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smoshyourheadin · 9 months ago

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Sunshine and Soda Cans

Part 1 - Fizzes

you’d joined smosh in summer last year, just after anthony’s return. you’d watched smosh with your brother as a kid, so getting this editing job was a dream come true. although you hadn't watched their stuff in years, you quickly adapted to the quick thinking environment.

you got the job from your roommate angela, who was a cast member. you guys are super close, so when she mentioned that they had an editing vacancy, you jumped at the opportunity to leave your job at a marketing company to go work woth her. living with angela proved useful, because after your first day, you asked her about spencer, and oh did she have stuff to tell you.

“hey hey, whats the deal with the uh, spencer guy at work?” you said to her at dinner.

“(Y/N) ITS THE FIRST DAY AND YOU ALREADY HAVE THE HOTS FOR SPENCER?? I MEAN I’D UNDERSTAND IF IT WAS SOMEONE LIKE-” she began shouting, laughing at your face as you blushed

“jelly i- please, just- okay yeah, he’s cute but i don't want to make a move, he’s basically my boss!”

“this is also true. okay so…” she begins to ramble to this spencer guy you, as you eat your spaghetti. he’s so totally your type, but would you make a move? you can't decide.

the days passed, and soon enough you’d been at smosh for a month now. angela, being angela, had one day let slip to amanda of your small crush on spencer

“(y/n)!! get your butt over here!” she beamed at you, so you obliged, because who wouldn't listen to amanda? she's 6 feet of pure love, you listen to everything she says

“a little birdie, who cant keep her mouth shut after two glasses of wine, told me that you like spencer?” she looks at you, a certain glint in her eye

“okay, maybe, JUST maybe, i have a teeny, tiny crush on him. BUT i don't think im going to make a move.” you looked into her eyes, feeling dejected, because you felt he would never like you back.

the events that ensued, you couldn't even keep up with. every day on set, amanda would rake you into a conversation she was having with spencer, or angela would ask you to go to his desk give him something off her. you weren't nescaserily complaining, but it was less than ideal, because you became a stuttering mess around him.

“hey spence, um- angela wanted me to give you this, i mean i dont know why she didnt bring it herself, its kind of lazy, she is, i mean- she isnt but she has me running around for her, but thats friendship right? i mean i’d make her do that, but not if-”

he gazes up into your eyes and gently places a hand on your arm, sending small jolts through your body.

“dude, it’s just me, relax!” he smiles at you, as you give him the mt dew kickstart angela sent you over to give him.

“tell angela thanks by the way!” he said, as you walked over to angela, who was trying not to break out into a big smirk

“oh spencer! angela is making me do things for her! oh woe is me! hold me incase i fall!” she placed the back of her palm to her forehead, dramatically falling into amanda’s arms

“hey! thats not what i sounded like! right? i didn't. right.” you said, becoming increasingly concerned if it was that obvious. courtney, erin d, and arasha walked over to you guys

“hey dudes,” courtney began “whats up with you guys?”

“oh, i bet theyre taking about how (y/n) is totally into spencer” arasha said, stifling a giggle.

you stood with your mouth slightly agape, gawking at her remark.

“is it really that obvious!?” you whined, slumping into a chair.

“i mean,” erin looked at you, as you tried folding into the air to disappear, “we’re the only ones who’ve noticed so far, but i don't think the boys have caught on! i think you're good”

“maybe minus josh,” courtney added, “i was sat with him and he asked me about why (y/n) was ‘oogling at spencer’ on that board af video. but he wont tell, he’s too nice”

a few days pass, and your crush on spencer had become slightly bigger. taking advantage of this, courtney decided to make you, angela, and spencer (the ‘golden trio’ as the fans called you) do an episode of who meme'd it.

“hello and welcome everyone to a brand spankin’ new episode of who memed it!” shayne began, earning a small round of applause from the crew.

“today, we have everyone’s favourite roommates and spencer!”

you were leant on angela’s shoulder, but perked up to smile at the camera

“hi guys!” angela grins at the camera, waving aggressively

“dude!” spencer yelled at shayne “why cant i be the favourite roommate!” he looked dejected

“spencer, we lived together and i have never slept worse, the only thing in our apartment was mt dew and granola bars!!”

“okay, you got me”

you look over at him and giggle, feeling your cheeks begin to warm up

as the rounds go on, angela is on 5 points, you’re on 4, and spencer is on 8.

“okay, next meme!” shayne boasts

the next thing on screen made everyone cackle.

immediately, shayne starts giggling, and puts his fists against the wall, not being able to look at any of you. angela is crying with laughter, and even spencer is giggling. you just stare into the camera in shock.

through tears, shayne manages “oh my- all- alright who memed it, was it tommy, josh, was it courtney, or was it erin, our lovely producer”

you each place your guesses, and its revealed to be a secret shayne meme. you swear you could burn holes through him.

after wrap, you went off with angela giggling about some of the things, your mind still racing from being so close to spencer. for so long. it was cringey, yes, but you felt so exited when you were around him, you couldn't help it!

but little did anyone know, spencer was just as infatuated with you, and he was waiting for the day be mustered up the courage to ask you out

#smosh #spencer agnew #spencer agnew x reader #courtney miller #amanda lehan canto #arasha lalani #angela giarratana #shayne topp #smoshyourheadin

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90shaladriel · 3 days ago

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Theory: Sauron Did Not Kill Galadriel's Brother in the Rings of Power

In my quest to exonerate the Dark Lord Sauron of all his accusations of wrong doing I wanted to present a little theory I've been thinking about. (Has anyone shared this before? Please let me know in the replies).

The premise given to us in Rings of Power Season 1 in Galadriel's opening prologue is that after Morgoth was defeated (in the The War of Wrath) that Sauron bade any who would follow to the North.

Finrod, Galadriel's eldest brother and king of Nargothrond who canonically was killed honoring an oath to aid Beren in his quest to recover a Silmaril for Luthien's father before the War of Wrath, went on a mission to seek out Sauron and bring him to justice dead or alive presumably. Finrod was killed and Galadriel found his corpse which was desecrated with the strange markings.

This sent Galadriel on a quest for vengeance for hundreds of years looking for the Orcs who killed her brother and she believed still served Sauron.

She finds the same symbol on the anvil in the dark fortress in the Forodwaith where Sauron had ruled before being assassinated by Adar and the Uruks. Later she learns was a symbolic map of Mordor in the event of Morgoth's defeat.

In Season 1 the Uruks under Adar's leadership invade the Southlands and enact the secret fallback plan to create Mordor which Sauron in disguise even tries to prevent.

So what about the theory?

Galadriel says Finrod was killed by Sauron. She believes it.

Galadriel also believes the symbol is Sauron's symbol.

Galadriel believes that Sauron plans to return to power through the plan she learned about and that his goals are to take over Middle Earth or at least pose a threat to her people's kingdom when he does.

What if she were wrong as so many of her Elven peers believed?

Sauron never used or uses the symbol for himself

We never saw Sauron using the symbol of Mordor for himself. After the defeat of Morgoth he does not encourage the Uruks to go to the Southlands, he literally takes them in the opposite direction, to the North. As the symbol is a creation of RoP and set in the second age, it also tracks that Sauron adopts the "Eye of Sauron" symbol for himself.

Adar on the other hand, does use the symbol that was conveniently carved on Finrod's corpse. He uses it as a flag!

Sauron Didn't Enact The Successor Plan

As far as we know from Season 1 and 2, Sauron went directly North, did not pass Go and did not collect $200. He bade all others follow him there where he seemed to work on his experiments of Power over flesh.

If he had killed Finrod in or around the time of the War of Wrath. Why carve a message into Finrod's body that would tell his enemies where they were going?

Were the Uruks possibly already planning the move to the Southlands per the plan when Sauron forced them to the North instead? Hence why they were so eager to rebel against him for Adar?

When we meet Sauron in season 2 he appears to be attempting to find Adar and the Uruks, perhaps to get his own vengeance, but meeting some men along the road they easily persuade him to try to seek Numenor instead. He could care less it seemed if the Southlands did burn or not at this point.

When he had a chance to stop the eruption of Mt. Doom and to fight the Uruks and Adar. He took it eventually and tried his best to prevent it, seemingly. Talk about the 4th Dimensional Chess all you want but he wasn't acting in collaboration with Adar at this point, nor did it particularly help his cause to let Adar have this "victory".

Sauron doesn't carve messages into people's bodies

At least so far... but Adar does in Season 2 before the siege the Elvish soldiers find one of their men mutilated with a message for Sauron "Where is He". That seems to be Adar and Uruks calling card.

Again there is no reason for Sauron to carve the symbol of Mordor into Finrod. Especially if that was pre-War of Wrath: Beren & Luthien timeframe. If ROP has a different timeframe for Finrod's death which comes after the War of Wrath, it's not clear that Finrod even was killed before or after Sauron was overthrown by his own soldiers.

There's also the bit where Adar and the Orcs are branding the Southlanders with the symbol of Mordor. They don't view it as Sauron's symbol but claim it for themselves.

Sauron never admits he did it

Well why would he? It's a fair question. He did come clean with various other aspects of what he did to Galadriel. In the forge when he says "I'm sorry. For your brother. For all of it." He doesn't say he is sorry for what HE did to her brother, just for his own part in the overall war and the fact that he worked side by side with that enemy in the darkness for so long.

In the canon story, Sauron definitely orders Finrod's death. Again in ROP this might not be how it happened. If the timeline is:

Morgoth defeated

Sauron goes to Forodwaith with the Uruks

Finrod goes to hunt Sauron

Sauron is turned into the goop monster by Adar

Somewhere the Finrod comes upon Adar and the Uruks in the wild lands as they journey to the South and kill him. Carve up his remains as a message to other Orcs making that journey to their new home

Galadriel finds the corpose of her missing brother and takes up his quest for vengence, assuming that it was Sauron's doing not Adar's

In this timeline, Sauron has an alibi!

Sauron knows Adar did it and yet he is taking the blame

This might give further meaning to the exchange between Halbrand and Adar in S1E6 where he pins Adar down.

Adar says "did I cause someone you love pain?"

Sauron winces and barely contains his rage. What if Sauron KNOWS it was Adar who killed Finrod and how much that pain has brought to Galadriel? But he cannot tell Galadriel the real truth without revealing himself at this moment. As we all know now, Sauron loves Galadriel, so Adar's words perfectly reflect what Sauron is feeling.

"You don't know what he did!" Sauron barks at her when she tells him to stop.

It makes so much more sense.

Does it excuse Sauron for pretending to be Finrod when he invades Galadriel's mind in S1E8... eh.. not really, but it does change the context to be slightly less creepy I suppose?

#its not saurons mark its adars #finrod #sauron did nothing wrong #haladriel theory #haladriel #galadriel #sauron #the rings of power #rop theory #rop meta

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ratconnoisseur · 24 days ago

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my turn to make a Think Tank headcanon list

because i have several thoughts i have accrued and they should be released into the world like a bird or perhaps a cazador....

they're all under the cut

i'll go left to right

everyone has autism btw

DALA

- age at tank: 35

- skipped forward several grades in school. got started at college ludicrously early. gotta have time for all those phds

- han chinese, youngest of 3 sisters. sort of an outlier in the family, not really as effeminate as her sisters, but extremely smart.

- has always collected teddy bears. they do NOT play about beanie babies

- i feel like she'd be from california originally

- had pcos as a human, enjoys being a tank due to lessened pain, but still misses the other stuff. eating. blinking. intercourse...

- she/they, definitely. very experimental about gender and such. dresses how she pleases. slings a mean strap

- very sociable, probably the most out of the tank, rivaled by mobius. went outside of big MT/higgs the most, until that was no longer an option.

- not very animated. doesnt move a lot, doesnt blink a lot. very enthusiastic abt things she likes, but her intensity is very still....not a lot of moving around. it doesnt rly occur to her that she "should" move. takes things at her own pace. stares.

- liked traveling, couldn't do it often.

- the other execs rarely ever viewed her as a "woman," really...and that suited her fine. she/they, you know. but she was never one to just disregard an ignorant comment whenever one would come their way.

- was treated quite well by their fellow execs, really. any mistreatment was from other employees or board members and was swiftly dealt with, either by virtue of her variety of achievements and accolades, or the respect of her colleagues, or....you know. one or two pockets of highly allergenic mold spores found under the offending party's desk. academia is a jungle and brother sometimes you gotta bring out the neurotoxins

- age at tank: 31. the youngest of the tank.

- i feel like he's a white latino for some reason but i don't know why

- only child. raised by his mom, i feel like his dad was absent a lot, but he's a real momma's boy. was told he was more special than other people as a child and never forgot it

- one year borous's junior. he went to a different school district until high school

- he had friends as a kid but nobody close. kind of in the background, not really popular but not an outcast. midcard classmate

- has hated mr. house since forever. would rant and plot and collect information about him just to hate on him more. sometimes, as a form of entertainment, other think tank members will ask him "oh, did you hear about what robco-" and yes he DID hear about robco and he will rant passionately about it for the next few hours

- has that kind of autism thats like....almost overly sarcastic. its sooo close to being normie speech but he just gets the little stuff wrong, hes too sassy abt it, just slightly too exaggerated..."this is how normal people talk, right?"

KLEIN

- age at tank: 59

- polish heritage, definitely

- also from california.

- i feel like he'd come from a military family, something with government connections. a very serious environment. i feel like he'd have gotten his position at big MT through some form of nepotism. that's not to say that he's incompetent, i'm sure he was perfectly competent at logistics and idea-ology.

- he worked his way up to head researcher through hard work and a pushy personality that resonated with the board of director's political leanings

- gaaaaaaaayyyyy but so deep in the closet he's found narnia

- abrasive, better people skills when tipsy. he and mobius had a good cop/bad cop sort of thing when talking to investors. he always saw himself as the good cop

- old man autism type A. hes just bitter and repressed abt everything. seems the most "normal" at first glance. kinda hates himself and thinks way too highly of himself at the same time. when u talk to him a little more that social weirdness starts leaking through the cracks...but one might not notice it if theyre not looking for it. hed be just a little weird to them, and they wouldnt know why. inverse of mobius.

-age at tank: 44

- mormon. older sibling out of many siblings. big family.

- from utah, kind of closer to colorado and wyoming. raised in a rural area. probably developed his interest in radio signals due to the relative isolation

- professional erotic arts connoisseur. oh baby

- strangely high charisma. normally he might come off as unsociable or even slightly creepy, but when he turns on the charm, it's hard to resist. not even other tank members know how he does it. it's not an invention or anything, either, he can just naturally set people at ease. but he doesn't often have a need for it, so it's rare he utilizes it.

- they call him doctor 8 inches

- big audiophile. pretty much canon but i can see him REALLY being a stickler about sound systems. if he had a car it'd be ridiculously tricked out. a home theater constructed by him would go hard. post-tank he'd probably work with movie theaters around new vegas to help with their sound...probably created synthesizers

- would go antiquing for rare records, tapes, what have you

- quiet autism. just kind of a mild guy. he likes what he likes and dedicates his time to that. when one goes out of their way to engage w him on his level he will reciprocate

BOROUS

*cracks knuckles*

- age at tank: 32. looks older than he is.

- ukrainian heritage, mother's side. father worked for the government.

- one year 0's senior. 0 was his only friend throughout high school.

- while betsy and richie were his primary bullies, he'd get bullied by a lot of other kids. with how uptight and zealous he was, he was an easy target.

- gabe was a gift, the only nice thing his father ever did for him. one day his parents came home with a dog from the shelter, said "this is gabe, he's your responsibility now"

- without borous around gabe was severely neglected. borous would go to a science camp for a few days, come back, gabe would have barely been fed, dehydrated, etc. gabe was the most important responsibility in borous's life.

- adding to that, he would absolutely sic gabe on small woodland creatures. tearing apart roadrunners and squirrels and especially any invasive species

- borous would definitely have kept animal parts in jars. periodically his parents would find them. his mom would throw them away, his dad would beat him and then throw them away. he always found ways to replenish them though. had a library of different animal parts in big MT, just not kept in his house. he'd often harvest new entries to the library in his basement, though. the grind never stops

- we're getting a little dark here but i think he'd work with the local wildlife services to hunt down and kill stray/feral cats. i feel like his passion for biology and ecology and his disposition would bring him to this conclusion. cats are an invasive species to the mojave, they disrupt the balance of the ecosystem, much like COMMIES invade our DEMOCRACY...they should be hunted down and killed and he funded part of his college this way. selling cat intestines to string instrument makers and such. that's my guy!!!!

- THEATRICAL autism. learned human interaction from movies. big, broad movements. theres a theater kid in there somewhere

- liked the narrators of movies, especially sci-fi shows and movies, because they were omniscient. far away from conflict, knowing everything, confident and essential, and nobody could beat them up or give them wedgies. modeled his speech patterns after them because of this.

- had sizable comic book collection

- i have a lot more but i want this list to have a semblance of balance lol. my special guy

MOBIUS

- age at tank: 59

- italian heritage. raised catholic, has the healthiest relationship to religion out of the tank

- pennsylvanian because i said so. would send letters to his mother from time to time.

- bisexual absolutely. very free-spirited, klein would call him a hippie on occasion.

- also like hippies, very experimental with substances. knows just how much of a dose to take of anything for every occasion.

- the most well-adjusted out of the tank. the good cop in his and klein's good cop/bad cop routine

- his morals, instead of deteriorating over time, only grew stronger. i imagine he was slightly more ignorant of ethics at the beginning of his employment, then sort of became more aware as time went on...culminating in his brain-zapping of everyone.

- not to say he wasn't dubious! he's quite dubious. you don't invent roboscorpions without being dubious

- old man autism type B. just a quirky guy. quirkiness is immediately noticed, but he doesnt rly hate himself for it so its just a part of his charm. odd guy. however, he almost seems the most "normal" past that. he is who he is and he accepts this. inverse of klein

GENERAL

- shortest to tallest: dala<mobius<klein=0<borous<8

- as time went on, they all grew closer. they became a sort of scientific hydra, at their most cooperative. company trips, they'd all go together. they were all neighbors in higgs, they were subject to a lot of gossip amongst the employees

- mostly isolated from the broader employee population, out of touch from their needs. made them perfect candidates for becoming tanks.

- becoming tanks wasn't completely their decision, it was mostly up to the shareholders, to keep the innovation (profits) flowing even after the world ended. it's not like they had anywhere else to go, anyway. keep making us money! get in the tank shinji

- i feel like they became tanks shortly after the great war...then employees either, fled the facility or died...i bet a few of them joined the enclave

- if you disabled their weapons, and took them far away from big MT....i don't think they'd be that dangerous. they'd need supervising, of course, but really...i think they'd be okay. i don't think they'd cause another apocalypse scenario without their laboratory. especially not with proper guidance about what the world is like now. they probably didn't have a good idea of what it was like even before they became tanks...i think they deserve to learn how to be human again. beats sitting in a crater for the rest of time

anyway those are my thoughts LOL you can kind of see some of these reflected in the fics ive written....mmm if i think of any more ill add them later yesh......

#fallout new vegas #think tank #headcanon #old world blues #dr. dala #dr. 0 #dr. borous #dr. 8 #dr. klein #dr. mobius

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her-satanic-wiles · 1 year ago

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October 16th

Public Sex, Papa Emeritus II x Reader

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Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Public sex; cheating; exhibitionism; power play; abuse of power; forced cucking (so, dubcon); fingering; piv; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; public masturbation; degradation; finger sucking; cum eating?; breeding kink; creampie;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals

🔞 MDNI 🔞

As this is dark fiction, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Thank you.

I went a bit feral with this... please enjoy the depravity.

Papa Emeritus II was, for lack of a better term, a menace to the Ministry. He had always been a bit of a ladies’ man, but upon taking over Papacy from his older brother, he became a pure, unadulterated nightmare. For the most part, he never abused his power. He never threw his title around and stomped his feet every time he couldn’t get something his way. He would always sit back, contemplate, and form a solution even if it wasn’t the ideal outcome. However, he hated most of the Clergy members. Most of the Cardinals that surrounded him, the Bishops, just most of the people who decided that they would try and brown nose their way to Secondo’s position. Or at least into becoming his right-hand man.

The thing about Secondo was, he never had right-hand men. Knew all he needed to know about men given that he was one and, quite frankly, he couldn’t stand them. No, no, Secondo had right-hand women and enbies. Career-driven, powerful women, and enbies that had tempers and formidable demeanours rivalling that of Mt. Vesuvius. To be perfectly honest, his previous right-hand would have made Vesuvius shake to the size of the Viminal Hill in Roma.

Secondo would never sleep with his right-hand and personal team, of course not! And how dare you suggest such a thing? That would be a breach of his power, a total imbalance of the Force. No, no. He would never sleep with them. He would, of course, provide pleasure should they ask for it, though. The man was an open book many had read. A beautiful person teary-eyed and complaining that their spouse wasn’t pleasing them right? Ugh, a plague on their house. As leader of the Satanic Church, where the vulva’s orgasm was the utmost of their priorities by order of the Dark Lord and father, Lucifer, it was his right - no! His duty as Papa to make sure that this person felt loved and appreciated, and so overstimulated they could hardly walk. But that was neither here nor there. It was only his duty after all.

So, needless to say, when sweet, young, distraught you walked into his office in tears, he was beside himself. His favourite Sibling is struggling? No, this can’t happen - not on his watch. You didn’t want to tell him at first for fear of being unprofessional, but Papa was insistent you unburdened yourself. When you explained that you’d caught your partner in bed with another Sibling and he didn’t feel in any way remorseful for what he’d done, Secondo almost hit the roof. He was only able to keep himself calm for your sake. However, once he was no longer seeing red, devising a plan was as simple and easy as taking candy from a baby. Your partner was a piece of shit to you, but he was also just a general piece of shit. He was one of those brown-nosers who was after a higher position in the Ministry. He practically sold you into Secondo’s employment so you could put in a good word with Papa. But you were the kindest, sweetest, most angelic in the Ministry, and Secondo couldn’t quite bring himself to hate or be wary of you. And so now he was hatching his own plan for revenge on your behalf.

There were plenty of things he could have done, but only one thing he wanted to do. One thing that would really send a message. You. And with your consent he did just that. Papa was, unsurprisingly, the best you’d ever had. And every time you two slept together you were reminded of just how awful your partner was and how much you’d been screwed over. And so by welcoming Papa into your bed you were actively disrespecting your partner in a private way. And while it was good enough the first three times, your partner was none the wiser and was certainly not being shamed for it. Revenge is best served cold, but yours had only just entered the fridge.

You didn’t have a plan so much as a spontaneous idea stemming from the perfect situation. The Clergy had a twice-yearly dinner that all the higher members and their partners would attend. Meaning you would be there with him. And you were just as stunning as usual. You chose an emerald, sequin ensemble that made you look divine and flattered your body in such a way all eyes were on you. And this clearly frustrated your partner as when Secondo found you in one of the alcoves you were sobbing again. “He was fucking her in one of the rooms. Sister Imperator informed me. Now she knows, everyone else will.”

Secondo wrapped you into a warm hug and allowed you to cry into his robes. He was a bitter, miserable old man to most, but to those closest to him he was insanely kind and thoughtful. Ruthless and intimidating, but wonderful. “I want to embarrass him.” Secondo told you. “I want to humiliate him the most. Sathanas, if I could, I’d spread you on the dinner table and have my way with you in front of him, and watch him try to keep his cool head in front of the entire Clergy.”

You didn’t know what came over you. You didn’t know why you said what you said, but you looked him in the eye, wiped a tear away and said, “Do it.”

Secondo was clearly taken aback because he asked for clarification.

“I want him to hurt. I want him to suffer. I want you to let everyone know how much of a piece of shit he is. Ostracise him.”

Secondo gulped and looked at you with wide eyes and his hands tightened their grip on your waist. He let out an involuntary groan at the thought and before either of you could change your minds, he took you by the hand and led you back to the dining hall. He waited a second longer just so that you could make sure you looked presentable and like you hadn’t been affected by your partner’s infidelity and you entered the room, disappointed to see he still wasn’t back yet. Secondo had a plan, though, kissed your hand and told you to sit in your seat until your partner came back. Secondo would go back to his.

The power he exuded just walking back to his high backed seat had your thighs rubbing together to relieve the pressure that was building in your core. He sat down, tilted slightly to the right and resting his whole body on the arm rest, with his knees spread apart and anger in his eyes. He was intimidating, almost emanating a black smoke that subtly alerted people to his foul mood and warned them to steer clear. Your eyes were so fixed onto his, you didn’t notice your partner had walked back through the door with his own lover following moments after, until you watched Secondo’s eyes trained onto him and glowering as he came over and placed a chaste kiss to your temple. As subtly as he wanted, Secondo patted his thigh while making eye contact with you, inviting you to come over to your Papa. And you did just that, making excuses to your partner and walking over to Secondo, butterflies fluttering in your stomach in fear but mostly excitement.

Secondo took hold of your hand once more and placed a kiss to the back of it, chivalrously greeting you and welcoming you back into his presence. He decided against making a speech, believing that in this instance actions speak louder than words, and so he delicately grabbed you by the waist and guided you to sit atop his lap, the backs of your knees hooked over the armrest he was leaning on before. Now his hand rested on your thigh, and his thumb was stroking the sequined material there while his eyes gazed up at you. He sat up, stretching his back all the way up so his lips could reach your neck and attached them to your most sensitive spot. He chuckled when your eyes fluttered closed and a breathy moan escaped you. “Straddle me.” He ordered, loud enough for only you to hear.

You obeyed, hiking your outfit to it’s most comfortable position and allowing you to sit comfortably on his lap. People had begun to take notice now, but conversations were still being had. He cupped your face and pulled you down for a kiss, wasting absolutely no time in making it as filthy as he possibly could. Never had Secondo been so brazen as take a Clergy member’s wife into his lap and treat her like a common whore in front of the whole Clergy. The thought alone excited him more than he could possibly say.

His gloved hands came down your hips and grasped onto your ass cheeks, pulling your body closer to him and giving them a rough squeeze. Into his mouth, you moaned, loud enough now for more to start taking notice and conversations to begin dwindling. You barely heard the hushed whispers of people discussing how scandalous it was. But the whispers didn’t stop Secondo from taking one of his hands to his lips and spitting on it. Nor was he deterred from pulling your clothes to give him better access to your core. The only face and voice he was focussed on was yours as his middle finger made contact with your now sensitive clit. The only reaction he gave was when he watched your mouth hang open with the pleasure from the leather. Your face alone was almost enough to make him cum in his robes, but he did everything he could to make sure that the only place he’d cum tonight was inside you.

When you had gotten used to the feeling of his finger on your clit, he once again spat on his finger and used that one to breach your walls, tapping up just as you liked and making you let out a much louder moan. Whoever’s attention you didn’t get, you had now. Your hips began to move on their own in a grinding motion so you could wriggle his fingers deeper into your desperate hole. When he added a second finger, your loud moan was coupled by your back arching and your head falling backwards, allowing you to open your eyes briefly to see the entire Clergy staring back at you. Most had amused faces or disappointed looks, but your eyes flickered over to your partner to witness the look of sheer fury on his beet-red face. There was his spouse, in the lap of Papa Emeritus II, getting her pussy pleasured by him in front of the whole Ministry. You felt your nipples growing hard beneath your clothes at the thought of his embarrassment, and just how much he wanted to stop this but had no authority or power. No one did. Secondo was head of the Satanic church now - he could do what he liked. Which is how you’d both been allowed to go on for as long as you had.

“Papa!” You screamed as he hit a particularly great spot inside of you.

Secondo chuckled. “There?”

“There!”

“Cum for everyone here, principessa. Show them how pretty you look when you cum on Papa’s fingers.”

And oh boy, did you. Secondo’s fingers were playing you like an instrument he’d been playing for years. It was like he knew every single one of your quirks and desires and used them against you while he touched you. The combined eyes of the upper-Clergy and your irate partner’s expression caused you to tip quickly over the edge and cry out as you did so, toes curling and eyes shutting.

Once you’d come down, Secondo guided you to the table where he gently sat you upon it, situating himself in between your open, yet tired, legs. Secondo’s voice sounded again, “Ripple!” He called.

One of his Ghouls came forth instantly and waited for his master’s instructions. “Yes, Papa?”

Secondo’s eyes moved towards your partner and he grinned slightly. “Make sure all the paperwork for Mx. ______’s divorce is prepared. I want her free from that cheating scumbag as quickly as possible.”

“Of course, Papa. Right away.”

Ripple turned and made his exit, and when you watched him go, your eyes locked onto a particular Cardinal whose sinful smirk had caught your attention: Cardinal Terzo Emeritus. He stood, clearly not comfortable seeing what was about to come next, but he shot you a casual salute before picking up his glass of wine and pulling his own squeeze for the night, and his personal Ghoul with him as he walked away. Of course Terzo appreciated this display, it was probably something he’d do himself if he was given the opportunity. Rumours of his own infamous orgies spread like wildfire after every single one - this would normally be right up his alley.

Secondo, still looking at your partner and once your cunt was exposed to Secondo and only him, proceeded to press himself inside you. This animalistic display of dominance was almost too much for you - you were about to go feral over Secondo and the way he was silently daring your partner to do something as you were willingly defiled in front of everyone. The gasps other people made as Secondo was sinking himself into you set your body on fire, and you fell backwards onto the table allowing Papa to see you entirely.

“Are you ready, principessa?” Secondo asked looking down at you.

“Yes! Please fuck me, Papa!”

He gripped onto your soft waist for leverage as he started his movements, snapping in and out of you over and over again and making you scream with each hit. You were, perhaps, going a little overboard with some of the noises you made, but the majority of them were completely involuntary. Secondo’s cock was the best you’d had, and his attention to your body made him an expert in you. He knew you liked it rougher, filthier than most of his previous partners. And now he could add exhibitionism to the list. The way you clenched around him every time you locked eyes with someone new made his own grunts and groans appear.

“Does that feel good, principessa?” Secondo asked, his eyes locked onto your body as it jiggled with the force of his thrusts. “Do you like the Clergy watching your Papa fuck you?”

“Yes!”

“Do you like watching the Clergy touch themselves while your Papa fucks you?”

“Oh fuck!”

Secondo wasn’t lying, there were numerous Cardinals and Archbishops present, rubbing their very obviously hard cocks over their robes as they watched Secondo bury himself deep inside you over and over again. And fuck did it turn you on to see that. Quite a few people had left for reasons you couldn’t ascertain, meaning the people that were left either wanted to remember this whole scene for later, or enjoy it while it was still live. You had noticed that the remainder of Papa’s Ghouls were ushering people out as well, no doubt to give you as much privacy as possible under the strange circumstances.

Your cunt tightened, however, when you locked eyes with your partner once more, laughing deliriously at the look on his face. He couldn’t look away from you whoring yourself out to Papa - like this! While you still looked at him, you let out a loud, obnoxious moan, and set your hands to work. One pinched your nipple and played with it while it was still under the fabric of your outfit, the other moved down to your clitoris and rubbed it matching Secondo’s pace. This earned you an appreciative grunt from him.

While your eyes were still locked onto your partner’s, Secondo spoke again. “Tell me, whose cock is better? Mine or his?”

“Satan! Your c-cock is so much better, Papa!”

“Why, principessa?”

“You’re b-bigger! And you reach deep inside of me. Oh fuck! Papa, you feel so good! You always touch me in places he can’t reach!”

“Poor baby. Did he always leave you unsatisfied?”

“Yes!”

“Could he make you cum?”

“No! E-every time he fucked me I was disappointed!”

“How many times have I had you, principessa?” When you couldn’t answer, Secondo grew impatient. He landed a particularly hard thrust against your cervix that had you screaming. “How many times?”

“Four!”

“How many times have you cum around my cock?”

“Fuck, Papa! I don’t remember.”

“Try harder for me. How many?”

“Maybe - fuck, Papa! T-ten times? Papa, you’re gonna split me in half!”

“Where did we fuck the first time, principessa?”

“On his desk! I’m so close, Papa, please!”

“You’re mine now, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Papa!”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours, Papa! I belong to only you now. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Cum for me. Show him what he’s been missing out on all this time. Remind him how much of a waste of space he is.”

With one final flick of your wrist, you came undone on Secondo’s cock, your body tensing and locking as you rose off the table. Your breath escaped you and your eyes widened. You couldn’t breathe or see. All you could do was feel. Feel your fingers still working at your clit while Papa continued to ride you in front of the Clergy members that were left behind. He was still going as you came down from your second orgasm. His gloved fingers wrapped around your hands and brought yours to his lips. His tongue flicked out as he took each individual finger into his mouth, sucking off your cum from them and moaning as he did.

“Papa!” You called up to him weakly. “I want you to cum deep in my cunt!”

He took your fingers out of his mouth and grunted in agreement. “You want Papa’s cum?”

“Yes! I want you to fill me up. I want you to fuck me full of your cum and show everyone who I belong to. Remind everyone I’m yours.”

“Knock you up,” he grunted, “do what your failure of a spouse couldn’t.”

“Please, Papa! Cum inside me!”

“Be a good girl for Papa and take it all, won’t you?”

“Yes, Papa!”

“Take it, principessa. Take every fucking drop.”

And with that, it was Papa’s turn to topple over the edge. He stilled inside you and let out a gutteral groan, releasing his seed and filling you just as you asked him to. You’d won. Your partner was completely humiliated, but the cruel beast inside you wanted to take it one extra step. Once Secondo had pulled himself out of you, you sat up and swivelled round on the table, resting your back against him. Papa took this opportunity to kiss your neck and move up to bite your ear, hanging over you protectively and dominant just to further stake his claim to you. You spread your legs once more, and showed your partner exactly what had just transpired. You shot him a smug look as you spread your cunt apart and Secondo’s cum began to drip out of you and onto the table. All of the orgasms Secondo had given you were exquisite, but watching your partner walk out of the dining hall a smaller person than before came as a close second.

Just before he left, Secondo shot him a middle finger that only you were really paying attention to, and it made you giggle. It made Secondo giggle, too. This whole ordeal had been about revenge but it also brought you closer to Secondo - and right now, even though you were still in front of a few people, the whole moment felt very intimate and private. That was when you realised you were falling for him.

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 8 months ago

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Extra 1 - "Solitary Fallen Star & Foreign-Born Kin"

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In which the Traveler and Paimon unknowingly come across a mysterious adeptus by the name of Sky Weaver while the two are exploring near the sparsely populated cliffsides of Mt. Mingyuan. Or; In which the long-forgotten tale of the adeptus Sky Weaver is uncovered by Aether from the lips of the various Adepti of the Nation of Liyue and the people who know them.

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"Hey Traveler..."

Paimon mumbles as she closes her little fist onto the fabric of her pillowcase; drooping eyes fighting to stay open.

The golden blonde turns his head from the book in his hands to face her; his long unbraided hair swaying with the movement of his head. He marks his page half-mindedly and sets his reading material aside, providing the small girl with his full attention.

"Yes Paimon?"

Aether answers her softly, eyes patient and curious.

"When you find your sister..."

The small girl whispers as she fidgets and plays with her fingers; a nervous habit that she developed through their time together.

"When you find her... you're going to leave right?"

Aether pauses; he hadn't really thought of that. What will he do after Lumine finally stops running from him? After she finally decides that he's ready to be with her...

Actually, now that he thought about it, this wasn't fair. Why is he forced to go and look for her while she knows where he is at any given time? Why doesn't she just tell him what she's doing? Who she's fighting for? What are her plans? As her brother, he would follow her to the ends of the earth... so why is she doing this? Doesn't she understand how painful this is for him?

The golden blonde stares down at his lap in thought; does he... really need to find his sister? Is he doing this because he wants to or out of the moral obligation of being her brother?

Lumine... Aether loves Lumine... but...

"To... to answer your question, Paimon, it's very likely."

Aether spoke absentmindedly, his mind still preoccupied with his racing thoughts.

The fairy-like girl watches as her friend stares into space. She figures that he's just now thinking about the circumstances that he's been forced into. Her white hair bounces as she sits up; eyes filled with sympathy.

"Hey Trav—... Hey Aether?"

Paimon calls to him softly, her little hand reaching out and tugging at his borrowed night clothes.

The boy looks up at her, listening but still dazed with thoughts. He only mutters a quiet 'Yeah?' as he absentmindedly plays with a lock of his kinky golden blonde hair.

"When you guys go... c‐can you please– can you please take Paimon with you? P‐paimon doesn't want you to leave her behind..."

Paimon whimpers with wobbly lip; tears beginning to gather and bead up on her thick lashes.

Aether blinks; the small girl's teary eyes snapping back to reality and prompting him to wipe away her tears with the pads of his thumb. He smiles softly, the upward curve of his lips filled with love and gentleness.

"Paimon... I don't know if I ever told you this, but for a while now, I've considered you my little sister. Family never leaves each other behind."

The golden blonde answers sincerely, raising a hand to carefully ran his fingers through her soft white hair.

'—or at least, they aren't supposed to.' He finishes in his thoughts.

Even if Lumine continues to shy away from him, at least he has Paimon here with him to keep him company.

"You know... you've cried an awful lot these past few days, I'm surprised you even have any tears left in you. Maybe that's why you eat so much.~"

Aether coos as he teasingly, but lightly, pushes her head down and ruffles her hair.

Paimon squeals at the weight on her and her friends playful jab, smack her little fists into his thigh in defiance.

"HEY! Paimon thought that we were having a moment! Quite being mean or Paimon will definitely hide all your Mora!"

The small girl growls at him, her cheeks puffed up in irritation.

Yeah... maybe– maybe Aether can put off finding Lumine for the time being. He loves her... but maybe it's time for him to be selfish. Just for a little while...

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casualsnickers · 4 months ago

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Emmet Prompt #20: Road Trip

Emmet doesn't feel all too surplussed about being the third car on a two-car train for an out-of-nowhere road trip to Sinnoh that he initially didn't want to go on. But he'll do anything for his brother, even if it means being incredibly uncomfortable with... everything, the entire time.

*just a quick fyi, upcoming prompts up to #30 are prompts that i did not publish during the 'month of emmet' event for reasons unknown. they will not be tagged as belonging to the event going forward.

Word Count: 3,968

Lots and lots of blowing snow. Emmet sipped on his piping hot coffee, his eyes constantly wandering to the frosted windows of the inn himself, his brother, and his brother’s charge- Dawn- were temporarily refueling in as a blizzard raged outside. A small road trip to Sinnoh. On Ingo’s whim. And on Dawn’s suggestion over the internet weeks ago. Emmet took another sip, letting his idle hand pat against the warmed flesh of his thigh. Out of sight, out of mind. Emmet took another drink.

Emmet glanced over to Ingo who sat directly beside him, deep in conversation with Dawn in the flowy and distinct foreign language Emmet recognized to be Sinnoan; an extremely difficult language to learn for a native Unovan. A language that Emmet sometimes heard Ingo mutter in on and off chances, barely audible within the walls of their shared home. Emmet took another sip of his coffee. Normally, he’d be one to eavesdrop- it made life exciting- but doing so- on his brother which he was always opt to do in the past- was nigh impossible now. It had been years since Emmet had spoken a word of Sinnoan and years since Elesa had taught him anything regarding the language. Another bitter sip of coffee.

“Uncle Emmet!” Dawn reached across the table and tugged on the hem of Emmet’s jacket, her eyes sparkling as she regarded him. “Uncle Emmet! I just had this wonderful idea!”

“It is storming outside, Young Dawn!” Ingo loudly protested, earning the startled glances of some of the pokémon rangers keeping watch over the station. “This is no weather to be running our engines in! Please do not continue to entertain the idea any longer! Those tracks are certainly treacherous!”

Emmet didn’t immediately respond. His skin crawled from the sudden contact of Dawn’s grip. His ears were ringing from the uncomfortable switch between Sinnoan and a distorted Unovan that Emmet had needed to sound out internally to understand. His mouth burned from the coffee. Emmet only smiled, waiting patiently for Dawn to continue, keeping his smile pleasant and his gaze welcoming.

In response, Dawn reached into her comically-sized frilly pink bag and drew forth a tattered, waterlogged map that looked as though a commuter had left it under a station bench. “Lookie here! I just had the best idea- ignore Uncle Ingo- see riiight here?”

“Hmm.” Emmet couldn’t read Sinnoan in the slightest and judging by the way the map had been made on what looked to be ancient paper, Emmet guessed it to be a remnant of Hisui; the place neither Ingo nor Dawn ever spoke about, especially never directly to him. “What is this?”

Dawn blinked. “It’s a map, dummy. It’s of the Coronet Highlands- where Mt. Coronet is. Fun fact!”

“Young Dawn!” Ingo was a hair out of his seat, his unruly hair sticking up as he obscured the map with his calloused hands. “Please, do not- “

“Did you know that Uncle Ingo used to live near the highlands?” Dawn continued, blissfully ignorant as she ripped the map out from underneath Ingo’s hand only to proffer it to Emmet. Emmet did not take the paper.

Ingo hurriedly reached across the table and furled up the map, hiding it away in his coat pocket. “Young Dawn! We are most certainly not venturing out to those dangerous tracks! There is a reason I bode you not to visit so often in the past!” Ingo was sweating, his eyes darting nervously to Emmet for only a moment. Emmet had never heard his brother so close to downright hissing before; especially at Dawn.

“Nuh-uh! You were always happy to see me!” Dawn protested, pouting. “And besides, you were all al- “

Ingo immediately shushed Dawn. Loudly. His eyes, frazzled and electric in the dim lighting of the inn bore a sizzling hole in the side of Emmet’s head as if afraid his brother would glance back and read his expression. To maybe ask a question. With a loud exhale, Ingo slowly retreated into his seat, slouching. Where in the past they were always touching at one point, now there was an obvious few inches of space between them. “Not so loudly,” Ingo croaked.

Emmet had finished all of his coffee, his mouth tingling and his throat feeling tight. Right. I must not be privy to quite a few things. This is… a problem, he wanted to think. What was Ingo keeping from him? A hidden home station? Secrets from Hisui? Emmet set down his mug and slowly rose out of his seat. “I must make a sudden departure for the restroom. I shall return shortly- “

Dawn’s small hand clamped onto Emmet’s sleeve, holding him in place. “We’re sorry, Uncle Emmet- “

“This has nothing to do with your conversation,” Emmet cut in, his usual grin still on his face. It was starting to hurt, smiling all the time. “Please, do continue without me. I will return shortly.”

“Emmet,” Ingo muttered. “I really do- “

Emmet strode away before either his brother or Dawn could stall him for much longer. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt by the way things had been being kept from him. He let his thoughts wander as he strode down the hardwood floors past the diner counter and into the main lobby. The receptionist leaned back in his chair, clearly half asleep. Emmet silently moved past the desk and past the hall leading to the restrooms. He had another destination in mind.

The door leading to the front of the mountain shelter opened. A bell tinged ever so quietly. Emmet was greeted by the treacherous chill of the blizzard as the cold needled at his skin. Worked its way under his sleeves. Settled on his face and his exposed hands. He kept along the side of the inn until he found a quiet sheltered portion where the remnants of a firepit sat cold and lifeless. He didn’t sit; he instead leaned against the building, hitching his hands in his pockets as he watched the storm rage around him.

The roadtrip had been… frustrating. Emmet never hid his like or dislike for things; especially not around people he considered close. He had agreed to accompany Ingo on the trip due to his brother repeatedly requesting his presence. At first, Emmet had believed that Ingo’s convenient trip to Hisui- modern day Sinnoh- was a way to come to peace with his jumbled scrapyard memories of the place he had left behind some time ago. He had learned his lesson with smothering Ingo and had opted at first to let his brother go alone. Clearly, Ingo had left some freight behind at his previous station and he needed to go and take care of it. That was before Ingo had begun to pester Emmet into coming with him. Into ‘seeing Hisui’ under the premise that Ingo would finally talk about what had happened in Hisui. What had traumatized him so deeply. What he could tell his therapist but not Emmet- not his twin brother that had dropped everything on a dime to fetch him and reintroduce him to everything and be at his beck and call for months and months and months and months and months-

Emmet took a deep, deep breath, the icy air replacing the burn from the hot coffee. Ingo was never one to push the letter- and Emmet would never say it aloud- but he had really been looking forward to hearing about Hisui. To finally being trusted with what haunted Ingo every single day. Emmet instead tapped one finger against his thigh; anything to distract himself from the gnawing frustration that ate at him like a Durant through steel train tracks.

The entire time he had been tagging along, being in close proximity to Ingo or Dawn always felt as though Emmet were hairs away from trodding across the third rail. Always accidentally overhearing things. Always interrupting something. Odd glances. Hushed tones. Diverging tracks that would operate whenever he entered the room. Dawn had visited Unova and had called Ingo numerous times in the past and neither of them had ever spoken as much Sinnoan as Emmet had heard within his burgeoning trip to the region for a few days.

He shrank into himself, the cold making his face numb. What was even the point of accompanying them on this ‘necessary trip’ if I am only going to be an unwanted third car to their train? He kicked at a nearby stone, watching as it disappeared into the seething wall of white just paces away. Emmet fancied that he would definitely be happier back in Unova, in charge of the subways where nothing had changed and where he wasn’t constantly worrying about saying or doing the wrong thing in a foreign country where he couldn’t read anything or understand the locals.

He would be happier in the muggy heat of downtown Nimbasa, probably walking back home from the station with the leftovers of his lunch. He would be happier if he was back at home working on a model train that he had been putting off for some time yet. He would be happier even if he was working the closing shift, having to walk along the empty platforms to check for hooligans and miscreants. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but Sinnoh.

On a whim, Emmet consulted his Xtransceiver. The blizzard was due to let up soon. Very soon. The nearest cable car back to the other side of the highlands would be up and running shortly after. The nearest airport was in Eterna City which would divert its course in Jubilife City where the international airport was located. From there, Emmet could easily pay for a one-way ticket heading back to Unova. He carded a trembling, slightly frostbitten hand through his frosted hair. A verrry long sixteen hour flight. And I hate heights.

Emmet let that idea fester as a gust of air blew into his face, frost stinging at his eyelids. They would immediately notice that I have decoupled from their party. Ingo would notice, Emmet immediately corrected himself. He let that idea fester, time souring his thoughts. Or would he? Ingo and Dawn had been chugging along their own tracks the moment they touched down; Emmet had only been a passenger. Would he? Emmet reached into the pocket of his trousers and opened up two hand warmers, squeezing them to get them going; necessities for snowy climates like the mountains. He was letting himself become derailed in the most quiet but damning way. Would Ingo notice if I made an abrupt detour? Back home? Maybe he would be so busy with Dawn that he wouldn’t notice if I decoupled. Maybe he wouldn’t notice if I left for the next station without him. He could imagine the warmth of his bed and the ease of navigating around Unova without feeling like a bumbling idiot the entire day, completely and utterly lost both physically and socially.

Something moved amongst the snow. Emmet paused, his eyes struggling to focus as the blizzard cleared ever so slightly. Slender and graceful with spots of red so striking like blood in the snow, Emmet watched as a Froslass floated out of the blizzard, glittering in the remaining sunlight as it turned its piercing gaze upon him. Yellow on black. Red on white.

Emmet said nothing. This wouldn’t be his first time around a Froslass and he was none too diligent as he sunk into a low bow, his smile polite and warm. In turn, the Froslass drew closer, a shuddering, silky ghost of a laugh reverberating through his ribcage as the ghost-type drew closer. Froze him in place. Let one of its icy hands settle on his stooped shoulder. It tugged.

Emmet didn’t tug back. “I am verrry s-sorry,” he muttered, his teeth chattering and his voice pathetically weak from disuse, “b-but I c-c-cannot depart from this s-station with you. P-please forgive me.”

The pokémon released its grip on him, almost seeming to find his words amusing as it instead swept around him, clearing the frost from his sideburns and eyelashes. It cooed softly at him, one hand gently curled around his arm. Like a child reaching for their parent’s arm at a busy train station, not wanting to get lost. Emmet rose from his bow and resumed leaning against the building. Froslass prey upon men, Emmet’s mind supplied. Lost men... Men all on their own… Me.

Emmet carefully removed himself from the wall, realizing that the Froslass had already gone. Vanished into the storm without so much as a sound. Emmet returned back inside the lobby, wiping the melting snow from his face and jacket. I wonder if they’re still talking. I wonder if they’re talking about me. I wonder if they’ve gone back upstairs already. Emmet took a deep breath. Some coffee would help.

He let his leaden feet steer him back to the dining hall and to his surprise, Ingo and Akari had already gone. Their food had been cleared. The table was dull having been wiped down some time ago. All Emmet could taste was the bitter tang of his coffee. I was correct, then. They did not notice. Emmet took a seat at the counter far away from the grills and the register and using his Xtransceiver for translation assistance, ordered one more coffee. Black. No cream, no sugar. He let the pitch black drink burn at his hands, hardly flinching when he brought the mug to his lips and drank. It burned.

Pokémon rangers came and went, some stopping in for a snack and others doing security checks. Only a few stopped and waved at him, tipping their hats in acknowledgement. Never speaking to him. Almost seeming to recognize that he was a foreigner. That he didn’t belong there in the relative peace of the diner.

Emmet took another sip of his coffee. It wasn’t all that long ago when he himself had created a habit of ending up in foreign inns, his pockets filled with strange currency. The old torn coat tucked away in his closet. The numerous receipts. The postcards filed away on the top shelf in a cardboard box. Emmet could easily remember the numerous beds he’d slept in on the road while he was hunting down Ingo. The horrible meals. The changing weather. The long plane rides. The ferries. Emmet took yet another sip, setting the mug gently on the counter. He stared at his muddled reflection, clasping his hands together under the bar. He felt sick to his stomach.

In one quick motion, he drained the rest of his coffee, muttered out a broken ‘thank you’ in Sinnoan and slowly ambled through the halls up to the room he shared with Ingo, resisting the urge to ask for a different room while passing the reception desk. He fought the urge to venture back out into the snow. He didn’t want to be in Sinnoh. He wanted to leave it all behind. Would it be so bad? Emmet silenced that thought immediately, guilt prickling in his fingers. He instead reached over to his side and clicked the release button on one of the pokéballs at his belt, Durant quickly and efficiently crawling up his leg and directly onto his torso where it became a comforting weight.

Emmet’s steps were easier. More comfortable. A cab with brand new wheels but a dented axel nonetheless. A bandage to rip off later at his earliest inconvenience. He reached the room, taking in a deep breath before letting his shaking hand settle around the key card for the door lock. He glanced out the window one last time, frost turning the stained glass a dizzying shade of gray. Is this what I really want? Or am I lying to myself?

Durant gently snapped his mandibles shut around Emmet’s wrist and nudged his hand over to the lock where it clicked open immediately.

Guess that settles that then. He fixed his face and slowly opened the door, expecting the obvious creak that it would make. Voices, loud and snappy, had filled the room only to fizzle out upon his entrance. Emmet didn’t let it faze him as much as it actually bothered him. He only nodded as he spotted Ingo and Dawn settled upon the two beds in the room, the mess of Dawn’s bag scattered about as they stopped and stared at him.

Emmet made himself appear surprised. “Ah. I suspected you were both here. You were not back in the dining car when- “

Ingo was across the room in the breath of a moment, his hands shaky as they encircled him. “... Where were you?”

“...The restroom,” Emmet enunciated confusedly, matching Ingo’s slight hold in an effort to appease his twin. “Where I said I would be.”

Ingo immediately pulled away. There wasn’t anger in his gaze like Emmet thought there would be. There wasn't any confusion either. Instead, worry took its place. It stung like alcohol in a fresh cut. It was a look that Emmet hadn’t seen for a long long time. It was Emmet’s time to worry over Ingo constantly; not the other way around. “I checked the restrooms when we realized you had been gone for too long.”

Emmet only shrugged and playfully pulled Ingo’s cap over his eyes. “You worry tooo much. I was just distracted by the storm. Yup.” he lied through his teeth. He shouldn’t worry his brother. Ingo’s health was more important, physically and mentally. “Sorrry.”

“We’re sorry for earlier, Uncle Emmet,” Dawn squeaked out from her position on Emmet’s bed. She seemed to shrivel under his questioning gaze, fiddling with her scarred hands as she avoided his placating stare. “You see, we- “

“Dawn.” Ingo’s tone was reprimanding. Curt. He sighed. “I must… share words with Emmet. I am very sorry, but could we have a moment of privacy?”

Emmet opened his mouth to protest but Dawn had skipped out of the room immediately with her scarf billowing behind her, leaving the two brothers standing across from one another. Ingo had his hands clasped around his back, looking much older than he had any right to be. A hunch in his back. Wrinkles around his eyes.

Emmet crossed his arms. “That was unnecessary.”

Ingo didn’t immediately respond. He instead gestured for Emmet to sit down on one of the beds; Emmet didn’t budge.

“Ingo, what is this about?”

“I apologize greatly that we have been making you feel rather left out.” It was blunt. Ingo’s eyes pierced straight through Emmet, his voice strong and yet quiet. “It is not intentional. Never intentional. I did not wish to hurt your feelings- “

“You didn’t hurt my feelings,” Emmet protested without emotion, keeping his placid smile on his face. Maintaining the peace. Pulling at the muscles in his cheeks. “You did not do anything, Iggs,” Emmet commented sweetly, making sure to use Ingo’s old given nickname to leave no question about whether he was faking his sincerity. “Everything is in perfect working order- “

“We are the only people here at the moment, Emmet. The pokémon rangers were more than able to inform me that you had stepped out of the inn for a concerning amount of time.”

Emmet blinked. “I told you; I was distracted by the storm.”

“We are from Unova, Emmet,” Ingo enunciated, frustration evident in his tone. “Snow and blizzards are not localized entirely in Sinnoh! You know better than I do that blizzards should be watched from indoors!” Ingo’s tone went rigid. Quiet. So low that Emmet had to strain to hear him properly. “You rarely ever venture outside during perilous weather unless it’s raining.”

Emmet averted his gaze, setting one hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezing. A motion he knew had a calming effect on his brother. “Ingo. Listen to me. I understand your concern for the weather but I am here. I am fine- “

“You keep insisting that you are, but I am your brother, Emmet, and I know that you’re lying to me. Whether you believe you are being sneaky about it is another ordeal. You aren’t, by the way- “

“Rude.”

“- and I apologize greatly for the way Young Dawn and I have been conducting ourselves and involuntarily excluding you from our train. Please know that we greatly appreciate you being here.” Ingo set one hand upon Emmet’s shoulder in reciprocation and squeezed. Hard. “I appreciate you being here Emmet and I would indeed notice if you made an undeclared detour.”

Emmet immediately froze, his blood turning to ice in his veins. “... How did you- “

“Know?” Ingo patted one of the pokéballs at his side. “My dear co-conductor wanted to return to their homeland for a visit.” At the mention, Ingo’s Hisuian Zoroark appeared and immediately lounged on Emmet’s bed, taking the form of a very familiar Froslass for a single second. “They located you quite easily and though I did not particularly ask them to, they seemed quite eager to… broadcast your thoughts.”

Emmet felt his face flush with embarrassment. So that’s what that was about. Interesting. “So… you sent a spy after me?”

“Stop dodging the topic, Emmet.”

“I am not dodging,” Emmet replied heatedly. “I am only switching tracks momentarily. We will return to that station at another time.”

“I wish to make a stop at that station now, Emmet.”

“I don’t feel comfortable discussing that with you.” It was more blunt than Emmet had meant it to be but his words had had their effect. Quiet and cold. Not monotonous like how Emmet tended to be. With emotion. With feeling. Sincerity. A line in the sand for Ingo not to cross. The very first one that Emmet had made since Ingo had returned from the past.

Ingo swallowed, his eyes shut tightly. “...Very well. I will respect your wishes, but- “ Ingo squeezed Emmet’s shoulder again, his frown deepening into a scowl- “we will be returning to that station whether you like it or not.”

“ ...”

“And myself and Dawn- we- “ Ingo paused. “I believe you deserve to know what it was Dawn was attempting to speak about earlier before I so rudely interrupted her.”

“ ...I don’t mind if it stays a secret, Ingo,” Emmet tossed over his shoulder, too emotionally fatigued to even remotely consider paying attention anymore. “Really. It doesn’t matter- “

“It is regarding Hisui. And it is very important that we go; all three of us.”

“Three, huh? Hmm,” Emmet muttered tiredly. “It is storming outside.”

“You will be coming with us.”

“Whether I like it or not?”

“Concisely.” Ingo’s hand found its way to Emmet’s turned shoulder. A motion that he was loathe to change. “We were planning on visiting my old abode… the place I lived in back when Sinnoh was Hisui. I realize that I have not told you much- if not anything about my time in Hisui. My old home holds quite a few memories; memories that I believe you deserve to learn about… ”

Ingo continued talking. Emmet tuned him out, pretending to be falling asleep. So that’s what they were so secretive about?\. Ingo’s old house in the middle of nowhere. Emmet tried to ignore the stinging bitterness that clogged his senses, remembering that Ingo’s Zoroark was still in the room, probably listening in on his thoughts. In return, Emmet focused on the white noise within the room and of Ingo’s hand, warm but shaky, maintaining its spot on his side, his brother’s weight causing the bed to dip.

For the first time in a long, long, long time, Emmet wondered as he drifted off into a nap whether Ingo had been happier in Hisui than he was in the present. And he also wondered whether he himself would still be on the road if Ingo had never come back.

#pokemon #pkmn #pokémon #submas #subway boss kudari #subway master kudari

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sephirthoughts · 5 months ago

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Father: Verb

Epilogue (2 of probably 4)

Summary: 11 year-old WMD Sephiroth is assigned a new handler/bodyguard, named Vincent Valentine.

LISTEN I LIED OK. THERE ARE MORE THAN TWO PARTS TO THIS EPILOGUE I CAN'T HELP IT. a lot of people need to have their loose ends tied up and who am i to deny them? after this, there's a heavy one (mom needed her own entire chapter), and the fun one (for everyone else) will be last. i think. who knows, at this rate.

gratuitous sephiroth because he's beautiful

“You guys come from Nibelheim?” asked a shirtless, very suntanned teenaged boy, who had just carried in a crate of vegetables. “No? Oh, man, did you hear what happened over there? Earthquake opened up natural gas vents, blew Shinra Manor sky high. The Mt. Nibel reactor melted down, too. Town’s ok, but the reactor’s fucked. Lot of people out of jobs, now. They’ve been showing up here, all week.”

“Is that so?” replied the customer he was addressing; a tall, slender, extraordinarily handsome youth, with black hair and crimson eyes. “How unfortunate.”

“Know what I heard?” the first teenaged boy’s equally shirtless and suntanned brother piped up, as he carried in another vegetable crate. “I heard a bunch of those monsters they were making there broke loose, and that’s what did it. They say Shinra’s covering it all up, by claiming it was earthquakes and gas leaks and shit. But my best friend’s girlfriend is in the fourth infantry and she told him—”

“Alright you two, shut your yaps and get back to work,” a trim, middle-aged woman in an apron and sundress scolded, shooing away her gossiping sons, who rolled their eyes and stalked off, with their crates of vegetables. She beamed at the customer they’d been chatting to, as she unfolded a paper bag and filled it with the wrapped sandwiches he’d ordered. “That all for ya, honey?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the youth nodded. “Oh—and a chocolate chip cookie. Thank you, ma’am.”

The little blonde boy at his side reached for the oversized cookie, but the youth took it and put it into the bag, with the sandwiches.

“No more sweets till after lunch,” he admonished. “You can’t grow up tall and strong like me, on an all-cookie diet. Now give me your hand and don’t run off.”

The woman behind the counter smiled warmly, to see the older boy (brother she assumed, though they didn’t look much alike) taking such attentive care of the younger, and the little one minding him so well, holding his hand and doing as he was told, without fussing or making a scene.

Just then, the sound of a crash and two young, male voices arguing came from the back of the shop. She sighed, shaking her head. If only her two idiot sons were so well-behaved and thoughtful as those two. They must have a much better father.

Oblivious to the unfavorable comparison they’d created for the other two young men, the black-haired youth and the tiny blonde boy walked down the bustling street, hand-in-hand, till they reached one of the many nearly-identical stucco buildings, with terra cotta roof tiles, that were as common as sand, in this beach-resort town.

This particular one was a small house, that was rented to tourists by the week, and had the advantage of being almost directly on the beach and also close to the town center, where all the shops and dining were located.

“Ms. Strife, we’re back!” the older boy called out, as the two entered. “Take off your shoes, Cloud, we don’t want to track sand all over the place.”

“Boys, thank the goddess,” a young blonde woman said, from the kitchen table. She’d been sipping iced tea and flipping through a copy of Midgar Magazine, but as the two approached, she collapsed in her chair and flung her arm theatrically over her face, like a tragic heroine. “You’re just in time to snatch me from the jaws of starvation! Quick, quick, my roast-beef sandwich! Before I waste away to nothing but bones!”

“Mama’s being dramatic,” the little blonde boy informed the older one, pursing his lips. “Don’t give her any, till she says please and thank you. That’s the rules.”

“Ah, my cruel son,” his mother intoned, reaching over to capture him in her arms and tickle his ribs, while he giggled and kicked. “No use trying to escape, Cloudy boy! This is your punishment for betraying your poor, starving mother! Oh, thanks for picking up lunch, Seph. If you don’t mind getting your pa, I’d appreciate it. He hasn’t come out of his room, yet, and I don’t dare disturb him.”

“It’s alright. He hates the sun and he doesn’t eat, anyway,” Seph answered cheerfully, taking a seat at the table. “He’ll probably sleep till sunset.”

“Uh-huh. But he’s definitely not a vampire,” she said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, as she set her wriggling son back on his feet.

“Vampires eat blood. People blood,” Cloud asserted, with a grimace. “Mr. Valentine can’t be a vampire.”

“Cloud is correct, my father doesn’t drink blood,” Seph confirmed, as he poured glasses of milk for himself and Cloud. “But he used to sleep in a coffin.”

“Disappointing,” Claudia lamented, through a bite of her sandwich. “I bet he doesn’t even turn into bats or explode in direct sunlight, either.”

Seph arched a black eyebrow. “Would you prefer he was a blood-drinking monster?”

“If he’d turn me into one, too. It’d be kinda cool to be a vampire.”

“Mama! Be good!” Cloud scolded, mortified by his mother’s laissez faire attitude toward joining the ranks of the undead.

“Tch, what’s the fun in that? Besides, if I was good all the time, you wouldn’t exist, my darlin’ little bossy-boots.”

Seph nearly choked on his sip of milk, and covered his mouth with a napkin, coughing and sputtering.

“What’s being good got to do with having a kid?” Cloud wanted to know.

“Nothing, baby, mama’s just being silly,” his mother replied breezily, ruffling his golden hair. “Alright, boys, I hope you dirtied up some laundry for me to wash, or I won’t have anything to do to earn my keep around here, before the boss wakes up.”

“You did laundry yesterday, Ms. Strife,” Seph pointed out. “We’re wearing the only clothes we’ve dirtied up.”

“What about your linens? Those must need a wash, right?”

Both boys shook their heads.

She slumped defeatedly. “Can’t one of you be a team player and wet the bed? Are you trying to make me obsolete?”

“My father doesn’t really expect you to be working, all the time. He mostly hired you so that I wouldn’t be lonely.”

“I know that, but…I’m just so grateful to him, for getting us outta that shithole town—”

“Mama!”

“Oops—I mean, that dirthole town. Anyway, I can’t ever repay your pa for giving us this opportunity. So I at least want to do everything I can to be useful.”

“You’re already doing more than enough, Ms. Strife,” Vincent’s deep voice said, from the archway, where he had appeared unnoticed by the group.

“Father!” Seph smiled, hopping up to throw his arms around him, as if they hadn’t seen one another in a week.

“Ah, well—ha ha. I just wish I could do more for y’all,” Claudia said awkwardly. “Seph looks after Cloudy all day, and aside from cooking dinners, I hardly have any housework to do. I feel like a regular bandit, taking what you’re paying me.”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Strife, I have more money than my father and I will ever know what to do with,” Seph assured her. “If we can use it for something that helps you and Cloud, and makes us happy at the same time, why not do it?”

Claudia raised her eyebrows. “Don’t you mean your pa has money?”

“No, it all belongs to my son,” Vincent said serenely. “Since I have been legally declared dead and have no wish to be declared living again, Seph is the sole heir and legal possessor of the family assets.”

“That’s right,” Seph put in cheerfully. “Plus, I emptied Hojo’s account before Shinra froze it, so I have all of my fake father’s money, too.”

Vincent nodded approvingly and patted Seph on the shoulder.

“I’m guessing there’s more to that than I want to know about,” Claudia remarked. “I was just wondering, why us? I mean, Cloudy ain’t even close to your age and I’m a high-school dropout who’s never been outta Nibelheim. There’s gotta be better companions for a couple rich, educated gentlemen.”

“Ms. Strife, do you believe in omens?” Seph asked. “Or portentous dreams?”

“Uh. I’m as religious as the next person, I guess. You’re not saying you had a dream about us, are you?”

“I am saying just that,” Seph nodded earnestly. “That day we first met, in the bakery, I had the strongest feeling that there was some fate between us. Then that night, I had a dream. A messenger from the goddess came to me, and showed me…a lot of confusing things, about the future. But amidst all the chaos, the thing that stood out most clearly was little Cloud, here. He is deeply important to the Planet, and it’s my goddess-given duty to act as his guardian angel. To protect him and help him, any way I can.”

This was all news to Cloud, who was staring at the older boy, with eyes as wide and round and saucers. He’d even stopped eating his chocolate chip cookie.

“It’s so strange you’d say that about a dream,” Claudia said, with a glance at her son. “Because…well, you wanna tell ‘em about it, baby?”

Cloud frowned and drew into himself, shaking his head.

“Is something the matter?” Seph asked, looking back and forth between them.

“Cloudy had a dream that night, too. He came running into my room, screaming about the town was burning down, and we had to get out of the house. Scared the tar out of me.”

As she said this, a look of pain flickered across Seph’s face, so briefly that no one observed.

“I ran to the window to look, but everything was quiet, just like normal. I told him it was just a nightmare, but he kept saying it wasn’t a dream. He insisted that the town was gonna burn and the boy with the silver hair was gonna fly down and save us from the fire, cause…uh. Cause you’re an angel. With wings and everything.”

“It wasn’t a dream,” Cloud muttered sullenly, without looking up. “I wasn’t even sleeping.”

“I thought nothing of it, but then the very next day, there was that huge explosion at the manor,” his mother went on, as if he hadn’t spoken. “Broke windows all over town and shook our whole house. Then all those helicopters started flying over and a lot of big trucks came roaring through. People running by said the manor went up like it was full of dynamite. Cloudy was trying to drag me out of the house, to go over there, but it was too dangerous, and the soldiers wouldn’t let anyone anywhere near it, anyway. It was plain eerie the way it happened right after his dream, and all. I mean, the town didn’t catch fire, but it was damn close. They say rubble got thrown all the way to the old Lawson cabin, in the outskirts.”

Seph nodded gravely. “I’m glad no one from the town was harmed. It seems the goddess truly was protecting you.”

“You and your father, as well. Unless you think it was just dumb luck that you weren’t there, when it happened.”

“I don’t believe in luck. But, in any case, that’s my reason for having you two with us. I want to protect Cloud and take care of him, no matter what it takes. If that means helping you establish yourselves in a better place, with more opportunities than Nibelheim, then that’s what I mean to do. But we can talk about all of that another day. If you don’t object, I was planning to take Cloud to look for shells and beach glass.”

“Sure,” Claudia smiled. “I mean, as long as the boss doesn’t mind.”

“Father?” Seph prompted, when it became clear Vincent wasn’t aware he was being deferred to.

Vincent looked startled. “Hm? I’m the boss? When did we decide that?”

“You’re my father and Ms. Strife works for you. You’re literally the boss, in that respect.”

“I see,” Vincent said, slumping gloomily. “Then my first act as the boss is to tell everyone to do whatever you like. But don’t keep Cloud out too late. And if you get the slightest whiff of trouble, you call me. Do not engage. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Seph said dutifully. “Come on, Cloud. Let’s go change into our swimsuits.”

“Leave your dirty clothes on the floor, this time!” Claudia called after them. “I need something to do!”

“My son is…very spiritual, Ms. Strife,” Vincent said, once the boys had gone. “I hope his ideas don’t trouble you. If so, I’ll ask him not to say such things, in your son’s presence.”

“Oh no, I don’t mind at all. The goddess speaks to everyone in different ways,” she said, as she began to clear the few lunch things from the table. “So, when were you planning on telling me the truth, about who you two are, and why you’re on the run from Shinra?”

A little while later, Cloud and Seph were headed to the beach, hand-in-hand, with plastic buckets hung over their arms. Cloud was wearing bright blue swim trunks, with a yellow starfish pattern, and Seph was in black surf shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt.

He’d pulled his shoulder-length hair back into a low ponytail, and with his outsized height and visible muscle tone, he looked much older than fourteen. Cloud, however, was small even for a boy his age, and so they made something of an odd pair, as they strolled along at the surf line, stopping, ever so often, to pick up shells and colorful bits of sand-tumbled glass.

“Why’s your hair and your eyes different now?” Cloud asked, as they crouched to paw about in the wet sand.

Seph smiled at him. “Did you like them better, before?”

Cloud nodded.

“I’m sorry I changed them, then. But people are looking for me, and they’d recognize my silver hair and mako eyes, right away. I have to disguise myself when we’re in public, for now.”

“What’s mako eyes?”

“I have been regularly treated with mako infusions, since I was a baby.” Seph dispelled the crimson illusion on his eyes, and Cloud leaned close, to inspect them. “My eyes are naturally light blue. That green in the center is from the mako.”

“Why aren’t the black parts round, like other people’s?”

“I was just born that way,” Seph said, with a rueful smile.

He preferred not to explain to the child that, despite his purification by Chaos, the effects of Jenova’s cells on his body couldn’t be reversed. The damage had already been done, as it were, and so the related traits were permanent. Among these, were his slit pupils and silver hair.

“Do they look scary?” he asked Cloud. “Like monster eyes?”

Cloud shook his golden head. “They look like cat eyes. Cats are nice.”

“When we settle down somewhere less temporary, would you like to get a cat?”

“Yeah! Lots of cats!” Cloud said excitedly, then his face fell. “But what if your pa won’t let us?”

“Don’t worry, I happen to know that my father likes cats. Even if he didn’t, he’d let me have as many as I wanted. He has a lot of paternal guilt, and I’m afraid it manifests in over-indulging me.”

“What’s paternal guilt?”

“It’s when a father feels bad for not being a better father, or for his child having had an unhappy life. None of what happened to us was his fault, of course, but he still blames himself.”

“Is that why he’s sad all the time?”

“Yes, partly. He has suffered a lot. But I’m doing my best to take good care of him and make him happy.”

“But you’re not supposed to take care of him. Grown-ups are supposed to take care of kids,” Cloud asserted.

“Don’t you take care of your mother, too?”

“Mm. Yeah, I guess so.”

They dug around for a while in silence, but for the roar of the ocean and the plunk of shells and glass into their buckets. When there was nothing more to be scavenged, they moved on, in search of another spot.

“What people are looking for you?” Cloud asked.

“Shinra. They are not nice people. But it’s nothing you or your mother need to worry about. There’s no one in the world who can hurt you, if you’re with me and my father.”

Cloud made a dubious face. “Not even soldiers?”

“Not even soldiers.”

“What if they have guns?”

Seph’s eyes flashed with bloodthirsty intent. “If anyone dared to use a firearm in a manner that threatened you, they wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.”

Cloud’s eyes went round and his mouth fell open. “You would kill them?”

“Yes.”

“Have you…killed anyone before?”

“Yes, I have,” Seph answered, matter-of-factly. “Does that frighten you?”

Cloud thought about this for a moment. “Well, why did you kill them? Were they bad?”

“Not all of them. I have killed and hurt people, who didn’t deserve it. I was very little, not much older than you are, now. When I couldn’t control my emotions, bad things happened, and people died. I didn’t know right from wrong, back then, because no one taught me. But I do now. Those bad things won’t happen again. Never. I’m going to protect people, not hurt them. I’m going to save everyone, this time.”

Cloud picked up a broken sand dollar and fiddled with it. “Did you didn’t save everyone before?”

There was an oddly mature pointedness to the question, that made the hairs prickle up on the back of Seph’s neck. “Cloud, do you ever…remember things that haven’t happened yet?”

The boy started to shake his head, then paused and turned it into a hesitant nod. “Mama says it’s dreams, but it’s not when I’m sleeping. And sometimes the things I remembered happen.”

“What kind of things do you remember?”

“You won’t believe me.”

“Cloud, you can tell me anything. I promise, I will always believe you.”

“W—well, ok. I dreamed about…you, before I knew you. And then we saw you at the bakery. Mama already told you about the dream where you flew down to save us from the fire. But after that, I dreamed about you again. You didn’t look like you look, but I know it was you. You were big and tall, and you had a long jacket and long hair, all the way down to your butt. And you were burning everything and standing in the fire and…and I had to kill you.” Cloud burst out sobbing and threw his little arms around Seph’s waist, burying his face in his t-shirt. “I don’t want to kill you! I won’t do it! I won’t!”

Seph picked him up and cradled him tightly in his arms, rocking and soothing him, pressing kisses to his golden head. When the boy was calm again, he set him down on his feet, and crouched to be on his eye level. “I know what you saw was terrible, but it will never happen, I promise.”

“You believe me?” Cloud sniffled, wiping his pink-rimmed eyes.

“Of course I believe you. I saw the same thing.”

Cloud’s eyes went wide yet again. “You did?”

“I did. I think what we both saw was a memory of a different future, from before I changed everything. That was the future where I didn’t save everyone.”

“But it’s not gonna happen now?”

“No. The things we saw were real. Terribly real. But they’re not, anymore. I’ve broken the shackles of fate, from all of us. Now, we’re free to make our own destiny.”

Cloud gave a bewildered frown. “You talk weird.”

“I know,” Seph smiled.

“Your pa talks weird, too. Like he’s from a book.”

“Well, he’s an old man. He can’t help it. I’m just weird. Is that alright?”

“Mmm…yeah, it’s ok,” Cloud decided. “You sound smart, like a grown-up. But you don’t act all grumpy and bossy.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Only, don’t get into the habit of assuming all grown-ups are smart. A lot of them are extremely stupid. Especially the grumpy and bossy ones.”

Cloud laughed delightedly at this, as Seph took his hand, and the two walked on, to seek out another spot for gathering shells.

“Do you think my mama and your pa will get married?”

“To each other? I certainly hope not. Then we’d be brothers.”

“You don’t want to be brothers?”

“No.”

“Oh,” Cloud said quietly, lowering his head to look at the sand he was kicking.

Seph squeezed his hand. “Don’t be sad. It’s not because I don’t like you. I don’t want us to be brothers, because I want to marry you, one day.”

Cloud gave a start and jerked it away, his round cheeks turning bright pink. “You want to marry me??”

“Yes. Not for a long time, though. When we’re grown up.”

“B—but I’m a boy! Boys can’t marry boys!”

“I think it’s good we got you out of Nibelheim, sooner rather than later,” Seph remarked, making a distasteful face. “Those kind of backward ideas seem to be epidemic in small towns, like that.”

“What’s a backwards idea?”

“A backward idea is one that relies on ignorance, prejudice, or blind adherence to tradition, to make a moral judgement, about something with no inherent morality attached.”

“Uh…”

“For example, the idea that two men or two women can’t be married. People like to say it’s wrong, but what is actuallywrong about it? Is it bad for a woman to love another woman and want to be her wife? Is it bad for a man to want to build a life and a family with another man? If it’s not wrong for a man and woman to do those things, why is it wrong for two men or two women?”

Cloud thought for a moment, then his face lit up, like he’d had an epiphany. “It’s not! It’s the same!”

Seph gave an approving nod. “Exactly. When you hear moralizing statements like that, never just accept them. Interrogate the idea and form your own opinion.”

“What’s interrogate?”

“It means to honestly ask yourself what you really think. If you can’t decide, ask someone you trust. Seek out other perspectives and information. Never take a right or wrong statement at face value.”

“Ok. If I can’t decide, I’ll ask you.”

Seph blinked. “Wait, me? You mean…you trust me?”

“Uh-huh!” Cloud beamed. “You’re my guardian angel. Even if you don’t have wings.”

He had to swallow against the aching tightness in his throat, at the pure, guileless sweetness of this innocent child. A child he remembered as a young man, looking upon him with the bitterest animosity, as he drove a sword through his gut—after Sephiroth had done the same to him. But…that wasn’t truly them. They would never become the mortal enemies, who drew one another’s blood in madness and hatred. Destiny was defeated. Their fate was their own to write.

“Cloud, can I tell you a secret?” Sephiroth said, leaning down to speak softly in the boy’s ear. “I do have wings.”

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY we all deserved a beach episode i think

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djpachipikachu · 2 months ago

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What are some of your favorite character relationships/dynamics in TMNT, and why? Is there anything that you particularly like seeing explored with them in fan works (art, writing, comics, etc)?

ooh ! hmm thats a good question

a bit basic but raph and leo’s dynamics in any iteration are among my top ones … not typically the conflict of it but more of just their friendlier interactions like the two oldest brothers dynamic in official iterations is always fun and most of the time they really do know each other much better/more accurately than they do with donnie or mikey

taking rottmnt as an example just bc its the one i main and understand best, despite the age order swapping from typical tmnt , the dynamic of an older raph trying to coach leo on responsibility is like!!! raph Knows what it is to be a leader and he Knows that leo is capable of it and he Knows leo is avoiding it by being reckless and he knows this isnt how leo usually is ! and with leo . he’s good at reading people in general ! but he respects raph on a deep level despite being a little shithead because thats his big brother !!! and he soon learns and Truly understands the weight of what raph’s dealt with bc of the events of the movie

and then just like . idk . the eldest half of the turtles being the closest in that kinda deep understsnding of their roles and the struggles that come with them . makes me emotional

id love to see more works about raph and leo just being brothers in the same vein as mikey and donnie just being a chaotic duo,,, like leo knowing when raph needs a minute to calm down or raph understanding how leo wants a plan to go without having to elaborate , etc

and my favorite underrated dynamics are the ones with splinter and the humans👍bc oh man oh man !!!!

again rottmnt specifically but splinter’s dynamic with april is Such a gem to me like she is literally the favorite child and she isnt even his THATS HIS FAVORITE KID!!!! in 2012 also i like april and splinter’s mentoring kinda relationship!!!!! its fire!!!!!

and God . casey and splinter in rise . Christ dawg . oh my god!!!!! splinter sees himself in casey so so much . Splinter Broke Casey Out Of The Hold The Foot Had On Her !!!! they make me crazy emotional and rarely any fanwork explores it !!!! i want more of that!!!!!! he saved her !!!!!! and she doesnt know what to even do about that!!!!!!! casey is also his favorite child rise splinter has a thing about all his favorite kids being none of the turtles and i stand by that /j

rise splinter sees his own younger self’s fiery passion and intense Want to be something great in april, and he sees his younger self’s struggle with being a part of a locked destiny that he was never given a choice to decide if he wanted it or not in casey </3

more rise casey jones and splinter fanworks🙏🙏PLEASE!!!!🙏🙏🙏casey learning how to be a person on her own🙏🙏🙏splinter supporting her like a father bc her own guardian figures never saw her potential🙏🙏🙏

other honorable mentions:

leo and usagi . self explanatory . love them . platonic or romantic idc i love seeing any content about them i love the different dynamics for them in any iteration

casey and april 2003 mt beloveds they make me so uehehehe theyre Silly theyre so silly and i wish we couldve explored rottmnt casey and april’s dynamic more

idw jennika and her relationship with the hamato clan !!! shes so similar to rise casey in that sense but then also just how shes such an older sister to them already is like . augh . i love asshole older sisters . i love her doubting her place in the family . i love her imagining what itd be like if she was with them during their worst moments and how she wouldve taken the hits for them . Idw jennika you will always be famous

im a huge yapper sorry but yeah thats my answer me thinks

#dj ramblings #tmnt #rottmnt #asks 4 dj

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tsaiko · 5 months ago

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So the infamous letter that someone wrote their friend who was in the hospital with memory issues is making its way around Tumblr again. Which reminded me of a story idea I had where my version of Black from Swapfell wound up in the hospital and someone wrote a letter like it for him

Then I had the idea that Blue wrote the letter, and I couldn't stop writing until I had this. Enjoy.

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READ THIS

Hi Sans! You’ve lost your short-term memory. This paper will update you on your condition, as your memory right now only lasts about five minutes, and you are asking the same questions again and again.

Where am I? You are in the ICU at Mt. Ebbott Memorial Hospital. Yes, this is the hospital with the good coffee. I made sure you didn’t go to “that pisshole hospital where the coffee is shit.”

What is today/How long have I been here? Today is August 4th, 20XX. You’ve been in the hospital since Aug. 1st. We were walking back from the grocery store, crossed the street, and someone ran a red right. You got hit trying to make sure I didn’t get hit. I would have been fine! I have high enough HP and had some armor on under my sweater.

What is wrong with me? The doctors think that the impact jarred the mana connections in your skull. You also have a broken arm, three broken ribs, a dislocated hip, and a bruised soul. Healing magic stabilize all the broken bones, but your mana lines and your soul have to heal on their own. The biggest issue right now is your sort term memory loss and confusion. You can talk and you recognize everyone, but you keep asking the same questions again and again. The doctors are hopeful that the memory issue and confusion are temporary and will resolve as your mana connections reform. However, there is a chance this could be permanent.

What am I going to do if my memory stays like this? We will support you. Slim will will still be there for you. I will still be there for you. We can get through this. Red has already asked if we can start a poker night and make sure you are invited five times. The joke is getting old.

Where is my brother? Slim is usually here. Sometimes he leaves to take care of your fish or shower or sleep, but he always comes back! He is doing fine. Stretch and Edge are making sure of it

Are we on the surface? Yes! You seem very confused about this. You and Slim went through a portal and are on the surface. You are not back Underground. No one is trying to deceive you or hurt you. Please stop threatening the doctors.

Did you put the groceries up? Unfortunately, most of the groceries got damaged by the car or lost in the excitement. Do not worry! I’ll replace them. You don’t owe me anything because they got messed up because you were trying to protect me.

I’m thirsty. There is water on the bedside table. No, you cannot have a beer.

Why is that bunny monster so familiar? That’s Jessica. She’s your nurse. She refuses to be intimidated by you. You keep calling her Captain and then being confused about it.

Do you think we could get this tile installed in our bathroom? You really seem to like this tile. You’ve asked about it so many times. No one knows what brand it is. But maybe we can go look when you feel better!

#swapfell #underfell #undertale #underswap #my writing #fanfic #not sure if I'll put this on ao3 #this happens so much later in the stories than what I have written

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tyriq-edits · 8 months ago

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In the Plain of Nysa

Millions Knives

Nai, the God of War

God of War and Vash’s twin brother

Younger brother of Tesla (Goddess of Victory)

Raised by Rem (Goddess of Wisdom)

Based on Ares and partly Demeter

Respected and rather well liked among the other Olympians (except Meryl)

After the death of his sister at the hands of mortal Soldiers during the Trojan war and Vash losing his left arm to the same soldiers, he became fiercely protective/possessive of his twin brother

Some time after the end of the Trojan War he built a giant "cage” under Mt. Olympus and locked Vash inside it for nearly a Millennium.

When any of the other Olympians asked him regarding Vash’s whereabouts he’d tell them his brother was travelling through the mortal realm, which seemed to shut the majority of the other gods up regarding this issue and the Golden Cage beneath their feet remained a secret only he and Vash knew about.

After Vash managed to escape the the golden Cage with the help of Meryl and Roberto, rather than an eternal Winter like Demeter in the Myth of Persephone & Hades, Nai, overcome with rage, created a giant war that would slowly spread across all of ancient Greece.

For more Information/lore about this AU just look at the in the plain of Nysa tag on my page or just send me an ask in my inbox.

As always thanks to my friend Stephan for helping me with this drawing of Nai and this AU in general. Please check out his art on instagram!

Please do not Tag this AU as Plantcest

[More ramblings about Nai’s design under the cut.]

Nai’s Design as you may have gathered is very much based on your typical Greek Hoplite Soldier

He was supposed to also wear a helmet but i was so proud of how the hair had turned out that I did not want to cover it up haha.

Around the time that this story takes place in, classical greece, bronze armours like these had actually fallen out of fashion in favour of iron ones so I just like to think that Nai, being over 1000 years old, is just very traditional or never fully mentally moved on from the Trojan War so he kept his old Bronze Plate Armour all those years while still adopting the newer Hoplite Warfare system (which used spears and Phalanx formations in comparison to the open battle fields and sword fights of the Mycenean Age/the Trojan War)

As for Nai‘s spear, an actual Dory could be up to 4 meters high, especially in the case of Macedonian ones. But making him run around with one of those would be impractical for many reasons as you may assume. The half-moon shaped spikes right underneath the actual Spear‘s spike is the part I stole from ancient greek hunting spears. The point of them was to keep wild animals like boars at a safe distance from you. Because boars, even if you pierce their skull with the actual spear‘s tip would just keep on running towards you even if it meant impaling their own brain on the entire spear Dracula Style. If you look closely you can kind of see it on the Meleager Sarcophagus.

#in the plain of nysa #i am still not that good at art but I am improving I think #vashwood #trigun stampede #trigun #persephone au #trigun 98 #nai and vash #nail art #millions knives #knives trigun #millions knives trigun #tristamp vashwoood #tristamp knives #tristamp #vash x wolfwood #vash the stampede #hades and persephone #ares

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bunnygirl678 · 1 year ago

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Because I need to work on my WIPs and not add another I'm putting this out into the stratosphere, please as always (and literally any concept you see me throw around even if i wrote a fic about it i want more stories) feel free to steal it, draw it, write it, or use it to distract yourself from the pain radiating from the massive cut in your foot that has decided to just bleed all night (oddly specific bunny is not okay) anywhosers

-royalty au

-red is like the sole prince of a small nation, Pallet, his mom is the queen, despite the nation being small , they are increadibly strong thanks to pokemon trainer prince who beats everyone

-rocket nation with king gio had been attacking and waging a full out war but Red's pushed them back, now rocket nation is trying to form alliances, so Red's mom has to the do same thing

-a neighboring nation, Oakland (ha) had always fought with Red's nation over resources or something, but rocket is attacking them so they form an alliance

-and to form an alliance King Samuel sends his grandson Green to be married off

-cause daisy's the oldest so she'll be queen, and honestly the king thinks green is shit at everything so getting rid of him is a weight off his shoulders

-and green is pissed cause he's a strong trainer and had been doing a lot to protect his nation but his grandfather doesn't care

-red and green immediately hate each other but like they're married so they have to be around each other

-and green like snuck his pokemon with him and keeps sneaking away to train and eventually red catches him training and is like hey wait you like pokemon battling

-all the while rocket is forming alliances and planning a sinister take over of pallet then Oakland

-red and green bond over training

-and like all of the nobels and military leaders treat green like he's just arm candy but now Red's like hey wait you actually know stuff and are almost as strong as me

-green starts coming to planning sessions and the elite 4 generals dont take him serious or whatever then red is like okay go battle him

-green kicks their asses and earns their respect

-they do planning and training and all the while red and green are falling for each other but neither will admit it, cause they think the other just sees this as duty or whatever

-finally the battle comes rocket vs. everyone else

-it's going well until green gets hurt, like maybe he and red are joking around on the battlefield some cause it's easy and they're kinda having fun and flirting a bit, but then someone sneaks and stabs green or whatever

-one of the elite 4 take green away to medics and red goes feral (think achilles) he beats giovanni for good

-all of the allies meet up to divvy up rocket's territories, and green is like hanging on by a thread or whatever and his grandfather is like who cares he only exists to further Oakland's control

-red is pissed threatening to wage ware against oakland

-daisy ends up finding out green is hurt and immediately comes to pallet to see him (cause she actually loves her brother) and that calms red down

-red's mom ends up somehow getting oak to step down as king and daisy becomes queen

-green gets better and red's like hey i know you don't love me and were just forced into this by your grandfather so here is this country called Viridian it's yours youre the king now

-and before green can be like wait im in love with you too, red fucks off to mt. silver (cause of course right)

-green is devastated, red is devastated

-the story is over... or is it???

-it isn't obviously, cause bunny has to have her happy ending cause real life sucks ass so fantasy has to be great in the end

-prince gold from johto makes friends with green, hears the story, and how technically green and red are 100% still married

-so he and his merry band of mischief makers (silver, lyra, kris) go on a journey to bring red down

-they make up some story about green being in trouble

-red obviously rushes down the mountain to save green, but like green's just hanging out in his castle bored as hell playing spoons with alakazam or something

-he see's red and rushes to him and they embrace and kiss

-and green's like i can't stand it i'm in love with you and red's like oh shit me too

-then they merge viridian and pallet and have a second more fun wedding where it's happy instead of an arranged thing

-and they live happily ever after

#two princes au #like that one song from the 90s #did this one make sense #eh who cares it was stuck in my head #reguri #nameless shipping #namelessshipping #idk if i want it as original or nameless #like you could have fun with the gym leaders being leaders of different countries #so like everyone evil in the manga is evil in the story #but i also like big buff stoic red as a prince #but i love pokespe red too #maybe someone write one of each #a good writer (so obviously not me lol) could get a whole big ass story out of this #originalshipping #thanks for putting up with my bullshit team!

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moony-buckets · 4 months ago

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VENT-ISH

I think I might take a break off of tiktok because this certain person won't stop harassing me over an old dark sun. X eclipse video I made AS A JOKE! It started as them just telling me and everyone in the comments we were wrong and dark sun is eclipses brother from another dimension. I told them they're entitled to their opinion but to please stop bothering others in Mt comment section. They continued to come at me over and Over saying how I'm an incest lover and my parents are too. I tried reporting them. And now they're fucking following me into other comment sections on other videos. I Dmd them asking them politely to stop but they won't. I don't know what else to do and I'm getting really overwhelmed.

I understand that sun and moon and all them are related and stuff. But you can make whatever aus you want! Also they are ROBOTS! Why people take this stuff so seriously hurts me. I can't fucking deal with this shit anymore!

I asked them to leave me alone and they told me no because it's funny. I cant fucking deal with this. I already deal with enough problems in real life, I don't need this.

People don't yuck someone's yum.

#tsams #fnaf security breach #sams eclipse #eclipse #sundrop #dark sun tsams #vent #leave me alone #i cant fucking do this #im so tired of this #it was a shitpost people!!#harrassment #tiktok #invisible davis

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ceiling-karasu · 1 year ago

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Squirrel and Hedgehog polls

Ok!

So, I will be starting on the drafts for the shipping polls. Might take a few days, I will have to look up photos. Four Choices will be:

1.) Yes, I like this ship

2.) No, I do not like this ship

3.) I see them as Platonic

4.) I don't have any feelings for this ship/I have never thought about this/results

Some notes:

I have been watching on the official North Korean Youtube channel. In Operation: White Snow, the hedgehog scout is repeatedly referred to as Number 11, so I am assuming that he is a different character than the regular Scout Goseumdochi.

I am pretty sure we all agree that we do not ship Bamsaegi, Undochi, and S2 Mulori with the older characters (and I am assuming they are young adults in the show so it is ok to ship them together).

I have seen multiple people say that they do not see Flower Hill as monogamous, so liking one ship does not discount liking another. The first option in the poll could also include ideas of feeling like they may have had something in the past, but it is platonic now. I might make a multi ship poll later.

I cannot think of any ships involving Dr Dudeoji.

I also cannot think of any ships involving Uncle Gom, given how he thinks of the residents of Flower Hill as too small and weak.

Here is a rough draft I quickly made of the current list of ships I could think of, that will be in the polls. Please feel free to message me for any others.

•Geumsaegi and Scout Goseumdochi

•Geumsaegi and Aekku

•Geumsaegi and General Commander

•Geumsaegi and Mulmangcho

•Geumsaegi and Juldarami

•Geumsaegi and that one really competent mouse from A Battle at Mt. Rock

•Geumsaegi and Commander Seungnyangi

•Commander Seungnyangi and Assistant Jogjebi

•Assistant Jogjebi and Geumsaegi

•Officer Yeou and Geumsaegi

•Officer Yeou and Commander Seungnyangi

•Geumsaegi and the squirrel that comes to his window in ep 1

•Hedgehog number 11 and rabbit guide/scout

•Hedgehog number 11 and hedgehog waitress

•Hedgehog waitress and mouse waitress

•Juldarami and Akkeu

•Juldarami and Murori

•Mulmangcho and Akkeu

•General commander and Geomeunjogjebi

• General Commander and Akkeu

• General Commander and the mouse pilot from Searching for the Jewel Necklace

•Officer Yeou and Assistant Jogjebi

•S2 Murori and Bamsaegi

•S2 Murori and Undochi

•Bamsaegi and Undochi

•Commander Darami and Commander Goseumdochi

•Commander Goseumdochi and Commander Seungnyangi

•Some variation of the wolf interrogators in the dungeon, assuming they are not brothers

•I’m assuming Thief and Long Legs are related, so they won't be included

•A variation of individuals in the pact I need to look up again because I know some of them are related.

#squirrel and hedgehog #worked on this as well as a bit of the next chapter of Lily Bell in the Thorn Thicket #does this contain a secondary excuse to scour the web for photos?#perhaps #sitting upright has been really hard for a few days so I just didn't do anything #had to babysit a gaggle of toddlers who go to preschool over Christmas #it was nice to see them but who knows what I caught #thought I might have to go back to the hospital for a bit there

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madssy-moop · 6 months ago

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UNDERTALE AU INFODUMP YAYAYAYAYA

HOPETALE

GENERAL OVERVIEW!! (SO FAR)

HOPE, the main trait this universe revolves around. An au in which monsters have given up HOPE, and have built their society underground with no HOPE of getting to the surface at all.

SADIST points: rather than physical damage similar to LOVE, this is emotional damage. While you don’t actually physically hurt anyone, you may emotionally damage a monster. The more SADIST points you get, the easier it becomes to hurt others. This can cause a-lot of turmoil in the underground, ultimately causing its downfall. Your SOUL becomes less vulnerable the more you hurt others. And you grow stronger.

The SOUL of HOPE is a comforting orangey yellow.

SOME Monster SOULS may have minuscule cracks in them, resulting in the beginnings of them FALLING DOWN. This is a commonality in this hopeless world.

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The main cast

Frisk. (Their au name will be Hope.)

Fell down Mt Ebott on December 2nd, xxxx.

Soul trait; HOPE

*The shadow of the ruins looms above, filling you with HOPE.

HP FULLY RESTORED

As they traverse the underground they have the CHOICE to restore hope in monster society, or destroy their last dreams.

While GENOCIDE is a choice in this au; it will typically only result in monsters bending to your will and giving up immediately in combat (with the acceptation of UNDYNE, who still refuses to give up the title of UNDYNE THE UNDYING.) If you kill everyone it is known as a TRUE GENOCIDE. But theres really not much point in doing it… unless your a sadist.

Toriel.

She has begun to build society in ruins. She pretends not to care about frisk in this au initially, she has lost hope that she can save anybody. Froggitts in business suits. :D Funny idea. The abandoned city in the ruins is now flourishing under her rule!

Restoration route— frisks show her that she can save life’s by showing her the city shes built up full of life! Full of monsters who could’ve fallen down with a community our purpose. The future is bright, she just has to believe it. It fills her with hope.

Ruin route— frisk shows her that everything is her fault, she is the reason why all those children are gone. You drain her hope and gain SADIST points, the more you see these monsters in emotional pain, the more you thirst for it.

C̷o̷m̷i̷c̷ Sans (his au name will be belief!sans.)

His brother is what mattered to him. He lost hope that they will ever truly be happy, whether it’s underground or on the surface. Humor doesn’t appeal to him, and frisks attempts to joke with him are futile. Serious. He has many jobs. Gotta pay the bills. He tries to ignore you as much as possible. Papyrus attempts to help you in both REST and RUIN routes, he has HOPE already! Whatever you do do not call him my his full name. COMIC SANS. He will flip out, completely throwing out his new ‘work loving’ persona.

Restoration Route— papyrus tips you off, saying that he you ultimately get him to laugh in some form after nagging him ALOT. I mean ALOT. You bother him at all his jobs in Snowdin SENTRY station (lookout for misconduct instead of humans), The snowdin shop, librarby, hotel, and even grillbys!! Its a miracle on how he keeps up with work.

Ruin Route— You make note of all the details he missed on the job.. papyrus is like ‘thats not… really what I wanted you to do!!’ But then you take it too far and get him fired for snapping at you. He thinks he can never find hope in this hell. Sadist points!!!

Papyrus

Papyrus hasn’t lost his spark! He believes he can make a life as the most popular dude in Snowdin! Though.. his brother had been acting worrisome.. he becomes friends with Alphys! Met her at the dump, tried to give her sone HOPE. Anyways his main arch consists of him trying to convince you to make sans laugh, like the old days when he would play pranks and such. He is pleased if you play along, and a little like the origin UT when u don’t!! He is as whimsical as ever. But he doesn’t have his battle body. No party’s happened in a world of no-hope.

Restoration route— He meets frisk the beginning of snowdin. He quickly approaches attemptong to make friends, in his ramblings he mentions his brother and his woes, how he used to do all sorts of pranks and blah blah blah, but then suddenly stopped one day a few years ago. What he would give to see him laugh one more time.. so now you go from job to job that sans has attempting to make him laugh via harmless jokes, pranks, comments, papyrus is seen through the window signaling you on whether your jokes are good or bad!!! Anyways since youve played along you made sans laugh! Congrats. Papyrus is happy. And blooming with hope! And so is sans.

Ruin route— He meets frisk the beginning of snowdin. He quickly approaches attemptong to make friends, in his ramblings he mentions his brother and his woes, how he used to do all sorts of pranks and blah blah blah, but then suddenly stopped one day a few years ago. What he would give to see him laugh one more time.. so now you go from job to job that sans has but.. you dont make him laugh. You put more work on him, tell him that hes not good at his jobs to the point where he suddenly snaps. He gets fired because of it. And is in misery now, thinking he will never be good enough. Papyrus still becomes your friend but.. hes a little weary of you.. +SADIST POINTS!!

#undertale #undertale au #sans au #sans #sans undertale #papyrus #frisk undertale #frisk dreemurr #frisk #infodump #information

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