#hope you liked what I cooked up Cinn
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dude. xerith. idk if you saw my reblog of madcatlad’s post, BUT. they cooked. the issue on the table: nether withdrawals. i’m insane about this.
very much exploring the idea of the calling being more about fighting the addiction that is the nether itself for shadow knights, rather than purely the aggression part.
thoughts? musings?
Oh Cinn, oh Cinn you've brought my attention to something beautiful.
Little known fact about me because I'm still pretty decent about over sharing on the internet, addiction is something I've actually thrown hands with before. The idea of the Calling as an addiction to the Nether?? Now that's a concept I can latch onto.
I think that there could be ways to satiate withdrawal, but not in an exactly helpful way. The Calling is in Shadow Knights brains like "Oooh you wanna kill your loved ones and come back to the Nether soooo bad." But minor acts of violence and arson can make it shut up. Enough bloodshed, such as what happens at the Werewolf Wedding, is enough to make it so a knight isn't drawn to the idea of killing their loved one anymore because the urge for blood has been answered. Of course... Most Shadow Knights fighting the call aren't exactly happy when something like the Werewolf Wedding happens to them.
As for the urge of the Nether, they could always try to answer that with things that are like the Nether or remind them of it. Sitting by a fire, setting things on fire, sitting in a pool of hot water that can at least try and simulate lava, setting things on fire, existing in the bitter dry heat of an Arizonan morning, or setting things on fire. The Calling always responds best to the most violent solution, and even while trying to satiate it, it's still pulling at the mental strings of a knight to make the most violent decisions possible.
That idea of being able to sit by a fire instead of setting something ablaze really sucks for Knights who might have been traumatized by the Nether and struggle to be around fire for very long as a result, Laurance.
A lot of moments of a premature Shadow Knight lashing out aren't necessarily because the Calling is making them want to kill, it's because it's making them want to go back to something they know is bad for them. It's a drug that they've overdosed on and are trying to run away from still present in their veins and urging them to take another dose, regardless of its lethality. That kind of mental gymnastics and battle wears down at a person even when they aren't actively fighting. Even if they aren't in their head fighting the Calling and it's urges, it's still there. They still think about it.
Laurance doesn't want to go back to The Nether. He would rather die again than go back there. But when he sees the frame of a portal, when he's nearby one that's unstable, he has to fight. He has to fight his body and its urge to go back to that hell. Just one hit will make him feel better. Just a chance to touch netherack and breathe that ashy air will soothe his worries. Because being reminded of the Nether, even if it causes a trauma response, does cause a part of his brain to feel good. The Calling sees fire and gives him a shot of dopamine and excitement.
Wouldn't it just be so nice if he went back? If he didn't have to feel this constant drain? If he was in the Nether then the Calling would shut up, right? Wouldn't it be so amazing to just feel this good all the time? He's already dead, what damage can be done to his body afterwards?
Of course the Calling has two components, both addictive. One is of course the urge to go to the Nether. The other is that urge to kill your loved one and gain immortality. Doing one only makes the other feel stronger. Oh, you sat next to a Nether portal and made it so you're now comfortable in the over world? Bet you wanna kill your lord right about now, huh?
What's that, you actually killed your lord? Well, don't you just wanna come home to the Nether where you're surrounded by people who have all done the same and won't hate you for it? Go on, you know you want to.
Like everything else, it comes down to the Shadow Kings need to control. If he can make Shadow Knights into addicts of stuff directly associated with him, they'll be more loyal. They'll serve him to get a fix of bloodshed and hell fire. They'll come running back to him after ruining their lives for his enjoyment, and they'll fall at his feet for the chance to become a higher up in their army. He deprives them of everything they ever could have had and calls it freedom.
#not to like#get real personal#but I have been falling back into some of my vices due to an ongoing depressive episode#so being able to project this onto my favorite block shaped brain worms is really nice#hope you liked what I cooked up Cinn#you usually do :)#minecraft diaries#aphblr#text post#laurance zvahl#mcd#answering asks#minecraft diaries laurance#mcd laurance#shadow knights
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tagged by my wife @listlessmaenads
Rules: go to this website and list 15 of your biases, then fill out the following
1. mom/dad: jay park
this is all kinds of interesting... i’m on board.
2. sibling: jaehyun (nct)
yes yes yes, i love him and i’d be a good older sister to him.
3. grandma/grandpa: wonwoo (seventeen)
i have no idea what could come out of this tbh, especially since i’m older.
4. haunts you: hoseok (monsta x)
with his massive biceps and extremely boyfriend selfies yes sir.
5. boyfriend/girlfriend: baekhyun (exo)
100% on board with this one. let’s date baek.
6. your ex: wonpil (day6)
if we broke up it must be because i’ve been a horrible person to him bc he can do no wrong skdfjshk he’s a sweetie.
7. your best friend: kyungsoo (exo)
YES. PLEASE. he’ll cook for me and we’ll talk about movies endlessly.
8. proposed to you: jaebeom (got7)
i’m so sorry baek, sweetie, the absolute love of my life just proposed. i hope you understand.
9. your boss: hyungsik (btob)
yup, i like this. i like his creative vision and he’s super nice.
10. random person you met at a bar: hakyeon (vixx)
we were probably dancing drunk, i just know it.
11. rival: jinyoung (got7)
SOUNDS LIKELY. he antagonizes me all the time with everything he does sdlkfjslfc.
12. first kiss: jackson (got7)
talk about hitting the JACKpot from the very beginning.
13. drunk and singing karaoke with: jongdae (exo)
yes this 100% possible and i encourage it.
14. played seven minutes in heaven with: seokmin (seventeen)
this is really interesting. i’ll force him to teach me some vocal lessons bc wow he’s really something.
15. gave you your favorite dessert: mark (nct)
aw baby, he totally would.
i tag @stargyeom @ayasmess @jinyoungmoans @defnabeom @madeitwang @poppin-cinn
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Hiya Night! :D For some reason I feel like it's been a while. I saw you might write some headcannons for lilytale, so I thought I might ask about how what these skeletons cling on to when life gets tough, or what gets them through. For example if they have a belief, a memory, a goto plan, or if they draw strength from family! Oh, but remember to take breaks if your inbox ends up flooded - we know everyone loves lilytale.
ohhh this is a super cute one! i’ve got a couple others in my inbox i’ll answer too, but this was a sweet one to consider first.
(long post, so press J if you’re on desktop and want to skip it, or just scroll on by mobile users!)
Serif: She's got an album she keeps in her desk - full of polaroids, reminders of good times, reminders of incredible places that exist out there, reminders of the *realness* of the life she's living now. She'll also go out on a walk, either by herself or with her sister, and will take a few more to add to her collection. Some end up strung up on her walls, the only wall decoration she has besides a starry tapestry on one wall - yet *plenty*, taking up all manner of space.
Vellum: Depends on the day; one of two things will be chosen... if she needs activity to cheer her up, she'll cajole her sister into an evening (or night) of cooking and hilariously bad, cheesey sitcom reruns to cheer her up. In the quiet moments, though, when she can't keep up her usual cheerful smile, she'll cling to any kind of physical activity to ground herself. It ranges from physical training - she's a brilliant sparring partner - to something as 'calm' as yoga. It helps her remember that even if she doesn't have a 'goal' achievable at the moment, that just being here is good enough, that she's got a real life and world and hopes and dreams and friends and her sister - so much, right here, and after rooting herself in her own body she can go seek them out and find purpose just in being with them.
Sapphire: She'll climb up to the roof and watch the stars turn into the breaking dawn while listening to music. Oftentimes, she'll sing softly along, reminding herself that it's *real*, it's all real, and no matter what another dawn will keep coming. She also takes a lot of strength from her sister & her friends and will seek them out for some quality time.
Amber: The key necklace she and her sister both have - a grounding object from when things were really dark for her Underground. That and baking with her sister. It brings back good memories and helps get her through the rough patch with the warmth of family (as well as delicious pastries).
Crimson: She used to have a few far worse habits, but since ending up on this Surface environment with the other girls she was able to put most of them behind her. Nowadays she'll either find a friend with benefits to have sex with, or she'll actually make a couple cup of coffees and go silently sit with her sister or one of her closest friends (Amber, Serif, Cinnamon), cuddled up and surprisingly quiet. Basically, physical intimacy grounds her a lot.
Scarlet: Like her sister, she deeply values physical intimacy; if she doesn't seek her sister out for some quiet, safe time where neither of them have to do anything but just be, she'll seek out one of her closest friends (Vell, Pepper, Sapphire). Alternatively, she pulls out a small journal she keeps locked up in her room - not a diary, but partially a recollection of important things she's seen/done here, and more presciently a list of goals. She grounds herself, reminds herself that she's got so much more to achieve - that she *will* achieve, with more time and continued work.
Pepper: She'll go out into their yard, to a well-established firepit, and build one. If she's up to it, somehow, she'll manage to cook a campfire feast - if not, she just watches the light and stays warm by it. More often than not, her sister will find her while this is happening, and will come sit by her with an instrument in hand. If you eavesdrop, you can hear Cinnamon playing old songs for her - and Pepper singing along in a language no human has ever known. (If she's unable to do this, Pepper will seek out light, almost like a moth - the more warm and natural the better. It's engrained, from when she was underground, thinking about the stars and the sun. Once she's in a slightly better place, she'll seek out a friend to challenge to some competition or other.)
Cinnamon: Her hand's likely already on the lock necklace she wears at all times, often hidden under her sweater - Pepper wears a matching one. A reminder slightly echoing the one Amber and Sapphire share, of a dark time Cinn and her sister got through, ending up with these necklaces as a memento/reminder. Beyond that, she will either seek physical affection - possibly sex, possibly cuddling - or she will play an instrument (generally ukulele during these times). Beauty in the darkness, sense of something senseless, possibility from a few strings and bits of wood - it helps make sense to her, remind her of the infinite *possibility*, but the simplicity there too.
Blade: nowadays, she clings to the memory of when she and Twist first felt the sun after coming to this Surface - Twist couldn't see, of course, but the *feeling* was just as visceral. If the sun's out, Blade'll seek it, just sitting in it, and if it's nighttime she'll go stare at the stars. She'll also probably garden, if she's close to home - with the intent of coaxing a little more magic into the surrounding plant life to better her sister's life (as Twist can't see normally, nothing but vague senses of color, but she can 'see' magic - ergo, magic in the surroundings helps Twist navigate & see their gardens, etc). She's also unopposed to a cuddle session, especially if the weather's bad.
Twist: She listens to music, and like Blade, will seek out the sun if possible, for the same sort of reasons. If it's nighttime or stormy weather, you'll probably find her inside playing the piano - a physical reminder of what she's capable of, even in a low-magic environment - or she'll go take a bath in the large facilities they specially built for themselves. If possible, she also significantly values cuddling (on days both she and her sister are having it rough, they make/order a significant amount of food and listen to storytelling podcasts together.)
Glyph: she travels a lot, is a musician and a photographer alike - so if she doesn't already have an instrument in hand, she'll probably seek one out, and sing songs in an old language no human knows, reclining in the back of her truck and facing the open skies above her on some distant, quiet road. If that's not an option, she'll often think back to the first proper time she bonded with Serif after coming to this timeline - it's a good memory, and leads to the bonding with the rest of the skelesisters (it is, however, spoilers, so I can't share it, heh.)
Alpha: One thing is definitely spoilers, but in general she's likely going to dive into more work - but work that specifically betters the immediate lives of her found family with the rest of the Lilytale girls. Above all she wants a plan, wants to be able to do something actionable. Oftentimes, she'll end up in particular getting up to something with Cinnamon - in general, though, it's the bonds with the girls that keeps her grounded, and she’ll seek them out even just for some quality time & shenanigans.
#night answers#lilytale asks#about the lilytale crew#long post#text post#gods i missed writing about these ladies#-cracks knuckles-#got a few more i'll be doing too >:)#ignitingthesky
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From the Ashes, Ch 7
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Asher smelled eggs. Was Theo cooking?
“Thanks, Theo,” He mumbled, before cuddling up in bed.
“Err, I think you’re lost, princey.”
Asher squeaked, almost falling out of the bed. “Why are you sleeping with me?”
“You death gripped my jacket and wouldn’t let go,” Cinn shrugged.
“So just drop the jacket!”
“I did. Then ya grabbed my shirt.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blamed you right away like that,” Asher apologized.
“It’s fine. If there was a weird skeleton in my bed, I’d flip my shit too. Well… technically there’s a weird dryad in my bed right now, but I’m managin’.”
“If you’re in here, is it your brother that’s cooking?”
“Yeah, he never lets me cook unless he’s out. He says it’s because my food sucks, but I know it’s ‘cause he likes cooking too much.”
Asher smiled a little. It was nice to not do the cooking today. He’d come to associate it with stress, anger, and dissatisfaction from his partner.
Ex-partner.
“Well, thanks for letting me stay the night. I’m gonna go hit up a gas station for grub.”
“You don’t need to do that. Breakfast is right here.”
“Your brother’s cooking for you and himself, not the hideous guest you brought over last night.”
“I’LL COOK FOR WHOEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE.”
How long had his brother been sitting there? There was a smug grin on his fanged face, his leg crossed over his knee. Asher reached up and shut his dropped jaw.
“AND A GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO, GUEST.”
“G-good morning. I’m really sorry for coming in like I did yesterday! I didn’t know I would be---”
“NONE OF--- Ah. Excuse me. Inside voice. None of that. If Cinn trusted you enough to bring you into our home, then I trust Cinn’s judgement on your character.”
Asher stood up and shook the Captain’s hand. “My name’s Asher. It’s nice to meet you. You really don’t have to cook--”
“I know I don’t. But I want to, so I will. Now, I was going to make french toast, but would you prefer something else?”
Asher’s stomach growled. He winced; it never used to be that loud. He’d never been so hungry for food in his life, even on the streets when he was going without.
“I don’t want to inconvenience you, but could you make me an omelet? Mine always look terrible and I haven’t gotten the hang of them.”
Were those stars in Edge’s eyes? They were only there for a second. Maybe Asher had imagined them.
“I’LL DO YOU ONE BETTER AND SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT PROPERLY! FOLLOW ME!”
And he was off.
“Hehehe, you got him riled up. Hope you like cookin’ lessons,” Cinn smiled, sighing contentedly.
“I usually associate cooking with fighting,” Asher admitted. “But I want to try.”
“That’s all he needs. Now, go make an omelet, princey.”
Asher almost fell on his ass trying to reach the bedroom door. Cinn floated him his cane.
“Right…. Thanks.”
The cane was hard to get used to. It was poor quality, and he could hear it creak with every step he took. Not that he had the money to buy a new one.
“WHAT’S THE HOLDU--- OH. My apologies. I often forget that not all monsters can keep pace with the Captain of the Royal Guard, nyeh heh heh.”
“No, I should have been faster.”
“I WAS BEING IMPATIENT. IT IS ONE OF MY FEW FAULTS. PLEASE FORGIVE ME.”
Asher just nodded, trying to make this conversation go away.
“NOW THEN! THE FIRST--- the first step is prep. And it’s the most important!” Edge smiled brightly at him, showing off very pointed teeth. It was cute. Scary but cute. “What do you like best in your omelet?”
“Errr, usually just ham and cheese. Bacon if I make a little extra change that week.”
“Have you ever considered yellow curry powder?” Edge grinned.
“I hadn’t. I’m willing to give it a shot, though,” Asher agreed, surprised.
“Well. Reach in the fridge and set out the ham, and whatever cheese you like. I have a very large variety, so if you are having trouble deciding, I will be happy to assist.”
“Probably just cheddar.” Asher was a little embarrassed. Some of those individual cheeses were worth more than he made in a shift, and he was a guy of simple tastes anyway.
“Cheddar’s versatility is highly underrated. There is no shame in choosing a safe favorite,” Edge assured him. “Here. A chair so that you can cut cheese off the block without worrying about your cane.” He floated a chair over to the table so that Asher could cut. Asher thanked him and sat down.
“How much am I making? Just for myself, or are we all having omelettes now?”
“We’ll all have omelettes, and I can take my current leftovers to Honey and Azure’s house later. Also, you need the practice.”
Asher nodded and started slicing the cheese.
“No, no, you’re doing it all wrong.”
“Well, you’re not teaching me in a way that I can learn! There’s a bunch of intermediate steps that you don’t tell me about, and then you get mad when I can’t read your mind!”
“Ugh, forget it. Just make scrambled.”
“I--- we’re halfway through! I don’t wanna waste all our work.”
“You burned the fucking hollandaise! It’s already wasted.” Theo tossed off his apron. “I’m eating somewhere else.”
“ASHER, YOU’RE BLEEDING!”
“What?”
Asher’s spasms had begun again, and he’d sliced his finger open while daydreaming. Black sap, thicker than molasses, poured out of him. It smelled like blood and maple syrup. He gagged on the scent, the look of it, everything.
“Here, I’ll get the first aid kit.”
Before Asher could protest, Edge’s magic gently removed the knife from his hands, pressed his hands down to still them, and patched him up. He was very thorough, disinfecting the wound with immense care. As if anything would ever grow on Asher again.
“That should do it. Would you like to stop for now?”
“I’m eating somewhere else.”
“N-no! I want to learn.” Asher winced, waiting for pushback.
Instead, Edge gave him an impressed look. “Then let’s continue. You got some blood on the cheese, so you’ll have to start over. Do you think you can cut it without hurting yourself?”
Asher nodded, determined to keep his head in the present.
He kept having flickers of arguments in his mind, but he pushed them down and cut enough cheese off the block for every omelet.
“Excellent work. When your hands are not spasming, you have a very good touch for detail.”
Asher didn’t know what to say to that, so his head nodded, then shook.
“The ham is pre-sliced at the deli counter where I shop, so you just need to lay it out so that it’s immediately accessible.”
“I can do that.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Just don’t push yourself too hard.”
Asher’s twitching slowed down, and he was able to lay the ham out with no problems. Nice.
“Now! Do you think that you can cleanly crack some eggs?”
Asher shook his head. He didn’t want to get egg everywhere.
“Then I shall do this part, but there are handy devices that will crack an egg for you. I can purchase one for you in the future.”
Before Asher could protest, Edge moved right on.
“Now, many home cooks do not know this, but you should add just a bit of water to your egg mixture. It will make them fluffier.”
“Really? That seems counterintuitive,” Asher was surprised.
“It does, but it works.” He handed the pitcher to Asher. Asher spilled a little bit of it, but got enough water into the bowl.
“Now, I am not sure you’re within capacity to whisk by hand, so here is an electric whisk. The lowest setting should be fine… whisk until your yolks and whites are completely blended.”
Asher nodded. It took focus to hold the electric whisk, but he managed to work it out fine.
“Wonderful. I have been preheating our pan at high heat. I use copper, but you should probably use nonstick for all of your needs. Grab the stick of butter and rub the tip all over the bottom of the pan until it is completely covered; take care not to burn yourself.”
Asher nodded. The butter hissed a little upon touching the pan, but he didn’t startle and held his hands steady.
“When the butter stops foaming, the pan is ready.”
The butter stopped foaming.
“Now, add the eggs, carefully.”
“I don’t think I should.”
“Then, I shall.” Edge added the eggs.
“Let the eggs sit for a while, then scramble the loose eggs over the set ones a bit.”
He did.
“Now we can add toppings. I shall do this part.”
The ham and cheese was added.
“Now, we only need to flip one side, because the other will flip itself when we slide it onto the plate. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
It had been fun, but painfully eye-opening. What used to be a task he could do in his sleep now required his full concentration and he couldn’t chop cheese right. He couldn’t even pour water right.
“What is wrong? We still have 2 more to go.”
“I--- I’m sorry…. I’ll just get in the way ...”
Edge gently took his hand.
“Asher. I said that I would teach you how to do this. Because I am prepared to teach you, as you are, how to best make an omelet. If you need my magic to steady your hands, or you need me to do some steps, I volunteered to do it, and I want to.”
Asher didn’t know how to respond to that.
Helping him as he was.
An invalid.
Someone useless.
“Get out of your head and back to the kitchen, Ash,” Cinn grounded him, having teleported in.
Asher took a deep breath, and continued to make breakfast until everything was done.
“.... Alright… it's done." The whole thing had worked him up into a light sweat. Cooking. Had made him sweat.
"Grub time, space cadet," Cinn gently nudged him and guided him to his seat.
It was the best omelet he's ever had in his life. Edge had used three eggs for him despite his insistence that one was enough, and he could see why.
Wait, why did Edge know that? Cinn had been around the hospital, so him overhearing wasn't out of the ordinary.
"How do you already know what to do? Every step I take, you seem ready to catch me. You have an abnormal amount of knowledge about such a rare condition."
Cinn sighed. "You're a sharp one, princey. I actually wanted to talk to ya about it. My--- our dad--- has the same condition. So we've been through the motions already."
"Except he wasn't nearly as appreciative of our help and swatted at us when we tried to touch him," Edge grumbled. "I thought I was short tempered and irritable, and then I met my father."
Asher swallowed. "Estranged family?"
"Well, he and many others we know we're hurtling through the VOID, so… yes. That's about as estranged as one can get," Edge chuckled.
"Wait, there are more? Then why did Dr. Dreemurr make it seem so rare?" He asked Cinn, confused.
"Well…. Uh…. It's not as… visible on 'em as it is on you. No offense. But they like to keep it under the rug. We try an' respect their wishes, but bro and I thought it was important this time."
"When did you two talk?"
"I woke Cinn earlier and we charled while you were canoodling."
Asher's face turns darker, yet darker.
"Nyeh heh heh, worry not! I was only teasing you a bit. Anyways, my brother expressed concerns about homelessness with me, and---"
"No. I won't be a burden to you or the Royal Family."
Cinn sighed. "Had a feelin' you would say that… so we came up with somethin' else."
"Our family recently bought a… vintage--"
"Derelict," Cinn interjected.
".... Homely, very small assisted living home, repurposed from a large old mansion."
Asher opened his mouth to protest, but Edge stopped him.
"Now, we do not intend on putting the place back in business. But our father, and his colleagues, as much as they'd never admit it, are finding living there, even on their own, to be far more accessible than living with us or in a regular apartment."
Cinn sighed. "They're going to work, and doin' a little better than when they were livin' with us and our cousins, but visiting is… a bit of a nightmare?"
Edge nodded.
"Anyways, since we've noticed you despise taking something for nothing, our proposal is this: you may have a room and a study in the mansion, and your duty is to keep the house at least a little cleaner than when we last saw it… and try to keep our fathers from killing each other."
Asher paused. He'd just gotten out of a shitty roommate situation, and now they were offering him another, with a nebulous amount of roommates. But it was a mansion, not a one room studio apartment, and they were strangers, not the person who was supposed to be the love of his life.
Maybe he could make this work.
"I want to meet your cousins, make sure they're okay with it, then I want to see the grounds… and at least glimpse the people I would be living with."
"Heh, glimpse is pretty fuckin' accurate. Those guys are like mole rats. They stay in their lab if they're in a good mood, disperse to their studies once they start fightin', and occasionally remember to sleep."
"In the worst possible places, I might add. On the couch, under the couch, in the middle of the hall, in the bathroom… that is probably something you should be aware of as well."
Asher nodded.
"How soon can I meet your cousins and see the grounds? I don't want to keep infringing on your space."
"Hmm… I can ask and see if they can clear their schedules. Give me a moment.
LordEdgeLord: HELLO
LordEdgeLord: I WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY ANNOUNCE THAT, NO THANKS TO ANY OF YOU, I HAVE LOCATED WHAT I BELIEVE TO BE A SUITABLE TENANT
Nillawafer: you sure that's a good idea?
the fight over the stolen k cups hasn't even been resolved yet
LordEdgeLord: LOOK, THERE WILL LITERALLY NEVER BE A 'GOOD TIME' FOR US TO INTRODUCE CHANGE INTO THAT HOUSE. THE TENANT IS UNDER DURESS AND I WOULD LIKE TO MOVE HIM IN QUICKLY.
Nillawafer: wait a sec
Nillawafer: is this the void accident victim? My answer's no.
LordEdgeLord: AND WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOUR ANSWER BE THE DECIDING ONE WHEN NO ONE ELSE IN THE CHAT HAS SAID ANYTHING
LordEdgeLord: WHAT WOULD PAPY SAY ABOUT YOU SPEAKING FOR HIM?
Nillawafer: you keep my little bro the fuck out of this. He doesn't need to know
PapayaSkeleton95: NEED TO KNOW ABOUT WHAT, SANS
Nillawafer: oh you piece of shit Edge
LordEdgeLord: YES. I'M TRYING TO FIND LODGING FOR A MAN WHO HAS NOTHING LEFT AND I'M THE PIECE OF SHIT.
PapayaSkeleton95: LOOK BOTH OF YOU STOP TYPING I'M READING THROUGH THE HISTORY
PapayaSkeleton95: OK I'M DONE READING
PapayaSkeleton95: YOU HAVE MY BLESSING EDGE
Nillawafer: wth paps?? You know throwing some decrepit beat up void victim into that house is just gonna make all of them feel worse
Nillawafer: the last thing we need is them getting paranoid and working harder towards a cure that doesn't exist
PapayaSkeleton95: SANS THEY WILL CONTINUE WORK ON THAT CONFOUNDED CURE NO MATTER WHAT WE DO
PapayaSkeleton95: YOU KNOW WE CANNOT HELP THEM
Nillawafer: that doesn't mean we have to make it worse
PapayaSkeleton95: WE CANNOT HELP OUR FATHERS. BUT WE CAN HELP THIS YOUNG MAN. HE'S STILL IN COLLEGE SANS, HE'S BARELY YOUNGER THAN I AM
PapayaSkeleton95: WHO KNOWS, MAYBE THIS NEW PERSON CAN ASSIST THEM IN WAYS THAT WE CANNOT
HoneyMcStickyBuns: sorry to interject but that's a lotta pressure to put on a guy who almost died. Just wanted to make that clear
PapayaSkeleton95: OH OF COURSE
I DID NOT MEAN TO INSINUATE THAT THEY WERE REQUIRED TO
HoneyMcStickyBuns: I dunno. I feel like that house is the worst place to recover. how would you feel if you were constantly surrounded by hateful old men who think you're nothing?
PapayaSkeleton95: I KNOW EXACTLY HOW THAT FEELS. I AM A LAWYER IN MY 20S SURROUNDED BY HUMANS THAT WANT TO SEE ME FAIL. I THINK YOU ARE MAKING A JUDGEMENT CALL THAT IS UP TO THE TENANT TO DECIDE FOR HIMSELF
HoneyMcStickyBuns: welp last thing I need is to get blamed for more trauma and shit going wrong so my vote's a no
L00dBerry: I VOTE YES! IF IT'S EITHER THAT OR THEM BEING ALL ALONE, THEN MAYBE OUR FATHERS WOULD BE BETTER COMPANY
HoneyMcStickyBuns: thought I told you to change your name
L00dBerry: SURE THING HoneyMcStickyBuns
Nillawafer: ok if you two are gonna keep fighting then you should log off and do it irl. We have other votes to collect
EDGE: SO FAR 3 YES AND 2 NO
Nillawafer: i counted 2
SinnamonRoll: yeah my vote's yes vanilla
Nillawafer: really Cinn? You know this is gonna end in disaster
SinnamonRoll: actually Nil, I don't
And neither do you, not really, so stop acting like you're fuckin smarter than everyone
Nillawafer: ok Cinn real convincing
SourGrapes333: MY VOTE IS MAYBE. I NEED TO MEET THEM FIRST.
Xxxprxo: agreed
Cortad0: I agree with my brothers.
Scampalicious: yes for me
Vionetta: MY FILTHY ASHTRAY BROTHER HAS SPOKEN WELL ENOUGH OF THIS PERSON THAT I WOULD LIKE TO CONCUR.
F1lmN0iR: MY BROTHER AND I SAY NO. NO ONE ELSE SHOULD HAVE TO PUT UP WITH OUR MANIPULATIVE BASTARD OF A FATHER
sMutty: yeah it's a no for me. Thanks m'Lord
LickmyIliacs: I'M ALWAYS HAPPY TO SEE OUR FATHER BRANCHING OUT.
Rosieposa: yeah poor guy really needs a new playmate
LordEdgeLord: THAT IS IN NO WAY A PART OF HIS DUTIES AND I WILL NOT HAVE YOU TELLING HIM OTHERWISE YOU DEGENERATES
Rosieposa: are you as boring in bed as you are in this chat
Rosieposa was kicked for: 1 hour
LordEdgeLord: ANYWAYS
KissMyAxe: typical of you to not even ask how we feel edgy
SugarSpiceandNice: NoW noW bRoTHER
I THinK it'S a LOVELy iDEA ESpeCIALLY FOR OUr FATHEr. He TeNDS TO selF ISOlatE JUst LiKE YOu!
KissMyAxe: my concern is the kid himself being isolated. that old man seems perfectly happy to spend the rest of eternity staring into space and hiding in his bed but this new guy might not be the same
My vote's a no
SugarSpiceandNice: YES FOR ME
LordEdgeLord: SO WE HAVE MOSTLY YESES AND A FEW MAYBES. WOULD ANY OF YOU LIKE TO MEET THE YOUNG MAN FOR LUNCH OR DINNER
Nillawafer: fine. But it's gonna be at the mansion. He deserves to see what it's really like in there.
LordEdgeLord: YES WHATEVER
Edge looked up. "They want to meet today at dinner, in the manor."
“Jeez, already? That was fast.”
“Yeah, whenever Nilla doesn’t feel like draggin’ his fuckin’ feet.”
“SANS! It’s ‘dragging his mother fucking feet.” Both brothers had a good chuckle at that.
“Well…. I don’t have anything to wear. Besides what’s on me right now.”
Edge looked at him incredulously. “Are you kidding? That’s the easiest thing to fix ever. We’re going shopping!”
“Wh--what? I don’t have shopping money!“
“Well, the King and Queen do, and I’ve already texted them. They’re not taking no for an answer this time!”
Asher sighed deeply. Maybe shopping wouldn’t hurt, not this time.
“Alright. Let’s go shopping.”
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From the Ashes, Ch. 2
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The rustling of hospital sheets and a splitting headache woke Asher up. He’d never even gotten a drink and it still felt like he had a hangover.
“Morning, princess.” Was that the red eyed skeleton from the night before? Had he wasted his evening watching over him?
Oh. Right. They’d probably taken him out of his binder.
“Er, prince. But, yeah, morning.”
“Oh… alright, princey.”
Close enough.
“What are you doing here? I mean, I appreciate you taking me to the hospital, but he didn’t hit me that hard, did he?”
“Yeah, ‘bout that. Might wanna feel your noggin. It’s not a pretty picture.”
The living sap that made up his face had solidified and cracked. It was a way that his body protected itself from hard hits.
Bastard had really done a number on him. Was he going to be able to go into work like this?
“Did the doctors say it was a concussion?”
“No, but---”
“Cool. I have a shift tonight,” Asher grunted, starting to get up. Gravity magic yanked him back into bed.
“Woah, easy there, your Highness. They didn’t say you were fit to work either, so just stay your ass put before you break something else.”
“Fiiiiine. Well, I’m awake. You can go now. I’m not dead and you aren’t liable,” Asher sighed.
“Why the fuck would I leave ya like this? It’s kinda my fault that you got hit.”
“How is it your fault?” Asher snickered. “I shouldn’t have run my mouth towards a ball of fire twice my size. Not that I have any regrets.”
“I, uh, shoulda stopped you. Or him. I coulda done something,” The skeleton scratches his head.
“You didn’t have to. You’ve done more than enough for me, getting me to the hospital.”
Cinn was about to answer when Asher heard shouting from down the hall.
“Yeah, I’m his significant other! I have pictures of us! Who the hell did you let in that room with him?! You people are fucking incompetent!”
Theo threw the door open, giving Asher a heart murmur.
“What are you doing here.” Theo asked coldly.
“I’m… busy? Recovering from a head injury?” Asher replied, already tired of hearing his partner’s voice.
“Yeah. I can see that. What I don’t see is…. I don’t know, let me think. How you got yourself hurt. Where the hell you were last night. Who that motherfucker right there is,” Theo pointed at the skeleton.
“Look, just stop raising your voice. You’re making a scene.”
“Oh, I’m making a scene? Just like you did at that filthy bar last night?”
“So you do know what happened,” Asher responded.
“You were on the fucking news. ‘Dryad Injured By Fire Elemental Punch In Possible Interspecies Hate Crime.’ Guess who’s the only fucking dryad in this city?”
Asher’s head felt like it was going to burst.
“Please, Theo, just stop. I talked shit. I got hit. If this is a private hospital, you don’t have to foot the bill. So just go. I’ll be home tonight if I can.”
“Pfft, no you won’t. You’ll be at work. Or maybe at the bad part of town getting into barfights, because that’s apparently who you are now.”
“Hey,” the skeleton tried to interject.
“I don’t know why you’re trying to act out. Are you looking for attention or something? You ever considered that I could use a glance over once in a while?”
“Hey! That’s fuckin’ enough!” The skeleton stood up. He seemed offended, as if Theo had been talking to him.
“You stay out of this! You fucking impersonated me and took my partner to some random hospital. Who knows what you two did on the way.”
Asher couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “ I was unconscious! Stop shouting and just go to class! I’ll be back later!”
“I expect you home by 10 pm for dinner. Now that I have to put a curfew on you just to prevent you from getting killed,” Theo threw that in, before slamming the door as he left.
“... You’re dating that fuckboy?”
Asher knew what kind of talk was coming, and he didn’t want to hear it.
“Just go. Whatever you’re gonna say, I’ve already heard it, so go. Before the hospital staff kick you out for lying.”
“Look…. Name’s Cinn. I’m leavin’ my number on this napkin. Text me by 10, please… not to sound like that bastard. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”
Asher turned away in his bed, curling up. “..... Thanks.”
There’s three gentle knocks on the door.
“This is your doctor. May I come in?”
“Sure,” Asher manages, trying not to cry.
A goat monster with a gentle, but slightly detached voice came in with a cup of chamomile tea.
“Good morning. My name is Dr. Gabriel Dreemurr, pronounced Gah-Bree-El. How do you do today, Mr. John Doe?” She chuckled a little at her joke, then set a cup of tea down for Asher to have. No doctor had ever brought him tea. It was nice.
He took a careful sip of the chamomile. It was delicious, and he typically hated chamomile.
“Ms. Samara Frax,” Asher winced. “Please call me Asher, though.”
“Your legal name is already on the paperwork. I will call you what makes you most comfortable, and I will ensure that others do so in my presence. Does that help?” She asked, sounding genuinely concerned for him. It helped him relax a little.
“Yeah… thank you, Dr. Dreemurr.”
“Now then, it seems that you were hit rather hard on the head at a barfight. May I have a look at the injury?
Asher pushed his long, mossy hair aside to reveal the injury. He still hadn’t looked at it, only felt it.
“Oh, my. Will you be pressing charges? I’m sorry, but under Monarchic Monster Law, I’m required to ask, and this is a monster hospital.”
Asher shook his head. “No point. It already happened, and I kind of deserved it.”
“Now, now, violence is almost never called for, especially if you were speaking the truth. I have been briefly acquainted with Mr. Sparkby Embers, and let me say, the dislike is mutual.”
Asher chuckled at that. Gabriel did the standard tests- ask him math problems, take his blood pressure, listen to his soul, before letting him know that everything checked out.
"I would strongly suggest that you at least spend the day here before returning to work tonight. I overheard you and the flame arguing over it."
Fantastic. How many people had heard that, the whole hospital?
"Will do."
"Well then, it was nice to meet you, Mr. Frax. Please don't get caught up in another 'interspecies hate crime'. The human news have enough fuel for idiocy out there."
"Got it," Asher replied, before reclining a bit. Gabriel hadn't taken back her mug. He presumed she would come and get it later. In the meantime, he reached for his computer and opened his email. Great. An email from the professor already.
Dear Asher,
I noticed that on the get to know you assignment, you were a bit reticent to offer any information on yourself.
I hope that my lines of questioning have not made you uncomfortable, and would be happy to discuss anything you'd like to get off your chest in private.
I look forward to seeing you a bit more comfortable in the class. I read your contributions in the Creative Writing magazine, and I think you're capable of great things!
Cordially,
Dr. Clementine Gaster (Dr. Clemm)
Well… that was less bad than Asher had expected it to be. Still, something didn’t seem quite right. Asher had learned from experience that STEM professors, in general, tended to be less understanding of his situation. So if Clemm wasn’t an interdimensional physicist, what professor was he thinking of? He’d remember eventually.
“Dr. Clemm,
I’ll do my best to be more responsive from now on.
Asher”
He couldn’t think of anything else to say, so he sent it as it was.
He rang for more pain meds. After the nurse administered them, he used a vine to open the blinds. The lazy afternoon sun replenished his spirits a bit, and he felt comfortable enough to take another nap. He really had fallen behind on his sleep schedule.
Around dinnertime, there’s yet another knock on the door. Asher didn’t even have time to say “Come in” before the door was opened.
“.... What are you doing here?! Don’t get closer!” Asher hissed. It was his attacker. To hit him for insulting him was one thing, but to show up at his hospital room?
“Hey, hey, hands off the panic button. I’ve heard enough sirens for today,” the bartender sighed. “Look, if I had come here to kill you, would I have brought flowers and food?”
Oh. He had brought flowers. And food.
“.... I guess not…” Asher paused, before pulling his finger away from the call button.
“So, how’d Sparkby react to you punching a client half your size? Do you still have a job?” Asher asked. Asher didn’t know why he cared, but he did.
“I’m Sparkby,” the elemental answered.
“You’re shitting me.”
“Nope. I’m the owner. So yeah, I got to keep my job, just barely. Almost lost my goddamn license.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. I kind of deserved it for what I said. I shouldn’t have judged you like that,” Asher chuckled, rubbing his head.
“Cinn and his bro chewed me out for quite a while after you were checked in. So…”
Sparkby took a deep breath, steadying himself.
“Look, I’m not good at apologies, but I’m a damn good cook, and hospital food blows, so I made you supper. Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned or some shit. I’m not that kind of a bastard.”
Sparkby set the flowers by Asher’s windowsill, then stopped.
“Ah, shit, I brought you dead plants. That’s not considered offensive or anything, is it?”
Asher shook his head. “I appreciate them.”
“Right. If you ever wanna come back to my bar, I won’t bash your skull in, and your first drink’s on the house.”
He was about to head out when Asher noticed he still had a styrofoam container in one hand. Was Sparkby going to eat alone?
“Wait! Umm ... if you’re not busy, you can sit down for a bit. We could both eat.”
“Huh?” The flame looked down, confused. “Well… if you need someone around, I guess.”
He closed the door and sat in a chair nearby. Asher opened his food. Chicken parmigiana. It smelled heavenly.
“Jesus, this is beautiful. You really didn’t have to.”
Sparkby shakes his head, a hint of blue on his cheeks. “‘S nothing. And I did have to. Or Cinn and Edge would’ve had my head.”
Asher took his first bite. It was perfection. Better than anything he’d made. And certainly better than cold takeout from Theo. He hadn't meant to moan, but it was so goooood.
Thankfully, both he and Sparkby silently agreed to pretend that it hadn't happened at all. Sparkby cleared his throat.
"So, Cinn has an older brother?"
"Younger. Nickname's Edge. Real uptight bastard, but he's gotten a lot better. oNow he’s just a fuckin’ busybody when he’s not working Captain’s Shift.”
“Wait. Cinn’s little brother is the Captain of the Interroyal Guard? Some brother.”
“Yeah. Rides my ass every time I don’t card in his presence, but otherwise a good guy. He almost blasted me when he found out I punched a mouthy little sapling.”
Asher chuckled. “Interspecies hate crime, huh?”
“The shit humans come up with to slander monsters. You’d think we wouldn’t be newsworthy by now,” Sparkby scoffed.
“Especially since we’ve lived along them the entire time,” Asher grinned.
“Oh, you’re a glen kid? How was it?”
Asher wanted to answer, but there was a pit in his stomach whenever someone asked him that.
“... Don’t worry. I don’t like dwelling on the past either. Well, how was the food? Orgasmic?”
Asher almost spit out his iced coffee. “You piece of shit! I thought you were gonna let that slide!”
“Oh, you’d love for me to let it slide, wouldn’t ya?~”
The door swung open, almost hitting Sparkby. Thankfully the guy could DODGE.
“What the fuck is this?” Theo growled, glaring daggers at the larger fire elemental.
“A friend.” Well, Asher wasn’t sure if he considered Sparkby a friend yet, but it would hopefully shut Theo up.
“You don’t have friends. Is this the guy who hit you? Why the fuck did you let him in? You just opening the door for anyone except your significant other now?”
“Theo, you didn’t even knock.”
“Why should I have to knock? I have the right to be here. He should be in prison.”
“Well, I’m not pressing charges, so let it go, Theo.”
“Let it go?” He guffawed. “Let it go?! This bastard is getting more forgiveness out of you in five minutes than I have in 5 years.”
The potent scent of frankincense hit Asher’s nose.
Sparkby was smoking with rage, but the wicked smile on his face was what was worrying Asher the most.
“Ohhhh…. I remember you. I see why you’re trying to get rid of me. How could I forget you, you little piss stain of a monster?”
“I’ve never met you in my life. And I don’t want you in our life, so get out before I tell the Guard you attacked him again.” Theo’s voice wavered on the last word.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, little matchstick. Truth’s gonna come out one way or another; I won’t even have to be the one to do it.”
“Get out. Before I call. The cops,” Theo demanded. Sparkby just shrugged.
“No worries. I was on my way out anyways, and so are you.”
He saunters out, cocksure as when Asher had first seen him behind the counter.
What had he just witnessed?
“Do you know---”
“No. I brought takeout, but clearly that’s not good enough for you anymore. I’m going home.”
“Theo---”
“Be back at 10.”
… There was no point in thinking about it. Whatever had just happened, Theo would keep him in the dark forever if he could. Asher hugged his pillows tightly, trying not to sob.
Maybe it was better like that.
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