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brushes-of-sage · 4 years

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If all 8 parts dont come thru blame tumblr and their ask limit frozen au idea: ok so yeah varian was born with ice powers(btw i have no idea if hugos adopted in this au or not, it might come back later, my brain is just spitting things at me atm)Varian hugo quirin and ulla were a happy family until one day and accident involving alchemy, ice magic, and a startled alchemist involves in both parents getting trapped in a giant amber trap(Hugo comes in just as the amber finishes consuming them)(1/8)

After this, varian is scared of himself and his abilities both in magic and alchemy. He now wears his gloves 24/7 as opposed to just during experimenting(varian is 9, hugo is 8 kinda like elsa and anna but flipped(i think)) Any confidence he had in his abilities is immediately shattered and try as he might he cant seem to free his parents with magic alchemy or both. Hugo tries to help as much he can but varian is too scared and doesnt want to hurt him. After doing some research,(2/8)

he tries to ask for the trolls help but they cant so he requests they erase his memories of varians power, for fear of hurting his brother (he cant seem to keep hugo out of his lab. He feels horrible about it but cant risk hurting his only family left) Btw i dont c varian hurting hugo accidentally as well i dont think he could emotionally handle it, but all u angst writers, knock urselves out. Fast forward a few years and varian is 21 and about to be crowned king bc he still hasnt found(3/8)

a way to free his parents. While at the coronation party hugo meets donella, quickly filling the mother role he wished he had. Little does he know, she is only posing as a foreign dignitary bc she heard rumors about a magical prince hiding in arendelle and wants to exploit/study it. By the end of the evening she determines its not hugo, but hopes getting in hugos good graces could help getting to varian. Fast forward to the ballroom, the brothers argue (about what i dunno), ice spikes, (4/8)

varian runs, hugo leaves to follow him, and leaves donella in charge. I also headcannon he gets his memories back as the movie goes on bc reasons. Along the way, he runs into belle, a hardened ice harvester whos seriously annoyed about this snow storm in july.(dont worry guys hugo and belle dont fall in love, theyre just friends)They trek their way up the mountain while varian builds himself an ice lab cuz hes a dork. Along the way they meet ice ruddiger("Im sorry u 2 made a snow raccoon but(5/8

not a snowman?" "shut up Belle")So they make it to the lab, Hugos impressed, he wants to reconcile, but varian still has Confidence Issues, insert first time in 4evr reprise and whoopsies Hugos heart is frozen and his hair is turning blue(its already blond) and Belle takes him to the trolls. They tell him “an act of true love” like b4 but they interpret it as familial/platonic love bc that love doesnt get enough love. He thinks its donella bc just like how anna was desperate for love,(6/8)

hugo was desperate for some sort of parental figure, and rushes back, insert evil monologue by donella here. The rest of the movie pretty much plays out as b4: varian is captured, donella continues playing good guy, hugo gets out of the locked library, slowly freezing as he makes his way across the fjord insert art by mom, love heals, parents are finally free, gates are open roll credits. This is honestly something ive been thinking about all day and this au now lives in my mind rent free.(7/8)

I know there are plot holes and missing elements, but this is what i have so far, i lowkey love it, and if u have any questions pls ask, i wanna elaborate this au as much as possible and questions will help and pls tag mom i want her to c this. Sorry if this is too long i just have a lot of thoughts. And oh my goodness that means so much that you've gotten invested tysm(8/8) -💙

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Okay, first off oh my heart, I need this movie now akfjakfja (and tagging @cinn-a-mom too ‘cause bless)

So lil Varian is the partial cause of the encasement, right? ‘Cause oh gosh, this poor kid being so enthused by alchemy and now has powers and all of that building up to encasing his parents?? Someone give him a hug 🥺🥺 (and omigosh if this does end up being where Hugo is somehow adopted into the family, just ohhhhh, him coming in at that moment is just *tears*)

And ohhhhh, I love how you slightly changed it to, if I understood right, Varian requesting that the trolls take away Hugo’s memories of his powers - ‘cause this kid is just wanting to help and Varian is scared and worried of hurting him, so he sees this as an option to protect him. (And ohhh, while the angst of him accidentally hurting Hugo with his powers is definitely wonderful, now I’m just imagining smol Varian going to the trolls and pleading for them to help and then coming to the decision to take away Hugo’s memories. Like OH MY HEART-)

And ohhh, I don’t think it’d play such a big part in the story, but as they’re both growing up, who’s acting regent at the moment? Or at least I’m just musing how things would be as they’re growing up since they were kids when Quirin and Ulla were encased (and if you don’t have any thoughts for it yet, that’s totally cool 🤗)

Ajfkakfjka Donella posing as a foreign dignitary to find the ‘magical prince’ to study is ahhhhhhhh- And then Hugo being drawn to her as the mother figure he’d always wanted and lacked for so long????? Lemme just

*sobs*

(Ajfkakdj Varian is SUCH A DORK OMIGOSH I LOVE HIM)

And omigosh, the whole dynamics between Belle and Hugo would be hilarious (“Shut up Belle” while she’s laughing yessss) Also snow/ice Ruddiger is absolutely adorable ahhhhh!

Hnnnnnngggg First Time I’m Forever Reprise and Hugo believing that Donella could break the spell (and ahhhhhh, I can just barely imagine how that monologue would go down - how she was never there for him, why would anyone want him - oh gosh, insert “More Than Just the Spare” ‘cause that’s literally how he’s feeling ahhhh - aldjgjlad even more so especially if he was adopted/taken in because he’ll feel even more isolated after all of this had happened, which is another reason why he was drawn to Donella in the first place)

And then cue Cinn’s art where Hugo sacrifices himself for Varian and we’re here to see all of the tears and sobbing and feels akfjakfjaj

BUT OMIGOSH I FREAKING LOVE THIS - Varian and all of his issues in confidence and his struggle to overcome it, Hugo and his issues in wanting to feel loved from having been pushed away for so long, you mentioned Belle was hardened so I’m excited to see her soften up ajfkakdj, and then DONELLA HECK YEAH - I was not expecting the route you took but I love it so much that it gave me chills ahhhhhh.

Wonder how Quirin and Ulla react to all of this once they get out ‘cause they’ve all grown so much and their kingdom as well

I freaking love this AU and the angst lord in me, while quite enjoying the soft and the fluff, is grinning quite malevolently at the angsty scenes hehehehehe, but seriously, this is AWESOME 😱

#varian and the seven kingdoms #frozen au #varian #hugo #donella #varian and the 7 kingdoms #sage answers #holy gosh this au is phenomenal though and ahhhhhh I love it #sorry if my thoughts are a bit scattered today hehehehe #but omigosh this is great #if you've got more to share then by all means add on to this beauty

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dee-de-winter · 4 years

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@ennis-art posted this pic and i was compelled

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There was something special about the experience of waking up with a mouthful of carpet, and Thatch’s obscenely cold fingers wrapped around his ankle. It was always the ankle; it didn’t matter what position they all passed out in after a night of drinking, Ace always woke up the same way. At some point, he supposed, he should have gotten used to it.

Just like he’d gotten used to the taste of carpet, Vista’s snoring, Izou’s insane sleep talking and the fact that Marco unleashed Cinnamon into the living room when he decided they all got more than enough sleep.

“Fuck,” someone groaned loudly and with a lot of feeling, signaling that she has been unleashed.

It was enough to wake everyone considering they were all intimately familiar with Cinnamon’s cold snout. She always went for the neck and Ace considered himself lucky that she always went for Haruta first.

“Baby, please,” Haruta said barely a moment later, and Ace felt the whine in his bones. “That’s fucking cold.”

Ace finally opened his eyes, squinting in the sunlight because Marco didn’t believe in lowering the blinds.

“Coffee,” he croaked when he finally spotted Marco on his way back to the kitchen. “Give,” he added helpfully, because he could definitely smell coffee somewhere next to himself and just knew Thatch already got his mug.

Marco always played favorites and Thatch always got the first coffee. Again, something he should have been used to.

“You spilled three separate drinks on the carpet and the place smells like a frat house now,” Marco said, sounding like he wasn’t suffering like the rest of them, but Ace knew better. “You don’t deserve coffee.”

Everyone was waking up properly, Ace could hear it, he could hear the smug way Thatch drank his coffee too, but the indignation alone was enough to sober him up a little.

“Go fuck yourself,” he said, looking for something to throw in Marco’s general direction.

“Oh fuck me yourself, you coward,” Marco replied and Ace could pretty much feel the eye roll as he walked back into the kitchen.

Ace was sure he his brain was shutting down, only the sound of Thatch choking on his damn coffee bringing him back to the present. The living room was so silent, he could hear everyone staring.

“Did he?” Ace asked, unable to close his mouth or look away from the doorway where Marco disappeared.

“Yup,” someone said helpfully, but he didn’t bother turning around to check who it was.

“I should maybe?” he asked, unable to actually form a full question.

“Yup,” someone else supplied, and Cinnamon boofed somewhere too.

Thatch was still hacking and coughing, and it felt like karma only a little bit.

“I’m just gonna,” he said mostly to himself as he got up from the floor, jeans all crooked and one of his socks missing, probably looking all kinds of bad, but Marco just said things and he had to. Do something?

He wasn’t sure what to do exactly, but it seemed like the kind of situation where he could just cross that bridge when he got to it.

“Can’t they do this shit after coffee?” Vista, maybe, asked from behind Ace, but it was easy to ignore him like usual.

Marco was sipping at his tea right next to the coffee maker like he hadn’t just said something mildly unusual. He was just standing there, looking like a hot mess, completely unconcerned about anything.

“Was that an invite?” Ace asked, only slightly uncertain. He as blaming that on the vodka. “Is this flirting?”

Marco turned to look at him, one very critical eyebrow raised at him. He had an insanely expressive eyebrow and Ace was nowhere near the right state of mind to translate all that.

“I’ve been flirting since that time we all went camping and you had to wear my clothes cause Cinn rolled your bag into the lake,” Marco said pointedly, his expression mellowed somewhat by the fact he was squinting at Ace without his glasses. “Thank you for noticing though,” he added in that sassy way he only got when suffering from a really bad headache.

Ace squinted back at him, silent for a second before he walked over to where Marco stood. Their chests were almost but not quite touching when Ace lifted his hands to cup Marco’s cheeks, enjoying the suspicious little quint he got.

“You’re fucking terrible at flirting,” Ace said. “Holy shit, I thought you were joking this whole time, it’s been months.”

“May be so,” Marco replied reluctantly, still suspicious. “But you’re dense when anyone flirts with you and I should have seen this coming.”

“Name one time I didn’t notice,” Ace challenged.

“You didn’t realize that chef guy was flirting for a solid year,” Marco countered, “the poor persistent bastard.”

“Fine,” Ace groaned, because Marco was not wrong, “I’ll give you that one, but you’re still bad at it.”

“You can help me get better,” Marco told him with a dorky waggle of his eyebrows, until Ace snorted and moved his hands from Marco’s face.

“I can’t believe that just worked for me,” he said with another roll of his eyes, but he was smiling still, forgetting he was hungover and miserable for a short while.

#opfanfic #marcoace #preslash #prompt #m'lady fic

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libertyreads · 3 years

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Book Review #20 of 2021--

Max and the Spice Thieves by John Peragine. Rating: 2.25 stars.

Read from March 28th to 30th.

Before we get into the meat of this review, I have to say a quick thank you to Netgalley and the publishers over at Crumblebee Books for providing me with an ARC in exchange for an honest review. Max and the Spice Thieves is a Middle Grade Fantasy book that is the start of a brand new series. Max must pair up with Captain Cinn and his crew of Spice Thieves when his mother goes missing. But he discovers that his life is far different than he imagined when he learns about his own magical powers. The book comes out on April 20th. Max and the Spice Thieves is available for preorder now.

Part of me really wants to say that the problems with this book stem from the fact that I’m not part of the target audience. I’m 31 and the main character is 12. So...yeah, I’m probably going to have some problems getting into this one. But I don’t think all of that can be blamed on the age discrepancy between target audience and actual reader. I think my main problem here really comes from issues with the authorial voice. The author has character who are all ages--Max and his friends are preteens, Captain Cinn and his crew are all adults--and somehow both feel deeply untrue for people in those age ranges. The children aren’t just precocious children who might have a slightly bigger vocabulary than most. They don’t sound like children. But the grown ups don’t sound like grown ups either. It’s like the author was writing a book about a kid for kids. But then realized that they needed to make sure if an adult was reading it to their child that they knew that a lot of what happens in the books aren’t things the author would condone. Which was just a weird thing to be thinking about while reading this adventure book.

The book felt like everything happened too fast. We travel all over the place with Max and his friends but I never felt like I really got a deep understanding of the locations or the people. The magic system also felt like it was under explored. Maybe it will go further into how the magic works in the next book.

But I will say that even with the problems I had in this book I still loved almost all of the characters. I want to know more about Piers’s past. And Lindzy is going to be one badass queen some day. I think if you have middle grade readers in your life this can be a good option for them and I think there might be enough in there for you to enjoy while you’re reading with them.

#max and the spice thieves #John peragine #middle grade #fantasy #children's literature #book review #book reviews #booklr #bookstagram #bookish #books read in 2021 #2021 reading challenge #goodreads challenge #goodreads #books #book

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rizzizzsins-blog · 5 years

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From the Ashes, Ch 7

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Asher smelled eggs. Was Theo cooking?

“Thanks, Theo,” He mumbled, before cuddling up in bed.

“Err, I think you’re lost, princey.”

Asher squeaked, almost falling out of the bed. “Why are you sleeping with me?”

“You death gripped my jacket and wouldn’t let go,” Cinn shrugged.

“So just drop the jacket!”

“I did. Then ya grabbed my shirt.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blamed you right away like that,” Asher apologized.

“It’s fine. If there was a weird skeleton in my bed, I’d flip my shit too. Well… technically there’s a weird dryad in my bed right now, but I’m managin’.”

“If you’re in here, is it your brother that’s cooking?”

“Yeah, he never lets me cook unless he’s out. He says it’s because my food sucks, but I know it’s ‘cause he likes cooking too much.”

Asher smiled a little. It was nice to not do the cooking today. He’d come to associate it with stress, anger, and dissatisfaction from his partner.

Ex-partner.

“Well, thanks for letting me stay the night. I’m gonna go hit up a gas station for grub.”

“You don’t need to do that. Breakfast is right here.”

“Your brother’s cooking for you and himself, not the hideous guest you brought over last night.”

“I’LL COOK FOR WHOEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE.”

How long had his brother been sitting there? There was a smug grin on his fanged face, his leg crossed over his knee. Asher reached up and shut his dropped jaw.

“AND A GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO, GUEST.”

“G-good morning. I’m really sorry for coming in like I did yesterday! I didn’t know I would be---”

“NONE OF--- Ah. Excuse me. Inside voice. None of that. If Cinn trusted you enough to bring you into our home, then I trust Cinn’s judgement on your character.”

Asher stood up and shook the Captain’s hand. “My name’s Asher. It’s nice to meet you. You really don’t have to cook--”

“I know I don’t. But I want to, so I will. Now, I was going to make french toast, but would you prefer something else?”

Asher’s stomach growled. He winced; it never used to be that loud. He’d never been so hungry for food in his life, even on the streets when he was going without.

“I don’t want to inconvenience you, but could you make me an omelet? Mine always look terrible and I haven’t gotten the hang of them.”

Were those stars in Edge’s eyes? They were only there for a second. Maybe Asher had imagined them.

“I’LL DO YOU ONE BETTER AND SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT PROPERLY! FOLLOW ME!”

And he was off.

“Hehehe, you got him riled up. Hope you like cookin’ lessons,” Cinn smiled, sighing contentedly.

“I usually associate cooking with fighting,” Asher admitted. “But I want to try.”

“That’s all he needs. Now, go make an omelet, princey.”

Asher almost fell on his ass trying to reach the bedroom door. Cinn floated him his cane.

“Right…. Thanks.”

The cane was hard to get used to. It was poor quality, and he could hear it creak with every step he took. Not that he had the money to buy a new one.

“WHAT’S THE HOLDU--- OH. My apologies. I often forget that not all monsters can keep pace with the Captain of the Royal Guard, nyeh heh heh.”

“No, I should have been faster.”

“I WAS BEING IMPATIENT. IT IS ONE OF MY FEW FAULTS. PLEASE FORGIVE ME.”

Asher just nodded, trying to make this conversation go away.

“NOW THEN! THE FIRST--- the first step is prep. And it’s the most important!” Edge smiled brightly at him, showing off very pointed teeth. It was cute. Scary but cute. “What do you like best in your omelet?”

“Errr, usually just ham and cheese. Bacon if I make a little extra change that week.”

“Have you ever considered yellow curry powder?” Edge grinned.

“I hadn’t. I’m willing to give it a shot, though,” Asher agreed, surprised.

“Well. Reach in the fridge and set out the ham, and whatever cheese you like. I have a very large variety, so if you are having trouble deciding, I will be happy to assist.”

“Probably just cheddar.” Asher was a little embarrassed. Some of those individual cheeses were worth more than he made in a shift, and he was a guy of simple tastes anyway.

“Cheddar’s versatility is highly underrated. There is no shame in choosing a safe favorite,” Edge assured him. “Here. A chair so that you can cut cheese off the block without worrying about your cane.” He floated a chair over to the table so that Asher could cut. Asher thanked him and sat down.

“How much am I making? Just for myself, or are we all having omelettes now?”

“We’ll all have omelettes, and I can take my current leftovers to Honey and Azure’s house later. Also, you need the practice.”

Asher nodded and started slicing the cheese.

“No, no, you’re doing it all wrong.”

“Well, you’re not teaching me in a way that I can learn! There’s a bunch of intermediate steps that you don’t tell me about, and then you get mad when I can’t read your mind!”

“Ugh, forget it. Just make scrambled.”

“I--- we’re halfway through! I don’t wanna waste all our work.”

“You burned the fucking hollandaise! It’s already wasted.” Theo tossed off his apron. “I’m eating somewhere else.”

“ASHER, YOU’RE BLEEDING!”

“What?”

Asher’s spasms had begun again, and he’d sliced his finger open while daydreaming. Black sap, thicker than molasses, poured out of him. It smelled like blood and maple syrup. He gagged on the scent, the look of it, everything.

“Here, I’ll get the first aid kit.”

Before Asher could protest, Edge’s magic gently removed the knife from his hands, pressed his hands down to still them, and patched him up. He was very thorough, disinfecting the wound with immense care. As if anything would ever grow on Asher again.

“That should do it. Would you like to stop for now?”

“I’m eating somewhere else.”

“N-no! I want to learn.” Asher winced, waiting for pushback.

Instead, Edge gave him an impressed look. “Then let’s continue. You got some blood on the cheese, so you’ll have to start over. Do you think you can cut it without hurting yourself?”

Asher nodded, determined to keep his head in the present.

He kept having flickers of arguments in his mind, but he pushed them down and cut enough cheese off the block for every omelet.

“Excellent work. When your hands are not spasming, you have a very good touch for detail.”

Asher didn’t know what to say to that, so his head nodded, then shook.

“The ham is pre-sliced at the deli counter where I shop, so you just need to lay it out so that it’s immediately accessible.”

“I can do that.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Just don’t push yourself too hard.”

Asher’s twitching slowed down, and he was able to lay the ham out with no problems. Nice.

“Now! Do you think that you can cleanly crack some eggs?”

Asher shook his head. He didn’t want to get egg everywhere.

“Then I shall do this part, but there are handy devices that will crack an egg for you. I can purchase one for you in the future.”

Before Asher could protest, Edge moved right on.

“Now, many home cooks do not know this, but you should add just a bit of water to your egg mixture. It will make them fluffier.”

“Really? That seems counterintuitive,” Asher was surprised.

“It does, but it works.” He handed the pitcher to Asher. Asher spilled a little bit of it, but got enough water into the bowl.

“Now, I am not sure you’re within capacity to whisk by hand, so here is an electric whisk. The lowest setting should be fine… whisk until your yolks and whites are completely blended.”

Asher nodded. It took focus to hold the electric whisk, but he managed to work it out fine.

“Wonderful. I have been preheating our pan at high heat. I use copper, but you should probably use nonstick for all of your needs. Grab the stick of butter and rub the tip all over the bottom of the pan until it is completely covered; take care not to burn yourself.”

Asher nodded. The butter hissed a little upon touching the pan, but he didn’t startle and held his hands steady.

“When the butter stops foaming, the pan is ready.”

The butter stopped foaming.

“Now, add the eggs, carefully.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Then, I shall.” Edge added the eggs.

“Let the eggs sit for a while, then scramble the loose eggs over the set ones a bit.”

He did.

“Now we can add toppings. I shall do this part.”

The ham and cheese was added.

“Now, we only need to flip one side, because the other will flip itself when we slide it onto the plate. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

It had been fun, but painfully eye-opening. What used to be a task he could do in his sleep now required his full concentration and he couldn’t chop cheese right. He couldn’t even pour water right.

“What is wrong? We still have 2 more to go.”

“I--- I’m sorry…. I’ll just get in the way ...”

Edge gently took his hand.

“Asher. I said that I would teach you how to do this. Because I am prepared to teach you, as you are, how to best make an omelet. If you need my magic to steady your hands, or you need me to do some steps, I volunteered to do it, and I want to.”

Asher didn’t know how to respond to that.

Helping him as he was.

An invalid.

Someone useless.

“Get out of your head and back to the kitchen, Ash,” Cinn grounded him, having teleported in.

Asher took a deep breath, and continued to make breakfast until everything was done.

“.... Alright… it's done." The whole thing had worked him up into a light sweat. Cooking. Had made him sweat.

"Grub time, space cadet," Cinn gently nudged him and guided him to his seat.

It was the best omelet he's ever had in his life. Edge had used three eggs for him despite his insistence that one was enough, and he could see why.

Wait, why did Edge know that? Cinn had been around the hospital, so him overhearing wasn't out of the ordinary.

"How do you already know what to do? Every step I take, you seem ready to catch me. You have an abnormal amount of knowledge about such a rare condition."

Cinn sighed. "You're a sharp one, princey. I actually wanted to talk to ya about it. My--- our dad--- has the same condition. So we've been through the motions already."

"Except he wasn't nearly as appreciative of our help and swatted at us when we tried to touch him," Edge grumbled. "I thought I was short tempered and irritable, and then I met my father."

Asher swallowed. "Estranged family?"

"Well, he and many others we know we're hurtling through the VOID, so… yes. That's about as estranged as one can get," Edge chuckled.

"Wait, there are more? Then why did Dr. Dreemurr make it seem so rare?" He asked Cinn, confused.

"Well…. Uh…. It's not as… visible on 'em as it is on you. No offense. But they like to keep it under the rug. We try an' respect their wishes, but bro and I thought it was important this time."

"When did you two talk?"

"I woke Cinn earlier and we charled while you were canoodling."

Asher's face turns darker, yet darker.

"Nyeh heh heh, worry not! I was only teasing you a bit. Anyways, my brother expressed concerns about homelessness with me, and---"

"No. I won't be a burden to you or the Royal Family."

Cinn sighed. "Had a feelin' you would say that… so we came up with somethin' else."

"Our family recently bought a… vintage--"

"Derelict," Cinn interjected.

".... Homely, very small assisted living home, repurposed from a large old mansion."

Asher opened his mouth to protest, but Edge stopped him.

"Now, we do not intend on putting the place back in business. But our father, and his colleagues, as much as they'd never admit it, are finding living there, even on their own, to be far more accessible than living with us or in a regular apartment."

Cinn sighed. "They're going to work, and doin' a little better than when they were livin' with us and our cousins, but visiting is… a bit of a nightmare?"

Edge nodded.

"Anyways, since we've noticed you despise taking something for nothing, our proposal is this: you may have a room and a study in the mansion, and your duty is to keep the house at least a little cleaner than when we last saw it… and try to keep our fathers from killing each other."

Asher paused. He'd just gotten out of a shitty roommate situation, and now they were offering him another, with a nebulous amount of roommates. But it was a mansion, not a one room studio apartment, and they were strangers, not the person who was supposed to be the love of his life.

Maybe he could make this work.

"I want to meet your cousins, make sure they're okay with it, then I want to see the grounds… and at least glimpse the people I would be living with."

"Heh, glimpse is pretty fuckin' accurate. Those guys are like mole rats. They stay in their lab if they're in a good mood, disperse to their studies once they start fightin', and occasionally remember to sleep."

"In the worst possible places, I might add. On the couch, under the couch, in the middle of the hall, in the bathroom… that is probably something you should be aware of as well."

Asher nodded.

"How soon can I meet your cousins and see the grounds? I don't want to keep infringing on your space."

"Hmm… I can ask and see if they can clear their schedules. Give me a moment.

LordEdgeLord: HELLO

LordEdgeLord: I WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY ANNOUNCE THAT, NO THANKS TO ANY OF YOU, I HAVE LOCATED WHAT I BELIEVE TO BE A SUITABLE TENANT

Nillawafer: you sure that's a good idea?

the fight over the stolen k cups hasn't even been resolved yet

LordEdgeLord: LOOK, THERE WILL LITERALLY NEVER BE A 'GOOD TIME' FOR US TO INTRODUCE CHANGE INTO THAT HOUSE. THE TENANT IS UNDER DURESS AND I WOULD LIKE TO MOVE HIM IN QUICKLY.

Nillawafer: wait a sec

Nillawafer: is this the void accident victim? My answer's no.

LordEdgeLord: AND WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOUR ANSWER BE THE DECIDING ONE WHEN NO ONE ELSE IN THE CHAT HAS SAID ANYTHING

LordEdgeLord: WHAT WOULD PAPY SAY ABOUT YOU SPEAKING FOR HIM?

Nillawafer: you keep my little bro the fuck out of this. He doesn't need to know

PapayaSkeleton95: NEED TO KNOW ABOUT WHAT, SANS

Nillawafer: oh you piece of shit Edge

LordEdgeLord: YES. I'M TRYING TO FIND LODGING FOR A MAN WHO HAS NOTHING LEFT AND I'M THE PIECE OF SHIT.

PapayaSkeleton95: LOOK BOTH OF YOU STOP TYPING I'M READING THROUGH THE HISTORY

PapayaSkeleton95: OK I'M DONE READING

PapayaSkeleton95: YOU HAVE MY BLESSING EDGE

Nillawafer: wth paps?? You know throwing some decrepit beat up void victim into that house is just gonna make all of them feel worse

Nillawafer: the last thing we need is them getting paranoid and working harder towards a cure that doesn't exist

PapayaSkeleton95: SANS THEY WILL CONTINUE WORK ON THAT CONFOUNDED CURE NO MATTER WHAT WE DO

PapayaSkeleton95: YOU KNOW WE CANNOT HELP THEM

Nillawafer: that doesn't mean we have to make it worse

PapayaSkeleton95: WE CANNOT HELP OUR FATHERS. BUT WE CAN HELP THIS YOUNG MAN. HE'S STILL IN COLLEGE SANS, HE'S BARELY YOUNGER THAN I AM

PapayaSkeleton95: WHO KNOWS, MAYBE THIS NEW PERSON CAN ASSIST THEM IN WAYS THAT WE CANNOT

HoneyMcStickyBuns: sorry to interject but that's a lotta pressure to put on a guy who almost died. Just wanted to make that clear

PapayaSkeleton95: OH OF COURSE

I DID NOT MEAN TO INSINUATE THAT THEY WERE REQUIRED TO

HoneyMcStickyBuns: I dunno. I feel like that house is the worst place to recover. how would you feel if you were constantly surrounded by hateful old men who think you're nothing?

PapayaSkeleton95: I KNOW EXACTLY HOW THAT FEELS. I AM A LAWYER IN MY 20S SURROUNDED BY HUMANS THAT WANT TO SEE ME FAIL. I THINK YOU ARE MAKING A JUDGEMENT CALL THAT IS UP TO THE TENANT TO DECIDE FOR HIMSELF

HoneyMcStickyBuns: welp last thing I need is to get blamed for more trauma and shit going wrong so my vote's a no

L00dBerry: I VOTE YES! IF IT'S EITHER THAT OR THEM BEING ALL ALONE, THEN MAYBE OUR FATHERS WOULD BE BETTER COMPANY

HoneyMcStickyBuns: thought I told you to change your name

L00dBerry: SURE THING HoneyMcStickyBuns

Nillawafer: ok if you two are gonna keep fighting then you should log off and do it irl. We have other votes to collect

EDGE: SO FAR 3 YES AND 2 NO

Nillawafer: i counted 2

SinnamonRoll: yeah my vote's yes vanilla

Nillawafer: really Cinn? You know this is gonna end in disaster

SinnamonRoll: actually Nil, I don't

And neither do you, not really, so stop acting like you're fuckin smarter than everyone

Nillawafer: ok Cinn real convincing

SourGrapes333: MY VOTE IS MAYBE. I NEED TO MEET THEM FIRST.

Xxxprxo: agreed

Cortad0: I agree with my brothers.

Scampalicious: yes for me

Vionetta: MY FILTHY ASHTRAY BROTHER HAS SPOKEN WELL ENOUGH OF THIS PERSON THAT I WOULD LIKE TO CONCUR.

F1lmN0iR: MY BROTHER AND I SAY NO. NO ONE ELSE SHOULD HAVE TO PUT UP WITH OUR MANIPULATIVE BASTARD OF A FATHER

sMutty: yeah it's a no for me. Thanks m'Lord

LickmyIliacs: I'M ALWAYS HAPPY TO SEE OUR FATHER BRANCHING OUT.

Rosieposa: yeah poor guy really needs a new playmate

LordEdgeLord: THAT IS IN NO WAY A PART OF HIS DUTIES AND I WILL NOT HAVE YOU TELLING HIM OTHERWISE YOU DEGENERATES

Rosieposa: are you as boring in bed as you are in this chat

Rosieposa was kicked for: 1 hour

LordEdgeLord: ANYWAYS

KissMyAxe: typical of you to not even ask how we feel edgy

SugarSpiceandNice: NoW noW bRoTHER

I THinK it'S a LOVELy iDEA ESpeCIALLY FOR OUr FATHEr. He TeNDS TO selF ISOlatE JUst LiKE YOu!

KissMyAxe: my concern is the kid himself being isolated. that old man seems perfectly happy to spend the rest of eternity staring into space and hiding in his bed but this new guy might not be the same

My vote's a no

SugarSpiceandNice: YES FOR ME

LordEdgeLord: SO WE HAVE MOSTLY YESES AND A FEW MAYBES. WOULD ANY OF YOU LIKE TO MEET THE YOUNG MAN FOR LUNCH OR DINNER

Nillawafer: fine. But it's gonna be at the mansion. He deserves to see what it's really like in there.

LordEdgeLord: YES WHATEVER

Edge looked up. "They want to meet today at dinner, in the manor."

“Jeez, already? That was fast.”

“Yeah, whenever Nilla doesn’t feel like draggin’ his fuckin’ feet.”

“SANS! It’s ‘dragging his mother fucking feet.” Both brothers had a good chuckle at that.

“Well…. I don’t have anything to wear. Besides what’s on me right now.”

Edge looked at him incredulously. “Are you kidding? That’s the easiest thing to fix ever. We’re going shopping!”

“Wh--what? I don’t have shopping money!“

“Well, the King and Queen do, and I’ve already texted them. They’re not taking no for an answer this time!”

Asher sighed deeply. Maybe shopping wouldn’t hurt, not this time.

“Alright. Let’s go shopping.”

#from the ashes #fta #ssll #ssll inspired #undertail

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