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theoncomingdoo-dah · 1 year

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Episode 1.2 The End Of The World

I get the feeling I'm gonna have a lot to say about this episode because I adore it.

I love that the episode starts DIRECTLY AFTER Rose enters the TARDIS at the end of episode 1! And how Nine insists on calling her Rose Tyler. It sounds important and also Chris saying 'Rose' never gets old.

He is trying SO HARD TO IMPRESS HER AND ITS ADORABLE (and unbelievably attractive geeeez)

I know what it'll impress her, THE END OF THE FUCKING WORLD. never change my sweet star child never change

I love how the TARDIS/The Doctor get the time wrong for Rose's return by one year in the next episode, but they're able to nail it by a few minutes for dramatic timing in this one. I genuinely think that was the TARDIS' doing. She's a great wingman when she wants to be.

Rose gets a little smile when Nine calls her his 'plus one',, hehe.

I freaking love how the tree people look.

I GIVE YOU IN RETURN AIR FROM MY LUNGS

"There's more where that came from." SIR.😳

I love how when Nine gets giddy about Cassandra (the expressions are adorable) He keeps looking back at Rose like, look at how silly this is! It's funny, right?!

Christopher "I'm not the best at comedy" Eccleston, does a fucking jig at Tainted Love and my face hurts from smiling.

When Rose runs away, Nine's expression drops. He's concerned. 🥺

Rose's conversation with Raffalo. It's a good scene and you can just tell how completely out her element Rose is.

"I'm talking to a twig..."

The scene between Rose and the Doctor in the private gallery. Nine starts off with a big smile, he's so keen to hear about how Rose feels about this whole situation. And it goes downhill from there. :<

I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT ME OR MY TRAGIC PAST YET SO IM JUST RUN TO THE FRONT OF THE ROOM AND BROOD 😠

...but I'll still show off and fix your phone signal 😊

Dammit no, it's the Rose theme...

that cheeky expression when Nine says "that's not supposed to happen" SIR I WANNA KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH

FIRST MENTION OF BAD WOLF LETS GOOOOOO

FANTASTIC

Cassandra is such a rotten bitch but God she is entertaining to watch.

A BITCHY TRAMPOLINE

The moment of vulnerability that Nine has with Jabe is really nice. It says so much with so little.

I just really like their interactions with each other.

"Let us mourn her with a tradional ballad." *Toxic by Britney Spears starts playing* The first time I watched this about 2 years ago, I died. THANK YOU RTD

"What are you going do, moisturize me?" HE SO SASSY I LOVE HIM 😩

I know some people don't really get the scene when Nine walks past the fan but I mean, the music is good and I like it so bleh

Fs in the chat for Jabe. No seriously I liked her. Oh yeah and the Moxx too :<

NINE IS FUCKING PISSED

Cold ass mother fucker.

and there's the Rose theme again...

Seriously though I love the ending of this episode. The music, the visuals, the gentle way Nine leads Rose back to the TARDIS. Then how things all come full circle. Rose saw the Earth die. Nine saw his planet burn.

"I'm a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone. I'm the only survivor. I'm left traveling on my own 'cause there's no one else." "There's me." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND THE LITTLE SAD SMILE THEY GIVE TO EACH OTHER AFTERWARDS

Then there's how Rose changes the subject and Nine looks so happy that she did.

Final Thoughts

I love this episode and Nine and Rose and Ninerose and just I love the ending so much ♥️♥️

#the doctor shitposts #the fantastic dw rewatch and so on

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yakumtsaki · 3 years

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Welcome, dear readers, to part 1 of the finale to the BackupKingdom2 saga! We’re in our final ambition now, let’s check how Liz’s post-divorce-bloodbath is going..

Oh yes, excellent. Our path to death-achievement-glory has been paved with so many executions that wherever I look I see npcs crying..

..comforting each other..

..and in Agnes' case, coming straight to Liz to.. ask for mercy for the populace I guess?? Bruh. I can't believe we even brought down AGNES, truly this is the saddest kingdom on earth. Amazing job, Liz, you've definitely earned your place in the tyrant hall of fame!

Now a lesser player would be like "oh, maybe we should chill a little on the insane tyrant thing, finish the Pirate/Noble arc cause we've been dragging this war out so the pirates/guildsmen would keep spawning and it should have ended like 20 quests ago" and true, we could just end it, we ran a very effective operation around here, shoutout to MVPs Donius and Bellinda and their 'seductive' legendary traits:

They bedded them and Liz beheaded them, the power of teamwork! So one could say that we should consider raising kingdom morale now because everyone is so depressed but I think, if anything, now is the time to ramp it up and go for some of the other morally questionable achievements! Like Machiavelli said, you should commit all your atrocities at once! What do you think, Liz? Ready to get atrocious?

-OH FUCK YEA, I’M ENRAGED, I DROPPED MY FIDDLE IN THE PIT AND NOW I HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE SERVANT TO GET ME A NEW ONE!! WHY DOES EVERYTHING ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME >:(

Aw I’m sorry Liz, but I’m sure you the upcoming suffering of your subjects will cheer you up!

-Ok motherfuckers, by order of the Crown aka ME -you hear that Rae?? ME, NOT YOU. God I want to execute you so bad, fucking ingrate, do you remember what rags you were wearing when I hired you??

Let’s get this back on track, Liz.

-Right, so by order of the Crown, Magus Olivia and Spymaster Spainot are given COMPLETE LEGAL IMMUNITY to do whatever the fuck they want in the interest of earning achievements, so don’t you people come crying to me cause I don’t give one tiny chinchilla crap about your health and livelihoods. If you need me for something actually important, I'll be at the gates, executing anyone who doesn't like my fiddle playing.

-Oh man, this folksy peasant hat isn’t protecting my ears enough.

-THOUGHT I WOULDN’T HEAR YOUR LITTLE MURMUR, DID YOU -YOUR MAJESTY NO I ONLY MEANT MY EARS WERE COLD -WELL ALL OF YOUR BODY’S ABOUT TO BE COLD NOW! CONSTABLE, THROW THIS PEASANT IN THE PIT

-Death marker? I hardly know 'er!

So the Constable npc has this little Billy Elliot subplot going, I'm pretty sure he has the 'drunkard' fatal flaw because he was always at the tavern so I had Bellinda try to hire him to perform in one of her plays just to see what would happen and it actually worked, and now he moonlights as an actor! It's cute but it also takes forever for him to come arrest people.

-THEY LOVE ME ❤️😁 -CONSTABLE WHATSYOURNAME, COME OVER HERE AND DO YOUR FUCKING JOB OR YOU'RE NEXT FOR THE PIT

-No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, when someone dies😢

In the background you can see that Bellinda just got a pregnancy bump, it’s her lovechild with Donius, I for real can’t keep these two apart. Anyway, the time has come..

..to unleash Magus Olivia onto the populace.

-You know what, I'd rather not, this book is finally getting good and I'm sick of cursing peasants, it doesn't even drop their mood that much..

Oh no, Olivia my beloved, we're not cursing them, we're going for the 'Well Done' achievement!

-NO WAY.

WAY.

-Won't I be executed??

You have immunity! You can do whatever you want!! And, AND, once you complete it, because I know it's tiring, I'll give you a magic skeletal parrot as a gift!! Edward got all the materials for it while treasure-hunting, you'd think I'd let him keep it but that's not the kind of shop I'm running here.

-This is my face of pure, childlike happiness!

Good lord, it’s terrifying, please don’t look at me like that.

-Alright, time to roll down my sleeves so they look more sinister and do this thing.

You can do it, Olivia!

-Of course I can, save your reassurance for the flops that need it.

-I.. cast.. INFERNO!

...

-What?

I mean really, those are the words, "I cast inferno"? Can't you say something with more evil magical flair?

-Not when I have to cast it 80 fucking times I can't.

-IT BURNS, IT BURNSSSSS

Oh how the tables have turned, usually it's the witch that gets burned, huhu! Did you hear that, Olivia? Did you like my joke??

-Oh, it's beautiful!

Well it wasn't one of my best-

-Not you, you needy moron, the sight of burning flesh! I can't wait to do this 79 more times!

Alright, so everyone in the tavern has been turned into a chicken nugget, time to get some rest and check in with Spainot!

-Amazing news, Rodolfo, I just got royal permission to unlawfully lock up and interrogate whoever I want for the achievements!!!

-Darling, no offense, but aren't you a bit too shit at your job for that? -WHAT????

-FUCK YOU RODOLFO YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS OF MY SUCCESS -I WISH I WAS JEALOUS OF YOUR SUCCESS, THEN YOU'D BE SUCCESSFUL AND I WOULDN'T BE MARRIED TO A BROKE LOSER

-And then he says the only reason he hasn't dumped me is he doesn't wanna be a rando npc while Batshit Liz is on an execution spree, can you believe this bullshit? How can anyone be so hurtful??

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NO NO PLEASE DON'T HAVE THIS CHINCHILLA MAUL ME I'LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT

-How about you give me some marital advice, are you even listening?! Ugh.

That's right, while Olivia is inferno-ing the peasants, I've sicced Spainot on the nobility, specifically all those foreign diplomats that are always hanging in the reception hall, lagging up the place. We're going for the 100 interrogations achievement and we’ve installed a nice spiky torture chair right in the middle of the hall to save time! Now this is how we keep every stratum of society terrified enough to not realize that the person in charge is.. uh.. well you know:

-DANCE TO MY FIDDLE, PIRATE, DANCE!

-I AM!!!!!

-DANCE MORE ENTHUSIASTICALLY. ALL THE WAY TO THE PIT

After a couple days and several locations I feel we’re pretty close to 80 infernos!

I’d say we’ve burned a good 50-60% of the population at this point, everywhere I look I see singed townies-

-so we take this little barbecue to the palace because we’ve ran out of peasants and it’s time to start burning the foreign dignitaries. And it’s a good thing we do, because Olivia meets Nyrexis the Dragon!!!!

Nyrexis is the human form of the dragon from a hilar quest where there’s a dragon in the kingdom and you can either befriend it or slay it, I had Bellinda befriend it:

So if you complete the befriend route of the quest, the human form of the dragon appears in town and is in love with whoever did the quest, in this case Bellinda. I am of course not about to waste Dragonfu on Bellinda’s basic ass, plus I feel Olivia is kind of a dragon with all the people she’s been burning so they have a lot in common!

We dazzle Dragonfu with a coin trick! True magic at work.

-OMG IT WAS BEHIND MY EAR THE WHOLE TIME -I KNOW!

Good God, all of Olivia’s ‘happy’ expressions are terrifying, just don’t smile ever again, you’re too evil for it, you’re gonna scare the dragon away!

Or not!!!!

AWWWWW 🐲❤️🔮

You know what, fuck it, let’s lock it down, when it’s right it’s right!

-Burn stuff with me forever?? -I WILL!!!!

-We are gathered here today, under threat of fiery death, to join two unholy abominations in holy matrimony. Yes, the irony is not lost on me.

AW CONGRATS GUYS <3333 The wizard tower is so small and family un-friendly and Olivia is so unmaternal but come on, like I’m not gonna have her reproduce with a fucking dragon.

Back to Spainot, we’ve hit a slight bump, mainly that this Snordwich lord is proving fucking impossible to torture.

-Um.. Are you enjoying this??? -Sure am, bad boy, but why don’t we take this somewhere more private already?

Wtf, stop sexually harassing the innocent person who’s torturing you! Does no one around here have any sense of humanity anymore??

-Come on, Spainot, throw some flesh-eating rodents at him! -I’M BUILDING UP TO IT, RAE, GAWD. No one likes a back-seat torturer!

-HA, who’s the loser now, Rodolfo? Rodolfo?? RODOLFO

Ya Spai I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m pretty sure he left while you were interrogating, I haven’t seen him in like 3 days.

-WHAT. So Olivia completes one achievement and gets a dragon wife and a magic skeletal bird and I complete three and get dumped?!

Well what do you want from me, I don’t make the rules!

-YES YOU DO

Can we move on, please? And Olivia had a very rough go of it-

-she got burned in some rando quest and looked positively karma-stricken after, inferno-ing left and right while sporting this look! She deserves a magic bird!

Congrats on your success and 4 kids, Olivia!

-I love this skeleton bird more than I thought it possible to ever love something.

-Gee, thanks mom.

We had leftover bones so here, Spainot, you get a magic bird too.

-A bone parrot is little comfort when you’ve lost the only bone that matters! Why Rodolfo, whyyyyy!!!!!!!!!

Oh I don’t know, probably because you challenged him to duels 3 times a day?

-No, that can’t be it.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but you look like a man who has nothing to live for?

-Yea, I certainly don’t.

So you wouldn’t mind like, jumping into the pit multiple times so you can get the parts we need for the hardest achievement in game aka Legendary Doomsword?

-Rodolfo had one of those too, it was legendary and now that it’s gone I’m doomed!!!

Ok ya ENOUGH metaphors about Rodolfo’s absent penis, although they really are writing themselves. We’ll get him back! If you survive all the pit jumping that is. Join us next time for part 2: Legendary Doomsword!

#tsm

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iamdorka · 4 years

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I Couldn't Be More In Love

Colson and the reader have been friends since high school. “Friends”. Maybe they were more than that but before they never really spoke about it… and everything was okay until Colson started to act quite strange because the reader started to spend more and more time with his co-worker Harry Styles.

This is a piece of writing I already have finished in Hungarian… so my only work is to translate it for you and make it enjoyable for you too. Hope you like it. (The inspo behind the title was the song from the band the1975 and if you don’t know this song you should definitely check it out.)

- Colson Baker… if you touch that… I’m gonna cut you in half. – I threatened him at the moment when I saw that he was trying to taste the almost perfectly done cake on which I was working on the last couple of hours. He was tap dancing on my last nerve and he was enjoying it you just could simply see in his eyes that he was really enjoying it.

- On a scale from 1 to 10… how much do you want to kill me? – he asked when his finger was almost touching the cream on the cake. We were staring at each other in a way that it looked like we just could kill each other any moment.

I felt I could not breathe; I could not blink because if I would have done that then everything would have been ruined. I wasn’t the best cook neither the best baker so when I decided that I would make an eatable cake which somehow would not look like just a piece of shit it was a real challenge for me, a challenge I gladly accepted from myself. To be honest it didn’t really help me when Colson was nonstop by my side trying to sabotage all of my hard work.

- I just don’t understand why are you doing this. – he stated referring to the fact that I spent most of my free afternoon in the kitchen preparing this birthday cake for Harry.

I didn’t want to order a cake (which would have been so much easier) I wanted to do it myself. I spent quite lot of time with Harry, with who I became really good friend lately, so I think it was quite a nice thing to do.

- Because his birthday is tomorrow? – I asked not that he didn’t know the answer. He was acting clueless which was so not him.

- And? – he asked back and then all of the sudden he picked up the cake from the table. That was the time when I thought that my heart gonna sink or break into pieces.

- Put that cake down… for God’s sake… Colson… put that motherfucking cake back to its place because…. – as I started to get closer to him, he started to go backward with the cake in his hand but the moment he almost lost his balance I thought that I’m gonna drop dead… like I saw in my mind that he just lets that cake out from his fingers and everything turns into dust mostly my hard work.

- You are so beautiful when you are angry. – he smiled at me holding my treasure firmly in his hands. It was still safe, but Colson couldn’t say this about himself because I was planning to murder him soon.

- Then prepare yourself because I’m gonna be so damn gorgeous because I’m gonna kill you now… - I smiled awkwardly. - I’m being serious… I’m gonna die if you continue this… its not funny. – I painted him the situation in my head, but he was just still smiling. – But you have to know… If I die… I’m gonna haunt you forever, it will be my number one priority to mess your life up…. really, really bad. – I was really thinking that and by this moment there were only centimeters between us. The cake was safe and I could carefully put my hands below it but not really touching it yet.

- I would really enjoy your company… you can trust me. – he just didn’t give up.

My hand was now below his and he could have thought that I was going to grab the cake now…. but in reality, I really grabbed something else below that cake. Something that had more power over him.

- PUT THAT CAKE DOWN. – I said it again, the last time, I think. This time I think he could not misunderstand me.

- Because… what you gon… - he couldn’t finish his sentence because my fingers just got tighter on his… favorite body part.

- PUT IT DOWN. – now that the control of this situation was literally in my hands it started to get funny for me too.

Why? Because the surprise on his face was the best gift for me. Like I felt so damn powerful that I could surprise him this way that it made me incredibly happy. He could not move… he could not say a word. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed that this game backfired on him. Finally I could put a honest smile on me too.

- Okay… I will give up. – he finally put that cake back where it belonged. – You know… you can let me go too… - he leaned closer to me with a rogue smile on his lips because he was right…. somehow I did not let him go.

- Go fuck yourself. – I stated, staring in his eyes then grabbed the cake and went straight to the pantry just to put that gift in a safe place… and just to cool myself down too.

I swear to God for some minutes I literally blacked out there because I don’t know how but after a few minutes I just realized that my forehead is against the cold wall and my fingers still feeling that they are holding something. I got goosebumps all over my body, my body started to ache intensely, and I don’t even want to mention my heart race.

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. – I started to frisk, jump and scream just like a little girl having a tantrum kinda melt down but before I really lost my mind I stormed out of that place.

- Cheers to that! – he said with a mischievous smile sitting on the counter with a spoon in his mouth because he was just eating my ice cream enjoying everything around him… mostly my suffering, my unexplainable behaving. Only if I could read his mind sometimes… only if…

- I want some of that for me… - I pointed at the ice cream… which was right between his thighs which after my surprising act wasn’t the best place for me to point at... I just could not take it no more so before I started to embarrass myself more and more… I started heading to my room.

- Okay boss, okay… - he nodded, and I was glad that he didn’t commented on the fact that I was starting to sound and behave like a total mess.

I just needed a good damn ice cold shower and not just because the cake cream was all over me because yeah I was that good damn talented in the kitchen that on my back was cream too but because my body started to act up in a way in which it should have not. It was like it started to realize it had some kind of new deadly virus which was released just a few minutes ago.

It was really nice from Colson that when he knew that I was gonna spend some time in Los Angeles he offered me to stay at his place. I was spending some time here because I was in the studio with Harry and had some appearances in the region. First, I wanted to stay at a hotel, but he convinced me that his place has way much rooms and I could easily spend my LA time there. I can thank him a lot. He teached me a lot of the industry, of this whole crazy world we are currently living in and honestly, he was the only one I had connection with from the old times, from our high school Cleveland days. Our passion for music was a bond between us that could not be broken like ever.

- Move your ass a bit… - I said this when I was back in the living room where he was laying on the couch occupying the whole place just for himself. - I was talking to you… lazy ass. – When I was in front him, he still didn’t move a bit like he was pretending to be deaf or something.

- Okay, okay… bossy. – he laughed and satting up he made place for me too so I finally could sit down beside him.

- As I can see your ugly face needs some help too… so le me see if we can do some miracles with what I got here… - I said with a box full of face masks and creams on my lap.

- That was harsh… you hurt me girl. – he whined just like a little boy.

- Dear God… I did not say that you are not handsome… I just said that you have an ugly face. – I rolled my eyes smiling.

- What a logic we have here. – he mocked me. - So… you think I’m handsome? – he asked while I choose some cream or his skin and started to work on him a little bit.

- Just like the devil himself…. – I put out my tongue just a little bit.

- You have to be careful girl… because that devil will come for that tongue… - he said and this was the time when I decided to make him shut up, so I put some mask on his lips too.

His face mask really looked like some kind of swamp kinda thing but maybe he still looked kinda cool this way too. How could he pull this off too? Meanwhile I looked like a monster myself who could scare people away instantly.

We decided to stay in and watch some movies because we both had a long day and it was some long time ago that we could spend some quality time together so hours ago we already knew that we gonna end up here just chilling.

The thing I didn’t know was that I just would not find my comfortable place there like something inside me just could not let me be. First, I just sat there… but then I wanted to lay down, but I could not do that because I had my mask on. I didn’t even know what we were watching because if I was honest with myself my mind was on some kinda trip that it didn’t wanna share with me, so I was there in my body not really being there actually.

- Okay, please stop this because you are making me dizzy and you will fall of this couch soon… come here instead. – he put a towel on his lap and asked me to lay there instead of moving constantly like an idiot which could been annoying for him too.

- Thank you. – I murmured as if I did something wrong then laid there. There where I finally found my peace like literally. As I put my face down my body started to calm down instantly.

- Do you know until when you gonna stay in the city? – he asked, and he started to stroke my arm gently.

- It all depends how much time we gonna need in the studio… but if we see the current situation… I won’t leave the city soon. – I admitted thinking that we were already behind with the recording sessions. You can plan things out but then l comes and ruins everything.

- I wouldn’t mind if you were closer to us… - he said, and I moved a bit so now as I looked up and opened my eyes his face was right above of mine.

- You are saying this if you weren’t constantly touring yourself… - I said knowing that his schedule is hectic too. – The only thing I know that on Monday we gonna travel somewhere with Harry because we are gonna shoot our first video together… also we need to record our second song too which by the way… is a bomb. – I was really excited about working with Harry he was an inspiring soul to work and to be with too.

- I don’t know what is so special about that boy… - he shook his head not understanding a thing.

- If I think about it… he is less a jackass than you are right now. – I said it quietly than decided to close my eyes as if I were gonna mediate or something. This movie night was kind of a dead idea by now but at least we had some background noise.

- Do you like him? – he asked. I knew this is coming I felt this in my bones because the last couple of days when he knew that I would meet with him he started to act quite strange, like he was another person, not really himself.

- Like him how? – I knew exactly what he was referring to… but I just had to ask him this. He knew I liked him, that’s why we were working together… but this question had more meaning than just pure words.

- I’m just asking… you two spend so much time together… I wouldn’t be surprised if your wo were together… if you were in love with him. – Colson really lived in an alternative universe where he could really think that this is the way things are between me and Harry. If I spoke about Harry, I always referred to him as a friend… if something would be between us Colson would have knew that.

- You are right… totally right Colson. – this was the last drop I could take. I just could not lay in his lap anymore, so close to him. – I was always like that… if I started to talk with a boy the next minute, I was in his bed… it’s so typical from me. It’s so nice from you that you really think this of me… - not even thinking I was already whipping the mask off from my face.

- I didn’t say this… - he stood up too trying to reach out for my fingers, but I didn’t let him touch me.

- But it came out this way…. I don’t know what’s your problem with Harry and why is such a big problem that I’m spending more and more time with him and not always because of diversion but because we are fucking working together… which as it seems is a new information for you. – I already had everything packed in the box and I was heading back to my room, but he could easily keep track with me because his long legs helped him a lot.

- Y/N… - he tried to reach out for my hands again, but I still didn’t let him close to me.

- Just tell me one fucking good reason why you are acting like this…. why all of you are saying isn’t straight up bullshit…. – we were already in the door of my room, but he was dead silence. He could not say a word, he just didn’t move… he was just staring in my eyes as if he was debating with himself. if we wanted, we could have cut the tension between us. A sparkle and all of us would have burnt down. Just a sparkle would have ended all. – I thought the exact same thing. – he just kept his silence, but I didn’t really want to be there no more. – Good night Colson. – I nodded and stepped inside my room and headed immediately to the bathroom from where I could clearly hear that after I closed the door… his fists also met with the door… quite strongly.

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ephemeral-afterlight · 5 years

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Day 14: Tear-stained

(Take a deep breath.)

Whumptober 2019 Day 14: Tear-stained

Word Count: 1314

Relationships: Loceit (up for interpretation/ambiguous; can be read as romantic, platonic, neither, or somewhere in between)

Warnings: Self-hatred, emotional repression, minor suicide ideation, minor derealization, non-graphic self-harm (scratching), blood mentions, touch starvation, cursing

A/N: THIS ONE’S ACTUALLY ON TIME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA;;;; anyway omg hope y’all enjoy this Logan Angst™ because y’all know it feeds my life force

They’re not real. They can’t be.

He’s Logic. He’s only Logic, not Passion, not Creativity, not Morality, not anything but cold, hard facts. He’s Logic. He’s Logic, so he can’t have feelings and emotions. They’re impractical, they just get in the way, and they’re absolutely non-essential to his purpose. So they’re not real. It’s impossible for them to be real, because he doesn’t have feelings. He knows they’re not real, that they shouldn’t be there. So why are the tears still dripping hot on his cheeks?

Logic is annoyed, frustrated, irritated because he shouldn’t be crying. He can’t cry, because crying is caused by emotion, something he’d like to remind he doesn’t have. He shouldn’t be here, holed up in the corner of his pristine, dark closet, muffling his sobs with shaky fingers. He shouldn’t be pressing his face into his drawn-up knees, shouldn’t be curled up as tiny as he can into the wall. He shouldn’t be hiding behind the hanging fabric of his shirts, shouldn’t be so overwhelmed he can barely think properly, but he is. He is and he doesn’t understand why.

He’s always been a neutral, unbiased force within Thomas. His job is to act as his host’s Logic, unfeeling and unfettered by social expectations. He is here to act as Thomas’ critical thinking and fact recollection. He isn’t emotional. He doesn’t have emotions. That’s Patton’s area of expertise, Morality’s job. He’s not supposed to care about himself. He doesn’t have wants or needs or feelings. Logic exists only to serve Thomas as a core aspect of his being, to be his function and nothing more.

Logic knows this. Logic knows this, so when will he stop crying already?

And it started because of something childish, too! It wasn’t even that big of a deal. He shouldn’t be crying because of Virgil saying that he’s insensitive, because of Roman calling him a “mean robot”, because of Patton telling him “just because you don’t have feelings, it doesn’t mean you disregard the feelings of everyone else”. It’s not that bad. It’s really not that bad. He’s used to it by now, he seriously is! He even made himself into a robot puppet for them because he knew they’d like him accepting his inhuman personality. But…

Then why is he crying? Why is he so upset over this? They’re right, so why does he want to do something, anything to go back to that familiar state of apathy? Why is it that he can operate perfectly fine without feelings, but a few words can force a metaphorical crack in his brain to let an avalanche of emotions leak out? Why? Why? He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t want to feel like this, he doesn’t want to cry, he doesn’t want to hate himse--

And then light is flooding the closet, and Logic can’t see a thing through the tears blurring his vision, and his stinging arms feel wet. He’s being lifted up, brought into someone’s arms easily, too easily. The fabric of their clothing is unbelievably soft, and they smell like rose water, and Logic really hopes that Deceit closed his bedroom door.

“Logan, you can’t hurt yourself like this,” Deceit murmurs as he sets him on the sink counter, furrows his brows as he takes Logic’s shaking arms in his gentle grip. He reassures him that it’s okay, everything’s okay, he’s not mad at him, he’s going to help him. He wipes the blood away with a damp cloth, and then his tears away with smooth fingertips, and Logic can finally see Deceit’s sad eyes boring into his own.

“Can’t-- ‘m not… I’m Logic. I can’t h-have feelings. Why am I crying?” Logic asks, hoarse and small, and Deceit gathers his stiff body in his arms again. Some part of Logic wants to be embarrassed by the treatment, but then Deceit snaps his fingers, instantaneously replaces Logic’s day clothing for his favourite unicorn onesie, and Logic doesn’t really care anymore. “Shouldn’t-- be like this.”

Deceit just sighs as he sets Logic slowly onto his bed, adjusts his pillow and fixes the placement of his head, and Logic doesn’t really know what to think. Deceit pulls the covers up and tucks them underneath his legs like a small child would want, and Logic yearns for something he’s unable to pinpoint. Then the other side’s laying down next to him, cradles his head and presses it into his chest and lays an arm and a leg over him as a comforting, safe weight, and… ah.

That’s what it was.

Why? He shouldn’t need this. He shouldn’t need reassurances and gentle words and tactile comfort. He doesn’t have feelings, and therefore there should be no reason why he… he needs this. He shouldn’t need the tight embrace, the protective arms around him like a safe cage from negativity, but he does, and he doesn’t-- he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand. So he says so.

“I’m-- I’m Logic. I’m only here to further Thomas’ knowledge and get him through academic pursuits. I’m just here to help him ‘think straight’, as one would say. I don’t-- I can’t have emotions. Feelings are not imperative to my function, and are in fact a detriment in most cases. S-So why? Why am I-- I--” Logic stutters, recites a spiel that he says to himself every single day, and his head feels like it’s wrapped in a figurative fog, a haze that sets deep into his psyche. Nothing feels real. He doesn’t feel real.

“I shouldn’t exist,” Logic mumbles, and Deceit’s hands squeeze a little tighter around his waist as if to make sure that he can’t just up and vanish. Maybe he shouldn’t be saying this. He should probably keep this to himself. Yeah. Yeah, he should. He should stop talking. He’s going to stop talking. Right. “It would be better for everyone if I wasn’t here. I’m broken. I can’t perform my function properly because for some reason, it seems I’ve developed these false ‘feelings’. I’m no longer of use to Thomas. I’m worthless. Have… have been for a long time. I should just disappear. A new Logic will form in my place, a better one, one that is emotionless and stoic as Logic should be. I can’t-- I can’t burden you guys and Thomas any longer. It’s unacceptable.”

Huh. So much for shutting up.

“You… no. That’s not it. Yes, you are Logic. You are in charge of Thomas’ knowledge, and academics, and logical thinking. But you are also Logan, who urges Thomas to learn and discover new things. You are his curiosity, and his drive to better himself, and his wonder about the world around him. You keep him on track, and focused, and on schedule. You work so hard to make sure Thomas is living the healthiest and most fulfilling life he can.

“It’s okay if you make mistakes. It’s okay if you aren’t always perfect, because not only is it impossible to be perfect, you shouldn’t be 100% flawless, either. Imperfection is, in itself, what makes us real. You’re not perfect. But you shouldn’t be perfect, you should be Logan. You’re Logan, who loves space and the stars. You love the ocean, and learning about the depths. You love animals, and coffee, and reading, and onesies. You are Logan, and you are imperfect, and you’re one-of-a-kind. Nobody can replace you. We don’t want Logic, we want Logan. We want our friend.”

Maybe… maybe Deceit is right. Maybe it’s okay to not always understand everything, to have to learn how to be more accommodating of others, and to also be more accommodating of himself. Maybe it’s fine if he gets things wrong sometimes, if he makes mistakes. Maybe… maybe it’s alright to be Logan, here, crying into Deceit’s chest, and maybe, just maybe, it’s okay to be flawed after all.

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modern-oedipus · 4 years

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Update: I’ve been super sick ever since the morning. I think the stress piled up because I was super nauseous (and I... don’t even get nausea? Maybe I’ve thrown up once or twice within last 10 years and that’s it? So it’s extremely rare for me to get this bad?) and I had to skip my morning classes, then I dragged my ass to campus miserably on a terrible cold rain because I had to join biochemistry lab (labs are mandatory and if you miss one lab session you fail the lab), then I came back to home righf after, read a lil Falling for Your Voice and then just slept like the dead.

It’s around 9.30 pm now but I feel as if I was hit by a truck. On the bright side, maybe this was the decharge I needed, because I slept a lot and while my stomach still hurts I feel very rested, mentally and emotionally, which means I’m ready for the weekend in which we are going to study hard because we have three midterms ahead! I’m planning to reward myself with pizza and dessert tomorrow (definitely not today, I feel like my will to eat is back but I don’t want to risk it) and... get it done? Really.

There was an interesting encounter between me and my friends today. You know, college is college— it’s normal for people to have suicidal tendencies or make dark humor jokes at this point. By no means I think less of anyone, but one of my not-so-high-scoring friend jokingly said during the lab like, “I think I’m gonna kill myself on tuesday, there is so much going on.” and another friend of mine joined jokingly like, “Well, call me if you do, not to stop you but to die with you.” and I honestly thought of Dazai Osamu but anyway that’s not the point—

Another friend of mine, whom I briefly had a crush on in fact, approached from behind and joined halfway through the conversation asking what we are up to. Now this guy is a high scoring one and he’s kinda sweet and he multitasks many stuff and he usually does it well. So my other friend complained about how she was going to die (jokingly), and he just put his hands on my shoulder reassuringly, grinned at her, and said, “Well darlings, it means we are going to work a lot, get lil sleep, but also get this done!” and in that moment I noticed what a big difference the mindset can make.

Because that girl doesn’t believe in herself. She will just pass through but she will spend most of her time feeling sad instead of getting the work done (how do I know? Haha. Maybe I was like that too.) while he will just, get the work done, regardless. Both will suffer but in the end he will at least get a payback for his suffering? And the fact that he can say this smiling, with a non-sarcastic smile as well? So cute. I mean coUGHS that seriously gave me some motivation! I didn’t talk in that conversation I think, I was so blown by my realization of how important mindset is and also how he touched my shoulders but wow good shit.

I think I’m getting back. I won’t be too slow getting back to you all and getting back to my life but I won’t jump right away either because I still feel mildly in pain, which is a huge indication that it is me overworking myself.

Me and my friend had talked what we’d go out partying no matter what tonight but since I’m sick I cancelled that as well.

Also, I don’t know whether the authors of the fanfics will read this completely random diary-based post of mine until the end but honestly? Reading Falling for your voice calmed me down, like, I did try to write some of my fanfics but I was having extreme writer’s block and I couldn’t think of anything better than reading that cozy story (and also the author handles hurt/comfort so well? Unlike me who downright breaks the characters. I feel like I’m safe when I read the stories, which is so odd, but comforting), and also there is this nsfw-ish request of mine that was written sjfkvkdn and I kept thinking about Ray Grace smacking Norman’s fine butt and it is so hot and I’m so pleased and like. I also got COMMENTS like multiple COMMENTS on my fics aND alSO aaAaAAAaAAAAAaA Ari sent me?? Pics of?? Ray the perfection???? Of the perfect art?( and his ice cream???? AND THE FLOUR ON HIS CHEEKS?????? AND HIS SHY, UNCOMFORTABLE LOOK???? I JUST LOVE?? So much?????

As I said I’ll take things a lil slowly so I’m just making one big post about all updates today and getting individual replies back tomorrow. For now I need to eat (would u believe me, ME, the girl who lives for food hasn’t eaten anything except half a banana entire day) a bit, and then do biochemistry revision. It is cold outside, but somehow my heart feels so warm after my encounters with my friends and also from everything that happens on Tumblr.

Okay, this post doesn’t have a conclusion, but like... I really wanted to draw fanart for falling for your voive except I’m not an artist and I don’t know how to make Normie and Ray look nice. I know that’s not an excuse, I can just learn, but honestly, with this workload I can’t afford that yet. I don’t know. As I said, I am hesitant to go all way as I get myself back to life because I’m worried of another collapse, so this is enough for today. I apologize from everyone whose replies I delayed. Honestly, it is same on my irl messages too. I tend to not find the energy to reply back sometimes and these last two weeks were really some tough college life. Don’t ever take it personal! Anyway, complaining about past has a limit, I’m looking forward to revise my favorite class now! (Yes, biochemistry, haha. Though I only love it because I love the professor and the theory. Biochemistry labs are always so time consuming and I’d rather do something like bioinformatics if I chose a career. But still, biochemistry is all about understanding the life... it always mesmerizes me. I’m amazed.)

So stay safe and please don’t hesitate to message me even if I reply late! I really get this warm safe feeling when I am here, and, not detached. ❤️

Ah, enough talk, I feel like I’m talking to void since this isn’t a private message but I’ve written so far so I might as well post it.

Oh— one last thing! I seem to have a writer’s block! It is okay, I know it is temporary, but since I’m both short on time and not inspired, it is likely that there will be no updates this week! But after that I get two weeks free before finals so I may post! Maybe I update The Promised Wonderland, I like soft boi Norman having his innocent crushes, he is so cute, and pure, and I love these babies.

#nila stuff #update #rambling #i could tag many things but dont wanna tag bait #a generally positive post #college

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ofthewilderwest · 5 years

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Anyways here’s my add brain’s idea of a history essay about the Cold War:

In Central Oklahoma born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days; playing fantasy adventure games with my friends, we spent as much time as possible going over to the creek at school to explore. Lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards lizards llllllliiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrddddddddddddssssssssss l i z a r d s l i z a r d s yeaaaaaah babey lizards are cool as heck can i write an essay about those funky little dudes instead of myself because i may not know much about myself but i sure as heck know about those scaly critters oh golly gosh this sucks

i hope filling the page with words makes it look like i’m doing something because i have absolutely no idea what to write. I remember nothing before the events of this week. And nothing has happened this week. Scooby dooby doo where are you.

Ha you know what a good word is? Plethora. Another good word? Puffin. But another good word is parakeet. Hey, they all start with the letter P! Nifty. Golly gosh i want to do something with this but what to do?

Think of their cry of their undying support. Prima donna your song shall never die think how you’ll shine in that final encore see these demands are rejected but if it’s loudly sung and in a foreign tongue it's just the sort of story audiences adore light up the stage sing prima donna once moooore. Okay thats a thing. A ghoooooost or rather a ghooOOOOoOoooOOOOooost aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… nope im still uninspired.

Woah, google docs saves automatically?? That's totally tubular man! Perfect for a lazy cabbage like me. Piano noises. Ugh i really need to work on work. Work? Idk her. Did you know the basilisk lizard can run on water with their toe flaps? They slap the water with their big feet and create a little air pocket between their toe flaps, allowing them to remain buoyant enough to run on water. Crusty is a gross word. Worse than moist. Moist>crusty.

Textures. Triskaidekaphobia. Woah i spelled that perfectly. It would be cool to be a bicycle. Rollin’ around and having’ fun to see the world.

My wife and I sat at the bed of our only daughter Roxie. The bleak walls the decaying trees the utter depression of the soul the bitter ghost of everyday life the icy sinking of the heart for seventeen years our roxie had danced danced on the edge of a star but now following the loss of her only child a sickness has taken over. He child was stolen and she blames herself she is wasting away her liquid eyes her thin lips her pale skin her spiderweb hair floating in front of her face. Astonishment and dread in the house of usher……. Ugly.

Cannibalism is rather uncool. I could see where it could be necessary but i couldn’t just EAT A PERSON. It’s quite spicy in here. My hoodie isn’t doing any good. Alms, Alms for a miserable woman. I feel like an elderly ravioli rolling down a hill into a lake.

Wowie i kind of want a ravioli right now. Is this acceptable to turn in to [teacher]? Probably not. I really want a ravioli. I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more for a ravioli now. Yum. This dude behind me is frickign on cool math games bro you really have no fear. Not to sound like a goth but, as a goth, I love Edgar Allan Poe’s stories. Wtf am I listening to I- oh yeah I like this song I forgot. Lizards Lizards Lizards.

This is peak creativity for me today. Still thinking about the ravioli. Penny Whistle solo from My Heart Will Go On. The sticker on my computer says [school]LAB529-38. It means i’m at [school name], lab 529, computer number 38. Litty.

I have absolutely no idea what to write. This isn’t even in mla format. Big chungus. Haha. whoops i almost used a comma instead of a period haha ya silly sausage. I sound like a chipmunk vacuum cleaner when i laugh. Go go gadget.

She thinks my tractor’s sexy. I hope not. I’m not part of the cars universe. Wait can i make a carsona? Is that allowed. That would be a rip-roarin funny time. My carsona is aaaaauuuuuuhhhhhh one of those baby cars that you run with your feet sticking out to drive

advertisement is a good word yeah it’s got a lot of syllables. Ssssyllablessssssssssss. Morphine.

My phone is blue, i have a blue phone, the poison the poison for kuzco the poison chosen specifically to kill kuzco kuzco’s poison that poison. Orange has the capability to be an awful color or a cool color. I just dont really like orange.

Sitting in a library bunch of books around meeeee wow the people i’m supposed to be with are sitting far away from me i’m all alone ):|> what if googgle haha googgle i spelled that wrong haha what if google didn’t exist and we were stuck with bing or yahoo or something that's super gross right?

Imm sleeby and i can’t go home until 8:00 unfortunately so i guess i’ll just suffer. There's a shiny nickel on the floor! Wow i might be 5 cents richer wait hold tf up there’s no cent symbol on the keyboard?? Really?????????????????????????? That irks me a lot.

Class will be over soon and the five hours or feet hurty dancy time. I gotta finish my candlestick hat but yaknow it will turn out ugly or smthn.

Do you ever just love your friends even if they are not talking to each other and suff you still love them wow my friends are queens i want to ea-

#add #actually add #long post

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aisu-zeilia · 6 years

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To Allure and Impede

SUMMARY: Marvin Lockens was fifteen when he was brought under Jameson Jackson’s wing and first started learning how to control and use his magic. Since then, he’s met Henrik Schneeplestein, the Castle’s doctor and his father figure, Chase Brody, the Castle’s Third in Command and best archer around, Jackie Bullmon, the Second in Command and Head Guard who’s always wearing red, and Sean McLoughlin, the King Himself, as well as various others. Yet, despite being with them for more than four years and proving to be a skilled mage, they all still treated him like the shy child they first met. And he was tired of it. What happens when he meets a stranger in the woods, who gives him cards to hand out and disappears into the shadows? What happens when he hides it from everyone? What happens at the Masquerade?

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Chapter 3 Words: 1439 Warnings: Mental Breakdown, vague mentions of abuse, self deprecating talk A/N: OOOOHHHHHHHH BOY YALL ARE GONNA MURDER ME FOR THIS CHAPTER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Not gonna lie i hurt myself writing this. But hey, I TRIED ADDING FLUFF and ended up adding angst too im SORRY. Anyways, all chapters arw under #TAI AU

and btw, thank my beta readers @lin-apples and @jackjames-exe as per usual

previous // next

Inhale. Exhale. In. Out. Left. Right. Left. Right. Blink. Keep running. Dont look back.

they don't care. They can do better. They dont need you. They'll throw you out too.

Marvin kept running. He ignored the branches hitting his face. Ignored the searing pain in his chest. Ignored the cold, the tears in his clothes. Run away from them. Run away from those thoughts. Don't think. Focus on running. Don't let them find you. Hide. Don't disappoint them.

He didn't know when he reached the familiar house, nor how. All he knew was that one moment he was tearing through the mud, falling, running. The next, hes shivering, wet from tripping into the small stream, knocking on the dark wood door.

A woman opened the door, wavy red hair messy and tied back. She blinked for a few moments, before registering how the mage apprentice in front of her looked. "...Marvin? Marvin, hon, what happened?!" She exclaimed, cupping his face and pushing his green hair away from his eyes. "Come in, come in!"

"You...what happened hon? You're covered in dirt and you're wet, Lucy can you start the fire?" She pulled him inside, already working to remove the wet articles of clothing. "Lets get you warmed up so you dont get pneumonia or hypothermia, ok?" Lucy, who Marvin remembers seeing with Henrik and Marissa, had brought over a quilt and handed it to her mother. She promptly wrapped him up, pulling him to the fire. "Come here, tell me what happened. Talk to me."

Marvin was tearing up, shivering and curling close to the mother figure. Everything in his mind was beginning to settle in, and it was terrifying him. But Marissa didn't push, just held him while Lucy wrapped around his waist. ".....it's okay hon, you're alright...you're safe....."

The dam broke, and suddenly he was clinging to her, sobbing, letting everything spill from his lips. Telling her about the woods, the mystery person, the cards. He told her about the ride home, the lies he told, the outburst. He told her about how he snapped, how he ran from them, how he ran away from the castle. He told her about how he was scared and didnt know why, how he was terrified.

The entire time, she listened. She held him close, carding a hand through his green hair. She didn't let go. Lucy had left, most likely to retrieve something to help comfort the apprentice.

" .....oh hon....." Marissa breathed, seeming to hold him even closer than before. "i won't tell Henrik about this, or Jamie. But i do advise you to give those cards away and get rid of them." A whine escaped Marvin's lips. He didnt want to confront them, not now. There was too much fear, too much tension.

Marissa seemed to sense this. "It doesn't have to be immediately, just soon, alright? Now, Henrik isn't due home any time soon, with the masquerade coming up. And I'm not telling anyone about you being here, so if you want to stay for a few days you go ahead. But for now, lets get you cleaned up." The ginger helped him up, guiding him to the guest room. She chuckled, seeing a bunch of her daughter's stuffed animals being spread over the bed. Even Marvin smiled softly at the sight, the 10-year-old's attempt at cheering him up warming his heart.

"There's clothes on the bed. If you need anything either come get me or tell Luce to come get me, okay?" Marissa murmured. "My room is right down the hall."

Marvin was torn. On one hand, he wanted to go in that room and disappear forever. On the other hand, he wanted, no, needed comfort. He needed to be held, to be told it was alright. He needed to feel safe.

He fell onto his knees, wrapping his arms around Marissa. She made a small noise of surprise, but held him tight. It didn't matter that Marvin was an adult, it didn't matter that it had been years since he was held like this. No, right now it was a mother, holding the scared fourteen year old child that was covered in scars and left on the streets to die, all because he had abilities that were feared. All because he didn't know control yet.

She guided him to the bed carefully, turning around only to let him change into more dry clothing, and tucked him in. At one point, Lucy had joined them, curling up next to Marvin. Marissa had smiled, and stayed with them. She hummed a lullaby, only stopping when they were both asleep. Carefully, she took off the mask that hid his scars, and set it on the nightstand.

She smiled, pressing a kiss to both Marvin and Lucy's foreheads. While Marvin was only a little more than ten years younger than her, and found on the streets, he was her child. And just because he was nineteen, that made no difference to her.

Marissa got up, blowing out all but one of the candles. She quietly walked to the door, taking one last glance at the pair.

"Sweet dreams Marvin, Lucy" she murmured, shutting the door.

"You don't really believe her, don't you?"

Marvin whirled around, seeing the figure of the person in the woods. Around him, there was nothing but a black void. It seemed to be endless, not an ounce of light anywhere. And in the center of it all was a dark silhouette of a person, covered by a cloak. Though, he could see the green eyes underneath the hood, slitted like a cat's.

"You think that you can stay away for a day or two, and everything will be alright?" The male continued, steadily approaching the mage. "You think it will be normal? News flash, Marvin, it won't be! They'll use this against you. Call you a child, make choices for you. Never give you your freedom."

"....whst do I do?" Marvin looked down, defeated. Whoever he was....he was right. They would see him as the baby, the child that was brought to Jameson four years ago. Nothing more.

The figure grinned. " Perform. Pass out the cards. Make yourself known. If everyone loves you, it will be easier for you to have the freedom you crave. The freedom you NEED. The freedom they won't give you."

The world seemed to grow darker, and Marvin could tell he was waking up. "And one more thing. Don't tell her about this. In fact, don't tell anyone." His voice echoed, before the figure surrounded by darkness disappeared from his vision.

"-vie! Marvie!"

Marvin shot up, breathing heavily. He was slightly ahaking, and covered in a cold sweat. Light peeked in from behind the curtains, and a candle close to dying sat on the dresser.

He jumped, feeling hands wrap around his waist. It was Lucy, hair messed up and looking worried for the older male. "....you were shaking and saying things...." She murmured, sounding concerned and scared. Marvin was like her older brother, afterall. And to see him vulnerable....it was scary to see those who are like protectors break.

Marvin breathed a sigh of relief, pulling her in for a proper hug. "Shh, its okay....I'm alright, see? Just a bad dream." He murmured. He was well aware that later he would be handing out cards, giving everyone a hint of magic in their lives. But for now, it felt like his heart was saying that it was best to stay and be a protective older brother. And so he would listen, at least for a little while.

Jameson was pacing. He had hardly any sleep, save for when he dozed off for just over two hours at his desk. So far no one had found him. Jack had to stay in the castle, so he tried to help search in discreet ways. Henrik had stayed as wel, in case Marvin returned or was brought back injured. Chase had taken his horse and combed through the woods, finding nothing but a couple scraps of material too close to the castle to help. Jackie had taken to the streets, having no luck. He even tried Marissa and Henrik's house, but she denied him ever coming by.

To say he was stressed was an understatement. He was filled with concern, worried about Marvin. It was his fault, he was the one who snapped. And, according to Henrik and Chase, he had been acting weird all day. Yet he never noticed it.

Jameson sat down in his chair, running a hand through his hair and leaning back.

He just hoped Marvin was okay.

WHOOOOOOO okay just a heads up:

Marissa is Henrik's wife. We dont have a canon name for her or her child's canon name/gender. All we know is that Henrik jas a wife and kids, and I had a friend name her. She found Marvin on the street, face scarred up and just overall beaten up. She took him in for just over a year, then he started going with Henrik to the castle to be taught by Jameson. Hee would always go home with Henrik tho.

now you know.

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #marvin the magnificent #jameson jackson #dr schneeplestein #jacksepticegos #Antisepticeye #TAI AU

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thegatesofinfinitespace · 6 years

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Injured/Bleeding Starters- “I’ve had worse.” (( :P you /SAID/ you missed MZ XDD ))

((-INHALES- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Y E S I MISSED YOUR BAT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA–)

[ Ø ] - She couldn’t quite tell anyone what exactly happened. It was…an ambush, that was certain–about a dozen CAL assassins, perhaps? More? Ray KNEW she was outnumbered, but not outgunned–or that’s what she thought, until she felt a cold, unforgiving frost over her side–one of them was ice based, damn it. And then… Darkness. Screams. Huge thuds of something MASSIVE slamming against metal and parts, it was all very, VERY fast… And by the time it was over, Ray didn’t even have time to appreciate the massacre that was before her. Her concern was obviously directed to the Maverick before her, injured–but she had to lead him to a more quiet part of Titus before CAL noticed they had just lost a whole squad of their own. “I–Gah, I’m not even going to argue, just–come ON, it won’t be long before they send more–”

More, huh? He can’t say he’s thrilled, even if most of the forces lay scattered to the winds after he’d swiped them away as quickly as they’d come. He hadn’t known what he’d even destroyed, only just had when he saw the cannibaloid under attack. There had been no thinking then, only destroying until the moment was safe.

It had been a while since he’d seen her, and while she was alive, she wasn’t necessarily no worse for wear. Sighing to himself, a hand brushing over his side and its gentle trickle of red through his fingers. It hadn’t been the ice-bots that had grazed him, but one of the others, a fool’s mistake that he shouldn’t have made. Perhaps he was getting out of practice.

But if she didn’t want them to stay in one spot, fine. It wasn’t like he couldn’t fend off another hoard, but... “Alright. Give me the coordinates.” MZ huffed, a hand out for the she-devil to grasp onto. “I’ll teleport us there.”

@codedhopes

#;bounded vamploid #codedhopes #~A Ray of Light~

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sexysilverstrider · 7 years

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k hey listen I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Hey, same person who submitted that Berkut player unit sheet to you a couple days ago, back again, but this time with a fun little fic based on that AU that you might enjoy! Also, as a side note, I was looking over that character sheet and I realized…that mourning quote that Rinea has for Berkut pre-end of his plot arc…shouldn’t exist. Because, for the AU, I picture the battle against Berkut going down before the battle against Rudolf (as I’ll detail a little bit in the fic). And while Berkut can retreat before that, he can’t be killed off before that since he’s plot important and he and Rinea don’t have the relationship upgrade unless he survives his battle. So, there’s literally no point where Rinea’s pre-end of Berkut’s plot arc mourning quote for Berkut would show up…That actually has nothing to do with this fic, it’s just that I realized it looking over that character sheet and it bugged me that I forgot to take that line out before submitting it to you…Ah well, back to the fic, hope you like it!

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There was a quiet murmur in the entry room of Rigel’s castle as the members of the Deliverance bustled about, healing from their wounds following the unexpectedly tragic fight with Emperor Rudolf’s army and preparing for their upcoming battle against the mad god Duma and his followers. Berkut, having finished being patched up himself, slowly walked about the room, searching for Rinea, who he hadn’t seen since the battle started, and for Alm, who he knew wasn’t taking the reality revealed to him by the fight with Rigel’s emperor well at all.

“Hey, Berry, you doing alright?” Gray called out to him.

“What have I said about that blasted nickname?” Berkut responded as he approached where Gray was seated on the floor beside Tobin, Faye, and Kliff, Faye busily healing the boys’ wounds.

“Oh, you’ve said many things about it over the years,” Tobin laughed, flinching slightly when Faye tightened the bandages on his arm, “We just prefer to ignore you!”

Berkut fought down the fond smile that threatened to show up on his face. As annoyed as he ever was over the silly nickname, the fact is he that just a few days earlier could’ve easily never heard their voices calling out that name ever again…And all because of his own foolish jealousy…

“Have you seen Rinea or Alm?” he asked, trying to ignore the burst of anger at himself over the reminder of his past actions.

“I think Silque asked for Rinea’s help to treat those who were severely wounded,” Faye replied.

“As for Alm,” Kliff continued, a slight frown on his face, “…Well, he said he wanted to be alone for a while…Can’t blame him for that.”

“No, we can’t,” Berkut murmured before nodding at the group and turning to leave, “Thank you.”

“Berkut.”

Berkut turned back at Tobin’s voice, curious about the unexpectedly serious tone of it.

“C’mon, quit being so distant with us,” Tobin said with a frown, “You’re acting like you did back when we were kids.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tobin’s right, surprisingly,” Kliff said, “Ever since we beat you back when you were possessed, you’ve been doing everything you can to stay away from us. You only ever really talk with Alm and Rinea now.”

“I…That is…” Berkut struggled for what to tell them.

“We get it,” Faye interrupted, “We know you’re angry that you hurt us in that battle. That you let yourself get manipulated so badly in the first place…That, maybe, you’re having a hard time forgiving yourself for all that…”

Berkut opened his mouth, whether to refute those words or to apologize for what he’d done yet again he wasn’t sure. But Gray held up a hand to stop him.

“You might not be able to forgive yourself, and we can’t speak for the other members of the Deliverance,” Gray said, “But the four of us have already forgiven you…So stop being such a stranger with us. You’re one of the Ram Village brats too, Berry.”

The others smiled and nodded in agreement with Gray’s words. Berkut looked at them all in surprise for a moment before nodding his head slightly, unable to find the right words to express what he wanted to say.

“I’ll remember that…Thanks.”

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While he had yet to see a trace of Alm, Berkut did finally spot his beloved Rinea coming out of one of the side rooms, an empty bottle in her hands. When they made eye contact, a breathtaking smile appeared on her face and she hurried to his side.

“Berkut!” her eyes quickly looked over his figure, lingering on his bandaged arms and the healing would on his forehead, “I’m glad you’re alright. I’m so sorry I didn’t come to you earlier.”

“I’m glad to see you as well, my dear,” Berkut said, a smile on his face as he brought his hand to her cheek, “I hear you’ve been hard at work.”

“There were so many wounded in the battle, I’ve barely had a moment to rest,” Rinea replied, gently nuzzling her cheek against Berkut’s hand, “…You might think it petty, but I must say that I’m jealous that I wasn’t the one to take care of your wounds.”

“I can hardly say anything considering the ‘childish jealousy’, as Alm called it, that I’ve displayed when you take care of others,” Berkut said with a laugh.

“How is Lord Alm?” Rinea asked worriedly.

“I would tell you if I could find him. Killing Emperor Rudolf, only to learn the man is his father. Mycen…Grandfather, may have said this is not the time to mourn but…”

“…And how are you faring?”

Berkut met her concerned gaze for a moment before looking at one of the many Rigelian banners adorning the walls. Mycen had told him a little about his true past. It turned out that a few months after his birth his father, a respected noble and soldier, was killed in battle. His mother, who had always been sickly and wasn’t expected to last long after his birth, begged Emperor Rudolf to take him in and raise him alongside the newly born Alm, his mother leaving behind the ring he’s carried with him since childhood. Soon afterwards, Rudolf gave both Berkut and Alm to Mycen and the rest was history.

Truthfully, Berkut didn’t feel as torn apart over his uncle’s death as his cousin was. Even though he’d been told the emperor had wanted Berkut and Alm to be raised together, in happiness and safety. Free from the dangers of the Duma Faithful, if only until the time came for Alm to fulfill his destiny as one with the Brand. His uncle had such fond wishes for him and his cousin, yet Berkut couldn’t bring himself to feel bereaved by his death.

“Perhaps I’m too coldhearted,” Berkut told Rinea after telling her what he’d heard from Mycen.

“I refuse to believe it,” Rinea said, an uncharacteristic glare on her face, “Just because you aren’t reacting as Lord Alm is, that doesn’t make you coldhearted. And it certainly doesn’t mean you aren’t grateful for what the emperor did for you or Lord Alm. There’s no one right way to react to such events.”

Berkut smiled tenderly at Rinea’s words, causing a light blush to spread across her cheeks. He took one of her hands and pressed a gentle kiss against her palm.

“I believe you are right yet again, my love,” he said, “…Thank you, Rinea…Truly…”

“I’m always happy to do what I can for you, Berkut. Now please, go and find Lord Alm. I’m certain he could use your company.”

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“So, this where you’ve hidden yourself.”

It had taken some time after parting from Rinea, but Berkut finally spotted a familiar green haired young man on the upper floors, looking out at the lands of Rigel from one of the castle’s many balconies.

Alm tensed slightly at Berkut’s words but made no movement, not even to turn and look at him. Berkut slowly approached his cousin, taking his place next to him and looking out in the distance.

Berkut had always imagined Rigel to look harsh and cold, to match the teachings it believed in. But while the country was certainly cold, though not uncomfortable so for the pair of cousins, there was a certain beauty about it. It wasn’t so different from Zofia. In fact, Berkut could easily envision a life for himself here.

“You knew…”

Alm’s sudden words broke Berkut out of thoughts. He glanced over at Alm, who wasn’t meeting his gaze. He decided not to bring attention to how red and puffy Alm’s eyes were, or how tired his gaze was.

“Back when I fought you,” Alm muttered, “You said some strange stuff about me and Emperor Rudolf…Nothing outright but, now, it’s obvious. You knew he was my father.”

“It was the last straw, so to speak,” Berkut replied softly, “I only needed one more push from the Faithful for Duma to get ahold of me.”

“You knew he was my father, your uncle, before we fought him…And yet you didn’t tell me.”

“And that was all I knew, Alm,” Berkut said heatedly, “I was told he was your father, I knew nothing about his character. For all I knew, he was still the warmonger we thought he was, he just happened to share blood with us.”

“You still could’ve said something!” Alm snapped. A moment passed before he let out a sigh and looked over at Berkut, “I’m sorry…I can’t really blame anyone for what happened, can I?”

“But you’re right. I should’ve told you, regardless…”

The two fell back into silence as a cold breeze kicked up.

“Grandfather’s right, I don’t have time to deal with this,” Alm said, looking up at the sky, “I have to focus on facing Duma. And Celica…I have to see her again. I need to see her!”

“This war is almost at its end, Alm. Once we bring down the mad god, there will be all the time in the world to mourn.”

Alm nodded, his gaze still one of exhaustion.

“You know, I overheard some Rigelian soldiers talk about your mother,” Berkut said after a moment.

“My mother?” Alm ask, turning to Berkut, a light back in his eyes.

“From what I heard, it seems you look a lot like her. She was a fearsome sniper who died a year after your birth.”

“A sniper?” Alm repeated. He and Berkut glanced over where Alm’s sword and bow were laid, “Well, I guess that means I should work on my archery. I have to live up to her reputation, huh?”

The pair went back to watching the soldiers enter and exit the castle down below, preparing the supplies for the next stage of the war.

“Did you learn anything about your parents?” Alm asked.

Berkut replied with what little Mycen told him and the small bits of information he picked up from some of the Rigelian soldiers. Alm looked just as eager to learn all he could about his aunt and uncle as he was about his own parents. In turn, Berkut couldn’t help but get more invested in learning more about his past, his family. Their family. He had figured that all he would truly focus on after the war would be a future with Rinea, but now…

“There isn’t much time for us to learn about our lineage,” Berkut said, turning to press his back against the balcony railing, “At least not now. But after the war, we can scour all the books and pester every Rigelian we meet to find out all we can.”

“But we still won’t truly know them,” Alm answered, “They’re gone, and with them the memories that only they could share.”

“Feeling unnaturally pessimistic, are we, cousin?”

“Heh…Sorry for bringing down the mood. You’re right, I-”

“Prince Albein! Lord Berkut!”

The two turned in the direction of the voice. Massena, the captain of the Rigelian imperial guard, stood in the entryway to the balcony.

“Sir Mycen and Sir Clive sent me to find you,” Massena explained, “It seems it is almost time for you all to set out.”

“The finale awaits us,” Berkut sighed after Massena left, “Let’s not keep them waiting long.”

Berkut headed towards the entryway, only to be stopped by Alm’s hand on his shoulder. The troubled expression on Alm’s face worried Berkut.

“Berkut,” Alm’s voice was serious, his gaze piercing Berkut’s, “Promise me…Promise you won’t die.”

“Didn’t I already tell you I wouldn’t?” Berkut replied, recalling them having this conversation while they were recovering after their battle days earlier.

“I know, but…One more time. Just once more…Please…”

Berkut couldn’t help but flinch at the unexpected vulnerability that laced that “please”. Though he could understand very well where Alm was coming from.

“You softhearted fool…I give you my word, Alm. This war will not take me. I have every intention of living a long life after all this.”

Having received Berkut’s vow, Alm released his shoulder. Berkut made his way to the entryway, pausing to look over his shoulder at his cousin, his trademark cocky smirk on his face.

“After all, I can’t die and let you take all the glory.”

As Berkut began to descend the stairs, he grinned at the genuine laugh Alm let out, the first he’d heard in the past few days. He chuckled, almost missing the gentle words, filled with gratitude and affection, Alm murmured next.

“Thank you, Berkut…I’m glad you’re still with us.”

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Hello, I sent in the asks about All Might getting cancer. I'm so sorry it has taken me so so long to respond, especially after you wrote managed to turn my ramblings into that fanfic! I was honestly tearing up while reading it and I think I need to join All Might and Izuku in that hug. (Also Izuku and Dad Might hugs give me life). 1/5

The image of All Might being so thin that Izuku can just easily pick him up is just. OUCH. I’m trying to imagine what would be going through Izuku’s mind while holding the man who used to be this big larger than life figure to him and now it seems like he weighs nothing and Izuku can just feel all he’s bones and he seems so fragile now. I imagine that after when Izuku is on his own he would just break down into tears. 2/5

The month left to live thing actually was a typo so the thought of All Might only having a month left with his kids hadn’t even occurred to me. I love how much potential angst that could lead to but at the same time it’s too soon! Izuku and the others need longer to say goodbye and come to terms with losing him. 3/5

This is getting very long and rambly (again) so I just have a couple more things to say. First off, good luck with your essay and good luck with finals! Especially that essay. You say 5 pages like that isn’t much but the longest essay I’ve ever written is barely 2 pages so it seems like a lot to me. I also want to say that I’m really enjoying Aphelion so far and I’m looking forward to the next chapter! I’m really curious about what’s going to happen next. 4/5

Thanks again for putting up with all the asks I send you, I can’t seem to keep things short, and thanks again for the amazing fanfic and All Might headcanons you come up with. I’m always happy to see you on my dash :) 5/5

AH anon!! Hello again!! I always love hearing from you ^^

Listen my heart was in literal pain thinking about All Might getting cancer and passing away. I actually got a very specific image of Izuku carrying a skinny Toshinori and helping him get into bed, just because he’s become that weak. His hands are constantly shaky, and he’s thin enough that it’s fairly easy to see veins winding up his arms. Just … imagine Izuku helping Toshinori get around his home, because he doesn’t have the physical strength left to do so himself. He’s cold often, and there’s constantly a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Maybe Izuku moves in, or Toshinori goes to live with him.

I felt some Toshinori and Izuku hugs were something that would act as a bit of a balm for such a heavy idea, yes. OH DANG imagine All Might Hugs™ when he’s really sick. It’s not strong, and the kids can feel his hands shake on their backs, and they would be cautious because he feels so fragile. Izuku would totally break down crying more than several times, poor kid. He’s losing someone so important to him. IM GONNA CRY.

I agree with you on the whole “month to live” thing. WONDERFUL amounts of angst but!! they need more time!! It needs to be gentle.

Thank you for the good luck wishes!! The essay went really well, and now I just have a few more things to wrap up over the next week, then my summer break will officially begin!! I’m so excited!!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I’m so glad you’re enjoying Aphelion!! It’s a blast to write, honestly, and I’m learning so much as I go along.

Thank you for sending these in. Like I said before, I love hearing from you!! You’re a delight, tbh, and I love your ideas!! I hope you had a good day!!

#me #anons #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aaaaa hello again anon!! i hope you're doing well!! it's nice to hear from you again!!!!#toshinori yagi #izuku midoriya #aphelion #cancer au #forged fanfiction

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jumpchain-drop · 4 years

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Chapter 2.1: 0.0 Years

“….aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

CRASH!

I landed in a face-down belly flop. It hurt, but somehow I don’t think I was injured. Still took a minute to get up.

“Where…?”

I seemed to be on a beach, in a faint indent in the wet part where the water washes over the sand regardless of tide, far fainter than the speed it felt I was falling at would suggest. Rocky outcroppings all around me. Aside from seagull cries and the swish of the waves, it’s pretty quiet.

I felt a lot smaller than before. Did I get turned into a little kid again? Going through puberty a second time wasn’t fun at all, I’ll tell you that-

why do I have Sandshrew hands

and arms

why am I a Sandshrew

what did the asshole voice do this time

he already took me from two lives, why the fuck-

I must have fainted, because next I knew, a voice was trying to coax me awake.

“Hey! What happened? Are you OK? Wake up!”

Everything started to come back to me. It was perhaps a couple hours later. The sky was pink with sunset, and the air seemed to be filled with… soap bubbles?

And in front of me was a Turtwig. Who, given the sudden lower vantage point in my perspective, was probably the right size.

I got up again, instinctively brushing the beach sand off off me as I did so. I never liked the beach that much; too cold and too many places for sand to stick to and annoy you to death. Deserts were superior in that regard.

“Great! You’re awake!” the Turtwig said. “You weren’t moving. You had me really worried back there.” It was then that I noticed the voice’s feminine tones, so this was probably a female.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Nothing to be sorry about! You’re the one that looked to be in trouble. How did you wind up unconscious out here?”

“The best I can tell, I fell from the sky.” I probably should’ve said something that didn’t sound completely ridiculous, but the reason I passed out was coming back to me and I was starting to feel done with this.

“From the sky…? But you don’t look hurt at all.”

“Funny how that works out.”

She seemed to decide to switch topics. “Anyways, I’m Terra. Glad to meet you!”

That’s when realization dawned over me.

“So who might you be-?”

“Terra?!” I exclaimed.

“Y-Yes, that is my name… Or is that also your name? That’d be confusing.”

“No, Terra, it’s me!” I pleaded. “Robert, your trainer!”

“Trainer…? But I’m not… Wait...” I saw the realization dawn in her eyes. “...M-Master?!”

“Yes!”

“Master, you turned into a Sandshrew!”

“I know!”

“How did that happen?!”

“Remember how I told you about the jerk that just dropped me into your world?”

“Yes.”

“They did it again. Only this time they decided to turn me into a Sandshrew. I mean, I like Sandshrew, but...”

“I… can think of why they’d do that, Master.”

I tried to raise an eyebrow at her, but I think I just ended up looking stupid. “What do you think?”

“I seem to have two sets of memories,” she said. “I remember being found and nursed to health by you in Orre, and spending ten years as your partner and evolving into a Torterra. But I also remember being born and raised in that town up around the shore there, Treasure Town, and wanting to join the Wigglytuff Exploration Guild my entire life, but never getting up the nerve. Heck, five minutes ago I ran away after being started by a voice when I tried to go in.”

“Hmm...” I pondered this for a bit. “You’re not entirely my partner, but you’re not an entirely different Pokémon either… It’s like the voice just merged the two souls together into one being or something. Which is not a thing I would put past that jerk.”

“Well from your accounts, at least you falling from the sky is more understandable now.”

“Yeah.” What else could I say to that? “So, if part of you is resident of this world, could you tell me anything about what’s going on here?”

“Let me think...” She pondered. “Hmm… Well, more and more bad Pokémon have been turning up recently. A lot of Pokémon have started being aggressive lately-”

But that was when I heard a sound that had me on immediate edge – one that haunted me for ten years.

The rapidly approaching sounds of a Zubat.

I saw it out of the corner of my eye. “Behind you!” Then I grabbed her and dived us aside, just in time to avoid the Zubat’s swoop.

“What?!” the Zubat screeched. “How did-?!”

“We’ve been spotted!” shouting a Koffing next to it.

I quickly got us both to my feet. “I thought after ten years, I’d finally been rid of…!” I reached for my belt, whether for my Poké Balls or my billy club, only to be reminded I didn’t have a belt.

“Hey, I don’t know you, punk!” the Zubat barked. “Don’t act like you know me!”

“Hey, the treasure!” the Koffing said.

I turned to where he was looking. A chunk of rock that wasn’t there before, with some intricate detail carved on the largest flat side. It looked like it had fallen off Terra’s person, er, Pokémon when we hit the ground. I looked back to find they started flying over us to get to it.

“No you don’t!” I shouted as I tried to leap up and swipe at the Zubat repeatedly, but he just flew higher than I could jump. “Terra, try using Bite on the Zubat!” I called to her as they started to come down on the other side, as she was closer.

But she didn’t move.

“Terra-!”

My voice cut out when I saw the fear in her eyes.

In the old world, Terra was as loyal as they come and never hesitated in the face of a command, but the Terra she had been joined to was a coward that ran away from a doorbell. And faced with two Posion-types, one of which was also half-Flying and had tormented her even when she was a Toterra, that cowardice took full hold.

The Zubat grabbed the treasure with its spindly legs. “This is ours now!”

“Whoa-ho-ho!” the Koffing laughed. “Not going to make a move-?”

My rapid slashing interrupted his taunting.

“Ow-ow-ow-ow!”

“Give that back before I start getting serious!” I yelled, standing defensively in front of her.

“By Arceus, he’s crazy!” the Zubat cried. “Let’s get out of here!”

Unfortunately, they were faster than me, so they escaped into a nearby sea cave before I could hit them again.

I punched the sand and cursed under my breath, then started trying to calm myself.

“I-I’m so sorry, Master…!” Terra sputtered as she hurried back to my side. “I-I don’t know what came over me!”

“It’s OK, Terra,” I said, giving her a light hug. “It wasn’t your fault.”

After a moment, she nuzzled my torso.

I broke the hug. “I take it you’re attached to that treasure?” I asked.

She nodded. “That’s my personal treasure. It means everything to me. If I lose that...”

“We’re not going to lose it,” I told her before she started crying. “We’ve survived dozens of Zubat attacks where there was more than one Zubat. Once we get going, that flying rat isn’t going to know what hit it.”

“And what about the Koffing?”

“How is that worse than an implacable swarm of Zubat?”

“I… I see your point, Master.”

“Come on, let’s go.”

And so we headed into the cave.

Even though I could now find myself understanding Pokémon speech, the Water Pokémon that inhabited Beach Cave (as I later learned the place was named) were not in a talking mood. I had to admit I felt pretty frightened, being a Ground-type surrounded by water, but I had a Grass-type at my side.

Surprisingly, Terra’s moveset didn’t regress with her; she had Bite and Earth Power still. I myself found my claws didn’t do too much damage on each individual strike, but I could hit multiple times in succession, so I think that’s Fury Swipes. I also had Defense Curl, and I think I stacked Rollout on top of it. We still need to experiment, but I’ve picked up on being a Pokémon really well all things considered.

When we finally caught up with those two in the deepest part of the cave, Terra had her old confidence building back up and we trounced them flat. Not even keeping off the ground could keep me from rolling all over them.

“B-Blast it...” Koffing muttered. “How did we get wiped out by wimps like them…?”

“Consider knowing your opponent first,” I spat at them as I ripped the treasure back from the Zubat. “Now scram.”

“Grr… D-Don’t think you’re so awesome…” he replied back as he got just enough hover back to not scrape the ground. “T-This victory was a total fluke…!”

“Y-Yeah, you just remember that…!” the Zubat added, its right wing looking a little limp where Terra had bitten it.

After they left, Terra hopped around in celebration. “We did it!”

“Yep,” I replied, putting the treasure down on the ground between us.

“And thank Arceus, my Relic Fragment is safe!” she added. “That’s, uh, that’s what I call my personal treasure.”

“Is what I figured,” he replied. “The term seems familiar.”

“Hmm...” she pondered a bit. “Master, you told us that you came from a world where my world was just a video game. Maybe this world was also a video game in your world.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” I said. “But it’s not one I played before. Not very far, at least.”

Terra picked up the Fragment and tucked it away… somewhere, I have no idea. “Let’s get back to the beach.”

“Yeah, good idea. All this water has me a little on edge.”

The sunset hadn’t fallen too far by the time we got back out, so we sat on the beach, looking out over the waves.

“So… thank you,” she said. “For helping me out.”

“No problem. I’m your trainer, after all. Or at least I was.”

“I know, but… the new me’s cowardice… It seems to go away when I’m with you. As long as we’re together, I feel like we can stand up to anything.”

“Good to know I’m an inspiration.”

She chuckled. It was nice being able to understand her like this. Her voice was very pleasant on the ears.

We sat quietly for awhile until she started talking again. “This is an age of exploration,” she said. “I’ve always liked legends and lore… in this world, at least… I always get excited by tales from the past. Hidden troves filled with treasure and strange relics… uncharted territories veiled in darkness… and new lands just waiting to be discovered. Such places must be full of gold and treasure. And history! Wouldn’t it be amazing to make historic discoveries? I always dream about that. It’s always exciting to me.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Ain’t that just the fantasy.”

“Hmm?”

“My home world has been completely explored already. There’s not one island that someone hasn’t laid claim to. When I left, if we were going to expand our horizons, it would have to be to outer space.”

“But this world is nothing like the human world!” she declared. “Treasure Town is the only dot of civilization on, like, the entire continent! Adventure is as close as your front door!” She gestured her head over to the cave entrance we had just been in. “We made a great team together in there.”

“We’ve always been a great team, remember. It was just a little different this time. Still… I can’t say treasure hunting doesn’t have its appeal. If I wasn’t so concerned with just surviving back then, maybe I would’ve done some.”

“Hmm… Master?”

“What is it, Terra?”

“You don’t know anything about this world, right? That’s why you were asking all those questions.”

“Yeah… Like before, no background information, no memories about this world, nothing.”

“Then you don’t have anyplace to go, do you?”

“...No, I guess I don’t. With how often I had to sleep on the back of my motorcycle, though, it doesn’t matter that much. I can probably rough it even more like this.”

“We should form an exploration team, Master!”

I turned to look at her. “Wait, what?”

“If we register with the Wigglytuff Guild as apprentices, we’ll have a place to eat and sleep, and we’ll probably be able to find where exactly my Relic Fragment came from, and we’ll probably find loads of treasure! It’ll be great! There probably isn’t a better way to spend the next ten years!”

“Eh, I dunno… Ten years as apprentices?”

“Well we’ll probably graduate long before that. Once we’re a full-fledged exploration team, we’ll be able to do anything! It beats sitting around waiting for time to start screwing up.”

“...Wait, what? Time screwing up?”

“Yeah, that’s why there’s so many bad Pokémon around,” she said. “The flow of time in some areas is going out of wack. Slowing down, speeding up, stopping altogether… Between that and the reemergence of mystery dungeons, like the cave we were just in, a lot of Pokémon are getting messed up.”

The idea of time freezing sparked something within me. “Alrighty then, joining the guild it is,” I declared. “We’ll see if there’s something we can eventually do about that. After that… well, since this world might as well cease to exist in ten years, we just might as well save as much treasure from it as we can. Make that warehouse a little less empty.”

“Hooray!” Terra cheered. “We can do this, Master! Together!”

“Please,” I said. “We’re effectively equals like this, and ‘Master’ is just going to look weird. Call me Robert, OK?”

“...OK. Robert.”

For my first time since arriving here, I smiled.

We started our way down the beach, when Terra pointed something out. A small crate – almost tiny by crate standards – had washed ashore. Painted on its side was the icon that made up the keychain on my warehouse key. I pulled it onto the beach and pried it open with my claws.

Inside was the notebook and the mechanical pencil. I took it and opened it.

Layer 2:

You have 10 years in this world.

Despite my best efforts, you are not a drop-in; the one you’ve become is a human-turned-Pokémon that have lost their memories.

You will receive your other items at the guild.

You will have a VERY busy first year.

None of your team members except your partner will go with you, but your perks and items will.

Entertain me.

“...”

“I can’t read human writing, Robert,” Terra said. “What does it say?”

“...” I snapped it shut. “Nothing of importance. Come on, let’s get to the guild before it gets too dark.”

And so we joined the Wigglytuff Guild as apprentices, registered as Team Firma; Terra had left the name to me and I couldn’t help but draw myself to our eventual double Ground-typing. True to what the notebook said, we received a starting kit. It had a Treasure Bag, an Orange and a Green Aura Ribbon, a Persim Band, and two Explorer Badges. Chatot, the guild’s second-in-command explained there was usually a Wonder Map with each starting package, but there’s been a shortage and until they can get one for us we’ll have to get another team’s help to know where places are.

Luckily my memory seems to be as flawless as it was the last ten years. I was certain once we got to a place before, I’d easily be able to get back there again.

(Also, they didn’t bat an eye at my name. Apparently using “human” names that survived myth was the hip new thing? Whatever saved me the trouble of having to come up with a new name.)

I decided to keep the notebook in the Treasure Bag. I recall there being a chance of losing items, and secretly I relish the possibility of getting rid of the damn thing.

The most bizarre thing was when I recalled not seeing the Relic Fragment for awhile and I asked Terra where it was. She said she was keeping it on her. I asked where, and she pulled it out. I tried mimicking her motions and pulled out the key from the warehouse. The keychain made it instantly identifiable.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t try it out, since the closest thing this place had to a locked door was a portcullis-like gate over the guild hall’s entrance. So, unless I invested in inventing locks (and I’m like half-certain I don’t have the engineering knowhow to do so), I was pretty much without any of my things from the other Pokémon world. Of course.

At least we could wear the ribbons without it messing with that. I took the orange and she took the green; she put it around her neck, while I opted for more like an armband. It looks good on her, and she told me the same about mine.

So far, in the face of nothing mattering, Terra was the only constant. It’ll have to do.

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