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hoodoo12 · 4 years

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Elegy (1/6)

What follows is a story of Miss Argentina and Beetlejuice and how their own personal issues keep them locked in their own private hells. Contains smut and angst. It was done as a rp between @clairjohnson and myself. NSFW. Beetlejuice/Miss Argentina. Beej is a combination of movie and musical; Miss Argentina has contains hcs (such as her name and circumstances). Also contains minor mentions of OC Dante’s Inferno employees. (Tagging people who have asked in the past. If you’d like to be tagged, hmu. If you’d like to be untagged, hmu. @turtlepated @thewolfisapartofmysoul @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @janitor-boy @beejiesbitch @angelicspaceprince) Enjoy!

He’d married, been murdered, vanquished the evil that was Juno – he wasn’t looking forward to seeing her again anytime soon – said some weird heartfelt goodbyes to people he just terrorized, and was carried off by his clones in the smallest, most subdued mosh pit style ever, for an exit that was worthy of some kind of award, just for the theatrics of it.

The second he was through the swirling mists of the doorway that separated the living from the Netherworld, he turned on his own clones and attacked them remorselessly, using claws and teeth to tear them apart, growling like he’d lost his mind and spitting like he was rabid.

None of the clones attempted to fight back or escape. They were part of him, and he was so fucking angry – it made him angrier that they just took their destruction passively, his destruction, a destruction of self that made his hands drip with gore, his mouth taste like clotted blood, and his clothing, the tuxedo conjured specifically for something positive in his fucking waste of a life, a deeper color.

He hated this fucking suit.

He was too exhausted by the end of his rampage to flick it away, however. Stepping over the piles of meat that had been clones, he wiped his hands down his front and winced as they brushed over the new ventilation that goddamn teenager graced him with. He kicked the door to the waiting room hard enough that it bounced off the interior wall of purgatory, startling the assholes sitting around waiting for their stupid numbers to be called.

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It had been another slow day in the waiting room. Not that Miss Argentina had any way to count “days” – time had little meaning in death – but her job was as uneventful now as it had been several hundred new arrivals ago. Staring down at her clipboard Maria crossed out the name of the last soul she’d sent back to meet their case worker. Juno was surprisingly absent at the moment, but the receptionist wasn’t too concerned. Her boss was a work-alcoholic and honestly, what else did Juno have to do? She’d be back soon.

In a practiced motion, one she’d done a million times, Maria stood and slid open the dividing screen to the waiting room.

“Number 5,678 Mr. Hen – “

The rest of the name caught in her throat when the door to the left of her was blown open, rattling on hinges that threatened to give. A split second of panic washed over her, an emotion really only needed for the living, before she saw who it was.

Betelgeuse.

“Mr. Hendrix,” she finished, moving her gaze from the fuming poltergeist to the sorry looking dead man standing up from his seat. “Your caseworker is waiting for you – please step through those doors.”

Maria placed her clipboard back on the desk then leaned out the window a little further, giving the older, bloodied man a deeper once over. “Back so soon, Mr. Betelgeuse? Should I pull you a number?”

"Fuck this place and fuck the numbers!" he spit, literally spit, making the ghost sitting nearest in his line of fire wipe his face as he hoisted himself up – some kind of heart attack took him, no doubt, from the lack of obvious trauma and the effort he took to get out of the molded plastic chair – and hurried as fast as he could out of range.

He could take that chair and beat down every wall in this place. He could tear apart every single soul in this forsaken pit. He could bypass the eons of fucking waiting and just march right down the hall to the Lost Souls' Room –

– scary thing was, that option held some real fucking appeal at the moment.

Beetlejuice glared at each and every dead person cowering in place. Fucking losers. Just like the fucking Maitlands, but worse, because they followed the goddamn directions in the fucking Handbook and were now stuck here.

But what did that say about him? the voice in the crate in the back of his mind whispered. You tried, and you still ended up right.here.with.them.

Beetlejuice grabbed the side of his head, mindless of the residual tackiness on his hand, and gave his hair a yank. Sometimes that dislodged the voice enough to make it shut up.

His gaze fell on the beauty queen behind the partition. He couldn't tell if she was politely waiting for his tantrum to subside, or if she was being indifferently patient, having seen it all before.

Maria wondered, absently, where all the blood had come from. She noticed the gaping hole in his chest and assumed it might all be his – but it was always hard to tell with Betelgeuse. His brand of “bio-exorcising” wasn’t the cleanest. However, based on his outfit, she doubted his day job was what sent him back here. The fool had tried to get married again.

Fixing him with a cool, pleasant smile, Maria yanked a number from the ticket dispenser and held it up. “I’ll just pull one for you, then. You know the rules – no number, no getting to see Juno.”

The beauty queen leaned further out of the window and rested her chin in the palm of her hand – her clipboard and list forgotten for the moment. Red tuxedo – a classic for him. How many times had she seen him in it? She could remember at least four, and she guessed he’d worn it twice as many times before she’d crossed over. Betelgeuse never told her how old he was, but after working with him for over three decades, it was clear he had a few hundred years under his belt.

When was he going to stop pulling this stunt? It never worked. Always ended up with him down in the waiting room – back here with her. Maria bristled, both angry and jealous that he got to leave this hell and go gallivanting top side as he pleased. Her smile tightened and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You never invite me to your weddings,” Maria said casually, lifting the hand from her chin to examine the ruby manicure. “Any good plans for your honeymoon?”

She flicked her gaze up to catch his reaction.

The bitterness and pure rage inside him managed to ratchet up another notch with the receptionist's detached apathy to his situation as she offered the ticket out to him.

Anyone else, and he'd have taken that hand off at the wrist; he could feel his teeth lengthen in anticipation of it. As it were, he snatched the paper away with enough force to tear it. He crumpled it in his fist and shoved it into a pocket without looking at it, casting his glance around the room again at all the lesser assholes who were pointedly trying not to look at him and become the focus of his ire.

Maria's words, her barbed little query spoken in her light accent, just poured salt into the gaping hole in his chest.

"Fuck you," he roared. His voice cracked.

Maria was used to seeing Betelgeuse angry. She was also used to seeing him happy – manically so. The man had a way of taking emotions to the extreme. She was not, however, used to hearing the crack in his voice. The next biting remark died on her tongue and she peered up from her nails, her brow furrowing.

“Oh, don’t look so upset.” She tutted, but there was less sarcasm behind it. “You have all the time in the world to try again, don’t you? It’s not like you’re stuck here (like she was). Not for long, anyway.”

Had this time been different from his other attempts? The pain in his expression suggested so. If he kept this up she may just bring him around back to avoid disturbing the waiting ghosts. Maria didn’t like bending the rules, but for the good of her job she’d bend them. That’s what she told herself at least. For the job.

try again

not like you're stuck here

Her words meant to comfort stung, jamming themselves like smaller spears into his chest. She was partially right. It wasn't like he was stuck here, so long as he could convince some dumb sucker to fulfill the terms of the contract. Finding the right dumb sucker was what took the time and energy.

That led to the whole "try again" debacle. What was the point? He'd never succeed; despite the seemingly impressive power he had in the upper world, it was useless. He was useless, like everything was smoke and mirrors and the one being fooled was him.

He realized he had his fists clenched so hard he was shaking. The ghosts surrounding him in the mismatched furniture, patiently waiting their turn, still did their damnedest to pretend they heard and saw nothing.

"No one is like me!" he'd shrieked in the Maitlands' faces.

The stupid deads sitting here proved it. He had half a mind to grab the nearest one and rip him apart like he'd treated his clones, just to continue to give his rage an outlet, but on top of everything else he didn't want to deal with the consequences of that. Maria was still watching him, as if she expected him to do something of the sort, like she was steeling herself to have to intervene and de-escalate him, even though he knew it wasn't anywhere near part of her job.

The shaking of his fists drew her gaze down – would he really be so brash as to tear through the souls waiting? Not that he could actually kill anyone, but it would make them have to get a new place in line . . . and the paperwork involved would be a headache.

Maria lifted her Miss Argentina sash over her head and draped it on the back of her chair. Quietly, but quickly, she moved around her desk and out the side door that led to the waiting room. Like approaching a wild animal you didn’t want to startle, Maria crept forward. Delicately, she placed her fingers on the side of his arm to get his attention, keeping her back straight and her expression calm.

“How about you come wait in the back, Mr. Betelgeuse.”

Her voice was smooth. She had started adding in the “Mr.” when he’d gone rogue and stopped working for Juno. The days of familiarity, of her calling him “Beej”, were long gone. Maria still kept a certain level of fondness for the poltergeist, though she’d never admit it aloud.

The roots of his hair were probably the color of this fucking suit.

When Maria physically approached and laid a manicured hand on his arm, he almost spun on her. When the pressure on his arm increased, aided by her nails digging in so hard he could feel them through the layers of fabric, he forced himself to relent.

"Fine," he agreed bitterly.

She’d felt him tense at her touch, and Maria briefly considered she’d made a grave mistake approaching him, until his muscles relaxed – slightly – under her fingers. Thank goodness.

Keeping her hand on his arm the receptionist guided him to the office door. She peered out to catch the relief on the newly dead faces before shutting it behind her.

“Take a seat.” She gestured to the chair next to her desk and sat back down on her own. She wanted to stay disinterested, wanted to keep things professional, but she couldn’t.

“So.” Maria pulled some papers together and tapped them on her desk until they were even. “Is most of that blood yours? I haven’t seen you looking so . . . out of sorts in quite some time.”

The beauty queen looked at him from the corner of her eye, pretending to keep most of her attention on the work in front of her.

He sat where indicated, in the hard straight back chair beside her desk. If he wanted, he could look up and see the filing cabinets, the paths in the rug worn through to the subfloor underneath, the endless stacks of paper, and the hallway where the caseworker's offices were.

He didn't want to. He could walk through the place blindfolded. Nothing changed in the Netherworld; it was all slog and dismay. And they thought he was crazy for wanting back out?!

A cigarette appeared in his hand. Sticking it between his lips he glanced up at her question and statement.

"Yeah. The blood's mine. First from that goddamn teenager and second – " He broke off there and used lighting the cigarette as an excuse not to finish and admit he'd torn apart his own clones in a fit of rage. " – never mind. Nothing matters. It's the same shit for eternity."

Maria watched, with pointed interest, as he brought the cigarette up to his mouth. Well, at least the blood was his. Less mess for Juno to clean up later.

“Thanks.” She drawled sardonically, bringing her own cigarette into existence. “I’d love one.”

As she took a drag, Maria let his remark sit in silence for a few moments, unsure of how to respond. Most of the dead seemed to be having an on-going crisis – and if Beej had been feeling the same, he’d never let on.

“You’ve always been one for the dramatics. But never nihilism.” She paused, “ – also, did you just say teenager? You know what – I don’t want to know.”

She threw her hand up at that, waving the question off. He was a scumbag, to be sure, but the thought of him being that scummy was not an idea she wanted to entertain.

He'd have felt bad about not offering her a smoke if he was in a different state of mind. As it were, it didn't even register until she pointed it out. Even then he couldn't quite bring himself to care. It was easy, however, to fill in the blanks she left out.

"It was a fuckin' green card thing," he growled. "Most teens – especially gothy ones who think their existence is the worst of anyone, ever – are dumb as shit. Easy to manipulate. Except this one was too damn clever for her own good. She used – "

It was on the tip of his tongue to admit his naked, desperate desire to be accepted was used effectively against him, but that made sour bile rise in the back of his throat and he had to swallow it down again.

" – ugly art to impale me," he corrected after only a brief hesitation. He took a deep drag, and was dismayed to see that some smoke drifted out the hole in his chest. That kid must've punctured a lung. He sighed as he pulled at his shirt to try and cover it.

From the corner of his eye he watched her watch him. He didn't want her pity. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew he didn't want her pity.

Maria felt herself relax at his growled response – pleased to hear he was still a normal scumbag of the con-man variety. She couldn’t hide the twitch of her lips into a smile when he admitted how he kicked the bucket this time around. She’d seen a lot of dumb ways to die, but ugly art was a first. Chuckling through a drag, she eyed the smoke coming out of his chest, causing her lips to curl even further upward.

As good as it was to have him talking, the anger radiating off him was still obvious. She could practically feel it on her skin. Whenever he got out of hand Juno was usually around to deal with him – but not this time. She was still surprisingly absent. Fortunately, Maria had worked here long enough to know what her boss’s trump card was.

“Juno’s been away from the office today.” she started, putting out her cigarette in the glass tray on her desk. “And you look like you’re in the need of a distraction after . . . your little accident.”

The receptionist spun her chair to face him, one slender bare leg crossed over the other, and raised a brow at the bloodied ghost.

“How does a drink or two at Dante’s sound? On Juno’s tab, of course.”

She smiled, scarlet lips parting to show off her straight white smile. In many ways the two were opposites. Beej was unapologetically himself, moss and all, while Miss Argentina went to great lengths to appear perfect. Even though she had let some of that anxiety go in death, bad habits were hard to break.

“I’ll join you – if you don’t mind. I could use some time out of the office.”

In an effort to appear disinterested in the state of both his clothing and the new hole he was going to have to figure out how to close, Beetlejuice kept his eyes on the paperwork she'd straightened. A kid's profile, from the looks of it. One perk about working as Juno's assistant way back when was helping the kids when they came through –

He glanced up sharply when Maria mentioned Dante's. Actually suggesting it, and accompanying him to it. He would've thought that the beauty queen would pretend that place never existed, although he knew she must have been both scouted and offered a job there.

"On Juno's tab? A drink or five sounds great."

Some time that old hag was going to show up again, slathered in Sandworm spit and gastric juices, and he'd much rather not be found here if possible. He stood up abruptly, making the wooden chair squeal against the floor.

"Fine. I'll let you take me out."

“Only drinks, Mr. Betelgeuse. I’m not paying for any other services.”

Miss Argentina hadn’t had a chance to be out in quite some time. With an eternity stretching out in front of you, there was little rush to do much of anything other than your assigned job. Peering down at her burgundy gown, she also realized she hadn’t changed her outfit in years – wearing the same dress to two different parties used to be a mortifying thought when she was alive.

How things change. The beauty queen stood, and with a few moments of concentration, changed into a red cocktail dress. Her French curled hair now in tight waves around her shoulders. It felt nice. A little like being alive, even. Even if it was just to go out and watch this man get drunk off his ass. But she understood his desire to live again – didn’t all ghosts wish they could be top side? He was certainly the most tenacious about getting there.

“All right, ready when you are,” she said while smoothing down her new outfit. She turned from the older man and started towards the office exit, throwing a ‘are you coming?’ glance over her shoulder at him.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her hands smoothing down the fabric of her choice of dress. With his cigarette still caught between two fingers, he ran his thumb over his lower lip, thinking about the differences between the dead and the breathers changing clothing – the breathers had to take it off and put it back on, versus simply willing a new outfit into existence.

Of course the dead could be titillatingly mundane, if they chose. It was too bad this was the never-closed office, and there was a waiting room full of ghosts on the other side of the glass partition –

At her invitation and with a sigh, Beetlejuice stepped off the road that daydream was headed. He'd lost the chance with her a long time ago.

He flicked his still lit cigarette into the ether and decided if she was going to be dolled up, it wouldn't be right for him to accompany her in what he was wearing. Between one step towards the door and the next, his blood-soaked tux became his favorite striped suit. He left the hole in his torso under his shirt.

"Lead the way, muñeca." tbc . . .

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theholycovenantrpg · 3 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, MAL! YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF DAMIEN WARD.

Admin Cas: At long last, our Antichrist is among us! Mal, your application left me totally enamoured by the vicious, wicked, and beautiful creature you placed before us. As you pointed out, Damien is a being of halves — half human, half divine, half animal — and yet, nothing in his life has even been done in halves. You breathed such life into him, made him so much more than his epithet or his Vice. The way you used the Prophecy that still lingers, even as it’s been fulfilled, and injected that into your future plots was just so exciting! And, I have to admit, when you mentioned the way that he tugs at his gloves as a threat, as a flex of his power — well, that just felt so DAMIEN. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with him, and I’m beyond excited to see what ruin he wreaks on the dash! Please create and send in your account, review the information on our CHECKLIST, and follow everyone on the FOLLOW LIST. Welcome to the Holy Land!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Mal

Age | 25

Personal Pronouns | They/them

Activity Level | I’m a full time student and have other general life obligations, but I’m generally fairly free on the evenings and weekends. In numbers I’d estimate my activity at probably a 6/10.

Timezone | EST

Triggers | REMOVED

How did you find the group? | I came across one of your beautiful promos in the lsrpg tag, if I recall correctly.

Current/Past RP Accounts | Jove

IN CHARACTER

Character | Damien Ward

What drew you to this character? | I had Damien’s bio lingering in the back of my head since I first read it, and then Admin Rosey kindly suggested he and I might be a good fit for one another, and I sunk my teeth in. The image of eight year-old Damien standing over a body with wolves licking blood from his hands stuck in me like a fishhook. He’s half-mortal, half-divine, half-wild creature. I am reminded of classical Greek heroes, defined by transgression, made great and made beautiful by the same things that make him monstrous.

He’s in a position with so much glimmering potential on the horizon. He’s fulfilled his purpose, in a sense, and yet the world remains rebuilt beneath him. Is it enough for it to lift him up as it has? He was not built for times of peace, and here he is living in one. This can only go on so long, and how could I not adore a character surrounded in so much tantalizing possibility?

Also, I am such a sucker for the fascinating family dynamics that surround him. His own mother, who willingly took Lucifer himself into her arms, could not bear the sight of what they’d made together. Damien was made for wild, inky shadows, to be at home among bloody-mouthed beasts. And yet, when hell opened it’s maw to swallow him whole, he found family. An Antichrist who is loved, who might wrestle with his sister like a wolf-pip and turn his face upwards to face the judgement of a mother, and care what she sees. The thought must have been so utterly foreign to Damien as a child, whose mother could not stir a single response from him, for whom he could never find reason to twist his mouth into a smile. And yet he offers Azazel everything she asks for, he listens attentively to his father and learns to craft words of bright silver. It is a remarkable thing, that one could look into Damien’s wild, inky darkness and learn to love him. Perhaps the only thing stranger is that he has learned to love back.

Also, he’s evil and sexy and I love him.

What future plots do you have in mind for the character? |

THE FORTUNATE SON | The family dynamics surrounding Damien are stunning, fire-forged and battle-tested, yet razor thin cracks grow along their obsidian surface. They are bound so tightly together, love each other with terrifying ferocity, yet even the closest of bonds can snap when struck from the right angle. They are all caught up in tantalizing possibility, but the crack most likely to become a fissure runs in a sharp, direct line straight from Damien’s ambition to Judas’.

Damine knows what his pseudo father is: The Great Betrayer. Damien is not blind to the fact that he is a dangerous man to share power with, even an invisible crown. But he took Damien in when he was a hollow and wild thing. The first creature whose eyes Damien found recognition in was a wolf. Judas was the second. Damien has killed with them both. Sons rising up against their fathers is one of the oldest stories in the world. Damien has already lived it, once. In dark, seething moments, he wonders if he may have to live it again. Is Judas, like the wolf, not a creature of his nature? Is placing his trust in his hands not akin to placing his head in the mouth of the beast? And yet... neither has failed him thus far.

(And yet, he thinks with a secret tenderness he knows may curse him, he loves them both.)

I can see either Damien or Judas turning against the other should the right leverage be applied to their deep yet delicate bond. A war between them would be a terror wrought upon the world and upon themselves. Conflict between them would be devastating and delectable, both to the characters and the world around them. It might seem nearly inevitable, two ambitions like theirs poised so keenly for conflict, and yet I just as easily see them united should they find another common enemy. Damien’s sights may turn towards Judas should he find himself unable to resist the ache in his jaw to destroy, yet should he be given something else tantalizing to gnash his teeth against, Damien may always find himself choosing the latter.

SEVEN DEVILS | Outside of his found family, the Vices, each carefully hand-picked for their own strains of terror, are Damien’s closest allies upon this earth. Though even then, loyalty, let alone trust, among demons is a dangerously fickle thing. Even the best of the creatures of hell are a ravenous, power-hungry lot, and Damien is not nearly foolish enough to think none of them might hunger for the power he wields as their self-appointed leader. Raum is the only among them he can truly trust, she who he plucked from obscurity and gave grand purpose, she who is the closest being to him not called family. Yet he chose each of his Vices for a reason, and each of them has unique value to him. I see him trying to craft an individual loyalty with each of them, tethering them all one-by-one to his ambitions.

This is not to say I can’t see him failing in this lofty task, no matter what he might think of his silver-tongue and the bone-chilling power of his mere presence. Damien is perfectly capable of overestimating the power of his own thrall, or of being too caught up in the affairs of his family to hear the whispers passed between them, or countless other faults that may make him vulnerable to those in his inner circle. I would love to explore what may happen should one or more of the vices turn against him, their united front fracturing. Damien believes that he is the one who raised them high, who granted them their lofty titles, and that he has every right to cast them away should they fail him, and I can all too easily see such a move back-firing spectacularly.

The seven of them create a complex web of loyalties, and as much as Damien prefers to think himself the clever spider at its centre, he is just as capable of being caught up in it as any of the others.

LIVING IN THE AFTERMATH | Perhaps more of an internal development than an interpersonal one, but I’m deeply interested in exploring how the events since Lucifer was vanquished continue to affect Damien. He never found a father in the Morningstar. The word family will forever evoke Judas, Abbadon, and Azazel before the woman who birthed him and the man who sired him, but the Devil’s blood still runs in his veins. So much of what he is, as acerbic a thought as it may be, is owed to the circumstances of his birth.

Seizing hell and sending Lucifer careening upward, outcast from the realm he once ruled, was the first step to ridding the Antichrist of his father’s shadow, but it would prove to be far from the last. Three hundred years longer, Damien had to wait with a pernicious, buzzing anxiety, for the last of the Morningstar’s light to finally fade from his eyes, and that too would not bring the end of his influence. Though he did not stand in the way of the search for the bodies of God and his Morningstar, speaking of the affair left his tongue dry and bitter in his mouth. Their time had come and gone. All that was left of them was dust. And besides, if mortal and demonkind so desperately sought what was left of the Morningstar, all they had to do was turn their eyes to his progeny. Lucifer’s blood thrums through his veins, yet they seek his crumbled remains instead? It defies Damien’s understanding.

The Heretics and their precious Sanctus Terra (a name that to this day he can’t help but feel a petty disdain for) only exacerbated his frustration. Going to war with them was delightful, yes, crushing their ranks between his teeth brought a dark kind of satisfaction he hadn’t felt since he’d seized the Morningstar and ripped him from his throne. Damien could have waged war for centuries, never tiring of the taste of mortal blood, of flexing his power against their generals. But too many others were not so inclined - and it was with disdain (and a fair bit of pressure from those around him) that he agreed to set the war aside to establish the Holy Land. His beloved Azazel being made Moon - though were it up to him, he’d have given her the whole piece of land to her to do with what she pleased - at least served as something of a consolation prize. Even on this so-called neutral ground, the power of his family has made itself known and respected.

Still, his resentment for the place has not entirely faded, and while he’s willing to at least tolerate most of what it has to offer, some of its residents make that ire come bubbling up to the surface. Namely, Estienne, who in all their lofty arrogance and sly demeanour has come to be emblematic of everything Damien hates about the place. Estienne is but a pale imitation, thinking a touch of plague-given divinity makes them his equal, who seems to seek a dynasty with his own sister not unlike the one Damien has with his. It’s petty, Damien’s disdain, yet powerful. I see Estienne managing to push all of Damien’s buttons, and as much as Damien would like to forget about them entirely, they remain a thorn in his side, with more influence over him than he would ever care to admit.

CUT FROM THE CLOTH OF FATE | Damien was born swathed in prophecy. Destiny’s shadow has hung over him and lingered behind him for the entirety of his existence. The Antichrist, born to eat the world. And he’s done it, hasn’t he? He has torn the Morningstar from his throne and bit out his throat, he has brought Hell itself to the surface of the earth. Civilizations have fallen to his wrath, cities crumbled under his touch, the world as it was once known torn to pieces and turned to dust. Yet what is destruction wrought when revival follows it like a shadow?

I see Damien at something of a crossroads. In one sense, his prophecy is fulfilled; he took the world between his teeth and crushed an age to it’s bitter end. Half the world is his in all but name (though Judas’ shadow lurks around every corner, he too crafting himself an invisible throne), but contentedness can not and will not come easily to Damien. Something stirs within him, something yet to be named, perhaps even recognized, but its roots have already taken root in the core of him. Restlessness stirs in his hounds, power festering from underuse, and a quiet, dull ache grows in the set of his jaw. He was made to destroy, not to rule, but he cannot deny that there is something delectable about the word ‘king’.

I see him in quiet, solitary moments turning the prophecy over in his mind. What is one meant to do, once he’s swallowed the world? There are moments he regrets letting it regrow so quickly, giving him so little time to bask in the ruination of his making, and there are moments when he wonders if his prophecy remains unfulfilled, still dark and beckoning. Every moment spent with Nerissa pulls it from him, makes his hands itch to rip off his gloves and feel ruin blossom under his touch once more, this time with no rebirth to follow. There are times still, when he thinks he ought to tear apart the prophecy itself with his teeth, render it as meaningless and obsolete as the ashes of the Old Testament. His father was a king. Perhaps it is time to claim a different kind of birthright.

I can see Damien turning his sights on The Holy Land and Caelum (and maybe - if those lands have somehow fallen to his wrath - Infernum itself) hungry for destruction at whatever cost it may come. Just as easily, I can see him looking to his invisible throne and the crown of shadows growing on his brow, and decide that it is time to make them something more tangible. I’m not sure Damien himself knows exactly what he wants, but I know it would be utterly delightful to see which direction the story and the other characters may push him in, and find out.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes. But if Damien is going down, he is going down in one hell of a blaze of glory.

IN DEPTH

Driving Character Motivation | The dark, beautiful thing about Damien is that if he were asked this question, I’m not sure he could give you a solid answer. Oh of course he wouldn’t say as much, his lips would twist up in something not quite a smile, and from his tongue he’d create something lovely and argent, perhaps ask what the earthquake’s driving motivation is to turn a city to dust, or what drives a pack of wolves to tear the stag limb from limb. It would be long after his shadow had ceased to fall upon you, after your bones had warmed from his chill, that you would realize he answered only with questions. That is, if he answered at all, and did not instead slit your throat for the presumption.

Damien is, above all else, inevitable. The trajectory of his life has forever been defined by what he is more than who. The line between them blurs beyond recognition. Damien is a force of nature, a wild animal, and a fatherless son all in the same breath. He is a creature of ferocious instinct, who knew that he thirsted for the sweet, metallic taste of blood long before he knew why.

All this is to say, Damien’s motivation is a fractured thing. One might call the thing driving his heart to beat and his hands to rend destiny or instinct or hunger, but in a word, I would call it ambition. Damien was born with grand purpose, with a dark, insatiable thirst. He was going to kill the world. Now he’s done just that, in a sense, chewed up the old world and spit it back out, only to watch his pseudo-father carefully tend to the remains. Something new has blossomed from Damien’s destruction and perhaps, were he anyone else, that would be enough.

Which path to carve forward remains unknown, even to Damien himself, but one thing remains certain: this is not where his story ends. He did not overthrow the Morningstar to live an idle eternity, to bask in even the chaotic peace of Infernum. He balances on the line between ‘prince’ and ‘king’ and yet is permitted to openly call himself neither. He looks to the north and sees wide swathes of earth that do not yet know his destructive trust. All the while, something inside him grows, inky shadows spreading where he stands. So many highs he has yet to reach, so many ways to wield his power against the world.

What does Damien want? The answer swirls like a storm building inside him, shapeless and impatient. If he really must name it, I believe he would choose a singular, all-encompassing word: MORE.

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Vicious: Full of vice. Is there a word that more completely sums up all that the Antichrist is? The word may conjure the traditional vices, but it is also a word for the wild, fierce cruelty Damien is capable of embodying so completely. He is vicious in that he is wicked, but also in that if he proclaimed he was raised by wolves one might believe him. Damien is a sharp, dangerous thing, and he bears each vice with pride, but none more than his self-appointed title: wrath.

Volatile: In certain environments, such as his childhood, one could be easily be mistaken in thinking the Antichrist scarce feels anything at all, cold and distant as he might be. The truth is something else entirely. It might not show on his face until the ice inside him has whirled into a blizzard, but without his gloves Damien’s power would act on its own accord. Damien feels deeply, quickly, and to those who know him well enough can seem almost childish in the changes of his mood. Especially now, when the path before him is so unclear, and Damien finds himself all but itching for his next direction.

Aloof: Cold is the first word that many think of when they encounter Damien. He walks into a room like the winter chill blowing in. And how fitting it is, that the distant, aloof child of the Morningstar could make even the fires of hell seem cold. Damien is a singular creature; he prefers to stand apart from most (with few exceptions made, for family and to an extent, the Vices). And how could he not, the only half-demon known to walk the Earth?

Eloquent: Damien came of age under the wing of Judas, the silver-tongued betrayer. He has learned to weave words from the best teacher one could desire. Yet, the Antichrist himself is not a creature of lies by his nature. He may employ them should they be needed, but Damien prefers those who look upon him to know exactly who he is. He barely spoke a word the first eight years of his life, silent as a shadow. Now, every word is chosen carefully, the beauty of his words a sharp contrast between the dread he invokes.

Passionate: How irritating he finds it, that language so often describes passion as a fire. Damien is a creature of ice and shadow. Passion, for Damien, is a blizzard, whiting-out everything in its path, a glacier, slow-moving and unstoppable, or the nocturnal beasts coming out of hiding at the fall of night, inevitable as it is fearsome. When Damien cares, he cares deeply, and with terrifying ferocity.

Dauntless: What does the Antichrist know of fear? Damien has never met an obstacle he did not hesitate to rise to meet, not even the Devil himself. As a child he looked down into the fiery mouth of hell and he found himself a home in its fires. Damien is bold, welcoming a challenge, particularly in battle, and does not do well with idleness.

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There’s something wonderfully fascinating about watching the effects of his presence before the affected even knows Damien lingers close by. Even creatures of hell can react like prey animals under the unseen gaze of a wolf, a mysterious chill creeping up their spines, hairs standing on end as they twist their necks in search of the source of their unease. The corner of Damien’s mouth ticks upward at the sight. It’s a rare thing in these languid days of peace, that he gets a chance to flex this particular muscle, lingering in the shadows of Infernum’s ever-ostentatious decor in a dark corner of a busy room. It will not last, the effect of Damien’s presence can only go unnoticed for so long. Sooner or later, the cold will seep deeply enough into someone’s skin to dismiss as a figment of imagination, and he will be given away. He’s only managed to escape notice so far because slipped in from a side-door, treading quickly and silently, and took a vantage point half-covered by a heavy velvet curtain, and, far more significantly, because the room’s attention is fixed on none other than Judas himself.

It’s a rare gift that Damien’s pseudo-father possesses, that silver-tongued charm that makes one believe that no matter what you may have heard about ‘The Great Betrayer,’ this time, you can trust him. Damien understands the mechanics of it, taught from Judas himself, exactly how to weave your phrases, the rise and fall that leaves a room full of creatures as wild as demons hanging on every word. Still, he has so few moments where he gets to watch Judas in his element while unobserved himself, watching with a hint of fondness as he sways opinions word by word. Typically, he would delegate one of the Vices, or perhaps someone below them, depending on the importance of matters, to keep an eye on his parental figure in his stead. Like Judas before him, Damien calls attention to himself by simply walking into a room. The dynasty that Judas, Abbadon, Azazel, and himself have carved out for themselves may not call themselves royalty, but the subjects of Infernum address them as if they wore crowns and carried sceptres all the same. Their power - much like what Judas displays now - is nameless, but it is palpable.

As much as he enjoys the light thrill of watching from the shadows as Judas works his political machinations, he did not come here just to watch. No, Damien has matters to discuss with his father of sorts, but the opportunity to glimpse him working his schemes unnoticed is not something he was about to turn down, even if the moment might be brief. Unfortunately, there’s nothing especially interesting about the conversation, mere political minutiae Damien rarely has the patience for. Judas reaches a pause and Damien watches a nearby demon shift uncomfortably on her feet, and Damien’s time to linger has come to an end.

“Judas,” he says, stepping out of his shadow-y corner. He cannot pretend it doesn’t bring him some satisfaction, the way the energy of the room so instantly changes. Eyes flit between Judas and himself, unsure where this goes next. There are precious few, who could get away with such an interruption, Damien one of them. He could wait, but why would he? He, too, wears an invisible crown. He, too, demands the attention of all that look upon. Sometimes, he thinks Judas ought to remember that fact. “My apologies for the interruption,” he says coolly. His expression betrays nothing, Judas likely the only person in the room who realizes that Damien has nothing especially urgent to say. Still, the room has come to a standstill, everyone else willing to wait on their two kings. Damien stands still as a sculpture, and watches with silent satisfaction the entire room stills with him, letting the long moment pass.

“A moment of your time?”

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Headcanons |

Though he adores the infernal terror of Azazel’s hellhounds, Damien has his own hunting dogs - a pack of wild wolves that came to him almost unbidden. He dotes on them, a reminder of the first wild creatures whose eyes he ever saw himself reflected in, but they are from domesticated. Though they may seem docile under Damien’s touch - lounging at the foot of his imaginary throne - but they are wild, vicious things, far quicker to show their anger than their master. The first sign of Damien’s displeasure is often not a hint in his body language, or even a look in his eye, but the low growl of the wolves at his side.

Serpents and birds of prey flock to Damien as hell, seeming to crawl out of the woodwork when he’s around. He’s open to their presence, but doesn’t dote on him the way he does his wolves. Still, it isn’t unheard of to see Damien with a hawk perched on his shoulder, or with some venomous snake casually curling itself around his ankle.

Usually, Damien doesn’t mind his lack of wings. It sets him apart from his demonic kin, a reminder to everyone around him that even in the realm of Infernum, he is something else, otherworldly no matter where he might make his abode. That only changes when - for whatever reason - he is in need of fast transport, and must rely on some other demon’s wings. He will not, under any circumstance, admit this out loud, and does what he must with all the animalistic grace that eternally characterizes his movement, but it is - to be frank - rather embarrassing.

Sometimes, as a threat, Damien will tug on the fingers of his gloves.

#accepted #accepted: damien

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ophionyx · 4 years

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Finally settled on a humanoid design for Relic here, since I’m gonna be using him in an RP :) He’s a wandering priest who’s pretty good at vanquishing evil spirits and whatnot but terrible at being a responsible adult.

#flight rising #fr pearlcatcher #fr gijinka #I'd design more human forms for my dragons but I always take ages to settle on something I like #I've got some proper art of this guy lined up so stay tuned #myart #my dragons #relic #sketch

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paradoxrealm · 4 years

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In a timeline separate from any current RPs, AGiT Vanessa's cell has mysteriously opened. And she's been given a knife.

Oh fun, they're both dead! Good job vanquishing the evil with some more evil?...

Moon had looked like the victor for a moment there, but Vanessa managed to catch him just before dying herself.

Moon had managed to pin her down, tearing a hole straight to some vital wires. He went to cut them out, though he only managed to sever about three of them before Vanessa wedged her arm free (tearing his off in the process) and stabbing that super nice knife you gave her right through his left eye, almost immediately killing him.

Unfortunately for Vanessa, that started sparking, catching Moon's old wiring on fire, some of the sparks (and the occasional stray flame) catching onto her newly exposed wiring before she could escape, causing a rather large explosion just a moment later, the fire effectively eating away at her insides.

Fuuuuun. I'm sure Snatcher would thank you.

#(i just had a random number gen and it picked 3 (which was them both dying)#a gear in time #ic #tw death #tw violence #ask to tag

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janethepegasus · 5 years

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BMC Miraculous AU RP Thing: Tree of Beginnings

An RP me and @pika-ace did relating to the BMC Miraculous AU, and it’s one of the movies, being “The Tree of Beginnings”

And yes, i did change the ending to this (mainly because i didn’t like the fact Nadia just joins everyone as they go home, plus she wouldn’t stay for very long anyway with that original ending. But if anyone wants to read what happened in that original ending, let me know)

(At night, Joe was asleep in his bed, resting peacefully. But then, a mysterious figure climbs out the window and approaches the bed) (The figure sees that the Owl Miraculous is on a night stand, so they take the Miraculous and put it on Joe's wrist. However, this caused Joe to wake up)

Joe: Wha-?!

(The figure, being a girl, looks down at him) Nadia: J, let’s go home.

Joe: *sits up* What are you saying? Who are you?!

Nadia: ...You know who I am, and you know where your real home is.

Joe: What...?

Joe: What are you saying?? (Nadia doesn’t say anything and grabs Joe) Nadia: Let’s go home, this world doesn’t need us anymore.

Joe: Hey you- *pulls his arms free* At least tell me where exactly this home is!

Nadia: ...You will know once I take you. (Nadia grabs onto Joe again) Nadia: Now come. (She pulls Joe off of bed)

Joe: No, wait! *pulls against her hold*

(Nadia holds onto Joe tightly as she pulls him towards the window) Nadia: I walked a long way to get here, so forgive me for the long walk to your real home.

Joe: I can't just... leave without a word to anyone!

Nadia: Don’t worry, they will come with you...soon. (Nadia drags Joe out of the window and drags him away from the apartment)

Joe: No...!

(Nadia drags Joe through and out the city)

Joe: Please, tell me where were going, and don't just say home!

Nadia: ...The place...where you landed on this world...

Joe: *blinks* What...?

Nadia: The place where you landed in this world...that is your real home...

(Joe blinks in realization)

Joe: You're...taking me to the place...where i landed many years ago? Nadia: Yes, i will take you to your real home.

Joe: How did you...manage to walk the whole way?

Nadia: I had ways to do so. Now come with me, i will take you to your real home. *keeps pulling Joe*

(Joe stops resisting a bit as she doesn't seem evil or akumatized)

(She drags him far away from the city and heads out towards the location of Joe's real home) (The next morning, Jane wakes up and leaves her room, but she notices that Joe's not there)

Jane: Dad??

Jane: Dad, where are you??

(Not seeing him anywhere, she shoots the group chat a text) Jane: *text* Uh guys? I can't find Dad

Jeremy: *text* What??

Michael: *text* That's not good...

Jane: *text* Yeah, i dunno where he is!

Eric: *text* We'll go look for him

Jeremy: *text* He's gotta be somewhere!

(The armada transforms and starts searching, Jane and Kirsty tagging along as well)

(They search through the city, looking at every corner of the city, but they couldn't find him anywhere in the city)

Leo: What the hell???

Hound: Owl Dad's not in the city??

Timber: Seems like it

Leo: Then where the hell is he??

Cyber: I guess we'll just have to look outside the city

Leo: Yeah, maybe we'll find him somewhere out there...

(They head out)

(Meanwhile with Joe, Nadia keeps dragging him through New Jersey until she suddenly stops) Nadia: ...Remember when i said, i had ways to get to your fake home?

Joe: Yes?

Nadia: Well...here's the way i did it. (Nadia's hands glow and suddenly, a large venus fly-like plant pops out of the ground and it has a large tunnel-like stem)

Joe: O_O

Joe: W-What is that?! Nadia: A friend. He will take us to your real home. (The venus fly trap lowers it's head and opens it's mouth to reveal a tunnel) Nadia: Come. He will take us home *drags Joe towards the venus fly trap*

Joe: O-Okay

(Nadia drags Joe into the venus fly trap, then the plant closes it's mouth and all of the sudden, a force pulls them into the tunnel and they get pulled through the

tunnel) Nadia: This might take a while so be patient.

(Joe just nods and goes with it)

(They get pulled through the tunnel for a while, until they see light at the end of the tunnel) (They get out of the tunnel and Joe sees the place where he landed on all those years ago, and nothing much has changed since then)

Joe: Oh my...

Joe: The beauty of this place never changed... Nadia: ...But this isn't the only thing here. (Nadia points and Joe looks, his eyes widen when he sees a giant magical tree with multicolored leafs, stands in the spot where he landed many years ago)

Joe: Oh my goodness...

Nadia: This is the Tree of Beginnings, your real home.

Joe: This...was where I landed?

Nadia: Yes; the Tree of Beginnings grew on the spot where you landed, a tree born from the seed of a Guardian.

Joe: Amazing...I never knew

Nadia: *nods* Now come, your true home awaits. (Nadia drags Joe to the tree and takes him to a small cave on the tree's roots) (Then they got inside, he sees that they're under the tree and many colorful and magical plants are around the area, plus the grass on the floor has a little glow)

Joe: Beautiful...

Nadia: Indeed. I'm glad you enjoy your old home, because you will now live here until the time has come for us to leave this world.

Joe: Uh...

Joe: May i ask...why? Nadia: Because...this world doesn't need the Miraculous anymore...we serve no purpose here in this world...so we must take all the Miraculouses and go into space, so

the universe can take us.

Joe: That’s not true, Raven Claw is still a very big threat to this world

Nadia: Exactly! The Raven Miraculous Holder is abusing his powers for the sake for chaos, and the Holders that respond to such foolishness are only seen as tools,

forms of entertainment to humanity! This NEVER happened to any other Holders in the past, NO ONE saw Miraculous Holders as performers for their amusement, until now.

This is why the world doesn't need us anymore, because they just see the Miraculous and everything we done as some kind of form of entertainment!

Joe: How do you know about that??

Nadia: The Tree of Beginnings has told me everything that's going on with the Miraculous, ever since i was born. And i am disgusted that YOU allowed humanity to see

Miraculous Holders this way! Miraculous Holders are supposed to be hidden! Not known as much to the general public, and now they shout out their praises to them like

gods! And that's why they don't need us! We're just mere tools to them!

Joe: That’s not something I can help! This day in age with technology it would be almost impossible to stay hidden!

Nadia: Doesn't matter! I am disgusted that you decided to make humanity see the Miraculous Holders as forms of entertainment! Well i am putting an end to this

disgusting behavior and taking us, and the Miraculous Holders, away from Earth, because CLEARLY the world doesn't REALLY need us anymore!!

Joe: That’s not true!!

Nadia: Yes it is!!

Joe: As long as Raven Claw is still around, the world DOES need the Miraculous! And even after we defeat him there's no telling if the Miraculous won't be needed

anymore! The holders have thwarted evil over hundreds of years but even after it was vanquished I've stayed here! Clearly the universe wants me to stay!

Nadia: *scoffs* Oh sure, the world "needs" the Miraculous, just so they can be tools of entertainment to the whole world! Face it J, the world truly doesn't NEED the

Miraculous anymore! They don't see the Miraculous the same way as before, they see the Miraculous as TOOLS, and they could be easily abused by people! And i don't care

if the universe says you stay, I say that we are leaving this world! >:(

Joe: And what makes you think YOU can go against the universe?! You're nothing more than a child!

Nadia: I'm MORE than just a child! I have Miraculous magic within me! And therefore, i have the power to go AGAINST the universe so humanity will be punished for

seeing Miraculous Holders as entertainment!! >:(

Joe: How could you have Miraculous magic?!

Nadia: Because i was born in this tree!! Joe: How?! Nadia: ...You should have known why.

Joe: I...what do you mean?

Nadia: ...You clearly don't know, do you?

Joe: I don't; I've never seen this place before in my life

Nadia: ...Do you even know who i really am? Or how i was born here?

Joe: Do you think I would be THIS confused about you dragging me here and saying all this if I did? >:(

(Nadia glares at Joe, then her hands glow and vines suddenly appear and tie up around his wrists)

Joe: Hey!!

(The vines drag him and then a throne made out of plants appears and the vines throw him towards the throne) (Then vines grow out of the throne and strap Joe's wrists and ankles onto the throne)

Joe: What the hell are you doing?! You didn't even answer my questions!

Nadia: Relax J, you just sit in your throne while i go and get the current Miraculous Holders, once all of them are here, we can leave this world!

Joe: *struggles* If you lay a finger on them...!

Nadia: I'm afraid i have to J, what else can i do to get them? (Her hands glow and 30 large plants with tunnels on them appear out of the ground) Nadia: *to the plants* Go. Find the Miraculous Holders, and put them inside the tree. Don't stop until you got all 30 of them. (The plants go back into the ground and they dig underground towards where the Holders are)

Joe: No! Please! Don't hurt my children!!

Nadia: ...I have to. What else can i do to get them here?

(Meanwhile, with the holders)

(They're still looking for Joe, but found no luck) (Leo looks and sees that the sun is starting to set) Leo: Damn, we still have no luck on finding Joe!

Cyber: Well keep looking, he's got to be somewhere!

(They keep looking, the sun starts to set as they keep searching)

(As they walk, they're unaware of the plants slowly creeping under their feet)

(They searching, and just as when the sun set and the moon started to rise, one of the plants emerges and takes Tiger)

Tiger: AH-! *he's taken* Pacific: Huh? ...Rich?

(Then another plant emerges and takes Pacific)

(More plants come up and take Frill, Coral, and Natura)

(Then one of the plants takes Stag)

Stag: AH-! Cloudy: Huh? Hey! Hayden, where'd you go?!

(Then another plant appears, taking Cloudy) Cloudy: AH-!

Scarlet: Uh guys, something's not right...is it just me or is our group getting smaller?

Jade: Yeah...something doesn't feel right...

Atlantic: Well maybe you guys are just letting it get to your he-EADS!! *a plant takes Atlantic*

Scarlet: *notices Atlantic is gone* Max?!

Scarlet: Max! Where did you GO!! *a plant takes him*

Jade: *sees that Scarlet is gone* Sebastian!!

Kirsty: Guys? Jade: Max! Sebastian! Where are YOU- (Kirsty jumps as she sees Jade just about get yanked under the ground)

Kirsty: Philip?!

Kirsty: Guys! Philip just went underground!!!

Arctic: What?! O_O

Papillion: *lands* What are you- Kirsty: No no no no stay up STAY UP!! (A plant takes Papillion)

Ursa: Honestly, i don't know what the hell you're freaking OUT- (A plant takes Ursa)

Arctic: MATT! What the hell is happen-ING *she's taken* Jane: Oh my god!!

Aqua: What the hell is going ON- (A plant takes Aqua)

Karma: BAILEY! AH- (He's taken; Ace and Swan stay airborne) Ace: What the hell is happening?!

Jane: People are getting dragged underground!

(Jane picks up Kirsty and holds her close in fear) Jane: What do we do?!

Swan: I don't know!

Ace: Don't worry, we'll be safe up HERE- (A plant shoots out of the ground and wraps around his ankle)

Swan: ROMEO!!

(Ace is dragged down and into the ground without any hesitation, and Swan dives down to where he once was)

Swan: Romeo?! ROMEO?!

Cyber: POST!! GET OFF THE GROUND!! (Swan only looks up for a second before he's taken)

Maiden: What the hell is going ON- (A plant takes Maiden) Volph: Fio-NA!! (A plant takes Volph)

(Jane and Kirsty watch in horror as everyone else is taken)

(Meanwhile, while Raven was gonna make an akuma, a plant emerges out of the floor of his tower) Raven: Wait, what the FU- (The plant takes Raven) (Back with the Holders, the plants take Draco, Inferno, Striker, and Fyre Fly)

(Soon only the main four and Jane and Kirsty are left)

(Cyber clings onto Timber and Hound clings onto Leo) Jane: Oh god, why is this happening?!

Cyber: I don't know!! Timber: I think we might know where Joe went though!

Leo: Really?!

Hound: If he was taken by plants, that would explain it!!

Jane: But where do these plants take him to?!

Leo: I don't think I wanna know!

(Suddenly, a plant emerges and takes Hound)

Timber: NO!!

(Timber is taken next) Leo: PAPA!!

Cyber: JORDAN!!

(Then two plants emerge to take Leo and Cyber, but Jane and Kirsty shove them out of the way, letting them get taken instead)

Cyber: JANE!! Leo: KIRSTY!!

(Cyber and Leo stand back to back and at the ready...but nothing happens)

Leo: I...think those plants left...

Cyber: Stay on guard...they might come back...

Leo: Yeah...

(They wait a while but nothing happens so they let themselves relax)

Leo: Wow...i can't believe those plants took everyone...

Cyber: We have to find them...and I think Jordan was right...I bet they’re behind Joe’s disappearance too...

Leo: Yeah, but we don't know where those plants took them!

Cyber: No...but I think we can figure it out (He gestures to the ground where the plants emerge and they see a small path marking there the plants traveled underground)

Leo: Sooo...we follow the path those plants left behind?

Cyber: It’s the best lead we have

Leo: Alright...let's see where this path leads us to...

(Meanwhile at the tree...)

(All the Holders that got captured get transfered to inside the tree, where they find themselves floating in some magical tree sap, but the sap seems to give them a

weird tingly feeling all over their bodies) ((This magical tree sap does something to Holders who are in their Miraculous form; they get a weird tingly feeling all over their bodies due to their Miraculous magic reacting to the magic withing the tree sap and oddly, if they are in their Miraculous forms, they can breathe in the sap if they're in it. But for normal humans and Holders in their normal forms, they can't breathe))

(The last two plants then come holding Jane and Kirsty and Nadia stops them before they’re put in the sap) Nadia: What?! These aren’t the Lion and Eel holders!!

Nadia: Release them! (The plants spit out Jane and Kirsty and Nadia immediately gets up close to them) Nadia: Who are you? >:(

Kirsty: Uh- Jane: Tell me where my dad is first!! >:(

Nadia: *looks shocked* ...J...is your father...?

Jane: Yeah! What did you do with him?! >:((( (Kirsty clings to Jane in fear from her mouthing off to the one who took them)

(Nadia looks at Jane for a few seconds, then she grabs Jane and lifts her up by the shirt) Kirsty: JANEY!! (She looks at Jane and glares at her) Nadia: ...Should've know J would resort to adopting, considering is little disability... Jane: Wait wha- Nadia: *cuts her off* If you really want to know where your "father" is, then i'll bring you to him.

(She starts walking away but Kirsty leaps onto her back) Kirsty: Let her go!!!

Nadia: *unphased* Why should i?

Kirsty: I’m not letting you hurt my girlfriend!! >:((((

Nadia: ...I'm not.

Kirsty: Well...then you’re not taking her anywhere without me!

Nadia: ...Very well then. (Nadia drags Jane and Kirsty until she approaches the plant throne where Joe is at)

Joe: Girls!!

Jane: Dad!! :D

Kirsty: Owl Dad!!

(Nadia throws Jane next to the throne and Kirsty soon after)

(They scramble up to him) Joe: What-What are you doing here?! Kirsty: Plants brought us here! The holders too!

Joe: W-What?! Jane: The plants were gonna take Cyber and Leo but we sacrificed ourselves so they can live!

Nadia: So that’s what happened... >:(

Nadia: No matter, i will simply try to get them again >:(

Joe: Cyber and Leo always come through in situations like this. Seeing as you saw everything that’s happened I’m sure you know that >:(

Nadia: We’ll see about that! >:(

Jane: Nothing can stop Cyber and Leo! >:( Kirsty: Yeah! >:(

Nadia: ...I will try to stop them, regardless if you claim they won't be stopped.

Kirsty: W-Well...we won't let you! >:(

Nadia: And how do you plan on stopping me? >:/

Jane: I don't know, but we'll...think of something! >:(

Nadia: Hmph. *turns away from them* While you think of that, i will do my best to bring them here, regardless if you claim they'll survive anything that's thrown at

them >:( (Her hands glow and large plants appear out of the ground) Nadia: *to the plants* Go. Go get Cyber and Leo and don't stop until you have them. (The plants nod and go underground to find them)

Jane: NO! (They start to run after the plants but Nadia makes vines appear; they grab Jane and Kirsty and sit them on either side of Joe's throne and wrap around them tightly)

Kirsty: HEY!! >:(

Nadia: No more distractions; no more tricks >:(

Nadia: I will get Cyber and Leo, no matter what you do or say to stop me! >:(

(Jane and Kirsty struggle as Nadia leaves the room) Joe: Girls...did you see the others? Are they alright?

Jane: Yeah, they're okay

Kirsty: They're just...stuck in tree sap or something :/ Joe: Girls...I'm so sorry you got involved in this...

Jane: It's okay Dad, we didn't expect all of this to happen. But at least we found you :)

Kirsty: Yeah, we were all worried

Jane: We pretty much searched EVERYWHERE for you, the whole day we've been looking for you! But...thankfully you're, kinda, safe :/

Joe: Yes...and trust me, I'm just as vague about her plan and motivations as you are...

Joe: All that i know is that she wants to take all the Holders and...somehow take us and this tree into space, because she thinks it's time for me to go

Kirsty: What?? Jane: So if she wins...you'll leave...?

Joe: Afraid so...

Jane: *starts to tear up* That...that CAN'T happen!! Kirsty: I-It won't happen Janey! Cause Cyber and Leo will save us, remember??

Jane: *tears up* You CAN'T leave me Dad!! You can't leave US!! D:

Joe: I won't, Jane, I promise! Like Kirsty said, Cyber and Leo will come through! ...I would hug you, but neither of us can manage that at the moment XS

Jane: *looks at Joe with teary eyes* ...You promise you'll never leave us...?

Joe: Cross my heart

(Jane smiles at Joe)

(Meanwhile in the tree sap, a few holders are trying to swim out of the sap, Raven included)

Tiger: Damnit where's the exit?! Raven: I want to get out of here!! DX

Atlantic: Honestly, I'm glad you don't get to sit this out >:P Jade: It's pointless, this stuff is like molasses

Dasher: Yeah, swimming through this is a pain, but why we're here? Somebody GOTTA explain! *internally* Aaaand here i go again with the rhyming -_-

Draco: It must be something Miraculous related if we're ALL here. *gestures to Raven*

Raven: Oh, FINALLY one of you realized it wasn't MY doing! I'm just as confused as the rest of you!

Pacific: Dammit; it's always easier to handle when YOU'RE the one who fucked up

Raven: But CLEARLY, this is the work of someone ELSE! >:/

Timber: And we know Joe's here since I guess that's where Jane and Kirsty are

Ursa: But who's doing this? And why?

Papillion: Yeah; who was that lady?

Draco: I don't know...Joe never mentioned a girl nor this tree that we're in

Hound: I guess we just have to wait for Cyber and Leo...

(Meanwhile with Cyber and Leo, they're still walking down the underground tunnel) Leo: GOD it feels like we've been walking FOREVER!! Where's the exit to this?! XS

Cyber: Don't whine or I'm turning this search party around >:(

Leo: Awwww but Daaaaad! That'll take forever if we turn back!! XS

Cyber: Then don't complain and please keep watch for any plants like I told you!

Leo: FINE! XS

(They keep walking and Leo looks around when he thinks he hears something)

Leo: You hear something?

Cyber: No.

Leo: Well i do!

Cyber: Hush! Something could hear us! Leo: But...! (Leo looks behind them and sees something slithering towards them) Leo: Dad, seriously!!

Leo: I hear something and it's right behind us!

(Cyber turns around, with his lit up hand that had been serving as their flashlight and the see the two plants) Cyber: Run!!

(They run as fast as they can and the plants chase them)

Leo: What do we do?!

Cyber: Well um... (He looks back and decides to shoot a lightning bolt at the plants)

Leo: Oh yeah! (Leo unsheathes his claws and slices through the plants cleanly)

(They keep attacking the plants until the plants were destroyed)

Leo: Okay...maybe we ARE close

Cyber: C'mon, let's keep going.

(They continue down the tunnel)

(They keep going down through the tunnel for a while until Cyber spots a light at the end of the tunnel)

Cyber: Here we go! (They run out of the tunnel)

(When they got out of the tunnel, they see a large field filled with plants and flowers, seemingly untouched by man for many years)

Leo: Whoa... :0c

Leo: Pretty...

Cyber: Indeed...

(Then they look up and they see the Tree of Beginnings)

Leo: They're...in there?

Cyber: I guess so

(They carefully walk towards the tree)

(They walk towards the cave entrance and peek inside)

(They see all the holders in the tree sap)

Leo: Guys!!

(Cyber claps a hand over his mouth before he can say it fully) Cyber: *softly* Shush! Whoever's behind this might still be here!

Leo: Mmph!

(Cyber takes his hand off and they look around)

(Then Cyber spots Nadia approaching the tree sap)

(Cyber and Leo watch her quietly)

(Nadia looks at the Holders who are in the tree sap) Nadia: Just you wait Holders, as soon as i get Cyber and Leo, the time for all of us to leave this world shall come. For us leaving this world is punishment to

humanity from treating you Holders as tools for amusement.

(Leo and Cyber exchange looks of fear)

(She sees that the Holders are trying to find an exit) Nadia: It's useless trying to escape, because i won't let you leave. You're staying in here until it is time for all of us to leave this world and get swallowed up by

the universe.

Natura: Why are you doing this??

Nadia: Because i'm putting an end to this disgusting behavior you Holders decide to bring, making Miraculous Holders little actors in a play that humanity laughs at,

this is not what Miraculous Holders are! They are not actors or forms of entertainment! They are punishers of sinners! They get rid of the scum of the world! But now

it seems like the scum of the modern world are ignored, while you all do your little "show"

Tiger: Um, that's because akumatized maniacs are more dangerous; duh! Why don't you just get rid of HIM? *points to Raven* Raven: HEY!

Nadia: Oh sure, akumaized maniacs who were possibly innocent people who were FORCED into your little show! Dasher: Seriously lady, what's with the show comparison?? I get we're popular and everyone likes us but- Nadia: Exactly! But humanity should not see you this way! They should ALWAYS see you as punishers of sinners! The Holders of the past are probably laughing at you for

ruining the name of the Miraculous!!

Striker: Wait, so you're saying you want people to fear us?

Nadia: What?! N-No! People of the past should see you as strange men and woman who punish people who commit crimes against god and humanity! And it should stay that

way until the end of time! And NOT what humanity now sees you!

Coral: Uh, no one knows who we really are except for all of us, so we're technically mysterious to them

Nadia: I didn't say that! >:/

Jade: Look, the people love us because we keep them safe! They look up to us and count on us to keep them safe! It's something Cyber and Leo started when they first

appeared!

Scarlet: Yeah! And some idolize us and make art, stories, and all kinds of stuff related to us! Dasher: They even made a festival for us! And they made all kinds of stuff for that festival! Nadia: ...Still proves my point that humanity only uses you as tools of entertainment, they'll even go as far is to use you to make a profit! >:(

Hound: Dude, it's called Artistic freedom! We inspire a lot of people! Sure some of that stuff was probably to cash in on our popularity, but some people have really

wanted to show how much they appreciate us!

Nadia: See? You said it yourself, people cash in your popularity, the kind of popularity that shouldn't exist at all!! Because Miraculous Holders are NOT TOOLS FOR

HUMANITY'S AMUSEMENT!!!

Swan: You don't understand! Even if we TRIED to stay mysterious it wouldn't matter! People now love superheroes and we'd be popular no matter what!

Nadia: And THAT'S why humanity is using you Holders as tools of entertainment! They don't see you as punishers of sinners anymore! They see you in the same limelight

as those silly fictional heroes! >:(((

Ace: But how is that OUR fault?!

Nadia: It's YOUR fault for letting this happen!! It's YOUR fault for letting this continue for years!! And it will be YOUR fault for future Holders being used as tools

to entertain humanity! You should be ASHAMED of yourselves for making future Holders into tools of entertainment for humanity!! >:(((

Papillion: But- Nadia: No more excuses!! Cyber and Leo will be joining you any moment and this will be over!!

Nadia: And once they do, we will leave this world and punish humanity for using Holders this way!!

(Leo and Cyber crouch out of view of the cave entrance) Leo: *softly* What do we do?!

Cyber: *softly* Well, i don't know how we'll get everyone out of that sap but...i think our only option here is to face off against that girl, she's the one who's

behind all of this.

Leo: *softly* But we have no idea what she does! Just the whole plant thing!

Leo: *softly* Who knows what else this girl can do?!

Cyber: We we won't get anywhere unless we try; but before that we should try to find Jane, Kirsty and Joe first; they're not with the others so maybe getting them out

will be easier

Leo: Yeah, but where did that girl put them?

(They creep along the outside, peeking in to try and find them)

(They keep sneaking until they find another cave entrance, Leo peeks inside and sees Joe, Jane, and Kirsty, with the girls tied up in vines and Joe strapped onto a

throne made out of plants)

Leo: *softly* There they are!

Leo: *softly* Let's go get them!

Cyber: Okay; be careful! (They sneak inside; Jane and Kirsty spot them first and light up, but Cyber holds a finger to his lips, silencing them)

(Cyber and Leo quietly approach them)

Joe: *softly* Thank goodness you're both alright!

Leo: *softly* Yeah, we're okay. Now we just gotta get you three away from Miss "I don't like change"

(Leo starts cutting through the vines around Jane and Kirsty while Cyber works on Joe's straps)

(However, they are unaware that Nadia enters and slowly approaches Leo and Cyber)

(Jane and Kirsty then look up as Cyber gets both of Joe's wrists free; they're about to cry out but vines silently lash out and cover their mouths and wrap them up

again)

(As soon as Cyber was about to work on the straps on Joe's ankles, vines appear and yank Leo and Cyber away from them) Nadia: Ah, Cyber and Leo, glad you two could finally make it

Joe: NO! (Nadia glares at Jane and Kirsty) Nadia: You two are starting to test my patience. >:( Jane and Kirsty: Mmmmph!

(Vines appear out of the plant throne and restrap his wrists onto the throne)

(Joe struggles while Cyber and Leo struggle)

Nadia: Did you really think i would just let you set them free? And do the same for the others? Just so you can continue this little show that you modern Holders have

made?! >:(

Leo: Oh trust me, we heard your little SJW rant >:P Cyber: Does she qualify as an SJW? Leo: I don't know, I couldn't think of an insult!

Nadia: *looks confused* What's a...SJW???

Leo: Doesn't matter! Point is you're full of shit! >:(

Nadia: ExCUSE ME?! >:(

Leo: You heard me! >:P Cyber: What he means is, we won't let you take us away from our world against our will! What happened happened, and it doesn't matter if you don't like it, you have no

right to take all of us away from our homes and families to sate your ego!

Nadia: Yes, i WILL take all of you away from this world!! Punish humanity for using Holders as tools of entertainment!! And this is not for the sake of ego! THIS IS

FOR THE SAKE OF THE MIRACULOUS' LEGACY!! FOR YOU ALL RUINED IT WITH YOUR LITTLE SHOW AND I'M HERE TO FIX IT!!!

Joe: That's not fair to them!! They're young! They have lives! You can't just strip that away! There are far more important things than legacy!!

Nadia: Yes i will!! I will take them away from this world! Because YOU had the audacity to let this happen and ruin the legacy of the Miraculous. You should've known

better, FATHER!!! >:(((

Cyber and Leo: Whaaaaaaaaa?! Jane and Kirsty: MMMPH?! Joe: O_O

Joe: D-Did you just...? Nadia: ...So you don't know, do you? You don't know you gave birth to a daughter many years ago?

Joe: But...how...?

Joe: I-I don't recall any of my lovers getting pregnant- Nadia: Exactly, because that is a disability male Guardians have, they can't make a woman physically pregnant with a child, instead, the child gets born here, in the

Tree of Beginnings. I was born here and i knew VERY well who my father is! The Tree of Beginnings told me everything about you and everything Miraculous! But clearly,

you had no idea that you had this disability nor did you had ANY idea that i existed until now!!

Joe: But...if you knew why didn't you come find me earlier?

Joe: You clearly have the magic to go to far away places faster, so you should've- Nadia: I was going to, but then i found out about the current state of the Miraculous Holders. Then i was completely disgusted by how you allowed these Holders to act

this way, so i planned a way to stop all of this and end the era of the Miraculous for this world!!

Joe: When was this?! How...how old are you?!

Nadia: ...Immortal. Just like you.

Joe: You should have come to me! Why did you wait and let your anger fester like this?!

Nadia: This is not anger, this is disgust for the modern Holders. And i will do anything in my power to strip it away and take us away from this world! >:(

Leo: Anger and disgust are pretty much the same thing Nadia: Shut up!

Nadia: Anger and disgust are separate things!! >:(

Leo: Sounds like the same thing coming from you >:P

Nadia: SHUT IT!! (She makes the vines on Leo grip on him tighter) Leo: OW!

Joe: Nadia, please! What's done is done and it was no one's fault! My children shouldn't have to sacrifice themselves for this!

Nadia: No, what's done is the modern Holders mistake of destroying the legacy of the Miraculous! It's the modern Holders fault! *makes the vines on Leo and Cyber

tighter and they yelp in pain* It's your fault for letting this happen! *makes the vines tighter* And it's humanity's fault for using them as tools for

entertainment!!! *makes the vines tighter and Cyber and Leo scream in pain*

Joe: STOP!!

Nadia: Now that all the Holders are here, it's time for all of us to leave this world and let the universe consume us!!

Cyber: That's...not..going to happen...!! (He holds out his hand towards Leo)

Leo: *sees the hand and realizes what he's doing* Are...are you sure...you want to use the Union Form...?!

Cyber: Somehow...I feel like this is the only way to get the point across...if she won't listen to us...maybe she'll listen to THEM

Leo: ...A-Alright...let's do this... *reaches out to Cyber* Miraculous Gods...please knock some sense into this girl... *grabs Cyber's hand*

Nadia: What are you- (Cyber and Leo light up brightly; the vines holding them disintegrate as they enter Union Form, the light coming from them making the tree shimmer brightly)

(The entire tree shines brightly as they enter Union Form)

Nadia: W-What?! Union Cyber: Child of the Miraculous Guardian...cease this behavior at once

Nadia: W-What?! Why?! I told you that i'm doing this to punish humanity for using Holders as tools!!

Union Leo: It is not up to you to decide judgement upon humanity; that power rests solely with the Universe. Questioning it is futile.

Nadia: Well i am!! I don't care what the universe says! We are leaving this world!!

Union Cyber: You assume that you have the power to even do such a thing. And even if you did, you won't even think about the consequences it will have.

Nadia: What consequences?!

Union Leo: The Miraculous were created and sent here for a reason: to maintain balance. By sending the Miraculous back before they are due, you will disrupt that

precious balance, causing the entire universe to collapse on itself, wiping out all manner of life, including yourself and the Miraculous

Nadia: *looks shocked* ...No...y-you can't be serious...! T-That's not possible...!

Union Leo: I'm afraid it is. Union Cyber: Everything happens for a reason child. The universe does not care for legacy and legacy means nothing if all life is gone.

Nadia: B-But...humanity is using Holders as tools for entertainment!! They only see Holders as those silly superheroes! And not punishers of sinners like before!!

Union Cyber: Perhaps they do not see the holders as powerful deities that they do in the past, but times have changed. Union Leo: The Miraculous Holders have been doing what they've been doing for centuries: stop evil from taking hold of the world and the universe. While there are

other evils below Raven Claw, bigger threats like him must be vanquished before, or any future acts of punishing sinners is meaningless.

Nadia: N-No! Y-You're...just saying these things j-just to scare me!! But i won't be scared by your pitiful threats! I WILL take the Holders away from this world!!

*holds her hands out and uses all of her magic to lift the tree*

(Cyber and Leo simply hold up their hands and the tree lowers itself back down) Union Cyber: This tree is connected to the Miraculous, and we are deities of the Miraculous. It will obey those of higher power. Union Leo: Cease your actions...or we shall be forced to act against you. You cannot win.

Nadia: N-No...! I will win...! Y-You are not deities of the Miraculous...! Y-You're just Holders...! U-Using your magic j-just to scare me...! *uses her magic again to

lift the tree up* I am not afraid of you...!!!

(Cyber and Leo force the tree back down and hold it there; Nadia tries to lift it again and again, but it's useless; Cyber and Leo glow brighter and float down right

up to her their eyes glowing ominously) Union Cyber: You have very little fear; that is to be admired/ Union Leo: But will your courage save you from our wrath?

Nadia: S-S-Stop talking l-like that...!! Y-You're j-just regular h-humans using t-their Miraculous m-magic to s-scare me...!!

Union Cyber: Is that truly a gamble you want to make? (Cyber and Leo grab onto her, making her feel their overwhelming raw power without harming her)

Nadia: W-W-What are you doing....?!

Nadia: W-What-AH! (Her eyes glow as she feels the power of both the sun and moon and the universe coming from both of them; a few moments later, Cyber and Leo release her and she falls

to her knees, overwhelmed by the sensory overload)

(Then she falls onto the ground)

Union Leo: Now do you understand?

(She doesn't respond)

Union Cyber: I believe our job here is done. Joe: What did you do to her? Union Leo: No need to worry yourself; she will live. (Cyber and Leo raise their hands and Jane, Kirsty, and Joe are free) Union Cyber: Now, excuse us for a moment, we must free our comrades before our vessels get too strained.

(Cyber and Leo leave to set the Holders free, leaving Joe, Jane, and Kirsty behind) (But then, Joe notices that Nadia is starting to...vanish?)

Joe: What...what's happening?! Kirsty: Whoa!

(Joe goes over to Nadia's side and lifts her face, seeing her eyes still glowing) Nadia: .......I'm......a failure......i....don't.....deserve.....to exist.....anymore.......i failed.......my purpose.......in this world.......i

deserve........death......

Joe: What-no! Nadia you just made a mistake! It was all a misunderstanding!

Nadia: .......I......am not......needed......anymore.......even the gods........want me gone.......so i will just........die.......if they want me gone.......then so

be.....it.....

Joe: They don't want you gone! They were giving you a warning! If they wanted you gone they would have done it themselves!!

Nadia: ......They......clearly......do.......why else......would they use........the power of........the universe........to stop me......? They.......want

me......gone......to punish......me.......for living........

Joe: No Nadia they just wanted you to LISTEN! You wouldn't listen to any of us so...they summoned the only people who you would actually listen to!

Nadia: ..........i'm pathetic.........i failed my.......mission.......the world......will treat Holders like.......tools.......i failed......i failed......

Jane: You still don't get it?! Nadia: What...?

Jane: After all of this time, you STILL believe in that crap?!

Jane: If the Holders were being 'used' they wouldn't have been happy! No one likes being used! But they're happy! They're perfectly happy doing what they do because

they know that the world is counting on them! Being appreciated and loved by fans isn't a crime, it's human nature! You can't do amazing things that the holders do and

NOT expect to get SOME kind of reaction out of people!

Jane: People love them for everything they do! They're grateful that they saved countless lives! Even though this didn't happen in the past but, the past is in the

past, times change and things that were in the past don't work in the present because time change! And people change! So them being seen in this way is not a disgrace

to Miraculous Holders in general, it's great that people love them!

(Nadia is silent, taking in her words)

Nadia: .......So...the reaction...how people treat...the Holders...is love...?

Kirsty: Yeah! Hell, WE love them! Why else would we be here?

Jane: Yeah! Cause we love them so much! They're like a family to us! Nadia: ......Love......love......love......love...... (Tears start to fall on her face, while saying "love" over and over again)

(Joe understands her tears and hugs her close) Joe: I now truly wish I had known about this place before...perhaps if I had...you wouldn't have ended up this way...my girl...

Nadia: ......Father.... (Nadia cries and stops vanishing as Joe hugs her close) (But then, the tree starts to glow and a voice appears in Joe, Nadia, Jane, and Kirsty's heads) Tree: That is what i was trying to tell to you dear, that love is the reason why people love the Holders so much and change the way things were in the past. They

weren't used by humanity, they were loved by humanity. ((Since the tree can talk to people telepathically, the tree tried to tell Nadia that it's love, but Nadia just blocked it out cause she stook with her plan))

Kirsty: Whoa, this thing can talk?!

Joe: Apparently... Tree: Not physically, but i can communicate through telepathy. Regardless, Nadia, my sweet dear Nadia, you got so caught up in your anger against the Holders of the

present that you didn't consider hearing the true reason why humanity treats them differently than the ones in the past. Like the child said, time changes and nothing

from the past stays for all of eternity, and that includes Miraculous Holders. They will remain in the spotlight for a long time until something happens in the future

to change that.

Nadia: I......understand.....I'm such a fool..... Joe: You are but a child Nadia; every child makes mistakes. *he strokes her hair* It's why they need parents to teach them to listen and open their minds.

Joe: And...i do apologize that i wasn't there for you...the day you were born...if i did...then none of this would happen...

Nadia: No...you didn't know...you were right.....I should've...tried to find you before....

Nadia: But...my anger...blinded me...i was...so angry...over something...i couldn't...understand...and...i made all...the Holders...suffer...

Joe: Oh don't worry...we've bounced back from worse things ;) (At that moment he looks up to see the other holders entering the room, Timber and Jade carrying an unconscious Eric and Jeremy)

(Nadia looks at the Holders with teary eyes)

Joe: *to the holders* It's alright now...it's over

Nadia: .......Holders...i'm...sorry...for what...i've...done to...you...

(The holders don't look exactly pleased or convinced) Dasher: And WHY should we accept that? >:( Joe: Dasher please...we can discuss this when Eric and Jeremy are properly cared for and we're safe back at home

Dasher: But why is this lady apologizing after literally putting us in magic tree sap?! >:/ (Nadia hides her face and cries in guilt)

Timber: Not to mention she had Eric and Jeremy use their Union Form >:/ Stag: I think that last one is more a personal thing for you... Kirsty: It's kinda a long story...

Jane: But long story short.........she had no idea what love is and assumed people used you to amuse them :/

Scarlet: Well we kinda understood that...how'd you change her mind? Kirsty: We had to point out that the people LOVE you and don't USE you :/

Jane: Yeah, pretty much :/

Atlantic: >8(((((( Are you fucking serious- Jane: Look, can we just...go home? Please?

Joe: ....Of course, but it will take a long time to get there, since we are VERY far away from home...

Tree: I can teleport you all back to your home. Including you, Nadia.

Nadia: A-Are you sure...? I-I lived in this place for so long...i...don't want to...imagine living...somewhere else...

Joe: At least give it a try...let me try to give you the life you never had. Jane: And if you don't like it you can just...tunnel back to the tree or something

Nadia: ...As...much as i appreciate the offer... *frowns* ...No, i feel...much safer...here...

Joe: Are...Are you certain about that...?

Nadia: ...Yes...this...is my home...i don't want to leave it...but... *slightly smiles at Joe* ...I might...visit you...if i get...the chance... :')

(Joe looks at Nadia and slightly tears up) Joe: ...If...that is what you want...my dear...then...i'll let you stay here...I won't force you to change your mind... *tears fall on his face* But...i will miss

you...my dear...

(Joe hugs Nadia and she hugs him back)

Joe: *sobs* I...I love you...my dear... Nadia: ...I...love you too...Father...

(They hug for a while, until they break the hug and Nadia walks away from the Holders) (Nadia looks at Joe and smiles at him) Nadia: ...Goodbye, Father Joe: ...Farewell, Nadia...

(Joe smiles at her and joins the others) Tree: Is everyone ready?

Joe: Yes...we are ready.

(The tree glows and in the blink of an eye, everyone’s back in Joe’s apartment)

Kirsty: Yay! We’re home! :D

Joe: Indeed... *looks slightly sad*

Jane: *puts her hand on Joe's shoulder* ...I know you really wanted to make up to her, but...like she said, she wants to stay at her home. Besides, she did say she

would visit, so that's good, right?

Joe: I...suppose so...

(Joe looks at Jane and smiles at her) Joe: Well...at least i have you, my dear :)

(Jane smiles back)

Joe: *to Timber and Jade* Why don’t you put Eric and Jeremy in the guest room for now?

Jade: Alright (Timber and Jade take Eric and Jeremy to the guest room)

(Everyone transformed back, Raven leaves immediately, and Joe settles to sit on the couch with Jane and Kirsty)

Joe: *sighs* It's been a long day for all of us...

Kirsty: Yeah, dealing with Nadia, the tree, and all that stuff :/

Jane: Yeah...but at least we know you had a..."biological" daughter??

Joe: In a sense, perhaps. I wasn't even aware that could happen at all :/

Kirsty: Well you are this kind of immortal being, so i guess it might be no surprise that you have a few oddities :/ Joe: True...

Jane: Well, no matter what, you'll still have us being here with you :) (Jane hugs Joe)

Joe: ...Yes... *hugs her back* You will always be with me... :)

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( I - II - III )

IV - Guardians of Fate

When all seemed lost, a light of hope yet made itself known. A disembodied voice commanded the three shaken warriors to rise up, stand tall, and fight once more. Before objections could be made, the world warped and bent, and the lush forests of the Shroud made way for the barren shores of Silvertear Lake – and the dreaded Vesiall, awaiting them. Divine strength filled the three heroes-to-be, and a final, desperate struggle began.

Faced with three equals in raw power, the Lady soon went all-out in a terrifying display of force, pushing her stolen powers to limits no mere mortal could contend with. Only through the combined strength of Otte’s supercharged magicks and Ellere’s unyielding protection was the fearsome Voidsent brought to her knees, and ultimately destroyed by Ruran’s decisive action.

No sooner than the deed was done did the world once more freeze, the flow of time halted. The heroes found themselves returned to the Twelveswood, to the very moment of tragedy: four brave warriors facing a terror far beyond their ability. The divine presence spoke again, spurring the three heroes to act, and erase the last remaining trace of Vesiall’s crimes. As one, they struck. The Lady fell one last time …and the cycle was closed.

Four warriors were suddenly surrounded by silence, the great evil before them vanquished in the blink of an eye by some unknown force. Then, visions filled their minds.

Memories not of the past, but of the future. A future that never was.

Thus whispered the voice one more time, as one of the warriors fell to his knees – faced with the memory of his very own death.

“…thine duty is fulfilled, Children of the Crystal–”

“…Guardians of Fate.”

Featuring @a-memory-of, @grumpy-limsan-customs-cat and @weepingknight. ( @meta-rp )

Thank you; running this plot has been a blast!

#ffxiv #balmung #rp #metaphysick #tales of the mage #guardians of fate plot

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Definitely unchanged future Chris got a lot more love than baby Chris, after they found out who he was. But also, second children almost never get all of the attention??

I mean... the thing that also annoys me about that is this: even after finding out he was family, they never addressed how they’d treated him beforehand. Ever. Including Leo stalking him, threatening to kill him, threatening to send him back to his own time or to have the Elders clip his wings and recycle his soul. They also kicked him out of the house when he was forced to tell them he’d come back to stop Wyatt from turning evil and that in his future Wyatt grows up to become an evil dictator. (And made snarky comments behind Chris’s back about him being bitchy, neurotic, and complaining about him sending them out to vanquish demons on the off chance that this could be the one that gets to Wyatt—because he genuinely does not know what turned Wyatt evil and was trying to cover all the bases). Also the fact he’s, y’know, living in the back room of Piper’s nightclub instead of a spare room in the Manor where he can keep a closer eye on Wyatt.

And even after finding out his true identity, Phoebe never changes her attitude toward him: she suggests that Chris isn’t meant to exist, that his only purpose was to come back and warn them about Wyatt and that’s it; she completely dismisses all of Chris’s traumas in his future as his big brother picking on him; and she completely takes away Chris’s agency in revealing who he is to his own parents—Paige is the only one who he reveals his identity to on his own terms (he only told Phoebe in the first place because she figured it out from a vision she’d had and confronted him about it).

On your second point... eh... I was four when my younger sister was born and since I was perfectly happy to amuse myself, she got a lot of attention and would throw fits whenever I would want to spend time with Mom and/or Dad. (She still kind of does this whenever I’m home on break from university and want to just relax with Mom, but... *shrugs* both Mom and Dad have called her out on it and it hasn’t really done anything.)

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More Than Stories

Link: http://morethanstories.jcink.net/index.php?act=idx Discord: https://discord.gg/gtGU5Su

This AU RP is a jcink premium platform with a discord chat and cbox. We're LGBTQIA+, POC, and disability friendly! Canon and original characters are welcome. We're hosting a summer mini-event and quick app campaign. Please, feel free to hop into the discord or message me if you have any questions.

Storybrooke’s a place where magic comes alive. Fairytales are real, my friend; you just have to know where to look. There are monsters in the darkest of shadows seeking vengeance or rise to glory. They feast on fear and weakness; they thrive in it. However, with the dark there is light. There can be hope in the hopelessness. Just as villains wander this world, there are heroes.

Our heroes are in for the fight of their lives. They’re on edge - not knowing who will come or how they arrive. They will need as much light magic to defeat the darkness. This is the ultimate war of good versus evil and not everyone will survive. But with hope and love anything is possible. Villains are coming to Storybrooke like never before. Heroes of all kinds are being kidnapped and taken to various locations throughout the lands. Three are known (the Veil in the Ministry of Magic, the Cannery in Storybrooke, and Neverland), but there are more. They must be found. The heroes must be saved. The villains need vanquished.

At the forefront of villianery are Mab, Morgause, and Nimue. While they are not the only villains in this story, they are wreaking havoc. To avenge nature and claim a realm of their own, they have unleashed a powerful curse. Daily, the curse turns someone into stone. In a race against time, it's up to the others to break each person's entrapment. They also must figure out how to stop the sorceresses before everyone has been turned to stone.

The adventures are just starting. Threats are building. This world is growing. The population is blooming. With newcomers from all fandoms, new threats and adventures await. Hopefully, everyone is up for it. Hopefully, in the face of this darkness, hope won't be lost. Are you ready?

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doomfisthero · 6 years

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Another RP between me and @grampa-lion, one with some self-insert elements to it. With Matty’s permission, I’m planning on writing some more occasional forays into the Nebula Nine universe as myself and not merely through Keaton; I’m working on one now, so I figured I’d upload this as a prologue of sorts. Edited slightly for narrative consistency, and to indicate direct communication between me and Matty.

Keaton takes a deep breath next to me, grinning ear to ear, as the elevator descends from the front deck of the Asclepius into her inner quarters. From what I’ve seen of the ship so far (Keaton promised me a full tour after we’ve met the others), she’s a beautiful and majestic vessel. I can only imagine standing on the surface of a planet ravaged by chaos and disarray, and looking up to see salvation coming in the form of a graceful ship, filled with heroes of justice and light.

What’s it like, soaring through the universe on a craft like this? I can watch Star Wars and Kyuranger all I want, but I can only hope that the Rangers will let me experience it for myself. Maybe if I get along with them…

I forcefully set it aside. It’s a thought for later. I have a more pressing matter waiting for me at the bottom of this elevator.

As if by magic (but probably not), the door opens at that moment into a short hallway with a door at the end. I’ve read and written enough stories in this universe to know that door opens onto the bridge of the ship, where Keaton claims that everyone awaits us. My stomach does a few more turns.

“You ready, Jake?” Keaton asks, walking out of the elevator with me shortly in tow.

“Uh, yeah, I think so,” I say, failing to keep the tremble out of my voice.

Keaton turns back to me. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, buddy,” he says, giving me a look of gentle concern. “Trust me, everyone’s overjoyed to finally meet you – the Rangers and Matty both. You’re a great guy, Jacob, and I know they’re going to love you as much as you love them. By the end of today, you’ll all be amazing friends.”

We stop right in front of the bridge door. Keaton puts his hand on my shoulder – normally that would bother me, but Keaton gives me a sense of comfort that few people do. “This doesn’t have to go like any of your fantasies, no matter how much time you’ve spent on them. It can go better. It will.”

“They don’t all go that badly, Keaton,” I say, but I have to concede his point. Angst is one of those things that always comes easily to me. It permeates a great deal of what I write, especially for Nebula Nine, even if a happy ending is rarely far behind. “I wouldn’t mind skipping past the rough stuff this time, though,” I admit.

Keaton pats my shoulder. “And you will.” His face lights up, and he brings his fists to his chest. “This is going to be great, Jacob. I’m so, so happy you’re finally here. I can’t wait for you to meet my family.”

Looking into the eyes of my creation, those joyous, gleaming gems, I can’t help but get excited too. A warm smile creeps across my face, and a warm feeling settle into my stomach, vanquishing the evil butterflies. I’m going to meet the Rangers – not only that, I’m going to meet Matty. Has it really been only seven months since our friendship begun? It feels like I’ve known him for so much longer. Seven months have created a brother, someone I love like my own blood relatives. And finally, we’re going to meet in flesh and blood! (Or paper and ink, rather, but we’re meeting.)

I’ve been waiting quite a while for this – how can I not be stoked? “I’m happy to be here too, Keaton. Let’s do this.”

Keaton pumps his fists and reaches for the door access panel, then pulls back. “Uh, sorry, one last thing,” he begins, looking sheepish. “The rest of the Rangers are really excited to meet you, and I’m sure you know they can be…affectionate. I’m pretty sure a few of them will be eager to hug you. I’m certain Matty will be. I know you aren’t crazy about touching…is that okay?”

Weirdly, it feels just fine. It’s true that physical contact is something I shy away from even among those I love, but the thought about getting and giving an embrace from the people on the other side of the door feels…right. How can I not want a hug from any of them?

“Yeah,” I say. “Yeah, that sounds pretty good.”

A joyful laugh bubbles up from Keaton’s throat as he taps the panel and the door slides open, giving me my first glimpse at the bridge of the Asclepius. Almost immediately, my eyes are drawn to the large round booth surrounded by soft, squishy-looking seats – the one the Rangers sat around whilst talking to Thuban about his nightmares quite a while ago.

I’ve seen the people seated around that table many times before, through ink on paper or words on a page, but seeing them in person is a sight to behold. As I peer through the door at them, the Rangers peer back at me, and their eyes shine like stars as they placed me.

And there’s one more with them, who I recognize from his pictures. His eyes shine brightest of all.

Keaton leaps through the door and bounds down the steps. “Hey, everybody! I brought him! He’s here! Jacob, get down here and say hi! We’re dying to meet you!”

I laugh and step down the stairs myself. What to say? “Hey, how’s it going?” It’s my usual, and a versatile greeting, but they deserve better, more. I reach the bottom in a heartbeat, and I just talk.

“Hey, everyone,” I say, giving the Rangers and Matty a small wave. I’m beaming – I can feel it on my face. “I’m…I’m so happy to be here. I—you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to meet you all. This…this is gonna be great.”

Upon seeing you my eyes practically go supernova with glee, and I suck in a small gasp of delighted surprise. Seven months in the making and finally, I get to meet my brother! Even if it's only virtual rather than in person, I couldn't be happier! The more talkative among the Rangers all break out into excited chatter ("It's Jacob! He's finally here! Wow his glasses look cool!" -that last one was Lizbeth), and I stand up, approaching with glee and the biggest smile I can possibly muster. A brief whirl of anxiety over my appearance breaks out- being self-conscious about your personal attributes is no fun- but I suppress it with the knowledge that I've prepared for this, that I've wanted this for sweet holy moly who knows how long.

"Jacob- Jake!" I manage to get out, barely able to speak at first. "I... Howdy, big bro! You have no idea how glad I am to see you! Did you get here okay? How do you like the Asclepius? Everyone's been so hyped to meet you, especially me!"

"JACOOOOOOB!" Champ practically roars, opening his arms wide. "THERE'S the guy who gave me the sweetest zarkin' baby bro in the universe! C'mere and gimme a hug once you're done with Matty!"

The sound of the Rangers' chatter hits my ears, and I try to move it into the background and focus on my little brother. He looks good, hair slicked back, a small beard, and glasses of his own. It's different seeing him in full - he's so much taller than I realized, taller than me by a few inches. 'Little' brother may be a bit of a misnomer. That thought makes me laugh, clears away some of my doubt. I walk forward and give my little bro a hug. I worry myself that I'm a little awkward at it, but if he notices, he doesn't say anything.

"Hey, Matty. It's great to meet you," I say, my own voice brimming with joy. "Keaton picked me up in his Voyager - I'm so happy to finally see this place with my own eyes. It's already amazing, and I've barely seen any of it yet." I look up at him a bit. "I didn't expect to see you so soon. I kinda figured I'd be flying out to California or something after I graduate. I think I like this better - doesn't cost me anything either."

"You should have seen him while we were flying here," Keaton chimes in from behind. "I thought he was gonna faint when he saw the ship. He couldn't put two words together." He's smiling, despite his words.

"I'm just happy to be here, Keaton." I pull back from Matty after a brief period and turn first to Champ. He's even bigger-than-life in person than he is on a page, and he towers over even Matty with arms outstretched. I don't even consider not rushing over to him and giving him a hug of his own, and before I know it, I'm doing just that. "Champ, I've waited a while to see you, too," I say, laughing. "It's great to finally see you in person, you big cowpuncher. You were always one of my favorites."

As I wipe a few stray tears of joy from my eyes, cherishing your embrace, Champ hugs you back firmly, laughing. "Gahahahaha! Cowpuncher- you took that from Keaton, didn't ya!?" he accuses lightheartedly. "Oh Taurus, I'm happy to meet you, buddy. Everyone has been."

"I can verify that," adds Rasalhague, bowing to you gently in the tradition of Ophiuchus Gamma and extending a hand for a handshake once Champ lets you go. Up close, his eyes- silvery pupils with black irises- don't look as eerie as they did in the early stages of his character arc, because of how much quiet kindness fills them now.

"Matty's been in a bit of a writing block on Nebula Nine lately, to be honest." Seph shrugs and reclines in their space in the booth, making the water in their oxygenation collar swish. "But he's been really excited to finally get the story out thanks to all the support you've been giving him. His main problem right now is making a suitable character arc for me, something to do with my issues regarding trust and loyalty- but I'll spare you that for now, heh." The Exelcian youth chuckles easily. "I've read some of your works in my downtime, by the way- dunno what all that Five Nights At Freddy's stuff is about, never played it, but I liked the Bonnie character. I feel like he'd get along famously with me."

I wrestle an arm from Champ's iron (in more ways than one) embrace and shake Rasalhague's hand firmly, greeting him. He does have fascinating eyes.

"Yeah, Five Nights at Freddy's, survive a week with killer animatronics in a pizza place," I tell Seph. "I was big on it a while back, and couldn't find any really good fics for it, so I thought I'd roll up my sleeves and make one. I'm really proud of how it turned out." I chuckle. "And yeah, I had fun with Bonnie too. And Matty, I can help you out sometime. I've already got an idea or two that might work."

"Involving me and my big reveal?" Keaton asks, non-judgmentally.

"Maybe a bit."

I nod and smile at the offer of assistance. "Geez, bro, thanks!" I say gratefully. "I've been tearing my hair out over it- uh, figuratively, I assure you, don't worry. So knowing you'd offer to help is really great!"

Quiet Felipe chooses this moment to pipe up. "Hey, uh... Jacob?" he asks in a tone stilted by nerves, averting his eyes in shyness. Lizbeth puts a comforting hand on his back, and it bolsters him to continue. "Um... Thanks," the healer manages. "For. Y'know. Sending in all those asks and stuff about us all. And for allowing Keaton to be my little brother too."

I smile - it's reassuring to know that they didn't mind my occasional barrage of questions. "Hey, it was nothing, Felipe. Thank you for being so open to talking every now and then," I say. "You're a cool guy, Felipe. No matter what you may think."

"...thanks again..." Felipe's face darkens with a flattered blush, and he buries his face in his hands, letting out a low noise that can only be described as a fanboy's squee. Lizbeth chuckles and pats him again.

"Felipe's a big fan of you," she says with a wink. "Really, though, it's great to meet you, especially because you're autistic too! I was so happy you thought it was great that Felipe and I are autie. That aside you wrote with me and Keaton talking about "libra" was hilarious!" She chuckles a little. "I hope you'll really like the story itself once it releases, I've got a big role in the first chapter!"

"Don't forget about me or Seph, we're the other two Rangers who appear before Felipe gets his Power Sphere!" Raptor scolds lightly. "Anyway, Jacob, can I say one thing? You're an amazing writer, and... we've all honestly admired your work a lot. When I heard from Keaton that you'd ended up with Nebula Nine as a special interest of sorts, it... filled me with pride, really, because I'm the team leader. I hope we all can continue to meet and surpass your expectations."

"I know you will. I've never thought anything else," I tell her. "And I'm...really happy you guys enjoy my work, too. I'm not...really working on any of my big projects right now, so it's nice to hear that - that people, uh, enjoy my work anyway. Makes me feel good." Indeed, I feel warm inside, knowing that the freaking Nebula Nine enjoy what I've done, and hopefully what I one day do.

Ze'ev catches on and chuckles a little. "Starstruck?" he asks with the slightest hint of a mischievous giggle. "We are too!" Coming over to you, he gives you a big, soft hug of his own, his tail wagging just like a normal dog's, and his ears splay back. "You probably already know how I feel about you, big guy, but... I'm so grateful for you coming into Matty's life! You've helped him develop us all way beyond our initial character concepts, and he always tells us how much he cares about you and loves you. You make him so happy!" He looks up into your eyes, his eyes big and loving.

"Easy, don't smother 'im!" Solomon jokes. "Seriously, yer gonna drown him in all that fluff of yours!"

"I'm five feet tall, you shush!" Ze'ev replies, shooting Solomon a quick glare. "Ignore Jerk Cobain over there, Jacob, he's as happy to see you as the rest of us."

"Darn right! I swear I'll compose a song in your name!" Solomon holds up his lute and strums a bright-sounding chord.

"Ah, fluff sounds pretty good right now," I reply, giving Ze'ev a hug of my own. His fur is soft and fluffy, and the temptation to revel in it is strong, but that feels a little too much like making a move on him. I rub him softly, just a bit. "You make Keaton really happy, you know?" I tell Ze'ev. "Even I can tell. He gushes about you every chance he gets when we talk. It's honestly a little overwhelming."

"No regrets," Keaton declares from behind me. People chuckle, and I'm one of them.

"My point is, I was really looking forward to meeting you, Ze'ev. See a little bit of what Keaton sees. I'm really happy you two are so happy together." I shoot Matty a grateful look.

"Wheee~" he coos a little bit at your rub, before breaking from the hug. "That's so nice to hear- C'mere, honeybear!" He embraces Keaton next, kissing his cheek and giggling, and while the Forever Blue duo are occupied, I smile softly at my big brother.

"I'm happy too," I say, holding my hands behind my back and sighing in contentment.

Finally, Shaula and Thuban make their presence known. Shaula has been sizing you up this whole time, looking you up and down, and she rewards you with a confident smile. "You are just as Matty says," the warrior princess declares, her own tail bobbing slightly. "A capable and kind young man who is worthy of admiration! Were you a member of the Scorpian court I have it on good authority that you would be treated with honor and many accolades."

Thuban strokes his beard, looking deep in concentration. "Ahh... There's much I wish to say myself," he admits. "How to condense it... Jacob, you are a wonderful young man. You've brightened the lives of my charges immeasurably, both through your work and you being yourself. And I cannot thank you enough for inspiring Matthew to declare that my family will grow beyond myself and Raptor." He puts a hand on Raptor's shoulder, and the two of them smile at one another, then at you. "It is my fond hope that you will always shine bright, good sir."

As I'm not much of a fighter, I'm not sure how I'd actually fare in the Scorpian court, but I take Shaula's words for what they are and thank her graciously. I turn to Thuban, the ever admirable dragon, and take a breath. "Thank you, Thuban. I, um, hope you're right about me. There's...stuff I want to do, and well, it doesn't always seem surmountable. But I hope I can do it, too. I think I can, if I try. I'm really grateful that you believe in me." The butterflies in my belly start to flutter again, even though I'm certain that I've nothing to fear. "Uh, I don't usually...ask this, but...Thuban, I really want to hug you...can I, please?"

Shaula nods and crosses her arms, evidently approving of you, and Thuban's whiskers twitch, his gentle red eyes widening at the request.

"My, my," he says softly. "You truly desire an embrace from this old man? If you wish it, then of course you can have it, Jacob." Stretching out his arms, the dragon takes a step closer to you, greatcoat swishing at his feet, and pulls you into a firm, warm hug, one that can't be called anything less than paternal. "I do believe in you, Jacob, as do we all. Know this: that even in the depths of your darkest fears and worries, you may look to us, and know that we all support you- that we love you, I dare say."

I embrace Thuban as he embraces me, wrapping my arms as far around his greatcoat as I can and pressing my face into his chest. "Thank you," I say. My voice twists on the words, and I can feel nascent tears in my eyes, but I don't cry; I don't think they'd mind, but I don't feel comfortable crying about this in front of them. Maybe someday.

"I...I love you guys, too. All of you. I've wanted to meet you guys for a long time," I admit. "I'm so, so happy that you guys like me. It usually takes a while in my fantasies to get to this point, but we just skipped right to it. Thank you, for caring about me, for supporting me, loving me, even. I love you all too, so much."

Not a Dark Matter or Antimatter Power Sphere in sight, and yet we reached this point so quickly, all on our own. It feels wonderful.

I approach once more, embracing gently from the side. "I don't think any of them could ever bear a grudge towards you for anything. We talk about you a lot," I remind, tilting my head a little. "I'm really glad I got to do this for you- I love your characters like you love mine, and... this feels amazing, being able to introduce you to them after all this time..." My own voice chokes up slightly, and before I know it, I'm blinking back tears of my own. "Gah, zarkit... there I go, being a crybaby..." I wipe my tears away and offer a big, wobbly grin. "Jake, I'm so happy right now..."

I gently pull away from Thuban and wrap my arms around you, Matty. "Yeah, I get that. And I'm sure we'll feel this way plenty more in the future. I certainly hope so. I love you, little bro."

"I love you too, big bro." I hug you back, breaking down into open tears of joy that I got to do something like this for someone I cherish so dearly.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," I murmur. "I'm just glad you're glad, Matty."

"Eheh..." I look into your eyes and nod, still overwhelmed with happiness. "So... Let's have some fun, eh? Maybe sit down, have a meal, play some video games, talk about writing a little more? Whatever you wanna do, bro, you're the guest of honor!"

"Ah..." I pinch a lock of hair between my fingers and twist it around. "I...kinda want to see more of the ship right now, to start. It's just...incredible, really."

"Oh yeah!" Keaton exclaims. "I promised you a tour of the place! There's plenty to see, and I'm sure you'll love it!"

"Yeah, yeah!" I nod. "Can we start with that and then...go from there? I'd love to do more with you guys when we're done!"

"Hey, that's perfect!" Lizbeth says, standing. "You've gotta check out the library, it's filled with all the classics!"

"Library nothing, the training gym's where it's at," Seph replies with a grin. "It's great that the Asclepius is so darn big, we can fit a lot of stuff in here! Come on, Jacob, it's gonna be amazing!"

"I don't doubt it!" I laugh. "Lead on, and I'll faithfully follow!"

"Sir yes sir!" all of the Rangers chorus, getting up and striding towards the elevator, all cheerfully bickering about where to show him first. The deciding vote seems to be Thuban, and I take your hand in mine as we follow the colorful crew we've created.

"Matty?" I say quietly, drawing your attention. I look your way. "Thanks for bringing me here. I love you."

And then I walk into the doorframe and hit the side of my head, stumbling back. "I'm okay! I'm fine!" I shake my head. "Let's go, everyone!"

"Ack!" Ze'ev yelps, shocked.

"He's okay, peeps!" I shout, looking at you with worry, but I can't help a quick laugh because I know exactly what that kind of mishap is like. Everyone clamors around you briefly, but their worries are assuaged when they see that you're okay, and they sigh in relief, Champ patting your back and trailing behind you to make sure it doesn't happen again.

#power rangers nebula nine #story time with me and my buddy #metafictional #everyone #self-insert #long post #role play #unbelievaball #nebula nine spoilers

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