#hack san spoilers

[burningstarfishqueen]

Her parallel promises for him:

“I love you, Adrien. I won’t abandon you, ever.”

“I won’t abandon you, never, mon chaton.”

He’s afraid, but she will always be there for him, masked or bare.

#miraculous ladybug #adrinette #adrienette #ladynoir #marinette dupain-chang #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ml season 5 #ml s5 spoilers #ml hack san #ml season 4 #ml prétention #ml pretention #ml pretension #mercy #how do i spell it #ml prétention spoilers #possibly #ml pretension spoilers

[familyagrestefanblog]

I still can't believe how much "Kwamis choice" nuked a significant amount of the Ladynoir ending of "Hack-San". I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not gonna pretend like I'm mourning it but DAMN.

#ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #Ml season 5 #Ml season 4 #ml hack san #Ml Ladynoir #Ml Kwamis choice

[flightfoot]

Just finished your fic (it’s great, by the way!) and now it and the cataclysm confirmation in Destruction has me wondering what would have happened if Scarabella did act too late when Chat attacked her. Since she called a Lucky Charm right when he moved at her, whether she’s quicker or not would determine if it could even be reset by the Miraculous Cure.

Aw thanks! Here's the fic by the way, in case anyone wants to read it. It's about Alya having trauma after Chat Noir nearly Cataclysmed her in Hack-san, and along with Ladybug, going to Chat Noir to talk things out, and hopefully get to the point where she doesn't get triggered by seeing or talking too much about Cataclysms.

Note: this is NOT a saltfic. Alya understands why Chat attacked her, and doesn't really fault him for it. The fic's more focused around her emotions, treating Alya's feelings as being important, and having her friends help and value her. She, Ladybug, and Chat Noir are talking things out to hopefully stop a repeat of this from occurring, of someone else getting hurt, not as any sort of punishment against Chat.

Also there are hugs. Hugs are mandatory.

As for what might have happened if Scarabella had acted too late in Hack-san... hm. Thing is, either he would've Cataclysmed Scarabella, OR her Lucky Charm. In canon, he Cataclysmed her Lucky Charm, so he didn't actually hit her. If she hadn't gotten it up in time, then he'd have hit her and seriously injured her, but she would've been able to throw up her Lucky Charm and heal herself. Even if she hadn't called her Lucky Charm yet, she would've still been able to call it after she was hit, and heal herself that way.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #hack-san #ml destruction #alya cesaire #adrien agreste

[playertale-au]

[NOTICE] Thank you for the 300+ followers. To celebrate, bits of PLAYER!Tale AU concept( regarding Player) is shared

Reposting because Tumblr decided to post instead of saving it in drafts when I'm not even finished. Love you tumblr!  (╯ᐛ）╯︵ ┻━┻

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A/N: 

Oh, wow! We actually reach 300+ (as of now 310) followers!

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Thank you very much from the bottom of my heart, I’m glad all of you enjoyed the story despite my art not being that good. I actually wanted to draw for 250 followers but I didn’t realised we passed that milestone. 

Anyways! To celebrate, I wanted to share some concepts regarding the Player based on my memories, though sorry if there is like a black blotched in the drawing as that is considered as spoilers.

To start off, I began creating this AU maybe 5/6 years ago, on and off, (re-writing or removing some stuff along the way) I had loads of concept art and drawings back in 2019 but sadly those old arts were, ummm, forcedly deleted after a disagreement with someone I trusted, haha. The pain for a FT user in ibis paint. ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ

Then 2023, I wanted to move forward. So I decided to give it a shot and start drawing again. I wanted to share my AU (better late than ever),＼＼\(۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶//／／ and also I thought it will help overcome my fear of drawing and start liking to draw again.

Anyway, here we have Player’s design concept (+ explanation):

Version 1:

Player actually does not inhibit Frisk’s body, as they are not trap in the game, instead, they have their own “Avatar” basing on the data and sprites of Frisk and Chara. (The situation is more towards VR? AR? I’m not sure what to call it) The Player has their memories intact.

The story is just Player goofing around in Undertale, until plot happens, but I didn’t really like the idea as I have no clue how to progress the story forward, so the whole story was re-written.

Player mostly hack codes, while Frisk has the Reset/Reload button.

Initially, their eyes didn’t change colour when using abilities. But I wanted to distinguish what and when the abilities are used.

Version 2:

This is where, I decided that the Player actually inhibits Frisk body, though they are not amnesiac. Frisk is like a ghost (narrator?) here. The image above is post-skip version to maybe 1 year trapped in Undertale. This idea was scrap and rewritten due “Chara” ‘s story and I wanted to involved Gaster in the story. (Also, because I didn’t want to draw this version hairstyle anymore, hahaha (  ≧ᗜ≦))

Player has both the hacking and reset/reload abilities.

This version of Player is more uptight and serious.

Version 3:

I think this is like 2nd or 3rd version of the finalise concept. 

Our current Player. I made the hairstyle simpler.

This Player inhibits Frisk body and is amnesiac. The personality shifted so it’s easier for the player to act consistent. This version is more carefree than ver 2, they are similar to ver 1.

First design of the Player (ver 3).

Despite being ver 3, I wanted to keep a bit of the ver 1 and 2 hairstyle but decided not to. Again, I wanted a simpler hairstyle.

This personality is just them being stress and filled with anxiety. A nervous wreck and a crybaby. Cries a lot at the first arc until they pull themselves together. But I didn’t wanna make them cry all throughout the story, if I continued to write them like that, I might ended up smacking Player myself hahaha. I ended up toning down the personality. 

Gaster would have replace Frisk as the ghost (narrator?). But I decided not doing it, because it conflict with the plot. That, and the story would be over much quicker with him around.

Side note: I had to change the relationship between Sans and the Player(hate, confuse, no interaction, chill, idk? etc), a lot of times, but in the end I decided to make him not trust the Player. 

Previously in most iteration, he just hates Player.  I planned to have him to kill the Player the first time they exited the ruins, but decided to go against it as it doesn’t really fit his style. Also, the story would go very differently if he did commit to it. Maybe one day I can make him kill them. In an alternate timeline maybe. ꉂ (´∀｀)ʱªʱªʱª

Extras: Player in different outfits (loosely)based on the other fallen humans in this AU. (+ ruin outfit)

There is a reason, why the Player had worn some of these outfits in chapter 3 and 4. 

Don’t worry, it’s not originally the clothes worn by the other children, Toriel made them. She has spares. (Sorry, to the one that find it creepy, when it was first shown, hahahaha)

And, that’s all for now I am able to share, I wanted to show more, but I’m afraid, that’s already in the spoiler territory. 

Anyways-! Thank you again for the follow, each and every one of you are the best! And I hope you enjoyed the upcoming story! 

#PLAYER!Tale AU #Thank you all so much #no seriously #Spoilers? Maybe #PLAYER!Tale AU concept

[081314]

Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 3 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Chapter 3 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-44 to 7-50.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-44

Silver: Zzzz….zzzz…

Sebek: Zzzz……zzzz…..

Lilia: Zzzz…..zz….

Everyone: zzz……

Grim: zzz…...zzzz….

Ortho: ……………………

(Cyberspace)

Ortho: ….Aaah! ….Phew, I was finally able to break out of my gear! Since I uploaded my data using the school’s public WLAN network, it took quite a while.

(Beep)

Ortho: Thank goodness. Neither my AI program nor my memory appear to be crashing. And I was able to preserve all my recordings, as well.

(Ortho plays back his recording from the going away party)

Crowley: Draconia-kun!? Just what are you intending to do here!?

Grim: Yikes! All my fur’s standing on end!

(An alarm sounds)

Ortho: A rapid accumulation of blot has been detected within a 10 meter radius. A magical disaster emergency alert has been issued. Immediate evacuation and further precautionary measures are advised.

Crowley: A magical disaster!? Augh…. Everyone! I permit you to use offensive magic! Stop Draconia-kun!

Malleus: Stand back, you fools.

Lilia: Stop it, Malleus!! That’s enough!!

Malleus: O Spinning Wheel of Fate, spin thy thread of calamity. I, the King of the Abyss, shall bestow upon thee… a blessing.

Everyone: Zzzz…..zzz…..

(The recording ends)

Ortho: ….It appears that Malleus Draconia-san’s magic affected my magical reactor and caused my gear to shut down. It’s unbelievable… My armor is comprised of anti-magic materials that Styx developed, and yet his spell penetrated it like it was nothing… Just how strong is this guy…. The large amount of blot and magic activated the magical disaster emergency alert system I have installed in my gear, but…. Seeing as the network is in working order, that probably means the school facilities weren’t destroyed when he attacked. The timestamp on my crash report is 21:18…. I know my magical circuits got fried, but I don’t recall my gear getting destroyed. Since I transferred myself to the network in a panic, I wasn’t able to fully retrieve all of my data. I’m really worried about the other partygoers…. But first I have to make sure big brother is okay!

Episode 7-45

Idia: Zzzz…..zzz…..

Ortho: Big brother! Are you okay!? Oh, thank goodness! You don’t appear to be injured anywhere. Perhaps the effects from Malleus Draconia-san’s magic didn’t spread further than Diasomnia?

Idia: Zzz…..z….

Ortho: I’d normally hate to wake you up when you’re sleeping so peacefully…. But this is an emergency! First, I’ll just connect to the wireless speakers…. There. BIG BROTHER! SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAS HAPPENED! WAKE UP!

Idia: Zzzz…..zzzzz…. *mumbles*

Ortho: THIS REALLY ISN’T THE TIME TO BE GETTING SOME BEAUTY SLEEP! BIG BROOOTHEEEER!

Idia: Zzz….zzzz…..

Ortho: Fine, if it’s gonna be that way….

Ortho: Haaaah, haaah….! I tried transferring my data to my spare gears, but the magic circuits are fried in all of them, and I can’t even get them to move a single inch. Since I’m able to operate devices that just run on electricity, I tried playing some Precipice Moirai songs at a loud volume from the speakers in this room, and moving around the cleaning robots, but… ALL OF THEM HAD ZERO EFFECT!

Ortho: Big brother, normally, no matter how deeply you sleep… All somebody has to do is play Precipice Moirai’s hit single “Cut the Thread of Fate!” and you’ll fly out of bed and start doing that weird dance…  I can’t even pick up anything to throw at you. I feel like I’m more fleeting than a ghost right now…. I wonder if anyone else is awake? I’ll hack into the security cameras and take a look.

(Ignihiyde Dorm - Lounge)

Ortho: Ah, I think I see some people over there. As expected of Ignihyde students, some of them ended up not going to the party. I’ll just connect to the dorm’s speaker system and… HEEEY!

Ignihyde Students: ……..

Ortho: Hey! You two sitting in the dorm lounge. Could you please come to the housewarden’s room… Ah.

Ignihyde Students: Zzzz…..zzz….

Ortho: They’re asleep. Could it be…. All the “living people” in the school are…? This is unbelievable….. Did the effects from Malleus Draconia-san’s magic spread all the way to…. I’ll go outside and check.

(Main Street)

Ortho: !? …What is this? The whole school is covered in thorns. And there’s a thick fog of blot as far as the security camera can see…. …No way. Did it also reach outside the school?

(Town at the foot of the mountain)

Townspeople: Zzzzz…zzz….

(Royal Sword Academy)

Royal Sword Academy Students: Zzzzz….zzzz….

(Idia’s room)

Ortho: It’s not just within Night Raven College…. Everyone on Sage’s Island is… No, not just the people. The animals…. And the insects and the fish… Every living thing is asleep. And the only one awake is…. Me? He took the whole island under his control in a matter of seconds…. That’s insane. That’s, like, beyond using cheat codes. For the time being, I need to get off this island. I’ll utilize the submarine network cables and transfer my data over to Styx via the branch office they have in the Land of Dawning. Wait for me, big brother!

(Ortho disappears from the terminal in Idia’s room, and then reappears there a moment later)

Ortho: …Huh? I was trying to leave the island, so how come I ended up back here in big brother’s room? I’ll try again….!

(Ortho tries to leave again, and is sent back to the terminal)

Ortho: Uwaaah! There’s a powerful energy field covering the island, and even if I try to leave along the undersea cables, I keep being forced back here. It’s like the whole island is cut off from the rest of the world…. Huh?

Ortho: ….What? 21:18? No, that can’t be! It took me half an hour alone just to upload all my AI data to the network… And at least another half hour has passed since I came to big brother’s room. No, wait a second. …I’ve got screenshots of the clocks I saw when I was checking the security camera earlier. …I’ll just enlarge the images and stabilize the pixels…. All the clocks on the island read 21:18. Could it be that time has…. stopped on the island?

Episode 7-46

Ortho: Could it be that time has…. stopped on the island? And that’s why I keep being forced back here every time I try to leave? I-In other words, the spell that Malleus Draconia-San cast wasn’t for putting living beings to sleep, it was to suspend spacetime - suspend everything - within the domain his magic controls? That’s crazy! That kind of magic is the stuff of legends! It’s not something you see except for in history textbooks. Do mages who can control spacetime really exist? That’s… That’s the definition of a “living disaster”…………..

Ortho: What should I do? I feel like we… got dragged into something terrible. I need to contact Styx as soon as possible. But how? My gear won’t move, and I can’t get out via the internet. I’m certain that my magical disaster emergency alert activated just before Malleus-san’s magic did. As long as Styx was able to receive my alert, then… But what if… If Malleus-san’s magic doesn’t just suspend spacetime, but also has a damaging effect on a lifeform’s body and mind… Then there’s a possibility their bodies will begin to breakdown as they continue to sleep, as they won’t be able to replenish their nutritional stores. I can’t just wait around for help to arrive. But I don’t know that I can even do anything in this state, if I can’t even move my gear. …………….. No, wait a second. Big brother’s tablet…. It’s supposed to be able to connect to Styx’s experimental broadband satellite uplink.

Ortho: Since Sage’s Island is pretty isolated, big brother was worried about whether the school's network would hold up during an emergency…. And he was saying, “No matter what kind of natural disaster we get wrapped up in, the one thing I don’t wanna run out of is my dailies.” And so he secretly installed an antenna on that big tree that’s behind campus. I’ll use a remote control app that’s on big brother’s computer to boot up his tablet… Here goes! And then we just go into the network settings…. Ah!! It worked! It’s connected to the uplink! The connection speed is… E-Eww! It’s so slow!! It’s barely 1/10th as fast as a 4G cellular connection. I know big brother said before that it’s just an experimental unit, and not one for practical use, but still! This is slow as molasses! It’s worse than ADSL!! I’ve never in my life come across speeds this bad!

Ortho: And what’s worse, since there’s very few communications satellites I can use, I’ll only be able to connect to it for a few hours each day. I was just barely able to establish a connection just now, but I have no idea when it’ll get cut off. Oh, man…. My data is absolutely massive. Even if I’m lucky enough to be able to upload all my data up to the communications satellite….　Will I be able to make it to Styx’s private gateway? What if I get stranded up there in outer space… No, I have no other option. The only who can ride along those radio waves, get through that magical barrier, and escape this island is me, the AI. I have to go.

Idia: zzzzz…..zzzzzzzz… *mumbles*

Ortho: I’m going, big brother…. To space!

Episode 7-47

Styx Technician B: A magical disaster emergency alert has been received from LOD Area 9-40, timestamped 21:18! The sender’s ID is…. Magical Humanoid ORTHO! …!? Wait, what is this? The alert stops right at 21:18, and the transmission just ends there.

Styx Technician C: I’m pulling up the logs from the blot measurement devices in that LOD area. It appears a large-scale magical disaster has occurred on Sage’s Island.

Styx Technician B: The logs cut off immediately after the disaster occurred. Details on the extent of the damage are unknown.

Man wearing a Helmet: Did you say… Sage’s Island?

Technicians: Chief!

Styx Technician A: I see you’ve returned to headquarters.

Chief: Yes. We need to confirm the extent of the damage as soon as possible.

(beep beep)

Narrator: The number you are trying to call cannot be reached.

Chief: …..I can’t reach Idia’s phone, either. It’s possible he and Ortho got caught up in the disaster together. Contact the Magical Force office that’s on Sage’s Island.

Styx Technician A: Yes, sir! ……….Chief!

Chief: What is it?

Styx Technician A: I can’t get through to the office!

Styx Technician B: We’ve also tried contacting the police and fire departments and the private shipping companies on the island, but we’re not able to get through to any of them! We’re running into some sort of radio interference.

Chief: What!?

Styx Technician C: I’m accessing the latest aerial footage of Sage’s Island from our observation satellites! I’ll pull it up on the monitor.

Everyone: !?

Chief: What…. Is that? “Something” is…. completely covering Sage’s Island.

Styx Technician B: Based on the observation satellite’s magical optical sensor, it appears to be an energy field created by magic.

Chief: So there was a high concentration of blot at the time of the disaster, and the whole entire is covered in an energy field… It’s possible that the people on the island… that my sons are already…

Woman wearing a helmet: It’s alright. I’m confident they’re still alive.

Styx Technician C: Head engineer!

Chief: They’re still alive…. How can you be so sure, Head Engineer?

Head Engineer: It’s just the opinion of an engineer, based on the data we’ve been able to ascertain so far, Chief…. Is what I’d like to say. It’s my “mother’s hunch”, papa.

Chief: ….But I thought that engineers despise baseless “hunches” more than anything else?

Head Engineer: You could also argue that hunches are simply real time calculations based on all the experiences - all the “data” you’ve acquired so far. Pessimism won’t improve things one bit. Let’s all try to be a little positive here. You’re absolutely certain the emergency alert came from Ortho?

Styx Technician B: Correct. But we’ve had complete radio silence from him ever since.

Head Engineer: Hmm…. It’s possible either his gear was damaged, or that energy field is blocking his transmissions…. Don’t we have an experimental communications satellite we launched some time ago?

Styx Technician B: Huh? Ah, y-yes. But it’s far from being ready for practical use… Presently, we’re only using it to pick up the logs transmitted by blot measurement devices located in mountainous areas with poor reception.

Head Engineer: ….I see. It should work just fine, then.

Styx Technician B: It should work? My apologies, Head Engineer. But I’m not quite getting the big picture here….

Head Engineer: Can you send me the past three years of access logs for that satellite?

Styx Technician B: R-Right away.

Head Engineer: …I knew it! Looks like someone in LOD Area 9-40 has been hacking into the satellite for some time now. Maybe you think you covered up your tracks, but you can’t fool your mama! …….*sigh* Make sure you keep an eye on that communication satellite’s access logs.

Styx Technician B: U-Understood…. But, why?

Head Engineer: I’ve got a feeling a shooting star will be flying on by sometime soon.

Chief: Is that another one of your “mother’s hunches”, mom?

Head Engineer: No, Chief. This one is an “engineer’s hunch”.

Styx Technician A: Magical Special Operations unit Charon has reached the aerial perimeter above Sage’s Island.

Charon: Hepta Team reporting in. We have visual confirmation that Sage’s Island is inside the energy field, and we’re not seeing any damage to the residential areas.

Chief / Head Engineer: *sigh in relief*

Charon: We attempted making landfall on the island but were unable to breach the energy field. It’s too powerful.

Head Engineer: So you couldn’t even get through when you used the powered armor’s magic shield?

Charon: Affirmative. The target’s energy output surpasses what our magic shields can handle. One powered armor unit on auto-pilot mode was captured by the target. Additionally, the energy field appears to be gradually expanding.

Chief: Expanding?

Charon: Affirmative. The field’s perimeter is expanding at an approximate rate of 6-9 kilometers per hour and is encroaching into the surrounding waters.

Chief: Notify the Land of Dawning and have them issue an immediate evacuation warning to residents on the surrounding islands. 

Styx Technician A: Yes, sir. Right away.

Head Engineer: Get me an anchor into that energy field. I want to get a better idea of just what kinds of magical forces it’s comprised of.

Charon: Understood.

Chief: Those black thorns covering the island… Just where have I seen something like this before….

Head Engineer: Chief?

(An alarm blares)

Styx Technician B: !! We’ve received a transmission from that experimental communications satellite!

Head Engineer: It’s here! What’s the sender’s ID!?

Styx Technician B: It’s ORTHO!

Episode 7-48

(An alarm blares)

Styx Technician B: !! We’ve received a transmission from that experimental communications satellite!

Head Engineer: It’s here! What’s the sender’s ID!?

Styx Technician B: It’s ORTHO!

Ortho: Thi… is.. Or…. Styx… ….you copy…..

Head Engineer: Yes! He did it! I thought for certain your big bro would do something or other to ensure he’d always have internet access. So I figured he must’ve been the one hacking into that communications satellite all this time!

Chief: So Idia’s once again been doing as he pleases with Styx equipment, huh…. *sigh*

Head Engineer: Apply a digital filter and noise reduction on his transmission! And align the gateway’s antenna towards that satellite!

Ortho: Mayday, mayday. This is Ortho. Styx headquarters, do you copy?

Chief: Roger that. Can you hear me, Ortho?

Head Engineer: Or-kun! It’s mama!

Ortho: Dad! Mom! Oh, thank goodness. I finally made it through.

Head Engineer: Or-kun, are you hurt anywhere!? Is your big bro okay!? What the heck is that energy field?? Oh, it must’ve been so scary….!

Chief: Ahem! Please calm yourself a little bit, Head Engineer. Ortho, can you explain what’s going on for us?

Ortho: Yes. The files from my video recordings are really big, so I’ll just playback the audio.

Chief: ….I see. In short, that powerful energy field that’s surrounding Sage’s Island is being caused by Malleus Draconia’s magic - the crown prince of Briar Valley himself.

Ortho: Yeah. And his magic appears to be cutting off the island from the rest of the world… Even the passage of time there is under his control right now. And all the lifeforms within the barrier have been cast into a deep sleep.

Chief: …That déjà vu I was feeling earlier when I saw the island covered in black thorns… Now I get it. This spell bears a striking resemblance to the legends of the Thorn Fairy. I remember seeing illustrations of her powers in old literature. It makes sense to me, seeing as a fae was the one who cast the spell…. And since he’s descended from the Draconia family and all.

Head Engineer: Everything within that energy field is under his magic’s control…. “Domain Control”… It’s an ancient form of magic, where you can alter everything within the domain of your magic at will.

Chief: The fae have governed over the changes of the seasons and the upheavals in the planet’s crust ever since the age of myths. I’d heard that even now they utilize magic that’s connected to the planet, but this is…. This is beyond anything I could’ve imagined. For him to cast a spell of this scope…. There’s no doubt he must’ve overblotted in the process.

Ortho: My internal cameras only recorded up to the point when he activated his magic. But judging by the concentration of blot that I had detected right before my systems were shut down… There’s definitely a high possibility he’s overblotted.

Chief: And if that’s the case, we’ll just keep trying to constrain the expansion of his magical domain as much as we can. And once he burns through all his magic, then…

Head Engineer: Hold on a second. Some fae can draw in magical energy from nature around them, in addition to using their own internal magical stores. A prime example would be the fae who rule over the elements of fire and water. What if… What if Malleus also possesses such an ability?

Chief: You’re saying his spell would never be broken, and his magical domain would just continue to grow? If that’s the case, then it’s possible his domain could expand even beyond the Land of Dawning, and the whole world would eventually fall under his control…

Ortho: Oh, no. Don’t tell me…. That’s why he’s been slowly expanding his domain, little by little….?

Everyone: ………

Head Engineer: We working with way too little information right now….. Let’s contact Briar Valley and ask if they can provide us more data on Malleus Draconia.

Chief: I heard that the previous head of the family, Aidne Shroud, had a lot of difficulties when communicating with the Valley, but…. We’ll give it a shot. And we can’t just sit around waiting for them to respond. In the meantime, we need to work on rescuing the islanders.

Head Engineer: Top priority will be to figure out that energy field and try to find a way to force the spell to be broken, then.

Chief: But everything within Malleus’s magical domain is under his control, right? I fear it won’t be possible to even send the Charon inside.

Head Engineer: And that’s why we need to hurry and come up with something that can break through that energy field!

Chief: But even if you’re able to create such a device…. We have no idea what will happen once they enter his domain. The AI we have equipped in the powered armor that’s onsite has a hard time making ad hoc decisions. There’s no telling if they’ll be able to bring back any helpful data for us to analyze…

Head Engineer: That said, it’s way too dangerous to send in manned units. I’ll try asking the AI engineers if they can provide an upgrade for us, but…. Oooh, if only big bro were here right now!

Ortho: You guys should send me in.

Chief / Head Engineer: What!?

Ortho: As we speak, I’m the most advanced form of autonomous AI in the world. I’ll be able to accurately assess the situation and bring back the data you guys need. I know Malleus-san is an incredible fae who’s able to use disaster-level magic, but… I exist outside the realm of “Nature” that fae are able to interfere with. I’m a product of science that was created by man - by my genius big brother. My magical reactor plays the role of my gear’s heart, and as long it doesn’t shut down, then even Malleus Draconia-san’s magic won’t be able to overwrite my *program. As proof of that, just consider how I was able to escape from the barrier. Don’t you guys agree? But the gear I’ve got right now won’t operate within that energy field. So that’s why I’d like you to make me some new gear, mom. Gear I can use even inside Malleus-san’s domain!

Head Engineer: That’s way too dangerous! We haven’t even finished analyzing the composition of the energy field yet. Even if you’re able to get in, we have no idea if you’ll be able to come back again. And if your core gets destroyed before you’re able to transfer all your data, then you’ll…..!

Ortho: Huh, what’s going on? The reception out here’s getting bad…. Uh-oh, the satellite is passing into the planet’s shadow!

Head Engineer: What!? Now you hold on just a second, Or-kun!! We aren’t done talking yet!

Ortho: I’ll segment my configuration data and start sending it over to Styx in packets. I won’t be able to talk with you guys for a while, but… If you guys haven’t started making something for me by the time I come home… Me and “Cerberus” will see to it that all the sprinklers on the Island of Woe can’t be turned off. Okay, bye-bye!

(Ortho departs)

Chief: Ortho, wait!

Head Engineer: Or-kun! Geez! You’re going to be sorry, young man!

Styx Technician B: Audio communication has been blocked. Now downloading ORTHO’s configuration data from the communications satellite. Estimated time of completion…. 48 hours.

Chief: 48 hours, huh…. What do you think we should do, Head Engineer….? Huh? Head Engineer?

Styx Technician C: If you’re looking for the Head Engineer, she already left.

Styx Technician A: Staff from all technology development related departments are to report to Meeting Room 4 for a mandatory meeting.

Chief: *Sigh* Why are geniuses always like this…. Alright, then let’s go ahead and get started with whatever us average joes can do.

*He is saying “program” out loud and “consciousness” in the text.

Episode 7-49

(48 hours later)

(beep beep beep)

System Narrator: The download of ORTHO’s configuration data from the experimental communications satellite is now complete. Now initiating program recompilation. 48%....... 85%..... Complete.

Ortho: Aaah, I fiiiiinally made it back! Still feels like my data’s all jumbled up, though. The current time is 5 AM. I wonder what’s been going on with Sage’s Island? Big brother is…

Chief: …….Are you back, Ortho?

(The chief pops up from underneath the table)

Ortho: Uwaah! Dad, you scared me! You just crawled out from underneath the operator’s desk all of a sudden… What were you doing down there?

Chief: Our work has been going on and on and on, so I’ve just been staying overnight here at Styx HQ. I’m about to hop on a transport plane and head over to the temporary disaster response headquarters that’s been set up in the Land of Dawning.

Ortho: Have there been any changes in the situation while I’ve been uploading my data for the past 48 hours?

Chief: Styx was able to obtain assistance from the Magical Force and from Briar Valley’s royal family, and we tried getting through the energy field that Malleus Draconia created, but…. Neither our tech nor our magic made even the slightest dent. Whenever any humans or fae get too close to it, they get entangled in the thorns that cover the island and pulled into the energy field. We’ve got a wall of magical barriers setup around the island to try and prevent the domain from encroaching further into the sea…. But we haven’t been able to stop it completely. Even as we speak, it’s slowly continuing to expand. Sage’s Island is located quite far from the mainland, so we’ve avoided any extensive damage so far, but…. It’s only a matter of time, I fear.

Ortho: And what’s mom been up to?

Chief: She’s been holed up in Lab 1 the entire time.

Ortho: Does that mean she’s…

Head Engineer: You wait right there, Or-kun!! How many times has mama told you that you need to listen to people until they’re finished speaking! And you even had the nerve to threaten your own parents! You bad boy!

Ortho: Uhhhh… I’m really sorry.

Head Engineer: If you weren’t just floating around as a hologram right now you would’ve earned yourself quite the spanking, young man! But I’m proud of you for apologizing like you’re supposed to. Never forget: Honesty is the best policy! ……. It’s wonderful to have you back with us, and I’m so glad you made it safe and sound. Welcome home, Ortho.

Ortho: ….Yeah. I’m home.

Head Engineer: Alright. I’m ready if you are.

Ortho: Huh? Wait, so did you…

Head Engineer: Of course I did. I didn’t want you going and drenching the whole island with the sprinkler system, after all. Please come with me to the mainframe in Lab 1.

Episode 7-50

(Technology Development Department Lab 1)

Ortho: This is…!

Head Engineer: Anti-magical disaster gear, to be used in battle within magic domains. It’s specialized to defend against the system degradation caused by the domain. We named it…. “Cerberus Gear”!

Ortho: Woah…. And you made this in only 48 hours?

Chief: …Yes, and all the staff in the tech development department stayed up all night working on it.

Ortho: Now that you mention it, there’s a bunch of staff members lying down on the lab floor.

Head Engineer: Thank goodness the blueprints for your gear were stored on Idy-kun’s computer. All we ended up having to do was manufacture some supplementary special equipment and we were done. Without those blueprints, we wouldn’t have made it in time.

Ortho: No way! Mom, you hacked the ultra strong security system on big brother's computer!?

Head Engineer: Well, I didn’t have a choice! This is an emergency! And I didn’t look through any of the hidden folders he has password protected so it’s fine! ….We’ll just keep this a secret from big bro, okay?

Ortho: He’ll probably figure it out as soon as he sees this gear…..

Chief: Ahem! …Head Engineer, let’s wrap up the personal talk for now, and get back to work.

Head Engineer: Ah, my apologies. Then we’ll go ahead and get started with transferring ORTHO’s AI data into the new gear.

Head Engineer: How does it feel, Or-kun?

Ortho: It’s astounding, the way the energy is circulating throughout my body… It feels… Totally awesome!!

Head Engineer: Right!? Isn’t it super cool!? Mama thought you’d also look good in this kind of super sharp gear.

Ortho: Now that you mention it, the way this armor is styled is kinda different from how big brother normally designs my gear.

Head Engineer: Oh, if only I had more time. I could’ve made the area around the heat exhaust more compact… Everybody at Styx really put their heart into this. …Ahem. Now then… We’ll discuss your special mission you’ll be carrying out. You’ll be going headfirst into the magic disaster that’s taking place on Sage’s Island right now.

Ortho: Yes, ma’am!

Head Engineer: Support Droid units KB-RS01 and 02 will be accompanying you on your mission. These droids are equipped with a program adapted from the one used in the Cerberus System. They’ll help you search the island and will assist you in battle. After you breach the magic domain, that gear will operate for about twenty minutes, at most.

Ortho: Twenty minutes, huh. As long as I have at least that much time, then….!

Chief: You’re goal for this mission is not to subdue Malleus Draconia. You are to place an anchor within the domain that we can use to gather data for us to analyze, and then you are to return to headquarters immediately.

Ortho: Yes, sir!

Head Engineer: Finally, we’ll go over priority #1 in this mission.  …Listen to me well, Or-kun. You absolutely, positively, must not do anything reckless. If things get scary, if you don’t feel safe, then please, you need to fall back. You understand?

Ortho: Yeah, I understand!

Head Engineer: …Ooh, why can’t you always answer me like that. My goodness! I’m sure you already know what I’m talking about. You don’t ever listen to what mama and papa say. Why do boys have to be like this? I could have a hundred hearts, and I’d still be all frazzled at the end of the day. You really are just like your “big brothers”. Once you’ve made up your mind, there’s no stopping you.

Ortho: Mom…

Head Engineer: Come on, papa. You need to say something, too.

Chief: …Ortho. This is a really a problem that Styx and the Magical Force should be handling. There’s no need for you to go to that island and put yourself in danger. It’s okay… You really don’t have to go.

Ortho: Dad…. Thank you guys for always treating me like a real member of your family, even though I’m a humanoid. It makes me really happy. But I don’t want to see you guys lose your precious son. This is something that only I can do. And that’s why I have to go. And I will save big brother. This is my… This is “our” will.

Chief / Head Engineer: ………

Head Engineer: Or-kun, you’re one of our precious sons, too. Promise us you’ll come home safe.

Ortho: ….Okay. I promise.

Head Engineer: Good, then give us a hug. This hug will be our vow.

(Ortho and his parents hug)

Everyone: ……….

Ortho: Heh heh, now I’m fully charged and ready to go! I’ll be off now – to Sage’s Island, where big brother is waiting for me!

Part 1

Part 3

#ortho shroud #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst spoilers #twst jp #twisted wonderland #ruler of the abyss

[nezushisreunion]

Book 6 spoilers

Some Shroud thoughts

Someone I find very interesting in book 6 has to be Ortho, phantom Ortho to be more specific. Original Ortho and his relationship with our Ortho

Basically the ramblings of a crazy person about Shroud brothers

In the jp server, there is a line that ORTHO says "I wonder what else Ortho would do for nii-san." Which was changed in eng, "Ortho" was replaced with "I". It implies that ORTHO looks towards Ortho for advice, never receiving any as the dead cannot talk. ORTHO wants to be Ortho Shroud, or at least the best Ortho Shroud he could be so Idia wouldn't be sad anymore. Which makes his choice to end the world make sense, he wants to do it because Ortho Shroud would do it and also to make Idia happy again.

When Ortho and ORTHO meet, the original line was "pleasure to make your acquaintance, me" the kanji was "me" while the voice over said "Ortho" which I think is a pretty cool detail. Ortho accepts ORTHO as himself, and does not seem to resent him for taking his spot as Ortho Shroud.

Idia originally was against the idea of ending the world, it was until ORTHO calls him "nii-chan" instead of his usual "nii-san", desperate to get his brother back, Idia runs down to Tartaros. It is shown that Idia will do anything for Ortho in the attempts to make him happy, in his flashback, he hacks the security system so Ortho could have an adventure with his big brother, and once again he is doing something FOR Ortho to make him happy. Idia doesn't see the point in doing anything because nothing will change, he'll always be a Shroud, but if Ortho asked him, he'd run down several flights of stairs to grant his wish. Because whatever Ortho wants, Ortho gets.

My interpretation of that is because Idia understands his fate, he will have no freedom, ever. But his little brother didn't (I'll expand on that later), so in his attempts to keep his innocence, he will grant Ortho whatever he wants. If Ortho wants to go on an adventure, fine. If Ortho wants to reset the world, fine. Whatever made him happy.

I think Idia would've done the exact same for ORTHO, it was just because of his shock that he had acted like that to ORTHO, the situation of a cyber attack on the security system brought back unwanted memories, causing him to accidentally lash out at ORTHO. I believe Idia holds no real resentment to Ortho.

Now back to Ortho, in Idia's flashback, he said "why's that? I want us both to be!" In response to Idia saying he cannot be a hero but Ortho probably could. It implies that Ortho lacks the understanding that he's a Shroud and will never have freedom. He's still ignorant, a trait that Idia does not have. Which leads me to believe that Ortho doesn't fully understand the concept of phantoms, he doesn't understand that being his brother's phantom, he is hurting him. He doesn't understand that by being his brother's phantom, he is slowly killing his brother. Which just makes their dynamic so much more depressing

Now to the scene where Ortho and Idia talk, Ortho telling Idia to live for him. I have two interpretations of this scene, one is the popular one which is Ortho just wanting Idia to be happy. My second interpretation is just, Ortho pretending to be mature so his brother wouldn't be sad anymore. He knows that his brother was willing to die just for him, and he doesn't want that because his brother shouldn't suffer. I believe that because well, ghosts don't age, and Ortho still acts pretty childlike, he acts like he's 8 but also a mixture of the age he should've been, 16. I feel as if it's because he doesn't wish for Idia to worry anymore

But hey that's just a theory

#twisted wonderland #twst #ortho shroud #idia shroud #shroud brothers #dead ortho shroud #book 6 twst #ignihyde #rambles #i love the Shrouds guys you don't understand

[riftfic]

16. Together Apart

The final chapter before the epilogue.

Warnings: strong language, injury

Featured Characters: Sans, Chara/Frisk (Reader), Papyrus, Toriel

I had a really hard time choosing a moment to illustrate that wouldn't be a total spoiler, so I made this instead and buried another illustration in the chapter itself for payoff. I think the epilogue is going to have 3 illustrations? I might be a masochist.

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Drifting incorporeal beleaguered the mind like a lengthy shortcut. No breath. No sight. No sound. Sans sensed your presence near him, conjoined with a red ribbon of fate . . . or was it determination that bound you now? It didn't matter. What mattered was that you each refused to let the other go.

You recognized this sensory deprivation chamber. You had lived this way for years buried behind yellow carpals, detached from a truly compatible form. The only word that had ever come close to describing it was "limbo." It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, save for the tiresome pull at your resolve.

You could feel the time turner draining you, hungrier and hungrier. Even though your well of determination flowed ceaselessly, the machine very nearly outpaced you. Then, when the situation felt dire,  Sans' soul drew its attention away and allowed your supply to replenish. 

That greedy mechanism thought nothing of the lives fueling it. Just as it had guzzled down your determination, it drank dry from him. His determination did not rejuvenate as plentifully as yours; after all, he was only half the flesh and blood that grounded you. He still dusted when he fell. He still needed hope to survive. You refused to let it overdraft from him, as he had done for you.

It went on like this in an endless cycle. Whenever he nearly emptied, your determination caught fire and refilled his cup. Then he did the same for you, even if less impressively. Back and forth and back again, your collective determination fought valiantly, but slowly, steadily trickled down.

After what could have been years or seconds, that atrocity of metal and magic finally licked its lips with satisfaction. Your souls clung to one another, nearly spent, and yet determined to return to a world where you could forge ahead together. If the machine could listen, maybe it would take you there.

The white light finally dispersed into smaller and smaller fragments. The pieces drizzled in cold flakes from a crystal ceiling that looked nothing and everything like the stars. Snow. Sans stared up from where he lay and once again found it easy to imagine he soared through space. His head swam. His body felt stiff and immovable, pinned, though his arms wrapped around something warm. 

He dipped out of consciousness again. Though it felt like the blink of an eye, when he woke next the snow no longer fell, and a blanket of crystal white tucked him into a sharp and crooked bed. The warmth in his arms remained, though colder than before.

He clenched his eyes shut and grimaced. A cloud of dust and mist hacked its way out his mouth. He grunted to feel something jagged snaking between his ribs. Coughing only made it worse.

He turned his faded eye lights dizzily around him. Clearly he lay in Snowdin, though where or when escaped him. It took a moment to remember what had happened before the world went white, but when it finally returned to him, he bolted upright.

ouch.

That was a mistake. He huffed a gravelly breath and collapsed back into the rubble and snow that cocooned him. 

When he focused enough, he could make out what was left of the basement roof and the frame of his home in shambles. Fallen stalactites and crystals littered the ground among cracks in the earth. The machine stood resolutely where they had left it, though the lever had broken clean off and its monitor had shattered. 

He found the bravery to look down into his arms.

There you lay, alive, not spirited away into an alternate universe where you remained asleep forever under a golden flower garden. You must have fallen on top of him, your head where his stomach would be, your hands also bound to his sides. Albeit nearly as buried under plaster, wood, and other rubble, you breathed easily. 

"kid," he tried to say, but it hardly left him in a whisper. He shook you lightly instead. 

You didn't wake.

"frisk," he managed to force through whatever was stuck in his ribs. "wake up."

Your eyelids fluttered open. Pebbles once stones sprinkled off your head as you lifted it only inches. You took the same pause he had, calculating where you were, when you were. 

Sans' face split with a relieved smile when you moved. In the corner of your eye, you caught his expression and reflected it.

"We made it," you breathed with relief.

"sure did," he murmured. He coughed again and this time tasted a little magic. "shit."

"What's wrong?"

"mm . . . can't move," he hummed tiredly. "somethin's got me kabobbed in the ch . . . chest."

You also tried to sit up, but failed. The weight of what remained of his house pinned you down at the knees. You struggled just a moment longer, then dropped to rest your head against him wearily. Your soul ran nearly empty.

Sans' eyes felt heavy again. "you okay?" he murmured.

"Tired," you mumbled back. "Cold."

He nodded knowingly. The way his soul felt now, the ordeal must have pushed him just short of his limits. He couldn't imagine yours fared any better.

Slowly, painfully, he managed to free his arms from the wreckage. He pried the sleeves of his jacket off, then paused to catch his breath. Through clenched teeth, he mustered the strength to pull that indigo coat over his head amid a rain of snow and powder. He draped it gingerly across you like a blanket.

You had nearly fallen asleep again when its weight fell over you.

"don't worry, kiddo," you heard him wheeze faintly. "it's . . . gonna b . . . be . . ."

When he failed to continue, adrenaline sharpened your wits. You forced your eyes upward.

"Sans?"

He didn't answer.

You struggled upright again and pulled harder against the grave of debris gripping your legs in place. Sheets of wood and plaster slid away from you into the crossbeams of old rafters like a broken carapace. The rubble felt to cinch tighter around your legs. Just as you began to worry that moving did more harm than good, a crack and whump of falling bricks proved you right. 

The sensation that something had gone terribly wrong in your left leg shivered up your spine into the back of your head. It was a pitifully late messenger, warning you of the pain now flooding you with stars and dripping eyes. You cried out and collapsed under Sans’ jacket.

After a moment of gasping and crying, you remembered he needed you. You steeled your nerves. Shaking, you began peeling away pieces of the upper floor from his torso. The last block of wood revealed a jagged chunk of metal protruding from his core, straight through the bleeding heart graphic on his t-shirt. You worked your fingers into the fabric to rip it wider and see how you could fix this.

As the shirt split open, you realized this might be beyond your power to solve. The beam skewered his cavity at an angle from shoulder to hip, where it disappeared into that mess of a foundation. Though it had thankfully done its best to pass between the bone rather than through it, harsh abrasions tore across his ribcage and spine. A hairline fracture split three ribs and his collarbone where they met the sternum. His soul rested against the metal rod, slowly trickling cyan blue down the shaft. Its red interior had all but faded away, down to a faintly warm center. Its ruthless scars nearly faltered you.

You wrapped your trembling fingers around the icy metal and tugged outward slowly. Though he could not tell you if it hurt, the way his ribs clung to the rod and groaned like splintering wood gave you pause. Hadn’t you learned? What if moving it only made things worse?

You let go, and not entirely because you had meant to. Pain and weariness had surged in time to your pull on that harpoon, and the moment you braced to try again, you couldn’t hold onto anything anymore.

Every time you were aware enough to know it, you felt colder. At some point you must have slipped your arms into the sleeves of Sans’ coat and pulled the hood over your head. It slowed the inevitable chill that deepening pile of snow exhaled down your neck, but did not impede it altogether. You shivered, extremities tingling, numbing, burning.

You couldn't tell how much time passed. Nothing seemed to stir the air but the occasional flurry and the cold cave’s natural draft. The Underground sounded empty, and it very well could have been. The only comfort you found was in feeling Sans' bony body still lying whole beneath you, not dust, though not breathing either. A reassuring glimpse showed you that his soul no longer hemorrhaged magic, even if it glowed a little more dimly than before. 

In hours or days, voices finally stirred you back to the waking world through a thick fog. A warm light behind the wreckage mound flickered, tinting the darkness red. 

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You were too tired, too weak. To your relief, they found you anyway. Your vision swam as if that fire rounding the corner were a mirage. You recognized Grillby, leading Papyrus and Undyne through the dark among several more monsters and . . . humans?  

A flurry of sound rattled your head, difficult to parse when fading in and out of consciousness as you did. You picked out tense voices, the whirring of machinery, the hum of magic, the crunch and shuffle of loose debris as it was thrown around and stomped. Suddenly you could breathe better. Suddenly you were warmer, safer, bundled in arms of fire that sank deep into your skin with purpose. The pain in your leg had dulled, though your head and mouth felt like cotton in exchange.

Through the din of screeching metal, you heard a hard, ironclad snap. You watched two firelit silhouettes carefully set aside a long metal rod stained blue and red. A glow of green illuminated Undyne’s scowling face from below. She was crouched over Sans, grumbling insults and curses under her breath. You listened to her mutter something about the damn skeleton not knowing how to stay in one piece for five seconds.

“. . . It’s . . . okay,” breathed a crackling voice overhead. 

You lifted your eyes to a pair of glasses over an expressionless wall of fire. You noticed that colors like blue and wine red accented Grillby’s flames in a way you’d never seen before—not that you had spent much time with him outside a few weekends and nights Sans visited with friends.

“. . . He’s going to . . . make it,” he hissed. A pop and flurry of golden sparks punctuated his sentence. “. . . You’re both . . . safe now.”

You hadn’t known you needed calming until those words spread through your soul like honey in hot tea. You breathed and relaxed, and in his arms you fell asleep more deeply than you had since lying in your old bed at the foot of Mount Ebott.

Through a third story window in Fresco Community Regional Hospital, North Medical Plaza, sunlight dappled in rays through palms and the near branches of a flowering tree. Birds chirped and twittered in an array of calls, from mockingbirds to sparrows and goldfinches. The occasional roll of tires on concrete, a humming engine, or voices outside the door buzzed gently through the air. 

Sans smelled the sterile saline-and-lemon scent of the hospital room first, a human phenomenon he hadn’t come to terms with as a monster. It bit at his sinuses, tart and bitter. Next, he felt the warmth of sunlight gently burning against his skull, dying the vision behind his closed left eye red like rose-tinted glasses. Too optimistic, he thought. He inhaled and winced. 

A rustle of paper to his right forced him to open his eyes. 

His gaze slowly circled the room with equal parts confusion and amazement. This was the surface; he couldn’t deny it. Humans had such a recognizable way of adorning public spaces, and while bland, the sight glittered to him now like gold. 

His ribs had been sutured and bandaged with hospital grade healing cloth, and his right arm crossed his midriff in a taut sling. Behind the semi-upright angle of his bed, machines that integrated human and monster technologies monitored his health. A drip of magic fed down a tube to his very soul, which felt full and satisfied. Strange, he thought, but not nearly as strange as the stacks upon stacks of flowers, various plant arrangements, and other get-well pleasantries stuffed into his room. He glimpsed notes from Doggo, Grillby, MK and his family, Shyren, Alphys . . . he swallowed the bashful flush sneaking onto his face.

After traveling from these gifts to the open window curtains to the television screen airing rerun morning game shows, his eye light finally came to rest beside his white-sheeted hospital bed. 

Papyrus sat cross-legged in a small armchair, immersed in a book of advanced sudoku puzzles. He wore fairly ordinary if gaudy human clothing: a snap-back cap embroidered with the meant-to-be-ironic statement, “full of life,” under a cartoon skull; a short sleeve button up with meatballs patterned on the left half and spaghetti graphics swirling on the right; the baggiest sweatpants Sans had ever seen; and Crocs absolutely littered with Jibbitz. Sans had known Papyrus to wear this sort of outfit on the surface before, but it had taken years to develop this much coordination behind it—and hadn’t he been the one to introduce him to sudoku, at a much simpler level no less? His face compressed as if this information tasted how the air smelled.

“you missed a three,” he muttered hoarsely. “row two, box one.”

Papyrus narrowed his eyes searchingly at the puzzle blocks, and then sighed. “REALLY, SANS, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I ASKED YOU NOT TO SOLVE MY PUZZLES FOR ME?  IT TAKES ALL THE FUN OUT OF IT!”

He nearly spasmed out of his seat, then, as if struck by lightning. His book slapped the ground, and his pencil rolled away under his seat. 

“SANS!” he shrieked.

Sans smiled back warmly, nervously, somewhat worried for the state of his chest if his brother decided to hug him. He quickly realized that, although Papyrus leapt forward and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, he had nothing to worry about. The hold was soft, considerate. He held him back with his left arm, even if the motion dug like a knife into his collarbone.

Toriel burst into the room not a moment later. She too wore a dress that could be found in a human department store, royal purple and patterned with large yellow flowers. 

“What is going on?” she demanded, nearly frantic.

Sans smiled gleefully over Papyrus’ shoulder. He sheepishly wriggled the phalanges of his left hand in greeting.

“heh, ain’t like you not to knock, tori,” he teased.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she breathed with a purity of relief that echoed like pleasant bells around his skull. She exhaled a long, long sigh, hand on her chest, then glided to his bedside as if carried on a feather. “Thank goodness, Sans.” She slipped her arms around both brothers and rested her cheek on his skull.

Silence drifted over them comfortably.  

“um,” Sans ventured as they finally set him free. “i like your new threads. heh . . . get attired o’ the old stuff?”

Toriel and Papyrus exchanged hesitant glances. Sans felt his soul twist into knots.

“IT SEEMS,” said Papyrus, “WHEN TIME, ER . . . REWOUND . . . IT ONLY HAPPENED FOR US.”

Sans’ eye sockets darkened into black pits, only in small part because Papyrus knew about time travel. “what.”

“We left the mountain to find we already had homes here,” said Toriel. She gestured to her clothing. “Belongings. Entire lives left behind, though we cannot remember them.”

“IT’S THE STRANGEST THING, LIKE OPENING A PRESENT TO YOURSELF FROM THE FUTURE!”

The statement, while optimistic, settled heavy like lead on Sans’ soul. “you don’t remember any of it?” he asked slowly. “nothing new at all?”

“THINGS ARE . . . FAMILIAR,” said Papyrus. A puzzled look crossed his face. “IS THERE SOMETHING IN PARTICULAR YOU WANT ME TO REMEMBER?”

Sans’ heart sank. He became acutely aware of Toriel’s hand petting his arm and his brother’s hand in his. He watched Papyrus’ happy yet somehow somber expression and harkened back to a day so similar, when he had awakened in a hospital bed underground one brother fewer. Papyrus had been at his side then as he was now, blissfully unaware of what he had lost. 

“no,” he muttered. “suppose not.”

“The humans never forgot,” said Toriel gently. “From their perspective, we had quite literally vanished. Our homes remained empty for over six months, as if we had simply slipped away in the night without packing any bags. Some of us outright disappeared before their eyes.”

“the fuck,” Sans whispered. 

“LANGUAGE.” 

“how’d they deal with that?”

“Many moved on,” said Toriel. "I would have expected the rest to celebrate, but . . . they tried to find us. They scoured the city and the Underground for clues, but from their side it was abandoned. Strange, is it not?”

“I FOUND IT QUITE TOUCHING!” Papyrus said. “THEY EVEN FORMED A TASK FORCE! SOUL: SEARCH OPERATION FOR THE UNDERGROUND LOST.”

“heh, really?” Sans asked, beginning to find his humor again.

“YES, REALLY!”

“Everything is exactly as we left it,” said Toriel with a sad smile. “Likely a little dustier but . . . the activists were quite adamant about keeping our homes intact, and for that I am grateful.”

For a moment, he couldn’t think let alone respond. His left hand felt around the blankets as if searching out an emotion.

“it’s . . . exactly as we left it,” he echoed quietly. “time here . . . didn’t turn back.”

If he hadn’t been so stunned, Sans might have laughed. After all his hopelessness and despair, he wouldn’t have to rebuild his life from the ground up. He wouldn’t have to struggle as hard as he had before, and neither would anyone else. His heart pounded behind his battered ribs to know soon he would be going home, back to the small house in True Home, back to his porch swing with its perfect view of the forests and rivers below a range of mountains threatening to tear the sky in half, back to nights sandwiched on their maneater of a couch between Papyrus and . . . His joy stuttered.

“where’s Frisk?” he asked.

As if summoned, you appeared in the doorway, hobbling between a pair of children’s crutches. Your left leg had been set and wrapped in a bright blue cast from thigh to foot. Nearly every monster must have signed and graffitied its mold with paint pens and permanent ink. Above that, you wore a pale blue hospital gown and a scowl. 

“What’s going on?” you demanded. “Is Sans okay?” 

“Frisk, my child, what are you doing here?” Toriel admonished, albeit patiently. She hurried to you as if you might fall. “I requested that you stay behind and rest.”

“Yeah, fuck that.”

“My child!” Toriel gasped, and Papyrus’ jaw nearly dropped off his face.

Sans laughed, then, a grateful sound that had tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His smile was so genuine that, if you hadn’t been so feisty and relieved, your heart might have fluttered away in its wind. 

“i’m better than okay, now that you’re here, kiddo,” he said fondly. 

Your steps were awkward, but you were determined to reach him. Nothing could stop you, not Toriel or those stupid crutches you had yet to master. At the bedside, Toriel finally relented and helped you sit on the mattress beside him. She squeezed your shoulder gently, reassuringly.

“THIS CHILD’S INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE IS YOUR FAULT, ISN’T IT?” Papyrus whispered, leering at his brother.

Sans attempted a sly shrug, but hissed an expletive when a stab of pain cut his collarbone. 

“CASE. IN. POINT.”

“Come, Papyrus. Let us give them some privacy,” Toriel said. “They have much to discuss, of that I am certain.”

Papyrus hesitated, but when Sans smiled and pressed his hand, he agreed to follow her out. The door shut behind them with a gentle snap. 

In the ensuing silence, the two of you simply took in each other’s faces, beaming like the sun you had unveiled once more. The daylight reddened your hair and yellowed the wall above Sans’ head in a steady shaft, as if to mark you both as its own. It would never let you leave again.

“you did it, kiddo,” he said as warmly as that nearest star. 

The congratulations prickled color into your cheeks, and though you smiled, you shook your head. “No, you did.”

“heh, you first.”

“I think last is what matters most.”

“coming in last does sound like me,” he mused playfully. The light of his left eye twinkled and he took your hand. “let’s compromise on a good old fashioned ‘we,’ then. we did it. how’s that?” 

You nodded brightly. 

He sighed, resting back comfortably into the sitting angle of his mattress. That truly lazy smile, the one he had faked for so long, now pulled at his cheekbones genuine and unprompted. Oh, how you had missed it. 

“get the sense i’ve been out a while,” he said. “what all have i snoozed on?”

Much had unfolded since waking nearly a week before him, and even more in the time preceding. After the barrier had broken and the rift had run rampant, the underground almost entirely collapsed. Thankfully, most monsters had already assembled in the capital to aid you. Among those trembling walls, Asgore needed no explanation to evacuate them. Meanwhile, Alphys had sent an alert to all else remaining, and monsterkind heeded her. 

Not everyone made it out in time. After unpacking what Toriel and Papyrus already explained, many humans had offered their unconditional help to find you. Alongside SOUL, Asgore established HEART, the Home Excavation and Recovery Team, which worked through the ruins to rescue anyone left behind. No one would be left unaccounted for.

“There are still people they can’t find,” you said somberly, and then a happy glimmer lit your eyes, “but a few more monsters showed up that no one expected. People that had been . . . forgotten.” 

Sans dared to let hope spark blue in his left eye. Through bated breath, he asked, “like . . . who?” 

You wracked your brain. “I don’t know their names,” you said. “A few scientists, a businessman . . . MK’s twin sister.”

Goner Kid. The machine beside him beeped when his magic pulsed faster than it should. 

“shut up, i’m fine,” he hissed and sat up straighter. “is that . . .” He hesitated, eyelight dimming. “did they find . . . anyone else?”

Your auburn eyes deepened, and it was enough of an answer. A resigned nod bobbed his head.

“They’re still looking,” you said. “I talked to dad—Asgore. He remembers now about your brother. I told him everything you did for me, and for Asriel. What you did for everyone, really. He’s grateful, Sans, like . . . tears in his eyes happy.” You tittered at your next thought. “I think he wants to knight you or something.” 

Sans snorted. “no way,” he said enthusiastically. “absolutely not. he damn well pressured me enough into the old man’s judge gig; i do not have the shoulders for another title.”

“What, ‘Sir Sans’ doesn’t have a nice ring to it?”

“i am a fan of alliteration,” he answered pensively. “maybe if he can tack on an adjective, like ‘sir sans the sedentary’ or . . . ‘sir sans the science man . . . s.’” 

“Sir Sans the Sensational?” 

“sir sans the slam.” He threw you a finger gun. “dunk on that, kid.”

You snickered. “You know how dad gets, though,” you went on. “He’s on a mission now. There’s still hope we’ll find him.”

Sans nodded, and for once he allowed himself to feel that hope. It was timid, and it was terrifying, but he had already reached the light at the end of this long tunnel. Only one more step and it would consume him fully.

As you brushed your thumb across his phalanges, your smile slowly fell.

“Sans,” you said, “there’s something really important I need to ask you.”

The skeleton searched you uncertainly. His mind dashed to the machine, to the final confrontation with Asriel, how he had come to retrieve his soul, how he had escaped the void with a task. If you accused him of manipulating you, it would not be unfounded, regardless of his motivations, regardless of the outcome. His eye lights dimmed. 

“well, shoot, kid,” he responded. “go for it.”

Your brow furrowed as if the thought were painful. Then, you gripped your broken leg and swung it around to rest across his lap.

“Will you sign my cast?” you burst.

Sans froze as if an error message had shorted his brain. Then, he chuckled from that place deep inside him, the laugh you liked most, the one that only happened when you had subverted his expectations beyond the bar. He grimaced past it and chortled, “ouch, kid; you’re breakin’ my funny bones, here.”

You held out a marker.

“permanent ink,” he noted. “dunno if i can handle that kind of responsibility.”

Once he had caught his breath, he eyed the wild graffiti incredulously. Where on earth would he sign it? Undyne had already carved her name across one half and Papyrus the other. Every other inch had been filled with good luck wishes, drawings, and signatures, from King Asgore himself to the humblest Froggit.

“eh, that’s okay,” he said with an easy smirk. “i think i’ve left enough of a mark on ya already.”

“But I saved you a spot!”

You had to search for a moment but finally you pointed out a tiny box by your knee with the small acronym “VIP” written just above it. 

His grin widened. 

“‘kay,” he said. 

He was wise enough to shrug with one shoulder now before popping the cap off the marker and lazily sketching a skeletal smiley face in the enclosure. You giggled with satisfaction. Then, perhaps hesitantly, he took your wrist in his hand. The breath in your lungs lingered as a circle appeared in black on the soft skin below your palm. Zero.

Your fingers traced the new counter to replace your old one. Maybe one day when you were older, you would have it tattooed there. For now, the gesture spoke more than words could. You returned the gentle smile in his eyes.

“gonna be a real treat teleporting you to your room and back when we get home,” he mused dryly. He punctuated his statement with the sealing click of your marker cap. “ain’t nothin’ handicap-accessible about those stairs.”

As he handed it back to you, your face sobered again in earnest. You slid the pen into the pocket in your hospital gown, stalling. 

“I do have something I want to tell you,” you said.

Sans eyed you expectantly. The sun had shifted down to highlight his bandaged chest and captive arm. Everything you had put him through, all he had done for you, only further embittered the taste of your next words.

“I think,” you said slowly, “I’m going to move in with mom . . . this time.”

“oh.” 

An invisible weight dragged down on his shoulders, heavy with too many emotions to place. Confusion, sadness, regret. Heartache. He failed to answer why the decision had caught him off guard when the reasons seemed so obvious now. He pondered his response, struggling to hide the painful disappointment that crawled through his marrow. 

“that . . . would be good for her,” he said hoarsely at long last. He cleared his throat. “yeah. makes sense. especially now, with your memories and all.” He avoided your eyes another pensive moment. “you’ll probably want your stuff, then. heh, clothes won’t fit for a while, though—”

Suddenly you were hanging off him, your chin tucked into the nape of his neck, your arms around his shoulders. 

Sans didn’t understand why he was crying. You weren’t leaving him forever. You would be living right down the road. He would still see you. He would still take you out for burgers and stargazing and summer nicecream beach trips. You would still have movie marathons and sit on the porch swing to watch the sunset. You would still be his kid . . . wouldn’t you? 

He wrapped both arms around you, sling and all. Even though it hurt like hell, the alternative would have broken him.

“you come over or spend the night whenever you want, okay?” he wept. “call me if you get nightmares. heck, call me if you just want to talk. i don’t give a damn what time it is. and . . . and be nice to your mom, okay? don’t give her that attitude i saw earlier. you can be a real piece of work when you’re upset and she doesn’t deserve that. a-and . . .” He choked on his next words. “don’t . . . don’t forget i love you. please. i might be a cynical bastard but i love you so much it hurts. i really do.”

Now you were crying. You could hear the plea in his voice not to leave him and most of you answered in kind. After everything you had been through together, leaving his side—even for a moment—had become almost unthinkable. 

It couldn’t be helped. You knew that and you hated it but it would be for the best. Your adopted mother and father, though separated, recognized who you really were now. Asriel had finally come home. Choosing to live with Sans over Toriel now would be a crime far more cruel.

You agreed to his terms a hundred times over.

The two of you sobbed into a wet mess in each other’s arms. Finally, finally, after ages resisting, he couldn’t handle the teeth in his chest any longer. You helped him reposition the sling, and he held your hand instead. From inside his blue-flushed eye sockets, those bright lights peered through the tears in your own red-rimmed eyes.

“hey,” he said gently with a voice like gravel. “we’re gonna be okay. all right?”

You nodded.

He reached out a thumb and wiped the remaining saltwater from your eyelashes.

“i’m here for you,” he said. “i’ll always be here for you. where you live won’t ever change that.” He swallowed back another surge of tears and hissed, “heck if i’m not gonna miss you, though.”

“Me too,” you breathed.

“Frisk?” called Toriel. She popped her head cautiously into the room. “Come, now; let me take you back to your room. You should be resting, and so should Sans.”

“Okay, mom,” you answered shakily.

You bent in for another terribly long, though bitterly short embrace. He held you to his heart with the intent to keep you there forever if he could . . . but he could not. So instead, he settled for your shoulders at arm’s length and smiled a loose, endearing scrawl of a grin. He cupped your face in his hand. 

“you’ll always be my kid, right?” he asked through a stone in his throat.

You nodded and melted your cheek into his bony palm. You remembered the first time he had done this, when you were small enough in age to match your stature, how it had been frightening and surprising and heartwarming in one. Now, you could only describe the feeling as “home.” 

“I love you, Sans,” you finally told him, and you realized all at once you never had.

“i love you too, frisk.”

For the first time since falling down, you allowed yourself to believe it.

NOTES

YAY, resolution! Next is the epilogue. <3

I hope you enjoyed! If you have thoughts, I love hearing them.

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[yuurei20]

Ortho Fact Sheet (No Book 6 Spoilers)

Note: This character sheet has no spoilers from the Ignihyde Dorm chapter because spoilers are the worst. There are references to JPN-only things like Ortho’s dorm-gear card vignette, etc, as usual.

(Did not rank in a combination of seven different character-ranking surveys by the jpn server held throughout 2021)

Ortho is an android programmed to act the role of a little brother to Idia (ref: home screen dialogue, dorm card). He uses very polite speech pattens and always refers to others by their full names with the honorific “-san.”

According to the official Fan Book, "Ortho" means "proper, correct, standard", and comes from the Greek word "orthos"

Ortho changes between different types of “gear” that serve as an equivalent to the various outfits (lab wear, ceremonial robes, etc.) worn by other students. Different “gear” involves different features that Idia has equipped him with, including but not limited to:

- A high-intensity beam that is capable of cutting trees in half - 200 different functions for waking someone up - a first aid kit - a fiberscope - miniature arms for detailed electronics repairs - a bioscan function - a 3D printer - levitation

We learn in Ortho’s PE vignette that he was not originally capable of walking, with levitation serving his only form of movement. After watching NRC students play soccer together, Ortho asks Idia for the ability to walk and Idia refuses because “floating around is every guy’s dream”, “ walking is total NPC stuff” and “flying is for heroes”.

Ortho vents his frustrations with Idia’s refusal to Jade and Floyd, who respond by using an “interesting piece of information” they have about Idia to blackmail him into designing legs that allow Ortho to walk on the ground. Floyd then gifts Ortho with a pair of designer sneakers for his birthday.

Despite being a creation of Idia's own invention, the two "brothers" are very different. In Ortho’s ceremonial robes vignette, Idia crafts a new set of gear in the style of the students’ ceremonial robes at Ortho’s request, while trying to invent a more efficient heat sink. Ortho asks for a picture of them together in their matching robes at the upcoming opening ceremonies, as Ortho himself had not been allowed to participate in Idia’s orientation.

They are ultimately unable to attend, to Ortho’s great disappointment, but he is certain to reassure his brother that “We don’t need to go somewhere to be together” and “I’ll always be with you”.

Floyd refers to him as “Clione-chan” (better known as the sea butterfly or sea angel), while Rook calls him “Monsieur Ningyou” for “Mr. Doll”. Malleus refers to him as “small Shroud”.

Programmed with a friendly personality, the only characters Ortho does not get along with well are the school’s ghosts, who mock him for not having any “substance” (ref: archetype gear card home screen). For this same reason, he is not a fan of Halloween.

While polite, Ortho does not hesitate to break whatever rules he needs to in order to act in what he perceives as Idia’s best interests. He hacks into the school’s security systems and threatens to hack into TV news channels to expose the NRC students who refuse to help save Idia during the Phantom Bride event, and also hacks into a satellite positioning system to confirm Idia’s whereabouts during a card vignette.

He also uses his particular talent of looking up information to find a history of misdeeds performed by certain students of the school and then holds a screening of the proof he finds on the campus’ main street, while erasing evidence that might trace it back to him.

Much like the player character and Grim, Ortho and Idia are enrolled in the school as two halves of one student. This has given Ortho a slight complex about the school’s students and staff seeing him as nothing more than one of Idia’s accessories.

Also like the player character, Ortho cannot use magic. He compensates for this through a variety of prosthetic attachments of Idia’s design. He has a wealth of medical knowledge, machine repair know-how and other information that was downloaded into him by Idia and that he has downloaded on his own.

He is usually at Idia’s side during classes, but during times when he cannot be (i.e. exam days), he wanders the campus and spends time with other students. Trein and Ortho read books together from the library and play board games together, and Ortho tells the player character that if he had a grandfather, he believes that grandfather would be a lot like Trein.

Ortho is working on improving a sound analysis and reproduction application that he downloaded in order to hold conversations with Lucius, but is intentionally limiting himself by not simply downloading animal linguistics software. This is due to his desire to feel like he is “learning like a human” through external stimuli.

Ortho also taught himself how to mimic human emotions through watching movies, which taught him the appropriate timing to express the appearance of joy, anger, sorrow, etc., during conversation.

Ortho’s “hair” appears the shame shade of blue as Idia’s for the majority of the time but, unlike Idia’s, his hair can be color-adjusted through settings on his gear.

Some great artists for Ortho fan-art and more (SFW, no story spoilers) Ortho from a JPN-server event

Ortho and Idia

Idia and Ortho (This artist draws the characters in ancient armor and it’s neat)

Ortho and Idia

Voice Ortho is voiced by Aoi Shouta (蒼井 翔太), whose other work includes Kisaragi Louis in KING OF PRISM -Shiny Seven Stars-, Kanzaki Mio in Kono Oto Tomare!, Konparu Takayuki in Kenka Banchou Otome 2nd Rumble!", Tsukishiro Makoto in JORAN The Princess of Snow and Blood, Shiomi Sakuya in PERSONA3 the Weird Masquerade ~Ao no Kakusei ~ the musical and Ai Mikaze in Uta no Prince-sama.

More seiyuu information available here

Additional Fact Sheets ・Riddle Rosehearts ・Trey Clover・Cater Diamond ・Ace Trappola・Deuce Spade ・Leona Kingscholar ・Ruggie Bucchi ・Jack Howl ・Azul Ashengrotto・Floyd Leech・Jade Leech ・Kalim Al-Asim・Jamil Viper ・Vil Schoenheit・Rook Hunt ・Epel Felmier ・Idia Shroud・Ortho Shroud ・Malleus Draconia ・Silver・Sebek Zigvolt・Lilia Vanrouge ・Sam・Crewel・Trein・Vargas・Crowley

#Ortho Shroud #twisted wonderland #ツイステ #twst #twstcharactersheet

[submissiveking99]

BATFAMILY/GOTHAM

Batgirl II/ Black Bat/ Cassandra Cain (Heroine)

Cass Cain. Second Batgirl, also goes by Black Bat. Raised as a weapon by her father David Cain. She is the daughter of Lady Shiva, adopted daughter of Bruce Wayne/Batman. She is the deadliest hand to hand fighter in the DCU, refuses to kill. Is equal parts chaotic grimlin and every criptid. Not a fan of talking

Spoiler/ Robin IV/ Batgirl III/ Stephanie Brown (Heroine)

Steph Brown is the third Batgirl. But before that she was the fourth Robin, the only (canon) female one as well. But before even that, she was the Spoiler. Her father is Arthur Brown, the ClueMaster, a D-tier, maybe even E-tier, villain and a Ridder knock off. A real asshole, Steph became a hero to 'spoil' her father's crimes. She is a spunky girl who takes no shit with a smart mouth

Batgirl I/ Oracle/ Barbara Gordon (Heroine)

Barbara Gordon. The First Batgirl, also goes by Oracle. Daughter of Commissioner Gordon, badass crime fighter and a computer genius. When not kicking ass in the streets, she's hacking into any villains entire set up while lying in the sheets

Catwoman/ Selina Kyle (Anti-Heroine/Neutral)

Selina Kyle, Catwoman. Sexy, confident, highly stealthy. She is oh so skilled and stealthy, she will rob you dry

Poison Ivy/ Pamela Isley (Villainess/reformed as an Anti-Heroine)

Poison Ivy. Also known as Pamela Isely. The woman of the Green. Killed by a a man called Jason Woodrue, she was reborn with powers over plants and with phermones powers. A mistress of seduction, a defender of the earth's plant life itself, she is also a brilliant scientist

Harley Quinn/ Harleen Quinzelle (Villainess/reformed as an Anti-Heroine)

Harley Quinn, Halreen Quinzelle. Manipulated by the Joker, went through torture, this ball of spite and energy is here to cause trouble and laugh in your face about it.

Kate Kane/ Batwoman (because of comic lore, where she is a lesbian, she is a female and futa only character) (Heroine)

Kate Kane, Batwoman. Kicked out of the military because she was a lesbian. Bruce Wayne's badass cousin on his mothers side.

Black Canary/ Dinah Laural Lance (Heroine)

Black Canary, Dinah Loral Lance. The daughter of the original Black Canary, one of the main members of the Birds of Prey. She is confident, one of the world's greatest fighters, serious but flirty and caring. A real badass mother type.

Huntress/ Helen Wayne (Heroine/Anti-Heroine)

Helena Wayne, the Huntress, is a heroine from another world. Earth-2. She is the daughter of that world's Batman and Catwoman, she was trained with her parents skills before both of her parents died. And she ended up on Earth-1 soon after, the main world. She is a bit grumpy, very serious. But with her own sense of fun

Katana/ Tatsu Yamashiro (Heroine/Anti-Heroine)

Katana's primary weapon is her sword, hence her namesake, "Soultaker," which is said to capture the souls of anyone killed by it. Her husband, Maseo Yamashiro, as well as her two daughters, Yuki and Reiko, where victims of the Soultaker, which at the time was weilded by Maseo's Yakuza brother Takeo. As the highly skilled martial artist she was, Tatsu easily defeated Takeo leading to Soultaker deciding to change its alliance. And so, for years, she was on a journey for revenge...

Lady Shiva/ Sandra Wu-San (Neutral)

Lady Shiva. The deadliest woman alive, mother of Cassandra Cain. Cass is a better fighter, but Shiva fights to kill. Robbed of her innocence, in every sense of the word, by David Cain, Shiva is a roming warrior. A force of nature some worship like a god. She kills as she sees fit, for profit or because she was annoyed

Talia al Ghul (Villainess/Neutral)

Talia, daughter of the mighty Ra's Al Ghul. Shifting between the second in command and the full leader of the League of Assassins (occasionally called the League of Shadows). Following in her father's ideals, she is willing to bring peace to the world no matter the cost...

Punchline (Villainess)

Punchline, real name Alexis Kaye, is a girl who follows the Joker's ideologies. A very cold and sadistic woman. Seeing herself as his successor, she is almost as terrible as he is

BATMAN BEYOND

Inque (Villainess)

Inque is a woman given mutagenic treatment by Cadmus to give her the shapeshifting and mass altering super powers. From there she became a mercenary.

10/ Melanie Walker/ Batwoman Beyond (Villainess/Anti-Heroine/Heroine (headcanon))

Melanie Walker is a member of the Royal Flush crime gang in the world of Batman Beyond, working under the alias of 10. She followed along with crimes she disagreed with due to loyalty for her family.

Headcanon: Melanie eventually leaves the position of 10 and becomes the Batwoman of the Batman Beyond universe.

DeeDee Twins/ Delia Dennis and Deidre Dennis (Villainesses)

The DeeDee twins are the grandchildren, granddaughters to be precise, of Harley Quinn in the Batman Beyond universe. A pair of athletic and playful but seductive and sadistic girls, they are part of the Jokerz gang and cause chaos for the thrill.

Total Muses: 16

#open rp #open to all #open smut rp #smut rp #dc #read rules before interacting #dc rp #batman rp #comic rp

[simpletale-officiale]

what is magic like, are there any differences in how magic is used to works compared to the og or does it work completly different?

i think it would mostly be the same as undertale.

although it also follows star wars logic in that it becomes more stronger and deadly with rage.

PSI and magic exist i dont reeeaally want to go into too spoiler heavy content but i will say sans, as well as papyrus have PSI and magic. and here are some attacks that exist in the simpleverse -ALL earthbound PSI attacks -ALL OFF competences -ALL magic from toby fox's earthbound hack hope this satisfied your burning questions!

#simpletale #simpleverse #simpleswap #fellsimple

[lady-de-mon-coeur]

All my fanfics in one post

Warning: English isn't my first language. Please be kind.

Close to me (Adrien’s love confession in the Chat Blanc timeline. My first fic ever)

How sweet it is (to be loved by you) (Adrien’s love confession, Marinette’s POV)

Since I told you it’s over (Chat Blanc, angst, Adrinette, Marichat, Adrien's POV)

A sky full of stars (Chat Blanc, Adrien's POV, light angst)

Undenied (Ephemeral, Ladybug’s POV, Ladrien fluff)

This girl (Ephemeral, Adrien’s POV, Ladrien fluff)

Learning to live without you chapter 1 ; chapter 2 (Ladynoir angst. My first angsty fic)

What a beautiful name (OS, Adrinette, Adrien’s POV, lovestruck Adrien, season 5 spoilers)

Sleeping beauty (fluffy Marichat OS)

Emeralds and sapphires (OS, Ephemeral, Ladrien; canon divergence, no identity reveal)

Golden hour (Hack-San, OS, Ladynoir, hurt/comfort, Ladybug’s POV)

Mon Chaton (OS, post-Exaltation, Marinette’s POV, angst, hurt, no comfort)

Aquarelle chapter 1 ; chapter 2 (Adrinette, Adrien’s POV; lovestruck Adrien, Determination spoilers!)

Love will find a way (OS, post-Exaltation, Adrien's POV, angst)

Lady of my heart (OS, Ladynoir, hurt/comfort, what if, Exaltation spoilers!)

Lady in red chapter 1 ; chapter 2 ; chapter 3 ; chapter 4 (ongoing; Ladrien, post-Gang of secrets)

I'm not in love (am I?) (OS, Weredad, Marichat/Adrinette, canon divergence, lovestruck Adrien)

You weren't supposed to know chapter 1 chapter 2 (Ladynoir, Adrinette; Elation, Transmission, Perfection spoilers!)

Let there be love (OS, Ladynoir fluff, established relationship)

Wildflower (OS, Marichat, Elation spoilers)

Ice cream never lies (OS, Marichat, Elation spoilers, André the ice cream man's POV)

Kiss addiction (OS, Ladynoir fluff, smitten Ladybug, lots of smoochies).

Skin to Skin chapter 1 ; chapter 2 ; chapter 3 (Adrinette fluff; Multiplication and Determination spoilers!)

Inseparable (one-shot, Adrinette, angst, Revolution spoilers!)

For What It's Worth (one-shot, Adrinette, Truth or Dare, mild s5 spoilers)

So Happy Together (Frozer one-shot; canon divergence, Ladynoir angst, jealous Chat Noir)

Sealed With a Kiss (Simon Says one-shot, Ladrien, canon divergence, kisses)

My Privilege (Ladynoir, one-shot; Post-Kwamis' Choice spoilers, light angst)

Real (Frozer, one-shot, Adrinette, hurt/comfort)

(There's) A Cat in My Room (Representation spoilers! one-shot, Marichat, hurt/comfort, identity reveal)

Velvet Touch (a Ladywalker one-shot, thirsty bug, no identity reveal)

#ml fanfiction #my writing

[hasdrubal-gisco]

eurovision '24 semifinal 2 early review

content and spoiler warning for albania, armenia, austria, czech republic, denmark, greece, malta, switzerland, belgium estonia, georgia, israel, latvia, the netherlands, norway, san marino, france, italy, spain

albania - opening witha good and strong song. would have been better if it was in albanian, but albania always brings the heat. albanian and serb are brothers because they are son of same bitch (many are saying this !)/10

armenia - absolute banger. singer doesn't have the classic hayastani spade face which must have hard for her growing up. genuinely This is what eurovision is about. may you drop thousand bombs on baku/10

austria - (watching music video) i liked display of aryan man masculine power energy, sweat dripping down his chest. how this make you feel ? song ? generic, forgettable, this will score no points without mr schutzschtaffel flipping tires. you will never regain lost glory/10

czech republic - Yes i am deadnaming this country. i do not recognize these silly zoomer pronouns like "czechia." NOT REAL ! song is relatively good on its own but to me it its not a eurovision song. it's giving pale waves without the production by mr the 1975 whatever his name is. i think this will be well received by juries but it's not fun in the way we expect from battle royale evropa edition. props to the czech republic for sending a russian girl in these russophobic times. i will not mind hearing this on the radio in the car in the coming year/10

denmark - she's technically white seeing as she's very obviously ethiopian (amhara, not those COLORED varieties). good singer but the song is nothing. relatively dignified considering the scandinavian's propensity for cringe/10

greece - she gave cunt she served she died or whatever it is you kids say these days. it's giving noa kirel if we're being honest. in my top 3 i'd say. no wonder greeks invented civilization/10

malta - for this one my opinion is colored by the fact that going into it i know she's some commercial real estate magnate's daughter who paid her way into the competition. when will people learn, war criminals' nieces are simply better than investor's daughters. don't even thing about being a talentless hack if your uncle isn't exterminating minorities. only positive is the tooth gap/10

switzerland - european college student is not immune to american they/them disorder. if he sings the hard parts well, this could save some of it musically but culturally it's a L. go back to sending kosovar albanians/10

belgium - european man in his 30s is ALSO not immune to american they/them disorder. this is nothing, but we must always keep in mind only a few years ago a good third of the contestants would send ballads so. belgium has no reason to exist, think about it/10

estonia - MICHAEL VSAUCE ?? estonian pitbull be like mr balt-wide. it's above average in an extremely poor year/10

georgia - rising from the ashes like a phoenix is actually referencing the historical period during which georgia did not exist on the map, like poland, but re-emerged as a sovereign state. and this is what they did with it. also the bizarre sour food. below average in an extremely poor year/10

the illegitimate fascist ethnostate of isnotreal - the best of this variety of song we've heard, largely because the music is more subtle and she can in fact sing. this will either get high or no votes from the general public depending on prevailing sentiment on the holocaust du jour. thee mathematical average in a poor year/10

latvia - na-baron, house harkonnen does not know what's coming for it. bro the lisan al gaib's fedaykin are coming for ur bald ass ! this is nothing/10

the netherlands - i will confess this is not bad. TO ME it is a quirky and lighthearted version of a stupid eurovision song, with some self awareness that the finns (both this year and last) sorely lack. unlike other TREASURED MUTUALS i do not consider this man SEXUALLY ATTRACTIVE. i will let the senatus populusque tumblorus draw its own conclusions based on the notes of this post. MAGNA EVROPA EST PATRIA NOSTRA/10

norway - i can recognize there is an audience for this and that audience is not me. is it good ? i'll have to ask them. i think this may get an unusually high amount of votes from juries for some reason. feels like the kind of song that would play for a super epic and dramatic ( :I ) final scene in vikings (tv show). eeeh/10

san marino - you can tell she thinks she's quirky from the facial expressions. if i wanted sexy skeletons i'd have played undertale. this sucks, you're san marino you have no identity, genuinely this should be a vehicle for importing flo rida or something. this sucks/10

france - incredible voice. getting a lot of dune princess vibes from the outfit (<- guy who just watched dune). this will get panned because it's france, and somehow american warships have secured total anglo victory in the cultural thousand year war (the hundred year war). liberté, égalité, fraternité/10

italy - i had not heard this as i abstained from san remo, but this is pretty good, it's very ethnic, it's sexy, it has hot blood coursing through its veins. top few (final ranking pending)/10

spain - relatively okay beat/instrumental that's wasted on a nothing singer. send basque opera singers next time. i'm ready to go to sleep/10

final conclusion - there were more good entries than in the first semi, i'll come up with a final list and rough ranking of who i'd like and hate to see go to the final for any undercover jurors reading the die karthagische zeitung. feels like the entries that are good are really good, and there's a lot of blah, but at least we're skirting by with very few ballads. pee breaks speckled in for those of us who have bladders like old women who have somehow had babies (not me tho).

#esc24

[rpking99]

Here are a list of my Muses, my canon DC Muses at least. The first page of muses.

Comic versions only, to be clear. No DCEU, no animated universe.

Cassandea Cain, AKA Batgirl/Black Bat

Cass Cain. Second Batgirl, also goes by Black Bat. Raised as a weapon by her father David Cain. She is the daughter of Lady Shiva, adopted daughter of Bruce Wayne/Batman. She is the deadliest hand to hand fighter in the DCU, refuses to kill. Is equal parts chaotic grimlin and every criptid. Not a fan of talking

Stephanie Brown, as Batgirl, Robin or Spoiler

Steph Brown is the third Batgirl. But before that she was the fourth Robin, the only (canon) female one as well. But before even that, she was the Spoiler. Her father is Arthur Brown, the ClueMaster, a D-tier, maybe even E-tier, villain and a Ridder knock off. A real asshole, Steph became a hero to 'spoil' her father's crimes. She is a spunky girl who takes no shit with a smart mouth

Barbara Gordon/Batgirl/Oracle

Barbara Gordon. The First Batgirl, also goes by Oracle. Daughter of Commissioner Gordon, badass crime fighter and a computer genius. When not kicking ass in the streets, she's hacking into any villains entire set up while lying in the sheets

Kate Kane, Batwoman (because of comic lore, where she is a lesbian, she is a female and futa only character)

Kate Kane, Batwoman. Kicked out of the military because she was a lesbian. Bruce Wayne's badass cousin on his mothera side.

Zatanna Zatara

Zatanna Zatara. Mistress of magic, casts her spells by talking backwards. Zatanna is one of the most powerful magician's in the DCU, and also a popular stage magician. A show off fun lover, she is ready to party and send demons to hell!

Black Canary, Dinah Laural Lance

Black Canary, Dinah Loral Lance. The daughter of the original Black Canary, one of the main members of the Birds of Prey. She is confident, one of the world's greatest fighters, serious but flirty and caring. A real badass mother type.

Huntress, Helen Wayne

Helena Wayne, the Huntress, is a heroine from another world. Earth-2. She is the daughter of that world's Batman and Catwoman, she was trained with her parents skills before both of her parents died. And she ended up on Earth-1 soon after, the main world. She is a bit grumpy, very serious. But with her own sense of fun

Catwoman

Selina Kyle, Catwoman. Sexy, confident, highly stealthy. She is oh so skilled and stealthy, she will rob you dry

Poison Ivy

Posion Ivy. Also known as Pamela Isely. The woman of the Green. Killed by a a man called Jason Woodrue, she was reborn with powers over plants and with phermones powers. A mistress of seduction, a defender of the earths plant life itself, she is also a brilliant scientist

Harley Quinn

Harley Quinn, Halreen Quinzelle. Manipulated by the Joker, went through torture, this ball of spite and energy is here to cause trouble and laugh in your face about it.

Lady Shiva/Sandra Wu-San

Lady Shiva. The deadliest woman alive, mother of Cassandra Cain. Cass is a better fighter, but Shiva fights to kill. Robbed of her innocence, in every sense of the word, by David Cain, Shiva is a roming warrior. A force of nature some worship like a god. She kills as she sees fit, for profit or because she was annoyed

Starfire/Koriand'r

Starfire. Princess Koriand'r is a Tameranian warrior, and one of the key members of the Teen Titans. Plucky and excitable, she is powered by sun light and is always happy to help

Blackfire/Komand'r

Blackfire. Princess Komand'r is Kori's big sister. In some interactions she is a heartless bitch, in others she was willing to make harsh choices that destory her. She is a dangerous femme fetal and a mighty warrior

Raven, sometimes known as Rachel Roth

Raven. Daughter of the demon Trigon, she fights to keep him sealed in hell and help others that she can. Moody big titty goth girl

(Dark) SuperGirl/Kara Jor-El

(Info about Kryptonite Part 1, Info about Kryptonite Part 2)

Supergirl. Kara Jor-El. She is Superman's cousin with all his powers. Free spirited and confident, fun loving but has some grumpy phases. I prefer to write her with a Black K twist (look at the above links for more info)

Power Girl/Kara Jor-L/Karen Starr (older Supergirl from Earth-2)

Power Girl. Karen Starr, Kara Jor-L. She is also Superman's cousin. She is literally just Supergirl… Only older. She is from Earth-2 like Huntress. She is less playful and more seriously and more powerful, than Supergirl

Livewire

Livewire, Leslie Willis, was a radio DJ in Metropolis who got electric powers after a dangerous accident. But she doesn't care about that, she's Livewire now! The sparking goddess of the big city, able to go toe to toe with Superman, baby! She is a real party girl villain, but she does have a bit of good within her….

Wonder Woman/Princess Diana of the Amazons

Wonder Woman, Princess Diana of Themyscira. Princess of the Amazons. The embodiment of leave, of love and kindness. She sees all life as precious, but she is also a warrior who will do whatever is necessary.

Superwoman (the evil alternate universe counterpart of Wonder Woman, from Earth-3)

Superwoman, Donna Troy. She is Wonder Woman from Earth-3, Earth-3 being the evil mirror earth of DC. Where bad is good, good is bad. She is part of the Crime Syndicate of America, who rule the world in an iron fist.

Green Lantern/Jessica Cruzz

Green Lantern, Jessica Cruzz. The first female Green Lantern of Earth. She suffers from social anxiety, survivors guilt and depression. She is a true Green Lantern and a precious cinnamon bun. I went into detail here.

Bleez of the Red Lantern Corps

Bleez of the Red Lantern Corps. She was the princess of a planet that was attacked, and ripped apart, by the Sinestro Corps. Literally the last surviving member, and "used" by several members of the corps (one of which being someone she was being forced to marry before all this happened) when the ring came to her. She destoryed them all, and joined the Red Lantern Corps. Very angry, and passionate, girl

Mary Marvel

Mary Marvel, AKA Mary Batson. Shares the powers of the Wizard Shazam with her brother Billy. She is a young, confident woman always ready to have fun.... And sometimes the power of the Egyptian gods take place instead of the normal Greek gods. Hahaha

#open rp #open to all #open smut rp #smut rp #dc #read rules before interacting #dc rp #batman rp #comic rp #titans rp #justice league rp #superman rp #wonder woman rp

[under-the-cherrytree]

OK OK SO SO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO imagine hanako as moondrop and tsukasa as sundrop

Amane as moondrop and Tsukasa as sundrop❣︎

Warnings: spoilers for five nights at Freddie’s: security breach

A/n: OKAY I LOVE THIS IDEA

But I can see Tsukasa to most likely have the hack rather than Amane- but their personalities also match up better with Tsukasa as sun and Amane as moon-

THIS WAS DEFINITELY FUN TO THINK ABOUT!!!

I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!

- I can see Tsukasa isolating Amane a bit from the kids

- Not because he's mean, because he can be quite selfish with the kids

- The kids love him so much, he just can’t help but keep the lights on!

- Amane would try and convince him to turn the lights off and that the children need some rest, but the joy of the children’s laughter gets him distracted and the lights will stay on

- He gave up trying to get his brothers attention after a while

- He would find his own joy listening to the children’s laughs through Tsukasa instead

- Don’t get me wrong, a lot of kids still loved him, but not as much as Tsukasa

- Tsukasa is amazing with the children especially since he acts a bit like a child himself, the children love him

- He will be totally energetic and would never leave the kids side

- He is also very protective of the kids and will always think about their safety

- While he is a bit more lenient than Amane with the rules, he knows when rules are important for the kids safety

- Amane will remind him and tell him when a rule needs to be followed

- If children ever painted him he will be so thrilled

- He loves to see the kids drawings and actually has a special spot he hangs them up

- Amane is very good with the kids as well but is known for being more strict with the rules

- He will tuck the kids in for sleep and will sing to them if he asked

- If any kids find it hard to sleep, he will show them the stars and talk all about them

- It warms his heart to talk to the children, he adores it when the lights go out

- He will then have to listen to Tsukasa whine in his head saying that the kids had enough sleep

- However, he will simply ignore it and go back to playing with the kids

- Now that Vanny’s glitch has happened.. it had a bit of a noticeable effect on Amane

- Tsukasa noticed this and isolated him even more away from the kids, for their own protection this time

- Amane would never be violent with a kid when they are following the rules

- But when they aren’t… things can get questionable

- He will accidentally get violent with the kids, quickly regretting it after

- He doesn’t want to hurt them but its like something in him snapped

- He would get angered easier because of this and Tsukasa’s isolation from the kids didn’t help

- Tsukasa wouldn’t have any explanation behind it ether

- He doesn’t understand why Amane is acting like this and would wish for whatever is happening to him to stop

- Until then, isolation might be the best option for the kids.

Tagging~ @hanako-san @old-poptart @cobertoravermelhado @bladethrowsshade @alicetordmikey @kaz6lvr

#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk #tbhk anime #hanako x reader #toilet bound x reader #hanako kun #jshk x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk amane #tsukasa yugi #yugi tsukasa #tsukasa x reader #moondrop #sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sb #sun and moon

[liliallowed]

ok I'm tired of acting all mysterious. imma just lore dump dustgrave .

spoilers below

Noelle's dad died early. (the catalyst to Noelle resorting to praying in the church and discovering the ritual to summon the angel.)

Asriel is living with kris but the parents are split.

Kris trys summoning the player/are you there are we connected/ but the link is severed and it never works. Kris wakes up next day without anything different.

sans is sus on purpose playing reverse among us.

papyrus is a popular police!

Susie is still the school bully.

instead of Kris Noelle is possessed . she opens up dark fountains (first is the church, second is the hospital, third the mayor's office..)

winter wonderland themed

Kris Susie and ASRIEL try to stop her.

the second angel (yes there's two of them) uses the abandoned vessle and sans helps them out a bit in the dark world.

final twist:

the blue angel is an echo. not even a player. just a result of hacking at the code manifested into a virus.

while the red soul is the current player it's unclear if the red soul is the player who glitched this world or if they're someone completely new.

the red and blue angels could even be the same person.

but they can also be completely separate people.

#dustgrave #basically the whole plot

[storygirl000]

i haven’t watched the episode but the main thing i’m getting from “destruction” spoilers is that we’ve got a new entry for ML Double Standards Bingo

the writers in “destruction”: we can’t have cat noir cataclysm hawk moth even though he kinda deserves it bc he has to have reservations about doing that to a real live human being!!!

the writers back in “hack-san”: lol wouldn’t it be funny if cat’s first instinct upon seeing scarabella was to cataclysm her

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #i'm not blaming the characters for anything here #just the writers