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can’t believe that casey mcquinston really ruined the phrase exploring your sexuality for me by immediately making my brain want to follow up with “healthy, but does it have to be with the prince of england?”
#i just. this scene still makes me wheeze. to this day. IT DOESNT FUCKING STOP GETTING FUNNIER#rwrb#rwarb#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#henry mountchristen windsor#henry windsor#why are all of those in the tags for his name?????#ok#ellen claremont#casey mcquiston#red white and royal blue#saph shut the fuck up challenge#(i am absolutely making that a tag now)
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Chaotic Neutral
ok so i was gonna write literal angst but then saph and i got on a tangent and this was born so take this Fruity Pebbles+Walgreens crack hybrid
warnings: stab wounds
ship: ralbert
editing: no
“Can you drive me to Walgreens?” Albert asked as he walked out of his room, looking slightly disheveled as he walked out of his and Race’s shared bedroom.
Race glanced up from his place at the kitchen counter, chewing absentmindedly on the eraser of his pencil, “Why?”
Albert shrugged, padding over in his fuzzy socks to lean across the counter, blocking Race from his physics homework, “We’re outta fruity pebbles.”
Race rolled his eyes, “Planning to get high soon?”
Albert shook his head, “No, but I’m thinking of it right now, so I wanna get ‘em while they’re on my mind, ‘cause I’ll forget otherwise,” He paused for a moment, lost in memory, “And you remember what happened the last time I didn’t have fruity pebbles when the munchies hit.”
A dark look washed over Race’s face, “Oh, I remember alright,” he rubbed his elbow subconsciously, “I still have the scar.”
Albert clicked his tongue, “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Anyway, can ya bring me?”
“Sorry, babe,” Race said, shoving Albert off his textbook, “I gotta finish this, but feel free to take my keys if you wanna just take yourself.”
Albert pouted for a moment, “Fine, but it’s no fun without you.”
Race didn’t grace him with pity as he focused back in on his assignment, “Suffer.”
Albert huffed again, “Ugh, okay, I’ll be back.”
“Pick me up some lactaid,” Race called as Albert shoved his socked feet into a pair of Race’s slides.
“Yep,” Albert shouted over his shoulder as he left the apartment, making his way down to Race’s car.
What should have been a ten minute ride turned into twenty five minutes due to traffic, but eventually Albert arrived at the Walgreens off campus. He trudged inside, hyper aware of the fact that he looked like some sort of college student-hobo hybrid with his bright red fuzzy socks and slightly-too-small sweatshirt.
He scanned the cereal aisles, letting out a quiet, ‘aha’, as he located the fruity pebbles, taking several off of the shelf to stock up. Frantic whispers from the aisle beside him piqued his curiosity and he shifted closer in order to listen. He couldn’t make out what the voices were saying, but in his peripheral, he could see two rather burly men huddled against the wall, shoving armfuls of varying items into one of their backpacks. Blanching as he realized what was happening, Albert considered his options. He could casually slip out of the aisle and pretend he never saw anything, or-
“Hey,” He heard himself bark, instantly regretting his decision as the two men’s heads whipped up, fury and confusion glinting in their eyes, “What do you think you’re doing?” Albert bit his tongue, willing himself to shut up as the guys processed his words.
Albert took an involuntary step back as one of the two men crossed over to him, “You didn’t see nothin’, princess,” He snarled, the smell of cigarettes hot on his breath, “Move it along and no one gets hurt.”
Albert couldn’t help the scoff that escaped his throat, “Wow, real threatening,” he drawled, “I feel so threatened right now. C’mon, shoplifting a Walgreens? Seriously? I mean-”
He cut himself off with a gasp as he felt a sharp, almost nauseating pain grip his gut. He looked down, open-mouthed in shock as he watched the knife the guy had stabbed into him leave his body.
A wave of dizziness washed over him as his knees buckled and he managed weakly, “There are security cameras, you know.”
The men exchanged alarmed glances, before stumbling around each other to grab the backpack.
“Yeah, bet you didn’t think of that,” Albert managed around the ever growing pain in his abdomen, “Dummies.” he added for good measure.
The men ran out of the aisle, only to be stopped by one of the employees, who must have heard the commotion. Or seen Albert get stabbed on the security footage. Albert didn’t have the energy to question which. He rested his head on the shelf behind him, closing his eyes briefly, before standing up.
“Sir, I don’t think-” He hadn’t even noticed the other store clerk, hovering worriedly near him.
He waved a hand, cutting her off, “S’fine,” he mumbled, “I’ll be chill.”
“An ambulance is on its way-”
“Where’s your first aid aisle?” Albert asked, pitching to the side slightly.
The clerk raised her eyebrows, “Excuse me?”
“You’re first aid stuff, like, band-aids and shit.”
“Sir, I-”
“Ma’am, please,” Albert groaned, “This ain’t my first rodeo, I’m fine, just tell me where the goddamn bandages are.”
The clerk looked taken aback, but she pointed to an aisle diagonal from the one they were in nonetheless, “Uh, that one.”
“Thanks,” Albert mumbled, turning and staggering towards the first aid materials. He blearily squinted at the shelves, haphazardly plucking a few bandage packs, as well as some gauze pads from the wall. He grabbed a bottle of antiseptic from one of the higher shelves, then sat himself down on the carpeted floor and lifted his shirt, working with shaky hands to inspect the stab wound. It was fairly deep considering and blood was flowing out weakly with each beat of his heart. If he were in a better state, he probably would have been freaked out by the image. Instead, he clumsily tore off a chunk of his already ripped t-shirt and soaked it in some of the antiseptic.
He gingerly pressed the cloth to the wound, hissing in pain as the alcohol sent a stinging jolt through his body, making his head light.
Diligently, he cleaned away the blood, then dressed the wound using gauze and bandages, wrapping tightly to ensure the blood would clot. After taking a few steadying breaths, he stood up and pulled a crumpled twenty dollar bill out of his pocket, crossing back over to the store clerk who had been watching him in awed horror.
He handed her the twenty, then stooped down to pick up one of the fallen boxes of fruity pebbles, “Hope that covers everything I used,” he slurred, “Take care.”
He could hear various sirens outside and decided to slip out the side door to avoid any paramedics who might see him in his bloodied state. He hailed a cab, ignoring the frightened stare of the driver as he rattled off his and Race’s address. He zoned out during the ride, only realizing they had arrived when the driver called back to him, demanding his payment. Albert tipped a little extra after discovering the blood stain he’d left on the seat, then made his way up to the apartment.
Realizing belatedly that he’d left his apartment key in Race’s car, which was still in the Walgreens parking lot, he knocked weakly on the door.
Race appeared a moment later, eyes widening as he looked over his boyfriend, “Albert, what the fuck.”
“I got m’fruity pebbles,” Albert said, smiling.
Race shook his head, dumbfounded, “What the hell happened to you- fuck.” He grunted as Albert jerked forward, collapsing unceremoniously into Race’s arms. Race grimaced, hoisting Albert’s arm around his shoulder and leading him to the couch, carefully laying him down the length of the cushions.
Albert leaned to the side, the pain finally catching up to him as he gagged, vomit forcing its way up his throat. Race stepped back as Albert threw up onto the ground, blood intermixing with his sick.
“Albert, Jesus,” Race murmured, worry creasing his eyebrows.
“S’fine,” Albert croaked, gesturing to the bandage around his stomach, “I handled it.”
“Clearly not,” Race said, voice cracking as he frantically waved his hand towards the bloody vomit, “What happened? Actually, nevermind, I don’t wanna know until we get you fixed up.”
“I am fixed up.”
“Properly fixed up, you dumbass ginger fool.”
“Race, Racer,” Albert reached out a hand, latching onto Race’s pant leg.
Race bent down, carding a hand through his boyfriend’s hair, “Yes, love?”
“Are there munchies in heaven, do you think?”
Race blinked, “My god, you’re an idiot. Hospital time, let’s go.”
XXX
“So, let me get this straight,” Race leaned back in the crappy plastic chair he was sitting in, studying Albert as he lay in a hospital bed, finally stable, “You saw some guys shoplifting, so you called them out, then challenged them, then got stabbed, then sassed some poor store clerk, then fucking yeeted over to the first aid aisle, tried to treat yourself, then dipped before an ambulance could get to you?”
Albert bit his lip, “Uh, yeah, basically.”
“Jesus Christ, Albert, you coulda gotten yourself legitimately killed. I mean, good on you for stopping a robbery, but next time an ambulance is called for you, fucking take up that offer, okay?”
Albert groaned, slumping down into his pillows, “But I was fine, Racer!”
“No, you weren’t! You needed a blood transfusion, Albert!” Race closed his eyes, emotion rising in his throat, “Listen, it was really fucking scary seeing you bleeding out on our couch and I really don’t know what I’d do if you were to like, literally die or something, so for the love of god, use your singular fucking brain cell and take care of yourself next time, okay?”
Albert softened, guilt spreading through his body, “Okay, I’m sorry.”
Race stood, walking over to Albert and leaning down to hug him, “It’s okay, I just worry.”
“I know you do,” Albert said, burying his nose in his boyfriend’s hair, “I appreciate your care.”
“I love you, bitchass, you know that?”
“I do,” Albert smiled, “I love you, too,” a pause, “Race, you didn’t happen to bring-”
“Planned ahead,” Race said, pulling the box of fruity pebbles from under his chair.
“I fucking stan you so hard what the fuck.”
“I...stan you, too?”
“You better,” Albert said through a mouth of cereal, “I’m wonderful.”
“Uh huh, sure.”
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jfc someone literally tell me how al is still alive at this point
thanks for reading, chiefs
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So I realize I have never really asked you about Sapphique. Give me your Saph headcanons please! (I'm sorry, I make everything about my fave too.)
Oh boy headcanon time!!! Oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!
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There was never actually a man named Sapphique- Sapphique is simply the name of the exit to Incarceron. There was, however, a man who was one of the very first inmates. He would travel through the halls and chambers, spreading love and good deeds. Whenever one would ask where he was traveling to, he would answer, “I am searching for salvation.” It’s possible this meant he simply wanted to create his own salvation out of the goodness he was spreading, but many interpreted this as searching for literal freedom, since that was their own image of salvation. No matter what he meant by those words, he never actually escaped the Prison. This was the man that Sapphique’s image and many of his adventures were based off of.
This man who inspired the image of Sapphique was not a sapient or a cell-born or from the outside. He was just a simple inmate with a big heart and lots of ambition.
It’s true that this man actually had his finger bit off either by a spider or a beetle during one of his adventures.
This is the man that Incarceron vaguely remembers from long ago.
No one else remembers the original man. They only speak about his dramatized legend of a persona.
The glorified legend wears iridescent purple robes to match his glove, and his wings are made of copper gears and pipes.
The legend actually turned out to be a prophecy for all the heroes of the Prison. Finn was the one who saw stars in his dreams. Attia was the Great Wanderer. Keiro was the Nine Fingered One who defied the Prison and challenged the dragon. Gildas was the one who led the young down the path of freedom. Jared was the one who built his own “wings.” Claudia was the one who returned to Incarceron to deliver the inmates.
Sapphique is worshiped like a god by the inmates of the Prison, even having makeshift churches and holy books dedicated to him.
Gildas, of course, worships him with devotion.
Keiro secretly wants to believe in him. He prays in silence when no one is listening. He won’t admit this though because he doesn’t want anyone seeing his softer side. You can see it slip through, however, when he makes references to the lore.
Finn honestly doesn’t know what to believe.
Attia lost all faith after she was taken from her family and enslaved.
Fusion!Sapphique has a split personality because of the two souls occupying his body. Often times you can even tell the difference between Jared and Incarceron because of the slight change in his voice.
Fusion!Sapphique really really reALLY fucking adores Claudia because Incarceron canonically enjoys her company, and Jared just straight-up loves her like a little sister. It’s double the love.
Seriously, it takes a miracle to pry Fusion!Sapphique from Claudia’s side.
No one except for the main squad knows the truth about Fusion!Sapphique. Everyone else thinks he’s the real deal, and he’s happy to give them that hope.
Despite Attia’s prediction, Fusion!Sapphique always remains righteous and kind, and never strays from the path of goodness. Once Incarceron is finally freed from himself, he doesn’t really have any reason to be bitter anymore.
Jared’s natural love for reading combined with Incarceron’s unlimited curiosity for the outside world makes Fusion!Sapphique absolutely addicted to books and ancient texts.
Fusion!Sapphique felt pretty damn awkward while attending Jared’s “funeral.” He even almost puked once when he stared at the body for too long.
Fusion!Sapphique blessed King Giles’s marriage. Because of this, whoever Giles decided to marry (Claudia, Keiro, Attia, whoever you ship) wasn’t met with much opposition. There isn’t room to argue when a fucking god tells you someone’s marriage is holy. “Speak now or forever hold your piec- well why don’t you just shut the hell up, Shannon.”
Keiro initially feels conflicted about Fusion!Sapphique, because he has a deep respect for Jared, but he loathes Incarceron with a burning passion. This conflict slowly ebbs away as time passes on and he sees that Incarceron has been pacified. It takes almost half a lifetime, though.
Because Incarceron’s conscience is included in Fusion!Sapphique, he knows the truth about Finn. He won’t ever tell Finn if he’s really Giles though, because that doesn’t really matter at this point, and Finn is confident enough.
Fusion!Sapphique drinks a lot of wine because Incarceron likes wine, and he eats a lot of biscotti because Jared likes biscotti.
Phew, that’s a lot!!! There’s probably more, but it’s getting late now. Anyways, these are just my headcanons. I’m not claiming that any of them are fact. I hope you enjoy, anon!!!
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btw fitz is the soldier keefe is the poet and sophie is the king. if you even care
#sorry#sokeefitz#kotlc#soldier poet king#this thought existed? my bad#shitpost#saph shut the fuck up challenge#fitz vacker#keefe sencen#sophie foster#i cannot and will not be explaining my thought process on this. whoops
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hey i like your boots! thanks i stole them from goncharov
#actually i do want this to blow up thanks#not one of those uwu how will i deal with so many notes fuckers#get this 10k notes. cowards#shitpost#saph shut the fuck up challenge#goncharov
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absolute favorite thing ever is adding (gender neutral) to something that isn’t gendered at all and leaving the reader to try to figure out what the fuck i’m talking about. fighting god in this chili’s tonight (gender neutral)
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i’m thinking about kids growing up in a war, being part of a war. i’m thinking about two girls that learned to fight with daggers sooner than they did with words, that never learned how to be gentle or how to love the world because the world that they knew was nothing but cruel, that were never truly children. that lost everything but each other, until they lost even that. i’m thinking about somebody saying “i wish i could have known you when we were kids” when they did know each other when they were kids; when they mean “i wish i could have known you in a world where we were allowed to be children before we had to learn to be human.” i’m thinking about the mourning of a life that is still there, but was never lived, a life where they could have loved each other in a way that encompassed their love for the world, instead of love being an act of rebellion, of saying there is still something soft inside of me, something capable of love. i’m thinking about loving someone so much that it spills into the future, the past, into a world that doesn’t exist but could have, god it could have. i’m thinking about loving someone so much that it spills into a version of them that doesn’t exist. the version of them buried under what if the world were sweeter and what if we could have been children and what if we could have loved each other without the world burning and what then.
#sorry#having. thoughts#inspired by that one post about ‘i wish i had known you when we were kids’#and instead i thought of ‘i wish i could have known you in a world where we were allowed to be kids’#just… yeah. having thoughts.#saph shut the fuck up challenge#tw war#tw dagger#tw violence mention#poetry#saph attempts words#emotions#kotlc#sophie foster#pjo#percy jackson#gearbreakers
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thinking about one last stop and jane going from place to place and never really feeling grounded and the lyrics of both hands by ani difranco and absolutely going feral losing it sobbing crying throwing up an
#one last stop#ols#fucking. losing it#saph shut the fuck up challenge#jane su#august landry#casey mcquiston#ani difranco
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shut up shut up shut up everyone SHUT UP she’s not oblivious she’s not stupid sophie just grew up in a horrible environment and has never been made to believe that she could ever be loved and the fact that she doesn’t act on multiple people crushing on her isn’t her being “oblivious” it’s her being unable to believe that these people could ever love her and just. everyone shut up
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if shes your mutual then why did she reblog that ask game from me instead of you hm
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hm… hope the girl i kissed at summer camp for “practice kissing boys” when we were 9 is doing good now
#shitpost#saph shut the fuck up challenge#i don’t even remember her name lol#looking back on it that was. so fucking queer#anyways! girl with the freckles that i said matched up with constellations i hope you’re doing good now!!
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you know what? fuck you *makes the curtains blue for a reason*
#-william shakespeare probably#sorry about.. this one#shitpost#saph shut the fuck up challenge#tw cursing#blue curtains
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just found this in my old notes and oh past me you are SO right
#if someone wants to write this PLEASE do because i absolutely will not have the motivation for it#this could also go for sokeefitz…… just putting that out there#anyways. it’s 12 am and im in a foreign country and im tired :)#kotlc#saph shut the fuck up challenge#keefitz#sokeefitz#keefe sencen#fitz vacker#sophie foster#stuffed animal#uh#what tags#let me know if there’s anything else to tag as usual
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hey sorry your boyfriend wasn’t allowed on the plane so i had to put him in one of those pet backpacks. yeah with the air holes
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i love that we’re calling it the fintan ass debate when it’s basically just the entire kotlc fandom versus @fintan-pyren
#are there any other remaining fintan assers. are there#arson is just over here fighting this fucking battle on his own /lh#fintan asscourse#kotlc#saph shut the fuck up challenge
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they should invent gummy vitamins that you dont eat 12 of in a row
#[someone who just ate 12 gummy vitamins in a row voice]#the urge….#shitpost#saph shut the fuck up challenge
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