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damedamedame · 3 years

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hihi! can I request hc's of teru, akane, and hanako's s/o being such a simp for them? Like giving them small sweet notes, and all those cute stuff. And it continues even after they were dating alr 🥺🥺

VARIOUS X READER - REQUEST

- “You’re a Simp? Understandable, have a good day.”

NOTES: WRITING SIMPS ARE SURPRISINGLY HARD???

TERU MINAMOTO X READER

...

Who isn’t though--

You were known to be one of the biggest simps for Teru Minamoto, Prince and Student Council President of Kamome Gakuen.

I mean, like everyone else but like

h u g e s i m p e n e r g y

like myself

You would always greet him every single morning with a ‘Good Morning, Minamoto!’ and with a ‘See you tomorrow, Minamoto!’ once you see him leave.

Everyone knew you wouldn’t stop, even Teru himself.

Which was good.

Because he

may or may not be

simping for you too—

mY HE A RT WE NT B RR BRR 💕

Listen, he saw you as a boss-type fangirl at first because of all the love notes you leave on his desk, the little presents that were left on the table in the Council Room which he would have to ask Akane about and just,, you in general.

He didn’t actually mind at all !! the chocolate-chip cookies you put on his desk one morning could even rival Kou’s.

Mhm yes the cookies won him over—

wai where was i

oH YES

THEN he realized that he was starting to like you simping for him,, A LOT ACTUALLY—

He couldn’t bear the thought of you doing these sort of things to someone else,,

Then,, ended up falling for the little things about you hard--

When you arrived to say ‘Good Morning, Minamoto!’ to him in the entrance, guess who pulled you aside to personally say

‘I.. really am starting to like you, (L/N), can we.. go out?’

Yes, it was Teru and your mind still locks this precious memory away in the back of your head.

And no, the simping did not stop after you started dating him.

Not at all.

You gave him kisses and hugs every time you saw him, which he would gladly return.

Especially if he was having a rough day and just needed your comfort.

He thinks you’re cute when you rush over to him and give him the biggest hug when he enters the classroom.

Everyone still can’t f uc king believe you got him, but here you were, receiving a little kiss on the forehead with your arms wrapped around him.

“You’re so cute, (Y/N).”

AKANE AOI X READER

lil heads up that this was supposed to be really angsty but then chapter 71 happened and i CANNOT HURT THIS BOY ANY LONGER—

You?? You’re simping on the biggest simp?? oH MY GO--

A VV CONFUSED AF BOY

WHY ARE YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE, SIMPING FOR THE AOI SIMP????

Akane feels a little, or ve r y, awkward at first because?? um?? w h y ????

Even he knows he’s a big simp for Aoi, so why are you simping for him ??

As I said, vv confused.

Eventually, after having to deal with the many presents (how do you even have energy for this) and the amount of flirts you give him, he gets used to it :’))

An F in the chat for (Y/N) !!

Because he !!

*drumroll noises*

bRushEs yOu oFf 👁👄👁

Look, he has one goal and one goal only and it is all for Aoi—

You might have to give up on this one, even if it h ur t.

Perhaps you’ll do him a favor and start befriending Aoi to help Akane, even if it really really hurts to do so.

Unrealistic as fuck, I know, but deal with me rn :’3

When he sees you befriending Aoi, he is 99% sure you’re stealing her away from him for revenge.

May have brought a bat whenever he sees you, just sayin—

Although

He hears you both talking and

“You know, Akane is actually really good boyfriend material ! Maybe give him a chance, yes??”

Are—

Are you being his wingman???

For some reason, his simp has turned into his matchmaker and he just. doesn’t know what to feel.

‘Thank you?? But?? Aren’t you supposed to be simping for me?? Why are you helping—‘

You interrupted his thoughts with a cheeky grin on your face,

“I hope get you with her, Aoi :’>”

Don’t ask Akane why he’s frustrated with this outcome or you will get hit on the head with a bat.

You guys becomes friends after a while of suffering in confusion from him and after many many explanations that you just wanted to help him haha brr

And after a few months of banter

Let’s just say

There’s gonna be

A simp reversal

Because he definitely did not just notice the beautiful twinkle in your eyes, the way your smile makes his face flush all too suddenly, or how you just astound him in the most unexpected way.

“I... might have a problem, Ao-chan.”

“Akane, just give them a chance already.”

HANAKO - KUN X READER

What?? Where are all these gifts outside his stall suddenly coming from??

Much like Akane, poor ghost boy is also vv confused. When he finally catches the imposter heh, he’s shocked to see someone he thought he’d never see in,, forever.

You two were actually really good friends when you both were alive before !!

Hanako remembers you vividly.

You were always there to cheer him up whenever he came up with a new bruise.

Always sending him little love notes in class when you had nothing else to do.

Late night chats as you both walked each other home.

He always thought you were beautiful, but dangerous.

Falling in love with his old best friend was something he didn’t want, especially since ruining your friendship with him was not part of the plan.

WHY DOES HE NOT SEE HOW MUCH YOU SIMPED FOR HIM????

LIKE SM CONFUSION???

EVERYONE LITERALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE DATING—

Little did you know that Hanako did see that but was vv unsure because ✨insecurities✨

Anyways

You were back in his life now, as a ‘student’ who was def not a ghost. Nope. Not at all.

Everyone thought you were weird because you just?? kept visiting that particular stall?? and always left a hella lot of presents and notes??

Hanako tries to keep an eye on you without you knowing but then you really went and said

“I know you’re there, Amane~”

oSHIT—

He didn’t realize how much he missed the way you said his name.

“H-Hey, (Y/N)..”

CH R IS T HE SOUNDS SO AWKWARD WHY WHWYWHWHWGWH.

You, because you love him too much and finally managed to find him after many boring years of waiting around, did not miss this chance to tell him that HEY YES I LIKED YOU FOR LIKE 50 YEARS.

Let me just say that

Hanako was a blushing mess. yes that is all.

He accepts your confession because you practically barged in his mind when you both first met and you just. never left—

When Nene comes in the next day, she goes 😳 because ‘I-Is that (L/N) and Hanako? WAI WHY ARE THEY KISSING—‘

Definitely makes sure that you never meet Tsukasa again, even though the younger Yugi twin pretty much loved you too :’D

After classes, you always made sure to spend all your time with Hanako without fail, being the huge simp you are.

Don’t worry, he is too ;))

“How did you even find me, (Y/N)?”

“Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily, Amane?”

END NOTES: sorry akane’s is so shit omg also um this was not at all proof-read so uH I’M SORRY FOR BEING A DISAPPOINTMENT :(((((

#toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk x reader #teru minamoto x reader #akane aoi x reader #hanako x reader

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curiousscientistkae · 3 years

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oh yeah since I have new peeps here is a rundown of myshe ra kiddos +finally adding some i never talked about. Ages are just to show gaps between kids, they are not "canon". Under the cut stuff. I uh....ramble

Glimmadora:

Harper-20, eldest daughter/child. Born Feb 1st. She/Her, Demi-Bi. Heir to Brightmoon, gets called 'AJ' (Adora Jr) a lot by Glimmer since she looks and acts a lot like Adora. Has shoulder length two toned blonde hair (top half light like She-ra, bottom darker like Adora) with sparkles at the edns, sparkling purple eyes shaped like Adora's, tan skin like Glimmer, glasses, sometimes wears a hearing aid in her right ear. Has cream/purple wing markings on her back that later will turn into feathery cream wings with purple tips.

Sound based powers (cause my brain was like light and sound) but still can create light stuff they just make sounds also. Also can turn invisible. Being unable to control the powers as a toddler, she lost her hearing in her right ear. Everyone in the family knows sign language.

Smart af, witty, as the eldest of all the kids can be protective to a fault, anxious, wants to not fuck up and be a great queen. Will overwork herself and is a perfectionist, though can be forgetful. Is a great shoulder to lean on/be listened to.

Grows to 6' (she got them angella genes (who is alive in this au, not micah) and athletic build like Adora. Named to match the 'er' at Glimmer's name, her sound powers, and the Lyra constellation. Glimmer was the one to have her.

Mira-13, youngest daughter eldest twin. Born July 9th. She/Her, Lesbian, about 5 mins older than Micah. Powerless Princess. Got her great aunt and grandpa's hair color, pale skin (same as Adora), ice blue eyes shaped like Adora's, freckles on face. Usually has hair in ponytail held up by that butterfly pin from princess prom. Also almost always has a red cloak around her. Called 'Mimi'

Born with no magic and not connected to the moonstone (long story short in my au, First Ones cannot use magic without help or it will kill them. Mira got the most FO genes thus she cannot use magic. Whole ass idea i need to explore). Tries to make up for it with fighting skills. While she doesn't show it a lot, she hates the fact she is powerless and will not grow wings either.

Clever, rebellious, loves to explore. Can have a temper to her, wears her heart on her sleeve. Natural born leader. Butts heads with her mothers the most and has run away a few times (once for a very very long time heh). At the end of the day, she doesn't want to be in the shadow of anyone/wants to make her own mark.

Grows to 5'6", chubby build like Glimmer. Named to match the 'ra' in Adora's name and the 'Mi' in Micah's name. OG she was going to have healing powers before I got rid of that so it was also sort for Miracles. 'Mira' is a star, one that is an actual shooting star. Adora was the one to have her

Micah-13, youngest child only son. Born July 9th. He/Him and They/Them. Demi-Boy. Bi, about 5 mins younger than Mira. Has spell powers. Messy, chin length dark purple hair (the same shade as the bottom half of Glimmer's hair), sky blue eyes with sparkles and shaped like Glimmer's, freckles on face. Light tan skin (between his sisters). Has purple wing markings on back and later will get purple feathered wings. Called MJ (Micah Jr) or Mickey

Like his grandfather, great aunt, and Ma before him, he can use spells. Struggles with it but eventually learns he is best at defensive ones. They look up to many of the guards in the castle and wants to be one when he grows up.

Quiet, soft spoken, nervous boy. Def keeps his twin sister from doing something totally stupid. Trusting, sometimes too much, can hold grudges if wronged badly. Tries to see the best in others. Named to honor his grandfather, they want to live up to them and be a great sorcerer

Grows to 5'11, more avg/a bit stocky build. Named to match the 'Mi' with Mira and as Micah is dead in this still (i made them a long time ago) after him. Adora was the one to have them.

Scorpia's Kid

Onca-13, only child of Scorpia. Born May 4th. They/Them. Non-binary Pan. Magicat/Scorpion. OG a scorptra kid but Catra no longer with Scorpia. Has medium length snow white hair, usually in a small pony tail, light brown skin, amber eyes (only iris has the color not the whole eye). Cat fangs and white cat tail. Has those scorpion shouler pads and venom their fangs (not as strong as their mother's) and blue blood. No fur. Called 'Onc' or by Scorpia her 'Lil' Kitling'

Has electrical powers like Scorpia. Venom will only make the part they bite numb, does not fully knock anyone out. Is quick on their feet.

Laid back, quick to adapt, resting bitch face, can be a little lazy, sometimes acts without thinking, and easily distracted. Before growth spurt, they were small and grew a hatred of being seen as always needing help. Just a gentle giant really.

Grows to 6'3, strong build like Scorpia. Named after the latin species name of the Jaguar.

(i so need to work and the following kids more rip)

Bowfuma

Robin-18, eldest son/child of Bow and Perfuma. Born March 20th, He/Him. Gay. Dark brown skin, dark brown, short hair, dark brown eyes. Wears glasses. Has plant powers. Called Robby. Heir to Plumeria.

Plant powers are a WIP kind of, might be like Perfuma or a little dif but is connected to the Runestone. Knows some archery but prefers a crossbow.

Self assured, he knows who he is and what he wants to do, fair-takes both sides of an argument into account. Is the least likely to cause shit. Can be messy and hates when his things are moved. Procrastinator.

Grows to 6', lean build. Named after both Robin Hood, the archer, and the bird

Eliza-16, only daughter. Born Sept 15th, She/Her, Aro/Ace. Dark brown skin, dark brown hair in two braids, dark brown eyes, freckles. Needs glasses but wears contacts. Powers allows her to talk to animals. Called 'Liza'.

Also connected to the runestone, Eliza and talk to animals. She actually started to talk to them before speaking to her parents. When she talks to them, to others it sounds like she is making the animal sounds.

Passionate and loves animals. While her cousin Mira puts her energy into trouble, she puts it into being outside and building things or helping her mom and dad. Hates being stuck inside. Can be whimsical. Loves to be challenged and doesn't back down from stuff, even when maybe she should. Can be a bit dense.

Grows to 5'8", lean build. Named after Eliza Thornberry.

Ash-15, youngest of their siblings. Born Nov 23rd. He/She/They genderfluid. No real label-uses queer. Medium brown skin, medium length, wavy blonde hair, dark brown eyes. Freckles. Has no powers but does not mind it at all.

Unlike his younger cousin, Mira, Ash does not care they do not have powers or are not next in line for the thorn. They are happy to just learn from their father or others. Kind of a jack of all trades.

Has a big heart and a love for all life. Once she is set on something, she sees it through to the end. Very observant of the world and what goes on in it. Can be impatient and doesn’t always take things seriously. Jokes way to often. Free-spirit

Grows to 5'10", thin build like his mom. Named after the type of tree which you could use to make a bow.

Seamista

Newt-18, oldest and only son of Sea Hawk and Mermista. Born Dec 11th, Trans Man He/Him, Pan ace. Dark brown skin, dark brown eyes, short blue hair. Has no runestone powers but can still turn into a merman when in the water.

Newt was next in line for the throne but stepped down, not liking the idea of being a king. He likes to spend time at the beach, swimming, and enjoying being in the sun. Usually keeps his sisters from killing each other.

Hard worker, does not usually slack off, does hate being in the spotlight. Humble. Good at reading emotions. Can lose track of time easily. Has his mother's dry sense of humor. Will faint at the sight of blood

Grows to 5'7", build like Sea Hawk. Named for the salamander that is associate with fire. And with it being an amphibian and transitioning from one stage to another, kind of works there also.

Sandra-15, oldest daughter. Born Mar 7th, She/Her, Pan. Medium brown skin, brown eyes, dark long brown curly hair. Has water based powers (still a WIP whoops). Can turn into a mermaid when in the water.

After her brother stepped down, she is now the heir to her kingdom. Still working a bit on her powers but is connected to the runestone. FIGHTS with her sister all the time.

Very much a girly girl, loves pink, skirts, sparkles, all that jazz. Takes her role as princess seriously. Dutiful and punctual. Hates messes, likes things to be neat. Does not like things randomly being dropped on her.

Grows to 5'8", Mermista's body build. Nickname is Sandy and is called that the most. Named cause yeah....sandy.

Yamuna-12, youngest child/daughter. Born Apr 13th, She/Her, Greyromo/sexual Lesbian. Long blue hair though will dye it many colors, usually orange, light brown skin, brown eyes. Water powers. Cannot fully turn into a mermaid when in the water, just gets webbing and gills.

She can control the temperature of the water around her, freezing it or boiling it at will. Is a great sailor

Pure Sea Hawk child, pretty much his clone. Wild, hyper, will set shit on fire. Takes pride in everything she does. Will blurt out things without thinking and can be pushy. Doesn't like to be told to do things. Zero filter.

Grows to 5'2", small body build. Named after one of the largest rivers in India.

(these guys are VERY WIP so not much to them)

Ada-Entrapta child, on the younger end. Adopted, trans woman, het. Does love robots and what not, helps their mom out a lot. Probably can run on little sleep and still be fine. Name was given to me by my good friend Dorku named after Ada Lovelace, a mathematician and first computer programmer. Very close with Onca

Luka and Felix-Catra's sons, adopted. Both magicats. Catra moves away from everyone and wouldnt really come into focus until much much later when Mira runs off. Luka and Felix idk ages yet but are only a year apart in age. Luka means light (he is one of Catra's lights now) and Felix is a cartoon cat. Would become close friends with Mira later on

(im too lazy to proof lmao and free to ask questions or change stuff up lmao god)

#she ra #spop #spop fankids #she ra fankids #glimmadora #bowfuma #seamista #future of etheria #harper #mira #micah #onca #robin #eliza #ash #newt #sandra #yamuna #ada #luka #felix #she ra ocs #spop ocs

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katie-writes24 · 3 years

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Cursed Blessings

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x reader

Warnings: MAJOR MENTIONS/BRIEF SCENE OF RAPE! Language, angst, alcohol, suggestive material, and this is just really sad.

Chpt. 2

Okay, PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS! I don’t think the scene is graphic, however it’s there. If you feel that I should put a stronger warning, please don’t be afraid to dm me.

So, my first ficlet, where do I begin? This story was supposed to be a cute little scene with Thomas and an ex lover but omg, I went so off track but I hope yall like it. I did lots of scheming with this fic and @tinywhim I cannot thank you enough for all the help! Brainstorming with you gives me so much more motivation to actually finish writing stories ngl. But yeah, please be wary. Next part will be much lighter I promise. Let me know if you want to be tagged, I’m tagging my original tjeff taglist. Feedback is always appreciated! And....hope you guys continue this story with me! Enjoy!

Y/N didn’t believe in soulmates, even if she was surrounded by so many people who seemed to be destined to each other. Her parents were married for 27 years, never once betrayed each other, they even died together. Even though her mother would call them soulmates, she didn’t believe it, she just thought they were two people who found an undeniable love.

It was this phrase that was tossed around so much that it was starting to seem like a far off fantasy.

That changed when she met Thomas.

He was brilliant, charming, he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. He had little quirks about him that she knew was just for her to see. Y/N liked when he would tell a story and he would get this fond look in his eye, and start scrunching up his nose the faster he talked. To her it was adorable, to him it was stupid.

Thomas made her feel safe, she’s never felt like that before.

They met at an art exhibit, and the two spent the whole night talking about different pieces and ended up going to a small diner, looking ridiculously overdressed. She could see her mother gush about how romantic it was, how she could picture the wedding now.

Y/N still didn’t believe in soulmates, but she did start to imagine a future with the man.

Two years in, they were finally thinking about moving in together. Thomas found a nice place in Charlottesville, not too far from his family’s estate. It felt like a perfect dream. They were going to close on it at the end of summer.

It was all perfect timing. The Jefferson's always threw a big charity event in July, the house would be filled with hundreds of snobby, rich attendees. Trying to fill in a conversation with any of them bored her to death, but Y/N couldn’t complain because while they had no genuine personality, they did have money. The event usually does really well each year, and this year was no different.

Y/N spent that whole weekend at the Jefferson's estate, helping set up decorations and enjoying her time with him and his father. Ever since Thomas’s mother passed, Peter hasn’t been as social with outsiders.

And even though she had heard some stories from the past that gave her dreaded chills, the man seemed to mean well. Thomas had told her that it was all in the past, and that he still cares for his father, so she shouldn’t hold it against him if Thomas wasn’t.

The night after the fundraiser she learned more about Peter Jefferson. He liked to golf, he enjoyed telling awful jokes, and he liked to drink.

He drank a lot that night.

Y/N was in the study, reading the final chapter of her book on the couch. Thomas had gone out with James for the night, seeing that he would be leaving to go up to New York till the end of summer. It was peaceful; she was wrapped in a large blanket, feet on the table with a mug of coffee and a good book.

The characters were clashing, it was something she hadn’t expected. She leaned forward and focused more on the words, not noticing the door open and shut quietly behind her. She only lifted her head when she felt cold fingertips run up her backside.

Y/N turned around quickly, noticing Peter barely standing on his own.

“Peter, are you alright? You don’t look too good.” His eyes were foggy, there was a stain across his shirt and he hiccupped to himself as he laughed.

“Well, I think...you do, darling.”

“Do what?”

“You look..good, very-very good if I might add.” He staggered into the seat next to her and immediately put his hand on her thigh.

“What are you doing?!” She pushed his hand off and he chuckled again.

“You know, Thomas...my son he sure did pick out...a beautiful lady. And, heh, at least he did something right, he did something good in his life. But that boy, he still doesn't have the mindset yet...he doesn’t see that-” Peter drifted off as he looked like he was about to vomit all over himself.

It was an opportunity, it was the perfect time to leave.

“He’s so blinded by your wit that he doesn’t see that you’re taking as you please, and maybe not even to him alone, right huh?” He grabbed Y/N’s calf as he tucked himself into her neck.

“He doesn’t see the way you dress, the way you look, how you’re just asking for it! Is he not giving you enough attention, darling?”

His hands felt slimy and unfamiliar, and they were certainly unwanted.

But what was Y/N to do? She could’ve easily ran out the room. The man was drunk, she could’ve easily shoved him, hit him hard enough, and he would probably stumble and she could get out. She could call Thomas-

Thomas.

Thomas kept her safe, Thomas promised her that she was his and nobody else’s. Thomas left the house, Thomas brought her into an abuser’s house.

Thomas was going to be so upset.

And she could avoid this, Y/N could put an end to this hand running up her shorts.

But she was numb, she was lost. All she could see was Thomas, all she could think was Thomas. But that certainly wasn’t Thomas’s hands, not his soothing touch, not his caring praise. It was Peter’s, and it was disgusting. But if she ended this, what would he say to Thomas?

By the time she could feel her feet, it was already over.

Y/N sat up to her pants on the floor along with a spilled coffee and puke smears on the rug. Her bones were cold, but that blanket had a white stain that made her uncomfortable. She looked and found the door closed.

As if he never even came in.

Maybe it was seconds, maybe it was hours, but when she finally sat up her whole body weight caved in on her.

She had to clean up the mess, she needed to get rid of the evidence.

She had to clean herself, she felt like this wasn’t her body. She was violated, she was abused, she was used.

Y/N took the longest shower of her life, whether it be from her crying or trying to disinfect the feeling of hands crossing her torso.

She went to bed alone, and surprisingly, sleep caught her quick. When she woke up, she was still alone. No Thomas, no Peter.

Her emotions ran over her again and she sobbed gently into her pillow. She was too afraid to leave the bed, too afraid to go downstairs and see what broke her, is breaking her. It was too much.

When her tears finally ran dry, there was a knock on the door. Immediately, she pulled her knees up to her chest and felt her heart jump. She stopped breathing until she heard her boyfriend’s voice.

As he walked in, he had bloodshot eyes, wearing the same clothes as the night before.

“Sorry I didn’t come back home. I drank a little too much, crashed at James’s place.”

I drank a little too much.

“It’s okay,” Her voice cracked and she hoped he didn’t notice it. Y/N couldn’t bear with his overwhelming care right now, she wasn’t ready for questions.

“Hey, so, turns out I do have to go in tomorrow, and early at that. So, what do you say getting a head start on the drive back?” Raising a brow, Thomas had a soft look on his face. He looked so different all of a sudden.

“I would like that.” Y/N put on her best smile.

But she couldn’t hold it forever, she would eventually give herself away, and of course after being together for a couple of years, Thomas would know a difference. The lack of hugs, the uncharacteristic quiet, working, what she claimed, “overtime.”

They were signs.

The next few weeks, he made an effort to do better, try harder. Thomas booked reservations at the most expensive restaurants, he surprised her at work on Wednesday’s, he made sure to leave the office on time so he could cook dinner for Y/N, always asking how her day was.

He said those three words at every chance he got because he needed her to know, he needed her to understand that whatever was happening, whoever she was seeing, they wouldn’t love her like him.

It wasn’t enough.

“Is there someone else?”

Y/N turned to look at him, luggage in hand. She’s never seen him so broken, so lost. He had stopped crying, clinging to himself as if to hold him close to the ground. Those eyes, those deep brown eyes that she fell in love with...they were too similar.

It was like she was back on that couch, seeing those drunken orbs that ruined her forever.

Apparently, her silence was his answer. Thomas nodded his head sadly and walked back towards the bedroom, leaving Y/N stuck to the doorstep.

~~~

“It could turn out to be a blessing.”

Her jaw was shut tight, hand over her mouth, restricting even the tiniest sob from letting loose.

“No matter what happens, we’ll help you out….”

This town wouldn’t let her live peacefully if she dared approach one of those buildings.

“Have you at least called the father?”

Peter gave her a check and a note two days ago.

“Why don’t you just come up here? We can figure this out together.”

Her phone dinged, and there was a ticket to New York staring at her.

“Whatever you need, whatever you decide, we’ll support you, Y/N.”

She was gonna need it.

Jefferson Taglist: @notebookgirl30 @dontblinkumightmiss @checkurwindow @einfachniemand @astralaffairs @daveeddiggsit @ramp-it-up @ohsoverykeri-blog @i-know-i-can

#thomas jefferson x reader #thomas jefferson imagine #thomas jefferson x oc #thomas jefferson #hamilton fic #hamilton imagine #hamilton fanfic #hamilton fanfiction #my writings #cursed blessings #i finally made a story tag #this story is a giant cry #dont hate me #thomas jefferson fanfic

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nanami-says · 3 years

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Part IV (3/5): Chapters 40~44

Chapter 40

[Mai to Miwa]

“Maki? She’s worthless”

She actually calls her “just a small fry” here. Which imo is more dismissive than just outright derogatory like in the official release.

“An iai technique huh? That’s strange. I have the advantage in terms of reach. She’s probably looking to disarm my cursed tool and create an opening.”

⇒”An iai [technique], huh? On top of that there seems to be some trick to it. With our difference in reach… rather than myself, she’s probably looking(...)”

Not mistranslated per se other than the “there seems to be a trick to it” line, which imo shouldn’t have been simplified to just “that’s strange”. But the original showed Maki’s thought process better.

“She broke it with her leg? Why is she negating her reach advantage.”

⇒ ”She broke it?? With her thigh?? You’re getting rid of your reach advantage here??”

Again, the meaning was all there but some of the characterisation was lost. Miwa sounded so frantic and full of disbelief here, haha.

[After Mei states that Maki should get promoted at least 2 ranks ASAP]

“I agree but her family seems to be getting in the way”

⇒ “I think so too, but you know, the Zen’ins keep getting in the way. It stinks, right”

More casual speech overall in the original, also Gojou’s more colourful language got a cut again.

MM:“Heh… I don’t understand connections not based on money”

G:“And you’ll always be a cheapskate.”

I get why they went with “cheapskate” here, as the word Gojou originally uses would be accurately translated as “miser”, which’s the kind of word most people would have to check in the dictionary. (I know I had to.) Nevertheless it’s interesting to me how Gojou basically alternates between super casual speech and much less common terms like this one. He seems to like wordplays in general?

“Anyway, I can’t help but notice the video feed around Yuji seems to be a little inconsistent”

⇒ “Leaving that aside, the video around Yuuji keeps on cutting off for a while now, no?”

Again, meaning is there, the characterisation - sort of I suppose? But he was being more casual/straight to the point in the original.

[In reply to Gojou’s question whose side she’s on]

“Whose side? I’m on the side with money, of course. There’s no value in something that can’t be bought since you can’t exchange it for money.”

“Which side? I’m an ally of money, of course. Because there’s no value in things that cannot be exchanged for money. For you see, it cannot be exchanged for money."

I know it sounds like she’s repeating herself but that’s because she actually is. She’s literally saying that there’s no value in something that can’t be turned into money PRECISELY BECAUSE it can’t be turned into money lol. Also, imo “on the side with money” kind of muddled the nuance a bit. Other possible translations for "exchange" include "replace", ”turn into”.

Gojou in reply to above.

“I wonder how much!”

Actually closer to, “[I wonder] how much did you pile up”. The actual phrase is just “just how much did (...) pile up/stock”, so you have to supply the subject by yourself.

“I’m not sure what you guys have planned but Yuji’s different now”

⇒ “I don’t know what you’re scheming but Yuuji won’t be killed so easily anymore”

Again, the basic meaning is there but a lot of subtler nuance got lost.

(jp)

[Explanation on how the school can tell which side exorcised which curses during the competition]

“Talismans are placed on curses released in the area. When a curse is exorcised, the corresponding talisman also disappears. Using cursed energy, we’ve made arrangements for the following -- exorcisms made by the Tokyo school will be indicated with a red flame, while Kyoto’s will be blue. Maki is also participating, so we’ve made sure her exorcisms are marked red as well.”

When I read this for the first time in English, I found this explanation rather unclear. No wonder I did, as it omits vital details such as the original mentioning "recording cursed energy in advance" which imo seems to be pointing to them registering samples of all students' energy.

And then the Maki line adds that since Maki is there too, exorcisms performed by UNRECORDED forces will be marked red as well. And that's why later on the teachers weren't able to immediately discern whether the sudden destruction of curses was done by an outsider or not.

“All those one-on-ones. Did they forget the main objective?”

⇒“(...) Everyone’s waaay too disinterested in the game.”

“Main objective” sounds kinda formal and imo that wasn’t the nuance for the line.

[Nobara to Nishimiya]

“Got down here, you stupid witch!!”

Actually “you shitty witch”. Nanami would be proud ;;

“How dare you hit my sacred face.”

I like their take on this but it’s hilarious in the original because the word she uses literally means “your countenance”, as in you’d normally use it to respectfully refer to someone else’s face, definitely not about your own. And then she adds a “go-” prefix, which further ups the level of reverence haha.

“A scar on the face can be a good thing for guys. But not for girls.”

Not really a mistranslation, but I love the original wording with its juxtaposition of a scar on the face being likened to an "order" for a man and a "blemish"/"defect" for a woman. It adds so much more depth to the line.

[Nishimiya after she points out how unfair the jujutsu world is towards women compared to men]

“And Mai has to deal with even more discrimination than that”

Actually something closer to ”irrationality”, “unreasonableness”, “unfairness”, “derision”. Discrimination was the translators’ interpretation of that, I suppose.

Chapter 41

[About Inumaki’s technique]

“Cursed speech is words with spirit. Essentially, it’s infusing sound with cursed energy”

...They translated it the other way around (“the spirit of words”) in ch. 33… Needless to say, this is still the same technique and still the very same term being used. I’d be leaning towards the more commonly used translation of “the spirit of language”.

“However if you’re not sure it’s coming… you’ll be in a constant state of unease. Protecting your head is difficult as it is”

⇒ “On the other hand, if you don’t know if it’s coming or not, you’re constantly distracted. Even though protecting the inside of my head is already something I’m not used to doing”

Not really mistranslated but I wanted to propose an alternate translation, especially for the second part.

“Inheriting the Zen’in family cursed technique is reserved for the privileged. Every other jujutsu sorcerer starts at a level much further below. And even within their family, some women aren’t treated equally.”

⇒ “Unless you inherit the Zen'in family's cursed technique, you start out as a sorcerer from a losing position. And for women, some of them are not even allowed to stand on that starting line"

Just an overall different meaning for the whole fragment. After all, it’s not like you can control who will inherit what technique, even if you’re from one of the three big families. Also it was about women being discriminated on a more fundamental level.

“Can someone who thinks that curse Yuji is an ally really understand?”

⇒ “How about you try thinking hard with that head of yours that can even mistake [that] curse for a comrade?”

Written with “Itadori-kun”, read as “[the] curse” - there’s no reason for Nishimiya to call him “Yuji��. Also she actually says 仲間/nakama here, which, as I stated before, I personally prefer to translate as “comrade” in the context of jjk. The official release seems to alternate between “ally” and “friend”, which are rather distant terms imo. I’m not sure either what’s their basis for when they go with “ally” because they also used it when Gojou was talking about raising a future generation of strong and bright comrades in ch. 11 (refer to part II).

[Nobara in response to above]

“Does that mean we have to forgive the unfortunate no matter the circumstances? And if someone is blessed with a fortunate life, do they deserve to be ridiculed?”

⇒ ”So if someone’s unfortunate, they’re free to do whatever they want? Then what? If in turn a person is [more] fortunate, you’re not gonna be satisfied unless you can talk behind their back?”

In the original Nobara speaks in shorter sentences and uses rather simple language, which imo really conveys how angry she is about Nishimiya’s words. It wasn’t really a philosophical conversation.

“Have any of you ever stopped to consider the person behind the curse you’ve condemned?”

⇒ “And have you people even thought what kind of a person the idiot that you’re trying to curse [from now] is?”

Not “condemn as a curse” but “that you people are cursing”! Huge distinction imo.

“What do I care about whether someone’s perfect or if something’s fair? Is your life just a job?”

⇒ “Are you obliged to stand up to [things like] ‘perfection’ or ‘unfairness’? (...)”

Lit. “where’s the obligation to live up to”. Emphasis mine! Nobara wasn’t saying she doesn’t care whether someone is perfect or not, imo the nuance was more that there’s no need to force yourself to try and meet people’s expectations/standards.

“Boys versus girls? Give me a break! Just shut the hell up! I love dressing up and being beautiful! I love being strong!”

⇒ “Boys this, girls that? I don’t give a damn! Just do it all by yourselves if you wish! I love myself who dresses up beautifully! I love myself who [always] strives to be strong!”

I know fandom loves the “I love being beautiful! I love being strong” line - it definitely is short and impactful! But I actually really like the nuance that “strive to be/remain strong” has because it implies Nobara’s constantly putting in effort to improve herself and get stronger. Also the nuance of “I love myself who’s all those things [and more]” (emphasis mine) rather than simply “I love being those things”/“I love the act of”, even though to an English speaker the former may sound a bit awkward.

[Mai saying she can’t contact Mechamaru after his fight]

“It’s not a good sign if he was forced to use his finishing move and this is the end result.”

⇒ “If it’s like that [that we can’t contact him] despite him being forced into a corner to the point of having to use his finishing move, then he’s probably lost”

This was Mai speculating Mechamaru has most likely lost if they can’t contact him despite him having used his special move.

“I need you”

⇒ “If you’re not here, we’re in trouble”

Rather than Mai needing her personally, this was her reiterating Nishimiya’s importance to the team. (Same phrasing as in ch. 35.)

Chapter 42

[About Maki and her family]

Y:“But why wouldn’t they want someone so strong?”

N:“They don’t wanna accept someone they’ve already rejected. They’re stupid that way”

⇒Y: “Wouldn’t a jujutsu family welcome a strong sorcerer with open arms?”

N:“(...) Because they’re stupid/idiots.”

Slightly more informative for Yuuji’s line in the original imo. Let’s not forget that Yuuji’s still super new to the jujutsu world, so he’s not really familiar with its inner workings. Imo this line had such a nuance.

“So we have to win this event. You better put your life on the line!”

Not incorrect as much as it's just so much funnier in the original because she tells him to put enough effort to die one more time lol (emphasis mine).

[Maki to Tokyo team, telling them to focus on the competition rather trying to make her look good]

“Don't’ worry about me”

⇒ “Don’t think about unnecessary stuff”

Imo this showed Maki’s personality better.

[Mai to Maki, in her head]

“You thought you could get the jump on me? While keeping your distance as well?”

⇒ “So what if you’re in my blind spot. Aren’t you dumb to put distance between us”

This was more about it being advantageous for Mai, a gun being her weapon, if Maki gets farther away from her.

“I knew it! Maki has something I don’t”

⇒ “I knew it… Maki has a talent I don’t have”

How a single exclamation mark can completely change the meaning of a whole line. Yes, it is “I knew it” but as in “I understood it”, “I felt it”. It’s not some revelation about the fight itself, it’s the beginning to Mai’s retrospection about herself and Maki and their approaches to life that follows after. Also, it literally says “talent” there, not to mention the line gets repeated word for word at the end of the same chapter for emphasis before the conclusion is given to Mai’s musings. (Gege seems to like this particular trick a lot, huh?)

”Did you hear about the daughter of the Ougi?"

Hmm, I tried googling the phrase with “Ougi” in it just to check if it can have some hidden meaning but found out even Japanese fans weren’t sure about the exact meaning of the word. Probably a name, either of a person or of a place.

[Mai thinking about Maki]

“You were always so carefree. I hated it. You just kept moving fearlessly forward into the future”

⇒ “I hated how you were always boldly pushing your way towards the future as if you had no worries/unease”

Imo a slightly different nuance for this line (which’s just a single sentence). “I hated how” could also be “I hated you for” and other translations for “pushing your way to” include “plunging forward”, “pushing on”.

(jp)

[About Mai’s cursed technique]

“Unlike creating an object inside a domain, objects created with cursed technique: construction will not disappear after the spell is finished. However, an immense amount of cursed energy is used, which has a harsh effect on the body”

⇒ “Unlike materialisation of an innate domain within the barrier that occurs in ‘domain expansion’, objects once created with Construction Technique will not disappear even after the technique has finished. That’s why(...)”

Ever wondered why domain and domain expansion related stuff is impossible to understand? Well, here’s why. They only left “inside a domain” out of the whole explanation... “Materialisation” was actually “realisation” but I thought the former would be easier to understand. Also it literally says only “realisation of an innate domain” but imo it could be also interpreted as “inner domain and things within in”.

(jp)

“Maki has something I don’t. Kinda like Mechamaru’s Heavenly Restriction but the opposite. You were supposed to be born with a cursed technique but you traded that in for superhuman physical abilities. This skill was shunned by the Zen’in family. And it’s an ability I don’t have.”

⇒ “Maki has a talent I don’t have. (...) A talent which didn’t get appreciated in the Zen’in family and which I didn’t possess”

Like I pointed out earlier, this is the conclusion to Mai’s retrospection about herself and Maki and some of its effect was, in the original, achieved by repeating the line about Maki’s talent that Mai didn’t have, and by further expanding on it here.

Chapter 43

[About Kamo’s attack]

“A trace of blood on the arrow fletching. Like I thought, Kamo’s technique defies physics”

⇒ "The physics defying trajectory [of the arrow] was because of Kamo-san's cursed technique after all"

More informative in the original, I’d say. The arrows themselves are (and look) normal, hence double the wham i suppose?

[Megumi about Kamo’s Blood Manipulation Technique]

“The ability to control whatever touches his blood”

⇒ "The ability to control his own blood and whatever is stained with it"

Why would they skip the "the blood itself" bit…

[Kamo about Megumi’s Ten Shadows Technique”

“A cursed technique passed down in the Zen’in family”

Just to be clear, it’s actually specified here that it’s “one of the techniques”.

[Kamo about his technique]

“I can manipulate blood beyond its form or motion”

Once again sounds a bit like a more general explanation. “To manipulate blood means (...)”.

[After Megumi calls him out on doping]

“Very good. Although I don’t appreciate the negative connotation”

⇒ “But I’d prefer if you stopped with the vulgar phrasing”

Simpler, more direct language here.

[After Maki’s taken off with Miwa’s sword in tow]

“Mai’s sister is gone. Well, that makes sense. I’m useless without my sword”

⇒ “Mai’s older sister has gone somewhere. Well, it was a correct call as I can’t fight without my sword”

The phrase used here that got translated as “I’m useless” while can indeed mean something similar has the nuance of “to not be useful [in battle]” . So although it’s not incorrect per se, I’m not sure if I’d go with “useless” myself, especially because it comes with tandem with “correct call”/”good decision” wording. She DOES literally say she’s useless later on though.

“We’re a little disorganized after all”

Not incorrect per se but imo the original line might’ve had the nuance of “we’re not monolithic [as an organisation]”.

“Use this scent and whistle to control it. If you can, make it kill Itadori”

⇒ “This scent and whistle were used to train him [this cursed spirit]. If a chance arises, use it well and kill Itadori”

I’m not sure if this can be interpreted as it being JUST the curse itself that’ll do all the work.

Chapter 44

“- Why does everyone torment mother?

- Because she’s a broken mistress”

Closer to “dissolute”, I think. Also the word used for “mistress” can also mean “concubine” and “kept woman” but it’s apparently also an old expression for “close female servant”. It’s hard to say which it could have been without more context but it’d actually make a lot of sense if it was the last one, especially given the fact how Kamo is one of the olden jujutsu families, and very traditional at that.

“Then why do you favour me? Why did you deceive me into becoming a heir”

⇒ “(...)Then why did you take me in and lie about me being a heir”

I may be wrong but it doesn’t sound like they deceived Kamo himself but rather, everyone else. The word used also means “falsify”. “Favour” here is the same word as for “patronage”, btw.

“Then as the heir to the head of the Kamo family(...)”

It’s just “the next head” here, possibly an allusion to his plans for /after/ he becomes the clan head.

[After Kamo praises his growth as a sorcerer]

“Why are you acting all familiar with me?’

⇒ “What’s with this sense of comradeship you keep on showing?”

Not incorrect per se but I found the phrase he used interesting. Also means “fellowship”.

“I intend to kill Yuji Itadori”

“By principal Gakuganji’s order?”

“No, this is my decision.”

⇒ (...) “No, this is my personal/individual judgement.”

Emphasis Gege’s. The word does mean “decision” as well but imo “judgement” (as in “call”) fits better here.

“As a member of the Kamo and the big three families, I believe it is the right decision. You should also understand it. (I must play the part of the heir to the Kamo family)”

⇒ “(...) I consider it a correct call. It’s something you should be able to understand as well. (I must conduct myself as is appropriate for the heir of the Kamo family)

Lit. “think it’s(...)” for the first bit. Imo “you should also understand” could imply that Kamo’s trying to convince Megumi here but in the original it’s more him appealing to the common understanding he feels must already exist between them because of their similar positions within their respective families. Also, wording his inner thoughts as “must play the part” was imo giving off a wrong impression.

Cont. from above

“You and I are the same”

Not wrong but the original has the connotation of “the same kind”.

“He’s saying some scary stuff”

Skipped “all of sudden" here.

(jp)

“(I’ve never thought of myself as doing the right thing.) Actually, I’m sorry. I don’t care if I’m right or wrong. I only believe in my conscience. I will follow my conscience and save people. If you disagree with that then, let’s agree to curse each other.”

⇒ ”(...) No, I’m sorry, that is incorrect. It’s just that I believe/have faith in my own conscience. I will help/save people the way my conscience tells me. So if you’ve denied that, then there’s nothing left but to curse each other.”

Again, like in ch. 9 (refer to part I), the nuance here was actually that Megumi will save people BASED on his conscience. Here it’s literally “I will save people according to my conscience” (emphasis mine), which imo heavily implies that he will choose which people to save, as had already been indicated in ch. 9 as well. This is a huge distinction from the way he’s been (mis)portrayed in the official release as just wanting to save people because that’s what his conscience says or because he thinks that’s the right thing to do. (That’s Yuuji). Also, the way they phrased it as basically “let’s agree to disagree” was imo way too mild. And it wasn’t just “if you disagree” but “if you contradict/negate/renounce”.

“A shikigami! It was still around?!”

Not sure but given the context it might’ve meant “so he still had some left” instead.

Cont. on next page

“He used a wounded shikigami as a decoy!”

⇒ “He used a shikigami at the verge of being called off as a decoy!”

“This uses too much cursed energy, so I can only summon it once”

⇒ “This eats a lot of cursed energy so I can only summon it solo”

Lit. “a shikigami before the release/dissolution” for the first one. Coupled with Megumi’s reply, which was “as a stand alone” instead of “only once”, imo the whole thing meant that Megumi called the frog off intentionally.

[Megumi about the elephant shikigami]

“It only recently surrendered to me.”

⇒ “I’ve only exorcised it very recently”

Seems like they confused “to exorcise” (調伏) for “to surrender” (降伏)...The word he uses here is the former, it also means “to unwish”!

Btw, “surrender” is actually used later in the manga when Getou’s curse manipulation is discussed in the Gojou’s Past arc (ch. 73).. So to me there definitely seems to be a distinction between those two terms and which techniques they apply to.

[to part iv (4/5)]

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Azul Labcoat Translation

EP 1:

“I have a favor to ask”

Ramshackle Dorm

???: Please excuse me.

Grim: Hmm? It looks like someone’s here. Hey, Yuu, I’m gonna check it out!

Foyer

Azul: Yuu-san, Grim-san. Pardon the intrusion.

Grim: Gege—Azul! What’re you doing at Ramshackle dorm?

Azul: Oh, you don't need to make such an unpleasant expression there.

Azul: I’ve not come today to collect any debt. I’ve come to earnestly request your assistance.

Choice:

Request?

This can only end up badly.

Azul: May I ask of you to assist me with Ortho-san’s maintenance?

Grim: Ortho’s maintenance?

Grim: Why would those guys at Ignihyde come to you from Octavinelle for that?

Azul: I am a member of the same club with Ortho-san’s elder brother, Idia-san. In the aforementioned club, a discussion arose.

Azul: He mentioned, “I’d like to swap out a part of his body to upgrade his performance, but I can’t do it alone.”

Grim: The idea of Idia asking you a favor seems pretty reckless…

Azul: It is because he is acquainted to few others. The thought of him bringing it up to me must have took a considerable amount of courage.

Azul: But he was determined to break out of his shell for his precious younger brother.

Azul: For Idia-san to work do his best to support that “younger brother” Ortho-san with a machine for a body…

Azul: It was a pleasant tale. The beautiful story of brotherly love had struck me to my very core.

Azul: Wouldn’t you two also consider offering you aid?

Grim: Not at all.

Azul: Oh, straight to the point there.

Grim: This has nothing to do with me! Why do we have to help anyway?

Azul: Oh, I’ve misjudged you…or not. I expected you to express as such.

Azul: Incidentally, Grim-san. The other evening, what were you up to?

Grim: The other day? The other day you mean… Ah! Y-You…

Azul: I felt it would be rude to come empty-handed, so I’ve brought a gift. It’s a photo I took in the staff room the other day.

Azul: It displays the disorderly state Trein-sensei’s pet was found in following your quarrel in the staff room.

Grim: N-N-N-N-No you’re wrong. I-It wasn’t me.

Choice:

That’s a sorry excuse.

Photographed right on the act.

Grim: But… But it’s Lucius’ fault. He took my bread for dinner and just ran off!

Azul: Ahh, how troublesome. It seems Sensei is now seeking out the offender as well.

Azul: I’m just so shook up worrying about Ortho-san…

Azul: I might carelessly drop this photo in front of Sensei you know?

Azul: But if I could have help with Ortho-san’s situation, I’m sure I’d manage to keep this a secret.

Grim: Of course, we’d love to help you!! Right, Yuu!?

Choice:

I’ll be a poor supervisor.

If I can be of help, of course.

Azul: Ahh, wonderful! Then let’s leave for Ignihyde at once.

Ignihyde Dorm – Lounge

Idia: W-Wel-Wel…come.

Ortho: Everyone, thank you for coming here for me! Onii-san is very grateful as well.

Azul: Oh no, we must help each other out in times of need.

Idia: Azul… Is this really okay?

Azul: Fufufu. Did I not say to leave this to me?

Azul: Now, time is money. Let’s get started with the operations. Idia-san, have you finished the preparations?

Idia: Ready when you are.

Grim: What are we supposed to do?

Idia: Y-You two will be the operation force… You’ll be doing stuff like preparing, removing, and attaching Ortho’s part.

Grim: If that’s all, would you really need us to be here?

Idia: Ah, I-I-I will be doing the programming and motion control… Ortho’s framework is very complex and…um…

Azul: Ortho-san has a number of parts, doing the work alone would be impossible…is what I think he’s trying to say.

Idia: Y-Yeah…that.

Ortho: I’ve been really looking forward to this new update. I look forward to working with everyone!

Azul: Fufufu. I look forward to working with you as well.

Azul: Now then, would you please lie down. We won’t do anything excessive.

Azul: Changing out parts is similar to surgery, is it not? If anything happens, that would be dreadful.

Grim: That Azul is acting really nice towards Ortho.

Azul: I’m kind to everyone though?

Azul: To both Grim-san and Yuu-san.

Grim: Says the guy who blackmailed me with a secret photo he took!

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EP2

Ignihyde Dorm – Lounge

Azul: …I’ve entered the specified code. What should I do next?

Idia: Right now I’ll turn the system off and detach the external lock on his back… When I’m done, I’ll give the signal.

Grim: …Hey, Yuu. Do we really need to be here?

Grim: Azul’s taking care of the complicated parts for assembly, and he’s good with his hands so there’s no problems there.

Choice:

We’re probably more in the way

Maybe he didn’t want to do it alone

Idia: …The system’s turned off. It’s open.

Azul: Now Grim, I’ve kept you waiting! It’s your turn now.

Grim: Wha, me?

Azul: The exterior of his back has been opened. Please peek around inside.

Grim: sniff-sniff…. Ortho really is a machine. It’s all metal and cords inside.

Azul: Towards the very interior, there’s a blue glowing part right? That is the part we will be replacing.

Azul: I ask of you to remove this part and insert the new part within its place.

Grim: T-This seems like a really important role… Why don’t any of you guys do it?

Azul: Idia-san is in taking care of the programming, and I need to insert the new password every 15 seconds.

Azul: Unfortunately, both of our hands are tied up. …It’s a very strict security protocol.

Idia: I-I didn’t want my dear Ortho’s contents to get stolen, so I thought to up the security… heh.

Idia: I upped it too much and can’t operate on him alone! It needs improving.

Grim: You look like you’re having fun… Weird guy.

Azul: As we work on our tasks concurrently, Grim-san, you just need to quickly swap out the parts… Simple, yes?

Grim: Well if it’s just that much it should be fine. ‘Kay, I’ll just…

Azul: Oh. Be sure to not touch any other parts that aren’t being replaced…at all costs.

Grim: That sounds kinda fishy… What happens if I do touch them? I won’t get shocked will I?

Azul: Ahaha! Why of course not. Hey, Idia-san.

Idia: Yeah. If you touch it, you wouldn’t get shocked. But…

Grim: But?

Idia: The protection software will register you as a ‘threat’ and you’ll be attacked by a high magical energy output is all.

Grim: That’s not okay at all! That’s putting my own life on the line!

Grim: I absolutely want no part in this. I absolutely won’t do it!

Azul: Ah! I’m so shocked at your refusal I might just drop that “photo” in front of Trein-sensei…

Grim: Grr…. B-But getting attacked by that magical energy…

Azul: …I might just feel so grateful I may even pay you with a “high class canned tuna”.

Grim: Wha—That’s a great bargain! I’ll hold you to your word you know?!

Choice:

He’s so easily persuaded.

He’s powerless to canned tuna…

Grim: It’s important to put in great attention into detailed work. …Alright! Here I go!

Idia: The part came out easily. Good. Next is…

Grim: Here!

Azul: Splendid. Now simply toss in the new part… Ah, no, it’s installed.

Ortho: …

Grim: …

Ortho: “…Confirming new media attachment. Now loading.”

Idia: Alright we got it!!! Now we just gotta show what it’s got…! (1)

Grim: Haaaaah~~~! I was so nervous.

Idia: It gives a 10% increase in processing speed, so it should allow for heavy programs that were impossible before… Eheh.

Grim: That Idia is not listening to me at all… Show some appreciation here!

Choice:

Good work

You were cool.

Azul: Yes good work everyone. I will be taking the old removed part then.

Grim: Hey, you don’t need this dumb thing.

Grim: On top of that, Azul. We worked really hard here. You better get rid of that picture.

Grim: Also, that canned tuna! Don’t think I’ve forgotten about it.

Azul: Of course. I am a man of my word.

Azul: I will properly dispose of the photo and give you the canned tuna. I will absolutely not leave you with any resentment for today.

Azul: …I cannot allow this to cause trouble in the future, so would you please sign this?

Grim: Yeah! I’ve fulfilled my role, so you best not forget either.

Azul: Yes. We have an agreement.

Grim: Nyahaha. He’s getting’ rid of the proof and I get my paws on canned tuna. It was a great deal.

Ortho: -------Reboot complete. Program updated with no errors.

Ortho: …Everyone, thank you so much for today!

Grim: Yeah. Be grateful.

Ortho: To be satisfied with just one tuna can… Grim desires so little, he’s so nice!

Ortho: If Azul Ashengrotto sold the old part he was given, you could eat as many tuna cans as you liked.

Grim: Huh…?

Azul: Certainly not. It would be foolish to simply sell the famous genius Idia-san’s handmade magical parts.

Azul: I plan to utilize it under best conditions to increase its value.

Grim: Huh? Huh? With Ortho’s parts… H-How many tuna cans would it be worth?

Ortho: Who knows? Perhaps enough to fill the entire gymnasium with tuna cans?

Grim: Wh-What!?

Azul: Don’t underestimate it. If it was me, I could bring forth at least twice that in value.

Grim: Azul! You put me to such dangerous work, and just took the biggest prize for yourself!?

Choice:

He really cheated you there…

Aren’t you happy about getting your canned tuna?

Azul: There’s no harm. We both signed that splendid deal right? Alright, here’s your one can of high class canned tuna.

Grim: G-Grr~~!

Azul: Ahh, I’m so please to see you accept it with such pleasure.

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Note: Idia uses an expression 腕の見せ所 which is similar to “Time to show what you’ve got”. He’s mostly just expressing his skillset here.

#twst #twisted wonderland #azul #labcoat #grim #idia #ortho #translation

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fireopal-tash · 4 years

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First of all, an explanation about certain words that I will use: - things like 'daughters', 'mother' and 'sisters' is not in the sense of family, but of creation, superiority in a more friendly way, and closeness.

After all, gems have no family. Not until Steven. It is a simple connection that has no words, that's why I use those. If it bothers you, my apologies. You can change the words for others, if that is what you prefer.

Also, as always, sorry if there are mistakes ^w^'

Chapter 5: Era 0

It was a warm and bright morning when Steven Universe was woken up by a commotion below. Still a bit sleepy, but worried about what might have happened, Steven ran down the stairs, almost hitting the wall. He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary at first, until he saw smoke coming from the kitchen. He headed there, somewhat amused by what he saw. Amethyst, Pearl, and Spinel were covered in bread dough, flour, and... something he guessed was cream. The smoke was coming from the oven, apparently.

"What are you doing?" He asked, holding back his laughter. The gems looked at him somewhat embarrassed. Well, Amethyst seemed to be having fun more than anything, and Pearl seemed worried, trying to get rid of the smoke. Spinel, however, looked at the ground with a really red face.

"I... I just wanted to make you the brakefat" she mumbled, trying to explain.

"Don't you mean 'breakfast'?" the purple gem snickered, one hand over her mouth. She couldn't resist, really. That pink gem was very... cartoonish. And funny.

"Ha ha ha" Spinel mocked her, annoyed by the other's attitude "It was your fault it ended up like this. You told me to..." Their discussion stopped short when they heard Steven's free laugh. When was the last time he laughed like that? None of them remembered. And the heart-shaped gem was very captivated. Amethyst snickered again at the sight of Spinel's face, which brought her out of that state.

"S-shut up!" she complained, he cheeks flushed. Ame laughed again.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop now." she got off the counter, brushed off the food scraps and headed in front of Spinel "To make it up to you, how about I take you to the funniest place in all Beach City?"

That invitation was... very tempting, she had to admit. And Spinel smiled enthusiastically, forgetting the disaster that surrounded them.

"Now, Amethyst? Really?" Pearl pointed at the mess, almost hoping they would understand her. She knew better than that tho.

"I don't see what's the problem. Spinel still needs a tour of the city" the purple shrugged, completely unconcerned.

"Amethyst!" Pearl yelled annoyed.

Spinel, once clean, approached Steven, arm in arm, watching the scene in front of them. It was funnier than her misfortune on her first attempt at cooking.

"We better get going, before Pearl makes us clean everything up too" Steven whispered, walking in the direction of the door.

"Wait! Steven...!" Amethyst yelled running after them, ignoring Pearl, who kept talking about how irresponsible she was. Ah, the old days...

It didn't take long for the three of them to get to the Big Donut. After running part of the way, of course. Breathing somewhat ragged, Steven looked at Amethyst.

"Amethyst, why, ah, this sudden interest in being a guide?" He asked somewhat curious, still catching his breath.

"Eh, no reason. Someone has to do it" she replied absently.

Noticing how the smaller gem got all of Spinel's attention, Steven snorted, somewhat irritated. He could be a guide too. He had done it many other times, after all, hadn't he?

"Hey Ame-" He was interrupted again by the purple who made a loud exclamation as she pointed to another place, managing to capture Spinel's attention even more.

Steven grunted. The purple gem kept walking, showing and pointing at everything in their path, Spinel behind her as she looked at Steven with concern. It hadn't escaped her attention how very dejected the boy looked. The brunet's good humor seemed to have vanished the moment Amethyst had offered to accompany them.

"Spinel, look over there!" Amy exclaimed again, pointing to one of the buildings there. They were in Little Homeworld now "There are the gems I mentioned earlier. Come on"

Steven hadn't realized, until now, that she had been talking about other gems, or that they had arrived at Little Homeworld. They both approached the center, Amethyst calling out to said gems, while Steven lagged behind. Today nothing was going well. It was too early for this. He sighed, his hands fisted in his pockets. He did not want anyone to see him in that state. And it was ridiculous, to be honest. There was no reason to be upset. He should be happy for Spinel.

"Lapis! Peri! Bis!" she called again. The three mentioned gems appeared shortly after, Bismuth carrying a heavy weight on one of her shoulders.

"Hey Amethyst!" The smallest gem greeted, being caught by one of the arms of the purple gem "Stop it!" she complained, managing to get rid of it "You know how much I hate when you mess with my hair"

"Heh. Whatever you say dwarf" she stuck out her tongue. Peridot hid behind Bismuth, her cheeks puffed out.

"And who is this gem?" Lapis Lazuli asked, noticing the pink one.

Spinel looked away, seeming to be looking for something, or someone, before approaching Steven and wrapping her arm with his. She was feeling nervous again.

"It's okay" Steven reassured her, and turned his attention to the blue gem, at whom he smiled "Lapis, this is Spinel. She is new, and today she is here to learn a little about our planet, right?" He looked back at Spinel. Spinel nodded, implying that it was true.

"Nice to meet you, Spinel. I am Lapis, Lapis Lazuli. The dwarf gem is Peridot. And the gigantic gem over there is Bismuth.

"Diamonds are bigger" Spinel commented on impulse.

Well it was true. Bismuth was small compared to the matriarchs. Lapis snorted, especially when she saw the shocked faces of her companions.

"I like this gem~"

Spinel beamed at her accomplishment. Even if that was not her intention. She wasn't as rusted as she had originally believed. Steven was an exception.

The rest of the day they took a detour. The gems were telling stories, taking again all Spinel's attention. Amethyst was the one in front of the entire group, leading animatedly. Steven stayed behind once more, noticing how Spinel was acclimatizing. Soon she wasn't going to need him... It was Bismuth who noticed this, heading back, until she was next to Steven.

"Hey, buddy? What's wrong?"

"Bismuth?" he was surprised to see her there. He shook his head and with a forced smiled said "it's nothing"

The multicolored gem frowned, not believing him at all. It was clear that the hybrid was upset about something.

"Come on, tell Aunt Bis what's wrong?" she insisted.

The boy sighed again, knowing that the other was not going to give up. His gaze fell on Spinel, who was talking to Lapis, as she showed her one of the trees. Spinel seemed amazed.

"It's just that I thought I could help her" referring to the gem with two pigtails.

"I don't see the problem, it seems to me that you're already helping her"

"That's what it looks like, isn't it? But I didn't do anything. The others are the ones helping her. Showing her everything. Telling her everything she needs to know. And I don't know how..." he complained hands in his hair.

"Steven. You, better than anyone, know that you cannot pressure others to do what you want, even if your intentions are good" she admonished him.

The hybrid was embarrassed to notice that this was what he had been doing.

"Besides, isn't it your presence that makes her feel so relax around us? If you look closely, you will notice that you do more than you think. Give yourself more credit, Steven. You deserve it. "

She patted him on the shoulder, before returning to Lapis's side, changing the subject, noticing Peridot and Amethyst were about to start an argument.

"I guess you're right..." Steven whispered, relieved.

(In Beach City)

It didn't take Pearl long to clean up the mess in the kitchen, plus Garnet was waiting for her on top of the portal, so she didn't have time to lose.

Today they were going to visit the diamonds. Cleaning helped her with her nervousness.

"Pearl, we don't have all day," Fusion reminded her patiently. She didn't want to go either, but it was for Steven's good.

"Yes. Of course. You're right, Garnet" the pale gem sighed, before putting away her cleaning supplies. Better to get this over with as soon as possible.

They both immediately traveled to Homeworld, appearing in front of the gigantic thrones. The diamonds were nowhere to be seen.

"Well, here we are. How do we do this, Garnet?" Pearl asked, her hands entwining between them. She still didn't like the place, tho this was her first home.

"We have to find the Diamonds. Or the pearls. They will know where to find the Diamonds" replied the fusion calmly, noticing the room full of other gems.

"Right, come on then!" exclaimed the other nervously. The fusion followed her, preferring to keep quiet. Some things never really change, do they?

They had been walking from hall to hall for at least half an hour trying to find someone who could help them before finding that someone.

"Blue Pearl..." Pearl whispered. The last time they saw each other, not counting what happened two years ago, was shortly after the war began.

The blue pearl seemed to have a good hearing, because she turned in their direction, her hands clasped as they usually are. She tilted her head slightly, before speaking.

"Blue Diamond is busy with a meeting with Yellow Diamond" she said, intuiting in part the reason why two of the members of the Crystal Gems were present.

"Ah...! Yeah? T-then we'll go talk to White Diamond" replied Pearl nervously but almost challenging.

"Wait" Garnet looked closely at Blue Pearl "Maybe you can help us" she finally decided.

"Me?" she said softly.

"Garnet?" Pearl questioned her friend.

"I'm curious. I've heard of a very interesting story about the first Era" she lied easily "and I would like to know more about it"

A few seconds passed, before Blue Pearl decided to give them an answer. By way of following them, because all she did was walk in another direction. The palest gem had her doubts, but trusted her friend's judgment. They spent some time going through the corridors, before reaching their objective. Pearl gasped, immediately recognizing the place. The Great Library about Gems and their History. She believed her entry had been forbidden before she was created. She must have said that outloud, because Blue Pearl replied with a:

"It was reopened recently. It has been several millennia since I was last here..." her dreamy gaze under her bangs was positioned over the other Pearl "Something you never could" Pearl felt irritation bloom inside her. She knew she was teasing her, even if neither her tone of voice, nor her words, showed it.

"Right. That's why I'm here" she admitted with difficulty. The hand on her back made her feel better. At least she had someone's support "Come on, Garnet"

In Homeworld, things like night and day didn't exist. There was always light, albeit artificial. The library that Pearl and Garnet were in was no different from the rest of the planet. It was huge, cold, and empty, apart from the few gems, and many, many files. All in the form of a somewhat old and difficult to read writings - more by the method of recording such information than by the language itself. Time didn't seem to pass.

"We've been here for many hours, I think, Garnet. And we haven't found anything! Are you sure this is the right place? It would be quicker to ask the diamonds." Pearl kept complaining. If she was on Earth, she would have been excited about this research. But she was too uncomfortable.

"No. This is the place. Here we will find our answers. If at some point the Diamonds give us information, we can contrast it with what we find here."

"But the Diamonds were the ones who created this place. They are the ones who have lived the history of the gems since the beginning. Or at least White did." the last thing was mumbled, a little unsure.

"Mmm"

The two kept silent, still searching through the sea of information, their patience wearing thin.

"Aha! Here! I found it!" Pearl exclaimed with a shout of joy. At last! "Let me see..."

The pale gem began to read aloud:

"Entry XXXXX - 6

This writing is a testimony of the times. ERA 0.

Thousands of years ago, the Guardians were created, formed by the great authority, White Diamond. The Great Creator, that's what they called her in those days.

This was an opportunity, a new community, created from the power of The Great Creator. Our Queen, in her benevolence, gave each gem created from her light her own gems, and thus create great cities and discovered more worlds. A whole colony. The First of many others.

Tourmaline. Tanzanite. Moissanite. These were the three great Guardians. The first gems created by The Great Star. Powerful as they were, they weren't perfect. They made mistakes, being punished by The Great Creator, turned into permanent statues to maintain their eternal vigilance over the entrances of each new world. What did their 'daughters' do to receive such a destiny, you ask? Breaking the only law that existed during the Era 0: The separation of two Gem Mates.

Shortly after another law was created: Vindicta.

[ Gem Mates are gems that are made to be together forever. Made to be understood. Made to never feel alone. Their bodies of light, their music, everything in them is in sync. Much more than a fusion could ever be. They call it: The Final Union. If for some reason a GemMate is destroyed or is too far from its half, its lights will fade, agonisingly slowly. Some take longer, others turn off suddenly. There are records of these events in entry XXXXVI - 19 ]

Tourmaline was jealous of the closeness between Tanzanite and Moissanite, her sisters. They were both Gemmates, so it wasn't a surprise. But, as the story goes, Tourmaline was madly 'in love' - that's what she called it, that feeling - Painful but the most wonderful thing she had ever felt.

One day, she saw them together sharing their light. Fusion. That moment of intimacy was what made her act impulsively, pulling out her sledgehammer - a weapon that was created to protect, not to destroy - and take down one of her sisters. Tanzanite. When the Guardian came back to herself, The Great Creator was present. Moissanite, hurt by the loss, asked for one last wish to her Queen, before she herself ceased to exist. Their wish was granted with the idea that they would give up, or lose the will to commit such a crime. Such was her mistake...

The fighting was fierce and devastating. All the gems present were watching from a distance, shouting, asking for the tragedy to stop. They had never seen anything so devastating as the fight and separation of their Guardians. They asked for mercy. White Diamond granted their wish. She had had enough.

"For having broken the universal law, for separating what should never have been separated, and for the use of the Vindicta, I condemn you to an eternity as statues" said this, the Great Authority threw a powerful light, turning their companions in what today are known as statues, objects of admiration; and soon after, historic art walls were created to never forget what happened.

Some time later, perhaps due to the loss of her daughters, The Queen created two more gems. Blue and Yellow Diamond. The New Authority. Welcome to Era 1.

End of Entry

White Sapphire, the Queen's Clairvoyant "

That was all. It was not the only entry on this same topic, but the first of many others. Apparently they were going to spend a lot more time in the Great Library about Gems and their History than they thought.

They both looked at each other with a triumphant smile. At least now they had knew where to start.

What did you think of my entry? I have my own version of the Gems history, something that will be part of my Fic.

It will not be 100% well done, sure, but I hope you find it interesting, and you like it~ xP

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bssaz97 · 4 years

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“Call Me Back” Finale

* Patch Maternity Ward *

Ruby always knew that labor and delivery was going to be one of, if not, the hardest and most excruciating part of her pregnancy. She vividly remembered the tired faces of when Winter, Weiss, Blake, and Nora had delivered their babies and how happy they were after they got to hold onto their babies for the first time. But Ruby also remembered the seemingly endless amount of screaming and curses she heard from down the hallway of the maturity ward each time one of her friends went into the second stage of labor. When Ruby tried to ask for any ideas for how she could make the delivery stage easier for herself (that was the time when she learned she was carrying twins). However, all four girls just looked at her and collectively said one statement.

Past Winter/Weiss/Blake/Nora: “Practice breathing and pray.”

Ruby had greatly underestimated the counsel of her close friends and was convinced that they were trying to spare her the terrible truth about childbirth. The truth being that no matter what, childbirth is the most intense and painful experience that a woman can experience. How Mrs. Arc was willing to go through this experience five times (two of those resulting in twins) was truly a mystery to Ruby. But if Mrs. Arc could make it through all that amount of pain and struggle, then so could world savior Ruby Rose right? Oh poor, poor sweet past Ruby, how foolish she was to think that optimistically about the stages of childbirth.

Ruby: “GAAAA-HAAAHHHHhhhh!!!” *she screamed in utter agony, sweating profusely*

Taiyang: “It’s ok sweetie you’re doing great. You just need to wait until the head starts popping out. And by then it’ll be- Gah!” *feels his hand crushing under the pressure of Ruby’s grip on it.*

Ruby: “‘huff!’ If you say... it’ll be a piece of cake. ‘Huff!’ Or any other stupid birthday pun. ‘Huff!’ I’m going to kill you Dad!”

Taiyang: “Yeeep! Read you loud and clear sweetie!” *groaned as his grip was once again under the pressure of a mother birthing her offspring*

Doctor: “Ok Miss Rose you’re doing great, just keep breathing and PUSH!”

Ruby: “AAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

* Waiting Room Area *

Yang waits anxiously in her seat along with the other members of her team, their husbands, and Ren and Nora. Yang was trying to find something to focus on but came up blank. She was gripping tightly on chairs arms and ponders about how her baby sister is doing... well for lack of a better term ‘birthing babies’. She tries to calm herself through any means, but when a family member is expected to wait until the end of more or less a twelve-hour process is done, then calm is the last thing she wants to be right now. Yang has spent a good portion of her life fighting monsters and many groups hellbent on the destruction of humanity as a whole along with other things. However, if there was any situation that she dreaded the most was the feeling of helplessness when someone she cherishes is in pain or hurting. But then again, this isn’t normally like any of those cases, this was supposed to be a special day for both Ruby and...

Yang: ‘God damnit.’ *internally trying not to start any waterworks*

This was supposed to be a good day for the two of them, where they would start a new chapter of their lives together. Now there’s only her sister, who’s now all alone on this supposedly special day. Yang felt something in her boiling, a rage she had felt only a few times before in her life. She felt hatred, hatred towards whoever deemed it fit to take away not only her baby sister’s fiancé, but her happy future as well. A future that everyone worked and fought so hard for was taken away from Ruby without her knowledge.

The parallels between her own childhood and right felt so unbearably similar that all Yang wanted to do was hit something. A happy family who was robbed of someone who was so loved and admired by everyone that was close to them, only to never see them alive again. To that was the most painful part, he-Jaune did not deserve to be taken away from his family, friends or his soon to be mother of his children. But someone sought it fit to do just that, and now his parents lost their son, they lost a friend or brother, and Ruby lost the love of her life, the father of her soon to be born children. Just like Summer and so many others were taken away from them, a tragic repeat of history in their family.

Yang: ‘why...? Why?...WHY DID WHENEVER SOMETHING GOOD WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO RUBY DID SOMEONE HAVE TO TAKE IT AWAY?!’ *She didn’t notice when tears started to trail down her face before shaking her head*

Yang had come to terms with the fact that Jaune was gone, they did have a body after all but that didn’t make it any less painful to know. She tried to remain strong for her sister who was no doubt going through the darkest part of her life, and she knew that it would only persist if not addressed. But Yang felt that she lost a friend and a brother many months ago, the saddest part was that it wasn’t something she’s not used to feeling. The sad cycle of their family was supposed to end with Ruby and Jaune’s union but maybe they had placed too much hope in their happily ever after. But whatever the result was, there was nothing that could be done to change it. That to her was perhaps the most painful thing about it.

Blake: “ Yang are you ok?” *places her hand on her friend’s shoulder*

Yang: “Hmm? Oh sorry, guess I was lost in thought. Got a lot on my mind I guess. Hehehe... ‘sigh.’”

Weiss: “Yang Xiao-Long. If you think for a moment that we’re going to believe that poor excuse, then you clearly do not realize who you are speaking to.”

Yang: “Heh. Yeah I should’ve figured that wasn’t gonna go pass through you Weiss-Cream. Well... I guess I’m just thinking about how Ruby’s doing right now.” *she leans back into her seat*

Neptune: “Yeah, by the way. How has she doing? Before right now I mean!” *adds in quickly*

Yang: “Honestly, not too good. Ok that’s an understatement, she was a mess, had to keep my eyes on her almost all the time. I’ve... never seen her look so defeated before. There’s been bad times before but now... it just brings back some bad memories.” *drags her prosthetic hand over her face*

Blake: “Yang...” *Looks at her old partner sympathetically*

Sun: “Sorry to hear.”

Neptune: “How’ve you been holding up?”

Yang: “What do you mean?”

Neptune: “Well you’ve been there for Ruby all during this time, but I can’t imagine it will be easy for you when you have to... well go back to doing your ‘other’ job.”

Yang: “Wha-? Do you actually think I would leave Ruby all alone during this time!” *eyes briefly flash red*

Weiss: “We’re not suggesting that Yang. But we do need to address this matter, because we have noticed that you haven’t been to Mistral since this... we found out what happened. That’s why we need to talk about it.”

Yang couldn’t deny what Weiss was saying and she had to admit that she has been slacking in a duty she’s neglecting for sometime. Although she would prefer not to do this today if all days. But rarely did they ever have time to hang out with one another.

Yang: “‘sigh’ Okay. Let’s talk.”

Weiss: “Well from what we remember you telling us, you spent most of your looking after Ruby. Even as a child back then you placed yourself with a lot of responsibility. So now after everything that has happened, you may not notice but we see how you are reverting back to the position of a helicopter sibling. However, as you know, you’re also in a position where you have to uphold a duty to the people of Mistral, so you cannot be in two places at once.”

Yang: “So what’s your point Weiss.”

Weiss: “The point that WE want to make is... we want to help easing up the burden you’ve been holding for so long.”

Yang: “...What?” *her face displaying confusion*

Ren: “It’s true Yang. While you are Ruby’s sister, the responsibility of helping her shouldn’t be on your shoulders alone. Nora and I are the godparents of these coming children, so it’s our responsibility to be there for them and Ruby as well.”

Nora: “That’s right.”

Blake: “You and Ruby are one of the best friends I have, who have fought many personal battles alongside me. So let Sun and I return the favor.”

Sun: “Yep.”

Weiss: “Yang, do you remember what I told my father when he tried to force me back home all those years ago. Your not just friends to me, you’re family. So as part of my family, I want to be able to help out as best as I can. Plus I refuse to not help with expenses she may need.”

Neptune: “‘laughs’ What she says.”

Weiss: “So what do you think.” *gives a small smile*

Yang: “..... Y-You guys would really be willing to do all this... for us? *moving her gaze to look at all of them*

Weiss: “Of course. Did you really expect to go any other way?”

Yang: “I-I don’t know what to say.”

Nora: “There ain’t nothing to say, you can’t get rid of us that easily!”

Yang: “Guys..... ‘sniff, sniff’ ....thank you.” *bows her head a little, mostly to hid the fact that she couldn’t hold the tears she had built up earlier at bay any longer*

Blake, Weiss, and Nora group around Yang so that the girls could have group hug around their blonde friend. Soon enough the husbands of the group also formed another layer of hugging to show their support as well. Yang felt as if a large load was taken off her shoulders that she had no idea she was carrying but was just happy to have friends and family such as these. Maybe with them around, she wouldn’t have to worry as much to care for her sister. Even if one of them was gone, there were still others there to help carry the load alongside her, as one big happy family.

Female Doctor: “*Cough, cough*”

Everyone: ‘⁉️’ *They all look up to see a doctor standing in front of them in scrubs*

Female Doctor: “Sorry to interrupt this special moment but I wanted to inform Miss Xiao-Long that her sister has completeld her delivery.”

Yang: “‘gasp!’ Oh my gods, is Ruby ok! Did everything go ok! Please tell me everything is ok!” *she knocked everyone off of her to get up close to the doctor pleadingly, hands clasped together*

Female Doctor: “*laughs* Yes Miss Xiao-Long, everything went off without any problems. Would you like to meet your niece and nephew?”

Yang: “Do I?!”

Weiss: “Ahem!”

Yang: “Eh?” * turns around to see the others picking themselves up after Yang unceremoniously pushed them off after a such touching moment*

Yang: “Oops. Sorry guys, got a little too excited there. Hehe...” *raises hands in a defensive manner*

Weiss: “‘Hmph’ I will forgive you right now but only because it’s a special occasion.”

Yang: “*laughs* Thanks.”

. . . . .

Nora: *sprints past the two of them* “FIRSTONETHEREGETSTOSEETHEBABIESFIRST!”

Female Doctor: “Mam, please no running in-!”

Yang: “Ohhh Hell No Lie-Valkyrie! Those kids are my blood so I get first dibs!” *follows hot on Nora’s trail*

Female Doctor: “Miss Schnee could you please-!”

Weiss: “Damn Brutes, you get there before me I will have words!” *uses Glyphs to boost her speed*

Blake: *Uses Shadow to follow after*

Female Doctor: “NO RUNNING IN THE HOSPITAL!”

Ren/Neptune/Sun: “So sorry about this.” *starts lightly jogging to catch up to their respective wife*

Female Doctor: “...... ‘sigh’ It’s always like this with Huntresses.” *shakes her head*

*Few Minutes Later*

Nora/Weiss/Blake: *sulking in defeat*

Nora: *pouting* “Using special powers in the last lap is cheating Yang!” *forms an X with her arms*

Yang: “Hey, you got a good five seconds head start on all of us so I don’t wanna hear it.”

Ren: “Nora, you can still see the babies today. You’ll just have to wait your turn.” *he says but internally is just as upset that he can’t see his godchildren first*

Yang: *looks at the door* “Ok. *breathes* Here we go Yang.”

*Door Opens then closes*

Yang enters the room and hears a small tune playing that sounds almost like a lullaby. Just as she does she sees her father standing on the right Ruby, with what seemed to be the biggest smile on his face she’s ever seen. Her dad turns to look to see that Yang had entered and signaled her to come over quietly. She gently walks over to the opposite side of Ruby’s hospital bed and after moving the curtain that was blocking her view Yang stood still, holding her breath. There she saw Ruby, her baby sis, holding two bundles of white blankets in both arms that only showed two tiny, squishy, baby faces. Ruby’s hair was damp with sweat and seemed very tired but was awake enough to soothe her newborns with a lullaby.

Ruby: *stops humming and looks up to see Yang, then smiles* “Hi Yang.”

Yang: “Ruby... They look... I mean just look at them.” *says with a hushed quivering voice, barely able to contain her smile*

Ruby: “*giggles* Yeah. Aren’t they just perfect. Took awhile getting them out but... they look so beautiful don’t they.” *she smiles tiredly*

Yang: “I-Is it ok if I...?” *hold both hands out*

Ruby: “Sure. Dad, could you?”

Taiyang: “Sure sweetie.” *he grabs onto one baby with blonde hair*

Ruby: “Here you go Sis.” *gently holds her other baby with reddish hair*

Yang gently takes one baby into her arms from Ruby and takes the other from her Dad. She looks at both of the babies up close and her lips were trembling with tears threatening to spill out.

Yang: “They’re so precious! Did you decide on names yet?” *says quietly so as to not disturb the tiny babies*

Ruby: “Yep. If one was a girl Me and Jaune wanted to giver her both Mom’s and Pyrrha’s name. Then if we wanted a boy we would name him Rowan... named after Jaune’s favorite fairytale character as a kid, ‘Rowan the Red.’”

Yang: “... Wasn’t that story about a squirrel?” *starts to giggle*

Ruby: “Yeah. But it was so cute that I couldn’t think of anything better than that. Plus I actually like the sound of it. My little Rowan.”

Yang: “Wow. Summer *kissed the redhead* and Rowan *kissed the blonde*”

Taiyang/Ruby: “....*holds in laughter*”

Yang: “What?” *face becomes confused*

Taiyang: “Yang, Rowan’s the one with red hair and Summer’s the blonde one.”

Yang: *eyes widen drastically and looks down at the two babies she just mixed up* “Whoops. Rowan *kisses redhead* and Summer *kisses blonde*”

Ruby: “That’s better, almost thought you were gonna check just to be sure.”

Yang: “To be fair if I wasn’t holding two bundles of joy in my arms, I would have tried that.”

Ruby: *shakes head while giggling*

Yang: *Looks fondly at both babies once more* “They’re amazing Ruby. How’re you holding up?”

Ruby: “Well the Doctor gave me some painkillers to dull the pain so right now I am doing greeeaaaat~”

Yang: “That’s good to hear.”

. . . . .

Ruby/Yang: “There’s something-.” *both laughs*

Ruby: “Sorry you go first.”

Yang: “Nah it can wait, there something on your mind?”

Ruby: “Ok... So I’ve been thinking for a bit while I have been here, thinking about what happens after I get out of this hospital with my children.”

Yang: “Oh?”

Ruby: “Well you’ve been helping me a lot since what happened to.... after the incident. I reminded me a lot of how things were when we were kids. Then I thought about how these two are going to be living once there back home with me.”

Yang: “Right.”

Ruby: “So with that thinking in mind I realized something that I hadn’t thought of before. How do I wanna raise my kids. Sure I’ve thought about it a lot since I had.... Jaune with me. But now he’s gone, and these little ones only have their mother left in the world. Their mother who is a sworn protector of Remnant...”

Yang: “...Where are you going with this Rubes.”

Ruby: “It’s come to my realization Yang that with Jaune no longer here with me, I’m all my babies have to rely on to care for and nurture them as a parent. But I can’t do that as a Huntress sworn to protect others. So it’s with that I’ve decided...”

Yang: *starts moving closer to Ruby with the babies in tow* “Ruby wait please, before you say anything else-!”

Yang was having a bad feeling about what her sister was going to say next. She hoped, no, prayed that Ruby wasn’t going to do a Raven and give up her kids. Sure these babies had Ren and Nora as godparents but Yang’s seen how that road ends with Raven and she didn’t want Ruby to-!

Ruby: “I’ve decided to retire being a huntress.”

Yang: “.......what?” *her face is one of disbelief and shock*

Ruby: “Yang I love being a huntress. It’s all I ever wanted to be when I was little, it’s what I’ve worked towards my whole life. *holds a hand out playing with Rowan’s hair* But in the short time that these two came into my life, these wonderful things of purity and innocence, I’ve discovered something that’s worth more than all those years spent slaying monsters and stopping the bad guys.”

Ruby: *moves up slowly to retrieve both of her little ones from Yang, who let them go gently* “That’s being these two’s mommy. I don’t want to miss a single moment of either of their lives, I want to see them grow, learn to walk, say their first words and be normal kids with a mom they can come home to who will be there. So that’s my decision, I choose to be my children’s mother..... my little blessings.”

Yang: “...And you’re sure this is what you want Rubes?”

Ruby: *nods* “I know I can’t prevent every hardship they will face, but I at least want them to have a better childhood than what we had.... No offense Daddy.” *turns to look at her father*

Taiyang: “*sniff* There’s no need to apologize sweetie. I’m just so proud of you right now.” *he says as small tears fall from his eyes*

Yang: “Yeah. *sniff* So am I sis.”

Ruby: “Thanks... so what is it you wanted to talk about?”

After much time spent having each and every member of her team and friends see her little blessings they all took time to explain and establish what would be their plan of action to move forward. Nobody could change what happened, Life is filled with hardships and struggles but together they could rise above it. They all had done so many times before and together they would do so again. Ruby was touched that everyone wanted to help so much with caring for her babies, she almost wanted to cry again. She was so happy to have friends and family such as these, a true blessing in her life.

*Knock! Knock!*

Female Doctor: “Miss Rose you have more visitors. They said they’re family to the newborns.”

Ruby: “Were we expectanting anyone else?”

Yang: “Weeeell I might’ve sent a late invitation to one family.”

Saphron: “For the love of- Move out of the way! I want to see my darling niece and nephew!” *pushes by the Doctor*

Female Doctor: “GAH!” *almost trips*

Saphron: *looks around and sees the four couples in the room* “Oh come on! You all got here before me!”

Terra: *entering holding up a five year old Adrian* “Well we would’ve gotten here sooner had someone NOT send us a notice at the very last minute. Then we would’ve been here sooner.”

Adrian: “Hi Everyone!” *while waving*

Ruby: “Hehehe. Sorry it happened so suddenly that well we kinda forgot make a big announcement about it.”

Saphron: “*snort* Ok I guess that’s fair. Now where’s those darling little angels!”

Ruby: “Well they’re right here but they’re sleeping so I would be- *Saphron swiftly takes them* careful with them!”

Saphron: “Oh my gods! Terra look at them! They’re so cute! Rowan has blonde hair like an Arc and Summer has the her mommy’s hair~ Oh could just eat them up!~” *says in a hushed tone*

Terra: “....Saphron. The red haired ones a boy and the blonde is a girl.” *smiles at her wife*

Saphron: *eyes widen and looks at both babies, who she just mixed up* “.... I knew that. I totally knew that I was just saying that to test you.”

Terra: “Sure. Look Adrian, it’s your new cousins. Don’t be like your other mommy and get their genders confused, ok~”

Adrian: “Sum-Sum and Rowen.” *pokes Summer’s cheek*

Summer: “pfff-! Hehehehehe!~”

Everyone: “Awwww~”

Yep. Everything was starting to feel right in the world again.

*One Year Later; Unknown Destination*

Dark Figure 1: “Is he awake?”

Dark Figure 2: “Not yet, but he should awaken soon.”

Dark Figure 1: “I still can’t believe the Master wants to keep this one alive, it took a lot of effort to take him down and we lost too many of our own. We even had to sacrifice brother Nil in order to make a convincing corpse of this one for the Huntsmen to believe.”

Dark Figure 2: “Brother Nil chose to make that sacrifice, his shapeshifting semblance allows him to become the perfect copy of one’s body and blood. Without him we would never had been able to make those heretics believe that £^%3 ^~< was dead.”

Dark Figure 1: “You maybe willing to follow his bold ideas but I do not. I serve only the command of the True Queen, not him.”

Dark Figure 2: “Patience Brother, we will have justice for Nil soon enough. This only serves as a means to fufill the Queen’s Will. Once we have all the pieces of the puzzle, then we can awaken her from her eternal slumber.”

Dark Figure 3: “Quiet! He awakens...”

A man’s eyes open from his deep slumber, he brings one hand up to rub his temple so ease his piercing headache. He tries to raise himself but feels that he is still too weak. What was he sleeping on? He looks around and sees three distinct figures wearing dark robes and were looking at him from different spots of where he was laying. Alarmed by them he tries to get up but the one closest to him places his hand on his shoulders to keep him in place so not for him to go thrashing around.

Dark Figure 3: “My brother, you must not push yourself. You’ve been asleep for a long time, and your body is still too disoriented to move around freely.” *a scraggly male voice*

Awaken Man: “What’s happening? Who are all of you?!”

Dark Figure 2: “Brother, you have been greatly injured in your last mission. You need to be put in a temporary deep sleep in order to heal your wounds. It has been a little over a year ago. As to who we are, we are your companions.” *voice reveals to be a females, who’s sounds like silk*

Awaken Man: “... So I know you all?”

Dark Figure 2: “Yes my friend, you know us all very well. We’ve fought together for many years.”

Awaken Man: “Years...? I... do not recall.”

Dark Figure 3: “Yes. A side effect of the deep sleep treatment I’m afraid. You were dealt a rather heavy injury from the warrior you faced last.”

Awaken Man: “I was fighting someone?”

Dark Figure 3: “Yes, you were fighting against one huntsman named ‘Jaune Arc.’ He was a formidable enemy who had slain over thirty of your own men.”

Awaken Man: “He... killed my men? That bastard! Where is he?!”

Dark Figure 1: “Dead. Slain by your own sword.” *the last member with them stepped in, his voice sounded deep but calm and cold*

Dark Figure 2: “It’s true brother, you had defeated your adversary but soon afterwards you succumbed to your wounds. We had to take you back to our home in order to help you survive.”

Awaken Man: “Yes, I think I’m starting to recall now. I was fighting against a strong warrior, he... had others with him...” *holds his head in an attempt to remember*

Dark Figure 3: “No you are mistaken brother, he was alone when you fought him. But his battle power was vast.”

Awaken Man: “Was he truly? I could’ve sworn...”

Dark Figure 1: “What’s done in the past is done, there is no changing it. You fought Arc, you prevailed and he died. Now come, the Master will be expecting you to fully recover within the next two days.”

Awaken Man: “The Master...?”

Dark Figure 1: “Yes he will be expecting you to come see him, he will want a full report on your mission, Abel.”

Awaken Man: “Abel?”

Dark Figure 1: “Yes, that is your name, Abel Gris. Do you not remember at least that much?”

Abel: “My memory is still not too clear right now, I must have been more injured than I thought.”

Dark Figure 2: “Have no fear brother. We will help you fill in the gaps.” *she runs her hand through his blonde hair*

Abel: “I... thank you my sister.” *it felt odd for him to say that for some reason*

Dark Figure 1: “Well I hope for your sake that you at least remember the events that occurred to you last year before the week is done. The Master is not as understanding as we are and he will expect the full report soon.”

Abel: “Of course... brother.” *why did it feel like there was a spike in his throat to say that*

With that all three of his companions left the healing room. Soon when he felt he was able, he stepped off whatever he was laying on. It looks like a opened metal egg with dark purple crystals sticking out on the sides. He walks forward to wear he sees a mirror at the left side of the room. Slowly he walks over, holding onto what he looks to be injured side that presented the most pain. As he walks up to the mirror he takes a look at himself.

His appearance looks to be young, lean physique despite being in bed for over a year, and what looked to be more than a long horizontal scar to the left of where he supposed his heart is located. A nearly fatal wound indeed. The last thing he looks at is his face. Abel looks at himself as he sees his unkept blonde hair, his pale complexion and his what looked to be dark purple eyes that seemed to have a glow to them. He places his hand ver his reflection in the mirror and narrowed his eyes.

This was the face of Abel Gris. The man who killed Jaune Arc.

- Fin -

#rwby #ruby rose #yang xiao long #rwby lancaster #lie ren #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #neptune vasilias #blake bellodona #sun wukong #new ocs #taiyang xiao long #rwby rowan rose #rwby summer phyrra rose #call me back #finale

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thebladeblaster · 3 years

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Heart of the Vanguard Concept Chapter part 3

(Concept chapters are basically just to test to see if people will like a fic idea I have. This fic crosses over Yugioh Duel Monsters and Cardfight Vanguard.)

“Okay, now unfortunately Aichi my friend your going down.”, Yugi thought.

“I-I attack!”, Aichi continued, still blushing.

Yugi LP 3100->2800

“I can’t believe it! He’s actually in the lead against the King of Games!”, the brown haired teen gasped.

“I can’t believe it I lost!”, Morikawa yelled as he held his head.

“I can.”, Kamui replied plainly.

“Man, this dude sucks and Honda thought I couldn’t beat a dueling monkey.”, Jonouchi replied.

“Rematch! I just had a bad hand that’s all!”, Morikawa replied.

“Fine, sure if you want to be destroyed again.”, Jonouchi replied.

“I e-end my turn.”, Aichi said.

“I draw and I activate Swords of Revealing Light then end my turn”, Yugi said.

Yugi

Hand: 1

“His deck is really good at conserving it’s resources hopefully I can stall for a bit or maybe get him to use up more of his cards.”, Yugi thought.

Aichi’s nervous expression made Yugi smile a bit. He hasn’t had a duel like this in awhile. Where either his own life or the world wasn’t at stake it was rather nice. It was very refreshing having an opponent not try to kill him or use a shadow game. Just a fun duel with a good friend. That was a big appeal of dueling. So, many of his opponents have been enemies recently. He almost forgot that.

“I draw. I s-summon Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands. I activate h-his effect t-to add one r-ritual monster or s-spell to my hand. I c-chose Noble Knights’ Guardian Soul Saver Dragon.”, Aichi said revealing the card before adding it to his hand.

Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands

ATK 1400/DEF 1000

Noble Knights’ Guardian Soul Saver Dragon

( DRAGON / LIGHT/ RITUAL / EFFECT/ ATK : 2500 / DEF : 2000 / LV 8

Effect: You can ritual summon this card with “Savior Dragon Prayer”. This card also counts as a Warrior monster. This card cannot be equipped with equip spells. As long as this monster is on the field your Noble Knight monsters cannot be effected or targeted by your opponents card effects. When you control a Noble Knight monster that is equipped with a Noble Arms equip spell all your Noble Knight monsters gain 300 attack.

Aichi

Hand: 3

“I end my turn.”, Aichi said, finally seeming to calm down.

“Looks like he doesn’t have any equip cards. If he did, he could have easily gotten rid of my swords.”, Yugi though.

“I draw, set one card face down and end my turn.”, Yugi said.

Yugi

Hand: 1

“That’s one turn of the swords.”, Yami said.

“I draw, I set Manju to defense mode and I end my turn.”, Aichi said.

Aichi

Hand: 4

“I draw one card and end my turn.”, Yugi said.

“That’s the second.”, Yami said.

Yugi

Hand: 2

“I draw one card and I set one.”, Aichi said.

Aichi

Hand: 4

“I draw and I summon Big Shield Gardna in defense mode then end my turn.”, Yugi said

Yugi

Hand: 2

“That’s the third.”, Yami said as Yugi moved his swords to the graveyard.

“I draw and I activate Savior Dragon Prayer. I tribute Noble Knight Pellinore and Artorigus from my hand to ritual summon! Noble Knights’ Guardian Soul Saver Dragon!”, Aichi started.

Savior Dragon Prayer

(Ritual Spell)

This card can be used to ritual summon “Noble Knights’ Guardian Soul Saver Dragon”. You must also tribute “Noble Knight” monsters from your hand or field or banish Noble Knight monsters from your graveyard, whose levels equal 8 or more.

Aichi

Hand: 1

“That’s not good.”, Honda commented.

“Soul Saver’s effect activates! When a Noble Knight monster I control is equipped with a Noble Arms spell all my Noble Knight monsters gain 300 attack.”, Aichi said.

Noble Knights’ Guardian Soul Saver Dragon

ATK 2500->2800

Noble Knight Drystan

ATK 1800->2100

“I bring Manju to attack mode and attack Gardna with Soul Saver!”, Aichi declared.

“Uh no that’s enough attack points to end the duel!”, Honda said.

“I attack you directly with Manju!”, Aichi declared.

Yugi LP 2800->1400

“You can do it brother!”, Emi cheered.

“Then I attack you with Drystan!”, Aichi declared.

“Let’s go bro!”, Kamui cheered.

“I activate my trap Nutrient Z! If I would take 2000 or more battle damage I gain 4000 before the damage is subtracted from my life points.”, Yugi countered.

Yugi LP 1400->5400

Yugi LP 5400->3300

“He managed to survive. You’ll get him next turn bro!”, Kamui said.

“I end my turn. Heh I really thought I had you there.”, Aichi said.

“I draw! If I didn’t have that trap I’d be done for. I’ve gotta stay on my toes if I’m going to win this.”, Yugi said.

Yugi

Hand:3

“I summon Marshmellon in defense mode and I set one card facedown. I end my turn.”, Yugi continued.

Marshmellon

ATK 300/ DEF 500

Yugi

Hand: 1

“I draw and I activate my face down spell Glory of the Noble Knights! I can target one of my Noble Knight monsters and equip one equip spell from my deck! I chose Noble Arms Caliburn and I activate it effect to gain 500 life points.”, Aichi started.

Aichi

Hand: 2

Aichi LP 3200->3700

“That triggers Drystan’s effect allowing me to destroy Marshmellon!”, Aichi continued.

“Now he only has his two facedowns!”, Honda said.

“Would you guys stop stating the obvious?”, Misaki asked.

“Then I switch Manju to defense mode and attack you directly!”, Aichi declared.

“I activate my trap! A Hero Emerges you must select one card in my hand and if it’s a monster I can special summon it.”, Yugi countered.

“You only have one so I choose it.”, Aichi replied.

“It is Dark Magician of Chaos.”, Yugi said as he revealed the card and special summoned it.

Dark Magician of Chaos

ATK 2800/ DEF 2600

Yugi

Hand: 0

“When it’s normal or special summoned I can add one spell from my graveyard to my hand! I chose Pot of Greed!”, Yugi said.

Yugi

Hand: 1

“I attack your monster with Soul Saver!”, Aichi declared.

The two monsters destroyed each other due to their equal attack.

“Then I attack you directly with Drystan!”, Aichi declared.

Yugi LP 3300->1000

“Now, I end my turn.”, Aichi said.

“I draw and activate Pot of Greed allowing me to draw 2 cards!”, Yugi started.

Yugi

Hand: 3

“I activate Soul Exchange allowing me to tribute your Drystan to summon Dark Magician Girl. Since Dark Magician is in the graveyard she gains 300 attack. However, unfortunately I can’t attack the turn I use Soul Exchange.”, Yugi continued.

Dark Magician Girl ATK 2000->2300

Yugi

Hand: 1

“I end my turn.”, Yugi said.

“I draw!”, Aichi said.

Aichi

Hand: 3

“Okay, I activate the effect of Until Noble Arms Are Needed Again from my graveyard! I banish it to special summon a Noble Knight monster on my field or in my graveyard! I chose Ignoble Knight Blaster Dark! Stand up my avatar!”, Aichi said as a few of them looked a bit nervous when Aichi summoned the dark counterpart of his ace.

Ignoble Knight Blaster Dark

( WARRIOR / DARK / EFFECT/ ATK : 2100 / DEF : 1500 / LV 5

Effect: When this monster is summoned or special summoned you can select one Noble Arms equip spell from your graveyard to equip to it. Once per turn, this card is summoned or special summoned you can tribute one monster you control to destroy one card your opponent controls.)

“Now, I activate my trap Call of the Haunted to resurrect Blaster Blade!”, Aichi continued.

The two knights of light and shadow were side by side contrasting the other like opposite chess pieces.

“It’s coming. The card that beat Ren.”, Yami said.

“I activate Polymerization using Blaster Blade and Blaster Dark as material to fusion summon True Noble Knight Majesty Lord Blaster! Stand up my avatar of light and shadow!”, Aichi continued.

Aichi

Hand: 2

True Noble Knight Majesty Lord Blaster

( WARRIOR / LIGHT / FUSION / EFFECT/ ATK : 3300 / LV 10

1 light warrior monster + 1 dark warrior monster

If a “Blaster Blade” monster and “Blaster Dark” monster are used as materials, this card gains 1000 attack and deals double battle damage. This card also counts as a dark monster. You can tribute one equip spell card you control to destroy all cards your opponent controls.)

“Due to its effect when Blaster Blade and Blaster Dark are used as materials it gains 1000 attack and does double battle damage. I activate Wingal’s effect from the graveyard to equip it to Majesty Lord Blaster. I activate its effect tributing Wingal to destroy all the cards you control!”, Aichi explained.

True Noble Knight Majesty Lord Blaster

ATK 3300->4300

“Good thing for me that triggers my trap, Waking the Dragon! When it’s destroyed I can special summon one monster from my fusion deck or deck ignoring its summoning conditions when it's destroyed by my opponent’s card effect! I chose Gaia the Magical Knight of Dragons! I activate its effect and it loses 2600 attacks to destroy your Majesty Lord Blaster!”, Yugi countered.

Gaia the Magical Knight of Dragons

ATK 2600->0

“Man, that’s crazy he couldn’t even take that thing down with one of the god cards in that situation.”, Honda commented.

“And now he’s wide open. You just need to summon a monster. Come on bro get him!”, Kamui cheered.

“I bring Manju to attack mode and I attack Gaia.”, Aichi declared.

“I activate Kuriboh’s in hand effect to reduce the damage to 0.”, Yugi countered.

“I end my turn. Dang, I really thought I finally got it when I drew Polymerization.”, Aichi said before sighing.

“That was way too close! I had hardly any cards in my fusion deck or deck that could deal with that card. Even ifI had the god cards in my deck they would be useless.”, Yugi thought.

“I draw. ”, Yugi said.

Yugi

Hand: 1

“I summon the Obnoxious Celtic Guard!”, Yugi said.

Obnoxious Celtic Guard

ATK 1400/ DEF 1200

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trash-bin-throwaway · 4 years

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•Midna and Zant have a Chat™️•

[[For context, this is a rough snippet of a fic I may or may not ever finish writing. Posting this here to share with a mutual bc copy paste doesn’t work well in Tumblr DMs. But then again. What actually works well in Tumblr DMs?]]

Zant: *Waiting for Midna, various monster materials laid out on the ground*

Midna: I thought you just wanted to talk. What’s all this for? Why the insistence on privacy?

Zant: I understand your hesitation. You’ve every right to be suspicious of me after all I’ve done. But I wanted to talk to you, and you specifically, so I may try my best to explain why I made the choices I did, and apologize for the decisions I made that turned out to be misguided.

Midna: ...Alright. You still haven’t explained all this.

Zant: Ah, of course. Forgive my lack of clarification. Yet I believe you are familiar with what sort of spell these materials combine to make. I am certain that I am not the only one of us versed in the magic of our people.

Midna: Hmm. A truth charm perhaps? Yet I’m unsure as to the purpose of the acid in that jar there...

Zant: It increases the potency of the spell in such a way that it will affect us both, as well as lengthening the effect’s duration somewhat. The intent of having this here is so that you know I don’t intend to deceive you, sure... but it may help this discussion along if you not only can also feel that the charm is in effect, but also cannot speak in such a way that hides your true thoughts... not that I believe you plan to hold anything back with me here. I know enough about you to know that expecting you to mince words when speaking to me of all people is an even more foolish notion than believing that the Demon King desires to help any but himself. Even I am unable to have such a lapse in judgment.

Midna: Flattery will get you nowhere with me, although if you’re telling the truth already, I’m sure that’s not new information. Very well. We will complete the spell, then we will talk.

*they complete the ritual, then sit down to talk*

Midna: So, it worked as it should have. Promising enough... so far. Alright then, let’s start off with the simple things; why did you betray Ganondorf after all the work you put into serving him?

Zant: Put simply, he threw away loyal allies one too many times. I am a powerful warrior in my own right, with goals of my own to serve. I am no puppet to be discarded on a whim.

Midna: So you’re saying he betrayed you? Be more specific, I want details.

Zant: You remember when I waged war on the world of Light, I’m sure. When you and the Hero confronted me in the palace, I begged my master to use his power to save me, and give me another chance to best you. He refused, for no reason aside from me having “lost my usefulness to him”. I was enraged. All that, and only after I’d been killed did I realize I’d been made a fool of, used as a simple pawn, a means to his end. But I showed him...

Midna: (surprised) So it was you. I thought I could sense your presence during that final battle, but I had no way to see for sure, and obviously, there were more important things for me to concern myself with. But that doesn’t matter anyway. So you remember everything from that time?

Zant: I do. I wasn’t simply ripped from a random point in the past before my death, I was resurrected. Ghirahim is in the same situation. His reasons for turning against Ganondorf are almost the same as mine, down to the letter. All the hard work led only to being stabbed in the back.

Midna: I see. So, this is as good a time as any to bring him up. Ghirahim. Tell me more about him. What is he to you?

Zant: He is my reason to be. For so long I knew nothing but the single-minded pursuit of my goals. The completely focused resentment of the Light and all those who would have our people remain in our Twilit prison. But now, with Ganondorf’s influence gone, and his spirit and hatred no longer residing in my body, I can see that, despite my well-wishes for us and our people... I went too far. Caused more suffering than I ever could have prevented. When I realized this, part of me wished to change myself, so I may begin to atone for my wrongdoings. Yet... as I was already that far gone... I had no idea how I was even to start such a shift. But yet... there he was. As we spent time together, as we learned about one another... we made each other happy. Truly, genuinely happy. Not like some sadistic amusement from tormenting an enemy. Just... a true sort of joy from two beings sharing a... connection. It is odd and new to me, yet I know that I love him with everything I am. That connection, this honest love I now hold for another being... seems like as good a place as any to start trying to rid myself of the malice and evil power I used to cling to.

Midna: Heh... that actually makes a bit of sense. Motivated by your own goals, never straying from your path no matter what doubts may surface... until you meet someone worth risking it all for. Ugh, this is strange. Not once did I think I’d ever relate to anything you could say.

Zant:(Laughs) Yes, I suppose that’s a fair assumption to have made. We never had a tendency to see eye-to-eye, now did we?

Midna: (her positivity backpedals as her expression sours) That’s... a horrific understatement, to say the absolute least.

Zant: (also going back to a more serious tone) ...You’re right. I... (sighs) I’ve done awful things. Took a misguided idea too far, and ended up simply worsening every problem I intended to solve. A simple apology won’t fix the harm I caused to anyone, least of all you.

Midna: Right again. I’m sorry Zant, but I can’t trust you so easily after all that you’ve done. However... I do believe the things you say. I have no reason to think you don’t intend to go through with your plans to make amends and help us fight Ganondorf. So... while I can’t see myself being all too comfortable around you at all in the near future, you and Ghirahim will encounter no more open opposition to your being here from me. You want to smooth things over with me on a personal level? Earn that chance. Now, I’ve got things to do, so I must be off. (Gets up to leave)

Zant: Of course. Thank you, your highness.

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fourteenacross · 4 years

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moby-dick thoughts at last

Okay, I’m going to see Moby-Dick one last time tomorrow and I still really want to get my broader thoughts down. I wrote the following as emails to a couple friends who saw it and wanted to chat about it, so I’m just going to put it here for posterity and maybe add more tomorrow night?

I'm still all over the place, though, so I'm going to answer this in no particular order, heh.

First off, some things I love:

Everything about part two is just like candy for me. The audience participation, the anachronistic theme park announcement, the silliness, the way that Choksi pulls out that pointer and keeps collapsing it to make one more comment, then pulls it out again, then collapses it again to make ONE MORE COMMENT. I love the puppets and the puppet show aspect of it. I love how much fun the cast seems to be having! Watching it is fucking delightful, it’s the reason that I’m a member of the ART and the reason I love Malloy’s weirdness and the reason I love weird regional theatre.

The performances are stellar, of course, and there’s a lot of emotion, especially in part four. Starr Busby as Starbuck blows the fucking doors off the place and while I am usually fairly femme4femme, that fucking costume she wears is A LOT for my tiny gay heart to handle, okay? Choksi is brilliant, of course--perfect perfect PERFECT, I cannot imagine a single other person in this role. It’s so weird, I was watching some old Comet clips a couple weeks ago and it’s CRAZY how the beard and the attitude turn him into an entirely different person. (I know, that’s how acting works, but still.) I don’t particularly care about Ahab, but I love basically everyone else? Tashtego and Daggoo’s little asides throughout were particularly good. I loved the use of Dawn Troupe as everyone who’s NOT on the Pequod and her costumes were stellar and that bit where she’s the Rachel in part four is INCREDIBLE.

The music is also incredible. I’m not like, smart about music, but it manages to keep incorporating like, melodies and refrains again and again to bring the different sections together and it was....good. He musiced good, that Dave Malloy. Good on him.

“The Pacific.” Oh god. That song alone could kill me.

The costumes were great, the set is amazing, and overall it’s just...fun. I had a good time! It’s a 3.5 hour musical and the only parts where I thought, “Oh god, this is long” were a couple of Ahab’s songs. I was never bored! It is a wild, sprawling work, but even though parts of it didn’t work for me, nothing turned me off entirely, which is saying a lot for something that long and intricate.

(Also, to be clear, I haven’t read the book! I saw a few review on the internets where people were like, “If you haven’t read the book, you won’t be able to follow it at all!” which I have to say is untrue. I read a couple of the first chapters in a class in college, fifteen (!!!!!) years ago, but I didn’t so much as wikipedia the thing over the entire course of preparing for this show. I meant to, but I never got around to it. And despite that, I had no problem following it or enjoying it?)

Anyway, onto the criticisms.

So, I agree with a lot of what you said. Some of it is def intentional--I remember either Rachel or Malloy saying in an interview that most adaptations are focused entirely on Ahab, when he largely exists more as sort of this weird, menacing figure who occasionally drops in to be obsessed and then disappears again. But there's def a lot of messiness that I think is the result of trying to do too many things in a very limited amount of time. I would have LOVED to see the seven hour version for comparison's sake. I think the tonal shift is intentional as well, but I don't know that it 100% works for me? Like, I get that Pip's section of the book is fascinating and I get that he wanted to draw the parallels to Pip and the lost boys and Ishmael in part four, but I honestly think a lot of that could stand to be cut. It could be a great stand alone piece, but the things it sets up don't justify the length of it. If they used that time instead to set up some of the despair in part four, I think the tonal shift wouldn't feel so abrupt as well.

The framing device is also a weird choice to me. Like, I love Choksi's performance of it, and I would hate to lose some of those bits, but I feel like, to justify it being in there, you need a follow-up after act four? It would space out three "character" breaks--the prologue, the Fedallah monologue, and then something like an afterword--and do a better job of actually "framing" the show. But also, honestly, I think it would work just as well to take it out all together. It feels like kind of a foreword? And I think that would be better served as like, a note in the program ahead of the bibliography. It's such a fucking weird choice to open out of character and then never really return to that? Like, you can have Ishmael address the audience and break the fourth wall and be anachronistic and not need that weird set up, I promise, Malloy.

(I love reading the bibliographies in playbills at Malloy shows. That has nothing to do with anything, it's just a dumb thing I like, haha)

I would have loved to see some more time devoted to developing Starbuck and developing the relationship between Ishmael and Queequeg, which, again, I feel like there would have been space to do if they got rid of some of the Pip stuff. Especially because Starbuck carries so much of part four, and I would die for Starr Busby and she can definitely shoulder that weight, but the narrative needs to shoulder some of it too. I'm glad that he made Ishmael and Queequeg explicitly a queer couple, but I feel like there's a line between "this is quietly happening in the background and not of importance to the narrative" and "this happened almost entirely off-screen and people who need 'explicit' confirmation of things aren't going to understand it, entirely." I feel like the average cis het folks seeing this show would very easily be like, "Oh, they're slow dancing and holding each other like friends do!!! :)" not out of any malice, but because it wouldn't even occur to them to look at it any other way.

To answer your last question: this is definitely NOT going to broadway any time soon, if at all. It's def still in the development stages and I don't think he has his eye on broadway for it. It's too long and too weird and too much, and I think he knows that. So I feel like it's important to not hold it up to the same metric as the out of town tryouts that the ART normally does? Like, it's not going to compare to Waitress or JLP or even Comet, which had very inventive staging but was a very simple story and fairly well hammered out by the time it was in Cambridge? Which doesn't give it a free pass or anything--it's def still very messy. But I feel like it's mess is different as a piece in development than it would be as an out of town, you know? And I really like that there's a place in regional theatre for weird, messy, experimental things that aren't necessarily aiming for that level of commercial success.

So my tl;dr is that I agree with a lot of your criticisms and think it needs a whole lot of work going forward, but also I kind of loved it for what it was, warts and all, and I'm going back to see it again tomorrow, SO XD

#theatre notes #does the moby dick musical have a weird dave malloy name yet?#dave malloy

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cakerollk · 5 years

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ii Witch of Time

When the clock chimes four times, it’s the time when Fruit Tart allows no one to disturb her.

The House of Time where she dwells is such a place where she shan’t be bothered.

Once it’s time for afternoon tea, the chimes ringing through the mansion warn everyone inside not to step into the garden. The forbidden land, barring all from entering as they please.

This was the Eden that the Grand Duke specially built for his ‘Madam Duchess’.

But aside from occasional cumbersome social events, Fruit Tart rarely sees the Duke.

Even before the Madam passed away, it seemed Fruit Tart and the Madam spent more time with each other than anyone else.

Likely because of the Madam’s unusual physique, when she got sick, her body quickly turned weak.

Not long after, she couldn’t even enter the garden the Duke had built for her, and she spent her final days on the sickbed.

(1) Translator’s Note: The original text was closer to couch or bed, but sickbed was used instead because it was more appropriate.

Back then, her stories were an amusing way for Fruit Tart to kill time, and it was the only thing she could offer in exchange for Fruit Tart’s intel.

“The witch spilled her lover’s blood after following the demon’s instructions, but at that moment, her heart held no love.

When the dagger in her hands pierced through her lover’s heart, it was then that she understood she’d become lonely again.

Afterwards, her lover’s final words became her damnation.

No one in the world would love her again, as the only person who loved her was already dead under the people’s judgement.

And so, the witch shed tears and lost her magical powers.

The witch’s body became unbearably ugly, even the blood butterfly also began to fragment, turning to ash with her, and vanished at the final dawn.”

“The witch just died after shedding tears?”

Upon hearing the end of the witch’s story, Fruit Tart couldn’t help but sneer at woman before her, so thin and pallid, like a skeleton.

“For her, death is the best ending.”

The Madam looked at Fruit Tart as if she were yearning for someone else in her, choking down a sob.

“Had I not left her behind at that time, leaving the tower alone, were my elder sister still alive, would our ending been any different?”

“I cannot know of things that never happened.”

“That’s right, just treat them as my ravings. Every time I look at you, I always feel like I’m facing the past me. The more I reminisce, the more I feel that everything now is my punishment.”

“From how I see it, I feel it’s quite profound. After all, I can’t even see myself die.”

“Is that also the ending that that man looks forward to? Heh… that’s true, he never intended to let me go from the very beginning.”

“You’re talking about… Whiskey, yes?”

“After I escaped from there, I kept thinking, why didn’t he kill me then? I’ve ran for a long, long time, until I later discovered that even after leaving hell, the outside world… is still my purgatory.”

“But you met the Duke, did you not?”

“Yes, that’s right… Back then I was just an unbearably dirty fugitive. But he said he liked my eyes, because they were filled with cruelty and despair.

Of course, I didn’t believe his words so easily.

Back then, I had nothing to lose, so I took the bet.

I wanted to use this noble’s sudden interest in me to get rid of the curse that the demon gave me.

It’s just that I never once thought of my arrogance, that almost got me killed back then. In the end, my shell of a body was my only surviving asset.”

(2) Translator’s Note: The original text for the last sentence (变成了那时我唯一活下去的资本) means like “I was the only surviving capital” which means that only her body survived, but none of her internal self, like her ambitions and higher goals, survived.

The Madam did not continue.

Because at that moment, the ‘butterfly’ that Fruit Tart sent out to search for information fluttered down from the window. The Madam naturally understands that it has brought new findings.

“Since you’ve already finished telling your story, naturally, I will also tell you what you want to know. Whiskey has already left that kingdom. However, before leaving, he went to another place.”

Fruit Tart then presented all the information that the ‘butterfly’ retrieved to the Madam.

“This is… my sister’s… grave?”

The madam’s tone revealed a shred of disbelief.

“Who would’ve thought he also had a heart. However, if one worships the deceased, they would clearly follow in his steps, offering strelitzias to lost loved ones, yes?” (2)

(3) Translator’s Note: The more common name for Strelitzias is Bird-of-Paradise flowers but Strelitzias was used to avoid wordiness and mixing it up with the actual bird.

“Strelitzias, huh…”

Upon hearing this, the Madam mouthed the flower’s name and suddenly teared up.

“It’s a place where monsters cannot go, right?…”

Upon finished saying that, the madam did not wake up again.

Afterwards, Fruit Tart became the ‘Bloodthirsty Butterfly’ Madam.

No one would be suspicious of her. Besides herself, no one had ever seen how the Madam looked on her deathbed.

Even that Duke, once so ‘deeply in love’ with her, abandoned the madam when she couldn’t get up from her bed.

That day, all their stories entered a new chapter.

Whether it’s to Fruit Tart, or to Whiskey…

Tick tock—Tick tock—

Time passed by in minutes and seconds.

Fruit Tart sat in the study, waiting for the Duke’s arrival to their appointment.

“Madam, you’re here. Wanting to see me so urgently, did something happen?”

The Duke took his time in pushing the study room’s door open, and walked in.

“Naturally, I’m here to tell you some interesting things.”

And so, Fruit Tart told the Duke all she knew about the Gambling Duke’s daughter and Sandwich planning to use a wager to make the Gambling Duke to lose everything.

Such an overconfident plan, even if the Duke had much to gain and nothing to lose, it still made that man who whose eyes see only power laugh the loudest he had in a long time.

Humans are foolishly self-righteous, and Fruit Tart has seen too many.

However, Fruit Tart’s goal was not to help that child cause silly mischief to her father, and her goal was certainly not to facilitate the cover up of Grand Duke transferring the Gambling Duke’s wealth to himself.

She wants to see that man, as dark as the void, no longer simply in the Madam’s story, or from inside her ‘butterfly’.

She wants him to stand before her, even more clearly and vividly. She wants to know from him whether that pure white flower of the abyss really was a glimmer in the dark night.

And so, Fruit Tart proposed to the Grand Duke they host a banquet at his private villa.

Likely, the joke she just told him lightened his mood, so he didn’t hesitate to agree to her suggestion.

Now then, this sequel surely won’t disappoint her.

End of Part 2

#food fantasy #ff fruit tart #ff translations #translations

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the-lupine-sojourner · 5 years

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Sarada, Princess of the Saiyans [’Season’ 1 Episode 3]

Hi! Sorry it’s been a while since I posted this, but uh here’s the next chapter of Sarada’s insertion! :)

Here’s a Link to the first chapter, and Here’s a Link to the second chapter, for anyone who wants to catch up. I’ll be making a masterlist for each ‘season’ (aka each 25 episodes Sarada is involved in), and I’ll be adding that link when I make that list.

Anyway, let’s get to the story!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

The next thing I was aware of was a huge jolting crash. I barely stop myself from going headfirst into the computer. I hold my neck, already feeling a bit of whiplash. Blearily, I reach for the latch to get out. Guess we’d arrived.

“Alien!” Someone screams as we exit the pod. I groan, rubbing my neck. I glare up at the edge of the crater and see several gathered locals, all peering down at us, most with fear, some with curiosity. I roll my shoulders out as I hear Vegeta and Nappa exit their pods.

“My neck is killing me.” Nappa groans.

“Yeah, think I got slight whiplash from the landing. It’ll fade.” I reply. Smirking, I float up, pleased to see Vegeta and Nappa joining me moments later, to panicked murmurs and outcries among the crowd. We land on the other side of the crater from the crowd, scanning the surroundings briefly and taking in Earth. Really not much here.

No wonder it was so low on the rankings.

“So what should we do with these gawking fools?” Nappa asks.

“We might want to ask them about the Dragonballs.” I point out. “If the dragonballs can do what Kakarot’s ally from the recording says they can, they most likely are a treasure known to all.”

“A good deduction, Sarada.” Vegeta praises, “However. If the dragonballs are as powerful as the ally says they are, wouldn’t it be wiser to keep it secret?” He counters. “After all, a powerful artifact like that should be closely guarded, right? Wouldn’t want it falling into the wrong hands.” He smirks, crossing his arms. I shrug and cross my arms, as well.

“You make a good point there, Vegeta.”

“Can I blow them up?” Nappa interjects. “They bother me.” I feel my eye twitch subtly. I didn’t want to kill anyone I didn’t have to, but if Vegeta says Nappa can, I don’t want to dig my grave by objecting.

“Oh...I don’t know.” Vegeta says, still smirking. “Why don’t you decide for once?” I feel sorry for these earthlings. They won’t know what hit them.

“Heh. Really?” Nappa asks. “Thanks, Vegeta. This is gonna be a lot of fun for me!” I move closer to Vegeta to give Nappa a bit more room and watch as he prepares to attack.

“Don’t mention it.” Vegeta replies, chuckling. Nappa laughs, gathering energy in his hand and releasing it in a wave that comes up from underground, decimating the surrounding area in an impressively large radius. The wave increases and I imagine it could be seen from out in space. As it dies down, I view the aftermath.

It was a painfully familiar picture. A rather large crater, crumbling city on it’s edges.

A few burnt shoes here, maybe a child’s toy there, glass shards glittering like uncovered jewels in the sunlight.

All a grotesque picture of the life I’ve led alongside my brother and Nappa, who’s laughing at the sheer destruction he’d wrought. “Do you think I was trying too hard to impress them, you two?” He asks coyly. We float above where we’d been standing.

I sigh. “There isn’t anyone left to impress, Nappa.” I point out.

“I should have known better than to let you have any fun. I’m beginning to think we should have followed Sarada’s advice and asked them about the dragonballs. But,” He cuts off Nappa’s apology, “if my hunch is correct, they wouldn’t have known. Besides, no point squabbling over it now.”

“Yeah, c’mon; a little destruction won’t affect the sale price of this planet.” Nappa adds.

“We’re here for the Dragonballs, Nappa.” I retort. “Not necessarily to prep it for selling, although that could excuse our presence here against orders.”

“We’re here for the wish only. I don’t give a damn about orders.” Vegeta cuts in, and then turns to Nappa. “You do remember the wish, right Nappa?” Nappa flinches a little.

“Well...yeah. We were gonna wish for...immortality, weren’t we?” Vegeta’s frown deepens.

“Good, and we need all seven balls. Now, let me ask you; what if one of the balls happened to be in the city you just destroyed?” Nappa deflates completely.

“Uh...I’m sorry. I guess I just forgot about that, huh?” I sigh.

“Look, Vegeta’s theory about them being hidden and well-guarded makes a lot of sense. More than likely, no one would hide something of that value in a city like this. But don’t destroy anything that big again, alright?” Vegeta nods in agreement and Nappa licks his lips.

“Alright.”

“Now let’s all forget about it. What’s done cannot be undone.” Vegeta says. “First, we need to find out who has the highest power level. He’ll be the one who took down Radditz.” Almost simultaneously, we click our scouters and the beeping fills the silence.

“Huh?” Nappa gasps after a few moments. “More than half a dozen people on this planet have power levels over a thousand! How is that possible?” I frown.

“I don’t know.”

“How should I know?” Vegeta snaps, cutting over whatever else I was about to say.

“Maybe they’ve been preparing for us.” I suggest. “Radditz did say we were coming.” Vegeta scoffs.

“Lucky guess. For all he knew, we had our scouters turned off and didn’t hear a thing he said. That fool was an embarrassment.” He then clicks his scouter. “Now, we need to find the biggest power level.” He orders, redirecting us back to the task at hand. Vegeta scans one hemisphere and Nappa and I take the other. Almost immediately, we find the two largest power levels, almost equal to each other.

“Just found two of them!” Nappa reports.

“They definitely have the highest fighting powers on the planet.” I confirm. Vegeta turns, smirking excitedly.

“Really? Good, then. This may be interesting after all.” Nappa grunts in agreement and we take off, flying towards it as fast as we could.

“Heh. Amazing.” Nappa notes, “This planet’s weak gravity makes me feel like a kid again. I’m invincible!” I grin. It did make me feel rather giddy. I remember the first time I went into the training chamber with Vegeta and experienced increased gravity. We were only in there an hour, but when I came out, it was like I had wings. Everything was so much lighter.

Those were the days…before Frieza started assigning us missions.

Before we lost whatever innocence we had.

Vegeta simply keeps flying. “Don’t fall behind, Nappa.” I caution, keeping my voice even, but I worried what would happen if one of us screwed up. There’s no telling with Vegeta sometimes.

He is my brother, but even so, he pushes me harder than anyone, expecting great things. He says it’s because he sees my potential, but I think it’s just because I’m his blood and he doesn’t want to be embarrassed by his sister failing.

I shake myself and keep flying. Nappa stops clowning around, stays with us, and we continue in silence. Within the next few minutes, we arrive, and I must say…

Not what I was expecting.

One of the figures is nothing more than a child, wearing some kind of baggy purple clothing, probably the Earth equivalent of our training outfits.

The new figure, one with the second lowest power level, but not by much, is bald, wearing an orange and blue outfit somewhat like the other two, recognizable as yet another version of Earth’s training outfits.

The largest figure is green and- -wait...he’s a Namekian? I’ve heard of them, sure, but I’d never been this close to one. He wears a similar outfit to the boy’s, all but confirming it was some kind of training uniform. He scowls at us as the others subtly begin to tremble. It was clear the Namekian was the strongest, and had the most experience. Plus, with him being a Namekian, according to intel I’d heard, he should almost certainly know about the Dragonballs and probably even where they are.

All we had to do was get that information out of him. Hopefully without destroying too much of the planet or killing too many people.

Nappa laughs, drawing me from my thoughts. “So, one more joined ‘em.” He muses. “What’dyah suppose these three are doing out in the middle of nowhere?” We slowly descend as Nappa’s talking, and I scoff.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask rhetorically.

“They were waiting for us.” Vegeta chuckles. “Yes, I’m sure of it.” Waiting for us in the middle of a wasteland was actually a smart move.

The further the fight is from civilization, the less they had to worry about collateral damage.

That means they intended to fight like hell.

I find I can respect that, even if it was fruitless. Our power levels were simply too high for even the Namekian to defeat. Even Nappa could easily get rid of them.

“Whoa, this is it! It’s really happening!” The bald one whimpers, shaking even as he assumes a fighting stance. “So. These are the Saiyans.” I smirk. “Can you feel those power levels?!” I blink, all smugness gone. ‘Feel’ power levels? That was a new one. Was it possible to sense power levels without a scouter? How interesting. “They’re even stronger than I imagined!” The shaking becomes more visible, fear evident in both the boy and the bald one’s eyes. “What’re we gonna do, guys?” As the bald man speaks, we descend. Then we land.

“So, we meet at last.” Vegeta muses, arms crossed and expression extremely smug. Nappa chuckles and I find myself almost rooting for our opponents. They were fighting to protect their planet, and I respect their tenacity, despite their outward fear.

“The pleasure’s mine.” The Namekian growls in response, and I blink.

“Vegeta, he’s the ally Kakarot found to retrieve his kid. This Namekian is the one who killed Radditz.” I whisper, moving subtly closer to my brother.

Regardless of if heard me, the Namekian continues. “I’m only gonna say this once; leave this planet! This is your first and last chance to get out of this alive.”

“You’re right, sister.” Vegeta muses aloud, his smirk widening. “He is the one who defeated Radditz one year ago. I recognize his voice” The Namekian blinks.

“...My voice?” He asks, almost to himself. I nod.

“Didn’t Radditz tell you?” I ask rhetorically, tapping my scouter. “Our scouters also work as communicators. We heard everything that was said while Raditz was here.” I explain, crossing my arms and smirking. If I had to fight, I had to. This Namekian, however, might be very interesting to deal with. I wonder how much experience he has and just what he plans to do.

“Wait, you said the green one was from Namek, right?” Nappa asks, ending my train of thought. I turn to reply to Nappa, but Vegeta beats me to it.

“Yes, he’s from Namek, alright.” He says. “No wonder Radditz had such a hard time with him and Kakarot.” I nod.

“That, and Radditz was an idiot.” I add. Vegeta chuckles.

“That, too.” Something strange happens in the Namekian’s face. It’s almost as if he were shocked to hear that he was a Namekian. As if he didn’t already know that. He mumbles something, then appears to be wrestling with the information.

“Piccolo, I didn’t know you were from space.” The bald one muses in slight shock to the now trembling Namekian. ‘Piccolo’ (if that’s his name) appeared mad now, ready to fight. “Course, it makes sense.” The short bald one continues.

“You didn’t know?” Vegeta asks condescendingly. “Well, what a surprise!” His tone then turns amused. “Surely, you must have suspected something before now.” He continues. “The green skin and pointy ears are a dead giveaway, don’t you think?”

“Not to mention the antennas coming from your forehead.” I add. Honestly, it was surprising he didn’t already figure it out, but stranger things have happened, I suppose. “Now, you were the one who told Radditz about the Dragonballs. So tell us; where are they?” I demand. If I played this right, we might not have to kill everyone. If this Namekian is smart, he’ll tell us and we’ll be on our way to immortality. The bald one pales.

“B-but, no one knows where they are! Not for a whole year!” He protests. I raise a brow.

“What?” I snap. Before the human can reply, Nappa cuts in.

“That’s enough. We know the balls are down here.” He growls. “Make no mistake; we will find them. With you alive or with you dead; it’s your decision. Tell us where they are, or you will all be killed.”

The Namekian, Piccolo, smiles. “I wanna thank you.” I raise a brow. What? “Because of you, I now know I come from the planet Namek. But this is my planet now, and no one is going to tell me what to do with it!” I gotta hand it to Piccolo: He’s very brave. However...

“I admire your bravery, but it’s futile.” I retort. “We’re far stronger than that fool, Radditz. You won’t win.” I warn, hands forming fists and eyes narrowing. “Now tell us where the Dragonballs are!” If we really had to fight, I had no choice but to go all out, no matter how much I didn’t want to kill these fighters.

“Back off!” Piccolo barks. “We’re not here to bow to your demands! We’re here to fight!” He gets into a stance. “So go ahead and do whatever it is you came here to do!” before anyone can do anything, there’s a buzzing sound and an approaching wind, then odd hovering vehicles appear. Before they do anything, Nappa shoots one down. I know better than to protest. Anything I said would probably be viewed as weak and soft.

The two earthlings get into stances as the flying vehicles retreat.

“I don’t think they’re going to tell us where the Dragonballs are, Nappa.” Vegeta muses wryly.

“Wanna bet?” Nappa replies, smirking. “Alright! Let’s see how strong you really are!” He clicks the scouter. “The kid’s at 1000.” He reports. I blink. Really? Impressive for an earthling that young. “The Namek’s at 1400, and the midget is at 1100.” I narrow my eyes in resignation. Too bad, though. They just don’t compare to us. Nappa scoffs. “You fools! Do you really think you can beat us with such puny power levels?” I refrain from pointing out that Nappa didn’t stand far above them, choosing to just watch.

“Hey, Nappa, Sarada! Take your scouter off!” Vegeta suddenly orders. I do, glad to be rid of the thing. I never liked it except that it let me keep in contact with Vegeta. That’s the only reason I keep this thing around.

“What?” Nappa asks, despite reaching for his scouter as Vegeta and I remove ours.

“It seems they know how to concentrate their energy and raise their power levels.” Vegeta explains, dropping his scouter to the ground. “These figures are most unreliable.” It takes a second, but Nappa understands quickly, taking his scouter off.

“Hey, right. Good call.” Nappa replies, and his scouter hits the ground seconds later. “Now I remember that pathetic loser Radditz let himself be fooled by all their power readings.” Piccolo realizes we’re about to start fighting and warns his allies to be ready.

“Wait, Piccolo, if they’re stronger than radditz, and Goku isn’t here, then how do you expect to defeat them with just us?” The bald earthling asks. In response, Piccolo says nothing, gritting his teeth. Likely, he knew this battle wouldn’t end well, but was willing to fight anyway. I find a measure of respect in that. The bald one then gets back into a ready position, looking nervous but ready to fight. Again, I can respect their bravery, despite knowing it would lead to their demise. “Oh well, guys. Let’s just do it!” The poor earthling has no idea what we’re capable of, does he? He’ll learn soon enough.

Vegeta then gets a look that says he has an idea. “Nappa, I believe it’s time to have a little fun with them.” he muses. I raise a brow.

“How?” I ask. Vegeta just turns to Nappa.

“Get those Saibamen out. There should be six of them left. They’ll do.” I snort.

“Really? They’re as strong as Radditz. These earthlings might overpower them.” I point out, voice too low for the earthlings and Namekian to hear. Or so I thought. I didn’t notice Piccolo narrow his eyes in my direction.

“Nonsense. They barely handled Radditz. The Saibamen will be fine.” Vegeta replies and I sigh.

“Alright then.”

“Yer too much!” Nappa laughs. “You really know how to have fun.” Yeah, because watching a 6-on-3 battle sounds like a good time. I knew this opinion would be mocked and might get me into trouble, however, so I keep it inside as Nappa begins rooting in his armor for the Saibamen.

“I don’t see any men.” The little boy points out, brow raised in confusion.

“You will in a second.” I reply, smirking. I had to keep up the act, but I was concerned about this boy being in a battle such as this. After all, at his age (or at least, the age I thought he was; probably somewhere around 5 years old) I was still just sparring with instructors and Vegeta. I hadn’t been in an actual battle yet. Granted, I was going on assignments with Vegeta just a year later, but this was a literal child that was about to clobbered by a Saibaman. I’m not sure I’ll be able to watch the whole thing.

Our opponents watch as Nappa fishes the vial out, and sure enough, there are six, as Nappa notes aloud. “Maybe these Saibamen can persuade them to tell us where the Dragonballs are, huh Nappa?” Vegeta asks, smirking. Nappa laughs.

“Oh, I think they can arrange that.” Nappa replies, using his finger to make six holes in the ground and putting the seeds inside, covering the holes, then pouring the weird liquid that made them grow on the patch of ground the seeds were in. it seeps into the ground and I almost sigh. This would not be pretty, would it?

“Uh….okay...what’re they doing?” I overhear the bald earthling ask rhetorically.

“I think we’re about to find out.” Piccolo replies grimly.

“There.” Nappa says, tossing the Saibamen container aside, watching the patch as we wait for them to grow and come out. It doesn’t take more than a few moments, Vegeta and Nappa chuckling as the little aliens pop out of the ground. I always found them ugly and fairly useless aside from training partners when I was younger. This was not how I wanted to spend my time on Earth, but if Vegeta says it’s what we’re doing, there’s no real arguing with him.

“Well...at least...they’re shorter than I am.” The bald one (I really should learn their names.) mumbles nervously as the Saibamen set their eyes on him and his allies.

“And you’ll die with your sense of humor intact.” I retort, chuckling. “You won’t live long enough to lose it.” As I say this, the Saibamen leap out and run in circles around the group, chuckling and grunting evilly and generally intimidating our opponents. They then proceed to wreck a few of the surrounding outcroppings to show off their skills and power. It seems to work.

If these people thought the Saibamen were bad...this battle will be over with all too soon, and we likely won’t learn anything about the Dragonballs.

“They’re brainless, crazy monsters!” The bald midget cries. The Saibamen return to us and I shake my head.

“Not quite brainless, but not truly autonomous, either.” I reply. “More like, very obedient henchmen that are actually decently powerful.” He gulps, but remains in a fighting stance.

“This should be a pretty good matchup.” Vegeta muses. “These Saibamen seem spunky.”

“I’ll take the two on the left.” The short adult calls.

“I’ll take the two in the middle. The other two are yours, Gohan.” Ah. So Gohan is the boy’s name. To his credit, the boy deepens his stance, determination in his face. I wonder…

The other earthling mentioned that someone named ‘Goku’ was on his way, but obviously not here yet. Gohan...Goku...hmmm...I’ll bet Gohan is the son that was kidnapped a year ago by Radditz. Which means, Goku could be Kakarot. I’d have to review the recording to confirm, but...I think I remember that mixup in the names.

“Okay.” Gohan replies, cutting my train of thought off. The air grows tense as the battle nears the start.

I for one am curious how this will play out. The Saibamen were around Radditz’s power level, so unless the Namekian and his friends have trained and raised their levels a decent amount, I doubt this fight will last long.

Despite knowing he’s against us, I almost want to protect Gohan. He’s too young to be fighting in real battles, even if he has a rather impressive power level for his age.

There’s just something about him that makes me want to make sure he’s okay.

But I know I can’t show this outwardly, so all I can do is watch and hope Piccolo and the other earthling protect him if things get bad, which they more than likely are.

After all, their power levels just weren’t comparable to ours and I seriously doubt they can match the Saibamen, either. I hate watching uneven matches like this. But I don’t really have a choice, so I prepare myself mentally.

This might get bloody.

These chapters will only be as long as the episodes go, so I cover what the episode covers, okay? I hope you guys are liking this story so far! I know I’m having a lot of fun writing it.

Okay, time skip info! Um, I think it’s about another 5-6 months, then maybe ten minutes after the Saiyans land til the meeting of Piccolo, Gohan, Krillan, Vegeta, Sarada, and Nappa.

The power levels of the Saiyans haven’t changed, so Sarada is still around 17500 or so. Now, Nappa mentioned the power levels of Piccolo, Gohan, and Krillan, so I don’t have to put it here.

Anyway, hope you are looking forward to the next chapter! :)

#Fanfiction #Dragonball z #DBZ #OC Insertion Series #OC #Original Character #Original Female Character #OC/Canon #Sarada (My OC)#Piccolo #Vegeta #Goku #Bulma #Piccolo/Sarada #Piccolo/OC #Vegebul #Gochi #Vegeta/Bulma #Goku/Chichi

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sansfangirl4life-blog · 6 years

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Remnants Part 1

So...this is a short story based off some art my friend ReineofAbberants on DeviantArt did :3 This is post Pacifist Undertale btw. :3 Do enjoy!!!!

Remnants

He curled tighter on his messy bed, gripping at himself as the very shadows seemed to grip at him. No....nononononononono go away...y...you're....

"Come now...." A voice whispered, the sound like bubbling tar and death whispered against his skull. He covered his head as the shadows curled around him. Large, thin, bone white hands gripped at his shaking shoulders. "You know what to do..."

No....no you're dead.....dead! Leave....leave me be..... He gripped his skull tighter, scratching at it and leaving marks. You....you're gone...

"Gone? Oh...my dear Sans...." He shivered as his name was spoken and he felt a hand trail his spine. "I am never gone...you cannot be rid of me..." A face loomed from the dripping shadows, blank at first, but features seemed to crack on the surface, a twisted smile and one, wide eye. "I will have you...."

"NO!!!" Sans's eyes snapped open, his left eye aflame and glowing as he shot up, his chest heaving painfully. He gripped his chest as his breaths came in harsh pants. His Soul glowed slightly from under his plain white t-shirt. A....a dream.....bad dream..... He thought and looked down at his trembling hands. Right....surface.....no more Resets....safe.... He slowly moved and placed his socked feet on the floor, burying his face in his hands. He can't come here....he isn't here..... He stood and grabbed his blue hoodie and slipped on his pink slippers, small white eyelights gazing out the window. Been six months.....

He stretched and opened the window to his room, a cool, summer breeze filtering into his trashy room. His mattress was new, but still laying on the floor, fresh sheets on the bed, crinkled from his tossing and turning. He sighed and looked up at the moon shining brightly in the sky. I need some fresh air...yeah. That'll help. He teleported out of his room, unaware of the shadows that had slowly moved towards his feet.

Soon, my dear Sans......soon.

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Frisk looked at Sans worriedly as he walked with their small group. Frisk had invited everyone to go to the park and he looked at Sans as the shorter skeleton seemed to slump. "Are you ok Sans?"

"H-Huh?" Sans turned to him, dark circles under his eye sockets. "Yeah kiddo, I'm 'Sanssational.'"

"Oh my god Sans!" Papyrus called from the front of the group. "Enough of your insufferable puns!" Frisk giggled and Sans smiled. Undyne was ahead with Alphys on her shoulders, Toriel smiling and patting Papyrus as he groaned from yet another pun.

"Sorry Paps." Sans yawned and stretched lazily. Frisk gave Sans a worried glance and he chuckled. "Aww, don't worry kiddo. I'm just being my usual, lazy se-"

"Sans...." He locked up as a soft, gentle voice rang in his skull. "Look...this human has the Determination I need..."

No....no you're....not here....

"Sans?"

"Oh come now, my dear Sans.....did you truly think I was some bad dream?" Frisk took Sans's hand worriedly and he jumped a bit, yanking his hand away. "Look at him....I need it Sans..."

No...get out...of my head!!!

"Sans, are you really ok?" Sans's head snapped up and he looked at Frisk. The small boy tilted his head, and for a brief moment, Sans watched soft, brown eyes flicker red and the world around him shifted into that long, golden corridor. "You don't look good...."

"I...I'm f-"

"You see it, don't you Sans? This child could, at any time....become a threat...." Sans trembled, his bones shaking as his left eye slowly began to glow. "But we can stop that....stop this child from Resetting this world...permanently."

"Sans, you're hurting me!" Sans blinked and he looked down, his hand gripping hard onto Frisk's small shoulder. Black tendrils had coiled around his wrist, but they swiftly evaporated in the summer sun. "Sans....you really don't look good. Do you need to go home?" Sans shook a bit as the others watched him from a distance. "Sans-"

"Yeah....sorry kiddo." Sans pat his head gently, his hands trembling. "I...I just need some sleep ok?" Frisk nodded and smiled. "See ya later, alright?" He focused on teleporting, but the moment he felt his body enter the Void, something black and tar like grabbed his leg. Wh-what?! No!

"Do not try to flee from me Sans....."

Get off of me!!!! Sans struggled in the darkness of the Void, panic filling his Soul. Damn...damn! Fearfully he reached for a small opening in the Void and fell into it, crashing hard into the wall. He scrambled and kicked at the writhing tentacle that had grabbed him, watching it squirm and flail before fizzing away. "Gross....just....yuck..." He sighed and stood shakily, brushing his shorts off and looking around. Hey...wait....

He walked over to the nearby wall and flipped the switch. The light flickered on, dim from not being used in a long time. "My....lab?" Sure enough, the room around him was one he knew all too well. He dragged his fingers along the desk, dust sticking to bone as some fluttered in the air. "So I'm in Snowdin." He took a shaky breath and zipped his hoodie up. "It's cold here...chilled to the bone, eh?" He chuckled a little, trying to calm his nerves.

He brushed the dust off of an old blueprint that was sitting on the desk, they symbols strange but easily discernable by him. "Why here? Why did I teleport here?"

"Because I need you here." Sans jumped and turned around, his eye flaring. The wall near him held a tall, shadowy shape, a left purple eye glowing with fury and malice. The shadow itself seemed to drip onto the floor. "I need you Sans...."

"Screw you!" Sans raised his hand and fired at the wall, bones piercing it. The shadow chuckled, the sound reverberating through the small room. Sans covered his head as the shadow vanished from his sight. "What do you want?!"

"Come now, my dear Sans..." Sans felt hands slide on his shoulders and he spun around, aiming a bone at the wall, only to pierce the air. "You know exactly what I want....only now I have an additional...requirement." Sans felt something wrap around his wrists and ankles, lifting him into the air. The shadow merged from the wall, a white face grinning and looking down at him. "I require the human."

"I'll rot in Hell before I let you lay one damned finger on his head!" Sans snapped. He tried to summon a Blaster, but a tendril shot out, shattering it instantly. Shit!

"Heh, coming from one of the laziest monsters in the entire Underground? Oh how you've changed Sans..." Hands appeared and forced Sans to look up into the figure's singular, purple eye. "You used to be so filled with hope and life....then after the atrocious crime you caused-"

"No! That was all you!" Sans snarled, baring his teeth angrily at the figure. "I won't let-mmmph!!!!!" Tendrils wrapped tightly around his mouth, and his left eye flared with fury.

"So rude to interrupt." The figure chuckled, but there was no humor in its tone. "However it turned out....I was cursed into that pit of darkness." Sans struggled as the figure moved towards the curtained, broken machine at the end of the room. Fear filled his bones and he struggled more, his Soul glowing brightly in his chest. "I have seen things you can only imagine my dear Sans....things you would never wish to see."

Sans managed to break free when bones shot from the ground, destroying the tendrils. The curtain blew off, a dim black glow coming from the large, glass structure. Sans got to his feet in a vain attempt to run, but tendrils shot out, tripping him up. "I have gained a sort of....control over the Void. But I cannot interact with the worlds and timelines I have born witness to." Sans dug his fingers into the tiled floor, struggling as he was dragged. Blood leaked from his fingertips as he clawed desperately at the floor. More tendrils shot out, some gripping the edges of his eye sockets, others covering his mouth before he had the chance to scream. "But I learned something...interesting. There was one being I could interact with...aside from that little boy."

Sans was yanked hard, his fingers releasing their death grip on the floor as he was thrown inside the large, glass machine. He slammed against the machine, his screams blocked by the thick glass. The figures face split into a large grin, his head tilting at an unnatural angle. "That those with even the tiniest shard of my scattered Soul.....can be used. Isn't that a wonderful coincidence, my dear Sans?" A finger pressed a large, red button and the figure moved into the machine as it whirred to life. "Now then....shall we?"

The large machine sparked and groaned as Sans felt a tar like substance slowly engulf his body. He struggled against it, his eye lights filled with unbridled horror. Sans let out a loud scream...…

.........But nobody came.

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"Do not worry tiny Frisk!" Papyrus smiled as they headed home, the sun setting behind them. "I am quite positive that Sans is ok!"

"I dunno Pappy...I mean, he didn't look really good...." Frisk mumbled, wringing his hands anxiously. Toriel placed a gentle paw on his shoulder, giving him a warm smile. "Mama..."

"It will be alright Frisk. We've only been on the Surface for half a year...perhaps he is just exhausted." Toriel's gentle voice soothed the worry in Frisk's Soul and he suddenly felt himself being lifted into the air, placed in a choke hold and noogied. "Undyne!"

"Ngaaahh! Don't you worry about that lazy sack of bones Friskster!" Undyne said, grinning. "I'm sure he just didn't wanna walk around!"

"I-I-I don't know U-Undyne..." Alphys pointed out worriedly. "H-He had been looking and acting odd lately....I-I agree with Frisk here...." Frisk was put down and Alphys hugged him. "B-But if Sans wasn't well.....Papyrus w-w-w-would have made him stay home."

"That is right! I am very good at telling when my brother is more lazy than normal!" Papyrus pounded his chest proudly. They opened the door and entered the living room, only to be greeted by Sans standing there. "Sans! Why are you not in bed?!"

"Aww, maybe he felt guilty for leaving?" Toriel smiled a little as they all walked further into the living room. Sans remained motionless, his face looking downward. "Sans?"

"....You're back a bit early...." Sans's voice was low and quiet, and it made Frisk shudder slightly.

"W-W-well Frisk was worried about you!" Alphys said. "S-So-"

"He was....that's nice..." The group moved a little closer to Sans, curious and worried. "Makes this...easier."

"Sans?" Black sludge dripped onto the ground and he looked up at Frisk. "Guys! Mo-" Tendrils shot out from under Sans's feet and slammed against the group, sending them flying to separate corners of the room. "No!" Frisk went to run after them when sharp, black, dripping bones formed around him like a cage.

"And where do you think you are going?" The voice seemed to echo from Sans, but he didn't show signs of speaking. "I need you, little human child...."

"Who are you?! You're not Sans!" Frisk narrowed his eyes, his red Soul glowing in his chest. "What do you want?!"

"Rather observant....and that face of yours shows your Determination easily, if the glow of your Soul did not." Sans floated softly off the ground as he moved closer to the cage. "However....you are wrong. I am Sans.....and he is me."

"Sans!" Sans tilted his head and moved aside with ease as a blue spear shot out.

"Hmph, Undyne...his memories show that you are quite the strong monster..." Sans floated backwards and looked up at her. His left eye glowed and flashed, rows of bone forming in front of her. She dodged and hopped on the couch, leaping off of it with a spear in her hand. "But you are arrogant." A tendril came at her side and coiled around her tightly and she grit her teeth, struggling to break free. "And a fool."

"Sans, let the human go!" Sans turned his head to see Papyrus looking at them with worry. For a moment, Sans hesitated before another tendril coiled around Papyrus, lifting him high up as well. "Brother pl-"

"Papyrus....he truly does care for you." A low, gurgling laugh made its way from Sans's throat as his right eye seemed to bleed with black sludge. "A pity he is not awake right now..."

"L-Let them-" Alphys was grabbed before she could reach for a small remote, the device being crushed as it was tossed against a wall.

"Ah, Alphys." Before he could finish speaking, a fire pillar formed in front of him and he took a step back. "Well..." He turned and his grin widened, head tilting. "Your Majesty....it is an honor."

"You...I do not know who you are or what you want, but you will release my child and my family!" Toriel's face was pulled into a snarl, fire swirling around her feet and engulfing her right hand. She screamed and flung flames at the cage around Frisk and rushed at Sans, both hands engulfed in flames. "RELEASE THEM!" She halted when Frisk was held in front of him, a ghostly white hand around Frisk's neck, squeezing tight. "Frisk-"

"I do not need the human in perfect condition, your Majesty." Sans grinned, another hand petting Frisk's head. "So go on ahead....I have never seen flames melt skin from muscle and bone." Toriel faltered long enough for a tendril to coil tightly around her, snuffing the flames from her hands.

"Mom!" Frisk struggled as his family were slammed hard on the ground. "No! No, stop it!" Tears streamed down his face as he watched the others get constantly slammed on the ground. "Please...please stop....stop...."

"Then you will come with me." Their limp bodies were lifted and sharp, black bones were positioned in front of their chests, each of their Souls shining before it. "Or I will wipe them out, one at a time." Frisk sobbed as Sans threw them all towards the other end of the living room, his left eye glowing. "We are leaving."

"F..Frisk....." Toriel struggled to sit up as Frisk reached for her, tears streaming down his cheeks as Sans's tight grip prevented him from moving.

"Mommy! MOMMY!!!" Frisk screamed as they both vanished, leaving the monsters alone in the house.

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Toriel and Papyrus went to work healing everyone's injuries. "What the hell is wrong with that stupid skeleton?!" Undyne pounded her fist against the carpet.

"Why I'm gonna-"

"I told you Undyne! That was not Sans!" Papyrus snapped, his fingers shaking. "It...it wasn't...there's no way...."

"Papyrus, sweetie, please calm down." Toriel said, her own voice shaking. "Let's focus on this right now."

"L-look at yourself M-Miss Toriel..." Alphys said. "You're st-t-ill hurt and-"

"I am fine." She said, finishing healing the small monster. "And I believe you Papyrus. Sans would never act that way. Something wasn't right."

"I don't give a shit who that was, I'm gonna-"

"Language please Undyne."

"Why the hell are you scolding me for that?! That stupid skeleton or whoever it was took Frisk!" She snapped, standing up and brushing her shoulders slightly.

"We have no idea where they went or what that...whoever wanted!" Alphys fidgeted where she stood, holding her tail. "Alph? Something wrong?"

"I-I...I may....have an idea....b-b-but...it's far fetched and....and I'm not certain..." Alphys admitted, trembling.

"Alphys, anything to help find my brother would be greatly appreciated!" Papyrus chimed in, walking over to her. Undyne placed a hand on her shoulder, Toriel on the other.

"Go ahead dear. What is it?" Alphys took a deep breath and nodded.

"S-Sans t-t-told me of someone once....s-someone he was...nervous about." Alphys said softly. "I-I don't remember him exactly....but Sans described to me what....what he can do....how he acts and speaks....." She sighed. "And...he would know the former Queen..."

"Alph, it's alright. You can tell us." Undyne smiled and she took another deep breath.

"His name was W.D. Gaster....well...Doctor W.D. Gaster. The former Royal Scientist."

#undertale #postpacifist #gaster #sans #toriel #frisk #papyrus #alphys #undynexalphys #fanfiction #sansfangirl4life

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sweetvengeancee · 7 years

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The only one (Ivar the Boneless x Reader)

Warnings : It’s kinda sad at the end; I didn’t mean for it to go this way but well... Also my English is bad heh. Word count: 3708.

I don’t know who I should tag, so I’m just going to tag those who always like/comment oon my stuff (let me know if you want to be removed/added).

@rachiieee , @sconniebelle , @dangerousvikings , @nothingbuthappydays , @lordavanti , @dani-si , @bitchccraft , @kirah34 , @ivartrash , @ivars-heathen , @thinemineours , @taintedlittlesweetpea

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon, here’s the full request:

“Hihi would it be possible if you could write a fic about being in a secret relationship with ivar but he has to marry someone else and because of this you have to break up but he still loves you and tries to get you back and you get hurt in battle and it all comes out you had a relationship and he does anything to make you feel better??? Ps this is 100% my favourite blog, you have the most amazing writing 💗💗💗 “

I changed it a bit… Like, they’re already not together at the beginning. I hope you do not mind!

I’m sorry this is shit, I’m not fully satisfied with it…

Part Two.

You can read my Alex imagines here and here. And my first Ivar imagine here.

Wrapping the thick brown fur tighter around your trembling body you let out a shaky breath, your eyes focused on the far horizon; on the deep sea that separated you from home. It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen your family, your friends. Were they alright? Were they safe and healthy? Those thoughts kept you awake at night, praying to the Gods being the only thing that kept you sane. But it was all for a good cause, or so you hoped.

You have joined Ivar’s army and followed him to England as soon as you’ve heard of his plan to avenge his father. He had refused to let you come at first. ‘Are you insane?!’ You remember him shouting straight to your face, a few droplets of his spit even hitting your red cheek. ‘You’re going to get yourself killed. I won’t allow it. I cannot lose you.’ Crawling out of your wooden cabin, he had left you utterly confused that day. Why would he still care?

But you being your stubborn self ignored his pleas and showed up at the deck on the morning they were sailing off – your sword in your belt and your shield on your back, ready to fight. With an exaggerated sigh he gave you a short nod, allowing you to get on the boat.

That was weeks ago, and now here you were – in a foreign country, sitting on the dirty and slightly wet grass, alone. You could hear laugher coming from the camp further in the forest, but you didn’t want to be there. You didn’t want to see him. His thick dark hair and wide blue eyes have been hunting you ever since before you left Kattegat. Ever since that night – the night he broke your heart and crushed your dreams. He had met someone else.

It wasn’t exactly how he had phrased it, of course. He explained he had to marry soon; and his eldest brother had found a girl who was willing to spend the rest of her life with Ivar the Boneless. You had almost laughed out loud as these words left his rosy lips. You would have been more than happy to marry him; and deep down you knew he knew it. But it seemed all these months together meant nothing to him. All these walks, all these hugs, all these kisses and all these nights spent in your little cabin that meant the world to you; meant absolutely nothing to him.

He had offered that you could still see each other; said that things did not have to change. But you couldn’t do it, you didn’t want to share the man you loved with some pretty blonde girl who has only arrived in Kattegat. You asked him to leave you alone that night, and after a few minutes of apologising he did – letting you cry yourself to sleep.

You’ve seen him around the village every day; and every day you pretended that everything was great while in reality your heart ached and every time your eyes met his you felt like it was being ripped straight out of your chest.

These feelings grew even worse when he started spending more time with her. She was beautiful, you couldn’t deny it. Her long blonde hair shone in the sunlight, her light blue eyes and her flawless skin gave her an angelic look that you surely did not have. She was a lady and you were a warrior. Your skin was scarred and your hair dirty most of the time, as you spent all of your free time training and learning new fighting skills. Yet you could still feel his eyes on you, watching you like a hawk. Observing your every move every time you would cross his path.

A loud shout followed by more drunken laughter brought you back to reality, back to England. Groaning you rose to your feet, hissing at how sore they felt as you took a few steps towards the deep voices emerging from the forest. Hiding your frozen face into the fur wrapped around you, you made your way to the camp slowly, dragging your feet in the cold mud.

All eyes were on you as soon as you emerged from behind a large pine, the fire illuminating your tired face and messy hair. You bowed your head as your gaze met Bjorn’s, him giving you a small nod before returning his attention to Ubbe. You could see Hvitserk and Sigurd from the corner of your eye; eating and drinking ale. You wondered for a minute where Ivar was. Was he sleeping already? Or maybe just hiding in his tent? But as soon as the questions crossed your mind you got your answer, as you heard shuffling noises coming from your right.

You refused to look him in the eye thought, even as he murmured your name loud enough for only you to hear, begging you to stay. Swallowing the lump in your throat you marched towards your small private tent – the perks of being close to all the Ragnarssons.

He has been like this even since you’ve sailed off. Always nearby, asking you to hear him out whenever the two of you were alone. But you did not want to listen to him. It was too hard – having him right there, but not being able to touch him, love him like you used to. Who were you kidding? You still loved him, and you always would. But you couldn’t have him, not under these circumstances. Not when his soon-to-be wife was patiently waiting for him back home. You were not this kind of woman.

Branches cracked under your heavy boots, letting everyone know you were leaving even though you’ve just arrived. You thought you heard him let out a loud sight, but you weren’t sure anymore – your mind has been playing tricks on you these days. You always felt like someone was nearby, observing you. But when you turned around none was ever here.

Hvitserk called out your name, making you stop in your tracks and turn around. He offered you some food and with a gesture of his hand and a nod of his head asked you to sit next to him. He was concerned, you could tell. The way his brows furrowed and his lips formed a tight line gave it away. You knew they’ve all been worried about you ever since… ever since that night when Ivar left you.

But the worst part was that they didn’t even know what happened. Yours and Ivar’s relationship was a secret. None was aware of you two meeting every night; spending that time tangled under your sheets; breathing heavily as your bodies moved together. Not even his brothers. So when you started acting strangely – spending less time on the training grounds, avoiding them and barely speaking to them, the Ragnarssons got curious and started asking questions. But you always brushed them away with a small smile and a carefree wave of your hand, saying they wouldn’t understand.

Smiling at him, you shook your head slowly, declining his offer, and you could practically hear him sigh even from where you were standing, on the other side of the burning fire. You weren’t even that hungry but the way he looked at you, with pity, his eyes filled with what resembled sadness, made you feel uncomfortable and guilty. He was like a brother to you, they all were. And it pained you to see him like this, all because of you.

Closing your eyes for a second, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves before re-opening them again. Your heartbeat quickened as you noticed the youngest son of Ragnar sitting on the log next to his brother now. How did he even get there so quickly? With another slow puff, you smiled at Hvitserk once more before turning back around, leaving the group behind as fast as your aching legs would let you.

You had a long day ahead of you and needed to rest. If the weather conditions permitted it, your army was to attack tomorrow. You had to be ready.

Shouts and grumbles of impatient warriors woke you at an ungodly hour. Squinting your eyes, you peered to your left only to be met with nothing; like you did every morning for the last couple of months. It was automatic, really. A bad habit. One you couldn’t wait to get rid of.

Your night had been really short but eventful; filled with realistic dreams of the only man whom you did not wish to dream of anymore. You’ve woken up more than once, sweat pooling down your flushed face, shivers running down your spine as your eyes wandered around the dark shadows in a search of him. But he wasn’t here, and deep down you were grateful of that.

Throwing the furs off your body, you got up and immediately put on your armour. The smell of freshly roasted chicken reached your nostrils and as in on cue, your stomach grumbled. Peering out of your tent, you easily spotted where the mouth-watering scent came from and made your way there; greeting a few fellow Vikings on your way.

You sat near the shield maidens, not paying much attention to their conversation as you dig in; barely chewing before swallowing. You probably looked like Hvitserk at the moment, very unwomanly like, but you couldn’t care less. You were starving.

Deep in thought about the oncoming battle, you did not notice the man who a few feet away from you just as you reached for a second piece of meat. You did not feel his eyes on you; so soft and filled with love. He just sat there, silent. Taking in your features he had missed so much.

Leaving you was the hardest thing Ivar had to do in his life so far. He loved you, yet he left. Deep down, Ivar felt like he never was enough for you. So he believed leaving you was the best thing to do. He knew you would find someone new; someone who’d make you smile wider and laugh louder than he did. A nice Viking who would take good care of you; not an irritable and stubborn man like him. He believed you deserved to be with someone who would fill all of your desires and turn your life into dream. Not with a selfish young brat with a passion for murder and blood.

So when Bjorn introduced him to the blonde woman, a princess of some sort, he saw it as an opportunity. He did not love her like he loved you; he couldn’t even stand the woman. She was too fragile, too shy for him. She was weak and boring, always complaining about everything; while you were the strongest woman he has ever met, always with a smile plastered to her face. She was your polar opposite.

But he couldn’t marry a warrior; it was way too risky and complicated. So he went with Bjorn’s offer, and decided to marry the so-called princess.

Clearing his throat, he finally got your attention. Ivar smiled uncomfortably as the look of pure panic crossed your bright E/C eyes. But you did not budge and he sighed in relief, settling back in a more comfortable position with his legs thrown straight in front of him. He ran his hands up and down his tights, easing the pain. You diverted your eyes away from them as soon as you caught yourself staring, although you knew he did not mind. You’ve seen his legs on multiple occasions; he wasn’t ashamed of them in front of you.

Looking around you’ve only now noticed the few women who surrounded you only minutes ago were now gone and the closest person was a slave cleaning some armours, standing what seemed like miles away from the log you were sitting on.

Throwing the last chicken bone into the still burning fire, you cleaned your hands using your tunic. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears growing louder and faster, but you refused to move, to say anything.

What did he want? Didn’t he see how he was just making things more difficult by trying to get to you every single day? You could see him shuffle from the corner of your eye, his body moving an inch closer to yours. He took in a deep breath before opening his mouth.

“I don’t want you at the front of the line today, Y/N.” He said softly, making your brows furrow. You turned to face him and was met with the big blue eyes you’ve missed so much. But you could not believe what he was saying. You were one of his best warriors, always in the first row.

“What?” You asked, your breath short and voice sharp it made him gulp slowly, leaving you quite satisfied.

“I want you to stay back, only attack if you really have to.” You were beyond enraged by now. Standing up, you huffed and were ready to stamp off when he grabbed you tightly by the wrist, bringing your body closer to his. You gasped at the sudden movement, your messy hair falling into your eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt, love.” And as this word left his mouth, you lost it. The way his blue eyes bore into yours, the way his lips curved as his thumb caressed the dry skin of your wrist was way too much for you to handle on such a day.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, Ivar.” Breaking away from his grasp, you brought your hand to your chest holding it there as for a few more seconds you stared into his mesmerizing eyes. You gave him a stern look to which he responded with another small smile before you turned around, marching back towards your tent to get your shield and get ready to leave; blinking back the tears that threatened to spill down your puffy cheeks.

You were stubborn, extremely stubborn. And as much as Ivar wanted to yell at you from his chariot; chase you and reprimand you for disobeying his orders, he couldn’t. Instead he smiled a smile barely visible to the human eye. He was scared, terrified even. But also so proud of the warrior you had become.

He watched from afar as you ran among the others Vikings; your shield securely placed in front of you and your sword pointing towards the enemy. You looked furious; your body radiating such energy. He could practically hear you growl and see your eyes darken as you made your way to the front, slashing bodies on your way. His breath hitched as he saw the Saxon’s blood splash over your gorgeous face. A wicked smirk pulled at the corners of your lips as some of it reached your tongue, the metallic taste taking over your senses.

The way your body moved so freely, so naturally, got him in a trance. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. That is until Floki shouted his name, giving him an annoyed look before he took off, an axe in his hand.

The battle was in full swing, the Saxons defending themselves well; but Ivar had faith in his army. He had no doubt about their victory. His victory. His blue eyes shone with mischief as he watched his man slaughter the poor bastards, laughing occasionally as some of them begged for mercy on their knees.

He looked from his chariot as his army progressed leaving massacred, bloodied bodies behind. Screams, groans and the smell of blood filled the chilly air, leaving the prince grinning, satisfied. He felt at the top of the world, as if Odin himself was patting him on the back. His heart full with pride.

Defeated, the Saxons started to retreat, running away from the Heathen’s army as fast as their damaged physiques let them. Moving his chariot forward, Ivar smirked; his cheeks almost ached. He had led his people to victory.

But the moment was short lived as from the corner of his eye he saw the familiar mess of H/C hair, lying motionless on the ground. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he practically threw himself off the chariot, crawling his way over the dead bodies until he reached you.

Turning you around, his worried eyes examined your frame, his hands immediately moving up to cup your cold face. You were alive. He could feel your faint pulse under his thumb as he stroke it down your neck, letting him know that your heart was still beating. His breaths grew heavier and his hands clammy as he frantically looked around, silently praying to the Gods to send a healer your way.

A small whimper followed by a cough made him turn back to face you, his mouth hanging agape. Your beautiful E/C eyes fluttered open, focusing on him as you tried to push yourself up onto your elbows – but you gave up as soon as you tried, an agonizing pain taking over your left side. Looking down you noticed a dark patch of thick blood coating your tunic. You let your head fall back down, only for Ivar to catch it before it hit the hard ground.

“Don’t move.” He murmured as you reached for the wound with your free hand, chocking on his words. Your eyes met his once more and you couldn’t help but to smile at how concerned he looked.

“I’m alright.” You replied tiredly, coughing out some blood. Alarmed, Ivar brought your body closer to his; holding you to his chest as his hand moved to your side; covering the wound so you wouldn’t bleed out. Your head felt heavy and your mind dizzy; your vision blurred. Yawning, you decided to close your eyes only to open them seconds later as the blue-eyed Viking called your name.

“Don’t close your eyes.” His fingers played with your hair as he looked down at you, paying close attention to the sounds and expressions you made. What was he even on about? Furrowing your brows, you scoffed, burying your head into his warm chest. You could feel him yell more than you could hear it; his chest swelling up and vibrating as he called for help.

Heavy footsteps made the ground around you shake as you laid immobile in Ivar’s arms; breathing in and out, in and out slowly. You felt good, really. At peace. You were finally back in the arms of your lover; back where you belonged. A hint of guilt pinched at your heart as you remembered the princess back in Kattegat but it did not last long, as another pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your spent body; lifting you off Ivar’s lap.

And that’s when you realised you weren’t alright. Your whole body felt numb and cold. You could feel that the tip of your nose, your fingers and your toes were frozen. You could feel blood and saliva running down your exposed neck; the wound on your side opening up as the person carried you somewhere. You cried out, with all the force you had left. Screaming in agony as they placed you on a wooden floor.

“I’m right here, love.” His voice was trembling, soft yet filled with so many different emotions. Pain, fear, dread. He wasn’t ready to lose you. Not now, not ever. He was planning on talking to you after the battle, not letting you go until you listen to him this time. He wanted to tell you he was going to leave her, and be with you again.

He was going to hold you, kiss you and eventually make love you again, after all those months. It was all organised in his mind. You were supposed to go back to Kattegat together, and get married. You’d move in with him and start a family. He couldn’t care less about what his men or his brothers would say. He wanted you and only you. You were the right person for him.

But now here you were, lying in his arms again while his older brother drove the chariot to the camp. He was convinced everything would go back to normal, but once again he could feel it slip right through his fingers.

Tears filled your eyes as you watched him bite on his lower lip nervously. Were you going to die? Gods, you hoped not.

“I- Ivar.” You chocked out, groaning at how dry your throat felt. His focus was on you in a second, blue eyes boring into yours. You gave him a reassuring smile, your right hand moving up to his face. He did not try to stop you but moved his face into your palm instead. You felt him relax under your touch, your thumb tracing circles on his hot skin. He was so warm compared to you.

“Rest, Y/N. They’re going to take care of you.” He said and you swear you saw a single tear run down his cheek. You nodded your head slowly, relieving in his warmth and his sweet calming words. “I love you, Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

His words were the only thing keeping your head out of the water; giving you strength and will. You could only nod and hoped the way you looked up at him was enough to let him know that you loved him too.

The noise around you increased; voices and hushed grew louder – signalling you were almost there.

Taking one last glance at the man of your dreams, your lips curved into a small smile. You loved him; you trusted him with your whole life. You knew he was going to get you out of here; take good care of you.

Ivar’s hand found yours, squeezing it tightly – letting you know he was right here, and he would always be from now on. Closing your eyes, you finally let yourself relax knowing you were going to be taken care of. Knowing that when you open them again, the first thing you’ll see will be him and that you’ll never have to keep them away from him ever again.

A/N: I hope y’all weren’t expecting a great ending; you should know by now that I suck at these lol

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Fall In Love With Me; Nox

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“Hello there. I’m Nox Hethaway and lately my mind has been interested by a certain ‘test’ per say, known as the 36 questions to fall in love. The point of this test is to answer gradually more intimate questions about yourself, allowing for another soul to get to know you in a way they might not under certain circumstances. As the hopeless romantic that I am, I decided to participate in the test today in hopes that my answers might give insight as to who I am as a person, to my partners. After all, we’re bound to eachother’s hearts as the people that we are and to lay yourself vulnerable in front of another perhaps is the greatest gift one can give, no? For those who do decide to read this; Thank you. Now, without further ado, let’s begin this quiet journey. I’m going to have all my responses written in italics to make it easier to tell that it’s me who’s answering.”1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest? “This is a bit of a tough one, truthfully. When I first read the question I felt a little stumped and I still do. Most would perhaps guess my ex, but I have to say.. Perhaps the family that took me in before they tragically died in a fire. I think for one day at least, I would like for them to be here simply so I can show to them how far I’ve come. To me, the Hethaways will always be close to my heart, even if not in a physical sense. My mother’s dreamcatcher will always be hung above my bed though, and her lullabies will always linger in my mind. Haha! Sorry, you’ll find that I do tend to ramble a lot, I’m a fair bit of a thinker and it all tends to spill if you allow me to. But I’d love for my family- My first family to join me for dinner. Just one night to make them.. Proud.”2. Would you like to be famous? In what way? “Truth be told, I wouldn’t say that fame is for me. I’m the watchful girl that sees the world around her for what it is and I think I would like to stay that way. Of course running my manor means that some form of word will get around to individuals, yet I’m okay with that. So long as I get to keep providing a safe space for the non-human folk to stay, even if it’s for a week? I kind of like the idea that everyone who feels lost needs a place to stop once in a while, rest their weary head. I guess you could say I’m running a supernatural Bed and Breakfast but rather, free. My manor is open to anyone who wants or needs to stay; And I hope to keep that tradition for years upon years to come. So if that’s a way to get famous in a quiet sort of way, so be it.”3. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why? “Before a telephone call? Well it depends. If it’s an important call that requires formality then yes, I might rehearse what I’m going to say so I don’t make too much of a fool of myself. Some things simply need a formal way of attending to things. However if it’s a call to a friend or someone whom I care for deeply, then I’m less likely to rehearse, yes. When you care for others, you often find that you don’t need to rehearse words as they simply flow from your heart. And we know certain people say you should always listen to your heart, for your body will follow. Heh.”4. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you? “Ah, this is an interesting question though, don’t you think? Everyone has their definition of a perfect day.. I think for me, the fact that I get to be surrounded by my friends always makes for a perfect day. Yet if you want a more specific answer that’s a little more physical, a perfect day starts with hot chocolate for me, an open window in the summer to let fresh morning air in. The warmth of sunshine on my skin as I stretch myself, perhaps follow the Sun Salutation. Breakfast followed by working in my office for a little while; then I like to spend some time outside. Whether in the gardens or perhaps the forest, even a pleasant drive to the town the manor is located somewhat near to, makes for a perfect time to spend free time. Something new to find, something old to appreciate. A smile from someone

who needed their day brightened. A kind gesture to a stranger. A photograph of a beautiful sunset.. Or perhaps some time in front of a fireplace. There are many ways I could describe a perfect day to me, yet to have a little company I find always brightens my day, so long as it’s the right kind of company.” 5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else? “We all know I have the guilty pleasure of singing and humming oftentimes, especially with my guitar at hand. The last time was certainly earlier yesterday, I’m kind of a bit of a fan of Ophelia by Lumineers. I’ve also hummed my favourite lullaby while with Snowdrop earlier so I suppose that counts too? Even right now while I might not be singing, I have Wildfire by Seafret playing. It’s suitable; The video that they made for the song is actually based on these questions, too. Just a fun little tidbit.”6. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want? “Considering I am an immortal being, living up to such an age is more than easy so long as unfortunate events and cold doesn’t catch me offguard. However for the sake of the question, I’ll look at it from a human’s perspective. This question is an interesting one yet again to my immortality, however it has an interesting principle behind it as it is. If I retained my body, I’d be still ageing in mind; Which I suppose is the nearest to my current situations. A young body but constantly learning, constantly exploring the world around me, growing. They say that with age comes wisdom and I suppose one can explain it in such a way? However the idea of having a thirty year old mindset while the body grows old.. Does that mean the mind doesn’t mature? Or does it stay on a specific view of the world? I do not know how it is to be a thirty year old nor how a mind of one works so I can’t really work from experience here.. However in my personal opinion, I think the idea of one’s body not ageing and the mind growing in experience simply seems like the most befitting to me.”7. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die? “Well, didn’t this turn a corner quickly? While once more I am an immortal being and cannot die from old age, there are possibilities of me passing away from other disasters. I suppose if I was to die, the most likely would be one of my fatal fevers, especially if I come in contact with anything below zero (0) degrees celsius. [Roughly 32 degrees Fahrenheit. Freezing point.] It’s either that, or perhaps I’ve annoyed someone enough to end up in an unfavourable position. Using certain powers without having a source of sexual energy can also end up fairly lethal to me if I keep pushing myself over the limit.. Whatever it might be, I’d like to think I’m going to have a long and fruitful life though,- And if I was to pass on, that it would be honourably done so; Protecting those I care about. My friends, my family, my significant others.”8. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common. “This one is tricky, especially since this isn’t aimed at a partner specifically. So we’ll change this question for the time being; I’ll name the things I’d like to have common with my partner. Firstly, compassion. Compassion for those around seems to be something I care about greatly and I’d like to be able to share this with a partner; A warm understanding and want to help, care. Secondly, self awareness perhaps? The awareness that our actions affect us, the others- Awareness of who we are, where we belong in the world. Self awareness of what we can and can’t do. There is so much when one tries to pinpoint the words ‘Self-awareness’ and I like that; it means that the viewer can pick what it means to them. Thirdly, I’d like someone on the same wavelength as me. Someone who understands me on a deeper level. Perhaps that’s not so much a ‘trait’ of similarity as just that; having a similar.. Mindset? Maybe that’s a good way of putting it. I want someone who can walk equally with me down a road; As equals

with alike thoughts that can be shared and understood without a worry of a misunderstanding due to different mindsets and views of the world. It’s always saddening to an extend when another simply can’t see what you’re trying to show them. I certainly feel like I could ramble about this further, however I’ll spare you that for now.”9. For what in your life do you feel most grateful? “What I feel most grateful for? I think the fact I was given a second chance to be who I’m today. Or perhaps chances altogether. From when my first family took me in, to my ex reminding me something I should have not forgotten so easily; I feel like the world likes to give chances to those who are willing to make a difference, whether it’s for themselves or for others. I’m grateful I got a chance because it allowed me to be where I am here today, being able to freely talk about my experiences and spill my heart to you. Isn’t that the greatest gift?”10. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be? “It might feel a little typical to say this, and perhaps some would think I was lying, however I don’t think I would want to change anything about the way I was raised. The past is the past because it allows us to grow, teaches us the lessons we need in order to change our future. Yes, my life wasn’t always bright and dandy but I took those lessons and made something positive out of them. I think that’s what matters really, taking things and trying to make best do with what we have. If I had changed anything, even theoretically.. I don’t know how that would have changed my life. Even the smallest thing can have such an impact on our lives. I do hope that makes sense?”11. Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible. “Ah, I didn’t expect this question. Four minutes, huh? Well.. Alright. I was born from the eternal fires of my realm, a rather rare phenomenon that only happens every tens of years. I was abandoned by my kind in the human world after they realised I wasn’t like them, a succubus.- They decided to leave me in a downpour storm that would’ve killed a young baby like me if not for the fact I was taken in by an Elementalist family. Lived with them for five years, however they died in a rather horrible fire- Caused by my own kind. I spent a fair amount of time in care homes, not being able to settle until I was fourteen and ended up being fostered officially by Lucifer Morgen- I befriended his daughter two years prior and we had been inseparable. Add a few whimsical adventures of being thrown into realms without meaning to when I was sixteen and seventeen,- Then at eighteen I met Lucas. He was a huge turning point for me, a demise under an oak tree. Later I started developing my study of photography, earned my living while studying in university.. Owned a studio loft apartment for a while. After graduating from University, my foster father contacted me while asking if I wanted to take over the Morgen Manor. I accepted.. And here we are. All through my collage time I made friends with Charlie and Kassidy, whom I invited to live with me after realising the manor just didn’t feel right without them.. Then soon enough Harper joined and.. That’s my life and my closest friends, all under the roof of my manor. Oh, I also stopped ageing at twenty-one, but that’s a minor detail really. Now you know the fairly short version of my life.”12. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be? “As a serious or non-serious answer? As a non-serious answer, I always wanted wings. However not all Succubi have them, the only certain thing is having a tail with my kind. As a serious answer however, I suppose the ability to use my powers without having to gain sexual energy from a partner just so I could. While these days I’m a lot more comfortable with the idea of it, I still don’t want my partner to feel like I’m using them for their energy just so I can do things I usually hold myself from doing. Of course I don’t feel the need to have to use my

powers, although my younger self often worried about ‘What if I can’t protect the ones I love because I can’t depend on my powers?’ Otherwise, I’m actually really content with what I have.” 13. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know? “Huh.. Anything I’d want to know? I guess I do like the idea of knowing just how many people I was able to help, even with a simple smile and a kind word. Yet at the same time there is a satisfaction of not knowing such information too. The real question is; would I want to find anything out or would I walk past a crystal ball? A part of me likes to believe things happen for a reason so if I came across a crystal ball, surely it had to be for one reason or another and it would be a shame to lose such an opportunity. Yet a part of me feels like I don’t have anything I need to ask; I’m living in the now and not the past or future. I should focus instead on doing a positive impact on my surroundings, focus on keeping improving myself. If.. There was something I truly wanted to ask though, perhaps about myself.. It would be ‘Am I doing enough?’ I think that speaks it all.”14. Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it? “I’ve always dreamt of making a positive difference in the world. my past wasn’t the kindest and I’ve seen a lot of wrong left and right. However I’d like to say that I’ve been doing exactly what I’ve dreamt of doing all along, even if it took me a little time to figure out how to get there. If you had asked me this three years ago, I would’ve probably told you that the one thing I dreamt of doing, was being able to belong. I feel like I belong now though. I’ve found my place; A place where I can give others a place to belong, too. If that’s not an achievement of dreams, I don’t know what is. Perhaps as time goes by I’ll find a new dream to dream about. For now however, I’m happy growing what I have now.”15. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life? “Coming as far as I have, now. I feel like I have two; The obvious one being the manor that I own. Being able to provide a safe place to others, to make connections that might last lifetimes even if people come and go.. That to me is a huge accomplishment. That safety of being table to provide for others what I couldn’t quite have myself at first. The less obvious accomplishment is becoming who I am, now. it was a long journey to grow into the person you may find me now, especially over the last five years. But time and time again proved that if you’re really determined to do something, you will be able to; you just have to keep trying and not give up. I feel like allowing myself to be the kind hearted demon I am now; Or at least I hope to be in other’s eyes.. That’s something to be proud of. In the future and as I get older, I’ll gain more achievements. But I think no matter how old I get, I’ll always be the happiest knowing that I did my best; that I stopped hiding behind a wall of uncertainty and fear. Who I was five years ago isn’t who I am now.. Although that is a part of my journey. I learned, I grew and I now stand before you, hoping that who you see in your eyes is too, something to be proud of.. Perhaps inspiring too.16. What do you value most in a friendship? “This one’s fairly easy, yet it comes in more than one part. Honesty, forgiveness, care, compassion, understanding and communication. I feel like these go for any sort of relation however and are the fundamental bricks to any healthy bond we may hold. These traits will allow for beautiful flowers to bloom from the seeds sown in the beginning of an relationship whether platonic, familiar or romantic.. So long as one keeps such things in mind, I’m sure bonds will shine even in the darkest nights, just like little twinkling stars.”17. What is your most treasured memory? “I have many memories that mean a lot to me. My most treasured memory is a simple one though; Singing my favourite lullaby with my first mother. I.. Was quite the

crybaby you see, constantly getting emotional over everything. However whenever I had my hiccups, my mother used to take me in her hands- Or sometimes rock the cot gently to soothe me while singing the song which was made up of two nursery rhymes. Old British nursery rhymes you can still find called ‘Dandling’ rhymes. Even to this day I sing it, it helps me calm myself and reminds me I’m loved. Sometimes you can catch me humming it to others.. Whether I’m in a good mood or just want to comfort them.”18. What is your most terrible memory? “Most would expect the death of my family which had been a horrific event.. I was young however and didn’t have quite such an understanding of situations which perhaps saved me from suffering their loss so deeply; Although it was still a painful loss that weakens my heart. I’d have to say that the worst memory was losing my first love though, my ex. You could say it was a self sacrifice.. I was eighteen and fell in love with a beautiful gold-winged angel. However he had a curse on him; He wronged and had to make up for his ill actions to get the curse to break. How may you ask the curse was to be broken? I suppose he didn’t know until the moment it did in fact break.. We were under the oak tree of a park we often ventured into, deep into the park where not many would walk through. We got caught up in a moment I suppose, the love between us was clear even back then. I.. Revealed myself for who I was and he accepted me. I remember being so terrified because I had to hide who I was from the whole world. He made me realise that those who really care about you though, won’t judge *what* you are.. But rather *who*. It was a teary moment and we kissed. .. And broke the veto between his kind and mine. I was young and didn’t know those things existed.. As for him.. I- Don’t know if he ever did too. His curse broke; An act of true love. But in turn I also became his demise.. Moments later all that was left of him had been feathers; Golden feathers surrounded me with warmth and love like no other. It was bittersweet, I couldn’t save him, my atlantis. His death.. His goodbye.. He was in my life for a short time but it was powerful enough to change me. I wanted to become better for him; He taught me that those who cared wouldn’t make judgements on anything but who you were as a person, what was in your heart. And that hiding behind those walls I had put up over my childhood was only stopping people from seeing my true self. He told me he loved my smile; Something I barely did back then. I feel like in ways it would be hard to recognise me from back then. I think I still have a class photo somewhere..”19. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why? “There’s a certain person I’ve yet to tell I love them. When the time comes I will, however if I knew I’d die in one year.. I think I’d stop waiting for the right moment. I guess it’s a bit of hypocritical; If I know I’m doing this, then I should improve on it. I.. Think I would focus on finding someone to take over the Manor though, someone who could lead it like I want to. Perhaps I’d try stop being so worried about losing everything I have. I’m not sure, truthfully. Perhaps I’ve been so focused on other things that I’m blind to the things I’m lacking. Would I change anything? Maybe. Yet at the same time, I feel like the way I’m living now isn’t too bad. Perhaps I’d spend more time with those who mattered to me. Yes. Maybe I should focus on doing exactly that..”20. What does friendship mean to you? “Well, I’m sure subtle clues have hinted to the fact that friendship does indeed mean a lot to me. The bonds I’ve made with the girls who live with me.. They’re like sisters to me. Friendship is such a valuable and meaningful thing that people have the opportunity to forge, why miss out on it? People require a certain level of interaction and everything begins from friendship. We are pack animals after all and I don’t think we can change that, no matter how much we’d like to deny those

facts. Friendship is a beautiful gift that means you get to share your happiness and burdens together, you allow each-other to balance one another and to cause smiles, laughter. Friendship is beautiful in its own way, something that should be more than okay to seek for in a lifetime.”21. What roles do love and affection play in your life? “I am a hopeless romantic, so I’m sure that explains plenty as it is. I feel like to openly show love and affection to those around you is important though, especially since it;s a way of letting them know you care; whether vocally or physically. We all crave some form of sweetness and I can’t say I don’t myself. I’m a pretty loving individual and I want to show it to those who come into my life.. Especially a significant other. I would also like to say that I do an okay job at that too, although there is always an opportunity to improve. Both have been important in the development of becoming who I am, and in turn I want to share the same love and affection in hopes it helps others too.”22. Alternate sharing something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items. “Yet again, this one is a bit tricky as this isn’t aimed at a partner per say. but rather whoever has the pleasant opportunity of coming across this. Perhaps I’ll mention things I usually see as a positive characteristic of another? I have to say that a person’s eyes are always enchanting to me. They are the windows to one’s soul and can tell so much about a person. Their lips; A give away to emotions with the opportunity for such a beautiful smile. Their heart; how they interact with another person and how empathic they can be of another being, the care they’re willing to give. Gestures; physical body language that shows kind deeds and kindness to another being and finally perhaps.. Someone’s words; They hold the power of changing someone’s day and life so when someone knows how to use them correctly, I simply can’t help but smile.”23. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s? “This comes in a few levels once more.. My first family was incredibly warm and kind, I had many siblings that treated me like I was one of them and not just someone they took in for the sake of it. They were the foundation of morality that I was able to gain the older I got, they were the first ones to show me just how kind people could really be, so long as they wished for it and worked at it. Most of my childhood hardened me for a while though, gave me a tough exterior that could be called cold and snappy. A lot of it wasn’t happy, no. I felt like I would never belong anywhere, I felt like no one would want me, that no matter where I went it would be the same story. In the time I was in care I went from care home to care home; It was the last one I stayed in the longest before my current family took me in. From then on I grew alright but.. Some things were hard to change and I still felt like I didn’t belong which caused a lot of weight. Valentine and Father did their best to make sure I felt like I was a part of them but it was tough, I was the illegitimate princess. I’d like to say we’re really close though and I do visit once in a while, even if I have my own place to take care of now. Valentine has always been a kind sister, even if she doesn’t come off as so to most. Father too is incredibly kind.. People often misunderstand him due to his own past mistakes. But he’s another proof that people can change if they want to. Altogether I feel happy and I feel like I’ve finally made bonds over the years I’ve lived. Sure, it wasn’t always easy but was it worth it? Yes.”24. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother? “I can only refer to my first mother, truthfully. As I wasn’t born by normal means of most demons, I don’t have a genetic mother really.. Just a fire that has burned since before the beginning of the realm I was born in. I’d like to say I had a great relationship with my first mother though, she took me and treated me as one

of her own despite the fact I was a demon and not related to her by blood. She was kind, caring and had such a large heart.. Even if my memory is weak, I still remember the kind deeds she did. They’re the reason I took the surname and carried it with me all my life- And hope to carry it with me for the rest of my life. To me, the definition of my surname is the family I had the privilege of being a part of.”25. Make three true “we” statements each. For instance, “We are both in this room feeling …” “Ah.. I’m not really sure how to answer this one really. I suppose I can start with.. We are both looking at these questions. Because we are. As this is being written, I’m gazing upon the questions I’m writing. Meanwhile as you’re reading, you’re too, looking at these questions. Now comes for more.. Speculating ones. We are both open to one another. I’m open to you as the writer, sharing my thoughts with you, and you’re open to me, allowing yourself to go through the information and giving me a chance to show you what I am about as a person. For that, thank you. Thirdly.. I’d like to say that we’re both connected to one another in some form by now. I’ve made it to answering the twenty-fifth question of this long test of a sort, while you’ve made it to reading this very question, too. You’ve read the ramblings I’ve willingly shared with you in hopes that you’ll understand me a little more.. And I can only hope that you feel some form of a tender connection to me as I feel to you, the one reading this. I know this is only one sided in terms of questions being answered, yet I hope what you’ve read made you think, too. In any case, I’d like to say we’ve both had an effect on one another, no?”26. Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share …” “I wish I had someone with whom I could share the beauty that is humanity. I know this one might seem a little confusing to most, however when I sit atop rooftops at night and watch little windows light up, people walking by.. Traffic. I find the world to be so beautiful, full of mystery, magic and life. Little universes in every window spinning and creating something bigger. That’s the kind of magic I want to share with another, even if just for a little while.”27. If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know. “I’m not perfect, I’m far from it. And I know that the idea of being near a succubi is scary. However I’d like you to know that I’m trying to be what I hope is a good person. Sometimes I’ll mistakes, sometimes I’ll mess up and sometimes I won’t be perfect. But isn’t that simply what humanity is so perfectly imperfect for? The definition of being human, to make mistakes and learn from them. So long as you’re willing to be patient with me, I’ll do my best to show you that the spark I carry within myself is worth staying by my side.”28. Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you’ve just met. “Ah, quite a few partner questions. Well.. I like the fact you made it this far and were willing to read all I’ve written just to get to know me more. I like the fact that you’ve decided to hold on and that you had the determination and interest to get this far. But I also like the fact you’re alive. That might not seem like a big deal to many in retrospect, but to me the fact that you’re alive is a beautiful thing that should be treasured. I like the fact you can listen. I like the fact that you have so many possibilities. I like the fact that you are humane. I like the fact that you can learn from mistakes, too. I love the fact you are capable of so much. I know all these might seem a little strange because they might seem like vague answers but.. I like the fact that whoever you might be reading this, you’re here reading each odd compliment I’ve offered you. And I hope you smiled too, because I’m sure it’s a beautiful one.29. Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life. “I have a fair amount

of embarrassing moments that mostly were caused by my tail. See before I had a better control of it, it would appear a lot whenever my emotions got out of hand. Which you can imagine was often enough when I was a young and slightly hormonal teenager, not to mention a rebellious child. One time I had to hide in the kitchen cupboard of one of the carehomes I lived in because someone was coming and I frustrated myself enough over a spilled drink that my tail popped up and I tripped over it. The worst part is that while yes, I managed to make my tail disappear, I ended up getting my leg stuck in the plumbing. It was.. Embarrassing to say the least. I got it out safely as you can see, they had to unscrew a few pipes but.. I certainly learned not to climb in cupboards under sinks after that.”30. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself? “When I cried last? It must’ve been a week ago or so, things were a bit shaky and I was fairly worried about the on-goings in my current life. I’m never really alone, I have my mun who worries about me, but in a physical sense yes, I was by myself in my office. Sometimes it happens and it can’t be helped, I still cry easily enough although I might come off as a proper and formal female at first. It shows that people have many sides to them.”31. Tell your partner something that you like about them already “I feel like you have a good deal of patience to read all of this, and I feel that's a wonderful thing. I know not many would be willing to give their time to read the musings of another. I truly feel touched.”32. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about? “I feel like anything that might touch another individual in a negative way. There’s a lot of things in the world that shouldn’t be turned into a joke, especially since you don’t know another person’s past or who’s listening to you talk. As they say; you should treat others how you wish to be treated, even if you don’t think anyone is paying attention to you. You never know who’s ears are tuned into you.”33. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet? “Ah.. I.. I think I would regret a few things, honestly. I feel like I’d regret not telling Snowdrop that I do in fact love him, even if it doesn’t feel like the right time to say it yet. Even if someone knows, it’s still important to voice it out, huh? And Killian of course.. I never tell him enough about how proud of him I am. Or how much I really do care about him, even when things are quiet and busy. Or how much I adore my friends, my girls.. And how without them, I don’t think I would’ve been able to make the manor what it is. Being able to tell my mun how much I treasure her and my connection, how glad I am to have found her when I did. Sometimes we regret exactly that.. Not telling those who matter to us the most, that we love them, care about them and want to see them on a daily basis. Perhaps.. Really, maybe I should take this as advice.”34. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why? “Oh, this breaks my heart.. There are a few possessions that I have which it would truly hurt to lose, from the dreamcatcher my first mother gave me, to the feather I still hold onto from my ex.. Even the photo I took of a rose in a field of dandelions that holds my famous quote and a special meaning to those who are lucky to hear it from me. .. This really is a hard one, the idea of losing any of these three is.. Painful enough to make me a little teary eyed. All are unique and I know I won’t get my hands on any of them again if they were to perish in a fire. If I had the possibility to save all three, I would. But if not.. I think I would save the dreamcatcher. It’s all I have left of my first family after all and it holds its own little magic to me. I know I’ll always hold dear to the lessons my ex taught me,

and I know that I’ll forever have that quote in my mind. But the dreamcatcher is something I can’t give up.”35. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why? “Truthfully, Valentine. She’s been a dear sister to me and the idea of her not existing pains my heart. She works so hard with our father day by day so one day she can take over what he’s doing.. She’s a great and just person and.. Knowing that the girl who allowed me a new home was gone? That would destroy me in a way. .. Then again I would feel equally pained if I lost any of the three girls I live in. In a way, they are my family too, even if we’re not related by blood. I might not be related by blood, however relations forged by love are the ones that last longer than time itself.”36. Share a personal problem and ask your partner’s advice on how he or she might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen. “I’ve been struggling for the longest of time with the worry of feeling that I’m not good enough. That what I’m doing, how I’m living, the relations I hold with others.. That it’s simply not good enough no matter how I try; And in turn I fear that it will be what will cause me to end up alone. I’m not sure how to handle such fears, nor how to turn those thoughts around. I’m used to working by myself hard day by day, that as long as I keep going and handling things by myself, it’ll all be okay. Perhaps to the point where I coop myself up away from others, it seems.. Do you have any advice for me, on what I can do? .. I think it’s the strongest personal problem I have which I’m.. Scared to admit, however if we don’t face those fears, how are we supposed to grow? How do my feelings come across from this answer? I guess I appear to be scared but.. I’d like to know how you see my feelings in this situation.”“Thank you for reading to the end of this. If you want to leave words at the bottom of this, I’d be more than happy to read them. Whether comments about certain questions, or simply interacting with me.. Perhaps questions of your own. It’s all welcome.. And if not, thank you for taking the time out of your schedule to learn something about me and perhaps, even if just a little, fall in love with me.”

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