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blueisquitetired · 1 year

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When you got time, do you have any tips on writing Ingo and Emmets dialogue? I really like how you write them but I can't seem to get their speech down. It's mainly Ingos which is annoying since he canonical has more dialogue than Emmet.

Oh thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy- writing these boys dialogue is one of my favorite parts of writing and has made me seriously consider how I write speech for every character I do. It’s been great practice!

Okay, actual advice time lol.

HOW TO WRITE INGO AND EMMET

(According to me, Blue)

(Now, keep in mind that there isn’t one true way to write the boys, and this is just how I personally write them. Take this with a grain of salt)

When you’re first starting out writing the boys I recommend writing dialogue in your own voice and then submasifying it.

For example, let’s take this dialogue and transform it:

“Sorry I’m late for work! My dog chewed through my nice pants so I had to find some new ones! It’s been a bit of a rough day today, not gonna lie.”

So starting with Ingo-

Ingo talks extremely formally and is super long winded. When writing dialogue for him, try to imagine a fancy British butler who uses long words and long sentences. Replace normal words with more “fancy” ones and use more words then you really need to. (A thesaurus can be extremely useful for this)

“My sincerest apologies for my tardy arrival!”

Then, pepper in train terms as much as possible. If he goes three sentences without saying something train related, find a way to stick one in. If you’re stuck, look up a list of train words and take inspiration (I’ll include a list of train expressions I commonly pull from at the bottom of the post) (Make sure to use “Bravo!” and “All aboard!” whenever applicable as well)

“I awoke to the unpleasant surprise of joltik holes in my trousers this morning- which delayed my cab significantly as I was forced to find an undamaged pair!”

I personally strive to use consonants (stuff like I’d, we’ll, don’t) as little as possible with the boys. For Emmet it’s to add to the choppiness of his dialogue and for Ingo it’s because that man would rather use fifty words when one will do. (It also makes them sound more professional!)

“Honestly, after a morning like this one, I pray that the remainder of today’s tracks prove to be much smoother.”

Another thing to keep in mind is that Ingo is extremely polite while Emmet is a bit more blunt. Try to use titles like “sir” and “miss” when writing Ingo- and then just don’t bother with Emmet.

Next up is Emmet, who I personally find much harder then Ingo! Unlike Ingo who’s dialogue you need to add words to, Emmet you need to subtract and simplify! This is the post I originally read to kinda get the jive of things, but here’s my pointers!

First off, figure out what concepts the are being expressed in your sentence, and split those apart.

“Sorry I’m late for work!” has two parts- an apology and an acknowledgment that the person is late. For Emmet we would want to split this single sentence into two.

“I am Emmet! I am late! Sorry!”

Next is vocal ticks! Emmet has several, and they should ideally be sprinkled in sparingly through his dialogue. (You can see that I used ‘I am Emmet’ in the previous section)

‘I am Emmet’ should be used when he is joining a conversation or when he’s about to say something about himself. It CAN be used more then once in a single conversation- but try not to overdo it.

‘Verrrrrrrry’ is another one! Other submas authors have him roll the r on other words as well, but I stick with verrrrrry. This one is easy to use- just extend the word very with extra Rs and use very whenever naturally applicable.

‘Yup’ is one as well- and one I admittedly don’t use often. It rarely jives with the way I write Emmet so I usually don’t bother- but you should definitely keep it in mind!

And of course, train terms! Less often then Ingo of course (since he says less words in general) but if you can find a way to fit it in, go for it.

“The joltiks chewed holes in my pants! Verrrrry naughty. Had to find new pants. Holey pants do not pass safety checks! Yup!”

Finally, the man likes his patterns! When writing Emmet it’s a good idea to have his Blubapedia page open nearby so you can just steal chunks of his script from that. (You can, and should do this for Ingo too!)

“Bad morning. Oh well. Follow the schedule! Everybody smile! All aboard!”

Of course, the man is perfectly capable of speaking longer sentences- but when and where he does so is up to the author.

All that being said, it’s important to remember that you’ll likely have to attempt their dialogue a few times before getting a sentence to flow right. Even for these examples I had to do a couple takes until I found one that really worked!

Here’s a couple of other notes for writing Pokémon characters in general:

Watch out for expressions and words that use animals. (like beeline or ‘in the dog house’) Try to replace those words with their Pokémon counterparts- (such as combeeline [which I’ve typed so many times I’ve started using internally in my day to day life]) or something that sounds close enough (like if your censoring f***, ducklett doesn’t work nearly as good as duck. So try muk instead!)

Do your best to replace religious swears with Pokémon religion! Instead of heavens, or the big G word, use words like, ‘Dragons!’ Or ‘Sweet Swords of Justice!’ (Of course, these are Unovan swears. For Hisui you should be using things like ‘Sinnoh’ and ‘great Time!’. Other regions have their own legendaries as well)

And finally, my list of train terms I pull from regularly!

Cab (or car): To refer to one’s body

“I am afraid my cab is in need of repairs.”

Tracks: A plan or intended route

“Very well! I will follow the tracks you have set!”

Destination: The goal or like, the actual destination

“Bravo! Your talent has brought you to the destination called victory!”

Station (or terminal): A location

“Very well! Let us set our tracks to the Pearl Clan’s station!”

Two Car Train (or three or four or whatever number you need): Friends or a team

“Emmet and I are a two car train!”

Couple (opposite being uncoupled): To join together

“I must ask that you couple your car to mine as we make our way through here. It can get quite dangerous!”

Engine: Another term for your body, but more specifically in regards to energy or drive

“I’m afraid I must rest my engine.”

Refuel: Eat.

“It is getting quite late- let us take a break to refuel.”

Conducting: Guiding

“I look forward to conducting you on this endeavor!”

Derailment (or collision, wreck, trainwreck): Something that has gone wrong.

“Apologies. It appears I have been derailed.”

Unscheduled (opposite being scheduled): Something unexpected

“Ah! A cave in! It appears we must make an unscheduled stop.”

Passenger: Person (or Pokémon)

“It appears we have picked up some unexpected passengers!”

Conductor: Ingo sometimes uses this to refer to himself (works especially well in Hisui)

“Passenger, please refrain from stabbing the conductor”

Delay: Something happening later then scheduled

“Apologies for the delay! Let us begin!”

Sidetracked: put off course

“Ah, but now I have sidetracked us with this talk.”

All aboard!: Good conversation ender 💙

“ALL ABOARD!!!”

#submas #blue askbox #blue’s writing #subway master ingo #subway master emmet #writing tips

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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:3 telling you how much I love reading each an every one of your hcs AND asking for a request... a while back u wrote up imagines for the train bros (+ warden variant) with a pregnant s/o & how they'd be during the birth. this may sound absurdly specific, but I've had this in my head since I read it! can I ask for the same thing... except this time, something is preventing them from bringing their s/o to the hospital (or medic), and they end up having to deliver the baby/ies themselves?

what a lovely thing to follow up that angsty thing i posted earlier about the twins and babies <3

WARNING: descriptions of birth, some blood mentioned, fresh babies be nasty

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Ingo:

Ingo is in love with your stomach. Along with you, your tummy gets good morning kisses, goodnight kisses, goodbye kisses before work, and welcome home kisses once he's returned. You'd accuse him of loving the child you're carrying more than he loves you if he didn't always look up at you after each kiss, eyes sparkling up at you like you created the universe just for him. To him, you did.

Christmas is closing in, and Ingo dances tiny toys and little socks across your stomach, whispering to the baby about all that it'll receive once its born. You both opted out of knowing the gender, so the toys are a mix of pink and blue, of soft yellows and whites and blacks. It's as Ingo's running a small toy train over your tummy, making the noises for your child to be adapted to, when the first contraction rips through you

Ingo freezes as you bow forward and cry out, eyes flickering between you and the heavy snow outside. There's no chance of you getting to a hospital in this, but Ingo calls anyway, panicked and yelling on your behalf. You feel more calm somehow, seeing him panic. You follow the directions of the frazzled nurse on the phone, and sit in the bathroom with some towels and water and such. Ingo is trembling as he kneels before you, the nurse on speaker on the sink counter.

With lots of blood and loud (scared) encouragement from your husband, you manage to push out a baby. You nearly collapse from the pain, but you manage to stay up. And it's a good thing you did, for Ingo's face as he cradles the screaming, squirming body of his son is worth every moment. He's in awe, carefully wiping away the blood and nastiness from his son's face. And when silver eyes blink up at him, he cries.

As your son feeds, Ingo hugs you and cries happily. He babbles about the beautiful son he has to the relieved nurse, following her clean up instructions happily, with only a "few" breaks to kiss on you and your new son. Once clean, he carries you both to the bedroom, letting out the Pokémon in one-by-one to meet the new member of the family.

Emmet:

Emmet has this baby thing down pact. He's bred so many Joltiks with Galvantula that he knows everything there is to know already. Or, he thinks he does, then you get pregnant and start showing symptoms, and he suddenly remembers your not a spider. He's surprisingly quiet in his awe and interest of your changing body and the life growing inside of you. He presses his hands to your stomach, followed by his head, and just feels your heartbeat around the squirming body inside you

He prays for twins, for two babies to be inside you. You're so big, and so soon into your pregnancy. He's growing excited, and when ultrasounds confirm you're having twins, he celebrates for a week, a month, for as long as he can. Knowing there are two babies kickstarts his need and want to speak to the babies in your belly, and he does so every night before bed.

Everywhere you go, there's a hand on your stomach. Emmet is proud, and he always wants to be feeling you and your children, to be aware that they're there as well as you. His clinginess is up up up, and he grows weepy just leaving you to go to work in the morning. He practically sprints home every day just to fall to his knees and kiss his way up from your stomach to your lips. You've started to bring a pillow to kick under his knees with how often he does it

It's one day, when he arrives home, that he finds you're not there to great him. No, you're screaming for him from the bathroom. Emmet knocks the door of its hinges, gasping as he finds you in the bath, soaking wet and crowning. You cry for him, and Emmet doesn't think twice before joining you in the bath. You're Pokémon fetches him towels and water while he struggles to coach you through pushing and breathing. His hands are shaking as you push the first baby, a small little girl, into his palms.

Emmet holds the first baby as you birth the second, both small enough to be handled with one hand. Emmet holds the twins, uncaring of how gross and bloody his shirt is growing. He's speechless, wordlessly depositing the babes into your tired arms as they start to cry and fuss for milk he doesn't have. He watches you feed the babies, and decides in that moment that this is the best day of his life

Warden Ingo:

You're farther along in your pregnancy that you or Ingo realizes. As enamored as he is with your swollen stomach, rubbing it and whispering to it every night, neither of you clock that you're actually pretty big for being only six or seven months. And this all comes to head when you're awoken in the middle of the night by wetness down your legs and incredible pain in your abdomen

Ingo snaps awake at your first cry, and he moves on instinct. You're lowered onto blankets and pillows, as Ingo shouts for his Pokémon to guard the house and go fetch a midwife for you. But the contractions only grow stronger, and there shorter apart. By the time Ingo has finished ordering his team, you're screaming, and crowning

Ingo doesn't know what to do. He frantically tries to recall what Calaba taught him about pregnancies, and tells you to push when you contract. Your screams of pain make his whole body ache and alight like he was struck by lightning. He's in need to do something, to comfort and help you, but all he can do is hold his hands out to accept the child you push out

There's no time to marvel the small boy he cradles in his palms. The babe squirms and cries, but you're still screaming, so Ingo quickly wraps the babe, marveling as another baby comes. Another boy, twins! But Ingo's delirious delight doesn't last, for once again you're pushing, and out comes a final child. And it's a girl.

Ingo bawls openly, carefully passing the children to you after you're settled into a more comfortable position. He does he best to clean you and the babies up, but he's crying so hard that he gives up halfway and just lies beside you. Calaba and others arrive to find him curled around his family, one of the widest smiles they've ever seen lighting up his face

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okay i started it and got super into it so yeah sorry about all the baby birthing stuff

but i hope you enjoyed! have a great day!

~Renee

#warden ingo x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

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randomwriteronline · 1 year

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There are some differences that are funny.

His teeth are sharp, for example. And he bites into anything like an apple.

Onions. Lettuce. Wikis. Cauliflowers. Nanabs. Whole pieces of raw ham. Kebias. (He likes Kebias a lot now. Emmet thinks they taste like nothing.) Tamatos.

(He almost puked after that. Understandable. A whole mouth of Tamato Berry feels more or less like an incredibly tense job interview with Arceus. In a room where everything is on fire. And that room is your mouth. Emmet didn’t stop him because he thought it would have been funny as hell. It was! For the first five seconds. Then he started suffocating, so he helped him.)

Sometimes he will eat out of a hand. Without asking. Just assuming it’s for him. Many snacks have been lost to this. Elesa called it Zebstrika behavior.

Also the climbing. He can climb anywhere now. If Emmet points somewhere and goes, can you climb that?, he will just go and climb that. No hesitation at all. Absolute chaos.

Some differences are small.

Fidgeting with his wrist. Drawing circles on his shoulders. Praying. (They didn’t use to pray. The Dragons aren’t prayed to. They are invoked. It’s different). Saying things in another language. Making jams. Or pickled foods. Idioms nobody else has ever heard of. Sudden melancholies.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. I simply derailed my train of thought.”

(Emmet understands. In a way.)

Small smiles.

Some differences aren’t fun at all.

The brace for his back. The shortness of his breath. The holes in his memory. The strained muscles and pained joints. The food intollerances.

The scars.

(Emmet hates seeing them, but when he does he cannot look away. He hates it. Do they still hurt? It’s a stupid question, but he can’t help asking. The answer is always a wave and a half smile, a reassurance: No, no, they’ve all closed long ago - there’s nothing to worry about. Sometimes they do still hurt, though. Sometimes Emmet sees him gritting his teeth for them. There’s medicine for chronic pain in the bathroom cabinet. Emmet hates it.)

These are the things Emmet hates the most.

His brother does not have these problems. His brother should not have these problems. He should have come back and everything should have gone back to normal and settled back into what it used to be. Perfectly slotted onto the rails. But it’s different. Mostly for the worse.

(Emmet does not blame his brother, of course. He blames what caused all this. His brother is alive and happy for the most part. That’s good. Emmet is still angry at whatever ruined his brother’s health and body forever.)

Emmet is different, too. Mostly for the worse, too. Emmet did not use to have auditory hallucinations. Or difficulty sleeping. Or anxiety attacks. Or intrusive thoughts. Or eating disorders. Emmet did not use to bite the skin between his thumb and index hard enough to pierce when he felt angry. Or get so nauseous he couldn’t help but throw up when he was tense. Or hyperventilate to the point of fainting when he was somewhere he didn’t know with too many people. Or start screaming uncontrollably when he was scared. Emmet did not use to have his emotions linger so much and so strong after he was done feeling them.)

But Ingo is happy.

Even if his brother is more of a handful than he already was.

(Don’t ever say that again, Ingo warned him: Don’t even try to.)

Ingo doesn’t think it’s a burden, not at all - his brother is still himself, even if maybe parts of him are hurt irreparably just like he himself has been damaged, and he still loves him terribly; so he kisses his head and squeezes him tight in a hug when he doubts himself, and eases him back down from the exhausting intensity of his moods, makes sure to be his anchor to reality, to monitor his health just like his twin does for him.

And if Emmet has to lay on the cold kitchen floor with him to finally catch up on some sleep, so long as he has a pillow to sustain his bent spine with and a blanket to lay on so he doesn’t freeze to death, Ingo will not hesitate to oblige and narrate at length of his warden days until they both forget all their pains and changes as they doze off laughing softly.

#pokémon #submas emmet #submas ingo #random writing #blnkshippers if i see you look at this i am grabbing you by the scruff of the neck and launching you out the window #theyre both fucked up from the Hisuian Experience in different ways but theyre getting through it!

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saintvitusdancexd · 2 years

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Christian borle quotes

“Why does every leading man have to be barrel chested and have a chin, isnt there room for the chinless men”

“Oh. He’s praying”

“Ai ai! Oompa-loompa-loo ca ca cao cao oompa-loompa want it now now now Ai ai ai ai! oompa-loompa wanna chew chew chew”

“Towards the boobs”

“Bobby canavale and I hugged in a way which suggested that we both dated Sutton foster”

Interviewer: what’s a sweet treat that you cannot resist? “Kristin Chenoweth?”

“I have been using it in real life and let me tell you the bend and snap works very well”

“Drinking :)”

“You weren’t just rude to these nice people you were rude to me”

“I saw the elephant man too early in my life”

“I was president and co-founder of the Ed grimley club”

“She was really discovering a whole new world in her bonnet”

“The rock star of 1595”

*talking about a conversation he had with the casting person for legally blonde* “she told me Your emmet isn’t handsome, to which I thought oh that’s great :(, and he said, and I told her, that’s the point🙄”

“That’s not water”

“She was that wicky wacky hula hula honka wonka Honolulu Hawaiian honey of mine When I saw her in the hut She was cracking coconuts With a crazy kind of rhythm double-time I'm gonna build a little wicky wacky ticky tacky Sugar shacky love nest out of pine For that wicky wacky hula hula honka wonka Honolulu wicky wacky hula hula honka wonka Honolulu Hawaiian honey of mine”

“God how the young- your smoking pot now aren’t you”

“Just basically thrust everything that has been given to me by nature in their faces for like three minutes straight”

Interviewer: how do you not fall in love with Andrew Rannels? “You just do, that’s the easy part, that’s the best part”

“I vote we use the cock sock to keep the white wine cold”

“BOOK NOOK”

Interviewer: what’s your spirit animal? “This is a two part answer, first is, it would be a toad. The second is, a rabid coyote”

“Half of my work is just turning around and shaking what the good lord gave me”

“He was a Tony nominee which I was before I won a tony”

“ I almost liked you in that last scene way to go”

“ im going to start with a slight loofa, im going to Segway maybe have myself a glass of champagne, I’ll do a very light foundation that you won’t be able to see the whole point is that it doesn’t look like im wearing makeup, I’ll probably drag a flat iron through my hair, i think im going to wear two different undershirts, one for luck and one for sweat, I’ll then get into my suit, then get out of my suit so that I can eat, i don’t wanna spill anything on it, pick a tie, then double think the tie, then triple think the tie then go with my original tie, put on my shoes and walk out the door, simple”

Interviewer: maybe the leather pants “no I pretty much enjoy them too”

“@naightyjack-a-nape it dost confound to think such a knavish iron-witted dog-ape like Christian borle is popular with anyone but the whores and groundlings”

“Booze”

“I don’t find it awkward changing pants I do it every day”

Interviewer: I thought you shaved your head for this role “ I sure did” so then why do you have hair there? “Just shut up”

“Seriously I just urinated all over my pants and this couch”

“I’m learning how his hips move”

Interviewer: what does it look like when your trying to resist it “well that’s how I lost my hair”

“You couldn’t hate me, I’m, im too lovable”

“Whizzer a supposed to always be here, making dinner, set to screw, that’s what pretty boys should do”

“Shalom from hell”

“Those two tigers who ended up eating Siegfried and Roy were talented too”

“Or I could just gouge my own eyes out”

“The world is better with you in it, just not my world”

“And for your information, homophobe, that critic wasnt in your pocket, he was having sex with your father”

“I felt like a little boy, in an arena of men and women”

“I love you, as much as I am able, considering wealthy, considering your poor”

“IS MY GIRL GORGEOUS”

“Then he caught a chicken disease, called cockodoodleitis”

“Green eggs and ham, green eggs and fuckin ham”

“I like to look at tall men in mesh shorts”

“You wake up one morning with hair on your balls, and suddenly you think I don’t exist”

“I haven’t worn deodorant in a decade”

“It’s just a bit of windy”

“Other shin”

“Cock sock talk with jack Davenport”

Who’s dick is in the microwave, is that what we’re playing already?”

“Less Karen’s parents, more gay sex”

“I bet your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard but I’m not interested”

“It helps that in real life I am just a raging narcissist”

#christian borle #quotes #funny #musical theatre

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royalty-subway-headcanons · 2 years

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How would the siblings act if they had an older sister?

Sordward

Man… He’s no longer the “older” one, is he? He’s pretty much the middle sibling now… But he’s still technically the older "brother” so take that nerd-

Like, if it wasn’t obvious, he’s kinda jealous for not being the older one. Since that title sort of meant something to him. And yet… having an older sister doesn’t seem too bad. It sounds nice, even.

Okay, for real though, he’s a bit amused to have an older sister. And now he sort of has a role model to look up to. Because his Younger Brother looks up to him, and he doesn’t know what he’s doing-

Like, you either STOP him from doing dumb stuff (and then yell at him because he’ll be scared). Or you JOIN him on the dumb stuff (and pray that Shielbert is the one to stop you both).

Funny enough, he still plays the protective role here. Like, no one should DARE mess with you when he's around. Because he'll get his ass kicked instead.

Shielbert

Well, now he has two older siblings to look up to. Even if you’re technically older than his brother, which makes Sordward the middle one. But still-

He honestly doesn’t mind having an older sister. I mean, he’s more likely to be open to you than to his Older Brother. Like, talking about personal shit. Since you’ve been around a lot longer than both of them-

But let’s say you were protective of him, as much as Sordward (or more). He might be a bit embarrassed about it, like, he’s 22 years-old for Arceus sake, he can take care of himself-

… Actually, never mind, he kinda needs you for genuine advice and care. Sordward would just tell him to ruin these people's lives. You’re the only reliable person in this dynamic.

… And maybe DON’T refer to him as the “adorable/cute younger brother", especially when he's around. That’ll just embarrass him as well. Despite Sordward doing that sometimes-

Emmet

Omg, he now has TWO older siblings to look up to. He can now see you both fight about funny stuff. Okay, he won’t try to start beef between you and Ingo for no reason, but-

It’s one of those things where he’d say “Ingo said I couldn’t play this game, so I’m asking you now since you’re the older one-” or “Ingo said ‘ask your older sister’”.

He pretty much treats you on the same level as how he treats Ingo. Which is like, looking up to you both and just genuinely be the funny one-

… He might be a bit jealous of you since you hold the title of being the oldest while he’s the youngest. So maybe reassuring him that he’s perfect the way he is would make him feel a lot better.

Like, as long as you’re nice and open to both him and Ingo. He’ll genuinely be happy where he stands as the youngest. And he won’t let you down as being a great younger brother-

Ingo

Hm. Honestly, I feel like him having an older sister is a similar dynamic between him and Elesa, or Lady Sneasler. Not to say that Ingo sees them as an elder sister, they’re just very close-

And it doesn’t help if you’re taller than him or behave like one of them. Or maybe that's not the case. Who knows? But either way, he’ll look up to you, in a way-

Whether it’s showing that he can be a good leader, hard-working and actually take responsibility. Even if you show… lack of those qualities. He just doesn’t want to disappoint you, for some reason.

Like, he just wants to impress you. Since you’ve been around more than he has, and he’s a subway conductor. If that fails, then he’ll just be embarrassed and maybe even ashamed.

… And you’re probably the only one he can talk seriously to, or he can rely on to not fuck up. Because Elesa would try new ways to be fashionable, Shielbert would find ways to be boring, Sordward and Emmet are somehow going to end up in the hospital, and he gets distracted by trains. You’re the only one he can rely on-

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon black and white #pokemon headcanons #headcanons #ask #shielbert #sordward #emmet #kudari #ingo #nobori #subway bosses #subway masters #i'm finally trying to do some of the requests in my inbox- ;w;#it's just. some of the requests sort of made me have a blank mind-#and i was going through personal stuff at the time- (but i think i'm okay now- ;w;)#i just got a bit distracted and it prevented me from doing stuff in my inbox- ;w;#don't worry. i'll try to do the rest of the requests whenever i get the time-

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askthechronoverse · 10 months

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Chapter Six: What is Real?

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"Please, keep moving!" Her advisor started to sound even more frantic. "You need to listen to me!"

The three ran through the streets, the world in total ruins. Puppycorn was in tears and it was taking all Unikitty's strength to not cry as well. She looked at the back of her advisor, his psychic grip on her paw tightening.

"Will Hawkodile join us, Rick?" Unikitty's voice was watery, trying to remain hopeful about her bodyguard.

"I know you are concerned, princess, but you need to focus on getting to the castle. I know Doctor Fox had at least one spaceship built at all times. We can take her ship and try to get past the asteroid belt." Unikitty wasn't sure if Richard was talking to her or to himself. Did it matter? Should it matter?

The sounds of her people falling prey to the holes was deafening. Some fought back. Some pleaded and bargained to a higher power for an end. Even Hawkodile and his long-time rival Eaglator were working together to buy the people more time to escape. But she watched as even they fell to the holes, two found brothers facing certain doom together as a larger hole seemed to suck them in. Eaglator looked like he was being pulled apart as he tried to buy Hawkodile more time to get out of the hole, but they both soon vanished into the inky darkness.

"Stop looking back, Princess Unikitty! I can't protect you if you keep looking back!" Richard's voice was a muddy blend of fear, worry, and comforting, which caused it to achieve none of these emotions.

The cat rolled out of bed, slowly heading through the castle until she bumped into Puppycorn in the foyer. He was playing a video game, but he paused it once she walked in.

"Have you seen RJ? He's not at his cabin." The little dog looked so worried, Unikitty thought her heart was going to rip in two. Why did the puppy look so worried when he couldn’t find his friends?

"I think he was going to stay with Emmet, his friend from yesterday, for a few days." Unikitty shrugged. "He'll be back. He likes it here and he likes you." This made her brother happy again. She took a deep breath. "Can you tell me something? Do you remember our parents?"

The puppy's face went totally blank. He stared off into space for a few moments, eyes glazed over. A similar thing happened with the puppy before, but it didn't last this long. He blinked and spoke with his paw on his head.

"Almost broke my brain there… I'm sorry, sis, I just don't remember." The puppy frowned sadly. "Actually, I don't remember the question either. Maybe that's for the best?" Puppycorn blinked a few times before his eyebrows furrowed.

"It really isn't. You see, I have so many questions and the one person who can answer them is never around anymore. You're my brother, right?" Unikitty spoke with patience.

"Oh no… Uh… yeah. I'm your brother. Always have been. Always…" The puppy's voice trailed off, like the thought was lost in translation between his brain and his mouth. "Yeah. We've always been brother and sister. And you're the best big sister a puppy could have!"

"Thank you but that isn't possible, Puppycorn. I met you when I first landed on this planet." The cat took a step back, praying Rex would step in or something.

"But we… we have. I've always been your little bro. And I just wanna play with you. That's all I ever really want, because I know it would make you happy." His eyes started to well up. "Are you mad at me, big sis? Please don't be mad at me."

"No. I'm just… I have a lot on my mind right now." She shook her head. She didn't want to tell the poor puppy anything. Not that she constantly questioned who he was. Not that she was scared of the world ending. Not that the fact her human friend was missing scared her more.

"Oh. Good. I get really worried that… you'll go away. I don't know why." The puppy started to cry a little. "Please don't go?"

"I… I wouldn't leave you without saying goodbye, Puppycorn." The cat's ears went back. She stepped closer to pat the puppy's head. "You mean too much to me." Where did that come from?

"Thanks, big sis. I feel better now…" Something about the puppy's words felt hollow, like he barely believed it somehow.

“Good. I’m glad.” Unikitty patted the puppy’s head again and smiled slightly. She couldn’t help it. The puppy looks so… lost right now. Maybe he just needed his friend?

Unikitty waited until Puppycorn left to try to talk to someone else. Anyone else. She still couldn't find Richard, so she chose Hawkodile as the next person up to bat for her questions. The cat rushed outside towards the bodyguard's treehouse.

The scenery was blurry and vague again. Once again, all voices were blurred and distorted, the stations roaming to what seemed to be conversations with people like Emmet or someone from Cloud Cuckoo Land. A groaning sound could be heard and she could feel the color drain from her fur. Soon, something large fell in front of her, creating a crater in the ground. Debris flew everywhere and she could hear screaming coming from all sides of her.

She was panting as she acclimated herself to her surroundings. She was in a large dojo-like area. Perfect. She just needed to find Hawkodile. He shouldn't be too hard to find, right? He's huge.

It didn't take long to find him, predictably. He found her first, jumping from a rafter to the space directly in front of the royal cat

"Princess. Good afternoon." Hawkodile bowed to her, then leaned against the metal frame for a punching bag.

"Can I ask you something?" The cat sat in front of the door. She knew he could fly and fly fast, but it made her feel a little better she blocked an escape route.

"Of course. What's on your mind?" He crouched down to get to her level.

"What did you do before you got here? You said when we first met you've been training to be my bodyguard, but that can't be true." The cat tilted her head.

"I was training. I'm always training." There was a note of aggression in his voice.

"Hawkodile, how long have you been training to be a bodyguard?" Unikitty straightened up. She didn't think she was going to get a real reply, but she was going to try.

"Since I was a baby… no… Since I was a child… no, no… I was older, a teenager…Right?" The hawk crocodile grabbed a stool and sat down, gloved hand on his head. "I'm… actually… not sure." He didn't speak or move for a moment, eventually hitting the nearby punching bag at full force. "Why am I not sure‽"

"It's OK, Hawk. You don't have to remember that for me." Unikitty wished he would, though. "Where did you come from?"

"I lived in Action Forest for most of my life. My dojo…" Again, he didn't speak for a moment, returning back to reality with a pained yell and a flurry of punches against the punching bag. "I should know this!"

"It'll be OK, Hawk…" Unikitty swallowed when she saw the punching bag was already showing signs of severe damage. "Please calm down."

"It's just so… frustrating." Hawkodile took a few deep, meditative breaths and sat back down. "I'm struggling to remember here and I should know all this! It's my life, for brick's sake!"

"It's OK. I'm sure you'll remember eventually, right?" She got to her feet. "Please, don't get too mad that you can't remember. That's not the friend I know."

"I know. I'm calming down already. I just… it's not a good thing I can't remember. This is my life. I should know where I came from. I just remember training with my sensei and… Eaglator." There was pain in the last word, a deep pain that only came from a place of true loss. This made no sense to Unikitty, as she knew Eaglator was fine. She stayed in the doorway for a moment and watched as her usually calm bodyguard punched through the punching bag with unreal levels of aggression.

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Due to the Hisuian Zoroark praying on them for their childcare, how do you think Pearl clan handles neurodivergent children? Like if a young child developes oddly do they start prepping the family for the inevitable morning they wake up to find the kids bed empty? Or does the clan try to prove the kid is a Zorua or not? Imagine Ingo’s reaction to seeing a young child showing the same kinda behavior Emmet does and the family looking horrified. He doesn’t remember how he knows but maybe he recognizes it and tries to help the family?

I think if a child starts showing neurodivergence around 3ish then that kids going to be driven off into the woods. If it is noticed after that time frame the kid is safe and well cared for.

Ingo definitely jumps in when he sees this happening to a totally normal human kid. He just jumps out and shoves the kid back into their parents arms.

There's also a kid with the same thing as him that's about 7ish (I'm calling it SID or selective illusion disorder) the kid is nice, they haven't figured out the whole "talking like a human" thing like ingo did so they use other methods of communication. Ingo and the kid know the other is a zoroa/rk. And they know the other knows they know but they're not telling anyone.

(Credit to @/lilacstarvix for the name for SID)

#submas #submas ingo #zoroark ingo #my stuff #my aus and ideas

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Subway Bosses scenarios: An unorthodox first meeting.

[NOTE: This has no connection to my time travel AU this is completely separate, this is just just a thing that popped into my head and kept bugging me to write it.]

How you met? You had a drunken one night stand with one of the twins, and snuck away before he woke up.

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Minors DNI TW: mature themes, sexual activity, alcohol.

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You knew this sounded too good to be true! Mark always did crap like this even when he was single or not, let's rewind shall we? see a few years ago when you were just starting to live on your own, you met a guy named Mark, he was the first friendly face you met in Nimbasa and you thought he was cute and you both seemed to really hit it off, it wasn't long before he started inviting you out to dinner and hang-out at the theme park, and whenever you were on these outings, Mark would drop signals that he was into you and would openly flirt with you.

But then you found out about his fiancée! You immediately backed off, You weren't about to be accused of homewrecking and breaking-up a couple. So when Mark called you to hang out you would ask if Chelsea was okay with you hanging out? Is his fiancée going too? Eventually Mark and his fiancée broke up and he came crawling to you for comfort, You made it very clear that you were a friend he can talk to, and nothing else! Not even a month passed, you found he had another girlfriend! All while he was again taking you out on dates and flirting with you!

No surprise it was a rinse and repeat situation when that girl dumped him, guess who came crawling to you? Yep! And here you were left alone at a fancy bar during a private event...Something about commemorating the battle Subway's 5th year anniversary? Anywho.~, You were sitting feeling lonely and crappy about falling for Mark's tricks again! Honestly all this alcohol was really making you see through his bullsh-...

"Hello!~" you looked away from Mark to... Whoa! how much have you had? you were seeing double! Two guys were sitting next to you with Identical face slicked back silver hair and some sharp looking sideburns! except the man in the white suit jacket and grey turtle neck was smiling at you, and the one in the black vest and white button up shirt had a serious case of resting bitch face just nodded at you. It wasn't long before the twins got you out of your gloom, you had forgotten all about Mark! Thanks...to...to????

Fuck! What were their names again? Edmund? Isaac?... Whatever! At some point one of the twins left, leaving you and his brother alone to get better acquainted and things started getting heated.~ Kissing, heavy petting and at some point one of you suggested leaving the bar and going somewhere more private... that's probably how you both ended up in a hotel room, clothes being pulled off and thrown around as you made it to the bed. "Stop! that tickles!~" you giggled at the man peppering your body with kisses. "You're cute.~" he chuckled before blacking out.

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Emmet: You woke up to an unfamiliar nightstand...in an unfamiliar bed, And someone's arms secured around your bare waist. *oh, crap!..." You managed to look over your shoulder and saw who was in the bed with you, and felt your heart drop into your feet, when you realized you were staring at one of the Trevithick twins!? You slept with one of the Subway masters! Oh, Fuck! "I get outta here!" your inner voice screamed; using all of your best hungover stealth efforts you managed to wiggle out of the sleeping man's arms and gather you stuff.

You got dressed quickly and tipped toed out of what you prayed was a hotel room, cos you really didn't want to run into his brother! Oh, Thank Arceus's light! You were in the Grand-Reshiram hotel, same place the event took last night! You walked out of the hotel and made it about a two blocks before your affirmation hangover hit, Your head felt like it was hit with a baseball bat! You moaned before finding a bush and throwing up in it.

Meanwhile Emmet woke up about ten minutes after you left a rare frown graced his lips when he found your side of the bed cold and empty. He sighed and begrudgingly got out of the bed, he took a shower and went to gather his clothes, however when he putting his pants on, he spied something under his jacket. A Rotom-phone...and it wasn't his phone!~ Emmet's smile returned he was feeling giddy at the prospect of seeing you again, as he turn your phone on a started dialing his phone number....

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Ingo: You wince your head was throbbing as your tired eyes tried to focus around the r...Wait, this wasn't your apartment!?!? You nearly yelped when you heard a low hum next to you, and saw a man passed out asleep next to you! and not just any man, He was one of the Trevithick twins!... The older one by the looks of it.*Why does he always look so cranky?* You quickly shook your head.

"what the hell are you doing asking stupid questions? You gotta get out of here before he wakes up!" a tiny voice in your head snapped, you carefully lifted the blankets...big mistake! You caught a peek of IT... "Arceus...how did that even fit in-...no, no focus!" your inner voice hissed you winced in pain as your sore sides protested about you hobbled around the now identified Hotel room for your clothes, shoes and phone. which you found, you quietly got dressed and snuck out of the room.

You scrambled out of the hotel and walked straight to the bus stop, you didn't wanna think about trains at the moment! and instead focus on getting rid of this Psyduck-grade headache and pray you don't puke on the bus ride home!

Meanwhile, Ingo woke up in a severely sour mood when he realized he was alone, he got out of bed and got cleaned up before the staff came to check him out, he was fixing his tie when he spotted a fav/color Rotom-phone sitting on the nightstand, a ghost of a smile tugged Ingo’s lips. Looks like he'll be seeing you a lot sooner than he thought! Ingo began to dial his phone's number...

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo x reader #subway boss emmet x reader #mature themes #tw: alcohol #one night stand #minors dni #i wrote this instead of sleeping

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Semi Serious Crack- PT 2 Ingo and Emmet

I have received a few asks, and I will be writing for them soon. I'm sorry for not prioritizing them over this kind of content. Anyway, I hope this is enjoyable nonetheless! Previous:

Warnings: Emotional tribulations, likely cliche and sappy, possibly a tad polyamorous, and definitely in need of therapy. Very angsty, very indulgent. Complicated relationship, a something that doesn't fit into clear labels. Not edited, and sort of short. .

Though life in Unova had been significantly cushier, unfortunately, you've come to find that your troubles have not completely left you despite being removed from the harsh clutches of a hostile Hisuian day-to-day.

Hisui had fundamentally changed you, built-up layers of muscle and scar tissue. You had to be strong for everyone because if you weren't, people would die, Pokemon would die. Soft, gentle, forgiving Unova had been trying to carefully peel you of those layers, but you've kept clutching onto them so desperately, not wanting to be forced to build them back up if ever came a time that you were put in such a situation again-- and you push people away. That was, at least, noticed by Ingo. Emmet had no idea of what life was like there, and Ingo prayed he never had to find out. He may not have borne the brunt of the rift crisis, but his actions still affected a greater many, and he knew what it had done to him.

It took a lot of working through, but he's just finally been getting better, and he had the support of many people who cared for him before he fell, and continued despite his lack of memory. What worries him most is that you don't. And when you look upon him and his brother, he knows what must run through your mind, that disconnect, the vague dull happiness that feels like it's supposed to be stronger-- that lost feeling. He's not even sure he has the words to describe it, but his heart remembers, and he'd never utter a word of it to any of the people who care about him because he knows how they'd worry. If you're anything like him, you're probably going through the same.

You don't realize it, but he's been trying to be there for you. He wishes you could see it.

...He's not sure what form that might take either, but just as he did before, when he felt a great deal older, more responsible, like he was leading the life of an entirely different person, he sometimes catches your hand just to remind you he's there, and pats your thigh in reassurance, just like he did when you sat side by side as strangers to a land that you didn't fully belong to.

He knows he's not the clearest in expressing his intentions, but he doesn't know how else to tell you. He's not blunt like his brother, but he's trying. Though sometimes he wonders if Emmet would do a better job if only he knew. They've both spent a great deal of their lives learning to be more observant, and made a comfortable career out of it-- but Emmet has a way of being concise that Ingo doesn't share. When he tries to confide in Elesa, she just groans and shakes her head. "You're all clueless, all three of you." He doesn't want her to be right.

It's selfish of him, but some part of him is glad you couldn't go back to where you came from before the rift, before Hisui. He knows it's selfish, but he wants you in his life.

When you're not off wandering, roaming the region, humoring the occasional trainer for a battle, you're in and out of the cities and settlements, trying different things, experiencing the world. Sometimes they're lucky enough to be doing so beside you. Appartments are expensive, and you don't like to stay in one place, so you're effectively without a home, but they've extended the offer for you to stay with them whenever you like, and sometimes you take them up on it.

On those nights, sometimes you're alone in an apartment that feels like it's a piece of them despite how little they're there, and other times you're passed out on the floor with an arm for a pillow, Emmet laying awake behind you, Ingo half dangling from the couch with his leg touching yours.

It's not perfect yet, and it might not ever be. Still, it's more than he could ever ask for.

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^Everyone @ you, hahaha -- Elesa, the gym leaders, Ingo and Emmet, all of them see your loveliness, but they don't know how to convince you of it yourself.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #x reader #pokemon #reader insert #subway boss ingo #subway bosses #subway boss emmet #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon black and white #polyamourous #semi serious crack #unova region #legends arceus #Youtube

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Dropping Trays Rough timeline P1

This is a bit long sooo basically the starting events of the “present”

Striaton Trio 17, Submas twins 24

~Black and White anime events~

Cilan traveled for about 2 years, earning his S class Connesieur ranking along the way

Chili traveling as well intermediately while Cress stayed home running the gym

Ingo and Emmet continue to run the battle subways as well as monitor Gear Station without much of a hitch

Striaton Trio 19.5, Subway Twins 26.5

Ingo goes missing in Subway tunnel collapse/ gets tested to hisui

Emmet recovering from injuries (missing his right arm and messed up his back)

Acquires an Audino to assist him (at doctors insistence). She is gentle but shockingly stubborn when it comes to Emmet taking care of himself

Their coworkers never stop looking for the other Subway Boss (a mix of loyalty and denial)

NOTE: Unova isn’t as superstitious when it comes to the psychic/ghost type pokemon, so it is not very well known that Ghost types die with their trainers/owners

Cilan is aware of this fact from his travels (though he isn’t sure whether to breach it to Emmet and make things harder on him)

Emmet is… well he’s definitely depress, but he’s trying his best.

It doesn’t help that the Battle Subway was put on indefinite hiatus (having a depressed Subway boss + plenary of fast moving trains wasn’t a good combination in anyone’s opinion. Emmet was personally offended that they thought he would even consider suicide, much less in his and Ingo’s beloved Subway)

Elesa went on hyper-worry mode in order to avoid her grief for a while until she and Emmet had an explosive argument (very carthatic and productive conversation they had been needing to have for a while)

At least one of the Striaton trio have been visiting once or twice a week to make sure Emmet’s doing okay/eating (he and Ingo have been bad at overworking themselves and forgetting to break in time for meals at the best of times, much less in these circumstances) (Pansage keeps trying to feed Emmet some of his head leaves)

Striaton Trio: 21, Subway Twins: 27

One of the Subway employees notes Cilan’s extensive metro knowledge and brings up the idea of him working with Emmet (seeing as he’s one of the few who can keep up with the Subway boss both in train (heh) of thought and in battle at this point)

At least until Ingo returns

Cilan and Emmet agree after some discussion with the fam, but seeing as the younger needs to return to striaton city for some things, they set the date for the next couple weeks

The Striaton trio plan on making one last trip together to Nimbasa City for a while (seeing as Cilan would be staying with Emmet for the time being and the Striaton Gym itself gaining in popularity amongst trainers)

When they finish packing, Chili and Cress get into a small spat, leaving the youngest to storm out. He went to pick up their pokemon from their annual check ups with nurse joy, and quickly moves to get back to his brothers for the trip

He and Nurse Joy are startled by the abrupt earthquake (Striaton City is NOT known for those) and rush out side

Chili returns to the gym to find it in shambles, a good third of it collapsed and people panicking around it

A time rift opened just beneath Cilan and Cress’s feet, taking them to Hisui and leaving the Gym short a few support beams.

Officer Jenny is directing emergency units when she demands to know if Chili’s brothers were with him, seeing as they have yet to find them so far

Chili, now officially freaking OUT, simply runs off towards the nearest bus to Nimbasa City, honing and praying that his brothers decided to go on ahead. Without him. Or their pokemon.

By the time he reaches Gear Station and finds Emmet, the kids’ dead on his feet.

When Emmet asks (rather concerned) what’s wrong, Chili passes out in response (having literally ran nonstop all the way over)

The Subway boss eventually gets the story out of Chili, who is still refuses to contemplate the implications of his brothers not being here

Officer Jenny that they cleared the rubble with still no sign of his brothers

#Timeline #Dropping Trays AU #Submas #Emmet #Ingo #Striaton Trio #Cilan #Chili #Cress #Elesa #Pokemon #AU Lore

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and he sits with Arthur as he passes, wishing nothing more that Arthur could know he was there, that he wasn’t alone, trying to run his fingers through his hair only for them to fall through, his tears dissolving before they land on Arthur or darken the ground. And when Arthur joins him, he holds him tight.

Based off this art by @kenconffetti

Hosea had known he wouldn’t live to see the end of it all.

He’d tried to get them all out - he had. Had sat with Abigail, sat with John. Tried to convince them to leave, to get out, before Jack was old enough to start following in their footsteps, before he could become a thief, an outlaw, a murderer like they all were becoming. Had tried to talk Arthur into leaving but he was too damn loyal and that was his fault, wasn’t it? He’d impressed loyalty into the boy from the moment they’d picked him up out of the dirt, he couldn’t blame Dutch for it all, the man held a lot of fault but Hosea did, too.

Javier, Bill. They weren’t monsters, they weren’t innocents but even he could see some good in them - Javier, who’d only wanted to do good from the beginning, a revolutionary in Mexico who wanted to keep his family safe now, but Dutch had saved him, had picked him up out of the dirt too, had put food in his stomach and a gun in his hand and he’d looked so unsettled that Hosea had known he was a lost cause, Bill had called him a crazy old man and the women were thinking of it but they were scared, what kind of jobs could they take if they left?

He’d known he wouldn’t live to see the end of the gang. He was getting old and you don’t live to be old in their line of work, some did but only if they retired and hid away, and even then you still end up dead, shot by a bounty hunter or some upstart, Arthur had come to him all fussed up, talking about Flaco Hernández and Emmet Granger and Billy Midnight and Black Belle, all great gunslingers in their day, all but one he’d shot dead - and it hadn’t surprised Hosea that Black Belle had been the one survivor, he and Susan had known her in her heyday and she was a survivor.

And he wasn’t anywhere near retirement. He could see that things were crumbling - Dutch was buckling, collapsing under the weight on his shoulders, the cloud behind his eyes growing dark and stormy. Their world was closing in on them, the Pinkertons always one step ahead of them, every con going wrong and there was a rat, he could tell you that and he could tell you who but Dutch wasn’t listening to him anymore, so all he could do was try to get them all out as the rat gnawed at their very foundation.

But then he’d been shot down in the street, looking Dutch in the eye as he died, and then all he could do was watch.

Watch as Javier was tortured in Guarma, as he became even more enamored by Dutch though Arthur had saved him just as much, as Micah led the Pinkertons (and he’d been right, damn it all) back to Lakay, as Arthur was diagnosed, could only try to run his fingers through his boy’s hair as he fought for breath only for them to go through, could only watch as Dutch s l i p p e d, could only praise his boy as he got them out, helped the women and Pearson and Trelawney escape, as he tried to do good though he’d always been the best of them all.

Could only pray that Dutch would keep his word as they found the bonds and the storms cleared from his eyes; could only watch as Dutch became unredeemable, screaming and begging ‘Help our boy Dutch!’ as he walked away and the boy died to save theirs, could only scream and beg ‘Help our boy Dutch!’ again as he left John to die though John never did join Hosea, the man kneeling at his side and praising him every time he made an attempt to his feet, coaxing him and promising ‘You can do it son, you can do it,’ until finally he was on his feet and Hosea was slowly, slowly following him back to camp.

Susan joined him, apologizing: she’d failed, she’d failed, she hadn’t saved their boys but it wasn't her fault it was Micah’s and Dutch’s, she faded away and it was just him again. Dutch had a gun pointed at Arthur and Micah - and he was horrified, they’d never hit their boys, never laid a hand on them and here Dutch was aiming a gun at him but he hoped, hoped Dutch would see through Micah finally, but “WHO AMONGST YOU IS WITH ME AND WHO, IS BETRAYING ME?”

and ‘Please Dutch, those are our boys!’ as his guns turned on Arthur and John, and John wasn’t even armed, they always gave someone a fighting chance and John was wounded and unarmed and then poor Javier was so confused, even aimed his gun at the sky, his family was falling apart and though he’d been so cruel he can’t hate him as he never did turn his gun on his boys.

Never had he been glad to see the Pinkertons, but as they interrupted the stand down he could kiss the very dirt they stood on.

Arthur’s dying.

Their baby boy is dying.

He’d always thought Arthur would be one of the ones who made it - who started a new life, even took a wife and had kids, have the ranch they always dreamed of, work with horses like he always loved to do.

But his boy is dying, and Dutch is just staring.

They never hurt their boys, but Dutch had stepped on his fingers.

Hosea had heard them break.

He knows that breathing - that rattling, gasping, gurgling that always precludes death.

And his baby boy is making it.

“N...no…”

He’s never found himself without words before, but he can’t breathe and his boy can’t breathe either - he doesn’t even need to breathe but his chest feels tight and he needs to say something, to get Dutch’s attention because what is he doing, their baby boy is dying, they’d raised him and promised to never let him get hurt again and Arthur is dying.

“I…”

I can’t watch this.

I can’t do this.

I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.

I’m so sorry I didn’t stop this.

I’m so sorry I can’t do anything.

Arthur’s begging Dutch, trying to out Micah who’s right there with his final words and he can’t breathe he should be saving his breath because maybe, maybe someone will come back for him and if he saves his strength he can hold on ‘til then, and Dutch is just staring,

and Hosea’s reaching for Arthur though he knows there’s nothing he can do, can’t pick him up and hold him close, can’t doctor his wounds or comfort him, can’t even let him know he’s here, “Arthur, I…”

I’m here.

I know.

I believe you.

I’ve always believed you.

Dutch takes a step back, a quiet, “I…” and Hosea snaps to him, meets his gaze and how could Dutch leave their boy on the ground? Leave him to Micah’s mercies? Micah is still standing there, huffing and panting for breath but still stronger than Arthur, still on his feet,

“Dutch!” the sound startles even him, tearing from his throat in a way that would hurt if he could feel pain, shrill and panicked, “Help him!” but Dutch doesn’t respond, takes another step back, and Dutch has always been queasy, has always been the one to take watch-duty while the boys were sick because seeing people sick made him sick, but this is something wholly different, the clouds are gone from his eyes, Hosea can see that he’s seeing for the first time in a while but he’s not acting and

“You…” he hadn’t known he could cry, in all this time he’s never cried but tears that dissolve before they hit the ground are trickling down his face, “You better help our boy!”

but Dutch, of course, can’t hear him, and as Dutch staggers away he wonders if, even if he could hear him, he would help Arthur.

“Dutch!” his feet move without him willing them, planting him between Arthur and Micah though the latter is screaming his rage and Arthur is laughing, a horrible rattling sound, but Dutch staggers over the hill and away and maybe it’s Hosea’s desperate, wishful thinking, or his own tears clouding his eyes though even when he blinks he sees, but he thinks there are tears in Dutch’s eyes but damn him he doesn’t get to cry when he’s abandoning their boy to die alone.

And he’s never seen a sight so awful as Arthur, gasping and fighting for breath, dragging himself to the cliff’s edge so he can watch the sunrise and he remembers, clear as day, Arthur laughing what feels like a lifetime ago but is only a few months, if that, when they’d been talking about how they’d wanted to be buried - and hadn’t they been buried as they wanted? He’d been buried with Lenny, he’d heard Sadie say,

“When I go, I hope they cover my grave with roses.”

“When I die, I just want to be buried with friends,”

“Me too. With friends, or with family. I don’t think it matters more than that.”

“What about you, Arthur?”

“Me? Aaah, I don’t care about that nonsense.”

“Come on!”

“Face me to the west, so I can watch the settin’ sun, remember all the fine times we had that way.”

“See Tilly! I told ya Arthur had a soul!”

And when Arthur joins him, he holds him tight.

#art inspired #Red Dead Redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #rdr2 #splat #splatdragon #splat-dragon #splat_dragon #splat dragon #spoilers #red dead redemption 2 spoilers #red dead redemption spoilers #rdr spoilers #rdr2 spoilers #ghost #ghost hosea #ghost hosea matthews

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robotslenderman · 3 years

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Eternal Hearts Liveblog Part 6: Chapters 11-12

I got to the first draft of this liveblog straight after editing the last one. I am on my second El Diablo, because Eternal Hearts calls for it. It isn’t even 5 o’clock.

It took me a while to finish this tho because it was literally weeks before I touched a cocktail again due to Health Stuff, and I cannot do this shit sober. I will probably regret this cocktail tomorrow but ‘tis the price I am willing to pay to bring you all this steaming heap of dogshit that is Eternal Hearts!

*Audience applauds*

We start off with Becca finding her fridged girlfriend.

Poor thing.

Well. Things. Poor both of them.

This week’s trigger warnings: Blood and (non-sexual, for once) torture. Also random masturbator. Surprisingly tame for EH!

Baby :(

Luckily, Francine’s body has been removed, but nobody’s cleaned up. Well. Reality Ensues and all that. Somebody has to clean up, and it’s not ever the cops that do it. :/

There is blood everywhere. On the walls, carpet, mirrors, bed, etc.

A cop calmly informs Becca of “as many details as she could stand to hear” instead of telling her to stop contaminating a crime scene.

Even Lucy knows when it’s time to be somber.

Except for the bit where they desecrated the corpse, anyway. 😥

Becca, as she is asked questions by the cops, cottons on pretty quickly that what happened to Francine was meant for her.

She goes to the park. Sits down. Has a moment to herself.

Then the Homeless Masturbator (spellcheck is like “that isn’t a word”) that jumped David decides to give her shit, so Becca nopes out.

Yeah I’d do that too

(Leo, BTW, is the person who called the cops and alerted them to Francine’s death.)

Chapter 11 was very short. On to chapter 12!

We are now with Emmet as he prays in a cathedral.

if you’re worried about the edge

Emmet looks around and reflects

Buddy, just wait ‘til you have to live through the 2016 election

Then Emmet tells us a little secret: under this cathedral is a network of catacombs, known only to Emmet, Becca, and a few in the Society of Leopold.

Oh, and the fucking Nosferatu, because they used to squat in it.

But not any more. Emmet discovered the Warren and drove them out or destroyed them. Now it’s a dungeon for Kindred in a much different way.

(As in, they lock the poor bastards in there. Not, you know, the kinky kind. Surprising for Eternal Hearts, I know!!!!)

Emmet goes down into the catacombs, then goes into the deep areas not even Becca and Tony know about.

We find out what happened to Odette:

Odette is obviously not very happy about being kidnapped again, even if it’s by humans this time around. Can’t say I blame her, given how horny Tony was at the time.

Odette is the Chew Toy of this novel. Poor fuck.

Emmet is actually somewhat reasonable, bc he’s like “dude if I let you go you might run away straight back to the vamps and that’s, like, a totally bad idea”

ofc he has to be fucking religious about it

and then:

jesus fucking christ

Victoria Ash has been fucking with poor Odette’s head, as Kindred are wont to do:

And aww --

Look! Emmet’s being so ni --

god fucking damn it.

Odette comes onto Emmet, because of course she does, and Emmet is squicked but also turned on, because of course he is.

what the FUCK, Emmet

Becca walks in on them to tell Emmet about Francine (he wasn’t answering his phone) and her reaction is... pretty much exactly the same. Like “dude why the fuck are you torturing her?!”

and Emmet’s like “you weren’t supposed to see that”

And Becca is like “CLEARLY”

Emmet gives Becca the key, and Becca frees Odette.

Becca takes a crying Odette inside, then comes back to tell her father she’s p much done with the whole thing.

Emmet tries to talk her out of it, to which Becca is like “DUDE my girlfriend just got MURDERED can you NOT???”

And with that, we end chapter twelve!

#Eternal Hearts liveblog #yeah I've been doing most of this while three sheets to the wind #VTM #Eternal Hearts

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forever-more-never-again · 4 years

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Liquid Fire (A Request)

Requested: @rexburn12

Word Count: 1805

Pairing: Alice Cullen X Reader

Warnings: Mention of death

Request: Hi, Rose can you do a one-shot where Fem Reader is The Last Dragon, is older than the Volturi and extremely powerful. She moves to Fork Washington for a new start, and lives in her territory next to the Cullens and opens her own Bakery. The Cullens Sense her presence, and feel how powerful she is, and wants to talk to her, and assert no problem happens so she doesn't destroy them( except Alice Reader is her mate).

Masterlist

It was a well known fact that Dragons used to roam the Earth many years ago. Powerful and free and looked upon like gods.

People would leave them offerings and pray for their protection and sometimes revenge.

But now Dragons are fairy tales. Something that isn’t real. Told to tiny children to make them believe in magic for a short while before they grow up and have to deal with taxes and mortgages.

But you knew different. Because you were a Dragon.

The last, as far as you knew.

Living alone for so long was taking its toll on you. So for the first time in nearly three millenia, you decided to settle down in a town and make a life for yourself.

Which is how you found yourself touring the tiny town of Forks Washington with a realtor trying to find a shop to start your own Bakery in.

Baking had always been a passion of yours, and now, you could try to actually do something with it.

“And over here you could fit a couple stoves! Oh, and this shop is conveniently placed only a block away from the town hospital and sheriff's office!”

You paused the realtor at that, bewildered, “Why does that matter for a bakery?”

The woman paused, and her face grew nervous for a second, then she whispered, as if scared of being overheard even though you were the only ones in the Bakery, “Last year there were sightings of giant wolves! Like, huge! And the year before that, there were a ton of strange, unsolved murders in Seattle and near the boat marina here.”

As you digested that information, the woman went a full 180 and returned to her bright cheery disposition, “Anyways! Here is an on fire garbage can...could be a nursery.”

You choked, “I’m not pregnant!”

The lady wiggled her brows, “Not yet. Forks has many good looking people. Especially that Dr. Cullen. Whoo honey if he wasn’t already married I would climb him like a tree.”

Later that day you had to sign the forms making you the owner of the first bakery in Forks.

As you walked into the bakery for the first time as its actual owner, you smiled and breathed in deeply. And then got to work.

Being a Dragon. You had two forms. Your Dragonic form was huge, monstrous. The stuff of legends and knight in shining armors stories. It was a brilliant Ruby Red color and you missed the days you could soar in the sky without fear or restrictions. Nowadays if you want to fly, you have to go to Alaska or antarctica. And those were cold areas.

Your human form was normal. With [H/c] hair and [E/c] eyes, you passed for a human no problem. The only difference. You kept some of your Draconic abilities in your human form. Specifically, Fire breathing.

So with a smile on your face, you let out a rush of swirling heat from your mouth and lit the fireplace and the stoves.

Your first few weeks flew by without incident. A couple people came to check out the bakery and a few of the town folks loved to spill gossip.

And then you received a package.

Your nostrils flared as the scent hit you. Death. Decay.

The Volturi.

The Vampires who were the cause of your kinds extinction.

When they rose to power, and your family chose not to accept their rule, they chose to try and fight them. You were left alive because you were ‘Special’. Aro, the head vampire, saw your human form, rare for dragons, and your ability to breath fire while in it, and had cackled with deranged glee and ‘allowed’ you to live. You sometimes wish you had been killed with your family.

...You swallow back your grief and carefully open the package.

Inside was a gorgeous bracelet and a letter.

A warning.

To leave Forks.

Stay away from The Cullens.

And an invitation to join Aro’s army.

A simple sigh sent the letter up in ashes.

The Cullens must be important if the Volturi had their eyes on them. You would have to see what the fuss was about. But you weren’t about to leave Forks just because some stuffy Italian Vampires told you too. If they wanted to come and try to make you leave, you would love to watch.

You were about to close shop for the day when you caught a scent. It was similar, yet not.

Instead of Death and Decay. It was Death...and clean air. And fresh, and flowery.

Vampires...but none like you have smelled before.

You decided to see what they would do as you resumed your position behind the counter right as several highly attractive people entered your shop.

Pasting a smile on your face, you welcomed them,Wondering about their strange golden eyes, unlike the blood red eyes of vampires you have met before. “Hi! I’m [Y/n], welcome to my bakery, what can I get for you guys?”

The older, blonde male smiled charmingly at you, “Hello. We just heard about your bakery and wanted to welcome you into town. I’m Dr. Carlisle Cullen, this is my Wife,” He wraps an arm around a brunette, “Esme, and our children.”

At this point, another blonde male, a blonde female, a hulky brown haired man and a slender man with his arms wrapped around another brunette girl stepped forward.

Dr. Cullen pointed to each as he introduced them, “Our twins, Jasper and Rosalie. Emmet, and Edward and his wife Bella. And … Where’s Alice?”

You interrupted, your smile tighter and your eyes practically searing holes through their skin, “I know who you are...and what you are.”

In those simple words, you caused them to tense and prepare for a fight.

Dr. Cullen, the obvious Clan leader, spoke softly, gently, as if trying not to spook a frightened animal, “I’m afraid we don’t understand [Y/n]. Just what do you think we are?”

You saw how Edward stared at you, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and Bella was focused on him, an energy coming off of her that was directed at him.

You returned your focus to Dr. Cullen, “Your eyes. How do you make them Golden instead of Red?”

You knew you didn’t answer his question, but the stiffening of his smile told you they knew that you knew they were vampires just based on that observation.

“You have us at a disadvantage [Y/n]. You know what we are, and yet...you are not mortal yourself and we do not know what you are.” This is spoken by the one called Esme, Carlisle’s mate if you had to guess based off the stench of the pair.

You growled lowly in the back of your throat, the sound animalistic, a warning.

Edward spoke up, “Their mind...I can’t get a stable read, it keeps moving, as if something ancient...something else...is guarding it for them.”

Your Dragon self. You smirked.

“First...your eyes. Are you like the Volturi or not?” You needed to know. You needed to be sure you were safe here.

Carlisle, well, all of them took a step back as if you had slapped them.

“No! We are nothing like those bastards!” That was from Bella. Her eyes filled with disgust at the notion that her family could be like them.

You nodded, “They are bastards.”

Carlisle smiled again, though it was still strained, “We liken ourselves to vegetarians. We drink from animals. Not humans. We want to live amongst them peacefully.”

Now that was different, and based off the looks in the eyes of the others, your shock and surprise was fairly obvious.

“Now,” Carlisle hardened his gaze a bit, “What are you?”

You opened your mouth to tell them, when the jingle of the bell over your door rang, and a tiny petite brunette girl waltzed through the door with a big smile and her caramel eyes set on you.

“They are a Dragon.”

Silence. Your throat was dry as this vampire just said your deepest secret like she was telling everyone the weather.

The vampires were frozen, statues and unmoving as they took in this new information.

“A-”

“-Dragon?”

The two blondes spoke at the same time then looked at each other in confusion.

It was too much at once, you began laughing. Hysterical laughter, clutching your stomach about to fall and roll on the ground laughter.

Everyone except for Alice were giving you looks of deep concern and slight fear.

“Dragons don’t exist…” Rosalie looked at Carlisle, “Do they?”

Carlisle stared at you, a doctor’s gaze, “I was with the Volturi for a while, you guys remember, and they often spoke about how they killed off the Dragons.”

Bella gasped, “Dragons were real?”

You straightened up and pointed a finger at the woman, a playful frown on your face, “Hey I am very real thank you very much.”

Carlisle kept talking, his eyes growing a distant look as he spoke of your families history, “Dragons were one of the first creatures to walk the Earth. They are older than the first Vampires. They live for thousands of years. They were revered as Gods. Until the Volturi came and began collecting abilities.”

You snorted, an ugly, harsh sound, “Yeah. Those Vampires they collected and managed to convince that the Dragons would kill them. Murder them. For fun. My people were kind!”

Tears rolled down your cheeks and you realized just how much you had been holding back for the past thousand years.

“I was left alive because I can do this.” You breathed a tiny stream of fire from your mouth, causing a chorus of gasps to erupt from the vampire clan before you.

Alice stepped forward, ignoring the looks from her family, her eyes drawing you in.

“I’d like to believe you were left alive, as I was, for a different reason. For this reason.” She gestured between the two of you.

You were justifiably confused until Edward cleared it up, “You’re mates.”

And that’s when it hit. The smell of flowers from earlier.

It was distinctly coming from Alice. And in Dragon Lore. The mates of Dragons were found because the other smelled like their favorite scent.

Your eyes were wide, and Alice was grinning, but it was a nice, soft, smile, with a small hint of fear hidden behind it.

You smiled softly, coming from behind the counter to capture her cold hand in yours, “Well then, I guess I am staying in Forks after all.”

Alice giggled, “I could have told you that, I can see the future you know.”

Her eyes glinted with mischief and love.

Life was for sure about to become a lot more interesting since you moved to Forks.

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meltedhorror · 4 years

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“S- Simon? This isn’t funny! Where did you go?!”

Emmet's voice echoed through the seemingly empty house, the old and halfly rotten floorboards creaking beneath him as he rushed through the almost endless corridors and rooms.

They had just been driving before this, on their way home from a different location and investigation, when Simon had spotted this abandoned house through the thickly grown trees and begged him to stop just so they could explore for a bit.

But there were a lot more buildings than they had initially thought, and his friends' curious hunger had kept them there for longer than anticipated. Much longer. It had gotten dark, and neither of them had taken any equipment except a small handheld camera before they left their car, so they were left with the flashlights on their phones, which hadn’t been such an issue if they had made it back to the car at all…

On their way back, when it wasn’t that dark yet, Simon had realised he forgot something in one of the buildings. He had told Emmet he remembered where he left it, and that he’d be quick to get it and meet him back at the car.

They had agreed to meet at the car, but Simon never came back.

After five minutes he figured he was on his way back.

Ten minutes passed, he thought he must’ve had trouble finding the thing he was looking for.

Fifteen minutes passed, Emmet started getting a bit worried but told himself he probably just found something interesting on the way back.

20 minutes, he tried calling him but no answer.

25 minutes, he started to get really worried. It was completely dark out now, and he couldn’t see much further than his phone's flashlight would let him.

Finally he decided to go look for him, worried something might’ve happened to him or that he got lost in the maze-like buildings. If it was hard to find their way around before in daylight, it was bound to be impossible now in the dark.

But now here he was, frantically looking for his buddy in pitch darkness, in an old house which could possibly collapse at any second and his mind playing tricks. For every corner he’d turn or door he’d pass through, the light of his phone would cast shadows that looked frighteningly a lot like people.

“Simon!”

His voice was breaking as he yelled, both from how tired his vocal chords were from yelling and how out of breath he was. He had been running around a good ten minutes at this point, and still no sign of the shorter brunette.

Eventually he had to stop to catch his breath. The room that he stopped in was like every other in the building; halfly torn down, the roof caving in and in some spots missing entirely, revealing the upper floors. The wallpaper that was still on the wall was just barely hanging on, chipping off in chunks if not entirely missing. He heaved, standing bent over and leaning on his knees. He couldn’t see anything in front of him if he didn’t have his light aimed the way he was looking.

He decides to check the battery on his phone.

23%, 10:42 in the evening. And still no sign of Simon.

“Please… You can’t have gone missing right?” He thinks out loud “If this is your idea of a prank…”

But then he thought he heard something. Emmet quickly straightened his posture and looked around with his phone. Yeah, he definitely heard something. Something echoed through this place, something sounding awfully a lot like faint music...

But how was that possible? There weren’t even as much as power lines running to this place, there shouldn’t be any means of electricity in any of the buildings. Unless it was...

He stood and listened for another moment. He could hear the rustling of leaves outside in the wind, and how it almost howled through the empty corridors. Faint music, but it wasn’t far off. He swallowed hard, thinking for a moment. If it was Simon, he couldn’t afford to just stand there and wait.

He decided to follow the sound.

As he got closer to the source he started to realise something was wrong. It sounded… Strange. Almost as if through an old radio, but how could that be possible? It was a very old song as well, maybe 40’s or 50’s by the sound of it. This couldn’t be Simon, it was something else. But he had to find out.

‘Keep a knocking but ya can’t come in… Keep a knocking but ya can’t come in.... Come back tomorrow night and try again…’

It got louder and louder, until he found himself in front of a doorway, of course missing it’s door like every other he had passed by and through. The music was clearly coming from within that room.

“You in there?”

No reply, just the music playing back at him in it’s upbeat 50’s tempo.

He took a deep breath, wondering if he should just turn back and leave, go back to the car maybe. Because maybe Simon had came back while he was gone.

But he had to see what was playing that music.

Gathering whatever bravery he still had within him, he took a step forwards and entered the room, but as soon as he got through the entrance the music just… Stopped. He froze mid step, staring straight ahead and listening sharply after anything moving at all in the room. Nothing.

It was dead silent, as if nothing had been there at all.

He exhaled heavily after what seemed like hours just standing there holding his breath, quickly shining his light around the room.

It was empty.

Through another exhale he mumbled a short ‘what the fuck?’ as he stepped further in in complete and utter confusion. There had been music there just a couple seconds ago! Where did it go? Who was playing it? And most importantly, what was playing? Because as he was standing in the middle of the worn down room he couldn’t see any trace of any sort of electronic, let alone a radio of all things.

He scratched his head, eyes darting wildly around the room trying to find answers. But he wouldn’t find anything.

He checked the battery on his phone.

Already down to 6%

He didn’t have much time to ponder over why it had drained so quickly however… The room seemed to drop in temperature scarily fast, and sent him shivers throughout his entire body. He stood there, frozen, staring up at the wall in front of him with his back turned to the doorway.

And that’s when he heard it. The radio. It was behind him, and it was playing static mixed with what seemed to be flipping through channels inhumanly fast, voices and songs coming and going and only staying for a split second.

His heart sank, and In that very same moment, the cold seemed to have eaten the last of his phone's battery. The light disappeared, leaving him in complete darkness.

He blindly turned around, staring wide eyed and shaking towards the doorway.

Two yellow glowing eyes and a huge smile stared back at him… No, one eye and what appeared to be a… Tuner?

He was frozen in place, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t make a single sound. All he could do was watch as the thing crept closer. The distorted channel flipping seemed to die down in favour of static, but there was something else in the background, and it sounded like it was cackling, as if it thought this was funny.

“Well well well WELL what do we have here?”

The voice was heavily distorted and riddled in static, the same as you’d hear listening to someone through an actual radio, but he could tell it was the voice of a young man. He could feel him creeping even closer, even if he couldn’t tell visually. The lights that seemed to be coming from the person's face were glaringly bright, and he couldn’t make out much more of him than that.

When Emmet didn’t respond he seemed to grow impatient, tilting its head to the side but not letting him go out of his sights.

“What’s the matter? Cat caught your tongue? Oh come now! Don’t be shy! I won’t bite~ I’ll promise you that much~” His words dripped of poison, again inching closer and causing Emmet to stumble back and hitting the wall behind him. Not only did he regret doing that because he now successfully cornered himself, as soon as he touched the wall a cascade of dust and old crumpled up wallpaper came falling down on him.

“Wh- Who are you!? What have you done to Simon?!” Emmet finally manages to sputter out. Although he couldn’t see the other person, he could tell he was a bit taken aback.

“My my, what accusations already! To assume little ol’ ME have even SEEN your pal! Psh! Such manners, or should I rather say no manners” The person sounded almost offended “But to answer your first oh so RUDE question, I’m your show host for the evening, for the night, for the day for the week for the mONTH FOR THE YEAR FOR THE LIFETIME!”

The way it sped up its speech was enough to send him shivers, but it’s cackling laughter afterwards was almost worse.

“What do you mean ‘show host’?!”

The way his voice quivered seemed to almost amuse the other person. “Oh… Don’t be silly now… I’m the show host, and you’re my new and fresh contestant! Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that wonderful? Isn’t that GREAT?”

“Contestant? But I never signed up for anything!”

The being seemed to shake his head disapprovingly, or maybe it was out of pity, and appeared to back off a bit.

“Wonder how long you’ll make it… Things ain’t looking so bright for ya kiddo if this is your attitude! Hm… Shame. Such a shame.”

After it had finished that sentence, it turned around and left Emmet staring into complete darkness again, and left the room without another word.

“H- Hey!! Wait! No stop! You have to explain!”

He blindly scrambled after the person, tracing his hands along the walls to not accidentally run into one and frantically looking both directions of the hallway outside the room. He couldn’t see anything, but he could still hear the static.

It was coming from the right.

He stumbled down the corridor, keeping one hand on a wall and praying he wouldn’t trip on the remains of ceiling or leftover furniture. The corridor seemed to lighten up a bit further ahead though, and as he got closer he got more and more confident in running a bit faster.

He turned a corner, and it was a bigger corridor with windows to the outside evenly spaced all the way down. The moon was out, shining just enough to brighten up the corridor so he could see… But he soon wished he hadn’t followed the person.

Further down the corridor it stood, no, it floated. It didn’t have legs, but a long tail that was slowly moving side to side. It wasn’t tall, by the looks of it shorter than Emmet himself, but it was the way it was staring back at him that scared him rather than his size…

He was wearing a blue polo shirt spotted with flowers in various sizes, and it looked far from clean just like the rest of him. It was spotted with blood. His skin was a dark and unnatural green, and from his neck two antennas stuck out, as if they had been stabbed into him. His collar was stained red beneath them, obviously far from fresh but still looking as if it was constantly getting soaked.

But his face… His emotionless and cold face, halfly covered in his own blood from a huge wound on the side of his head. It resembled a radio, his mouth now revealed to be the screen of a very old radio, showing the different channels, and his right eye as previously suspected replaced with a dial.

The radio host slowly lifted a hand, pointing directly to Emmet and staring coldly, like a predator at its prey...

“You better start looking for your buddy before it’s too late.”

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nancywheelxr · 4 years

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For a prompt (if you’re still taking them): Rosalie x Bella but the setting is The Secret History?? Yes that is purposely vague because I’m interested in what you’ll come up with.

Oh my god, these are two of my favorite things, I absolutely love this prompt and I really hope I’m making it justice to both Donna Tartt’s writing style and this premise!

( also, let’s just pretend there’s no murder or incest because. well. i didn’t want to include that. vampires is dram enough. )

Bella had not planned ahead of Hampden.

The idea alone of getting here had been a long distant dream, unattainable in its difficulties, and yet, after barrier after barrier were dropped by what had then felt like the invisible hands of Fate– she found herself overwhelmed by its uneventfulness.

That first week, she had passed as if in a dream, haunting the halls of her dorm in search of something to do, someplace to be. Jessica Stanley, the girl who lived two doors down her own, had done her best to entice Bella into embracing the nightlife of the campus. "A party or two won't kill you, Bella," she had said more than once, red nails glinting in the ceiling lights, "aren't you like, from California or something?"

In hindsight, one might say it could’ve, it did. At the time, though, Bella had not corrected her, too conflicted between Forks and Phoenix, two towns so unlike one another, she wondered what that said about her.

In any case, maybe that's why she had been so drawn to them in the first place. When placed against the grey backdrop of cloudy Hampden, their mismatched group had seemed to glow, lighthouses in the underwhelming sea of students.

Honestly, how could Bella not be hopelessly drawn?

She had seen Emmet first, his large figure standing out in the crowd, laughing at something, loud and careless, and his beer had sloshed dangerously closed to spilling from the crytal-clear glass in his head. That, too, had struck her as odd, even then– a glass cup in a dorm party full of red cups– and to this day, Bella could map out the way moonlight had glistened on his pale skin, a Greek statue, fluid and alive. She hadn’t approached him that first night, even if her eyes lingered on absurd difference of his posture and Jessica explained in excruciating details who he was and why she should not get herself invested in a lost cause, but after noticing, after knowing about them, Bella couldn’t help picking out the flashes of their presence all over the campus.

Next, came Alice, a nymph of a girl, with her pixie haircut and bubbling smiles, floating through the grass in strange clothes that made her look inexplicably ethereal, half-there, half-somewhere else. The first time she saw her, Alice had an umbrella over her head in the rare sunny day, and Bella had thought it strangely endearing, smiling to her book as Alice breezed past, the faint smell of cherries and lavender following. Later, she would find that Alice had not taken that path through the grass by chance, but a deliberate attempt at seeing Bella in person, in the present, living and breathing and alive.

Then, there had been Edward. This one had been nothing but luck, or, as Bella had been rather inclined to believe at the time, Fate or something of that effect. His red hair had been a flame of color in the library, making his hesitancy at the threshold all the more noticeable, and Bella had taken in his pressed shirt and dress shoes and prayed fiercely he’d find another empty seat that wasn’t at her table. With a pained expression, Edward had sitten down across her, his hold on the edges of the desk white-knuckled, and it had not taken him fifteen minutes to abruptly stand up, chair screeching on the floor, and dash out the open doors. Bella had tried not to take it to heart and failed– if this were to be her first impression with the mysterious Classics class, she couldn’t bear to think of her odds of enrolling.

Of course, one can not forget the twins. Jasper and Rosalie Hale. The similarities between them were easily spotted from a distance– both are golden-haired in a way that glimmers in the light as if true gold, curling at the ends, and regally tall, heads held high as if bearing an invisible crown. Apollo and Artemis, side by side, their divinity like a halo shimmering in the air around them. Jasper with his melancholic eyes and perpetually haunted expression thrives in the gloom of the town, a true Byronic hero in his quiet demeanor and bottomless devotion towards Alice.

And Rosalie– here, Bella can’t find the words to accurately transmit the truth. How can one describe true divinity? How do you explain the exhilarating surprise of finding the closest thing to a goddess in modern times? Anything Bella could say is inevitably tainted by her own biased view; Bella could never be neutral when it came to Rosalie, not even in the beginning, not even now. Ice queen, Jessica had called her, but Bella had never agreed with that description– queen is too little a title for Rosalie and how can you blame a deity for not concerning herself with mortal affairs? Just the idea of Rosalie in a house party is enough to send Bella into a laughing fit, no matter how many years go by.

So yes, Bella had been a bit in love with the Classics class before she had even knocked on Carlisle door, but no one would ever be able to claim her heart and soul quite in the way Rosalie did, not then, not ever.

Perhaps, it's only that in the same way things often do, that group lost shine when looked from up close – once she was side by side with them, it was easier to see them as people rather than the cryptic image they telegraphed. Not that she loved them any less; again, as things often do, her love just shifted.

Still, it wasn't easy. Carlisle turned her down twice, warmly polite every time, before yielding to her stubbornness; privately, Bella thought it was her love for Paradise Lost that did it, not strictly a Classic, but a personal favorite of Carlisle nonetheless. Of course, years later, she'd find that while quoting Dante did work to endear her to him, it had been Alice's pleading that solidified his decision, her talks of future days, laughing in a town by the woods, a fireplace running while music played quiet.

Never let it be said that Carlisle doesn't put his children's happiness above everything else.

That had been about two weeks ago. When Bella walked into class now, the scene she finds while looking fitting for a renaissance painting, was rapidly becoming normal for her. Edward and Jasper sitting on their desk, speaking in low tones with eyebrows drawn together, worried and fearful and terribly melancholic, tragic heroes of the turn of the century, Emmet playing on his phone, the electronic chime drifting jarringly in the picturesque atmosphere, Alice glancing up from her magazine, clippings scattered around her desk, and grinning up at Bella just a second too soon to be a coincidence, hair spiking at all directions, a nymph stranded in the city, her magic wild on her eyes, and finally– Rosalie, sitting on the window sill and looking out at the fields, face impassive, the sun catching in her hair like golden threads, a perfect statue, and Bella wonders if this is what Paris saw every time he walked into Helen's tower; if so, it'd make sense for him to go to war over it.

Bella took the desk closest to Alice, skin burning in a way it shouldn't, not when it was untouched like this, and her bones sang to find a different direction. These first few days, they were wonderfully confusing, and there were times she wished to go back to them, to the simplicity of ignorance.

But then, of course, Rosalie would press a kiss to her lips, drinking the nostalgy out of her mouth, and Bella would forget why she'd look at the beginning as anything other than that– the turning point of her life, the starting of something new.

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