person (though, once he was my saviour, another he was my killer and two, he was just a random dude)

And once, I have been abducted by a fae, or something, creature with another dude (not the guy above tho) and they told us to decide who would be allowed to escape and i got yelled by dude's bigger brother (rude) bcs dude told me to escape first since he has some secret powers and would have been able to escape on his own but big bro didn't know that and thought that I selfishly abandoned his lil bro to his fate and that I was the worst person ever (I am very bitter about this dream, even after months, i hope it's not too obvious... 👉🏻👈🏻)

other tags that I used are, as follow, 1. survinging (written like this, bcs you know, I was half asleep - and that is roughly how are written all the dreams lol), 2. fighting and 3. falling

did it help with my writer's block? I don't think it did, but it's true that I am more excited about writing than I was last year, though maybe not because of this little project I started and kept up sporadically

am I going to continue writing my dreams? I mean, I really would like to... but you know how this year went, and it's possible that this trend of mine will continue, so who knows?

all in all, I would recommend everyone to try keeping a dream log, if only to read again in moments of boredom and wonder, what's wrong with my brain??

#rants n rambles #dream log #writers block #dreams #memories #ven

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kujakumai · 3 years ago

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Reconstruction Yugi Muto & Yami Yugi | Atem, Yugi Muto & Seto Kaiba, post-Dark Side of Dimensions 1,215 words, complete

Yugi tests out the beta for Kaiba's new Duel Links project, and finds something he didn't expect.

Little piece I wrote a while back while playing so much duel links I got obsessed with the lore and never posted here. Someone has to tell Yugi about the fake Atem AI sometime, okay. Like he’s going to find out.

"You want to...scan my brain?" Yugi asked, unsure he was hearing all this right. He was standing in—well, no, the real Yugi wasn't standing anywhere. He was in a rather quiet room wearing one of Kaiba's virtual reality headsets, looking very silly and vaguely reminiscent of an egg. Where Yugi thought and felt he was, though, was standing next to Seto Kaiba in front of the fountain at a breezy, empty, pleasant public park, one that was slightly more clean and pleasant than any real-life park in a way that made it a little eerie.

"Yes." Seto Kaiba looked so different these days and yet exactly the same, or maybe Yugi had just gotten taller, and wasn't used to seeing him from a better angle. "Not a full copy. That would be time-consuming and unnecessary. Just enough of your brainwaves to produce an adequate simulation. It would only take a few hours." He looked to the side, distracted by something Yugi couldn't see, overlays with simulation data Yugi wasn't privy to. "If you don't want to, I can construct one based off of my memories of you, but a real scan would be more accurate." He smiled then, a tiny smirk. "I would hate to undersell your abilities, if you're afraid I would remember them wrong."

Yugi watched a tiny virtual bird perched on a streetlight and thoughtfully took apart every part of that statement. That Kaiba apparently already possessed the capability to make a "full copy," whatever that was. And the last part, which seemed to flippantly imply that some version of Yugi Muto would be in Duel Links whether he consented or not, and that Kaiba's request wasn't for the sake of getting permission but ensuring the fidelity of his tech as a selling point.

"So people would log on and duel a fake me?"

"It's a feature I'm planning for the full release." Kaiba made a gesture, which must have either been for Yugi’s benefit or Kaiba’s dramatics because it was clear that Kaiba could do whatever he wanted here with thought alone, no manual controls required. Yugi did not have much time to wonder which it was because he startled and nearly fell back into the fountain when the previously quiet park was instantly filled by a roar of chatter, so abrupt it nearly made his ears pop. Empty just a second ago, the park was now crowded with people, some familiar and some not, talking and eating and sitting on benches and doing everything else people do, remarkably lifelike.

"A number of notable duelists have already been added. Everyone wants the opportunity to duel greats like us." Kaiba continued. "And the difficulty is adjustable. For the kids."

Yugi scanned the park. There was Mai Kujaku, with her too-wide smile and makeup that would never smudge, and there was Haga, the former national champ bickering with his runner-up. A second, near-identical Seto Kaiba stood not very far from the real one, and ever more. "Is that Pegasus?"

"It's a reconstruction." he said, answering the unspoken question with no, I did not dig up a dead man to scan his brain, which one hopes would be obvious but this is Seto Kaiba we're talking about, who had already sort of tried to do that once. "Is that a yes, to the simulation, or no? I don't have all day."

Yugi put aside the myriad questions that were raised by creating a computer copy of soul-stealing kidnapper who had only been dead for a year in order to allow small children to play card games with him for fun. "I guess I don't mind, for the kids." he said, looking out at carefully-modeled green space. "Sounds like fun—" Yugi's words died in his throat the instant his eyes fell on the person standing across the pathway.

Yugi did not have any words, his mouth dried up and his head filled with static. He was frozen solid, staring at someone who looked so much like him and yet not quite, standing tall with a uniform cast across his shoulders. He was talking to someone, someone Yugi didn't know, offering encouragement with an easy, confident smile. Yugi couldn't hear what they were saying but he saw him cross his arms proudly and laugh, and it didn't matter how far away he was standing because Yugi knew exactly what that laugh would sound like.

"...Kaiba." he finally managed, and there was a crack in his voice he had to fight off that he didn't expect. "What is that?"

Kaiba followed Yugi's eyeline and saw what it was Yugi was looking at, and frowned, giving it only a sideways glance. "Another reconstruction."

"Of him?" Yugi's eyes had not moved. "You didn't tell me."

Kaiba paused, and while he was pretending not to his eyes were also now locked on their old friend. "I don't need your permission. You're not him." he said, with the faintest of hard edges. He added, "He wouldn't mind."

Yugi thought about this for only a second before immediately concluding that Kaiba was right, and Atem would find the idea of a computer copy of himself funny. That he would lightly tease Kaiba for creating it ("Hah! Did you really miss me that much, Kaiba?") or make a joke about it being handsome, and then ask if he could duel himself for the hell of it, and tackle with great enthusiasm the challenge of trying to outsmart his own deck. No, Atem would not mind. There were a lot of things that Atem would do and say if he were still around, and thinking about them was creating a heavy knot in his throat but Atem was standing right there, laughing and smiling, and Yugi was smiling too, and he was still staring across the park and doing it so intently that when Kaiba asked him a question he didn't even hear it.

"Huh?"

"I said," distracted again, glancing off to the side at more things Yugi couldn't see. "I have to go to a meeting. Mokuba says something came up."

"Oh."

Kaiba’s face twitched, ever so slightly, about to say something and thinking better of it. “The test server is always up.” he said, instead, opting for a neutral statement of fact. “Feel free to duel whoever you want.”

Yugi finally snapped his head towards Kaiba. "I can...?"

Kaiba was typing something on floating keyboard, pretend-dismissive. "I need more data from high level duelists. Amateurs don't test it well." A partial truth or a kind excuse? Both, probably. "I have to go.” The keyboard faded the moment he stopped touching it, and he looked at Yugi again. “Let me know," he added, "about the brain scan."

"Right."

And in a blink Seto Kaiba was gone, without so much as a puff of smoke or fade-out animation, a meeting cut razor short, leaving Yugi standing in front of the fountain with only a light breeze, the sound of running water, and the vacant chatter of virtual recreations of people who weren't there.

And Yugi Muto, the only human in a park full of people, crowded on all sides and yet stunningly alone, stopped holding back tears and bolted down the sidewalk towards someone faster than he'd ever ran in his life.

#hashtag content

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graywritesoccasionally42 · 2 years ago

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My very first mechanisms fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40981737

Found Family! Soft, protective Jonny! Newly mechanized Ivy! Hurt/comfort! Stealing Ashes’ stuff! All this and more for the low low price of pls read my fic.

Full fic under cut:

Logically, Ivy knew that this wasn’t the end of the world. Firstly, she was on the Aurora, her home for the last month or so, so there wasn’t a world to be ending. Secondly, she’d survived the end of her world, at least that’s what Carmilla had told her when she woke up with no memories and a computer for a brain. And Thirdly, millions of species across the galaxies experience menstruation, and in the grand scheme of things some abdominal cramping and a bit of blood were inconsequential, infinitesimal.

But despite the whole computer-for-brains-logicality, Ivy was kind of panicking. Logic dictated that she must have had periods before, as she was an adult biological female of her species, but she had no waking memories of her life before her mechanism. Only unremembered flashes in her dreams. Her data logs revealed that, though she wasn’t the only woman on the ship, no one else on the Aurora experienced periods. Making her the odd one out yet again.

She knew that she needed to move, to take care of the blood slowly seeping into her bedsheets, but the blind panic kept tightening her chest, making it hard to listen to the logical analog running through her head. Her breaths quickened and stuttered, and a tiny part of her algorithms wondered why Carmilla had programmed her head to allow such reactions. Another part of her was glad she was still human enough for it.

A loud banging on her door frightened her out of her spiral. From the intensity it sounded like Jonny, which puzzled Ivy. Jonny had been pretty much avoiding her, though the ship was huge so there was a 38% chance that their paths just hadn’t crossed in the short time she’d been with him. Though when they did meet for the weekly “Family Dinners” Carmilla insisted on, he insisted on calling her the “Baby Immortal”. She was still jumpy around the wanton violence that filled the ship, especially between Jonny and Ashes (Nastya told her that Jonny felt threatened by Ashes, as technically the role of Quartermaster outranks him, and that Ashes keeps picking in an attempt to establish dominance, but the data is inconclusive).

“Don’t come in.” Ivy’s voice is flat, almost monotone, as is her default in stress. It took more energy and brainpower to show the emotions she felt, and she couldn’t help but wonder if that was how she was before, or if it was a quirk of her new brain. The knocking stopped, and was quickly replaced by Jonny’s voice.

“Hey, Aurora sent me to check on ya, I dunno why she didn’t sent fuckin’ Nastya or some shit, but she did seem kinda worried? So I guess I just wanna make sure you’re…okay? Well as ok as you can be.” Jonny’s voice had an unfamiliar tone that Ivy’s brain cataloged as…worried perhaps? Annoyed, but softer?

“I…” Ivy didn’t know how to respond. She curled up tighter, feeling miserable. “I guess you can come in.” Jonny was more used to blood than she was, maybe it wouldn’t bother him.

The door opened with a quiet whoosh. “Ok, Baby Immortal, what’s…wrong…?” Jonny trailed off as he got closer, and Ivy buried her face in her pillow. “Oh.” Ivy felt the bed dip a bit, Jonny must’ve sat down. “Hey, It’s ok, this shit’s natural…at least, for a lot of species it is…though I guess if it’s not natural for you then we might have a fucking problem--”

“No…” Ivy cut him off. “It’s natural, and I know it is but I just…” She took a shaky breath. “I wasn’t expecting it, and it hurts and I’m uncomfortable, and I don’t know what to do.”

She also wasn’t expecting the explosive first mate to gently touch her arm, and she flinched a little at the unexpected sensation. The weight immediately lifted, and Ivy shifted so she could see Jonny’s face. He didn’t seem as…feral as he usually did, not as sharp.

“Well, I think you should get cleaned up, I can go see if we have anything for the pain and for…y’know…the blood. I’d suggest a hot shower, and we’ll figure this out. ‘Kay?”

Ivy felt like her limbs were made of lead, but she nodded. She moved towards her en suite bathroom (a necessity on the Aurora. I mean, can you imagine a crew of immortal space pirates having to share a bathroom? More like a Bloodbath room.) Everything ached as she shrugged off her shorts and tank top, but the hot water did wonders and she stayed under the spray for way too long.

But all good things have to end apparently. She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel she was 97.03% sure hadn’t been there before, and noted that her bloody shorts weren’t where she left them. Had she really been so out of it that Jonny had snuck into her bathroom without her noticing? Walking into her bedroom confirmed her suspicions: Her bed had been stripped and the sheets replaced. There was a box of tampons and some sparacetamol (space paracetamol) on her bed with a note.

cum down to my korters courter qarte room when your ready or dont i dont care but i do have a heating pad and choclat -- JDV

Spelling and grammar errors aside, Ivy found herself touched by the offer. She took care of herself and got dressed in a sports bra and some baggy sweats she stole from Ashes, popping some of the painkillers dry and scooping up one of her books as she headed down to Jonny’s quarters. She reached into her pocket and found a knife and one of Ashes’ lighters. At least she had a weapon if this turned out to be a trap, though there was really only an 18.09% chance of that.

She’d never been to Jonny’s room before, though it largely looked the way she’d imagined: clothes and belts strewed about, mysterious stains and dents in the walls, more weaponry than there was in the armoury. But the bed was made, not super neatly but obviously done, with a weighted blanket, heating pads, and lots of pillows laid out. Jonny was in the center of the room kicking piles of clutter into his closet, but he stopped when Ivy knocked on the open doorframe.

“Ah, feeling any better?”

Ivy nodded. “I’m feeling 12.78% better than I did before.”

Jonny nodded sagely. “Well let’s see if we can boost that any higher.” He led her to the bed and helped her arrange all her limbs into a comfortable position: back propped up with pillows, heating pads for both her back and her stomach, as well as a cooler with ice packs if she overheated, blankets for if she got chilly, and some expensive looking chocolate. When the note said chocolate, she was expecting a sphershey’s bar or something similar. Jonny caught her looking and gave her a sharp-toothed grin.

“Nicked these from Ashes’ stash while they were busy doing inventory. New the fucker was holding out on me.”

He walked over to his desk, kicking things out of the way as he did so. Ivy catalogued another new expression as he turned back to face her, this time…sheepish? In his hands was a small stack of paperback novels, a little tattered around the edges but clearly loved and cared for.

“I know you like reading, though these are just shitty dime novels, but I kind of liked them so I thought you might wanna, fuck I dunno, read ‘em?” Jonny was refusing to make eye contact with her as he began to ramble. “You don’t have to, they’re prolly not as good as whatever you brought for yerself but…”

“Why are you doing this?” That came out way blunter than Ivy meant it, cutting through Jonny’s downward spiral. “I mean…All these nice things, like washing my clothes and sheets and stealing from Ashes and finding me tampons and giving me your heating pads and books I…” Ivy took a breath. “You don’t even like me. So I can’t figure out why Aurora sent you to take care of me, or you’re being so nice.”

“I…” Jonny looked visibly uncomfortable at the prospect of talking about feelings, but he squared his shoulders. “I do like you, Baby Immortal. I know I’m the fucking worst at showing it, but you’re part of the dysfunctional immortal family now. I’ve been avoiding you cause I’m angry Carmilla mechanized you, that you didn’t have a choice in the matter and that you don’t remember who you were, but I’m not mad at you. And Aurora sent me ‘cause I’m the only one in this godforsaken crew that knows what you’re going through.”

Ivy blinked. “My data banks say that no one else in the crew experiences periods.”

“Yeah, well I don’t anymore,” Jonny bit out. “The doc fixed that when she took my heart out. Hysterectomy, Double Mastectomy, and Open Heart Surgery at the same time. To be fair, I was dead at the time so it wasn’t a strain on me, and my mechanism sped up my recovery time crazy fast. It’s one of the only redeeming things about the whole clusterfuck: I have to live forever, but at least I can do it in the body I wanted.” His words took on a bitter tone, and his face turned red as he realized how much he’d said. “Sorry, didn’t mean to ramble…”

Ivy recalled that Jonny had traveled with Carmilla for about a year before being mechanized, which made the box of tampons and heating pad make much more sense. She gave Jonny a small smile. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

Jonny shrugged. “That’s what I’m here for. Now, I’ll get out of your bright red hair and--”

“Wait, you’re not staying?” Ivy blurted out. Jonny looked back at her with wide eyes.

“I mean, I figured you’d want some time to yourself and I’m not the nicest to be around so I thought I’d fuck off for a bit to give you some space?” He looked a bit unsure.

“Will…” Ivy didn’t want him to go. “Will you stay?” Though it was Jonny’s room, so maybe she should go?

Jonny froze for a moment, like a blue-screening computer, and Ivy could swear she heard the windows startup noises as he rebooted. But before she could panic again, the first mate shrugged, a bit too forcefully to be natural, and climbed into the bed next to her. She snuggled into his side and opened one of his dime novels, one with a cyborg cowboy on the cover. And they spent the next few hours curled up together, Ivy reading aloud and Jonny playing the part of a combination weighted blanket/heating pad.

And it didn’t feel like the end of the world anymore.

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michaelmilligan · 2 years ago

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Mirror, mirror

The last day of Midamoul week already??? @midamoulweek it has been an honour.

Prompt: 'storytelling'

(Note: Read about Ghoul's pronouns here)

“Once upon a time, there was an angel,” Michael started, the face of his projection serious and slightly shadowed by the campfire.

“Let me guess: His name was dickface, and he was the leader of all the other dickfaces,” Ghoul interrupted, getting a glare.

“Once upon a time,” Michael repeated, a little more sharply, “there was an angel. And their name was Israfil.”

Adam smiled, and Michael glanced at him, asking without words if he would interrupt, too. But even though Adam knew that Israfil was just another one of Raphael's names, he just nodded at Michael to continue.

Ghoul looked interested, now that it was clear that Michael wasn't talking about himself. (Though Ghoul probably didn't know it, all of Michael's alternate names sounded very similar, so everyone would have known who he was talking about. Come to think of it, Ghoul probably didn't even know that angels had been called by different names over the centuries.)

“Israfil was a very powerful angel, and a steadfast one at that,” Michael kept talking, again looking very serious. The fire crackling between them seemed to be the only sound in the night, the whole forest seeming hushed. As if even the animals were listening to Michael's story.

“They were dutiful, and meticulous in their work, but also naturally curious. Not as much as some other angels, for whom it was a short-coming. Israfil was an explorer of sorts, but never at the expense of others or themself. Their main interest was life in all of its forms – plants, and animals, big or small.” Michael's eyes flicked to Adam. “Nowadays, you might call it an interest in biology.”

Ghoul looked between them suspiciously. “Is this about Adam? Are you telling a story about a fake angel who's like Adam?”

“How dare you accuse me of lying,” Michael said, without any heat behind it. “This angel really existed. Still exists, in fact.”

“U-huh,” Ghoul made, unconvinced. “Go on.”

“This angel made many discoveries, and soon became a proficient healer of all beings ali-”

“Okay, now I know you're talking about Adam!” Ghoul interrupted again. “It's called being a doctor, dumbass!”

“This was an angel, and no, they were not a doctor. Adam is only studying human medicine. Would he be able to heal a horse? Or a raccoon?” Michael gestured towards the tree line and as if on cue, a raccoon poked its head out of a bush. Three smaller heads followed, all looking incredibly curious. “This angel knows how to heal dinosaurs and all their descendants, some of which you've never even heard of because they've also meanwhile gone extinct.”

“Hm”, Ghoul made, obviously still suspicious. But they didn't stop Michael when he continued.

“This angel was very smart, but also reserved. When others spent their time training together, they withdrew to their studies.” Michael paused. “When bad things happened, they stayed quiet, and watched. This is not to mean that they never took action. In fact, in time of great duress, when everyone else floundered, they would take the metaphorical wheel and try to stir the whole affair into the clear.”

“I feel like you're not using those expressions right,” Ghoul muttered, but his eyes were still alight with interest.

One of the raccoons, the biggest one, carefully made its way over to where they were sitting on the logs around the fire. Curiously, it sniffed the back of Michael's log, only to then scurry on towards Ghoul.

“Even though the angel was very smart and considerably powerful, for a long time they stood in the shadow of their older siblings. But one time, there was a mission...” Michael continued, staring into the fire thoughtfully. “Their older siblings failed the mission, got hurt or worse, and Israfil needed to take charge of the situation.”

“Did they succeed?” Ghoul asked immediately.

Michael smiled sadly. “No. They failed as well, and an evil angel, drunk on power, took the reigns for a while... It wasn't long before they were overtaken by their own power, though.”

Lately, Michael had been learning a lot about the happenings of the last few years from the other angels. His visits to Heaven were still pretty sporadic, and he had no inclination to change that, but he was getting onto good footing with them again – or, in a lot of cases, for the first time.

“Cool, so the hero dies and then the villain dies. Great story.” Ghoul rolled their eyes. “You were supposed to tell a horror story, you know. That's not scary at all.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “You should be scared. After all, this was a story about the apocalypse.”

Ghoul narrowed his eyes. “Well, Sweetums, it still wasn't creepy.”

After a moment of tension, Michael eventually shrugged. “Maybe you're right. My father was never the best writer, after all.”

Adam and Ghoul both blinked at him, then glanced at each other.

“So I guess you finished the Carver Edlund books, huh?” Adam asked tentatively.

Michael shuddered. “Don't remind me. That is true horror – the writing style alone!”

“Still a better love story than Twilight,” Ghoul said lightly, and opened his backpack to grab themself a few fingers to snack on.

Michael looked at them as they chewed. “Let's not exaggerate.”

Meanwhile, the raccoon had gotten into Ghoul's backpack and was carrying off a forearm.

“Ah, damn.” Ghoul didn't seem too bothered – they had enough food with them, and Michael could always pop them somewhere to get more.

Besides, there was always the option to snack on Adam. Sure, they had to be careful so that Ghoul didn't get grace poisoning (again), since apparently Adam's blood was full of archangel juice even when Michael wasn't fronting. But they knew how to deal with that by now.

“I suppose you found your equals,” Michael said, his eyes trailing the raccoon as it brought its prize back to its young. “Or rather your superiors. But then that's not very difficult.”

“Haha,” Ghoul made, and pouted.

“At least it gets to feed its kids,” Adam pointed out, which made Ghoul perk up a bit. “Hey, can I go next?”

When both Ghoul and Michael nodded, Adam sat up straighter, squinting into the fire while he collected his thoughts.

“Okay. So this is a story about a mighty warrior and how he slowly succumbed to the darkness. His name” - Adam paused dramatically - “was Michael Corleone.”

Michael raised an eyebrow, and Ghoul glanced at him. “Okay, Adam, now the parallels are getting a little too obvious...”

#*Dean voice* They're on a camping trip and they haven't been home in a few days #Midamoulweek #Midamoul #Quick writing

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chrisevansszn · 4 years ago

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Valleys and Mountains Pt 4 🏔

18 & older only

1.3k words

You made your way into the shower. 10 minutes later Chris still hadn’t come into the shower. You didn’t think much of it. You finish showering, dry off, and throw on your robe. You walk out of the bathroom and Chris is standing there and he is not happy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Who the fuck is Jason and why is he calling your phone back-to-back to back at this hour?”

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!

You absolutely froze. Ok, Y/N think quick!

“Jason and I work together. We are working on a project.”

Chris darted his eyes at you.

“So, you’re telling me this project is so fucking important that I phone call was imperative at 11 o clock at night. Six times in a row.”

“I guess so.”

“Cut the bullshit Y/N! I answered and he hung up in my fucking face.”

“Chris, what do you want me to say?”

He stepped close to you.

“Who is he?”

“A coworker.”

He knew you were lying. You’ve never mentioned a “Jason”…ever. Chris rolled his eyes.

“Call him back then.”

You gave Chris a side look.

“Excuse me?”

“Call him back.”

“You can go to hell Christopher. Who do you think you are?”

“Your damn husband!”

“Barely!”

Oh man that slipped.

“Barely huh?”

“I don’t understand where this is coming from. I wasn’t the one that cheated.”

“I am trying to correct my mistakes, and you know that.”

It got quiet for a few seconds.

“Are you going to call your coworker back?”

“No.”

Chris nodded his head and backed up. He grabbed some night clothes and left the room.

Shit that was a close call. You grabbed your phone and texted Jason you will call him tomorrow. Off to bed to try to get some sleep, but you didn’t sleep much that night. Did you even want to work this out with Chris?

The next couple of days were smooth, very little conversation. Chris didn’t mention Jason again probably because he didn’t have much proof. You opted to make breakfast one day before work, Chris declined. He said he needed to get to the office. You then suggested dinner again, once again he declined. Okay…this is getting weird. You asked if he wanted to go for a walk one day, just to get out of the house, Chris said no.

Now how in the hell did you become the one putting in all the effort?! Something felt off…really off.

You went about your days. Chris seemed to be working more and more again. You relied on Jason for companionship and sex. Jason knew the deal but caught you off guard one day while talking on the phone.

“So, what is happening with your marriage?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you perusing a divorce orrrr???

“Um, to be honest. I don’t know. This feels like a roommate situation at this point.”

“Leave him then….and be with me.”

HOLD UP!! You sat quietly, this wasn’t the plan, never been.

“Jason, I don’t think that is the plan for us.”

“I know, but I feel like we’ve grown and get along so well. The sex is AMAZING.”

Oh God, he caught feelings. NOOOOOOOO!!

“I can’t Jason. I’m sorry.”

“Mhm.okay Y/N. Well, I’ll be in contact when I want some pussy.”

*click*

Damn, he hung up in your face. It was almost 10PM and Chris still hasn’t made it home. Something told you to check the phone bill. You opened up your MacBook and logged in. Of course, you don’t know numbers, but it’s one that looks familiar and keeps popping up.

You type the number in your phone, its fucking Cree! They are communicating again. You can feel the steam coming from your head. The fucking nerve of this asshole! He called her just yesterday and it was a 40-minute conversation. What the fuck!

You contemplate how you want to address this: call Cree see ONCE AGAIN why she is contacting your husband or confront Chris when he walks through the door?

#2 it is!

You felt tears filling up in your eyes. It’s time to end your marriage. You heard Chris pull up in the driveway, you wiped your face. He walked in gave a side smile. He had food in his hands.

“Hey”

“Hey”, you replied back.

“I got some food. I worked late tonight.”

He’s lying. You can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“You have a big project or something?”

“Yeah, me and a few guys stayed back to get ahead.”

“Oh nice.”

“Yeah. You catching up on some emails?”

You shook your head.

“No, just looking at the phone bill and noticed you’ve been communicating with Cree again. Mostly you calling her and probably texting too.”

Oh, you went there…immediately.

Chris made eye contact with you.

“Is that where you’ve been tonight?”

Crickets.

“Looking at this bill it’s you who is reaching out to her not the other way around.”

Crickets.

His silence is about to piss you off even more.

“You have nothing to say?”

He looked up at you.

“I do. You think you’re the only person with detective skills. I also looked at the phone bill right after your phone went off and Jason was calling. Something wasn’t adding up. Found this number you’ve been calling and texting and put it in my cash app, his named popped right on up. So, I called him. He told me you guys were just friends. He’s lying and I know it. How many times have you fucked him?”

Your stomach dropped to your ass, but you couldn’t show it.

“You did what?” You stood up out of your chair.

Chris walked around to you and you both were standing a couple of feet apart.

“I called your little fuck buddy. What are you doing Y/N? Getting even?”

“I wish I was getting even. It’s not even like that with Jason. I am better than stepping outside of my marriage even when my no good as husband still is!”

Chris steps to you and gets in your face.

“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME! AT LEAST I TOLD YOU THE TRUTH.”

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME SHIT! THAT BITCH CALLED ME.”

You went across Chris’ face with your hand.

He grabbed you by both shoulders and pushed you into a wall.

“Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me again.” He let go of you.

“I want a fucking divorce!!”

“I’m not giving you shit.”

“Why??? So, you can have your cake and eat it too? Who do you think you are??”

“I want my fucking marriage and wife back. Is that so hard? Yes, I’ve been talking to Cree but its because you’ve been ignoring me.”

“You narcissistic fucker you!”

He shakes his head.

“You know what! Your right! I have been fucking Jason to get back at you. You don’t deserve me!”

What the fuck are you thinking!

Chris swings in your direction but punches a hole through the wall. You are completely frozen in fear. He steps back and looks at his hand. There is blood coming from his knuckles. He grabs a kitchen towel, runs the kitchen sink to wet it and wraps it around his hand. He walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs without making a sound or eye contact with you.

You bent over finally catching your breath as tears run down your face.

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writernomore · 4 years ago

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The Blood Ball

Please do not publish my work/ content to different websites and platforms, I only post my work here on tumblr and wattpad.

A/n: This wasn't Proofread because I had been tired and just wrapped this out after writing it on word, also to inform you guys that reader would use he/they pronouns.

Male!Reader

It was pretty much a normal day for you on the Dream smp, you had some minimal chores to do around your base before having to go do other stuff collecting resources for a big project you had been working on, it was a little party, you wanted to celebrate stuff with old friends and new ones where everyone can get along.

Adjusting your armor and such checking your bookbag which you filled with things that were certainly not books inside it if it was closed securely so that none of your things fall out.

Grabbing your axe you walk to your table to grab a list full of materials you needed to gather, you already did your farming and fed your animals and pets so you were okay and set for the day to go gathering materials for the party you were planning .

Going to the door you turn the knob and open it, raising an arm to shield your eyes from the sun, you were going to step forward when a letter was on your doormat, glancing around you don't find anyone.

He picked up the letter and examined it from the front of the letter and to the back of it, the back had his name written in cursive and there was a red wax seal on the letter.

Opening it they were greeted with an invitation, to a banquet.

Dear Y/n ,

We are here to inform you that you have been cordially invited to the Red Banquet.

We hope to see you there along with our other friends!

P.s. Please dress in red attire.

Your friend,

Badboyhalo

He put back the invitation inside the envelope and had pocketed it inside their book bag, and took note to look at their formal clothing later after gathering materials.

Y/n hadn't been hanging out with Bad lately or his friends from the Eggpire because he was suspicious of their actions, they avoided Bad because of Bad constantly trying to persuade and convince him to visit the egg.

They agreed back then but the following had happened wasn't very pleasant, they trapped him inside the egg and told him about how the egg wanted him on their side and how it already had a hold on him, He was trapped there for 14 hours breathing heavily and feeling the pressure of the walls moving and closing in on him.

Sam saved him after he found out Y/n was trapped inside the egg, Y/n was clinging on to Sam for dear life as if they let go of him the egg would get them again Puffy brought Y/n home while Sam had to confront Bad and the others about it.

Y/n now hated the sight of the egg or anything that included it.

He shivered at the memory and just went to close his door and went to gather some wood because they were running out on birch logs.

They also had to go mining for some more stone, and finally find a place to build where he would hold the party.

He would have to also go to the cow farm and gather plenty of milk to make cakes.

Taking out a note book he wrote down what he needed and how many of it he would have to get.

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Putting down their bag on their table they went to their chest they had placed specifically for the materials for the party.

They also had gathered a bunch f sugar cane to make paper since they ran out of paper back then to make more books to write in, they always wrote a lot during free time and they had already filled about three books so it was about time they restocked on materials.

Taking the sugar cane they went to the crafting table and turn them into paper for the invitations they will send soon, it was nice that he was invited to the Red Banquet he needed a break from all the constant material gathering they did whether it was when someone asked him a favor or it was that he needed to let out some steam by focusing his tension on his pickaxe or axe trying to tire himself out.

Wiping sweat from his forehead he finished crafting the sugar cane into paper, placing the stack of paper on the crafting table he went to the straps of his armor and went to place it on his armor stand, he took note that he needed to start mending his armor since it was starting to be worn down.

Walking back to the crafting table he took the papers and placed them in his bag from his kitchen table, going to the cupboards he retrieved a glass and field it with water and took some potatoes out from a chest he placed them in the furnace and while waiting he went to his chest room to check on his materials seeing if anything needed of restocking.

Grabbing some wheat he went back to the kitchen placed down the wheat on the table and went to retrieve his potatoes and munched on them and drank another glass of water before taking the wheat and go outside to feed his animals before going to retreat for the night.

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-*Day of the Banquet *-

Opening his eyes he groaned bringing a hand to run through his hair, standing up he went to fix his bed and go out to the kitchen to prepare something to eat then he had feed his animals so they wouldn't starve for the day while he was gone.

Going to one of his chests he took 2 eggs 3 pieces of bacon and took out some bread, going to the kitchen with food in-hand he took out a pan from his cupboard he placed it on top of the stove and started it, he cracked the eggs and put them on the pan hearing the sizzle of the eggs he placed the bacon along with the eggs, going back to the kitchen cupboard he took out a plate, glass and fork and placing them on the kitchen table.

Pouring himself some juice in his glass he took a bite out of his bread, taking the eggs and bacon out of the pan and placing them on his plate he placed the pan inside the sink.

Stabbing the eggs and bacon with his fork he brought them to his mouth and chewed his food while looking out of his kitchen window.

Finishing he also went to place the dish in the sink and took a sponge from it's container and went to turn on the sink to wash his dishes because he didn't like leaving his dirty dishes around because he was living alone, but sometimes the minors would come and trash his place after eating snacks and telling stories, long story short the minors saw him as of a big brother figure because he helps them alot especially when they get in trouble with the adults in the smp.

Kids would be kids you know? Someone has to look out for them.

Chuckling he finished up cleaning his dishes and went to grab a cloth to dry the dishes and place them down on a dish rack and wipe his wet hands with the kitchen towel.

Going outside the kitchen he went inside his chest room to grab some wheat for his sheep, yeah I guess I haven’t mentioned he loves caring for sheep did I? well now you get to know what animals he took care of all this time, he cared for all of his sheep like they were his children, like how Ghostbur had an attachment to Friend, why he chose to care for a bunch of sheep? He just thinks they were cute.

Opening the gate, he was greeted with the sheep going to him hoping for head rubs, he pets the soft fur of the sheep he made his way to place the wheat on the feeder as soon he finished placing it the sheep went eat the wheat, opening the gate he grabbed a bucket and filled it with water to pour water in the water feeder.

Closing the gate, he went outside the barn and went inside his house to freshen up, going to the bathroom he took his toothbrush and toothpaste and began to brush his teeth, his face had some scars from previous wars in the smp, Y/n was pretty involved with the war he always sided with the minors he made a promise to protect them and not let anything bad happened to them, not after the…accident, shaking his head he spits out the toothpaste.

The whole incident with Tommy being trapped in the prison and being killed by Dream made Y/n much more overprotective towards the younger smp members, he knows they can protect themselves but it’s just a constant battle with his instincts of making sure they were safe and weren’t harmed.

Gathering water with his hands he splashed it in his face and grabbed a towel to dry his face with.

After he went to take off the shirt he wore to bed and went to his bedroom and grab a black button up shirt to wear underneath his red suit, buttoning up he too off his night shorts and grabbed his pants from his closet and put them on.

He grabbed his red jacket and put it on buttoning the 2 buttons and running his hands through the clothes smoothening it out, grabbing his gloves he put them on and took his black earrings from his night stand, looking at himself from the mirror of his bathroom he ran a hand through his hair to fix it.

Examining himself he stuffed his hands into his pocket contemplating if this was really a good choice, he could bring something for a backup plan if anything went rouge during the Red Banquet.

The Eggpire shouldn’t be trusted.

Don’t go.

It’s dangerous.

The voices in his head were fighting with each other whether Y/n should go or not, shaking his head he looked back up to the mirror and turned on his heel and twisting the door knob opening and closing the door once he was outside.

Walking to where people would have to wait for the Banquet to start Y/n was fiddling with his black earrings, back then in the old days of the smp Y/n was good friends with the Dream Team, he hung out with them and the earrings he had currently Sapnap and Dream had them too, he didn’t know if they still had them since he wasn’t able to catch up with them.

Y/n hasn’t visited in Dream so long after what he did to Tommy because he kept his distance with him.

Arriving to the destination he saw Niki, Hannah and Puffy there along with Fundy, Eret and Hbomb.

Walking a bit faster he went to the group of people and greeted with a bright smile “Hello Everyone!” he said.

“Y/n! Well, don’t you look dapper today.” Puffy said putting a hand on her hip, looking down at Puffy Y/n gently took her hand and kissed the back of it “Puffy, looking gorgeous as ever.” “You Flatter me Y/n.”

“I see you went all out.” A voice said looking behind him Eret is there looking at Y/n with arms crossed and a smirk on his face “I see you did too.” “Looking stunning as ever, Eret.” Y/n went to do the same thing to Eret by kissing the back of their hand.

“Aren’t you a big flirt.” Puffy says as Y/n turns around and scratches the back of his neck.

“The Banquet would start shortly, now if you come with me…” Antfrost says, their attention going to him as people follow him down to where the Banquet would be held, there is a hallway where one room branches from it to the left where there is the coat room, Y/n sees Sam “Well don’t you look nice Sam!” He says.

“And you’re looking rather red today Y/n.” he says smiling to the man, nodding Y/n follows the rest of the guests to an open area.

It was all red…

R E D…………….

Shaking his head he looks around, vines coming up from the ceiling blood vines and all that but there is a wooden pathway that would lead to a dance floor, looking around they see the others chatting amongst themselves.

Turning around they see Foolish just coming out from the entrance they walk over to Foolish and greet him.

“Foolish! You look so handsome!” They say looking at Foolish with admiration in his eyes “Thank you Y/n! You look very nice too.” Foolish says chuckling.

“Shall we?” Extending a hand to Foolish they walk to the others laughing “Foolish!” Puffy extend her arms and hugged her son “Don’t you look dapper!” she says smiling up at her son.

After everyone had finished greeting each other they go over to the open area where there was a booth where songs were playing next to it there was a table with drinks, grabbing himself a glass Y/n downed the glass and hummed relishing the taste as the liquid goes down their throat.

Looking around they went to catch up with the others attending the party, laughing at patting George on the back for finally being in time and attending the party Y/n missed talking with George and they talk about how they should hang together just the two of them again some time like they used to back then when everything was normal between everyone before all the wars and explosions started.

"Y/n! You came!" A familiar voice says from behind them.

Turning away their attention from George they are greeted by Bad a smile slowly making it's way to his face he hugs Bad and he turns the gesture by hugging back pulling away he says "Ofcourse I would! It's been long since we all came together!"

"Well I see you're wearing all red." Bad says looking him up and down with the red suit he adorned for the evening "Yeah! Fortunately I had a red suit lying around for some reason." he says scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, George I told you to wear red!" Bad says placing his hands on his hips George could only shrug and laugh, shaking his head Bad chuckles "Well, I hope you guys are enjoying yourselves food will be served soon and we'll do a toast later on, just call Me, Ant or Ponk if you need anything have a good evening to the two of you!" Bad says before turning around and went to interact with the other guests.

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Sitting on one of the chairs laid out along with the long table with plates and glasses, you sit next to Foolish the two of you talk about recent projects the two of you are thinking of doing and about the mansion Foolish was building for Tubbo and Ranboo, you told him to take breaks from time to time and not to exhaust himself while building.

Then the clinking of a spoon against a glass wine cup catching everyone's attention, all focused to the front of the table where Ponk, Bad, and Ant stood.

Clearing his throat.

"Friends, it is an honor to be here with you all today as a community."

Bad says with arms extending to gesture to everyone seated at the table.

"I wanted to invite everyone here to unite us as a whole, to unite this server amongst all the fighting and all the wars we are still a big family and see each other as such."

"And if anyone would like to say a speech please rise and say what you would love to say." Bad said as he took a seat.

“I guess I could go then.” Foolish said.

“Go ahead Foolish.” Bad says.

Foolish takes his glass and holds it on one off his hands “Well, for starters it’s nice to let by gones be by gones, and that sure you may have done some violent stuff back in the past and all of those stuff with the vines and uh..blowing up my summer home.”

“But! Here’s to being given the fourth fifth chance!” Foolish raises his glass and downs it, before sitting down as everyone raises there glass and clap.

“Will anyone else like to go next?” Bad questions.

“I guess I could go next.” Eret says standing up from her seat.

“Oh! Eret, go ahead,”

“So as the Monarch of this server it is awesome to see how the smp is being reunified again and see how we aren’t going to have to worry about fighting on opposing sides.”

As people clapped and Bad called on to ask who love to go next everything was muffled and a sudden ringing was inside Y/n’s head, he clenched his fist and closed his eyes a bit to try and soothe this pounding headache, but alas their effort to was to no avail, a voice started talking in their head, a voice they have not heard of before from the usual voices they heard of.

You really think he could like a person like you?

What?

You heard me

I don’t understand…

You poor thing, thinking that the person he holds close most would return their feelings in return…

What are you going on about?

You think Foolish would reciprocate your feelings?

How do you know about Foolish?

Let’s not go to the matter of how I know but of how I could help you with this situation of yours…

Why would I want your help?

I know you wouldn’t want my help but if you join me maybe I could help you with your love problem, just as long you joined me in the Eggpire….

No, Why would I do that?

……

I don’t want to help you or need or want you help either!

…Then it cannot be helped…

What do you mean?

As Y/n said that red vines were attacking them and restraining their limbs.

They went to scream but their mouth was soon shut forcibly.

Muffled shouts and pleas were landed on deaf ears as Y/n struggled to break free from the vines.

As everything went black for them.

*~-_-~*

As Puffy went to open the chest she had planned to fill with armor and weapons if anything were to go wrong during the Banquet she stared at the now empty chest.

“Oh, Were you looking for this?”

As Puffy lifted her head to look at Bad at what he meant, he along with Ant, Ponk and Hannah were wearing the armor she had stored in the chest.

“What?”

As in cue Y/n stood up from his seat and walked towards the group of four with his head cast down and faced them, Bad put a hand on his shoulder and smiled.

“I’m sorry Puffy, I had to tell them..” Hannah says smiling at Puffy.

“What? But-“ Foolish stutters “Y/n? you’re with them?” Foolish says looking in horror as he stares at Y/n.

As Y/n lifted his head gasps of disbelief and horror were heard, Niki places a hand over her mouth as everyone looks at their friend who now had deep red eyes and his neck had vines running up his neck.

Foolish sees as his friend was standing in front of him his eyes holding no emotion in them as if he was staring at the void their (s/c) had turned gray.

Letting out a shaky breath Foolish shakes his head and looks away because if he were to stare longer he might break into tears.

“You told them about the armor, Hannah?” Sam says.

“I had to tell them, it was the only way.”

Sam glances at his friend, they were perfectly fine a while ago what caused this to happen? Furrowing his eyebrows he mentally took a note to help bring Y/n back to normal.

“Time to go to the main eve-“ before Bad could continue he was cut off by Sam.

“Tragic you told them about the armor well, good thing I had another plan up my sleeve because I didn’t trust you.” Sam says glaring at Hannah as Puffy looks at Sam and nods.

"We can all agree that this whole thing with the egg has gone long enough, and I'm tired of all the fighting so why not blow the egg up for good?"

Sam says walking to the vines and lifting it up to reveal a lever.

The Eggpire watches in confusion on what Same meant.

“So why not blow it up with an amount of tnt that it cannot survive.”

Tnt comes falling down on the egg and start to blow up smoke covering the egg from the explosion but once the smoke cleared it revealed the egg covered in crying obsidian, the crying obsidian slowly fades and it reavels the egg unharmed, they stare in confusion.

Why is the egg still okay?

Why isn’t it blown up?

Bad laughs and says “Did you think tnt would work after that little stunt Quackity tried to pull?” “We took some planning and some preparing so that we wouldn’t have issues with the egg about tnt anymore.” He added.

“Y/n?” Puffy asked looking at him ecpectingly to react or say something but alas they were greeted with nothing just a hollow shell of their friend.

Putting a hand on Y/n’s shoulder Bad said “Don’t worry about him the egg would take really good care of Y/n, so you wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore.”

No please! Help me!

“Now if you would follow me, we could start the…Summary executions.” Bad says smiling.

He walks up the platform with Y/n following in suite gripping a diamond axe in one hand.

“What!?”

“No! What about the speeches man! What were they all about!?” Fundy asks.

“Those speeches were to lure you into a false sense of hope and security.” Bad deadpanned.

“You see in order for the egg to hatch it needs something and this something is we’ll be taking from each and one of you, you see the egg needs energy.”

“And that energy in particular is absorbed into the egg when people die near it and that is the roles you guys will be fulfilling!”

“So now one by one-“ once again Bad was cut off by someone.

“You’re a monster.”

“Excuse me?” Bad raises a brow.

“We trusted you.” Eret says clenching their fist.

“You are one to talk to about trust!” Ponk says angry at the person in front of them.

“That’s all in the past now.” Eret says looking down.

“I changed since then, I know better to not break other people trust anymore.”

Bad stares at Eret and open his mouth to talk “You know what? Eret, I think you’d be the perfect person to…sacrifice first!”

*~-_-~*

In darkness Y/n stood there bound in vines.

Watching as their body is controlled and is doing things they didn’t want to and had no will in what is currently happening.

Please someone…

…./n

…..Y/n..

Y/n!

Y/n gasps and looks up from their kneeling position they are greeted by two entities the one to the left was all white with yellow eyes looking down at him and the other one to the right was all black with white eyes looking at the vines constricting them.

Are you okay dear?

I..I think so?

Helos dear, can you help him with the vines?

I’m already on it.

Being freed from the vines Y/n looked up at the entity in front of him their hand outstretched which he gratefully took helping him stand up.

A shout was heard and they looked to see that a sword was being raised and lowered.

Wincing Y/n put a hand to his head trying to soothe his headache, how does he gain control to his body again?

We can help you with gaining control again.

Looking at the white entity he says “What?”

She said to gain control of your body from this red things influence dingus

The other entity says hitting Y/n upside his head.

Helos!

What!?

*~-_-~*

Gasping Y/n gasps desperate for air feeling his neck as if he was being chocked looking over at everyone they see Puffy with tears in her eyes and everyone staring somewhere.

Looking to what everyone was looking at they see blood and…Foolish’ body..?

Foolish’ body was slowly disappearing leaving yellow dust.

Furrowing his brows and his grip tightening his hold on the diamond axe “WHAT THE HELL!?” he shouts catching the attention of everyone in the room to see Y/n back to normal again.

“Oh! Hello Y/n, had a pleasant nap?” Bad asks him innocently.

“Hm no matter whether you’re awake or not from the influence we would go back to you once this is over ,now , who should we execute next?” Bad asks.

As Bad and the others were deciding who to execute Y/n loosened and tightened his grip on the axe and slowly backed away from the four shaking his head, he could feel the pounding sensation going on in his head and he can’t take it anymore.

Dropping his axe he sits down and puts his head in his hands, no one is going to trust him ever again.

A hand was placed on his shoulder and he was greeted with Fundy looking down at him with a worried expression “Are you okay?” he asks.

“To be honest? No, I’m not.” He says looking at Bad.

As he went over who they could kill out of nowhere Quackity came from a wall and landed in the room.

Quackity calls Bad’s name and tells him to stop.

“Relax Bad, Relax” Quackity says smiling at Bad “I know what you’re doing here, but stop right now, stop.”

“Oh my gosh, look at what you’ve done here, Bad this is impressive.” Quackity says looking over the room and the egg.

“You have to stop Bad.”

“Stop?” Bad repeats.

“This whole egg thing is getting way out of control, you just killed a man is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted to do all along? Killing innocent people?” Quackity says putting on enchanted armor.

Bad scoffs “You think putting on armor would scare us away and make us stop? Why do you think we went through all of this effort?”

“All of this is for the egg and for what the egg could give us.” Bad says “ So don’t get in our way.” Bad growls.

“You can’t stop us because we’re to powerful.”

“Look at what you’ve done bad.” Quackity says gesturing to the whole room “You’ve trapped all these, these innocent people.” He says shakily.

“And what you’ve discussed as a party?”

“Just look at this Bad, What have they done to you?” “I’m telling you, you’re a pawn for power.”

Quackity rambled on about how the egg doesn’t care about him and that how it doesn’t mean anything, while the Others looked at the egg Quackity gives Puffy a golden apple and a netherite axe quickly hiding them in her inventory whilst Quackity talked.

“How about we stop playing games Bad?” Quackity suggests.

“I can’t you know I can’t.” “You’re not like this Bad.”

“If I stop, then I can’t have what I need.”

“The last chance Bad.” Quackity warns “You and your buddies drop your weapons, leave and let these people go.”

“Or what?” Antfrost asks.

“I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to Bad.”

“No.”

“No, How about you drop your weapons and prepare.” Bad says loading up his crossbow and points it at Quackity.

“Because Quackity if you wanted to stop us, you should have brought more than yourself, Quackity.”

Quackity’s grin widened and he let out an airy chuckle “Guess what Bad? I did. In fact I brought the next best thing, I brought my Biggest enemy.”

Quackity laughs “I’m not alone.”

“Alright Quackity where is this egg?” “It’s right here.” Technoblade walks in though the gap in the wall where Quackity had dropped in bringing along an army of dogs with him.

Y/n stared at all the dogs dropping in, and went to stand up steadily grabbing the axe he had set down but stopped when a hand was placed on his shoulder turning around with furrowed brows he sees Fundy looking at him and shaking his head as in telling him not to.

Which he behaved and just sat back down with a huff he couldn’t fight right now he needed to stop the headache.

“Not only that I crossed the entire lands looking for the best mercenary I could find, because guess what? I couldn’t take you alone so I got the two best fighter in the entire server to help me out with this, so Welcome him Bad!” Quackity cheers.

“What?”

“Purpled!” And on time Purpled had busted in through where Technoblade and Quackity busted in through not so long ago.

“What!? We hired you to take out Puffy and you joined the enemies side!?” Bad shouts at the young man.

“To be frank Bad, Quackity just had the better price.” Purpled says shrugging.

Bad huffs before looking to Techno “And Techno! You and Quackity are enemies, Why would you side with him?” Bad questions.

“Listen, I didn’t want to work with him either but this, this egg is going to far it’s warping peoples mind and it won’t stop till it influences the entire server.” Techno says before getting his dog off the magma block before it kills itself mumbling something to himself.

“And this egg stands for everything for everything I stand against as an Anarchist and if I don’t stop it now, it would be the end of the world.” He says before taking out his rocket launcher “So yeah, I’m working with Quackity.” Techno answers the Demon.

“No, We still out number you it’s 4 against – “ before Bad could finish that sentence as if in cue Puffy takes a strength potion and screams “Antfrost you’re dead!” before charging at Antfrost with axe in hand surprising him and the others “Puffy stop!” Bad calls out.

She swings her axe at Antfrost hitting him and went to hit him again but the clang of His sword coming in contact with the axe was heard, Puffy was quick retract the axe and killed Antfrost with the final blow with the axe to his abdomen.

It was then that Quackity shouts “Attack!” that swords coming in contact with each other wolves attacking and biting the opposing side and arrows being shot.

“Save us!” Fundy screams.

The Dogs went after Ponk and attacked him growling at the one armed man as Techno launched more rockets causing explosions of color “Bad! I’ve always told you that this egg brings nothing but trouble, trouble I tell you.” Quackity “I’m done with fucking games.”

“This is not going to end here Quackity.” Bad screams.

At this point Y/n had already stood up “Get him!” Screams Fundy, all he could do is look at his fox friend and sigh shaking his friend.

“Retreat!” Bad yells.

“What?” Y/n says under his breath.

They see that Bad had dug out a tunnel leading out to an escape route “What? No!”

People run up to the platform and to see the tunnel “Stay here, don’t go after them.” Quackity instructed.

“Purpled I want you to go ahead and track them.” Quackity orders Purpled.

“They’re not going to get away with this.” “Is everyone okay?”

“No.” Y/n deadpans “I don’t know, we just got lured into this place no one had no idea.” Fundy exclaims.

You rub his back and he just buries his head in your shoulder sighing in frustration.

A hand was placed on your shoulder and you turn to see Sam “Are you… doing alright? You in there and not being controlled right now ?”

You give him a tired smile and shook your head no, he nods and rubs your shoulder.

Purpled had returned and told Quackity that it was a Labyrinth down where they escaped “Shit, did we really just lose them?”

“I’ll build a prison for the egg.” Sam states.

“No, Sam there has got to be a way to destroy it right?”

“I’ll try to find another way but for now I’ll lock it up till I find a way how to get rid of this thing.” Sam says looking the egg up and down.

After Sam and Quackity discuss about containing the egg Quackity asks everyone if they’re okay.

“Hey, Y/n” He hums in response “You don’t look to well, your looking a little under the weather.” Quackity says looking worriedly at his friend.

“Yeah, just feeling a bit rough after being..” He stops talking and just gestures to himself by twirling his fingers around his head and points to the egg “Okay..uh just hang in there.” Quackity pats him on the shoulder “Well then I hope hanging by a thread counts.” Y/n jokes snickering at himself.

Leave him alone it’s how he’s coping right now.

“Okay, our objective right now is to get these people out of here, we’re going to get them out through where we came through okay everyone , Purpled you go ahead and lead these people out of here.” “Alright.” Purpled says.

As everyone was being carefully escorted inside the opening Techno, Quackity and Purpled entered through.

As they had finally ascended up to the surface everyone was so happy, having gobe out of that hell hole.

Breathing in the air Y/n looked up at the sky and decided to say goodbye to everyone and said they were going to head home to sleep.

Walking to the direction of their house they thought maybe they shouldn’t throw a party at the moment.

When his house was in sight he sped up and went to run to his home opening the door and slamming it close.

Looking around he took in the surrounding and quiet atmosphere he ran a hand through his hair messing it up even more.

He began to unbutton his suit jacket and take it off walking to his bedroom and plopped into his bed and buried himself within the comforters.

He was to late…

He wasn’t able to save Foolish in time…

He can’t let something like that happen again…

I couldn’t protect Foolish but I could protect others to prevent them from dying to the hands of the egg or anything that wanted to harm them, even if it costed his life.

Closing his eyes, he swore to protect the other people he holds dear.

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Again, sorry that this story isn't proofread I tried rushing this So I'll be able to get this story out as soon as possible.

Anyways, I intended to have had publish this a few more days later but I just decided against it.

Anyhow, If you like my writing why not consider and give me a follow and donate to my ko-fi? It would mean a lot to me! :D

#mcyt x reader #mcyt #x reader #dream smp #dreamsmp x reader #foolish x reader #foolish gamers #captain puffy #eggpire #red banquet

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fannishcodex · 3 years ago

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2021 Entrapdak Positivity Month: #01-#02

Starting Entrapdak Positivity Month 2021 catch-up!

#01 Stars

Entrapta was aware of this--a lot of people tended to think she was "too much;" Hordak thought she was wonderfully enthusiastic and bright. And she was aware it was not something he believed that he was capable of being. But when she caught him staring raptly at the stars that now dotted Etheria's sky, his glowing red eyes somehow brimming with even greater brightness...well, Entrapta knew better. (She often did.)

#02 Movies

"So, Dee Tee and Kadro's play was fun! Imp and I had dinner with them afterward."

"I'm pleased to hear you all enjoyed it." Hordak bit back repeating his apology for having to miss out while he worked on another reconstruction project and couldn't get his schedule to fit with the play. He had already said sorry to Entrapta and Imp and Kadro. His younger brothers had told him it was fine, and Entrapta had said the same, and added that he didn't have to keep apologizing for something like this. And while Hordak didn't understand the theatre, he had wanted to go for Kadro's sake, and he had wanted to spend time with Entrapta and Imp as well.

But instead of saying all that, he just went with, "How was Kadro in it?"

"He performed all the stage combat well and only stammered his one line a little!"

"Good." Hordak assumed that was good.

"I recorded the performance!" Entrapta beamed, and Hordak's ears perked up. "I thought of it at the last minute--wish I had thought of it before so I could tell you and you'd have one less thing to fret about--but, well, guess it worked for a surprise!"

"You always give the best surprises, Starlight," Hordak murmured softly. "Thank you."

Entrapta beamed again, a little more flushed this time. "We could wait 'til I get back, or we could stream it now--can get it playing on another screen where you're at and where I'm at, and you can still find me on your data pad and I'll find you on mine, and we can watch remotely together--"

"I'd like that."

Smiling, Entrapta and Hordak swiftly went through the technical setup. Hordak propped the data pad with Entrapta on a desk in between him and the screen ready to play the recorded performance. He leaned back on a couch, wrapping himself up in a heavy, quilted blanket. He watched Entrapta settle in a cozy chair with a bottle of soda pop.

"Okay, I'm gonna press play. Ready?"

"Ready."

The screen flickered to life, and Hordak and Entrapta watched the occasionally shaky recording of the play together.

A/N: Dee Tee = nickname for Double Trouble, Kadro = Wrong Hordak. Think I first read Hordak call Entrapta "Starlight" in "Intimacy Log," but I've seen it in other fic too; it's very cute, and it feels like it really fits. Hordak cozy in a quilted blanket is a nod to the fic "Twists and Loops" by bishonenrockmysocks, I couldn't resist including that little part. At the last minute I thought of Emily, but now I'm thinking she was hanging out with Yudi and Scorpia on their own outing during the play and other events in this fic.

#entrapdak positivity month #entrapta #hordak #entrapdak positivity month 2021 #entrapdak

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mixedfandomer · 3 years ago

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So I translated a phineas and ferb episode way to many times try to guess which one it is p.S I would love to see someone make this

(I don’t know how to add those continue reading things so you don’t have to scroll for a long time sorry)

Phineas: And how do you like red and blue toothpaste?

(A mysterious capsule falling from the sky)

Phineas: Wow. Hmm, it looks like it just fell out of the sky.

(shows the color of an umbrella)

Phineas: I think so. Open it and check the contents.

(Farb jumps out of an umbrella and goes to the box. He tries to open it).

Phineas: Wow. It's a day full of questions. First the toothpaste, then this.

Color: And of course, "Where's Perry?"

Phineas: Yes! do you know what i said? We are in the secret wing!

(from Perry's shop)

Major Monogram: Oh, Officer P. Glad I came here. Duvenschmilz was unavailable for a long time. Do something right or cheat. Man, it was a little sudden. Sometimes I feel like taking on assignments here.

(Phineas and Ferb cross the garden. A scream is heard.)

Phineas: Oh, the dress. He will break this third rule with an ax. Sorry Dumpio.

Dampamir: The name is Dampamir!

Baljeet: Wow! You can't log in because the content makes you more attractive!

Phineas: Don't you know? Fortunately, Farb is working on a special Z-ray machine that can see every substance on the periodic table. It's a great test, so it's best to wear this bulletproof lead jacket.

(fire car)

Color: Well, we can't see the haircut, but it has holes in the second molar. Looks like Ms. Shapiro is making Garcia Creplach's tortillas.

(Court:)

Doofenshmirtz Evil is involved! ??

(Perry enters. Dr. Duvenschmilz is missing.)

(The flashbacks begin in black and white. Duwenschildz is on his bad blog.)

Duvenschmilz: (A blind man grabs it and screams)

(Perry saw a new prisoner. Duwenschildz was covered up. Perry saw Duwenschildz's footprint).

Duwenschmilz: Hey! This is my lunch!

(Pine and Ferb in the courtyard. There is a piano in the box).

Phineas: I think I'm really running out of ideas here.

Isabella: You play the piano.

Baljeet: Can I buy a flute pipe?

Buford: the secret to making room for a new printer!

Phineas: Is that so?

Buford: Ok! As you know, the Van Stom family has been the holder of the secret knowledge and the holder of the Secret Box for generations. The 13th century turned the Templars' wrath into a massacre. Our family kept it hidden from uneducated people all their lives. When we did, all we found was a key that could reveal the secrets of the box.

Baljeet: Is that true?

Buford: No, just kidding. On the other side I found a wall. When the coffin fell from the sky, I saw the lock drop.

Phineas - Worth a try.

(pear cut)

Main Monogram: Great job. Agent P. Karl scans a fingerprint from Doof's apartment.

Carl: If you have a variability analysis, there seems to be a lot of caffeine molecules. with rainwater.

Large Monogram: Our only meaning is coffee and rainy sky. It can happen anywhere!

(The stop is in a darkroom with Seattle, WA. Duvenschmilz Barrel Accessories)

Duvenschmilz: Uh, hi! Who is here? Mark! You must be in heaven! This should be a satisfying explanation when I'm done, or when I'm blogging!

(Cut down the pine and Ferb's garden. Ferb puts the key in the chest.)

Phineas: Yes, honey!

Baljeet: What is your secret? Maybe a dozen missing Schrödinger cats?

BUFORD: But I didn't have privacy.

(opens the capsule)

(all pants)

Baljeet: Why do you smoke like that?

BUFORD: And why are we all suffering?

Cornelius: Oops, sorry!

Crazy Old Man: What do you think you did?

Phineas: Who are you?

Crazy old man: It's me! from the future!

(all pants)

(Cut the spleen into a quilt. Remove the mask from the shadow mask)

Duvenschmilz: (panting) Peter Panda? Oh, that was my good chance. That's all. While. And it was terrible, everyone was staring with crooked noses and had to talk about it.

Suspect: Hello, Duvenschmilz!

Duvenschmilz: Hello, what do you get, the black figure walking in the dark?

Suspicious Character: Mystery Professor, it's me.

Duvenschmilz: I understand.

Professor's Secret: Did Panda Stone Take My Name?

Doofenshmirtz: No, but I don't really speak. Can you tell me why you kidnapped me? Hmm bye! I know you are still here. I can't see the apple of your eye. What is silence? It is very unconventional.

Professor Secret: secret.

Duvenschmilz: Oh. This is going to be a fun interview.

(The courtyard of Phineas and Ferb)

Phineas: Please stay a while. Do you want to know what's happening to my nose?

Crazy old man: Don't worry about our nose ... This. Hear it when a hamster runs, a black hole breaks control and something breaks. You have now opened my hamster area! It's just a moment before it slows down!

Baljit: Wait, is a hamster allergic to air?

Crazy old man: Trust me!

Baljeet: What?

Crazy Old Man: Because I'll be here in the future!

Baljit: Wait, won't I be Indian in the future?

Crazy old man: "Okay! See you in the future.

Isabella: Yes, it doesn't make sense.

Grandma: Stop telling people about you from the future!

Phineas: Who is it?

Crazy Old Man: I'm just Dennis. ignore. There is no future person.

Dennis: I heard it! Hi guys, sorry if I disturb you.

Crazy old man: there is no time to waste!

Dennis: Calm down, Bernie! Don't forget your blood!

Bernie: What did I do to you? So what slows down?

Dennis: Oh, go! I am a sick hamster who rules our lives!

(The box beeps.)

Phineas: What is there without batting an eye?

Baljeet: Not good.

Buford: Well, you've played a lot of pianos.

(Put the professor's husband in a moving box and bite into the scented sponge).

Duvenschmilz: Seriously, what was the kidnapping? And what good is a temple hanging over the petro panda?

The Professor's Mystery: Why I'm Peter Panda's Enemy.

Duvenschmilz: (pants)

The Secret Professor: Are you surprised?

Duvenschmilz: Sure. But if you know anything about the enemy company, please do so. I don't want to be another bad scientist. (See Professor Inator of Mysteries) Oh! Enjoying! Why does he do it?

The professor's secret is a secret I cannot reveal.

Duvenschmilz: ... your beauty. Yes, I know. Will you give me your advice before or after trying to catch Peter the panda? It's just ... Even in the research phase.

The mystery of the teacher: I don't say anything. The secret gun ... it's mine

Duvenschmilz: But he's your enemy! He knows what bothers you! So this is a generic title! What do you expect from her with your story? (The secret has been cleared.) Don't stay, oh no. Don't tell me, you've never told your inner story! ok i have a problem! This is your problem!

The Professor's Mystery: What?

Doofenshmirtz: Lack of communication. Give me a shot (a rhythm is established and a chorister appears out of nowhere).

(song: talk to him)

Duvenschmilz - you can do it in secret

You don't have to be so selective. ??

Chorus Girls: Too erratic! ??

Duvenschmilz: Make history your secret enemy;

For all the reasons why ...

Duvenschmilz and the girls' choir: rotten eggs. ??

Doofenshmirtz: (ooh while the choir girl is in the background) not enough to show her skill;

You have to tell him how you feel. ??

I guess you will be surprised that their attention is being held

I can only understand

Tell him about all the bad plans you have for ...

Duvenschmilz and the showgirl: you have to ...

Duvenschmilz: Talk to him

Choir Girl: Oh! ??

Duvenschmilz: Tell him ...

Duvenschmilz and Chorus Girl - all my plans came to mind

Duvenschmilz: Talk to him

Choir Girl: Oh! ??

Duvenschmilz: Announcement ...

Duvenschmilz and Chorus Girl: Give her everything you fear. ??

Duvenschmilz: Talk to him. ??

Now...

Duvenschmilz and the Chorus Girls: Stay there like a rock. ??

Doofenshmirtz - he has two furry ears to wear

Dancing girls: wear it! ??

Duvenschmilz: I know you really want to hurt him

Choir girls: Dig! ??

Duvenschmilz: But I think I'll lose you if I don't speak

Dancing girls: I want to talk

Duvenschmilz: communication is essential

When you open you can understand

And maybe it bothers me.

Duvenschmilz and Chorus Girl: you're right! ??

(The number ends and the girl has disappeared).

Mystery Professor: How did you get this girl to dance?

Doofenshmirtz: These are the unions, they are leaving.

(Go back to the courtyard where the hamster slows down.)

Bernie: (while Finna holds on) there's only one way to beat him! and listen with your ears! (A red bird in the wind comes out of your beard.) Hey Velleius, I found your bird!

Velleio: Really? where he was

Bernie: How boring! However, there is only one way to improve it! (crying and screaming)

Isabella, Buford, Baljit: No!

Finius: Hurray, everyone! Get the tree!

(They do.)

Isabelle: What are you doing now? !!

Baljeet: This is definitely the only time the camera has disappeared again!

Buford: Yeah, bad model break!

Isabella: Well, she is not a model! Subsequently, the model will disappear.

(remote effect)

I mean, Candice!

(Candice enters the room where she is still listening to the music. Then Chaos looks through the window and walks straight into the box.

Candice: (pants) mama mama mama mama mama !!!

(she goes back to the mysterious cave).

Mysterious Professor: The last person I recommend, you are a hostile thief!

Duvenschmilz: You can't undo it with a musical instrument. Hmm! I'll say it's not my fault that you and Peter are in trouble. It's yours!

The Professor's Secret: (Active Inator) The Secret Inator is an active lens wrapped in a real lens, I know who it is! Under favorable circumstances you will be nervous and full of revenge!

Duwenschmilz: (sigh) Yawn! So I was more concerned if I knew what was going on. YY-Become a man (sighs again)!

Secret Professor: Hmm?

(Burned by a plague on the wall. Peter Panda has come to the other side).

Duvenschmilz: Peter Panda! Wow, I'm not very happy to see my rainbow enemy.

Mysterious Professor: Peter Panda is not your enemy!

Duvenschmilz: Yes. He is not the enemy. H-h-this is a slow project.

Mysterious Professor: Do you want it to fall like this? (Peter accuses him) Do you understand? I am touched! Here it is, Duvenschmilz! (sighing) Yes, it is! (another shot) Do you understand? feel good. What did you give that I couldn't give you?

Duvenschmilz: A bad part of the internal dialogue!

Mystery Professor: What?

Duvenschmilz: Communicate! Oh cry! In any case, tell me what makes you turn off!

Mystery Professor: What? Oh yeah! There is no author!

Duvenschmilz: What? !! ??? ?? !! Hey, I'm worried! Clock! Communication I can do it.

(Perry finally enters, flips the switch, shoots from the ceiling, bounces a space pin.)

(He goes back to the terrace.)

Buford: I can't take it anymore! one day my friend

("Tough Gum" Song (Instrumental))

Advertiser: Durable Shoelaces!

Buford: - Wash! He lifts the branch and flies away.

(Once in line, Inator throws a bolt of lightning at the box, and once in line, Candice's mother follows him into the yard.)

Candice: Hurry up, Mom! To move on! What? !!

Baljeet: I didn't get hurt like I expected.

BUFORD: Yes, thankfully.

(Modest case where Mysterio and Peter talk so that Douffensmritz and Perry can see each other from the window.)

Mystery Master: So my parents accidentally created a black hole, got hooked on it, and went into orbit so that there was no danger to the planet, but in the process. At first I'm furious about it, and in the end you make me a nonexistent emperor, whom you killed tonight! Wow, what fun to tell someone!

(A crazy old man comes out of the yard to see him.)

Bernie and Denise: Son!

Mystery Master: Mother? Father? !! They will be called back! (hugs her).

Velleio: Oh ...

Mysterious Professor: Meet my enemy Peter Panda.

Bernie: Do you have any archenemies?

Denise: All of our kids are adults!

Bernie: Why is it a panda?

Dennis: Bernie!

Bernie: What? I was just thinking.

(Doofenshritz and Perry drop them).

Doofenshmirtz: Come on, Platypus Perry. Let's go home, I talk to you a lot, right? Yes, maybe you are right.

(He goes back to the terrace.)

Linda: Kids, why don't you come for lunch? And if he meets your father, ask him to come with us.

Candice: But, but, but ... Okay.

Finius: Intense, color. Planets can also explode and break the space continuum. I hope you have not suffered any real damage. (The bears appear next to them.) Oh, father! If you want to join, mom is having a lot of fun!

Polar Bear (voice of Lawrence): Oh boy, very good. I'm a bit bored.

Finius: Maybe the cake is still there.

(Another sees Phineas' back hole as the boy goes through the hole, proving it is true that Phineas and Ferb are working on a machine that turns humans into flies.)

Vera Finnius: W Noteworthy! What was the fate! We did

True color: can't. Here Phineas has four white shirts and you only have three.

Phineas: Okay. It must be said: Our father is not a bear.

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lady-z-writes · 3 years ago

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Chapter 2 of my Heisenberg x Reader fic is finally out!

Smut below the cut:

The large door slams behind [Y/N], blocking out the cold air. Brushing passed Heisenberg, she tosses the logs down on the fire, urging it to roar back to life.

He’s staring when she glances over her shoulder. When he’s caught, he looks away bashfully, pretends to really be focusing on the pictures on her wall.

“Take your coat off,” [Y/N] demands as she stands.

“What?”

“Your coat. Take it off.”

Heisenberg narrows his eyes, grips at his hammer. “What are you playing at?”

She smirks. “Cute. I don’t plan to undress you, despite what Serena’s pheromones might be convincing you.”

“They have no power over me,” he denies, setting his hammer down.

[Y/N] merely raises an eyebrow at him, extends her hand for his jacket.

The thought of being undressed makes his gut flip for some reason so he busies himself by removing the coat and handing it to her. His hands are shaking so he clenches and unclenches his gloved fist to try to warm up his fingers.

She disappears into another room for a moment before returning with a glass and a whiskey bottle. His coat is placed on a nearby rack, moved closer to the fire to dry it off.

“To warm you up,” she suggests, handing him the whiskey and glass. “I’ll run you a hot bath.”

“N-no, that won’t be necessary,” but his body is chilled through and he’s pulling a chair closer to the fireplace in order to warm up.

[Y/N] leaves once more, ignoring him completely.

“Ignorant bitch.” Opening the bottle, he pours himself some whiskey, takes a sip. “Good booze, though.”

Heisenberg wants to inspect the books on a nearby shelf, but the warmth of the fire is too enticing. He realizes that he’s still feeling a little dazed after the incident with the tree-lady. There’s still a heaviness in his gut, a vague need that he doesn’t want to acknowledge right now – and he’s sure it has everything to do with those pheromones.

[Y/N] returns at the worst moment; right as he’s flashing back to the incident in the snow – his hands tracing over skin…he hasn’t touched someone like that in…-

“Bath’s ready,” [Y/N] announces. “If you are.”

Forearms pressing to his thighs, he leans forward, hoping he can cover himself until it’s safe to stand up.

He tries distracting himself with chatter, but he’s struggling on where to begin. He has so many questions.

“How many Cadou experiments live here?” he decides to start there.

[Y/N] sits on the chair nearest him. “Well…the ones that aren’t failures?”

“Failures?” he repeats.

“I mean, I guess we all kind of are. Miranda’s island of misfit toys – those of us that didn’t have influential families; those that had powers that just didn’t make the cut to exist in the main village.” The conversation is very distracting for his current predicament. “You have…-Lycans, aren’t they?” he nods. “Think of our Wendigo in a similar manner.”

Heisenberg gets it now. “And the rest?”

“Like I said: there’s no ruler, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”

“And Miranda?” he drones.

[Y/N] goes still now. “I think your bath will get cold.”

Heisenberg stands in an instant, uses his free hand to grip at her throat. He crouches.

“You’ll answer me. Now.”

[Y/N] nods against his hand, her gaze drifting from his eyes to his lips. “She’s always monitoring – even when we think she isn’t.”

“Are they devout?” he nods toward the door, asking about the other villagers.

“Not entirely,” [Y/N] chokes out.

“Are you?”

“Are you?” she retorts.

With a huff, Heisenberg lets go of her throat, stands, cusses.

It’s not that he wants a bath, but it surely would warm him up. Plus, they’re at a standstill; one of them has to make a move in order to progress. But if he admits his disdain for Miranda, will she tattle? Can he trust her?

She’s left him alone upstairs so naturally he’s scoping out the place. Nothing fancy: two bedrooms and a bathroom. She’s got crystals strewn about in odd places, candles lit, all the curtains drawn. It’s quaint.

The door doesn’t lock, which is unfortunate. Heisenberg grumbles the entire time he’s undressing, but the steam from the hot water is making him feel better already. It’s…inviting. He’d never admit it aloud.

Feeling foolish, he settles into the steaming tub with a sigh – not realizing how chilled he actually was, how sore he’d been. The small table beside the tub makes a convenient place to put down his whiskey, right beside the soaps. He imagines [Y/N] placed the table in here for a similar reason; that or reading in the tub.

He has plenty on his mind – many more questions he needs to ask [Y/N] but he can’t – not until he knows whose side she’s on.

Despite his best efforts, his mind still drifts. [Y/N] isn’t…unattractive by any means. He’s sure his wandering mind has everything to do with those pheromones from that tree-lady, but the way [Y/N] was looking up at him when he had his hand around her neck…

“Fuck,” he hisses as he looks down through the clear water.

Hard. Again.

Shifting deeper into the tub, he tries to ignore it, enjoy the warmth, heat up…but he can’t shake the need in him.

Agitated, he decides to clean up a bit, surprised she didn’t leave him with flowery-scented soaps.

Fighting instinct, Heisenberg refuses to relax any longer – lest he falls asleep in this tub. His hard cock is still distracting. Well, it’s this or be disjointed all night; let his eyes travel all over her body instead of focusing on the answers he desires.

Her skin felt so soft…it felt so good to touch someone in that way.

His closed fist is moving around his cock before he even realizes he’s doing it; the slight whooshing of the water too loud for his taste. Right now, the thought of [Y/N]’s laughter as she sees him like this – teases him for being needy. It’s downright insulting.

Embarrassing to be masturbating in some stranger’s home; shameful, yet…sort of…erotic?

Thumb gliding over his tip, he arches and bites back a moan. He lets the water glide around him while he exhales through his nostrils.

Close. Too close.

He hears the whistling wind outside, decides to swallow down the remainder of the whiskey before he gets serious with his intention. There’s a nagging feeling that he needs to get this out of his system in order to really focus on what he’s doing here. Damn that temptress.

Heisenberg steps out of the tub, wraps himself in the soft towel [Y/N] left for him, and starts stroking his cock again as the water drains.

Closing his eyes, he lets himself fantasize…images of Serena, of [Y/N], his scarred hand on her soft skin, the way she looked at his half-chub, how she felt pressed against him. How long had it been since he’d let himself fantasize? Longer, still, since he’d touched anyone in a remotely sexual manner.

And there was a reason for that.

Because he couldn’t stop himself.

It’d been so long that he knew it would be the floodgates opening – a total fucking disaster for whatever poor soul gets his attention. He’d start and not want to let go. Heisenberg had shrouded himself away from his animalistic desires for so long, he’s almost nervous to see who he’ll become if the levee broke.

Well, he’s about to find out.

Fist pumping around his cock, he lets himself feel this pleasure. It isn’t long before he’s biting back grunts as he spills into the draining water, frantically chasing that release.

It’s enough to take the edge off, but it also isn’t nearly what he truly desires.

Dressing, he cracks his neck and takes a second to refocus, button up, shove down what he just unburied.

Right.

His goal is to learn this village, know what [Y/N] knew, maybe make an ally – a useful ally, might he add.

If only he could get passed that mouth of hers.

•••

[Y/N] is in the kitchen when he comes down – whiskey bottle a little lighter, clearly, she’s been drinking too. It smells amazing in the house and he realizes she’s mixing a pot of soup.

“I hope you’ll have some…and then I think it’s best if you leave.”

“Leave?” he repeats her. “Oh, no, I’ve got questions and you’ve got answers. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

The name wasn’t endearment but she still heats up anyway. A Lord calling her this? Unreal.

“I just…I really think it’s best for you,” she ladles soup into a bowl for him, places it on the kitchen table.

“What, you turn into a Lycan at midnight?”

“Nothing like that,” she dismisses.

“Then what?” he puts himself in her personal space, towers over her, likes the stirring in his chest. “I’m not moving until you tell me why.”

She looks contemplative – frustrated.

“It’s because of Mother Miranda, okay?”

He cocks his eyebrow at her. “S’that so?”

“I answered you, can you move?”

He raises his hands, side-steps, turns toward her as she takes a few steps back.

“You and Miranda talk much?”

She’s silent again, places her own bowl on the table. “Eat before it gets cold.”

“Rather powerless to be making these kinds of demands,” he teases.

“And in my presence, so are you.”

The menacing look he gives her makes her freeze. In an instant, she’s pushed up against the wall; his forearm against her neck, body pressing harshly against hers.

His gaze flicks down to her lips as she lets out a shaky – almost erotic – breath.

He doesn’t even say anything, simply presses his thigh between her legs just to hear that sound again. She bites her lip to muffle it, but it’s there, and he can feel a jolt in his abdomen. The excitement that blooms in him is surprising.

“So, I’m still having a reaction from that bitch’s pheromones – what’s your excuse?”

She’s embarrassed, called out, and it looks cute on her. He shifts his thigh just slightly but enough to earn a startled look.

“H-Heisenberg, I’m sorry.”

He hums a, “don’t be” before ducking to kiss her.

She kisses him back, meeting tentatively until his fingers knot in her hair and pull. It’s like he’s awakened something in her too, the way she’s hungry for more. Her hands drape over his shoulders as he removes his forearm from her throat. Hair still damp, he’s hatless and she thinks it’s handsome.

“You should eat,” she finally manages between heated kissing.

“Mmmm, yeah, I should…”

The innuendo makes her heated, pawing at his shirt yet almost trying to push him away.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, sir. It’s Serena’s power still.”

“And how, exactly, do I stop it?”

“This’ll just feed into it more,” she says this, but her eyes are taking in every inch of him that she can see – the crush she’s developed starting to make itself known. “It’ll wear off in time, but…” his fingers trail down her neck, lower until he cups a breast. “You aren’t exactly helping speed up the process.”

“May as well have fun with it, right?”

[Y/N] inhales sharply as his lips meet hers again in a hurried kiss. She doesn’t pull back right away, but lets him linger there before her better judgement kicks in.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she tries to sound demanding, harsh, but her voice waivers.

“Says who?”

“Says Miranda.”

Talk about a boner-killer. Heisenberg takes a step back, watches [Y/N] try to right herself. He narrows his eyes, sits down at the table.

“So, you do talk to her?”

[Y/N] shakes her head, sitting too. “When she sent me away to live here, she told me to stay away from the village – from you all.”

They’re silent during the time it takes them to eat their soup; him trying to focus on her words but still finding his mind drifting to more physical things, and her crossing her legs while barely tensing them just to try and get some stimulation.

She’s flustered, he can see that, but he’s sure it’s from the confession she just made.

“How ‘bout another drink?” he grabs the bottle and [Y/N] jumps up to get him a new glass, following orders.

He’s another half glass in by the time she gets the guts to say, “For the record, I’m not devout.”

At her words, he remains silent and she doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. He could turn her into Miranda for that – clue her in that one of her creations isn’t praying to her every day. She’d wondered about the others – how the Lords took to Miranda’s demands and regulations.

“Really now?” he finally replies.

“Figure I’ve got a target on my back anyway. What’s the point in keeping it from you?”

He quirks a brow at her. “And what’s your plan if I tell her that?”

She shrugs. “I’m sure it won’t make much difference in the long run.”

The hollow look in her eyes is telling.

He leans back, finishes off his drink. “Noted, dollface.”

She deadpans at him, ignoring the nickname. “You’re not gonna scurry off and tell her any of that?”

“Why? Should I?”

“I mean, no.”

“Well, then?” he laughs at the stunned look on her face. “Look, I want the bitch dead more than anyone else. We just gotta play the game for now. And her finding out about those of us that aren’t devoted to her? Not a good game plan.” She wants to respond, but she looks shocked. “Ah, what, surprised?”

“You…want to kill…Miranda?”

“Yeah,” he says it so nonchalant, like it’s nothing.

It’s subtle, but she lifts her glass and clinks it with his in a sort of toast.

So, they’re in agreement then?

#karl heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg fanfic #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x oc #heisenberg x reader

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autisticshadowthehedgehog · 4 years ago

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Sonic X Theory: the other Ultimate Lifeforms

In Sonic X’s adaptation of Sonic Adventure 2, they make an interesting claim about the Ultimate Lifeform prototypes on the ARK. When Rouge hacks into the base, she informs Shadow of one thing- he wasn’t the only prototype from Project Shadow that escaped the ARK massacre.

[ID: screenshots from Sonic X: one of Rouge looking up Project Shadow, surprised and reading “Shadow? Secure and dispose?” Another shot of two escape pods falling towards a planet, with the caption from a GUN soldier: “Our mission ended when we sealed away the prototype of the ultimate lifeform.” End ID.]

Rouge makes the claim that neither of these escape pods was Shadow... so in X Canon, is Shadow even who he thinks he is? And just as importantly... who are the other prototypes?

Full theory under the cut.

So first off. Let’s look at Rouge’s claim that Shadow isn’t who he thinks he is.

Part One: Is Shadow from the ARK?

[ID: screenshots from Sonic X of Rouge and Shadow talking, with the following dialogue:

Rouge: This is the progress report for Project Shadow, a plan to create the ultimate life form. The body they created is still held there.

Shadow: I know. That’s a prototype. I’m the Ultimate Lifeform they created afterwards-

Rouge: Two capsules were ejected when the ARK was shut down. But neither was found. They couldn’t lock up in prison what they couldn’t find. Do you understand? I wonder who you really are.

Shadow looks troubled. End ID.]

So two capsules were ejected and neither was found in the fifty years it’s been since the accident-- except I think Rouge is wrong about one thing. Shadow is who he thinks he is- because his capsule was sent out alone. It must have somehow not been logged.

How do we know this? Shadow’s flashback of being sent away and the man who worked for GUN are completely different- first of all, the GUN soldier doesn’t remember her saying anything to Shadow, or Shadow even being there- it seems that she died to send away something or someone else. Second- Maria is in a different position around the lever in both flashbacks. See the GUN soldier’s first--

Though we don’t see the full room, we get the sense that it’s small from the other shots that I don’t have the time to screenshot. She’s around an elevated platform not attached to a wall, and either facing the pod she’s sending away or in a completely different room.

But, both of Shadow’s alternate memories of Maria sending him away-- the first one more stylized, the second one we can assume more real-- neither looks like this.

In both, she’s in a differing position. In the sepia flashback, she’s not facing him, and pulling a lever attached to a wall. In the second flashback, she’s already on the floor, and the lever pad we see would cause her to be facing away from Shadow. In neither of these do we see any evidence that anyone other than Shadow and Maria are in the room or even nearby.

Shadow also has enough evidence he’s who he thinks he is- he has the right powerset, the GUN soldier says that they did, indeed, seal away an Ultimate Prototype, Gerald mentions Shadow enough in his monologues, and... honestly there’s really no evidence that he isn’t Shadow, other than the two pods. And two pods? Shadow was sent out alone, we saw no evidence of a second pod in either flashback. So he wasn’t with anyone else.

So what’s the conclusion? The conclusion is that these are two different events- one where Maria releases Shadow, and one where she releases another- or, possibly, the others, the two pods that were logged as escaping.

Maria either freed Shadow first and then the other two, or she freed the first two, got shot, and then managed to survive long enough to send Shadow away. Either way-- these events are separate.

So what was in the other two pods? Two other prototypes of the Ultimate Lifeform, clearly, but nothing like the Biolizard, they’re too small.

Now let me ask you something... wouldn’t it make sense for the Ultimate Prototypes to look similar, if they were similar lifeforms?

And who do we know who looks similar to Shadow?

Part Two: Sonic is an Ultimate Lifeform

[ID: Shadow looking down at Sonic, and saying, “I see. We actually do look alike. It’s like looking in a mirror.” End ID.]

Okay so like. Unless you’re very colorblind I think you’ve noticed that Shadow and Sonic are completely different colors. But let’s ignore that for now-- they do have a very similar silhouette... in fact, Shadow’s silhouette is incredibly close to SuperSonic, which is Sonic at full power. And in-universe, they look similar enough that in low lighting pretty much nobody can tell them apart.

And not just that- Sonic has a lot of power for a seemingly “normal” mobian. [Yes, I know they don’t use the term “Mobius” in Sonic X but let me simplify this somehow.] His superspeed, ability to survive so much shit... he’s powerful enough that he presents a rival for Shadow without chaos emeralds (though Shadow is nerfed a little by the Inhibitor Rings- more on that later).

[ID: Sonic and Shadow racing; they are keeping up with each other. Shadow says, “It seems your appearance isn’t the only thing that’s similar to me. Who are you?” Sonic responds, “I’m me.” End ID.]

Shadow’s right- their appearance isn’t where the resemblance stops. And of course there’s probably the most damning similarity-- they are the only two characters we see go Super and have the ability to control the Chaos Emeralds.

[ID: First image is SuperSonic and SuperShadow, having absorbed the power of the chaos emeralds. Second image is from the Third Season, where a MetaRex shouts, “There are two individuals [referring to Sonic and Shadow] who can draw out the power of the Chaos Emeralds?” End ID.]

Oh and SPEAKING OF Sonic/Shadow similarities-- there’s a scene in Season Three where Sonic is being lectured by the villain about how all life ends eventually so why bother etc. and Sonic says that life is worth the good bits, all that jazz. Here’s the scene:

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And exactly 1:25 in.... guess what starts playing

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This song is scarily similar to “Recollection of the Ark”... Shadow’s sad song about his memories of the ARK... while Sonic is being lectured about still having faith in humanity. You know. Like MARIA WANTED.

Interesting how we know absolutely nothing about Sonic’s past, huh-- pretty much all we have before he meets Tails is that he says he’s fifteen years old, but honestly... are we even sure about that? First of all, if Sonic was revived alone, there wouldn’t be a way to tell his age, he’d probably just accept the first age someone assigned him.

Alternatively, we know from the end of Season Two and the beginning of Season Three that time works in a very wonky way from Earth to Mobius- in the ~2-3 days Sonic’s alone with Chris, a week passes on Mobius, despite the fact we know he can chaos control at any time. In the third season? Six years pass on Earth while six months pass on Mobius. So time doesn’t really work in a reasonable way, meaning it’s possible that Sonic is fifteen... and he lived fifteen years on Mobius after awakening, while fifty years passed on Earth.

And we know for a fact that travel between Mobius and Earth was possible even before the events of Season One... because Eggman was born on Earth.

[ID: Eggman looking shocked and turning around in a chair, announcing, “I was born in this world!” End ID.]

Eggman was born on Earth and somehow ended up on Mobius-- but he was young enough he didn’t realize until he saw that Gerald lived on Earth. So was he in the second escape pod? It’s possible, but I don’t think so-- he’d have to have information on Gerald, and it seems he had a picture of Gerald and Maria, so it’s likely he traveled with a parent or guardian, or at least some kind of family history, which I doubt Maria would think to store in an escape pod while everyone was running for their lives. This plot element was probably just to set up that travel between the dimensions happens more than we think.

Neither escape pod from the ARK was recovered, probably because they ended up on Mobius.

It’s most likely that they Chaos Controlled into the other dimension-- I know I said Maria probably wouldn’t think to store anything other than the lifeform themselves in the pod, but if the lifeform needed Chaos Emeralds to practice/control their powers, or the Chaos Emeralds were already stored in an escape pod for safekeeping-- or if, possibly, GUN was attempting to capture the Chaos Emeralds as well, and the Robotniks knew that they would use them in a destructive way-- all that combined could mean that the emeralds would also be important enough to send away in a pod.

If even one of the pods had Chaos Emeralds, it’s possible that the lifeform inside could have sensed danger and unconsciously teleported them to the most safe place from GUN-- another world where GUN didn’t exist and couldn’t reach them. And even better-- a world where mobians like them lived.

From Sonic X lore that I don’t have the time to find and screencap, we know that the two worlds used to be the same but split at some point in history. If this was after, say, the events of Chaos destroying the Echidnas-- which, sidenote, interesting how they disappear and nobody knows where they went, so it’s possible that Chaos straight-up split the dimensions just to get rid of the Echidnas-- then enough of their lore could remain. Old cave paintings, wall carvings, etc., could show enough mobians that scientists could probably think “oh, wow, that looks like a god figure. might as well design our ultimate lifeform after that, esp since they had this god that could control chaos and the chaos emeralds came from here.”

Wanna know what’s interesting about those ancient echidna temples? Guess who’s there-- if we go by Sonic 3 & Knuckles, a game that ofc had been released by the time X was being written...

SuperSonic.

Both the ultimate form of Sonic, and the silhouette of Shadow.

So let’s say they find this on the ARK studies, and they’re like “okay so our ultimate lifeform goal is a hedgehog. Got it.” There’s two options after this:

They make Sonic, but deem him a failure for reasons and cryo-freeze him until they need him or can release him. They then proceed to make Shadow, who they believe actually is their ultimate lifeform.

They made Shadow first, but after a while kept experimenting and making more prototypes, just in case, or possibly because they decided Shadow wasn’t powerful enough. However, the prototypes weren’t ready to awaken before the ARK massacre, Shadow never met them.

So as I’ve made clear, I’m pretty sure that one of those prototypes was Sonic-- who, of course, has no idea. Either he only entered consciousness after arriving in Mobius, or his memories of the ARK were so vague, traumatic, early, or a combo, that his mind blocked them out. Either way, it doesn’t matter, what matters is that he and Shadow are both prototypes, which is what gives Sonic his power.

And Sonic’s power, btw, isn’t limited like Shadow’s. Because he doesn’t have inhibitor rings.

If prototype!Sonic was sent away with inhibitor rings, he ditched them. Which would make sense, especially if he woke up with no memory of the ARK and didn’t know why these weird bracelets were on his arm. He would notice that the rings slowed him down and ditch them fast. And that’s assuming they even stuck rings on the prototype.

But if we do assume they stuck rings on the prototypes... maybe we can find the other lifeform that was sent away along with Sonic.

Part Three: Who is the Third Ultimate Lifeform?

Okay. Let’s do a headcount.

Who, in Sonic X,

Existed on Mobius at the same time as Sonic,

Doesn’t appear to have a lot of power but has a lot of incredible strength if you pay attention,

Sometimes shows strange abilities, such as far leaps into the air, a speed great enough that they can sometimes catch up to Sonic (though not as great, possibly because of the inhibition), even potentially the ability to summon weapons out of thin air,

Looks similar to the Mobian Hedgehog-- or, perhaps, with influences from a Mobian Echidna, who were the ones who had the SuperSonic glyphs in the first place, and thus could potentially serve as a design point,

Wears rings around their wrists at all times?

[ID: Amy Rose being absurdly powerful in several screencaps, often glowing; though this is normal anime expressionwork, it is something that exclusively happens to Amy in Sonic X. End iD.]

And, of course, this beauteous moment:

[ID: A scene from the season two finale of Sonic X. Eggman’s ship, on which Amy’s hammer is stuck, is high above her, and Eggman taunts “It doesn’t matter if you’re angry because your hammer is stuck up here!” In the following image, a moving gif, Amy summons a hammer out of thin air, a puff of smoke coming from it, as she is still glowing with a fire-like energy. Eggman’s robots shout “She has another one! How many does she have?” End ID.]

That’s right! This was all an excuse to spout out my “Amy Rose could kill God” propaganda! But it’s not propaganda if I’m right!

Part Four: The Lifeforms

So. It’s been a couple months since I made this post, but I was rewatching Sonic X with my sister, and we did notice that you do see prototype lifeforms for a flash in the GUN soldier’s story.

[ID: Screenshots from Sonic X; The GUN soldier narrates his story, as we see GUN soldiers arresting scientists, while standing in front of empty tubes of bubbling green liquid. The caption reads, “There were many rumors about ARK. Such as doing research for eternal life or creating the Ultimate Life Form.” The GUN soldier steps to a tube that has something in it. End ID.]

We see a brief flash of an experimental lifeform in this memory, as seen above; we also see two more, the ones that were explicitly stated to be the ones Maria was freeing.

[ID: Screenshots from later in the same episode of Sonic X, the first showing two tubes with dark figures inside, surrounded by dark blue bubbling water. The next screenshot shows Maria preparing to free them, with the captions reading “An experimental life form? She’s planning to free it!” End ID.]

So, these silhouettes. Let’s uh. Let’s take a look at those huh

Now, the bodies are too thick to be standard mobian bodies- but we can also see wires attached to the prototypes, as well as, you know, whatever that liquid is. It’s entirely possible there’s something wrapped around their bodies, to keep them safe/asleep/etc.

But..... ok so I might be reaching here but analyzing the face silhouettes, using red lines to mark quills and green to mark potential laid-back ears, it really could be long-quilled sonic and short-quilled Amy.

As well as this, in the shot of the GUN soldier looking at a prototype, I swear I can see a mobian ear.

tl;dr this is all fascinating me and I think we should let the Sonic X crew return to making this show as if they never left so that we can get answers to this

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic x #shadow the hedgehog #sonic adventure 2 #amy rose #mine #connie theories #connie writes

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