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[shadow1515]

Too Sweet

Pairing: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard/Female, Surface Reader Word Count: 5,138 Warnings: a lot, rape/non-con, older man (he’s a zombie basically)/younger woman (reader is 20), monster fucking, size kink, rough sex, gun play, blood kink, glove kink?, loss of virginity, dacryphilia, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, creampie Summary: Your father dead, brother gone in search for his killers, mother gone in search for him, you were left alone in the wilderness. You thought you knew how to take care of yourself, but that idea is challenged when a certain ghoul in a cowboy hat shows up at your dining room table. Tags: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. READ THE WARNINGS. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. Please, read the warnings, if any of this triggers you do not continue!!!!!!!!!! Note: first post here, but i also posted on ao3 where i have posted fics before... just... bear with me, the brain rot was real for this one. I have never written anything at this level of depravity but this yucky looking man without a nose took hold of me and I had to write this. I did most of it when I should have been studying for a quiz, but it's fineeeee. Anyway, please enjoy this 5k word piece of filth that was only read through once…… (And yes the title is based off Hozier’s song Too Sweet.)

You were born and raised on the surface with its sandy horizons and burning sun, but your life was definitely better than most others who live on the surface of this godforsaken world. Your parents had found a nice place with tons of supplies, the ability to grow plants, a water filter, and it was hidden fairly well. You weren’t entirely sure how they had found such a haven in the wasteland, but honestly you couldn’t complain too much. Alongside your older brother, you grew up knowing how to grow your own food, hunt, defend yourself, create booby traps, the normal things every kid grew up learning. You were also one of the lucky few that was taught how to read and write as your mother had been taught by her parents and passed it onto you and your brother, something you were forever grateful for. 

Books were a solace for you, one of the few you could find, especially after your brother ran off to god knows where and your mother went off in search of him just a few months ago. After your father passed away three years ago, your brother felt it necessary to be the “man of the house” and make sure you and your mother were taken care of. It wasn’t that you were ungrateful for his protection and watchful eye, but he could be a little extreme at times. Your father died just over a year ago, and it was hard on all of you. Perhaps your brother took it a bit harder since he never showed his sadness about it… only his anger. See, your father was killed by some raiders on one of his outings to get more supplies. Your brother was with him when it happened but managed to escape. You were almost one hundred percent sure that was where your brother had gone; looking for your father’s killers.

Unfortunately, that had been just over four months ago. A few days ago your mother grew sick of it and went to try and find your brother, leaving you all alone. You knew how to protect yourself and make sure the house was protected and hidden, but that didn’t mean you liked being alone or that you didn’t worry every day about your missing family. In fact, it made it worse.

You felt your patience and sanity wearing thin as the days went on and you heard nothing from your mother or brother. You were worried sick, the only things keeping you from running off by yourself were tending to the farm and the chickens, checking on the water filter, reading your books, really anything to distract you from the inevitable truth;that your family was dead. 

One day, you were out tending to the livestock and farms for most of the day. It was starting to get dark and mostly everything was done, so it was about time to head inside for the night. As soon as you opened the door, you could tell something was off. Maybe it was the slightly larger, sandy footprints through the hallway, or the way that everything around you seemed to stand still, either way you knew something was wrong. Unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough. Even with your added paranoia from being alone for a few days, your reflexes couldn’t have prepared you enough for the sight of a man… no, a ghoul, lounging at your dining table. Seat pulled back, feet on the table, fingers lazily playing with the trigger of the sawed off shotgun that was pointed directly at you. 

Part of his face was obscured by a ragged hat, but you could still tell that he was a ghoul, his face covered in scars, red and shiny from the radiation. He slowly lifted his head, dark eyes shining in the setting sun streaming through the window, the black hole where his nose should have been even more prominent as his gaze slowly trailed from your muddy boots up your bare legs (you wanted to wear shorts, it was hot out), across your curves until they finally landed on your face, lingering on your parted lips for a moment too long in your opinion. 

Your eyes, on the other hand, kept on moving between his ruined face to the gun pointed at you in quick succession, not knowing which to focus on more. Before you could think of doing anything else, he finally spoke.

“Well, sweetheart, seems you found yourself in quite the predicament here.” The words roll off his tongue easily, like they were practiced, used, normal for him to utter. That nickname too, so antagonizing and belittling with just two syllables. It made your blood boil… not like that… right?

You attempted to speak, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, your eyes still flicking between the barrel of the gun and the ruined face before you. Your very apparent lack of thoughts and speech only made the ghoul chuckle. It was a deep sound, like a rumble of the earth during a thunderstorm, the vibrations running all through your body, unyielding to the forces that surround you. 

“Cat got your tongue, darlin’?”

The question was not meant to be answered, in fact it made all semblance of words leave your mouth entirely. He stood up then, the spurs on his boots startling you as he took step after step closer to you, the gun in his hand hanging loosely at his side. At first, you didn’t move, but as he got closer, you took a fearful step back, not realizing until it was too late that he maneuvered you in such a way as he was getting closer so now your back was flush against the wall. The ghoul was close now, too close, so close you could feel his body heat, the stench of his breath from his yellowed mouth, the gunpowder and cigarettes and booze that lingered on him like a haze after a fire. He was terrifying. 

You let out a pathetic squeak as the end of his shotgun found its place underneath your chin, tilting your head up to make sure you looked him directly in the eyes. His eyes weren’t an evil yellow or filled with contempt, they were a deep brown, a soft brown, and they were filled with an emotion you really could not place. The position you were in was compromising, with his face inches from your own (his hips inches from your own). And that look in his eyes. Why couldn’t you figure it out?

The cool metal of the gun felt as if it was burning you as he tipped your head back just a bit more, his dark eyes focused on yours, “Ain’t you just a sweet little thing, all alone, no way of protectin’ yourself.” You did have a way of protecting yourself, it was called booby traps that he somehow managed to get by, but you bit your tongue. 

“What do you want with me?” You managed to speak that one question that was burning in your mind in spite of the shivers of fear that ran down your spine as your chin moved the shotgun touching it.

At that little comment from you, the ghoul smirked like the bastard he was, “Well you see, missy,” You felt a surge of relief followed quickly by terror again as the gun left your chin only to trail down your neck and land on the collar of your tank top, a collar that was already pretty low cut (again, it was hot). The barrel caught in the fabric as he continued to speak, “I have it on good information that this little abode of yours happens to also be the home of a stupid boy who crossed paths with the wrong man.”

Your heart sank. You knew exactly what he was referring to. Your fucking brother, off doing who knows what, stirring up the worst kind of trouble. He wanted to avenge your father, you knew that, but did he not think? Of course he didn’t. He thought it would be all unicorns and daisies as he tracked down a pack of murderers. Why would he think twice about the trouble that would bring onto you?

“Look, I–” You gave a dry swallow as the gun at your chest pushed further beneath your shirt, just shy away from tugging it to the side and taking a peek. “You’re looking for my brother, right? I-I don’t know where he is. He left months ago and then my mother–” You cut yourself off, you didn’t want your mother caught up as this bounty hunter’s prey as well.

The ghoul cocked his head to the side, eyes never leaving your face even as the gun moved the fabric of your tank top to the side, your cleavage very obviously there for the looking. “Don’t let me stop you, sweetheart. Please, tell me more about your dear mama.”

You felt the tears on your cheeks before you realized they even formed in the first place. Why did this have to happen? You were blessed, you knew that, with this home and your family, but that didn’t mean you had to have horrible things happen to you as well. You already lost your father, your brother and mother were gone, but you didn’t do anything. 

The ghoul’s gaze followed the tears as they trailed down your face, a twisted pleasure running through him as he watched them. You were too sweet for this world, too sweet for a man like him to find you all alone like this. 

Without much extra thought, you felt the ghoul position his leg between yours, the rough material of his pants around his thigh immediately rubbing against the cloth covering your bottom half. The movement caught you off guard and another gasp of surprise left your mouth, a fresh wave of tears trailing down your face. So that was what he wanted… Growing up you learned what it was that made babies, the simple things like that, but you were sheltered, never leaving your home or the confines of your land, much preferring to stay with your family and not venture out into the dangerous unknown. And it was made dangerous because men, of things, like him.

“Awh, what is it, darlin’?” You heard the gun click into its holster at his side, one hand moving to grip your hip with a strength that really shouldn’t have shocked you, the other moving towards your face, his gloved thumb swiping at the tears gathering there. You mewled again as his thigh moved, the rough fabric causing unwanted friction in an unwanted place. “You scared of little ol’ me?”

“Please,” The fear you felt before only grew as the realization dawned on you. He wanted information and he knew the only way of getting it out of you would be to hurt you… but that didn’t have to mean just cuts and bruises, especially for a man like him. “Please don’t do this. I- I don’t know anything else.” 

You knew it was a lie, he knew it was a lie. You just wanted to protect your mother, and maybe you could convince him of that. At least, you hoped you could. 

The ghoul moved the hand on your face down, resting on the collar of your shirt, “Sweetheart, you really don’t know how the world works out there, do ya?” His face moved closer to yours, his breath hot against the shell of your ear, “It’s eat or be eaten, darlin’, and you ain’t telling me what I wanna know.”

“But-” You hiccuped as fresh tears left your eyes, “But I don’t know anythi–”

A sharp gasp that bordered on a scream escaped you as the hand at your hip left to join the other one and a loud ripping sound invaded your senses, your tank top now ripped clean down the middle, exposing your breasts to him.

Damn, your skin was so soft. Not a scar on your body, just some dirt and scrapes from working outside. The sweat from the sun still lingered on your skin, making it glow, and that scent, it alone was enough to make a ghoul go feral. But he could stave off that feeling if he found a way to get rid of it. 

The ghoul’s eyes found yours again in spite of your breasts being right there. “Sweet thing,” God you hated how small his nicknames made you feel. “I don’t think you’re understandin’ still. I got a bounty to find, you know how to find ‘em, and, well, I know a fun way to get it outta ya.” 

At that last comment you felt the rough leather of his gloves finally touch your breast, squeezing and toying with them in a way you never thought possible. His hands were everywhere, twisting, rough, strong, it made your skin sweat and your back arch. You whimpered as he tugged at your nipples, the pain mixed with a different feeling, one that didn’t feel that bad. As your back arched, your hips unintentionally bumped against his and you felt something hard poke at you. Your eyes widened in shock, the nice feeling from before immediately dissipating as your situation dawned on you again. With that thought, a renewed vigor filled you, your hand clenching in a fist that was raised and swung at the monster’s face. 

Your punch landed with a loud thud but to your horror he didn’t even flinch, just stopped his ministrations on your breasts to glare at you, his anger radiating off of him in waves. 

A cruel smirk grew on his scarred face, “There’s that fight I was looking for.”

His sentence was punctuated with a harsh slap across your face, the force making your vision blink out for a couple of seconds as your head swung to the side. You tasted blood in your mouth and felt a strong hand grip your jaw, harshly moving your head so that it faced him again. 

“You wanna try that again, sweetheart, or are ya gonna tell me what I wanna know?”

Despite your fear and the knowledge that this man, this ghoul, could kill you in a matter of seconds, it would take more than that to get you to give up your mother and brother to him. With that thought in mind, you gathered up some of the blood in your mouth and spit at him, the red liquid splattering over his already reddened face. 

The hand at your jaw moved to grip your throat, squeezing just enough to cause discomfort and fear that he could do much worse. You watched in horror as his free hand then moved to gather up some of the blood on his face, the finger now sticky and shiny with it moving to his mouth as he licked it clean, a face of pure pleasure overcoming him as he tasted you. 

“You taste sweeter than apple pie,” Your throat was squeezed tighter as his face grew closer to yours, his missing nose making it easier to invade your space. “And that just makes me wanna taste you even more.”

His head immediately moved to your neck where you felt his hot breath on your shoulder, his hand moved to grab at your face to keep you from moving. You squirmed in his grasp as you felt a rough tongue drag against your skin, the feeling foreign to you. It seemed like he really was tasting you, licking at the sweat and grime that coated your skin, savoring the taste. Your body tried to wriggle free, a scream warbled by the grip he had on your cheeks as you felt the blunt ends of his teeth bite deep into the juncture of your shoulder and neck. The force in which he bit down was sure to leave a mark, the abused flesh turning red and irritated almost immediately. 

You wanted to pass out right then and there, your mind racing with thoughts of what he might do to you next. He lingered at your neck for a moment before giving it one last swipe of his tongue and returning to look you dead in the eyes, a wicked smile on his scarred skin. Your face was smushed together by his gloved hand and you watched as his gaze traveled back to your neck, back to the mark he left there. His hand quickly followed that gaze, trailing over the mark before gripping your throat again. You saw as the thoughts and emotions raced behind his eyes but you didn’t know where they would lead.

Without any more warning, the ghoul used the hand on your throat to swing you around, slamming your back onto the table. You tried to get out from under him, swinging your arms and legs wildly, screaming (not that anyone would hear you), trying to land a punch or a kick, anything to get away. The ghoul grabbed a hold of your wrists in one hand, pinning them to the table above your head as his free hand went to his waist, grabbing the shotgun from its holster and pointing at your face once again. 

Your struggle stopped the moment you heard the holster pop open, your terror growing tenfold as you knew at this distance, one simple slip of his finger would cause your entire head to explode off your body. The ghoul’s smirk was horrible, devilish, and it turned your blood ice cold. He moved the barrel of the gun closer to you until it brushed against your pursed lips still stained red from your blood.

You knew what he wanted you to do, but you couldn’t, the thought making you want to die on the spot. The ghoul didn’t seem to like that, though, the barrel pushing against your lips more roughly.

“Open wide, darlin’” His voice was dark, gravely, filled with irritation but also wild interest, or perhaps lust. “You really don’t wanna make me even more angry.”

You looked deep into his eyes, the flakes of red across his face from your blood making him appear even more frightening, even more like a monster only seen in children’s stories. You knew if you hesitated any longer he’d be more than happy to pull the trigger and blow your head clean off. Your vision grew blurry as more tears formed, your mouth opening just the slightest amount to allow for the gun to slide past your lips. The taste of metal and gunpowder made you want to gag, your eyes finding the dark ones above you as a slow exhale of breath left the ghoul’s mouth, his gaze transfixed on the way his gun slid deep into your mouth.

“Ain’t that a sight,” He spoke in a low tone, voice filled with fascination.

The gun moved deeper into your mouth, the taste giving way to pain as it pushed against the back of your throat, your mouth wrapping painfully around it, stretching it in uncomfortable ways. You felt it begin to leave your mouth before pushing back in, the slow fucking of your throat by a gun making your tears only increase, the gaging sensation becoming more prominent. You tried to move your arms, to get the gun out of your mouth, but his grip was too strong, his fascination with the scene he created too enticing for him to stop. You felt a hard poke against your thighs as they draped over the end of the table and were pinned by the ghoul’s strong body. You continued to gag around the gun as he fucked it faster and rougher into your face, his breaths becoming louder above you. The hard poke from before rubbed against your thigh as he continued, unprovoked, or perhaps more enticed by your tears and the pathetic sounds attempting to leave around the thick barrel of his gun.

“It’s a damn good thing you ain’t out in the real world, pretty lady. You woulda been eaten right up the moment someone laid eyes on ya.” 

His final comment was finished as the gun was shoved further down your throat, a garbled scream rising from you only to be smothered by the metal. He finally removed the weapon from your mouth, saliva making the metal glisten in the dying light from the sun outside. Your cheeks felt burning hot, covered in your tears and sweat as you were given some reprieve from his assault. 

The ghoul looked over his gun, that same bastardly smirk still prominent on his face as he placed it back in its holster, leaving your spit still on it. “Now that was fun, wasn’t it sweetheart,” You tried to glare at him, but didn’t dare speak, your mouth too sore and abused. Your small fight made the ghoul chuckle again, the hand holding your wrists dragging you up from the table with a harsh yank. His face was inches from yours again as he held you in the air, the only thing keeping you from falling was his grip on your hands and his hips digging into yours against the table. “Wanna tell me where you dear mama is now?”

So this torture was still to get information out of you. You loved your mother, you couldn’t bear the thought of giving her up so easily just to save your own skin. 

“Fuck you.” Your voice was strained, your throat throbbing in pain at each syllable. 

“I hoped you’d say that.” With a shove, he threw you to the floor, moving to stand over you. With your limbs finally free, you scrambled to get away, but he was too quick, one heeled boot slamming down on your leg with enough force to stun you. You screamed out in pain, eyes going wide as you watched him reach for his belt, foot still pressed against your leg, keeping you from moving. His hands worked slowly, the terror building up in you at each passing second. His belt came off far too quickly followed by the button of his pants. 

You closed your eyes, not wanting to see where this was going. You heard the rustle of fabric as the ghoul removed his foot from your leg and went to straddle you, strong thighs on either side of your hips, one hand slammed against the floor beside your head, the other grabbing your jaw in a vice-like grip. 

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” You hesitated before giving in as his grip strengthened to the point of pain, making you gasp and your eyes fly open. “I want you to watch as I ruin you.”

The tears never seemed to stop, his hand leaving your jaw only to rip your shorts and panties down your legs in one harsh tug, the fabric burning against your too sensitive skin. You didn’t dare look down, your gaze staying fixed on his, hoping that if you didn’t look then it wasn’t actually going to happen. 

In spite of your prayers, you felt the rough leather of a gloved finger run through your folds, a sharp intake of breath the only sound you made. Your attempts at staying quiet were soon overcome as his finger found that secret spot just at the top of your cunt, the roughness of the glove and the fear that was coursing through your blood made it even more sensitive and a small mewl of discomfort left your lips. 

The ghoul continued to rub at your clit, your thighs beginning to shake, the sounds escaping your throat enough to make your skin boil in shame. “C’mon, pretty lady, do ya really wanna make this harder on yourself?” He went to whisper in your ear again, his fingers working magic against you. “I can make this feel so good for ya, just tell me what I wanna hear.”

Your hips began to buck against his hand, your moans growing louder as his thumb remained on your clit, one finger entering your cunt and it was like you were seeing stars. You had never done anything like this before, never really had the chance to. You experimented by yourself of course, but having someone else do it to you? It was on a whole other level. 

You chased your peak like it was the only thing standing in the way of your survival, your hips shaking, mouth agape, eyes still fixed on the dark ones above you. You were so close. You could feel it building, boiling over–

A pathetic cry left you as he removed his hand, bringing it up to his face as he inspected the wetness now coating his fingers. With that same hand he gripped your cheeks, your own fluids coating your face, the scent invading your senses. 

“I said I could make ya feel good, but you haven’t given me anythin’ in return yet.” His tone was so cocky, so arrogant, and yet it sent warmth shooting down to your core, unbidden and unwelcome to your mind, but it was received with exaltation as it fueled the slowly dying fire within you. 

“Please–” It was pathetic, you knew that, and you weren’t even sure what you were saying please to, please stop, please don’t stop, please let me come mr ghoul sir?

Your desire was partially snuffed out as you felt something large and warm slap against your stomach. The suddenness of it made you forget to not look down as your gaze landed on the ghoul’s cock. It was big, the skin red and irritated, scarred from the radiation, just like the rest of his body. As much as the pleasure he was giving you before felt amazing, you couldn’t take that thing. 

“That can’t fit,” You spoke hurriedly, the fear taking hold once more. “Please, I-I don’t know anything! I can’t help you, just please don’t put that in me.” Your sobs grew hysterical, tears free flowing, incoherent mumbles leaving you. “Sweetheart, you really think I care?” 

He was cruel, he was a monster, a horrible, despicable monster.

The ghoul reached for his discarded belt, using it to tie your wrists together above your head as you tried to squirm away from him again. And you watched in terror as one of his hands guided the head of his cock to hit against your opening, the other hand roaming down your neck to grab at your breasts again. The tip of him tried to get inside of you and you already felt like you would die right there.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you are tight.” His gaze left his cock and moved to look at you again, “You never been fucked before, have ya?”

Your blabberings and the fear in your eyes was enough of an answer for him. “Damn, didn’t think I’d find a cunt as sweet as yours in this place.” He finally managed to push in, the pain was horrible, it made your insides burn, your mind going blank. “Makes me wanna stay here just a bit longer, still gotta know where your little shit of a brother is afterall.”

Your mind was gone, overcome with pain as he pushed more of his length into you, heedless of your squirming, your tears, the resistance he felt as he kept on going deeper and deeper. 

It was horrible, you were glad your brain tried to block out other thoughts, albeit in vain as he pulled out just to slam back into you, fully sheathed in your tight cunt. 

“You’re gripping me like a vice, darlin’, I dunno if I can even get out.” He gave a soft chuckle at that, punctuated with a sharp tug from your warmth only to shove it back in at a brutal pace. 

You couldn't take it, couldn’t comprehend how this was happening to you. Distantly, you heard as his gloves came off, the rough skin of his fingers grabbing your hip with enough strength to form bruises while the other other arm braced against the floor beside your head, using it as leverage to rut into you. Your legs were splayed around his, your back scraping against the wooden floor, digging sharp lines into your skin. 

You could faintly hear quiet sounds escape the man above you as he fucked you, his arms moving to grab your legs, bending them until your knees were beside your head, allowing him to reach even deeper into you. The head of his cock felt like a nail was being hammered into your cervix with each thrust. Your glazed eyes wandered down to see where you were joined and a jolt of horror ran through you. Each time he rammed into you, your belly bulged up a bit, it was like he was rearranging your insides to make more room for him. 

The ghoul’s gaze followed yours and a louder grunt left him, one hand leaving your leg to press against the bulge on your belly. “Darlin’, you’re just too good for this fucked up world.”

The house was filled with the noises of flesh meeting flesh, your eyes were blank, staring up at the ceiling his thrusts continued. You didn’t want to think, to feel, to exist anymore. But the ghoul has other plans. Your face scrunched up as you felt a textured finger find your clit once more, rubbing it in all the right ways to make your mind snap back into focus. The pleasure was building again, each snap of his hips mixed with the bundle of nerves at your center being played with and you were reaching that peak again. Your moans intermingling with the slapping of flesh on flesh, you didn’t want to reach that crest and fall over it, you didn’t want this encounter to feel good for you too, but by god it did.

Your voice was raw as it screamed out, your pleasure pushed over the edge as you came, your thighs coating with your fluids, the noises becoming even more obscene as he continued to fuck you harder and faster.

“Goddamn, you are just too fucking good.”

His hands gripped your hips as his pace quickened but lost its rhythm. You knew he was getting close and the overstimulation of being fucked through and beyond your orgasm was making it hard to think of anything other than him. His hips finally stopped pistoning into you, giving one last, rough thrust as something hot and sticky filled you up, leaking out around his cock that remained in you. 

The ghoul braced his hands on either side of your head, his eyes zeroed in on yours, breath heavy, sweat on his brow. “You gonna help me out now, sweetheart?”

Your head lolled to the side, eyes closing as you passed out. 

#dark!fic #shadow writes #fallout show #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul smut #cooper howard smut #dark fic #dead dove do not eat #pls read the warnings #minors dni #also i am very scared to post this here... #so if it gets taken down at some point that's why #you can find it on ao3 tho

[superemeralds]

MARIA CENTRIC FIC YAHOO

Maria's life in core memories from her own perspective. Back on earth, as well as on the ARK. Shadow is the cure created just for her, but the new treatment created from his blood doesn't seem to work at first... However, it will soon prove to be working... too well. [ >> The bitterness of a neglected girl knows no bounds when you put her into the infinite expanse of space. ]

basically AU where maria comes out of it all... Wrong

#maria robotnik #shadows logbook #shadow writes

[hyperfixated-homo]

The Disney Trivia

Ao3 Link (leave a comment if you wanna! it would make my day <3)

Summary:

It's been months now since the side's have made up, and started actually treating each other like family. Now, with everything back together, they have the brilliant idea to play a game of trivia!

In which, Virgil and Roman are the hosts (who knows more about Disney than those two?) and also may be dating, we'll get back to you on that one.

Patton and Janus are flirting the whole time.

And Remus just thinks Logan is neat.

A/N: Holy god that is the most I have ever written in a single session ever. I don't regret it at all, this was amazing asodijowajd. I missed a lot! But it was kinda necessary because the fic would have been hella long otherwise and some of it was contradictory. I hope you guys like it :)

Word Count: 5117

Ships: Mociet, Prinxiety, Intrulogical

Warnings: Mentions of Remus' heart squishing? I don't think there's anything to be really concerned about lmao

“Why are we doing this again?”

“Because DISNEY Logan!”

“That’s not exactly a sufficient answer, Roman.”

Patton smiled at the two of them as they started bickering. Even now, months after their little family sorted through their drama and everyone started getting along, it seemed like some things would never change.

The sides sat together in a large debate hall, apparently a dreamspace Logan had created a while back for a video with Virgil. Back then it had been the two of them arguing over Thomas’ negative thinking, but now it was being used for something much more fun. The side’s first ever proper group trivia!

It was an idea Roman had a couple weeks ago, during their family game nights (which mainly consisted of uncontrollable chaos). He had thrown it out there randomly during a game of Kahoot, but forgot about it shortly after.

It wasn’t until earlier that week that it was brought up again.

Virgil had come up to him shyly asking if he still felt down to do a proper game of trivia, and had suggested the first theme: Disney!

Roman had agreed instantly, and the two of them spent a couple days planning and researching for the game.

The two of them would be running the game as hosts, while the other sides were split into groups of two. Janus and Patton had been dubbed team Mociet, while Logan and Remus were in team Intrulogical.

Patton was more than a little confused when Remus started giggling at the names, but shrugged it off.

The room had been decorated more interestingly for the fun occasion. Roman and Virgil had stated that they wanted to go all out for this trivia, even if it’s more of a joke than anything else.

The curtains behind were closed, colored black as they were before, but now had added detailing that made it a less monotone background. They had strung up simple banners on the wall, and there were more than a couple new lights in the room that they wanted to use for aesthetic purposes. The floor had been changed to carpeting that had a full rainbow gradient from one corner of the room to the other.

But most importantly was the art.

Hundreds of paintings of Disney characters lined the walls. Different, stylised versions of every princess, prince and villain imaginable had been drawn on them in bright, vibrant colors.

Logan was very confused when he saw them, noting that they wouldn’t be seen much anyways since the attention would be on the judges and the stage, so he didn’t understand why they would put so much effort into it.

Roman said that it didn’t matter.

(The amount of fun that he and Remus had painting them together more than made up for it.)

It was a very neat set up! And according to the boys, there were a couple other things too that they hadn't even shown yet, because they wanted it to be a surprise for when the game actually started.

“Wow, they’re still going?”

Janus’ voice cut through Patton’s thoughts, snapping his attention to the snakey side on his left.

“Huh? Oh- they stopped arguing about the scoreboard ten minutes ago. This is a new argument.”

Janus looked at him with a deadpan expression that Patton couldn’t help but smile at.

“It’s not that bad. We just need to wait for Virgil to get the cards! He’s not going to take that long.”

Janus’ eyes softened quickly, and he turned to look back at Logan and Roman. “Yes… I suppose so. We’ll just have to wait.”

Then he turned back around, suddenly seeming a lot more competitive. “What’s our game plan?”

Patton blinked. He had absolutely no clue what Janus was talking about.

“The what now?”

Janus sighed, fondly exasperated.

“How are we going to win this Patton? You probably know at least a little bit about disney. I’m going to be fully honest, I know virtually nothing. I would say that the teams are fair in that sense except Logan’s a massive Marvel nerd and Remus knows almost as much about Disney in general as Roman, so it really isn’t. We’re at a massive disadvantage here.”

Patton blinked, again.

And Janus sighed, again.

“Do we not- is there no game plan?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Patton looked between him and Roman. “…be nice and hope for the best?”

Janus looked at him for a moment, then once again turned away, mumbling something about how hard it would be to gaslight Virgil into giving them points. Patton was about to make a concerned remark when the door slammed open and the anxious side himself walked into the room.

“Alright losers, stop the fighting. It’s game time.”

Roman audibly squealed, immediately stumbling over to his stand.

“Okay everybody stand in your area. Go stand- you too remus, you stand normally by your podium. We’re starting! Play the music! Why isn’t- LOGAN, THIS IS YOUR DREAMSCAPE, PLAY THE MUSIC!”

Logan rolled his eyes, but complied with the prince’s request, snapping his fingers. The Disney theme started playing, and suddenly the lights shut off.

As the music swelled, new, brighter spotlights slammed on, and the four contestants were surprised to see that they’d been changed into stunning suits and corsets, similar to their outfits at the courtroom but clearly glamorized by Roman. Their podiums had changed as well, the old wooden stands being covered fabric of their own colors with their symbols at the bottom.

Before they had time to even mention the change, another bright spotlight illuminated their hosts. Virgil and Roman were also wearing new clothes, much more layered outfits with more designs sewn into them. Virgil was sat down behind a tilted table that no doubt hid the question cards, while Roman stood in front of them.

The short intro theme faded into a bright show theme, something Patton vaguely recognised.

Roman jumped forwards, welcoming them to the show and going over a prepared speech that played in time with the music.

“Welcome everyone to the first ever Sanders Sides Trivia! Not about us, but being played by us! Today we have a very special theme, suggested by my darling emo nightmare behind me,” Virgil blushed and gave a little wave “DISNEY!”

Patton cheered. Remus joined in, and then all four of them were clapping for Roman.

His eyes were alight as he walked in front of them, posture bubbly in a way that it only ever was when he got the chance to be on stage.

“Thank you! Thank you all!” He took a mock bow.

“Today on the stage we have our two wonderful teams! First up, Team Mociet! Featuring everyone’s favorite father figure, Patton, and the slithery snake himself, Janus!”

Remus whooped from beside them, and Logan and Virgil clapped for them loudly.

Janus loudly said “Totally hate being here today, how dare you invite me.”

Patton waved at everyone, unable to stop himself from giggling.

“And as their competitors today, we’ve got our brilliant book nerd, Logan, and his partner in crime (who may or may not have actually committed some crimes), Remus!”

He and Janus cheered for them, and Remus laughed maniacally while the two of them waved as well.

“I am, of course, Roman Sanders, and this is Virgil! We will be your hosts today everybody!” he continued. The four of them together gave them a round of applause, Patton and Remus yelling out compliments over the loud noise.

“Thank you, thank you. And thank you all for coming! We’re going to go over some ground rules first, before the game can officially start, so we can just jump straight into it!”

He made his way behind the table, as he said that, sitting down. The next part was apparently Virgil’s job to present.

“We’re playing by a point system. You are given points for getting questions right, giving us a good argument or just being cool in general. We’d set better requirements but honestly, I’m sure that all of you guys would find a loophole no matter what rules we set. So we’re not doing that. Points are given based entirely on how me and Roman feel about your answers.” He leaned forwards in his chair, and rested his head in his hands, elbows on the table.

“We can also add points at any time in the game!” Roman chimed in quickly “Not just during question times! For example, padre, I’m loving the attitude right now. Plus ten points!”

There was a loud ring, and then the curtains opened behind them to show a big board, with the two teams' scores on it. Team Mociet had ten points.

Virgil continued. “We can and will take away points, too. Not for getting questions wrong, but for other things. Arguments we don’t like, trying to cheat, sabotage, all that good stuff. Like, say, that stupid hat Janus is still wearing. Minus ten points. Bad hat.”

There was a sort of power down sound, and they watched the points be erased and go down to zero.

Janus didn’t say anything. He just looked at Virgil with the most “are you serious right now” face he could muster. Patton tried his absolute hardest to not laugh next to him. He mostly succeeded.

Virgil was not phased.

“Also, fun fact, even though we can’t actually participate or win, me and Roman can also get points. Because we’re just superior to you guys in every way. We have pretty general rules here, no changing the answer, no physical fighting, no attempted murder, the usual things. Basically just don’t break our monopoly rules and we’ll probably be fine.”

“We’re also not going to win anything.” Patton wondered how long Virgil and Roman had rehearsed this for them to be this in sync. “This is obviously just for fun. No need to get too competitive. I’m looking at you Logan.”

“That’s bold coming from the guy who played checkers with Janus for five hours because he refused to stop until he won a game.” Remus called out.

“That’s not what we’re talking about right now.” Roman replied “And honestly, you would have too if you saw how close I was. There were so many times I almost won. We tied at least-”

“ANYWAYS!” Virgil interrupted him. If Roman started rambling now they would never actually play. “That’s all we have to say. We might add or change some rules later on if things are too chaotic.”

“Right, right. Okay! With that all out of the way, let the games begin!”

A happy little tune that sounded somewhat similar to the ending of a looney toons episode played, and the lights flickered on again.

There was silence for a moment in the debate room, and then Virgil spoke quietly.

“So… how was that?”

“Guys that was amazing!! Oh my goodness I loved it!!” Patton was practically vibrating on the spot from pure excitement over the performance that the two of them just gave.

“Oh I absolutely despised the personal nicknames. Horribly kind of you.” Janus couldn’t seem to keep a smile off his face, clearly also very hyped up.

“I was not expecting the lightshow, I will admit. It was a brilliant choice to use that blackout period to change the scenery, we were all invested quite quickly.” Logan commented.

“Very good idea. We all look hotter than a hooker on a Friday evening in these clothes!” Was Remus’ response. An interesting complement, but a complement nonetheless.

Their judges were clearly happy with the positive reception, Roman hardly able to keep still in his chair and Virgil’s eyeshadow glowing a bright, glittery purple.

“Then let us not waste any more time! Onwards, to the competition!”

Patton let himself relax into a more comfortable standing position, as the category of the first questions were announced.

They would have an absolute blast playing this, he was sure. He just wondered if it would get as chaotic as their previous family times.

———

Everything instantly fell apart.

Well, instantly was a bit of a stretch. Everyone behaved for at least five minutes, usually the game nights spiral downhill as soon as it starts!

Patton just needs to keep looking at the positives. If not, he might literally explode.

“THUMBS both ARE and ARE NOT FINGERS, ROMAN. Some people, especially those in the medical field, do refer to them as such for simplicity's sake, but the truth is that the answer to that question is SUBJECTIVE. They have a DIFFERENT ANATOMY, ROMAN. I DID NOT ANSWER INCORRECTLY.”

“LOGAN THE QUESTION WAS HOW MANY FINGERS MICKEY MOUSE HAS. IT ISN’T THAT COMPLICATED.”

“DEFINE A FINGER FOR ME ROMAN. DEFINE IT. TELL ME WHAT A FINGER IS. IS A THUMB A FINGER TO YOU? IS IT? DOES EVERYONE HERE CONSIDER A THUMB A FINGER?”

Remus raised his hand lazily, pretending to not find this entire situation hilarious. “I don’t think a thumb is a finger. It’s a digit.”

“REMUS STOP SUCKING UP TO LOGAN LIKE THAT FOR MORE POINTS-”

It was honestly sort of amazing that they’d managed to start screaming at each other so quickly. They hadn't even gotten to the actual “debate for points” questions. These were just regular trivia. And yet they somehow managed to start a debate. About fingers.

When Virgil said that they could gain points by “giving a good argument”, Patton didn’t think he considered how far Logan and Janus were willing to go to convince the others that they were correct. Maybe he forgot that one debated for fun and the other liked to pretend to be a lawyer. This was bound to happen eventually.

Although, Patton wasn’t really focusing on that right now, but rather the fact that Janus was trying to change the points on the scoreboard behind them again.

“Jan! Stop that!” He whisper shouted.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” He lied. Like a liar.

“Stop trying to give us points, we’re tied already, it doesn’t matter!”

Indeed, the two teams were tied at 30 points each, after seven questions. So far, they had been pretty simple, and the reason that their team didn’t have more points was because Virgil had randomly decided to subtract five from them, because he “felt like Janus was up to something. Nothing in particular but… something.”

He was right, obviously. Janus was trying to steal the question cards from the host table with one of his spare hands. But Virgil didn’t know that.

“No, you're right. I’m sorry sweetheart. There’s no point in cheating this early in the game, it’ll just make the others suspicious and make it harder to do so later on. I’ll save that one for later” Janus winked.

“That is not what I meant and you know it mister.” Patton crossed his arms, as if that would make Janus take him more seriously.

“Do I?” His mischievous smirk only seemed to grow.

“Yes! You do!”

“Sorry about that darling. I’ll get it eventually, promise.” Even if Patton wasn’t literally face to face with him right now, he would be able to hear the smirk in Janus’ voice.

“That’s-”

“FINE. YOU GUYS CAN GET TWO POINTS. IS THAT OKAY?”

“FINE.”

“FINE.”

Roman threw his hand up and the scoreboard behind them changed to show the numbers 30 - 32.

All four of the other sides just stared at the two of them.

“Okay, Virgil, what’s the next question?”

He looked Roman up and down, squinted, and then looked away.

“Uh… when did snow white come out.”

“Alright. JANUS.” The deceitful side jumped slightly, then turned to Roman, smoothing out his outfit as if it never happened.

“Right. What’s the question?”

“Minus five points for not paying attention.”

“Wha- excuse me?” Janus stared at Virgil in shock. “That’s not fair-”

“Shoulda been listening dude. You keep forgetting that we can do that. Pay attention.” Virgil smirked at Janus’ barely concealed rage. “The question is what year Snow White came out.”

Janus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Pfft, easy. 1957”

Roman stood up quickly, and in a dramatic gesture moved to point at Janus “HAH, WRONG! It was-”

“No, it’s not! It’s totally 1947! Are you just making stuff up to make me lose?”

Roman stared at him, immediately stumped. He spluttered out a “What? No! I promise it’s-”

But Janus was quick, and also an expert gaslighter. “Then did someone change the date on the flash card? Because it was definitely 1937! How could you get such an easy question wrong!?”

Roman’s mouth opened and closed a couple times, as if he was trying to refute the statement but couldn’t find the words.

“When did it come out then?”

Virgil rolled his eyes in response. “1937. Dude you were off by like twenty years.”

“No he wasn’t.” Remus’ voice. Yet again speaking purely to add on to this meaningless argument, adding flame to the fire. “He said 1937.”

Virgil looked at him like he’d grown four heads. “N- dude did you miss that entire conversation? He said 1957.”

“He did also say 1937, though.” Said Logan, as if he was helping them in literally any way. “Are we still counting it if he changes his answer before the actual answer is revealed? His final date was 1937.”

Roman just stood there, trying and failing to process their questions. Virgil answered for him.

“We. We’re not accepting that. Final decision. We’re the hosts here, and he’s not getting any points.” Then he turned to glare at Janus again. “Matter of fact, minus five points for trying to trick us.”

Now it was Janus’ turn to splutter, exclaiming various forms of “what the hell, Virgil?” and “why??? Just why???”

Patton sighed, leaning down to lay his head on his stand.

“Patton! This next question is for you!”

He snapped his head up to look at them, smiling on instinct. “Yeah! I got this!”

“I thought it was one question per team-” Logan tried to interject but Roman steamrolled over him.

“How many years was Genie from Aladdin trapped in the magic lamp?”

“Oh! Uhh… like a hundred thousand years right? It was a really long time!”

Roman looked at his card, then at Virgil. He just shrugged. “Close enough.”

The princely side turned back to Patton, a beaming smile on his face. “Great job popstar, 10 points for you! You’re doing fantastic!”

“Ten poi- he didn’t even get it right?!”

“Shush up Logan, he deserves it. Anyways, Remus!”

Patton found himself smiling as well. The fact that his kiddos would give him points even when he got it wrong, ah he loved them so much!

He looked over to see what Janus thought, only to see him quickly turn away to look at their friends. He caught a glimpse of a smile on his face though, a moment of fondness in his expression.

And then Patton found himself smiling a whole lot more.

It was nice. This was nice. Maybe a little bit chaotic, but when were they not?

Besides, it wasn’t that bad.

———

At some point during the trivia, Virgil and Roman had started to give themselves points. Which was fine, they had mentioned that they would do so at the start after all!

But then they started doing so increasingly often.

Like, every couple minutes often.

For things like how cute the other looked, or how smart they were, or how well they worked together.

And they gave each other a lot of points. Like, hundreds of points. Way too many points, considering the fact that it was over double the amount of points the two teams had combined.

So Remus and Logan, the competitive bastards that they were, of course immediately decided to comment on it and start a debate on whether it was appropriate to give each other points for things like “the color of their eyes” (Roman you can’t give your team points every time you look at Virgil because you think he’s pretty. If we could all do that then what is even the point of the point system in the first place?)

And the hosts immediately took offense, justifying it by saying that they were the ones in charge here, so obviously they got to decide what was and wasn’t a good reason to give someone points.

Which prompted Janus to start another debate about how unjust it was that the two of them were in complete control in this situation even though it was not through democratic election, thus making them the unofficial rulers of a self proclaimed biarchy.

To which they responded that since it’s not a government system, it doesn’t work like that.

And now they were talking about kingdom hierarchy, in the middle of a disney debate.

And yet again, Patton could not find reason to care, because Janus was once again attempting to change the scores in their favor.

“Jay! We said that you couldn’t do this!”

“We said? I think you mean you said, my dear. I never agreed to anything.”

Patton threw his head back tiredly. “Janus, that’s cheating. It’s not fair to the others! We aren’t even winning anything, there’s no need to keep trying to find ways to win!”

“Oh but Patton, I need to do something to assist you! After all, you’ve almost been carrying me this whole game!”

That was true. Virgil and Roman had tried their absolute hardest to find ways to discredit Janus’ every answer, and take away points from him at any chance they got. In direct juxtaposition, they gave Patton as many points as they possibly could, even for completely incorrect answers.

(Patton didn’t really know how to explain that the points didn’t really mean anything to him, and by now was answering wrong just to see how Janus would react when they gave him the points. The fact that they were somehow still above negative points was honestly just a bonus.)

“C’mon sugar, let me do this? Please?”

Well. If Janus was going to play it like that, then Patton was going to have to bring out the big guns as well.

He turned to him, opened his eyes, and gave him is best pouty face.

He saw the exact moment Janus’ face went from “smug flirting” to “oh no he’s cute”.

He had to fight to not blush at the way the snake looked at him.

(Janus couldn’t stop looking at his eyes, his lips, the soft curves of his face as he tried to win him over. Patton looked every bit like the sweetheart Janus kept calling him.)

He sighed, closing his eyes, and pretending that he wasn’t completely melting on the inside. “…I suppose it doesn’t matter that much. If it really upsets you, I’ll stop.”

Patton’s face split and without really thinking about it, he launched himself forwards to crush Janus in a hug.

Arms wrapped around him by instinct (too many arms for a normal person, probably, but Patton had always thought that more arms meant more comfort). He laughed out a small thank you, burying his face into Janus’ suit.

“Yes, yes, I’m amazing, I know. Go back to your stand, you’re making me look soft.”

Patton laughed at the comment, but did indeed stand up and go back to his podium (he didn’t mention the fact that despite the complaints, Janus didn’t try to separate himself from him until Patton did).

The others had been arguing for far too long now anyways.

“I’m just saying, we should definitely have guillotined more rulers! It would have fixed so many problems!”

Wait, what?

“Remus, that would be RIDICULOUS. They didn’t have the concept of free will, or rights back then. They just would have elected another bad ruler!”

“Guys what the hell are we talking about.”

The conversation died instantly. The four of them looked at each other, and then at Janus, and then back at each other.

“I uh… I have no clue.” Was Virgil’s reply.

Which was typical. And also understandable. But maybe not what they should be doing right now.

“…okay. Can we get back to trivia now. That’s… that’s like the only reason we’re here in this stupidly fancy room, still standing up, still killing my legs. Can we wrap this up please.”

Roman snapped into action, getting the cards and moving swiftly on to the next question.

“Right! Yeah! Y'know what, we’re going to do a couple flash rounds. Me and Virge will just call out some questions and whoever answers first and most accurately gets points. Good?”

They nodded.

The game continued.

———

“Order!” Roman called out in the loud room. “Order in the court! This is the FINAL question! Up for debate here my guys, gals and nonbinary pals. Completely subjective, alright?”

Everyone hushed up, ready to answer the final question.

“Who is the best Disney prince?”

“Flynn Rider.” Four voices called out simultaneously.

The hosts paused for a moment, before looking at each other, and then back at their contestants.

“Correct. Five hundred points for everyone. Good game!”

“Well, this was a miserable experience. I despised every part of it.” he smiled at Virgil and Roman, not out of mischief or irritation but of pure, unfiltered care. “Thank you for organizing this. It was wonderful.”

Patton nodded aggressively next to him. “Yeah!! We got super side tracked but by golly was it fun!”

Roman laughed, and Virgil’s eyeshadow seemed to brighten a few shades to match the pink growing on his cheeks.

“Yeah it was… it was fun or whatever.”

“It was enjoyable.” Said Logan from beside them. His voice was low, a little raw from how much yelling he did in the two hours they spent doing the trivia. “Even though it devolved quickly into something that was most definitely not trivia.”

“Maybe next time we should have another group host it.” Remus said. “Y’know, like the winners of this game get to choose a theme for the next time.”

All of them seemed to perk up a little at that idea.

“Who won?” asked Janus.

“Not you guys.” was Virgil’s immediate response.

Janus hissed at him. Virgil hissed back.

“Did we even count the points?” Roman squinted at the board behind them, as if closing his eyes would make the massive numbers on them make more sense.

“I believe you stopped trying to actually calculate it when you started adding thousands onto the board. Much less the millions.

Roman shrugged. “Eh. That’s fair. We don’t really know who won then. Maybe we can hold a vote or something.”

Logan hummed. “That would be appropriate.”

Patton felt a hand rest on his, atop his podium.

He smiled, and closed his eyes.

For a moment there was peace. The group was tired out, energy completely depleted after that rollercoaster of emotions.

“…Maybe Janus should be disqualified though. I would consider changing the question cards and the scoreboards quite an easy disqualifier.”

“He did WHAT.”

———

Maybe it was a little bit mean for Remus to tell Logan that Janus had cheated right at the end there. Everyone was tired after all, so there was no point in wasting any of their remaining energy on questioning how he did it.

But Remus was petty.

And Janus did try to mess with his score.

All is fair in love and war.

Besides, who would he even be if he didn’t try to cause a little chaos right at the end?

He looked over at the other sides from his spot in between his and Logan’s podiums, bent in a position that would probably be impossible, if he weren’t an imaginary person who could make his spine disappear if he wanted to.

Janus was trying to justify himself to a group of three angry light sides, although it was clear that most of that effort went into trying to explain his methods to Patton. Said moral side was making an attempt to scold him that would probably be more effective if he looked in any way mad, and not just like his kitty had clawed up his favorite couch cushion. Roman and Virgil were leaning together in their seats, heads leaning on each other and holding hands.

He turned to look at his teammate. Logan stood resting his elbows on the podium in a rare moment of relaxation. He was observing the “fight” just as Remus was before, but usual cold expression was replaced with a soft, happy smile.

Something about it made Remus’ heart squish strangely. Maybe he was having heart palpitations.

He untangled himself enough to poke Logan's leg with his foot.

“Psst.”

Logan turned to look down. The fondness remained on his face, albeit with a little bit of added confusion.

He looked really hot from down here, damn.

“What is it you need, Remus?”

“If you could see any marvel scene in real life right now, to study, what scene would it be.”

Logan furrowed his brow and tilted his head. “…Comic book or movie scene?”

Remus shimmied, moving around so that he could stand up.

“Either.”

Logan took a moment to think, looking away from him in concentration. “Hm… there’s a fascinating scene in the marvel comics where the Scarlet Witch removes the abilities of all mutants from planet earth, almost by accident, because she doesn’t want them and the humans to keep fighting. Although, I suppose that’s not exactly a visitable scene, since her powers are never really thought to be observable in that sense.” He looked at Remus again, who was now standing up. “I would want to see what Tony Stark’s lab looks like. I know most of the science there isn’t real by any means, but it would still be fascinating to see how he would theoretically create his suits and weaponry.”

That sounded really smart. And complicated. And like it would take a lot of effort.

Remus reached out and grabbed him by the hand.

And suddenly, they weren’t in Logan’s dreamscape anymore, but Remus’.

Although it didn’t look like what his dreamscape usually looked like.

There were tables and tables of tech all around them. Holograms and metal scraps and projects were laid out that looked incredibly similar to the ones in the original Marvel movies. There were some odd choices of weapons, for sure, some of them seemingly old fashioned and not at all what would actually be in Ironman’s lab.

It didn’t matter.

And it didn’t matter how much energy it took Remus to make the room. Or how much his head hurt trying to remember basic mechanics so that he could make anything here believable.

None of it mattered.

It was all worth it, for the way Logan screamed in happiness.

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Ancients realised that the ocean and our tears share a taste and went crazy.. But what does that mean? That the generations before us have gone thought so much of sorrow so much of suffering that even the ocean cries in midst of night.

Started writing smthng a while ago, dont think im gonna be completing it anytime soon :/

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Writing Master List

Naruto

Alone Together

If, Perhaps, They Were Less Idiotic, Things Would Go Smoothly

soulmates are hardly sure-fire

sometimes all you need is a chance 2 3

Bleeding Grey 2 3 4 5 6

Edo Tensei and it's Equivalents 2 3 4 5 6 7

The Weight of the World 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Boku no Hero Academia

ripples reach far from a single pebble (she is far from a pebble) 2 3 4 5 6 7

Tian Guan Ci Fu

Rest When You Are Done

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Quiet Rain: Chapter Three

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Warning: This chapter includes death and violence

A/N: Yeah, so it’s almost been half a year. Sorry. School and procrastination got in the way, but this chapter is done! One of the main reasons is because of the fact that this is one of the most important chapters. I’m okay, guys! Not dead, haha! Hopefully we’ll meet again in like two or three weeks. Hopefully. 

Flying through the turquoise sky that seemed to stretch out for miles, a black noibat with neon blue ears swerved in and out of the twisting branches that tangled within the grove. 

It was odd; his color, as he’d been made fun of multiple times in the past because of it. He’d hated it, but at least afterwards, he got to fly freely through the valley, which he’d always loved. 

Perching at the top of a tree, watching the land spill outward like a long river in front of him, he could see the caves he lived in, the sturdy and rocky terrain of the area where large glowing red pokemon roamed, and even some human settlements up ahead. He could see everything from here. 

The noibat let out a deep sigh before twitching his ears slightly. He heard shouts and laughter coming from below. That’s when his head seemed to explode. 

Picture after picture flooded his mind, memories darting to and fro as well. The noibat’s head was quite literally spinning. All these weird visions. All these weird paths. 

Stop it! The odd noibat shut his eyes, trying to avoid whatever was flashing through his vision. 

Get out of my head! 

Suddenly, it stopped. Everything was okay. But what was going on down there was not. If it was strong enough to change multiple timelines just in his mind alone… 

The noibat drifted down from the treetops and landed on the ground with a soft thud. Twitching his ears again, he pinpointed the location of whatever was going on. 

Quickly flapping his wings, the noibat finally ended up where he needed to be. Looking from behind a tree, he saw three woobat surround what looked to be another noibat. Their scales and fur were a green and black color, but the noibat’s face was covered up by their wings, ears pinned back. 

“Wow, what’s with your eyes?” One woobat snickered, flying around. 

“They look just like a ditto’s!” Laughter rocked through the trees between the three bat pokemon. 

“Isn’t her mother a ditto? D’you think she can transform like one?” 

Before the three woobat could conversate more, the noibat slowly went out into the open, before rushing out and shielding the other noibat. 

“Are you hurt?” He whispered, but the noibat didn’t look up. She stayed down, quivering almost violently. 

“I suggest you three stop it,” the noibat turned back to the woobat, “or I’ll make you stop.” 

One woobat flapped around, giggling. 

“All right then, make us!” 

Before the noibat could do anything, his head started blaring again. 

No! Not again! 

A loud screech echoing through the forest made the noibat jump a little and snapped him out of… whatever was happening with him. A large dragon-like figure dove from the sky and landed in front of him. 

A noivern! 

After letting out loud growls and flapping their wings, the three woobat flew away in fear, presumably back to their caves. When their vigorous wing beats were out of earshot, the noivern in front of them laughed. 

“Haha! I haven’t scared children like that in a long time! I hope I’m in their nightmares too!” 

The noibat behind him perked up and tackled the noivern in the leg. She didn’t speak nor shout anything but stayed silent as she hugged the dragon’s hind leg. 

“Oh, right. You two. Thanks for having her back while I was gone. I swear, those woobat appeared out of nowhere!” Watching the noivern turn around, the noibat quickly noticed their eyes weren’t normal. It was almost like they were a ditto…

Wait. 

“Are you her mother?” 

The ditto craned her neck, cocking her head to the side. “Why yes, I am. I thought it was pretty obvious. What gave it away for you?” 

“Your eyes,” the noibat said, blinking. “Can I call you by anything?” 

“You mean like a name?” The ditto made a puzzled expression; though, it probably wasn’t so hard to do considering ditto almost always looked puzzled. “I just go by Ditto. But my daughter's name is Silver.” 

“Well,” the noibat twitched his ears again, “you can call me Soundwave, or Wave for short.” 

Silver, who was still hugging her mother’s leg turned around, and Wave noticed her eyes really did look like a ditto’s. He didn’t really care, if anything, she was probably the most beautiful noibat-who-looked-like-a-ditto he’d ever seen. 

“You look really pretty,” Wave blushed, realizing what he’d just said. 

The two sit in silence for a few seconds.

“Mama, can we go home now? I think I’ve had enough affection for one day.” The green noibat pushed the ditto’s leg, and the larger pokemon lifted the limb, sending her toppling over. 

“No, you haven’t thanked him yet.” 

“Do I have to?”

“Well, it’s basic manners isn’t it?” 

Silver groaned before shyly walking up to Wave, her head down. 

“Th-thanks. For what you did back there. I should probably thank you…” Shuffling her feet, she flew up to a nearby branch and grabbed a berry. From the look of it, it was an Oran berry, and Wave grabbed it without saying anything and took a bite out of it. 

“You can come back to our caves if you’d like to,” the ditto smiled kindly while rearing up to fly away. 

Before Wave could move, his mind flashed furiously again. 

“Caves.”

“Drive them out of their caves.”

“Hit them where it hurts them the most.” 

“And rule the skies once more.” 

Wave spun around, trying to figure out where the voice he was hearing came from. But he couldn’t. The words repeated in his head over and over again while he was trapped. Trapped in his own mind. The very thought of it made Wave panic. Something had normally brought him out of this weird trance, like a loud noise or a very sudden initiative. 

But now it was different. No one was here. The only thing around was the darkness of his own mind, holding him captive. Fear surged through Wave as he struggled to move even his wings, as his body stayed dormant. This was it-surely, it was. Wave was going to die. 

All of a sudden, Wave began to see his own memories. Well, they weren’t exactly his memories, they were his memories in different timelines, it was weird to see. That if he hadn’t simply caught something as simple as a wimpod for dinner, so many things could’ve been different. But he also hated it. Because, technically, judging by the way his power worked, there could be one where he just… saw terrible things happen. 

Like how that noibat he just met could die tomorrow, and he could’ve seen that, and decided not to do anything about it. He felt an odd amount of power, but also weakness in this ability he had. 

Wave soon decided to give up in trying to get out of his mind. He relaxed, slowly letting his overwhelming tiredness take over him…

“Wave?” 

“Wave!”

“Wake up, Wave!” 

What do you want now? Wave thought, scrunching up his nose until he realized it wasn’t that odd voice anymore, or any of his other memories or visions. 

Wave’s eyes shot open, and he was also met with a terrible headache. 

He realized he was in a dark area, and it was very rocky, from what he could see. 

“Why’s he squinting? Shouldn’t he be able to see in areas like this?”

“It’s because he’s always out during the day like an idiot!” 

“Predators can catch you easily in the daylight… though, I don’t like it in these stupid caves either… too many tight spaces.” 

“Guys—we shouldn’t be making fun of our sister’s boyfriend.” 

“Shut up! We aren’t even friends!” 

“We should probably check if he’s okay,” the noise of strong wingbeats filled the cave, and Wave saw a face he recognized. Only, he didn’t. It was a noivern, but it didn’t have the dotted eyes ditto had. 

“Who are you?” Wave asked, surprised at how strained his voice sounded. 

The large noivern tapped their wing claws together. “I’m the older brother to these four idiots. It’s nice to meet you.” 

Wave frowned. “It isn’t very nice to call your siblings idiots,” he said, his vision slowly adjusting to the dark caves. Now he could see the small crystals that reflected the outside world’s light and lit up the area in cool purple and blue shades. 

“Well, it’s basically what they are though; one hive mind split between four stupid bats.” 

The noivern smirked, and Wave felt all bubbly and angry inside. He turned away from him and growled to himself. 

“Just ‘cause you like her, doesn’t mean she’s left out of my insults.” 

“Shut up,” Wave was this close to biting his friend’s own brother, though it probably wouldn’t do much. 

“Well; I think I’ve successfully made a fool of and made fun of our sister’s boyfriend.” The noivern got up and flapped away. 

“WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU?!” Wave remembered that voice. He realized he actually preferred if she would be a bit quieter. 

“COBALT—” 

“Ta-ta, sister~” the noivern’s voice became more distant as he flew away. 

Wave sighed with relief. That stupid preposterous noivern was finally gone. 

But, those other brothers aren’t. They probably won’t bother me. 

Wave heard something scuttle over to him, but it was smaller and seemed more skilled at maneuvering about wherever he was. 

“Sorry about my brother. Sometimes he’s just… difficult.” The noibat he’d met earlier had returned to a quieter state, but hadn’t locked eyes with Wave. 

Wave rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I can tell. Seems to me he goes out more during the daylight.” Actually, he did go out more in the daylight. He just knew. Somehow.

“Yeah, he’s a weirdo,” Silver tilted her head. “Maybe he just likes being outside. He’s always back in the early hours of the night.” 

“So, Ditto said I could stay over, right?” 

“Uh, yeah. But you were kind of already doing that, considering you randomly blacked out in the middle of the valley.” 

Wave laughed nervously, wrapping himself in his wings. 

“I probably shouldn’t touch on that though,” Silver sucked in air between her teeth. “A-Anyway, I’d like to know a bit more about you. Um, you have parents, right?” 

“Yeah,” Wave shrugged. “Don’t know 'em, but there are a lot of other pokemon I live with who take care of me instead.” 

“O-Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t…” 

“It’s fine; I get it a lot. Besides, the Fromith Guild is where I’ve been living my whole life, without my parents.” Wave looked at Silver directly, but she was holding her head down, wringing out her wings. Was she beating herself up this much for asking a simple question? 

Silver blinked, pinning her ears back. “So, why are you over here then?” 

“I just came here because I wanted to. I like to stretch my wings around the valley, not much room back at the guild. Very crowded, and too many tourists. But there’s different districts to the guild as well. I live in the Cave District nearby.” 

He stared into Silver’s eyes, but her expression suddenly changed. She quickly closed her eyes and shook her head before turning away from him.

“O-Oh, that sounds interesting,” she said, waving a wing. “Anyways, I really gotta go back and finish cleaning up my nest, or else my parents will have my hide.”

She took off into the air and vanished from Wave’s sight.

Shaking his head, Wave sighed once again and started flying towards the surface. Looking around for a bit, he spotted Cobalt. The older Noivern wasn't paying any attention to him though, instead he was looking around feverishly and swerving his ears around attentively. Could he be hiding something? He stood motionless for a couple of seconds before letting out a deep sigh and flew out of the cave's entrance.

Wave was confused by his odd mannerisms and wanted to know more. So he silently flew behind at a safe distance. Wave was amazed at how quiet his wingbeats were to his own ears. He knew that noibat and Noivern had silent flight, but it came in handy this time. 

When Cobalt landed, he scanned the ground near the mouth of the cave and picked up what appeared to be a rock. He threw it toward a tree, hitting it hard enough to cause a loud crackling sound. His tail swayed side to side in agitation. 

"Come out already, will you?" Cobalt scoffed. 

Wave froze for a minute, thinking he'd been seen—or at least heard—until he saw two long, green and fluffy ears peek out from behind a tree. 

A jolteon emerged in front of Cobalt, shaking stray leaves from his fur.

"S-Sorry, Cobalt. I thought your mother or Sil would've seen me if I'd come out earlier."

"It's okay, Jackal. Though, I have no idea why you were afraid. We all know Silver and my mother don’t have the best eyesight." 

Jackal laughed before composing himself.

"Anyway... I got you something you might like!"

"What is it?" Cobalt shook himself in anticipation.

Jackal opened a pouch with his paws, sitting on his haunches. Wave cocked his head to the side. How did he open that? He has paws, nothing like claws or fingers…

Jackal pulled out a very light colored scarf from the pouch. "My mom knitted it for you," he smiled sheepishly. 

A wide, toothless grin appeared on Cobalt's face. He took it from the jolteon with gentle wing claws, setting it around his neck.

"Sometimes I wish I could tell my parents about you," Cobalt shifted his feet.

"You'll have to tell them eventually. Especially because of our plans."

"Y-Yeah..." 

"Speaking of plans, when are you going to tell them!"

Cobalt laughed nervously. "I-I'll tell them tomorrow!"

"Swear to Arceus?" Jackal teased.

"On Arceus! I'll tell 'em!"  Cobalt laughed. 

Jackal hopped onto one of the branches of the trees, and waited for the Noivern to finish tying the scarf properly. He held onto it carefully, as he wasn't used to such light fabrics.

"Thank you for the gift, Jackal," he placed a wing to his chest in a dramatic gesture.

"Aw, shucks. It's nothing," Jackal chuckled. The two reveled in their company for a little longer before Jackal said goodbye to Cobalt and bounded back off into the forest.

Cobalt sat alone for a while. Wave blinked in awe. 

What plans are they talking about? Why don’t they want to be seen by anyone? Though, those were questions that wouldn’t be answered to him. How would Wave explain to Cobalt that he’d spied on him? It would be uncomfortable, and potentially make Silver’s older brother trust the odd noibat even less.

When he heard Cobalt flap away, presumably back to the cave, Wave got an idea. He could use his power. He didn’t know how to master it yet, but this would be a good way to start. What harm would it do, anyway? Just seeing into the future to know what Cobalt and Jackal were planning and stuff. But he didn’t even know how to activate it! Ugh, too many complications. 

Maybe, he could use it like a normal move. Concentrate into it and then let it out into a sudden burst. Yes, that would work. Everyone back at the guild would practically worship him for having an ability like this! He could save lives before they were endangered, and foresee possible storms and—

Wave felt his head explode once more. But he let it this time. This is what he’d wanted! Now… it was just a matter of getting to the right timeline. Wave swan around in his own mind for a little while, before he’d found what he was looking for.

But it wasn’t what he’d been expecting. Jackal was on the forest floor, bleeding out, Cobalt standing over his body. Wave had to stop himself from panicking. He tried looking through it again. Whatever this power was, it allowed him to traverse every timeline, every possibility. So, maybe, this was one of many possibilities! 

Wave followed another branch of a different timeline. Same outcome. Third times the charm? Wave thought as he skimmed another. 

Nothing changed. No matter which timeline he’d flipped through, around maybe ten by now, it always ended in the same way. Wave didn’t like it. There still had to be a way to change it, right? To prevent Cobalt from killing Jackal? Warning him before it was too late? 

Wave went to one final branch. It was one where he’d gotten Cobalt to speak of his plans earlier than expected, and his mother had approved him of something. Or, maybe, that was his father, because this Noivern’s eyes weren’t dotted. It didn’t matter to Wave. As he skimmed further along, skipping unimportant things regarding the rest of the family, he found the ending: Jackal and Cobalt were still alive, Cobalt giving rushed goodbyes to his family. 

Finally, Wave had understood. 

If I can get Cobalt to tell everyone what he’s planning… the timeline stays good. And if I don’t, well, who knows what that could do…

Silver rested in the quiet, open forest. It was no longer midday, the sky painted in orange and pink, signaling that nighttime would be soon. She felt calmer now. It wasn’t so noisy out here, and she rocked back and forth in a blissful silence. 

But something still felt a little bit off. She couldn’t pinpoint it, but for some reason Silver had been feeling less like herself lately. She looked down at her wings and examined them quietly. She hated them. And she didn’t know why. Silver craned over the river that flowed through the valley. Seeing her reflection, she grimaced at it. 

She hated the fur that wrapped around her neck. It was too… too–she didn’t know! Too neat? Too much of it? Too sparkly?

Maybe she hated herself so much because of those stupid woobat! And it wasn’t just them, either! It happened every time Silver had finally gained just a little more self confidence. But every time, it was destroyed, worse than the time before. Either by someone else, or just something really unlucky happening to her at the wrong time.

It’s never been this bad! She messes with the fur on her cheek with a wing. She just wanted to claw herself up and curl up into a ball and hope no one would find her like this! 

She looked down into the river again, taking in a deep, shaky breath. She hated her eyes! She hated her teeth! She hated that she was different from everyone else! 

But most of all, Silver hated her ears. They heard every little thing everyone else said about her. It was often her, in fact, of whom everyone would talk about. 

About how small and frail I am, or my color, just… everything! I hate it! I hate it, I hate it! 

Without hesitation, Silver slammed her wings into the water, distorting her reflection. The ripples went off into the river’s flow. She tried to take a deep breath and concentrate on something else; maybe her brothers. They’d always make her feel at ease and more like herself somehow. She related to them more than her own sisters, anyway. 

It wasn’t working. Nothing she tried to think about was working. Nothing would stop anyone from making fun of her and shoving her self esteem into the dirt. Nothing would stop her from having the eyes she had, or the fur color. Maybe she could prevent it somehow? Hinder it just a little bit. 

The water in the river cleared up, revealing her face once more. Silver stared at it for a little bit, before touching her ears. Her ears were the problem! She’d just tear them off! 

Okay, maybe not straight off. Maybe causing her own deafness was easier. Except, maybe not, because you’d have to damage the eardrums a lot for that to happen and a noibat’s ears are not that fragile. Or—

Silver was so prolonged in thought that she got frustrated, and dragged down her ears with her claws, causing them to fall limp on her face. She felt a dull pain on one of her ears, and something wet dripped down onto her claws. 

She squealed and leapt back as blood flowed out and onto the ground. She helplessly curled herself up, praying to Arceus that some noibat eating predator—maybe noctowl, or seviper—wouldn’t eat her. If she tried to fly, they would easily pursue her. Silver tensed up as she heard something land beside her, sniffling softly. 

“Silver?” 

Silver looked up to see her mother, shifting her talons. The two stared at each other in an eerie silence. Neither seemed to have anything to say. 

“Who did this to you?” Ditto lifted up Silver’s injured ear. 

“I did,” Silver avoided her mother’s gaze. 

“Why?” 

“I got really angry.” “At who?”

“Myself.” 

Ditto let out a quiet, short gasp, and then sat down next to Silver, moving her closer with her tail. The noivern groomed the small cut on her ear, smoothing out ruffled and matted fur. As relaxing as she should’ve found this, Silver’s fur was still standing on end. 

“Why were you angry at yourself?” Ditto started again, combing through Silver’s neck fluff. 

“‘Cause I don’t like the way everyone else looks at me. They think I’m a freak!” Silver flared her nostrils. 

“Pokemon would look at me the same way; I know how you feel. Nobody really liked having a shapeshifter around. They thought I would start trying to look like them and replace them as pokemon entirely! So, they’d constantly shun me. It hurt sometimes… a lot… but, as long as I didn’t think of myself in that way, it would be fine!” 

“But I do think of myself in that way! I hate myself! I hate the way everyone treats me! And I hate being a—” 

“Being a what?” Ditto made an almost concerned expression. 

“I hate being a female,” Silver finally spit it out. 

“Well, it can have its downsides sometimes but—” 

“No! I don’t wanna be one at all! It’s just… not me!” 

Ditto paused for a moment, small gusts of wind blowing through her fur. An unreadable expression crossed her face. Remembrance, maybe? A feeling of familiarity? “I understand. Would you like for me to refer to you as a male from now on?” 

“...Yes…” Silver slowly nodded his head. 

“All right. You want to head back home now? I caught a caterpie for you.” Ditto lifted into the air, waiting for her son to catch up. 

Silver shook out his fur before launching himself into the air, following behind his mother. 

—

Cobalt sighed, chewing on the leftover bones from his dinner. His younger brothers were all staring at him, their eyes wide and curious. 

“Where’d you get that from?” Gold asked, climbing onto Cobalt’s back. 

“Where’d I get what from?” Cobalt’s face scrunched up. 

“That scarf!” Mercury says, pointing to the light fabric. “And don’t say you did it ‘cause we bats can’t weave silk together like that.” 

Cobalt flushed. “Oh. Um… A friend gave it to me.” The noivern’s teeth managed to crack open the bone, and he began to scoop out the marrow with his tongue. He didn’t really like to refer to Jackal as a friend, because he knew he was more than that. But, it was better to play things safe rather than reveal he’d been hanging out with a stranger for the past few months. 

“Who is it? I wanna meet them!” 

“Erm… he’s uh—he’s away for the summer months. Doesn’t really thrive in ‘em.” 

“Is he a water type? Or a ground or rock type? Or a—” Copper was cut off by the wild beating of wings. 

Cobalt turned around to see a little black and blue noibat land at his talons. 

Wave. 

Cobalt wasn’t a fan of the strange noibat, but his younger siblings seemed almost entranced by him. Luckily, he’d be gone in a few hours, so he wouldn’t have to deal with him. 

“Cobalt, I know what you’re planning,” Wave hissed, and Copper gave him a sour look. 

“What are you talking about?” Cobalt squinted. 

“That friend of yours isn’t away for the summer. He’s a jolteon named Jackal, and you’re planning to go somewhere else with him. You’re going to kill—” 

“Woah, woah! What are you on about? I’d never kill anyone!” Cobalt’s fur stood on end, his face contorted into distress. 

How does he know all of this! Unless he’d been stalking me, but I made sure no one had followed me! 

“That’s what you want them to think,” Wave pointed a wing towards his other siblings. 

“Why would I murder my own friend? Seems kinda counterproductive, doesn’t it?”

“Because you don’t like the life you have here, so you’re going to frame me instead so you have enough time to escape—” 

“Get out!” Cobalt suddenly screeched. “All of you!” 

His siblings flew out quickly with huge, worry-filled eyes. Wave stayed a couple of seconds longer, giving the noivern a glare before following the others. 

Cobalt curled himself up, shutting his eyes. He’d never do something like that, right? It was just a lie. Or another story to impress his brothers and sisters. Surely it was the former. Gold seemed outright horrified, and Mercury’s ears were slammed down against his head to block out whatever was being said. 

I’m not a killer, am I? I hope not. Arceus, I’m not a murderer, am I? I’m not, I’m not, I’m not! 

“Cobalt? Is there something wrong?” Cobalt whipped his head around, ready to snap, but it was his father, Halite. 

Cobalt refused to say anything, sniffling softly. 

“You don’t want to talk about it?” 

“It’s just,” Cobalt tried to find the words, “I don’t like Wave. He… he just puts me off, tricking everyone into thinking I’m going to murder someone—” 

“H-Hold on,” Halite’s eyes widened. “Why’d he say that?” 

Cobalt let out a huge sigh, a lump forming in his throat. 

“Remember that eevee I met? Jackal? He’s a jolteon now, and we had been thinking… to move to Fromith but… I was too afraid to tell you and—” 

Cobalt stopped himself and looked over to Halite. His father looked down, not meeting his eyes. He was fidgeting his claws, something he did when he was nervous. 

I knew it. I knew he wouldn’t let me leave and—

“You know,” Halite reeled Cobalt out of his thoughts. “Everyone has to leave the nest eventually. I understand. But it was wrong of Wave to say that to you. I’ll make sure to talk to him about it, if I can.” 

Cobalt pulled Halite into a hug. Halite looked shocked at first, but eased into it. 

“I’ll miss you, dad. Tell mama I’ll miss her too. And Gold, Mercury, Neon and Silver and—” 

“All right! I’ll tell them! Don’t worry your tail off!” 

Cobalt let out a sad laugh, before letting go. 

Silver flew to a nearby tree to take a quick rest. It was close to his home, so Ditto went the rest of the way without him. 

He taps his talons boredly as he takes a breather. He’d started to spread his wings a little so he could fly back, but a small splash of something wet made him lose the rhythm. 

Silver looks up. More droplets plop onto his fur as dark storm clouds roll in. He sees a white flash, and then—

BOOM

The noibat nearly slipped off the branch when he heard the thunder. He’d seen a couple of storms before, but his mother and father always kept him and his siblings inside and blocked out the noises of thunder. But… these clouds were darker than any he’d ever seen before, and they were laced with… red? 

BOOM

Rain water was soaking Silver’s leathery wings now, he wouldn’t be able to fly home without extreme drag or plummeting from the sky altogether. He swallowed hard. 

No escape. 

He hung upside down on the bark, wrapping himself in his wings, praying to Arceus he wouldn’t get swept away. 

—

Jackal couldn’t see anything in the pouring rain. He squinted, trying to find some form of shelter—

“Oof!” Jackal grunted as he was tackled. He rolled onto his back to see Cobalt, with a depressed look on his face. 

The two were out of the storm now, in an abandoned cave, the muffled sounds of wind and thunder roaring outside. 

“C-Cobalt? Are you all right? You look… erm—” 

Cobalt waved a wing dismissively. “My father said I could leave.” 

“He did?” Jackal furrowed a brow. “Then, why are you so… down?” 

“B-Because! He just—He just let me go! Without even putting up a fight! He told me I could go, but it’s just! I—” 

“You don’t want to leave, do you?” 

Cobalt sniffled. “No, it’s—It’s not—” 

“It’s okay, y’know. I understand…” Jackal got up on his paws and shook water from his fur. The jolteon’s fur puffed out a little, static crackling within it.

“W-Wait!” Cobalt cries out, it’s sudden, and it shocks Jackal. 

“Hm?” 

“P-Please… don’t leave me…” 

Jackal let out a short laugh, “Oh, I’d never do something like that over a matter so trivial. If you need a little more time for yourself, I won’t mind.” 

“I-I dunno, I feel like a coward a-and—”

Cobalt began to sob, and all Jackal could do was press himself against the noivern and provide comfort. He doesn’t leave him alone, contrary to what Cobalt had thought. 

Jackal flicked one of his ears, as he thought he’d heard someone else, but, when he turned around, there was no one. The jolteon stands up on all fours, preparing to leave. With Cobalt. 

“C’mon, let’s go, don’t wanna find out that this is an ursaring den, right?” 

“N-No, I think I heard someone. Or, something at least.” Cobalt swerved his ears around. Okay, a noivern’s sense of hearing was almost impeccable. Someone was definitely there. 

Jackal felt his heart begin to race. “Y-You think this is an ursaring den?” 

“No, it’s been abandoned for months, I check every once-in-a-while.” 

The tension grew thick as they heard the scrambling of claws. 

And then a dark figure leaped at Jackal. 

—

Cobalt shakily stood over Jackal’s body, heavy rain flushing away the blood from his cuts. 

“I’ll get help! I swear, I won’t let you die!” 

“No… hopefully we’ll… see each other… soon…” Jackal rasps as his eyes faded into a bluish white. 

Cobalt shook Jackal, “No, no, nononono! I can’t lose you! I can’t—” 

“Don’t worry,” An oddly calm voice called, “I’m sure you’ll reunite soon.” Cobalt looked up with a flash of anger to see Wave, mocking him. 

“You… you killed him… I was never going to do it… you were going to frame me! WHY!” Cobalt’s screech echoed through the trees. He hoped someone could hear him. 

“Yes, you’re right, but your father’s not here to proclaim you a murderer.” 

“Why did you do it!” 

“Sometimes, when you see something someone else has, you feel a little… jealous…”

“You… wanted to replace me?” 

Wave doesn’t answer. Cobalt felt as if he were seeing red, and in a sudden action, he lunged himself toward the noibat. 

He skillfully maneuvered out of the way, despite the attack being quite sudden in Cobalt’s opinion. There was no way he would have dodged it!

Wave shot a dragon pulse in retaliation, and it hit Cobalt with a shock. He fell to the ground, and he looked around with rain-blurred vision to see what he could use to stop the crazy noibat. 

And then, Cobalt saw Silver. 

He called out to his sibling, pleading for the other noibat to move. But Silver was shaking. I can save her. I can save her, and take her home, at least. As he reared up to fly, something hit him in the head, too quickly for him to react, and Cobalt’s vision blotted out. 

He reopened them to see Wave’s claws at his neck. Something was holding Cobalt by his ears, and he flailed around. 

“Any last words, outlaw?” 

Outlaw? That term was only used in the Guild to describe an irredeemable crime. He felt tears prick at his eyes. He was going to die. No matter what he said, they were going to kill him. 

Cobalt looked back up at Wave, his eyes narrowed into slits. “I hope that, if you kill anyone else… that their spirits come back to reap your soul.”

Silver couldn’t move. Even though he’d heard multiple pokemon cry out for him, his eyes were shut and his ears were pinned back. It wasn’t until the rain had slowed a bit when he unwrapped himself. 

The scene he saw made him scramble up the tree branch. A jolteon in the grass looked mauled almost, fur ripped out from his body, ears mangled and torn. Then, he saw his own brother, bathed in his blood, neck slit from presumably a sharp set of claws. 

Lastly, he saw his own father, standing over the two, and in a chilling moment, he looked up slowly and locked eyes with Silver. 

Did he… did he kill them? Why? 

Silver felt his heart slam against his ribs. His father was going to kill him, too. He couldn’t fly back, or warn his siblings or anything! All he could do was cry into his own wings. When his father finally shot a blue pulse at him, he finally got the strength to fly again. 

He couldn’t fly back home, and he couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. So he just… flew. And he’d never flown so desperately in his entire life. He felt his wings cut through raindrops, and wondered for the first time how great it would be to evolve. He took a glance behind him and noticed his father barreling towards him, areas it took Silver seconds to tunnel through were crossed by his father in a single wingstroke. 

He could also see a figure of black behind him? But it was pretty dark, so it must’ve been the dark greenery of the forest. 

Silver’s father spewed out another attack, one that he thankfully managed to dodge. A sudden air slash pushed the noibat further. 

“What are you doing?!” Silver cried out. 

“Wave—He’s—” His father didn’t continue before charging another attack, and releasing it. 

Silver watched as it hit something right behind him. Whatever it was fell down into the forest, and then the attack hit him, too. His wing surged in a bright pain through his body, and he fell. 

Down, down, down… 

This was it. Silver was going to die. He shut his eyes and awaited his eventual demise.

#IT'S DONE #You guys do NOT know the procrastination #But anyway time to celebrate #Quiet Rain #Shadow Writes #Shadow arts #Noivern #Noibat #Shiny pokemon #Shiny noibat #Pokemon

[sanguinarysanguinity]

Expanding a thought from a conversation this morning:

In general, I think "Is X out-of-character?" is not a terribly useful question for a writer. It shuts down possibility, and interesting directions you could take a character.

A better question, I believe, is "What would it take for Character to do X?" What extremity would she find herself in, where X starts to look like a good idea? What loyalties or fears leave him with X as his only option? THAT'S where a potentially interesting story lies.

In practice, I find that you can often justify much more from a character than you initially dreamed you could: some of my best stories come from "What might drive Character to do [thing he would never do]?" As long as you make it clear to the reader what the hell pushed your character to this point, you've got the seed of a compelling story on your hands.

#writing #writing advice #my writing #I think 'ooc' is a bogeyman that casts too big a shadow for fanfic writers #stop thinking 'is this ooc?' #and start thinking 'have I given this character a good enough reason to do the thing?'

[emuanon34]

#James Somerton #HBomberGuy #Todd In The Shadows #ToddInTheShadows #Writeing #Writers #writeblr #Inspiration #Insparational #I cracked my skull when I was a toddler and I’m still gonna cite sources for my fic. #I was apparently trying to feed a tank of fishes on a shelf. :D #I don’t remember it but I’m also not embarrassed by it #I thought about watermarking this picture but I think it should belong to everyone dealing with imposter syndrome

[ghostbsuter]

There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)

#dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #cassandra cain is dannys mom #time travel shenanigans lead to conspiracy theories #half of the batclan think jason is the dad #or dick #damian and tim are outruled just bc age and tim denying it with no one protesting #alfred knows #danny moves like cass #he gave them both a cookie in the shadows #danny won him over by calling him great grand bat #he tells him of all the mischief they got up to bc no one would believe the baby had alfie wrapped around his finger like that #theyre just in denial #theyre all wrapped around the finger #danny “i mastered how to wrpaonize my cuteness” cain-wayne

[deliciousnecks]

The Immigrant Experience: Early 19th Century

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits spoilers #wwdits fx #wwditsedit #wwditsdaily #kayvan novak #you know what? #so valid bestie #also excuse me while i write Al-Quolanudar the correct way #1k

[superemeralds]

BLACK ARMS MARIA FIC HAS A NEW CHAPTER

it's getting freaky, the true body horror will kick in soon.

you have been warned

#im just soooo happy with exploring her #maria robotnik #shadow writes

[hyperfixated-homo]

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[bestjeanistmonster]

Dc au- felt like being goofy

…but since Shadow is raising these plants i think we can classify this as a case of passing on generational trauma.

#Sonic always gets woken up by him traumatising the next generation of tomatoes and he’s so sick of him dtyfytfy #the next morning Sonic tells him to write his thoughts down instead of trauma dumping on plants #(shadow’s offended cuz paper comes from TREES-) #sonic au #sonic fanart #sonic fandom #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog fanart #sth au #sonic the hedgehog au #sonic #art #drawing #sth #doodles #digital art #sonic the hedgehog fanart #sth art #digital aritst #sth fanart #sonadow harlivy au #sonic art #sonadow fanart #shadow sonic #sonadow #shadow the hedghog fanart #shadow the ultimate lifeform #shadow fanart #shadow the hedgehog #sonic x shadow

[quieroguero]

sweet dami.

Finally finished this mini talia comic, two weeks for four panels, seems like a fast workflow no? anyway it’s my birthday

#fanart #comicart #illustration #art #comic art #dc comics #dceu #procreate #sketch #damian al ghul #talia and damian #damian wayne #talia al ghul #league of assassins #league of shadows #robin #dc robin #ra’s al ghul #dc let me write her

[luxaofhesperides]

Danny accidentally appearing out of Duke's shadow. And doing it purposely every time after that. ; requested by @kyrianclawraith! (deviated from your original prompt a bit, sorry! the ghostlights brainworms got away from me)

Traveling through shadows has become second nature for Duke after using them so extensively over the years. He even uses them as a civilian, hopping between shadows when he’s running late to class so he doesn’t have to stress out over traffic. 

Not even Batman’s scoldings can stop him from making it on time to his classes. Risks need to be taken for the sake of his education!

The shadows are comforting. They hide him from sight, get him to where he needs to go, and gives him the alone time he needs when he’s been around people for too long and desperately needs some quiet to recharge. Duke would say that he’s well versed in the shadows at this point, no longer stumbling out into the light.

Even with all his practice and confidence, he still can’t prepare himself for tripping over someone in the shadows while he’s trying to escape some of The Riddler’s goons. 

They both go tumbling out of the shadows, landing in a corner hidden by storage shelves. The poor tripping hazard of a person is under him, groaning lightly as he reaches up to press a hand to the back of his head, where he hit the concrete floor. 

“Oh, shit,” Duke whispers, “I’m so sorry. What are you doing here? How are you here?”

“I was hiding,” the guy hisses back at him. “I wanted to get out of the rain and dozed off and when I woke up, guns were being shot! I was up in the rafters, so excuse me for thinking no one would find me up there!”

Another gunshot rings out, alarmingly close to where they are.

Duke curses under his breath, then picks up the guy and hauls him over his shoulder. “Time to go!” And then he’s disappearing into the shadows again, following the line of them outside the warehouse and down the street. 

As soon as they’re safely away from the goons, Duke steps out of the shadows and carefully sets the civilian back onto his feet.

“So sorry about that,” he says, “But I need to get back and deal with them. Stay safe!”

He’s gone before the civilian can say anything else, and though it’s embarrassing that he tripped over someone while shadow hopping, at least it ended relatively well. It’s not like it’ll happen again.

Duke, sweet, naive Duke, doesn’t think much of the civilian again. He’s a busy guy with a busy life! Lots of things to do! Lots of embarrassing moments to keep secret from the other Bats! No one has mentioned it at all, so he thinks he’s safe from being teased about it.

That is, up until he’s training with Dick and a hand pops up out of his shadow.

“Um,” Dick says, backflipping away from Duke’s punch. He lowers his escrima sticks and squints at the space behind Duke. “Are you… trying something new with your powers?”

“...No? I’m not using my powers right now.”

Dick looks more and more alarmed. He won’t look away from the space behind Duke, and it’s making him nervous. He doesn't want to look, but he knows he has to. 

Steeling himself, Duke takes a deep breath, then turns slightly to see what’s behind him.

Nothing. 

His gaze goes down, and he sees a pale hand sticking out of his shadow, moving back and forth. It then comes out some more, up to the elbow, and the hand pats the ground Duke’s shadow lays on, a stiff mat perfect for sparring.

Behind him, Dick turns on his escrima sticks, the electricity crackling through the air.

The hand disappears for a moment. 

Then two hands appear and grab the ground, hauling up a body from Duke’s shadow.

Duke is very well versed in shadows. He travels through them almost daily. He thinks he would know if there was some strange netherworld hidden in the shadows where other beings could pop out of shadows like portals. This is alarming, to say the least.

“Don’t move, Duke,” Dick warns, creeping closer, ready to attack.

A head pops out of his shadow. Whatever it is glows and their white hair moves softly as if underwater. They’re facing away from him, so he can’t see their face, but he can see the black, skin-tight suit their wearing as they float up from his shadow, no longer needing their hands to pull themself out. 

“Huh,” they say, looking up at the ceiling.

Dick grabs Duke’s arm and pulls him back, shielding him with his body. “Who are you?” he demands, voice cold. 

The creature/person startles and whips around to stare at them with wide green eyes. His gaze darts down to the electrified escrima sticks, then back up again, visibly nervous.

“Um, hi! Sorry, I didn’t know anyone would be here. Wherever this is.”

“How did you get here?”

“I was practicing a new portalling method. I found a ghost to teach me how to move through shadows, since my usual portals are very bright and noticeable. Not great when you’re trying to be stealthy! I did not mean to end up here.”

Duke stares at him. “You came out of my shadow.”

“Sorry,” the guy repeats. Then he squints at Duke. “Hey, didn’t you save me the other day? From the warehouse?”

It’s been a while since Duke’s saved anyone from a warehouse. Criminals and goons have moved on to condemned apartment complexes and the back rooms of bars. The only person he’s saved is the tripping hazard…

“Man, what is up with you and getting caught in my shadows?”

“This is your fault!” the guy insists. “I associate shadows too strongly with you! That’s why I’m here! Probably. I don’t actually know how this works.”

“You don’t know how it works but you did it anyways.”

“It sounds bad when you say it like that.” The guy floats down to the ground and offers Duke a hand. “I’m Phantom, by the way! Figured I should introduce myself because this will happen again.”

Duke considers introducing himself as the Signal, but Danny is looking directly at his bare face, so it’s lost cause. Talk about an unexpected security breach. “Duke. You looked a little different when we first met.”

“Yeah, that was my human form. This is my ghost form.” A watch on his wrist, some clunky looking thing that looks like it came from the early 2000s, beeps and Phantom frowns at it. “Shoot, I need to go. I’ll see you later!” And he dives right back into Duke’s shadow, disappearing.

Duke blinks at the empty space where Phantom used to be, still reeling from the shock of it. He’s so busy processing the last few minutes that he doesn’t hear the escrima sticks turn off until Dick is dropping a heavy arm around his shoulders, holding him in place. There’s a smile on his face, but it’s not happy; it’s a warning that he’s at his limit and is barely hanging on to niceties.

“So,” he says as Duke cringes, “Looks like we need to have a talk about the things you’ve been hiding from us, Duke.”

He can’t do anything but resign himself to his fate.

After that conversation, he’s instructed to let them know when Phantom pops up. Which is fine until he realizes that Phantom really did mean it when he said that it’ll happen again. 

Phantom pops up constantly. Most of the time, Duke is lucky enough to be at home, or in the Manor, or in the Batcave away from the public where no one will freak out about a glowing boy popping out of his shadow. Sometimes, he’s in the middle of the street as a civilian and has to sprint away, ducking into the first empty alley he can find in order to climb up onto the rooftop where no one will see him.

It’s stressful and confusing and he wishes he could be more upset about it, but Phantom is fun. He’s funny and charming and tells the craziest stories about ghost fights that Duke can’t help but hang onto every word.

He dutifully updates his Phantom Log, noting each time he’s portaled through Duke’s shadow, any information he’s revealed, and an injury count after Duke noticed a concerning pattern of Phantom often showing up after he’s been in a fight.

Duke begins to get a feel for when Phantom is about to show up. A shiver runs down his spine and his awareness of the shadows around him grows. Sometimes, he could swear he could feel something tear apart in his shadow. He feels it then, a tear that stitches itself up almost instantly, a ripple in the shadow, before that familiar hand pops up again and Duke grabs hold of it to haul Phantom out into his bedroom. 

He is, once again injured. There’s a large gash running down the length of his other arm, bleeding a toxic, glowing green. 

“Dude,” Duke says, unable to keep the judgment out of his voice.

“You should see the other guy,” Phantom snorts. “I slammed him through five streets, then ripped his limbs off.

“Dude…”

“Just to be clear, they weren’t his real limbs. He has a robot suit he uses like a body because he’s like a tiny little bean.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how to take that. Anyways, have you still not figured out how to open portals that aren’t connected to my shadow?”

Phantom shrugs. “Nope. And I’m not really trying to figure it out. I like hanging out with you. Plus, it’s nice to see a friendly face after a fight.”

“Can’t you like, go home and have your family take care of you first.”

“Uh, better not,” Phantom laughs nervously. “They’d probably kill me for real if they saw me like this.”

Duke quietly notes to himself to add that statement to the Alarming Things Phantom Says list. 

“Does it… bother you? Me always coming to you?” There’s a smallness to his voice, a fragility that makes Duke want to beat himself up for making Phantom feel like that.

“No! No, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t keeping you from anyone else.”

Phantom brightens. “Oh! Well, no need to worry about that. No one’s worried, back home. They know I disappear sometimes.”

…Another concerning thing. Duke is considering bribing Phantom into staying in Gotham forever, living in his shadow, just so he can take care of him. Just to be sure Phantom’s safe. “Is there anything I can do for you?” he asks, eyes flickering down to Phantom’s bleeding wound.

Phantom futilely tries to hide the wound with a hand. The green blood leaks out from between his fingers, and he applies more pressure to the wound with a faint wince. “Nope! All good here. I’ll heal in no time, honest.”

“Then, do you want to just hang out? I really don’t know why you’d chose to keep coming to me.”

“You’re good company, dude. Very chill. Very fun. And you’re a hero! That’s so cool. Why wouldn’t I keep coming back?”

Duke shrugs, not sure how to put his insecurities into words. He’s already starting to get the Bat-specific inability to communicate emotions, which is definitely a problem. He’ll need to spend time with other people to be normal again. 

As if sensing that Duke’s mood is falling, Phantom launches into another tale, complaining about people who bother him, teachers who are terrible at teaching, having snark-fights with the embodiment of Time itself, and so on. He always has the craziest stories, and he tells them so casually that Duke has to second guess himself, wondering if he’s overreacting when he’s shocked by what Phantom tells him. 

He starts telling his own stories as well, mostly fun civilian interactions he’s had since they last spoke, villain fights, the ever changing theories on the ‘Who is Batman Sleeping With Now?’ shared document all the other Bats have. By the time an hour passes, Phantom’s arm is fully healed and he’s flying in lazy circles above Duke.

His watch beeps again in the middle of him recounting the insane drama happening at his school. Phantom sighs and sinks back to the floor, hovering just above Duke’s shadow.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” he says, voice warm.

Duke shrugs. “You’re good company. I like when you visit.”

A slow, soft smile spreads across Phantom’s cheeks, making him glow even brighter. “Sweet talker,” he accuses fondly, then flies in for a quick, tight hug. He pulls back before Duke can reciprocate, and salutes him with a cheeky, “See you soon!” and is gone, flying into Duke’s shadow before he can respond.

Shaking his head fondly, Duke falls back against his bed.

Despite how unconventional their friendship is, he is glad Phantom keeps coming back. He hopes he’ll get to see Phantom’s human form again.

…And get more used to the horror movie scene that is Phantom clawing his way out of his shadow. No matter how many times he sees it, the sight still makes him jump.

Not that he’s ever going to admit that.

If Phantom thinks he’s cool, he’s going to do whatever he can to keep that impression from changing. It’s only reasonable, really.

(“Shut up, Dick,” he says later when he recounts this encounter with Phantom. Dick just keeps laughing, endlessly amused that Duke got ‘jumpscared into a crush’ as he phrased it. That’s definitely not what happened.

Next time, he’s definitely convincing Phantom to scare Dick with him. 

Revenge will be his.) . . .

[send me ghostlights prompts! one day left before they close on 11/17]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #dp x dc fanfic #prompt fill #my writing #100% after danny gets a hang of traveling thru shadow portals more hes going to help duke in fights #meaning duke is going to throw a ball of shadows like a pokeball and dannys going to pop out of it to deliver a spectacular flying tackle #theyre the dream team (trouble makers) :) #thanks for the prompt!!

[totallyboatless]

All of the actors for the Six of Crows storyline are remarkably well cast, but gonna focus on Kit Young for a second because that dude has something so fucking special. There's a subversive joy in his choices as Jesper that just kills me. Like at the end of season one with the line: "Tell me you have a plan. I don't care if it's a lie."

Reading that in your head without having seen his interpretation, the instinct is to go a little ragged, sardonic, exasperated - something to tell us that the character does actually care but just fucking can't deal with this shit right now. But Kit puts a pleading inflection on the line, his Jesper truly wants to be lied to, bringing it around to comedic desperation.

And it's not just with this line delivery, those facial expression reactions he does elevates every scene he's in. My favorite underrated moment is when he gives Wylan a confident wink and thumbs up when they're both getting the shit beat out of them. The juxtaposition of Jesper indicating "this is going exactly according to plan" when it's clearly not brings so much fun to the scene.

But the scene I keep coming back to over and over that I'm blown away by is under the carriage, when Jesper remembers Wylan. I could see so many actors taking those line directions and putting some angst behind them. We know Jesper was hurt when Wylan left in the morning, we know he blocked it out because his ego was bruised and he didn't want to face the pain of it. It would have made perfect sense for the line reading to have an edge to it, any indication of a grudge.

But Kit's face is lit up with nothing but fondness and joy as he remembers. And obviously actors aren't islands, the writers and directors have big influence - and they clearly are in line with a joy-filled Jesper, since the first thing they have Jesper say isn't "and you left me," it's "and you brought me stroopwaffles."

Jesper isn't a clown, but he's allowed to be one when he wants to be, and Kit leans into choosing joy with such effervescence. It only serves to make the dramatic scenes that much more heart wrenching. I hope we get a lot more Crows on screen, but whatever happens I'm excited to follow Kit's career, what a talented dude.

#actors that make my fingers itch to write #kit young #jesper fahey #six of crows #also his social handles are kittheyounger #what a fucking nerd #shadow and bone