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[Under normal circumstances, Rick would consider his brilliant escape from the most rigorous and secure intergalactic prison to be a matter of celebration; perhaps he’d again claim himself to be a God, or the closest thing to a “God” there possibly could be in reality, bearing a mind rivaled by none and abilities to “control” the universe as he pleased. A takedown of the Galactic Federation was incredulously simple, and although the grandfather ought to be rejoicing, he felt an abnormal, metaphorical weight on himself. He was freed, but that freedom didn’t allow him an ounce of joy. Though Rick evidently wasn’t the type to “reflect” on his actions, the isolation and confinement of his few months spent in prison only allowed him the pastime of thought.]

[He’d never admit it, of course, but Jerry’s words were striking – insisting that Rick was a chaotic force in his family’s lives, that he was merely worsening their situation by sticking around. They wouldn’t have a damn thing to concern themselves over now, thanks to the intergalactic method of law enforcement collapsing by his own hand, but that didn’t mean that his return would be “for the best.” He’d ruined the lives of those he’d cared about (though, he could scarcely admit to himself that he truly cared in the first place), and allowing himself any presence in their lives – even if he truly sought to stand by them – might only impair them. In usual fashion, Rick decided it would be for the best to isolate himself, akin to when he’d abandoned his own daughter for twenty years, and entirely for the same reason.]

[In that state of mind, Rick wondered whether eluding and dismantling the governmental stronghold was as clever of a solution as he’d believed; not only might he have caused his family grief (they could’ve ransacked his laboratory in the garage by now, perhaps even forced them to relocate in the process), but he was now so reluctant to rejoin his family that he might as well have stayed. Part of him wondered if he ought to have played coy during his “interrogation,” and allowed them to erase his mind so they could rid the world of him and his vast knowledge. The entire universe would be better without him, as far as he was concerned. Suicide had crossed his mind rather often in the time he’d spent whilst freed; death was preferable to living with the guilt of his inability to save his best friend, of harming his family to an almost abusive degree, of abandoning them all again and leaving them to likely suffer from the same abandonment issues that Beth had.]

[Why had he escaped in the first place? Perhaps it was spite – a vengeful desire to eradicate the Galactic Federation after murdering his closest friend – or perhaps he somehow felt the need to atone, to fix what he’d irreparably broken. Yet, now that he was roaming the universe, the question struck him – what could he fix? Revealing himself to his family would merely do more damage in the long run, especially if he found it inevitable to leave them again, and a simple dimension swap wouldn’t resolve the innumerable issues he’d encountered with his family. Morty would likely prefer his absence to his presence, anyway, and though other Ricks would easily find themselves capable of leaving their immediate family behind, this version of himself couldn’t. He was feeble, frail compared to the others, allowing emotions and care to dominate him; that would be his downfall.]

[Over a year had passed by the time he eventually decided to show his face…or, at the very least, revisit the Smith home, given that he was uncertain whether his family even inhabited it anymore. A dismal sense of defeat dwelled within him as he explored the home, finding it entirely deserted; perhaps it was inevitable to discover that they were missing, that they wanted nothing to do with the grandfather anymore (as evidenced by the various photos of him still scattered throughout the house, most of which displayed empty space where his face formerly lingered). That defeat gradually shifted into a hollow feeling that spread outward from his chest, his heart sinking as any hope of reconciling with his family diminished. Instinctively, he made his way to the final “room” of the house, one with the least likelihood of containing any family of his.]

[Shakily, the grandfather opened the door; the garage wasn’t emptied, but it had been organized, various gadgets of his boxed up as though the family planned to move it with them, or perhaps store it somewhere, only to give up halfway. However, his eyes weren’t drawn to them – instead, his gaze met an eyepatched Morty, lingering in the former laboratory, one he unfortunately recognized thanks to his necessary investigation into an “evil Rick.” He froze momentarily, but not out of trepidation; an unbridled rage brewed within him, influenced by his hopelessness and the possibilities that now raced through his mind once he considered what this Morty might have been up to. His presence couldn’t be mere coincidence. The family’s evacuation from the home, the distorted photographs, the fact that he was ransacking the grandfather’s garage. A worst-case scenario of an assumption presented itself in his mind, one he was incapable of refuting – this Morty had raided his family’s home, and…and…]

[Perhaps even murdered them. The ones he held so dear, obliviated thanks to a selfish, bastardized version of the grandson he’d fucking cherished. His DAUGHTER. His GRANDCHILDREN – his GRANDSON. They…could be DEAD. It might be too fucking late for him to repair any damage he’d done, and his late appearance had likely caused it. One of his hands balled itself into a tightened fist, nails digging viciously into his palm, his grip so intense that it whitened his knuckles; the other hand reached into his coat’s pocket, swiping a laser pistol from within, and hurriedly positioned it in a direct aim at the Morty’s head. The only possibility could be that this motherfucker had murdered his family in cold blood – yet, he hesitated to shoot, even in his infuriated condition. This was a…Morty, a horrific and vicious version of him, but a Morty nonetheless. His likeness to his own grandson was likely what held him back – and he despised himself for his fucking weakness. A guttural growl resounded from him, rather than the fury-induced scream he’d fought to conceal, as he questioned the malevolent bastard.]

What the hell did you DO to them? You – You…you MONSTER! I-I’ll – I… [“I’ll kill you” was his implication – and he had every intent to do so, but his damned feelings prevented him from even voicing the thought.]

How long had it been since Morty had been ‘home’? If he were any other version of himself, the answer would likely be ‘too long’. After all, surely Morty missed his family. Surely he missed the familiarity of the dimension he’d so ruthlessly claimed as his own alongside his merciless grandfather and, of course, the family home. Didn’t he miss the house he’d grown up in? Where he’d learned his first words- lost his first tooth? Where his life had changed forever the second a man from the stars had come crashing on their doorstep, offering Morty things he could only ever dream of?

Yeah right. What a fucking J O K E.

This whole dimension had gone to shit, but this house might be the worst place of them all. In fact, if all went according to plan, this would be the last time Morty would have to set foot in any version this hellhole. And it was a hellhole. It’d always been, of course, but it had only gotten worse over the course of the last year or so. Looking back on it, watching how QUICKLY it had deteriorated without Rick- without a man they’d all been FINE without a few years previously- it was almost funny. They had all been so dependent. And for what? For a man who would abandon them in an instant, should it suit him. For a man who DID abandon them.

And he had abandoned them.

Morty hadn’t always thought so, of course. The second he was informed that his grandfather- no, the man didn’t deserve to be called that anymore. The second Morty had been informed that the high and mighty Rick Sanchez of Earth Dimension C-137 was in the custody of the galactic federation, he’d felt bad for resenting him for what he’d done. He’d turned himself in, after all! All to save the family! Oh, how heroic. And how quickly Morty was to change his mind about that.

He didn’t care about the family’s well being at all. No, he was just a COWARD. It was just easier to turn himself in than to deal with providing for his family- than to deal with the people he’d twisted into small, pathetic co-dependent beings only to get BORED of them the second things took a wrong turn.

No. Rick Sanchez was no hero. Then again, neither was Morty.

In a way, maybe Morty out to be grateful towards the man. After all, it was his abandonment that had allowed the boy to develop into the person he was now. It was all thanks to Rick that he was finally FLOURISHING. But no. Not an inkling of thankfulness was extended towards that bastard. What had once been a childish admiration had long since rotted into a desolate hatred, and once he was done here, he’d never have to think about that bastard ever again.

It was no surprise to find the family home abandoned- RAVAGED. What the federation hadn’t ruined, that miserable family of his had. It was almost poetic, in a way. They had strived so long and hard trying to convince themselves that they were okay without Rick, while Morty was the only one who actively tried to get him back, and the more he tried, the less his family seemed to care. Yet, the second Morty realised his potential- the second he realised that Rick was naught but a relentless famine that had weighed down on their shoulders? That’s when they mourned. And what fools they were for doing so.

A few small “tsk” noises were released as he walked through the remains of the house, laughing at the memorabilia that he’d- that they’d ALL- previously cherished. But that’s not what he was here for. Mementos could rot for all he cared. He was here for something much more valuable. He made his way into the garage, a satisfying “ah” sound escaping his lips. It was pathetic how much the federation had left behind. Of course, that just meant more for him. Not that he particularly cared about Rick’s things.

No, if he were to have any joy with them, it would be in disassembling them- in prying the things the man had worked so long on apart as if they were scrap metal. And to Morty, that’s truly all they were. Parts. Pieces. Nothing here was worth anything. Morty could make things far more brilliant- and had. He wondered, for a moment, how many years it had taken Rick to develop his first portal gun? Even without a reference to work with, Morty had recreated that technology in mere months.

A small “hmm?” was released from his lips, malicious grin spreading across his lips as the door was opened; rather TIMIDLY. Well this was bound to be fun. Who was it? A federation member? One of his kin? Oh, how he’d love to see the terrified face of his father one more time before ENDING the pitiful fool’s life.

His grin dropped only slightly when he recognized the man as a Rick, quickly losing any excitement or thrill he’d found only moments before. Ugh. How TEDIOUS. He’d never killed a Rick before, but he supposed there was a first time for everything, wasn’t there? And he would kill him if it came to that. No one but Morty was getting these leftovers. He deserved them. He’d suffered for them.

A flinch wasn’t given as the gun was held to his head, a single hand coming up in false surrender as another reached for a weapon of his own, hinting to the other that he was in possession of one as he waved it almost playfully behind his back, but not revealing it just yet.

“Oh, what was that? You’ll what? P L E A S E, Rick, speak up, won’t you?” He gave a rather dramatic roll of his eyes, smile widening into one a bit more malice. Maybe this would be fun. He didn’t know which dimension this asshole was from, but he was clearly INTIMIDATED by Morty’s presence, and that in itself was DELECTABLE. “Stuttering like that makes you sound an awful lot like this sad little boy I once knew. But you know what happened to him, don’t you? I k i l l e d him. And unlike a certain someone, I can say that word without choking up.”

[Rick recognized the identity of this Morty; or, at least, he knew who he associated with that damned eyepatch. His fellow Ricks, dumbshits involved with the council whom had spitefully informed him of the investigation’s results, noted that the version of Rick they’d hunted down was being controlled remotely. At the time, the grandfather had his suspicions – that Rick’s behavior was irrefutably Morty-esque and immature, not to mention that a majority of his ramblings involved how not a single Rick genuinely cared about their sidekick and grandson – but this encounter essentially confirmed it. The murderer still roaming the galaxy, traversing multiple realities without a hint of remorse, still intent on acting upon the grudge he held against the man whom had revealed it to him. His trigger finger trembled, entirely tempted to end this confrontation, though he knew fully well that he wouldn’t.]

[The evil “Rick” did have a point, after all; with the endless list of injustices inflicted upon most Ricks in their individual timelines, none of them could entrust themselves with attachment, with caring about human beings who were ultimately replaceable. Attachment was equivalent to vulnerability, and allowing themselves to care would merely result in their paranoia being justified. When Bird Person had ruthlessly been murdered by an agent of the Galactic Federation, Rick had sworn never to trust anyone ever again – and yet, even that breaking point of his had its restrictions. No matter what, he found himself incapable of disregarding his family, although he ought to view them as entirely expendable; granted, he’d abandoned one of his countless daughters in a timeline overrun by mutants, but perhaps his trust merely extended to his sidekick. Morty, the grandson he’d gradually grown fond of over the years, despite each inherent aspect of his deeply-seeded mistrust and avoidance refuting those feelings. Why else would he have only included Morty when he swapped dimensions? Why else would he find himself teary-eyed at the thought of losing him?]

[…Losing him…ironically, in his callous attempt to evade his family in order to “protect” them, he might have lost them at the hands of an alternate version of his grandson. One whom had evidently endured enough, and grown so sick of it that he’d retaliated with bloodshed and the torture of his fellow Morties. A grimace contorted the grandfather’s features, desperately wishing that he could be a decent enough human being to avenge his own goddamn family, but part of him wouldn’t…feel justified in doing so, not when it meant ending the life of his grandson. Another version of him, one which felt no mercy, no remorse, but a version of him nonetheless.]

[Rick hadn’t seen his own grandchild’s face in over a year; the face of his partner in crime, whom he cherished enough to sacrifice himself or others for. He could have ignored the tears his grandson had shed after exiting the bathroom of that tavern, or refused to attain vengeance by shooting the bastard that assaulted him; he could have left Morty behind in the “Cronenberg” dimension; he could very well have left Morty stranded in a void of a shattered reality with cats that were and weren’t Schrodinger’s; there were numerous opportunities for him to abandon the child, but he’d stuck around no matter the tension in their relationship. Perhaps he couldn’t accept that the one goddamn person he’d cherished so dearly that he would sacrifice everything for them had been killed – perhaps he couldn’t differentiate this Morty from his own, despite the evident differences in their attitudes. His grandson was an insecure piece of shit; this Morty was an arrogant, ruthless killer.]

[Perhaps he wanted to sustain a conversation with anyone resembling his grandchild, even if it resulted in his death – it wasn’t as though an event in this confrontation would result in him attaining the guts to pull the trigger.] [Weary eyes squinted slightly upon noticing the object that the Morty was dangling around behind him, managing to hide the object, yet provide a threat nonetheless. Of course, at this point, Rick didn’t give a damn about whatever harm came to him – he wanted fucking answers, closure, even if he learned that the family he’d desired to revisit and reconcile with was no longer around, but he didn’t care if he earned a death in the process. He was inching closer to death with every passing second – he had methods of preventing it, but the more he stuck around, the less he was willing to lengthen his lifespan, especially with the newly presented possibility that his family was dead.]

[Jesus. He’d endured plenty of death in his lifetime, both at his hands and the hands of others – he’d once committed mass genocide on a planetary scale, for that matter – but none of it affected him nearly as much as this single possibility. He’d never experienced the immense horror and despondence that accompanied witnessing his best friend DIE because he couldn’t prevent it; he’d never felt the overpowering despair that accompanied the possibility that his family was gone, thanks to him avoiding them for such an extended period.]

[His spare hand gradually raised itself to grip the gun, as though attaching both of them to his current weapon would amplify the threat, gritting his teeth at the Morty’s smug attitude. He realized that he currently held the upper hand, even remarking upon the grandfather’s evident dismay and how closely it resembled…]

[…His grandson’s. Not this bastard’s, but the grandson that this – this monster had proudly claimed to have killed. Every ounce of his being urged him to pull the damned trigger. Learning that his Morty was deceased instilled him with unparalleled exasperation, and yet he couldn’t lash out at another version of him. It was fucking PATHETIC. He truly was frail for being unable to set aside his affection.]

I’ll KILL you! [Although they were shouted, the words held no meaning; they were utterly useless, a fruitless attempt to intimidate him. He followed with demeaning statements, most of which merely spoken to express his fervent rage in the absence of his ability to react violently.] Y-You hear me!? If you laid a fucking finger on them, I’ll end your worthless fucking existence! No universe would miss a Morty like you – a goddamn bastard child who rebelled by killing everything around him!

Oh, yes. He’d been right to begin with. This WAS going to be fun! The pitiful man in front of him was no Rick; he was nothing but a shadow of the man he once was. He was showing every weakness in the book- making every mistake that people like him never did. Every mistake that his kind would surely OUTCAST him for. And yet he continued to threaten Morty? Surely, he must see how futile that was. He knew Ricks were a bit stubborn in accepting that their grandsons could pose any sort of threat to them, of course, but this was a bit much, even for a Rick.

His malicious grin only widened when a second hand was brought up to the man’s gun, as if that would aid him in pulling the trigger when it should be painfully obvious to Rick that such an event wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Honestly, his inability here was pretty pathetic, not to mention the ATROCIOUS acting. Was he honestly acting as if he cared what became of the family here? It wasn’t as if it was his family. When had ANY Rick EVER cared about people that were so easily replaceable, anyhow? No, Morty could assume that the ANGUISH presented was for his sake- a last effort for a Rick to manipulate a Morty into doing his bidding, but he wasn’t going to fall for that. How could he? He was better now, and better than this sad man before him, too.

Yet, the look in the man’s eyes intrigued him, as a child might be intrigued watching a fish flail helplessly around on the land, knowing that it would die within minutes, but far too excited to see something new to care about the death of such a lowly creature. He wanted to know MORE- wanted to know why this man was so hesitant to pull the trigger and why he cared so much about anything in this dimension. There were an infinite number of dimensions he could find spare family members in, but he’d picked this one and was so DISTRAUGHT when things didn’t turn out his way.

A small chuckle was released at the man’s last statements. Perhaps he was giving the guy too much credit. Perhaps he was a weaker breed of Rick- one that truly did care. Well, one that lied to himself that he did, anyway. How TRAGIC.

“You think I ruined this family? *Me*?” He paused for a moment, allowing himself to openly laugh with his entire body for several solid seconds, cutting himself off with an obnoxious sort of snorting sound that only someone who was genuinely amused could make. He shrugged and shook his head, holding out both arms which revealed a rather advanced looking laser pistol that he’d been holding behind his back, but he simply set it aside on his Rick’s old, dusted work table before he closed the distance between him and his latest playmate, standing close enough for him to feel the point of Rick’s weapon against his forehead.

“_Jeez, G R A M P A, you really are a dumb one. You think a Morty could do something like this? We’re useless, remember? SHIELDS and CANNON FODDER for almighty GENIUSES like you. No, Rick. If you’re looking for someone to blame, try looking in a mirror. The Rick from this dimension? He’s gone._” The cat-like grin from his face faltered ever so slightly, obvious anger flittering in his expression, but he continued smiling nevertheless. “He abandoned them, Rick. Threw them to the side the second they stopped catering to his every need all under a pitiful guise of self sacrifice. So if you’re looking for a new REPLACEMENT FAMILY, you’re about a year and a half too late. I’m all that’s left of this family now.” A small hint to the fate of Rick’s ‘family’ in this dimension; a subtle clue to how Morty had become the way he had, but nothing too obvious. After all, giving him the answers he wanted on a silver platter was no fun at all. Morty wanted to see him BEG for them. He wanted him to suffer the way he had for years.

Truthfully, Morty didn’t know if his parents or sister were alive or not, nor did he care anymore. But if Rick thought Morty had murdered his entire family, well, that would just help instill FEAR in the man; help him cower in the boy’s presence like he ought to.

[This Morty’s amused reaction, followed by his relinquishment of his hidden weapon, did naught to quell the fury within him; eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he didn’t lower his own pistol, even if it was acting as a pointless accessory at this point. Setting it aside now would merely prove his own fragility, provide a shred of evidence that he cared – besides, it was likely that this version of his grandson had certain tricks up his sleeve. Even without the pistol he’d been playfully waving around behind his back, he’d likely be equipped with a variety of other armaments that he wouldn’t hesitate to utilize. Better to pretend that he had some sort of “upper hand” here, even if he truly didn’t.]

[His following words struck a chord within the grandfather; particularly, hearing “grampa” once more, mockingly, from a version of his grandchild that might have massacred all he cared about on this godforsaken planet – in this godforsaken universe. The eyepatched Morty proceeded to insist upon the misconceptions he’d formed regarding the “ideals” of other Ricks – how they considered their own grandsons as nothing but tools, even developing a form of “insurance” should they lose or kill their universe’s Morty – and although such might apply to alternate versions of himself, particularly those who had attained membership with the Council of Ricks, it didn’t ring true for this version of himself. Rick berated himself for his attitude frequently, even considered his irrational attachment to his own grandchild – his family – as “toxic” and “unhealthy,” but the feelings remained with him nevertheless, making this encounter that much more infuriating.]

[Finally, the killer spoke up about the supposed “fate” of this dimension’s Rick; under different circumstances, he’d regard Morty’s ignorance here humorous, but it did force him to wonder – if this version of his grandson was clever enough to support himself in traversing the multiverse, how was it that he was clueless that the Rick standing before him and aiming a trembling pistol at his head was the one from this dimension? Beyond that, there was a tinge of personal resentment in the way his grin faltered, brief as it was. It was as though this Morty wasn’t recalling the fate of an alternate grandfather, but rather, the one he himself had grown up with. Of course, that was mere speculation…but it uneased him regardless.]

[This dimension’s Rick had “abandoned” them under a guise of self-sacrifice? He might have…drifted through the galaxy for months before he dared to return, but it wasn’t spent without intent to do so. Hell, his very reason for crumbling the Galactic Federation was so that he’d be able to rejoin his family without concerning himself or them over being apprehended – yet, his only reason for preventing himself from doing so was out of dread that his presence would further ravage the family’s state. He, in essence, was a pernicious force in his family’s life…and that wouldn’t change, even if he sought to better himself.]

[Then – those final words, “I’m all that’s left of this family,” caused Rick’s animosity to waver – the shaky pistol in his hand lowered, eyes staring in disbelief at the Morty before him, wondering if it was possible for his own Morty to exist right before him. However, this examination of his grandson ceased rather quickly, the pistol now forced up against the child’s head as he internally convinced himself that the little bastard was utilizing manipulation now…even if he didn’t even recognize that this Rick was from this dimension.]

YOU’RE all that’s left of this family? D-Don’t give me that shit. I know who you are -- what you are – and you’re not from this dimension. If you were, don’t you think you’d recognize your own damned grandfather? [His expression twitched, aggression instantaneously replaced by dejection, and just as quickly returning to indignation.] I didn’t abandon them. For fuck’s sake, I – I escaped an intergalactic prison to see them again, I wiped out the Federation, a-and I came back to this shit! I wasn’t looking for a REPLACEMENT family. I was looking for MY family. A-And you…you killed them, d-didn’t you!?

Are you really trying to trick me into thinking that YOU’RE my Morty? I’m not nearly as dumb as he is – …was. I’m…not falling for that bullshit.

It was so satisfying to see him falter the way he did- to see any version of the man that had RUINED his life crumple before him. Morty had never really been one for revenge, per se, killing when necessary and when given the chance but not going out of his way to track down and exterminate anyone who had ever wronged him. That would be stupid, after all; a sure way to get caught and KILLED like the previous owner of his eyepatch had. No, if Morty was to take revenge at all, he was clever about it. And he’d W A I T for it as long as he had to. After all, this confrontation was much more satisfying than if he’d hunted down Ricks as his predecessor had.

He knew he would enjoy coming back here, in some sick, twisted way. He HATED this place, of course, but seeing the ruins of the sad, broken life he’d left behind was charming in its own way. It was a reminder of how much he’d changed; how much he’d GROWN. He DESPISED the boy he used to be, hated him with a passion that burned much deeper and brighter than his hatred towards Rick ever could, but reminders of that kid’s DEATH were fantastic- exhilarating.

But he was having more fun in this hovel than he ever could have imagined. Planned revenge was NOTHING compared to the JOY this brought him. He didn’t know what was wrong with this man- what defective dimension he’d crawled out of- but Morty was loving every minute of this interaction. Ironic, really, when you considered how much he hated the old crone. But the company of an enemy was ALWAYS exciting when they acted as pathetically as he was.

The shock- the fear- the DISBELIEF in his expression when Morty announced who he was; it was precious. A small, condescending “aw” escaped his lips, head tilting to the side in mock sympathy as he lowered the gun. Well. That was almost TOO easy. A step backwards was taken, but certainly not out of fear. No, he just wanted to remain eye contact with his prey as he retrieved his weapon- wanted to cherish every pathetic emotion on his features until he breathed his last breath. Because this? Oh, he didn’t want to miss even a MOMENT of t h i s.

Steady hands that were in an obvious contrast to the man’s shaky grip grabbed his pistol, giving a small shrug as he began to raise it in his direction only to freeze once he heard the phrase “your own damned grandfather” escape his lips. His gaze, full of a confident seething HATRED wobbled, brown eyes widening in astonishment- in HORROR- at his words.

“Gr- R... Rick?” His voice came out small and scared. In the moment, it was as if he was still that pathetic little boy, mourning the loss of his grandfather and wishing- PLEADING- that he would come home to them so he didn’t have to live another day without him- his best and only friend. A trembling gaze traced the man’s features. Most Morties might not be able to tell the small differences between Ricks, but Morty had always EXCELLED at that. He made a note of every little feature. They lined up PERFECTLY with those of his own grandfather, but...

He wasn’t... He couldn’t be...

Another step backwards was taken, void of the confidence he’d had only moments before. One hand held his weapon which had lowered itself helplessly to the ground as his other gripped the work table behind him with enough intensity for his knuckle to go white.

“No. Sh-Shut up.” He internally chastised himself for allowing that dreadful STUTTER to come back after working so long and hard to eliminate it from his vocal patterns. His gaze hardened as his body shook with an overwhelming anger, stronger and much more unstable- much more FEEBLE- than his usual seething hatred.

“You’re not. Him.”

[That patronizing “aw” arising from the alternate version of his grandson merely provoked Rick further; he ought to have recognized that such a pathetic fabrication, the insinuation that he was a member of his family, was a simple attempt at forcing him to lower his guard. All he could really do as the child reached for his pistol calmly, the weapon entirely still in his tightened grip (as opposed to quivering in the grandfather’s), was stare with the knowledge that his demise was likely imminent. Frankly, if he did manage to “go out” this way, he couldn’t say that he’d regret it – fuck, wasn’t this the result he had desired throughout his self-imposed exile? He’d always assumed that his death would be at his own hands. If it was at those of his grandson’s instead…even if it was an alternate, bloodthirsty version of him, he might even feel a bit more justified.]

[Answers were what he’d sought, and at this point, he’d obtained them. Dying like the pathetic, emotion-driven version of himself he was might be entirely fitting here. Rather than exhibiting any sort of recalcitrance, or shooting the bastard in an act of self-preservation, an exhausted expression replaced any form of duress on his feature. Perhaps his acceptance of his fate would come across as disappointing to the miniature sociopath, but that wouldn’t matter in the long run, not if his fate was as irrevocably short as it currently seemed.]

[However, the threat to his existence was short-lived; the pistol had been lifted and aimed precisely, but after hearing the grandfather claim to be of this dimension, the Morty froze. The seething, confident, unbridled rage shifted to appalled astonishment once the words sunk in, and momentarily, his demeanor even resembled his own Morty’s.]

[As dismaying as the sight was, the grandfather did little to express his own concern upon witnessing such a significant fracture in the child’s act. Even when Morty faltered, when he comprehended the “gr” preceding the utterance of Rick’s name as an unfinished “grampa,” he refuted every urge to reach out, every temptation to perhaps accept the Morty’s story – if only to somehow connect to someone claiming to be his own grandson again. However, he recognized that it’d be wiser to reject the likely bullshit that this Morty was spewing. There was no ascertaining whether this was an act, and it was better to “be safe than sorry” – to deny any possibility that the child before him was a version of his own grandchild, adversely affected by the grandfather’s absence.]

[Granted, perhaps a portion of his defiance toward a possible truth was because he couldn’t bear the thought that his disappearance would have affected his own grandchild in such a manner. Hell, he had assumed that this was the perpetrator of the Rick murders that they’d been inadvertently forced to solve – this version of his grandson didn’t strike him as anything but a ruthless killer. Beyond that, the child proclaimed that his Rick had entirely abandoned them – when such evidently hadn’t been the case. In the year that had passed, had he deluded himself to the point of convincing himself that the grandfather had no motive to protect them? That his self-induced imprisonment was merely for self-gain?]

[It felt impossible that a child this distorted could be his own grandson, from their reality. It…didn’t feel real, and yet it was…unfortunately plausible.]

[As Morty stepped back, entirely dismissive of the grandfather’s claims as he lowered his weapon and gripped the workbench behind him, Rick offered a dejected and frustrated sigh. It’d provide a significant disadvantage, not to mention rid him of any potential self-defense, but he tucked his own pistol back into his pocket. It was better than clinging to some false shred of hope that he’d somehow bring himself to resort to violence against a Morty – one that claimed to be his own grandson, even if the grandfather had ultimately decided against the accuracy of such an assertion.]

Yeah? And how would you know? [His tone was substantially more condescending than previously, as though he was regaining the confidence that he’d lost the moment he’d begun facing off with a Morty who would easily murder him without a second thought. Rick was satiated with the response he’d received toward the condition of his family; it was more faithful than any other nonsense this Morty had spouted, even if it resulted in naught but the grandfather’s aggravation and contempt placed both upon himself and this Morty. He had his answers, so it didn’t matter whether he retaliated here – in all likelihood, no matter what he ultimately decided upon with regard to this confrontation, he would die. It was simply a matter of whether it was at this Morty’s hand or his own. Nothing here would matter.]

Seems more like you don’t know jack-shit about this reality. I didn’t abandon shit, and if you really were part of the family I left behind, you’d recognize that, right? I’m no idiot. You can act like you’re my grandkid all you want, but I’m not gonna – gonna fall for the manipulation you’re going for here.

[Crossing his arms with his usual mien of arrogance, he continued, one of his hands briefly lifting themselves to gesture for the Morty to come toward him and attack if he could bring himself to.]

Hey, you took every other goddamn thing from me, from my gadgets to my FAMILY. You wanna finish the job and kill me, go ahead. You’re obviously not my Morty, and I’ve got nothing left without him. Prove how “independent” you are and pull the trigger, asshole, if you’ve got the guts.

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my fav sw au is ‘everything’s the same but anakin can hear the soundtrack’ 

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

★ NAME Seelie (bo beelie) ★ PRONOUNS they/she/any ★ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION Discord~ Cause tumblr ims are fucky wucky and I can send my meme emojis on discord ★ NAME OF MUSE(S) Uh. Yes. Most active? Traveller Twins, Kujou Sara, Sandrone (Also, Mun of @kabvra-ya and @dollctten)

★ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?) Uhhhhhhhhhhhh I'd say since I was a teen so? Probably around 12 ish years?

★ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED tumblr, discord, skype, fucking dark spyro chatrooms, ---club penguin??? They were dark times.

★ BEST EXPERIENCE My best experience so far was when I was in a big OW comunity on skype, some of them I am still friends with to this day granted we don't talk much anymore. It was just a lot of fun and chaos.

★ RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS Dash drama or just drama in general. Negativity or vent posts not under readmores/untagged. Not deleting tbd posts. Untrimmed posts. Ship discourse. Elitism (generally thinking that people are better than others due to writing styles, layouts, edits and graphics). Pressure to be replying constantly or at the same speed as a rp partner. People shitting on others for wanting to only write certain dynamics (eg. shipping focus or storyline focus blogs.)

★ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT ALL. Fluff/Angst > Smut tho, mainly cause I get flustered easily in regards to smut and I just enjoy writing out character interactions and dynamics a lot

★ PLOTS OR MEMES I prefer plotting first just to get a basis on how our characters may interact and vibe with one another before just.. Throwing them out into the ocean. Memes are typically more for fun/not to turn into threads or for people I have plotted with

★ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES It really depends on my mood and how much my partner writes. I feel painfully obligated to match my partners length in replies due to getting one para'd so many times when I write out long-ass stuff in the past.. It sucks! So yeah.

★ BEST TIME TO WRITE Late at night is typically when my hyperfocus/random insomnia seems to kick into gear. It's also when most people are asleep or just waking up so I don't get distracted by others chatting with me.

★ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) I have so many muses that all have very different personalities so- it's hard to say no? I'm sure I am like some of them in some ways. Though, I have been told that I am pretty much a mixture of Hu Tao and Bennett rolled into one. Mischievous, fun-loving and puppy-like.

tagged by @rosemourne ♥!! ILY GOOSE BESTIE tagging nobody; I posted this super late and feel embarrassed because of it. Cnbf tagging anyone. Please steal

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it’s ur local pee oh cee of color

[anorablespark]

friendly reminder that if you give Nora the chance to tell your muse pick up lines that she will do it she’s terrible

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    starter  call  for  a  brand  new  thing  (  v;  shadows  underneath  )   !    if  you  need  any  info  on  the  verse,  please  hit  me  up  on  skype   !   i’m  off  to  watch  fargo  but  these  will  probably  be  posted  tomorrow.

[askpapaemeritusii]

[ okay but where the fuCK is Say10 already. this would've been a p decent day if we got at least some info on the album, but at the same time Manson is such a piece of shit this doesn't surprise me v much. ]

[gvntk]

gonna be off for majority of the day cause superbowl @ the cousin's. i'll try to sneak my laptop w/me. but until then -- im stuck w/ ohana. sorry guuuyyyys.

[ears-off]

Alright, I spent sometime working on drafts, they are all saved for now. But I had to stop because it is time for me to go to bed. I’ll be back after work to finish up things. But on the bright side I have a three day weekend starting Friday. Which means I can be on tumblr.

[anorablespark]

mya: josie bby go to sleep me: i laid down to go to sleep but started reading soulmate au stuff instead and i have an idea for something in my min d i c r y me: like i think im literally crying-- that could either e from the idea or the fact that i just realized that if im still awake in like 3 hours that i will have been awake for 24 hours me: why t h i s

so this just happened and i think im still cryin g

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YGO - In Plain Sight - Outline

Thanks to @brooklynhype‘s prompt (“When does Jounouchi say ‘I love you’ back?”) and also encouragement (along with @severalbakuras’ encouragement), I’ve decided to share an outline I wrote up aaaages ago (like, two years ago) for a longfic showing exactly how Yuugi and Jounouchi’s relationship progresses to the romantic stage. This fic takes place when Yuugi and Jounouchi are ~22/23, in the post-canon headcanon I have where they ended up getting an apartment together when they were ~18/19 that was close to Yuugi’s university. I’ll still write this fic someday, and I’ve already written parts of it (which will be linked within). It may take a while, but I’ll still get to it someday. Someday . . . (Though that said, if you want to draw art just based on this, by all means, please do.)

That said . . . have a very detailed outline below the cut.

Chapter 1 --- April

Yuugi has lunch with Kisugi and Shiori; Shiori assumes that Yuugi and Jounouchi are a couple, and he assures her (and Kisugi) that they are not, but this gets him thinking about how he felt when she assumed that

Yuugi and Jounouchi watch a movie cuddled up (kind of—each one has a head on an armrest, Yuugi is sprawled across/on top of Jounouchi) on the couch; it’s not romantic but Yuugi can’t stop thinking about how it looks/what it feels like; Jounouchi goes to work (it’s late) and Yuugi falls asleep playing 3DS on the couch

Yuugi does not know this, but when Jounouchi gets home and sees Yuugi sleeping on the couch, Jounouchi carries him to bed

The next morning, Yuugi realizes Jounouchi carried him to bed (maybe?), and he makes coffee for Jounouchi, which wakes Jounouchi up; Yuugi brings up plans for after graduation and mentions he might apply to Nintendo, in Kyoto; Jounouchi tells him he should do that, after saying that he (Jounouchi) doesn’t know what he wants to do, and Yuugi bails

Yuugi ponders over his own feelings, that he doesn’t want to leave Jounouchi necessarily, that he doesn’t want Jounouchi to leave him, or maybe that he’s upset because it seems like Jounouchi doesn’t care as much? He’s distracted enough that he misses his train and opts against going to class. It’s the last day of the school week so after a few hours he decides to go his grandpa’s for the weekend to clear his head

He still ends up being distracted by recurring thoughts of Jounouchi; after talking with his mom (and his mom pressuring him about do this, do that, have you found a gf yet) he decides to ask out Mina since Kisugi mentioned that she was interested in him before

Yuugi successfully asks Mina to a carnival that’s in town the following weekend; when he tells Jounouchi this Jounouchi is very congratulatory and tells Yuugi to give him all the details of their date and Yuugi doesn’t really know how to feel about this

On their date, Yuugi thinks Mina looks very pretty, but throughout the date his heart isn’t really in it and he can’t help but thinking that he and Jounouchi would be doing this-or-that instead if he’d gone (and then he wonders if he’d have liked to go with Anzu as well, thinks probably, but Jounouchi was at the forefront of his mind); at the end Mina says she had a nice time and Yuugi says he did, too . . . but he thinks probably it’s not going to work out between them. Mina is hurt but Yuugi figures it’s better if he’s honest

When he gets home, Jounouchi asks how the date went, Yuugi said it’s over and Jounouchi says he’s sorry; Yuugi points out the carnival will be in town the next day as well and asks Jounouchi if he wants to go, to which Jounouchi says yeah, sure, and Yuugi is pretty happy about it, though he is determined to see this as just any other time of them hanging out

Throughout the next night at the carnival he can’t stop comparing it to how things were with Mina the previous night; things just get more confusing when they’re walking home and Jounouchi throws an arm around his shoulders; this never bothered him before, so why does it bother him now?? Yuugi can’t figure it out, things are 100% too confusing; he resolves to ask for help

Chapter 2 --- May

Yuugi’s main experiences in the areas of romance come in the form of 1.) his crush on Anzu, and 2.) porn videos, which are not informative at all. He tries to compare what he feels to Jounouchi to what he felt for Anzu, but the feelings are different (he thinks) and he’s honestly not sure if he still has feelings for Anzu or not given that she’s lived halfway around the world for the past few years, so it’s honestly pretty confusing in that regard, too

He tries to talk to Anzu on Skype to see if he can settle whether or not he has feelings for her; whether or not he succeeds (like, if she’s available) is tbd

Yuugi tries to ask his mom what it felt like when she fell in love with his dad; this conversation goes nowhere fast because she’s more invested on who he might be in love with rather than what love feels like

His grandpa doesn’t help by very nearly bringing up the porn tapes in front of Yuugi’s mom (“I bet I can guess who it is, I know from those tapes you have a ty—” “Grandpa!!”)

Many people at university now resent Yuugi for “playing” Mina and breaking her heart; more like they’re spreading gossip about him doing just that; Yuugi has to decide on his senior overview project and what it’s going to be

While eating lunch with Shiori and Kisugi (above bullet point comes into play here), Jounouchi shows up on a surprise visit because his shift at the radio station ended early that day for whatever reason; Kisugi flirts with Jounouchi, Jounouchi shoots him down, Shiori gives many meaningful looks to Yuugi and asks him again if he’s sure when Jounouchi leaves; Yuugi is not sure of anything tbh

That night Jounouchi ends up making dinner again (okonomiyaki—so nothing too fancy, but still good), and they make cookies and play Mario Kart or some other game and it’s really, really great night and Yuugi enjoys himself a lot—but again, confusing, because this is really domestic but?? Normal???

The next day he goes to Bakura’s for advice; Bakura says he’s not the best for advice because he’s aromantic so this isn’t really his area, but they talk for awhile and eventually Yuugi comes to the conclusion that he really, really, really cares for Jounouchi, obviously he loves him . . . but love doesn’t necessarily mean IN love . . . it’s different from how he felt about Anzu, like, it’s not like he has wet dreams about Jounouchi, but he thinks maybe he would like kissing him? Or he’d like to try. But mostly it’s that yeah, he loves him . . . he’s happy being with him, and being with Jounouchi makes him feel . . . safe? Secure? Warm? Happy? Like, it’s right, like this is how things are supposed to be, and living with him has been great. And whenever he thinks about not living with him in a year or whatever if he has to move to Kyoto for work or whatever he starts to feel anxious and unhappy, but it’s worse thinking that Jounouchi is okay with that, because Yuugi doesn’t want to leave but he also doesn’t want to stay if Jounouchi doesn’t want him to. And through all this ramble one thing becomes clear: Yuugi is for defo sure in srs love with Jounouchi; the question is: what does he do about it?

Chapter 3 --- June / July

Yuugi does nothing about it at first, continues to try and sort his feelings; he has started getting job offers for when he graduates in March (Jounouchi is not surprised by this, Yuugi feels a bit overwhelmed, esp because he hasn’t even done his senior overview yet wtf), but he doesn’t know what to do with them because he doesn’t know if he wants to leave Domino or not

The Tanabata festival is coming up; there is a celebration going on at Yuugi’s university, but also a big festival going on down at the docks; Jounouchi says that he’s going to that one because station management has asked him to make a video about it (sort of like a vlog, Jounouchi says) for the website, and he asks Yuugi to go with him; Yuugi says yes because of course he does, esp because he was going to celebrate Tanabata anyway

They are both a bit uncomfortable because it’s down near the docks, near where they had their duel, but it’s easier if they’re with each other and Jounouchi is good about fooling around with the camera for the vlog

Yuugi’s wish on the tanzaku (wish tag) that he hangs on the festival tree is something to the effect of “I wish for my future to work out, and for Jounouchi-kun to be part of it”

Jounouchi also writes a wish on the tanzaku (it’s bad luck not to and he’s superstitious anyway) but Yuugi does not know what it is

KaibaCorp was hosting some of the entertainment at the festival and so they run into Mokuba, who is in charge of that sort of thing (given that he is better at PR than Seto); Shizuka is there bc she wanted to surprise Jounouchi & also Mokuba invited her; they also run into Honda and Bakura as both came down to celebrate as well

They stay and watch as the festival tree is set out to sea and lit on fire at festival’s end

Shizuka stays the night after Tanabata, and because Jounouchi does not want his baby sis having to sleep on the couch, he has her take his bed; he plans to sleep on the couch, but Yuugi casually suggests they share his bed instead, and Jounouchi sees no problem with it once he’s sure they can both fit, so Yuugi’s pretty happy (even if his heart is beating ten thousand miles a minute)

The next morning, Shizuka is rather surprised to see her brother emerging from Yuugi’s room, and she starts to ask him, “Are you---?” before she decides against it; Jounouchi asks her what she was about to ask, and she says it’s nothing, so he threatens to tickle it out of her, and they get into an impromptu wrestling / tickling match, but she still never says anything, and Yuugi (who witnessed this) wonders what she thinks, and if she’s thinking what he thinks she’s thinking, and if she is, what she thinks the chances are of Jounouchi feeling the same way as him, then

Yuugi has final exams for the spring semester, which are pretty stressful, so they distract him from things for a time after Tanabata, but Jounouchi helps him through his finals

Within a day or so of Yuugi’s finals wrapping up and summer vacay starting, Jounouchi announces that the radio station offered him a permanent position as a radio co-host—on a trial basis but w/e, point is they were impressed by his vlog and how many hits it got so like??? He’s got a real job now, provided he makes it through the trial run of August, go him

Yuugi is super happy for Jounouchi, but this also means that Jounouchi will probably absolutely have to stay in Domino, so . . . that complicates things, frick

Chapter 4 --- August

Yuugi decides on his senior overview finally: it will be a largely text based adventure game in which the protagonist has to successfully avert the end of the world, albeit the end of the world is really a metaphor for the protagonist’s own life, with multiple endings

Since it is summer break for Yuugi and Honda, they agree that they’d like to take a vacation, only that is hard given that Bakura is pretty broke, and Jounouchi has to work; they decide that they’ll take mini vacations over each weekend in August since Jounouchi doesn’t work on weekends; since none of them have a lot of money, ultimately they settle on one four day weekend trip to Hokkaido

In Hokkaido:

Failed attempts at surfing, Honda and Jounouchi try to bury each other in the sand

They can’t afford hotels so they end up camping out on the beach and brought tents for this purpose

See some bikini clad ladies, and Yuugi, Jounouchi, and Honda all find them attractive while Bakura is just like “ok, you do that, I’m going to go get some ice cream”; Yuugi finds the ladies really attractive, but it’s seeing that and knowing he doesn’t feel the urge to go flirt or anything that lets him know his feelings are legit

Spooky stories around the campfire to Jounouchi’s dismay; Bakura is devious and tells extra spooky stories because he knows that Jounouchi and Yuugi are sharing a tent

Yuugi and Jounouchi share a tent; Yuugi innocently asks if Jounouchi is okay and Jounouchi says that ofc he is, everything is cool, but strange spooky noises are heard outside of the tent and so Yuugi “sacrifices” by sleeping closer and Jounouchi says that ofc he’ll keep Yuugi safe and hugs him close—for Yuugi’s benefit ofc

The spooky sounds were Bakura, that devious lil thing

Other summer shenanigans as they crop up maybe: impromptu beach volleyball tournament? Other beach games they can’t resist playing (Yuugi and Bakura especially)? Things like that

When they get back from Hokkaido Yuugi tries to tell Jounouchi how he feels, but chickens out at the last second and they go to bed

Chapter 5 --- September

School has started again and Yuugi presents his senior overview project idea to his advisor, who thinks it is a bit cliché; Yuugi is hurt and put-out by this but resolves to try and find a new idea

People at school have heard Jounouchi on the radio and Shiori and Kisugi approach Yuugi about it, to ask him what is up; specifically Shiori wants to know if this means Jounouchi is staying in Domino, has Yuugi thought about his options, has Yuugi talked to him? And she knows that they’re not dating, she knows it, but she figures, they’re still roommates, this is still probably something they should—but Yuugi cuts her off and says no, no, but he will, soon. Probably.

Since Jounouchi lasted the entire month of August and proved to be very adept at what he does, he’s officially an official radio host now at the station, congrats, go him. They officially slot him in at the mid-morning/afternoon show, and while they considered giving him a co-host at first they’ve decided against it, ultimately, because he talks enough for two people

That night, Jounouchi and Yuugi talk Yuugi’s career options again (discuss him leaving Domino, him staying in Domino, working for KaibaCorp etc), and this segues into Yuugi finally confessing how he feels in a roundabout way, and they talk about it; Jounouchi says that he can’t return Yuugi’s feelings, but he also promises that ofc they’re still best friends even if they’re not going to start dating, Yuugi is Yuugi etc; Yuugi is relieved but he still feels deep disappointment because ultimately his feelings weren’t returned (or so he thinks)

When he wakes up the next morning Jounouchi is already gone; Yuugi tries not to read into it and goes to class; Shiori and Kisugi ask what’s up, and Yuugi kind of wants to tell them, but opts against it; it’s hard to concentrate in class and he still doesn’t have a new idea for his senior overview

At work, Jounouchi (POV switch!) has a hard time concentrating on the radio; he manages to get through the show all right, except halfway through he starts rambling about unexpected changes and what to do when you’re in a jam like that and etc etc he ends up turning it into an extended Duel Monsters metaphor and caps off the entire thing by telling his listeners that sometimes they just have to take trap cards as they come and use a luck card to pull it through, only too bad luck cards don’t’ work in real life, right? Station management does not know wtf is up with this and they send him home and tell him to pls feel better tomorrow; Jounouchi texts Honda to tell him he’s coming to visit for a time (also texts Yuugi to let him know he’s going to Honda’s and says it’s bc Honda needs help with something, but he’s vague about what that something is)

Jounouchi tells Honda that this must keep this secret under threat of pain of death, but that Yuugi told him that he loved him; they talk about this for a long while, Jounouchi ends up spending the night; the next day before he leaves he resolves he’s going to be super careful from now on because he doesn’t want to lead Yuugi on or anything

This is where things get hard.

Chapter 6 --- October

Things are awkward in the apartment; Jounouchi is often out later, and when they are at home together there isn’t the same level of comfort they had before (e.g. no cuddling on the couch during movies)

Yuugi invites Jounouchi out to the arcade (“you know, just to hang out”) on a Saturday, and they go, and as they’re walking home Jounouchi goes to sling an arm around Yuugi’s shoulders—only to quickly pull it back and apologize, which makes the whole thing super awkward but really makes Yuugi feel like the world just split in two; Yuugi makes up an excuse about something he remembers he had to do and bails

Yuugi goes to Bakura’s and is basically already crying when Bakura opens the door (“I ruined everything”) and tries to seek counsel, but it’s hard because things are different and awkward and distant now and Yuugi doesn’t know what to do

Jounouchi calls Honda because he can tell he really hurt Yuugi pretty badly and he doesn’t know what to do either, because aren’t things better this way?? He doesn’t want to lead him on or make things harder, but is this a damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t??? (“Because it’s not like we can be together—” “Why can’t you?” “Why do you think? I can’t---I’m not gonna spell it out for you right now”)

Yuugi gets home that night, things are super awkward, sort of a “I’m sorry about before” “yeah no it’s ok” kind of situation; Yuugi excuses himself to go work on his senior overview and Jounouchi goes to his room to play guitar; both doors are shut (they were always open before) and both boys are unhappy

KaibaCorp hosts a Halloween event in the city that is basically like a fear trial utilizing their virtual reality/hologram technology in a massive complex supposedly built for this purpose (really it was an old weapons facility but shh no need to let anyone know this); the station sends Jounouchi to go vlog it like before much to his dismay, and when he tells Yuugi he asks if maybe Yuugi wants to go, and Yuugi excitedly says yes before he says, well, Bakura was already going because he helped with some of the ideas (“great” Jounouchi says, even less enthused than before), so the three of them can go together

At the fear trial event thing:

Bakura speaks with Mokuba beforehand to make things extra frightening for Jounouchi (unknown if this shown or will be referenced later, we’ll see)

The entire thing is actually underground in specifically designed tunnels and the like; each tunnel is fitted with holographic technology and the holograms and such adjust as guests wander through

Mokuba is present at the event again because, again, PR

As they go through things start out OK until the jump scares start in with demons and ghosts and things; there’s a particularly bad one at a three way split, and on pure instinct Jounouchi bolts down one corridor while Yuugi went down the other (and Bakura wondered which one he should pursue)

As they’re separated, Jounouchi tries to find Yuugi again while trying to explain himself to the camera, and spends a lot of time running; he ends up finding Yuugi again at another point in the maze, and it looks like Yuugi is being harassed by a big group of dudes

Jounouchi immediately rushes in to his defense, about to whoop some serious ass, but 1.) they’re holograms and 2.) they shift to demons whenever Jounouchi gets there, so he grabs Yuugi’s wrist and takes off running again

When they reach some distance away Jounouchi makes sure Yuugi’s all right, and Yuugi reminds him that everything’s a hologram, but they lost Bakura; Jounouchi is like “oh, right” and they go to look for Bakura

Everything feels normal as they battle their way through the underground maze; at one point they’re assaulted by Duel Monsters holograms and at another they have to avoid illusions of falling CapMon capsules (like Penalty Games, eh?)

It soon becomes apparent that to escape the maze (or maybe they knew from the start) they actually have to battle and play a game that is part riddle and part logic; KaibaCorp is a gaming company after all

When the event is over and Jounouchi and Yuugi go home together, it’s in silence, and it seems like maybe, tentatively, they just . . . won’t discuss Yuugi’s feelings, or Jounouchi’s feelings, or anything like that; things are still a little awkward but before anything can be discussed Jounouchi says he needs to transfer the video to station management for editing, and Yuugi says yeah, he needs to work on his senior overview; once again they’re in their own rooms, doors shut

Chapter 7 --- November

Yuugi has another meeting with his senior overview adviser to discuss his project; he starts throwing out random ideas like “maybe something with time travel so the player can fix their mistakes” (but cuts back on that because “no, that’s too much like Braid”) and basically throws out random ideas until, wishing that he had Atem to talk to about this whole mess with Jounouchi, he says, “what if the player has an alter ego they can switch to in order to skip over hard parts in the game for them, only in so doing they make the game longer every time they do it because they’re not actually clearing the obstacles themselves” and his adviser is like “I’m listening”

Jounouchi tries to force himself to be upbeat on the air, but it’s hard; station management has a talk with him about his “depressing demeanor” and consider sticking him with a co-host again (or giving him some time off if he needs it?) but he insists that’s not necessary and that he’s fine, really

A few days later (or so) Yuugi and Jounouchi are both home in the evening and Yuugi mentions off-hand that he made a resume and that he noticed Nintendo had an opening for a game developer and he was thinking about applying; Jounouchi tells him that he should go for it, and Yuugi says that he’d have to move to Kyoto, and Jounouchi says again, in as firm a voice as he can manage, he really thinks Yuugi should go for it; Yuugi takes this the wrong way (ofc he does) and goes to his room; Jounouchi takes a walk

The next day, Jounouchi is real depressed on air, and station management ends up sending him home basically immediately after with the note of “take tomorrow off if you have to, but this has gotta stop”; as he leaves he runs into Mai, who is in town for a gig with KaibaCorp, and she sought him out because “I’ve heard happier people presiding over funerals”

Jounouchi does not tell Mai all of the details; basically just talks to her in general terms about relationships etc; Mai tells him that he needs to take chances when he has them because otherwise he won’t, and wasn’t he always the recklessly courageous one? Jounouchi says this is easier said than done; in any case they talk over dinner

When Jounouchi gets home, Yuugi is in his room with the door closed; he is working on his senior overview project, but Jounouchi figures that’s probably a hint, too . . . and closes his own door all the same

The next morning, it’s small talk over breakfast until Yuugi brings up that Anzu will be in town next month, so, he figured, they could have a holiday party or something, if that was okay, and Jounouchi says that yeah, of course it is, they can invite everyone, it’ll be awesome; it’s a tentative, tiny band-aid over the issues between them

Chapter 8 --- December

Jounouchi and Yuugi plan for the holiday party together, though Jounouchi does much of the food purchasing and such as Yuugi still has to work on his senior overview/other homework and also prepare for his final exams

The holiday party is really just Yuugi, Jounouchi, Honda, Anzu(!!!), and Bakura

Midway through the party Anzu notices the odd distance between Yuugi and Jounouchi and she pulls Jounouchi into his room to talk about it; they discuss things for few seconds but when Jounouchi says he can’t talk about things there she declares to everyone that they are taking a walk and drags him out of the apartment

Jounouchi ends up spilling everything to Anzu in the park, and they talk about what has been going on (this bullet was originally more detailed, but the entire conversation is in the link so just read that)

In the next few days/week or so(?) Anzu and Yuugi are hanging out, and it feels kind of date-ish, and as they walk Anzu brings up the idea of the two of them dating, if they ever wanted to pursue a relationship etc; Yuugi is caught very off-guard and, much like she did with Jounouchi, Anzu takes Yuugi to the park so they can talk (and note, Anzu still does not have feelings for him, but more she wanted to create an opening to talk about Yuugi’s feelings for Jounouchi); Yuugi tells Anzu about his feelings for Jounouchi and what has been going on there and Anzu assures him everything will work out just fine (though she refuses to tell him why she thinks he shouldn’t give up hope just yet, because even if she doesn’t want him to give up / wants to reassure him, she’s not going to tell him everything Jounouchi told her in specific, it’s not her place to do so)

Yuugi has to buckle down and finish his senior overview after this (as well as study for his upcoming exams etc);  after some deliberation (including some not-vague-enough deliberation ON-AIR, FFS JOUNOUCHI PLS), Jounouchi decides they for sure need to talk about this when Yuugi’s exams are over

Chapter 9 --- January

Yuugi presents his senior overview to the committee for his department and it is accepted/he gets a pass on it; he also feels that he does all right on exams so with any luck he will graduate for sure come March

Jounouchi ends up asking him again about his future prospects, job-wise, after congratulating Yuugi on things going well and Yuugi says that oh, he doesn’t know, he’s applied to some places but he’s still deciding, you know; Jounouchi tries to tell him then, tries to talk to him about things, but he ends up chickening out and going for a walk instead

Jounouchi comes back that night, and Yuugi is playing a game in the living room; Jounouchi reminds himself that he’s got balls, he can do this, he’s faced scarier things, he did Kaiba’s fear trial bullshit back in October, he can do this; he asks Yuugi to turn off the game for a sec, or at least pause it, so they can talk

Basic bottom line here is Jounouchi explains to Yuugi how much he cares about him, and does love him, and he never really thought it before because they were always bff but Yuugi is really, really, very, very important to him and he thinks that he, probably—no, he does, love Yuugi, and he thinks that it probably is like that, you know, but he freaked out and he’s sorry, but part of the reason why he’s been like this is because he doesn’t think that he’s very good for Yuugi, all things considered, Yuugi can do better and shouldn’t let himself be held back by—

Yuugi kisses him. Lightly, on the lips, just once. He pulls away, leans forward to kiss him again—and Jounouchi kisses him back, again, chaste, just testing the waters

Jounouchi stares at him, and things are tense and emotional and hearts are beating very, very, very, very fast, and Yuugi wants this, and Jounouchi wants this, and that scares him, so he says, “um, actually, I think I have to go do a . . . a thing” and bails (god DAMN it Jounouchi god DAMN IT)

Jounouchi goes to Honda’s, and Honda is not happy about being woken up at whatever time of night, but when Jounouchi blurts “I kissed Yuugi” Honda lets him in; they talk for a long, long time about things, Jounouchi finally vents all of his “BUT I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH AND ANYWAY I JUST BAILED AFTER HE KISSED ME LIKE WTF HE’S NEVER GOING TO WANT TO SEE ME AGAIN ANYWAY I’M SO STUPID THIS IS WHY HE DESERVES BETTER” etc, but Honda insists that no, Yuugi is not like that, and anyway, the more important thing here is Honda wants both of his friends to be happy and if this makes them happy, then really the only thing standing in their way right now is Jounouchi, and goddamn he’s never seen anyone so determined to be in the way of their own happiness, honestly. Jounouchi is really quiet for a time and finally, just--- “Do you love him?” “. . . yes.” “How much?” “More than . . . god, I . . .” (Unintelligible mumbling as he buries his face in his arms) “Dude, there’s your answer, just get over yourself and be honest with him, let this happen, you guys’ll work it out somehow. Now go the hell to sleep, I still have an exam tomorrow.”

Jounouchi goes home the next morning, Yuugi isn’t there because Yuugi went to go have breakfast with Bakura. When Yuugi gets back in the afternoon Jounouchi throws the remote at the TV to turn it off (smooth—it doesn’t even work), and apologizes for bailing, Yuugi says it’s okay, Jounouchi says it’s not . . . and more calmly explains everything he’s been stressing over, how he thinks that he doesn’t want to hold Yuugi back, Yuugi could probably do better etc, BUT, he says, before Yuugi can interrupt, BUT he . . . he . . . and he kisses Yuugi, this time he initiates it, and it’s more desperate and far less chaste than before (well—less chaste when Yuugi introduces some tongue as, you know, a test), and when he pulls away Jounouchi says, “I . . . I really . . .” and he just hugs Yuugi as he finishes the, “I love you, and I’m sorry, but I mean it—” and Yuugi hugs him back because finally, FINALLY, finally everything will be all right.

Chapter 10 --- March (Epilogue)

Yuugi graduates, of course; he has his degree in game design and practically a hoard of game companies knocking down his door

Jounouchi has been much, much, much happier on air, of course, given that everything is sorted out and like it used to be (except with more physical intimacy, natch)

Yuugi accepts at a job at an indie games company (MalleaBoundary Games) in Domino; it’s on the other side of town so they do have to move, but they opt to move together esp since the commute still won’t be too bad for Jounouchi

 All in all, everything is as it should be.

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#I do not have a house #I do not have a daughter #I'm just going to go on Skype and be all 'wtf' now #like seriously #what is this shit? #I feel so attacked? #in other news Heather is hilarious you should all love her #look at this little shit #wtf Heather #outofsarcasm #tbd

These are some beautiful tags, and I need to save them for reasons.

[soviet-spider-archive]

Might as well drop this here dis/cord:  SovietSpider#1734

Idk what people like doing with it tbh, ic “texting”? ooc chat? I’m cool with it all so hmu if you want, just let me know who you are somehow otherwise I won’t accept because I don’t want random people.

[desertstrings-blog]

     i’m  so  tire  d  .

[xenoglots]

hey generally on all of my blogs i am TERRIBLE at writing starters and plotting w/o like, writing and getting a feel for us as writers writing with each other / our muses and how they fit first so like. my blogs don’t usually have starter calls. pls don’t think this as me not wanting to write with you ! i just am bad at off the cuff shit usually, and don’t wanna push it. if you wanna get Wild N Crazy re: linguistics / aliens / existential crises about the idea of free will or lackof, lmk ! also, louise is a professor so if you have a muse that’s a college student, hello easy way of getting interaction u feel ? anyway, ims are a way to get at me and we can plot -––– i also have skype if you’d rather, and discord. or if i reblog a meme feel free to send me one. or if i answer one and you dig where it seems to be going, thread it in a separate post, i love doing that ! ( btw, here’s my meme tag and generally i always accept meme prompts, thanks ! ) if we’re mutuals, just throw shit in my tag if you have an idea and wanna ! this is overall a slow blog, with my jo blog ( @illripyourthroat ) being my primary one / others reopening once i get my shit handled slightly better ( lol tbd when ), but i very much love the film arrival, aliens, spacetime, and languages so much so i will never let this die.

[ortustella]

much sad I was hoping to see my eeveelution group from Friday or mine and my roommate’s ToZ cosplay from today make it into the main Katsucon tag just bc of how many times we got stopped and asked to be photographed. ah well here’s to hoping, the eeveelution group turned out so well.

in other news tho just one more day of the con, then monday night i’ll be driving home. whether or not i get on that night is tbd simply bc it’s a 7/8 hour drive and i’m doing all of it bc i’m packmule car. still always lurking on skype tho!