so twisted how rick prime claims every version of beth as HIS daughter (“raise echoes of MY daughter”), spitting in our rick’s face the fact that he never had a daughter that grew up, that was raised to adulthood, that had a family of her own, and implying every version of her that remains (and therefore her family) belongs to him, because they were the versions HE allowed to exist. their daughters, one who was loved and thus doomed to die, one who was abandoned and thus allowed to live.
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Inktobertale: Pumpkin Carving
“HEY!” A voice rang out, “THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY PUMPKIN!” The owner of the voice, Clef, glared at the pumpkin stealer.
“Well, you weren’t fast enough, dear sibling.” Pen laughed at their twin. Clef simply rolled their eyes. “Whatever, just help me with unloading the crates.” Clef huffed. Pen is a Frisk variant while Clef is a Chara variant; they, along with their father Ink, are all soulless and rely on paints from the Doodle Sphere.
“Are you both done arguing?” A glitched out voice called out, Error or known as The Destroyer of Universe to most, walked out of Ccino’s Cate Cafe and grabbed a small crate of pumpkins. “Geez Squid, why did you get so many pumpkins from FarmTale?” Error grumbled under his breath. The Soulless Family are currently helping Ink’s boss, Ccino, with transporting and carving pumpkins for the Fall season.
“I mean, you should know how dad is.” Pen looked at their step-father. “He loves this stuff, he is the embodiment of creation.”
Error looked at Pen. “Okay, first of all I forget how sensitive you, along with Ink and Clef, are to hearing. Second of all, that was sarcasm.” Error walked back into the building.
“THAT WASN’T EVEN SARCASM???” Pen shouted to the glitched skeleton.
Error chuckled at the writer’s reaction. “Hon, you’re not messing with our children again, right?” A voice called out. Error flashed a wide smile at Ink, who simply snorted in response. Error walked to the booth Ink was seated at and sat next to his mate. Ink turned his head to Error and nuzzled his cheekbone.
“Oi, let me put down these pumpkins before you become all lovey and dovey!” Error yelled at the affectionate artist while setting down the small crate. Ink simply giggled, his eyelights were a lavender heart shape.
“Sorry! I just feel very affectionate today!” Ink laughed a little, “I think I drank a bit too much of pink today, whoops.” They gave a sheepish grin.
“Idiot.” Error sighed lovingly, “That I somehow fell in love with.” Putting his forehead on The Protector.
“EWWW!!” Two voices range out, Clef and Pen. “THEY ARE BEING LOVELY AND DOVY IN PUBLIC!!” Clef cried out, they both were holding the two last crates of pumpkins. Ink and Error looked at each other, bursting in laughter.
“You both are seventeen, also you both walked on us making out, I don’t want to hear it.” Error said after calming down. Pen made a face of disgust, “Yeah, please don’t remind us.”
“Any who, put the crates on the table and then we will start the carving part.” Ink smiled at his two shooting stars.
Credits:
Ink!Sans: Comyet
Error!Sans: CQ/Lovers of piggies
Clef!Chara & Pen!Frisk: Yours Truly
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Hiram has a few prints and stereoscope cards of the Crystal Palace from the Great Exhibition of 1851, and between the pictures of the aisles and the exhibits there's a daguerrotype of a family standing near a photography display. The parents are proudly posing, but their son, a teenage boy with ruffled hair, evidently couldn't stand still and ended up slightly blurred. It's not a bad picture, it just lacks the poise the parents indended it to have.
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