#willys rebuilt

[willysrebuilt]

Ozzie Ostrich animatronic. A hole onstage opens occasionally to allow for a "Head in the sand" stunt.

#willys wonderland #willys rebuilt #animatronic #ozzie ostrich

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Hi, I really like the Wonka movie and love the idea of Willy being a regressor. Could you do a scenario where he's at his shop but suddenly gets trigger and regresses?

Bittersweet

thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took a while.

Trigger warning for panic attacks, mild injury description and detailed descriptions of a trauma trigger

This fic takes place where all of the The Scrub crew are all aware of Willys regression, post movie. Also in my own AU, Their found family decide to remain close to eachother and stay in town to help with the new shop / factory.

At last the rebuilt shop had been restored, it had taken time , much longer than it had previously. For a while Wonka could hardly bare to look at it, seeing everything he worked so hard for so destroyed. But with the help of his friends and new family, they managed to restore it to her former glory. It was even improved beyond its previous, with the chocolate cherry blossom bearing a prismatic array of leaves and petals. It was somehow even more perfect than before.

Everything was going perfect that day, sales were inclining everyday. Abacus becoming chief financial advisor of the store, with the Money he had earned he was able to move both his Wife and Granddaughter to come live with him here. They were all thriving brilliantly with this new future to come.

Noodle was attending a grammar school now, but every day she would come racing to the store to help out. She was busy stocking the shelves of chocolate boxes, when she saw Willy strolling down the lane, cane swinging. Sometimes he just had to take it all in around him again, grinning at this dream he’d made come true.

“We’ve only got a few of the deluxe boxes on display Willy, they were pretty popular and they probably won’t last too long.”

Willy hopped over to take a look, the truffles in question had been increasingly popular. But it shouldn’t be a problem, he had a machine upstairs that was busy pumping out more. They had been closed for some refurbishment for a little while, but at last reopening to the public, and he couldn’t be more excited. Willy made sure to make some a quick patrol around the shop, checking in with each of his friends who were working in their own stations.

“Willy get a look at this! It’s done”

Piper called over in a sing song voice, she was busy tinkering away at a panel by the moat that surrounded the chocolate tree. Before there was just the small boat that mechanically spun around in a circuit, but this time Piper and Willy had put their heads together to something much more magic. With her mastery in plumbing, she turned a wheel until a pipe burst open into the moat. Wonkas finest melted chocolate streaming out, this time the boat needing no mechanism to cycle around. It was a perfect chocolate river spiralling around the tree, Willy whooping in excitement.

“It’s perfect!”

With clasped hands and a grin, before Piper put her arm around the chocolatier with a firm pat on the back. It was great timing too, the clock rang for 9:00am. Abacus checking his own pocket watch to be sure before calling out.

“Alright, any minute now we’re going to be open to the public again. And if my findings are correct I think it will be even busier than last time! Oh and noodle, Uniform?.”

He looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, noticeably lacking the blush pink outfit. Noodle just chuckling before holding up her bag, a flash of pink fabric poking out like a flag. It had been Willy who designed such garments, everyone at first was a little unsure with how… flamboyant they were. But they quickly warmed up to them, even Abacus.

Willy just couldn’t wait for the customers to arrive, sitting himself by the glass to peer through into the gallery gourmet. In the distance seeing a cloud or people making their way up. With a smile he stood up, adjusting his new scarf over his coat, before opening the front doors.

“Welcome one and all again to the renewed Wonkas chocolate!”

-

The new grand opening was going splendidly, the chocolate river canal proving to be quite the money maker too. Only a sovereign a ride, and it created quite a line for it that wound around the shop. Which meant those waiting in line had a perfect view of everything they had on sale.

Willy had the opportunity to unveil one of his newest creations too, the everlasting gobstopper. A hard candy In which never gets smaller, no matter how much and how long you sucked on it. (Lofty had been testing one for nearly a month now)

The prismatic coloured candy was stacked into a pyramid in its new display, Noodle working the station. They were making the most money they had ever had, but that didn’t matter much to Willy. What mattered to him was being able to share his joy and magic with those willing to indulge. And this time he didn’t have the chocolate cartel to worry about, his shop was bound to become the star of the Gallery Gourmet.

“Oi Mr Wonka!”

Willy was alerted by a boy tugging on his tail coat, turning to see a familiar face. It was the young shoe shine lad he had been stopped by multiple times on his first day here.

“Where are them swirly chocolate things? Me Mam loves them.”

Willy chuckled, surprised that the boy wasn’t trying to proposition him with a shoe shine or a brush of his coat. He already had chocolate smeared across his mouth, clearly been at the free samples.

“The chocolate truffles I think you’re referring to, are just over by the display over there young man. But try and save some for your Mother though”

Willy pointed his cane in the direction of the now dwindling boxes of truffles. The boy giving him a doff of his cap before turning on heel, Willy returning it with his own top hat. He decided to go check in with Abacus, he was just finishing up with a customer. The cashier ringing joyfully as he dropped coins inside, Abacus just couldn’t believe how much they were making.

“I’d say we’ve already made double of what he did last time Willy, especially with the new gobstoppers.”

Willy grinned, everything just felt so perfect. With the extra money, he planned to raise his friend’s wages. And although she wasn’t aware, Willy had begun to collect a fund. One for Noodle, he had already promised her a lifetime of chocolate. But with the girls smarts and potential, he wanted her to have most in life. The money was for her future, if she wanted to pursue any kind of career. She had done so much for her, he wanted to do the very same for her own future.

Before he could respond, a scream cut through their conversation. The sudden noise startling Willy, almost feeling his stomach drop into his shoes. Over on the other side of the store, a crowd had grown around a young boy. A boy who was red in the face, spluttering and choking. The exact boy that Willy had spoken to just moments ago.

Abacus immediately dropped what he was doing, racing over and pushing through the crowd. Willy knew he should follow, make sure the boy was alright. It was his store, the owner.

But he didn’t, he stood there completely catatonic.

No, no. Not again, it can't happen again.

In preparation for the new opening, Willy had obsessively checked and taste tested each product. So much so that he’d gone to bed with an exceptionally sore stomach. Everything was safe, he was sure everything was safe. Abacus, Lottie and Noodle were all kneeling by the young man, Before Abacus called out.

“Call for an ambulance-“

The shop itself was spinning, and it wasn’t just the chocolate canal ride. Willy was sure that the ground itself was falling away beneath him. An ambulance? Before it had just been multicoloured hair growth or green skin pigmentation, nothing life threatening. Nothing ever in need of any medical attention.

What had he done? It’s not as if the chocolate cartel could be involved like last time. It was his fault, it had to be his fault. He felt sick, face turned white as a sheet. He lost track of how long he’d been staring, but Noodle had noticed him through the crowd and immediately ran to her elder brother figure once the boy was being taken away.

“Willy? Willy!”

She tried to get his attention, but the chocolatiers eyes were fixed ahead. His lips were trembling with his head shaking, it was scaring her. She tried her best to reassure him, knowing what he’d be thinking.

“It’s okay, Willy you didn’t-“

He broke eye contact with the scene, looking down at her with his head shaking even more violently. His eyes flooded with tears as he began to step backwards, almost like a frightened animal.

“No, nono. Not again it can’t happen- won’t happen again”

He started mumbling out almost psychotically, flinching away from noodle when she tried to touch him. Both arms up with his hands and fingers flicking in panic. It was all his fault, that young boy might even die because he had done something wrong. He had no one to blame this time, what would mamma think?

He couldn’t hear anything around him anymore, it was just static. Everything was spinning and blurring, stumbling and tripping over things as he continued to backtrack. He needed to get away, he was a coward. A coward in which had probably killed or seriously injured a child with his stupid dreams.

Noodle tried again desperately to get his attention, waving a hand in his face. It was terrifying, he didn’t look like himself. He just continued to mutter and whimper to himself, his head shaking so hard that it may pop off his shoulders. She tried to hold onto his hand again but he recoiled away in disgust like she was diseased. No matter what she was saying, it wasn’t getting through.

“Willy! You’re scaring me, let me explain-“

But he wasn’t listening, holding his hands close up to his chest protectively. His cane clattering loudly to the ground, now without his mobility aid as he kept stepping back.

He needed to get away, now. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards, feeling for the door into the backroom of the store. But he felt into midair instead, losing his balance and crashing into one of the shelves instead.

He yelped out in surprise, the back of his head hitting wood as a one of the glass jars wobbled from its shelving before crashing down over him. The further stimulation only worsening Willys condition. Noodle screamed and attempted to grab onto him before he fell, but couldn’t in time. Shards of glass and candy fell about him like snowflakes, But Wonka hardly noticed, far too panicked and overstimulated to care about any pain.

The commotion attracted even more attention in the shop, customers looking over to see the owner sitting in a pile of glass shards. As quickly as it happened, Willy somehow managed to get back to his feet, splintering his hands and arms with the glass in panic. In a rush he managed to pull open the back door and escape from everything. Behind him he could hear people calling his name, but unable to differentiate whether it was his friends or angry rioting customers. Noodle just stood there, not sure if she should follow. Deciding instead to enlist some support before attempting to talk with him like this.

Willy’s legs felt like jelly, so he didn’t make it very far. Falling into a heap on the floor, before gasping desperately for air. He couldn’t breathe properly, tears pouring down his face before he burst into sobs. Every single terrible outcome and scenario was racing around Wonkas brain. Did he not check the ingredients correctly? What if the boy wasn’t the only one in distress? They would for sure close down the store, maybe even arrest him. It was all his fault, it was happening all over again and there was nothing he could do about it.

-

Once the child was loaded into the ambulance, the employees of Wonkas Chocolate thought it best to close up shop for today. Abacus had spoken with the ambulance attendant, who had assured him that the boy was going to be alright. It was a huge relief to everybody, and although fellow customers seemed a little unsettled by the event, it was no where near like the angry mob from before. The only irritation coming from the announcement of their early closure. Both Abacus and Piper were guiding shoppers out the front door when Noodle approached both of them, looking extremely distressed.

“It’s Willy, he’s- he’s not okay”

-

Wonka was still so deep into a panic attack, so that when the door opened and his friends entered, he hardly noticed.

Noodle gasped at the sight of him, his cut up hands from the glass had begun to bleed horribly over his hands and arms, ruining his velvet jacket. The chocolatier was curled up into a ball, hyperventilating between cries.

Noodle couldn’t help but hold onto Pipers hand, she wasn’t good with blood. Benz squeezed her hand back reassuringly, they all too often forgot she was still a child herself. So Abacus approached first, kneeling in front of the panicked boy.

“Willy, it’s alright. It’s not what you think. The boy is going to be okay.”

But It didn’t seem like Abacus’ words were getting through, He had to physically take ahold of Willys hands before he would any pay attention, his bloodshot eyes snapping up. It hurt his heart to see him like this.

“He— is. Okay?”

Willy managed to choke out between gasps, Noodle pulled away from piper to sit on the floor too, a hand comfortingly on his knee as she looked with concern. Willy Wonka was the strongest person she’d ever met, seeing him like this, it was scary.

“Yeah Willy, he just had a peanut allergy-“

Willy blinked hard, shaking his head again.

“Bb-ut I mmade a sign- i forgot to put them up?”

He began to spiral yet again, he did remember creating such labels, as it was Noodles idea. He thought it terrible luck for those who had such afflictions. But he wanted to include everyone to enjoy his creations as much as he could. With plenty of his other treats being free from such ingredients. They were even placed on the other side of the store especially to reduce any cross contamination. Had he forgotten to properly label something?

“Seems the young chap just wasn’t paying too much attention, just grabbing at any free sample he could find. It’s not your fault.”

Abacus gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb, before sucking through his teeth at the state of them. Willy was struggling to process this new information, his body and brain had already accepted the fact that this was all his fault.

“You need to breath Willy, in and out”

Noodle demonstrated, breathing in and blowing gently out onto his hot teary face. Willy looked up, still taking in short shallow breaths. He attempted to follow her guide, but halfway fell back into the hyperventilation.

“It’s okay buddy, try again”

Piper had come to kneel down too, smiling sadly at the sorry sight of him. It was strange seeing such a positive character so distraught. It ended up taking quite few minutes for the breathing exercises to help, with Willy leaning against Abacus as he did his best to follow his friends instructions.

At last the hyperventilation had slowed but Willy was still shaking. Biting down hard on his lower lip, tears continuing to cascade down his cheeks silently. Clicking his tongue sympathetically, Abacus pat his shaking knee. It was clearly going to take a little while for Willy to accept that this wasn’t his fault.

“You’ve had a bit of a fright, haven’t you?”

He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by his overreaction. But even with the reassurance that the boy would be alright, the anxiety was still lingering like little bugs racing up and down his skin. He was also beginning to feel that fuzzy sensation in his head again. It was like the scare had flipped a switch in his head, so he just nodded mournfully.

“Oh you poor lad”

Abacus tutted sympathetically, turning his attention to the injuries too. Gently lifting his arms to peer at them, surface wounds thankfully yet still very painful looking.

At least those could be easily fixed. Then turned to Piper with a knowing look, both of them having the same suspicion of his seemingly regressive headspace.

“We best get him upstairs to the flat, would you mind Benz?”

The woman nodded, before patting Noodle on the shoulder. Who was still staring at Willy with concern and anxiety.

“Hey noodle, how about you go help Larry and Lottie wrap up the store? We’ll take care of Willy”

Noodle wasn’t sure at first, looking back at her friend who was still in quite an upset state. but she was a little grateful for the opportunity. Seeing Willy so traumatised and bloody wasn’t an easy thing for a 13 year old to look at, especially when it was somebody she loved so much. So she quickly lunged forward to hug him tight, bearing in mind to be gentle around his arms. Even in the hug she could feel him shaking still, Willy only managing to weakly return it. When she stood up to leave she hesitated for a moment, watching as Abacus helped him onto his jittering legs.

“We’ll get him all sorted dear, you go help with the store..”

Abacus reassured her, Nodding after one more hesitant glance. She trusted them to look after Willy, they all cared for him so.

“Now then, let’s get you upstairs.”

Piper held the chocolatier up, watching how his legs were knocked kneed like a newborn fawn. Holding an arm over him to help him move on forward.

“Mmsorry”

Willy mumbled. Although he could sense the obvious regression taking its hold, he felt like such a silly burden. But when he they came up to his spiral staircase to his flat, he couldn’t help but moan. His stupid legs felt completely useless, almost like they were made from gummy candy.

“It’s okay buddy, but I don’t think these stairs are gonna be the smartest plan for you right now”

Before he could respond, he yelped as he was lifted up, then being settled on the plumbers hip. Seeing her grin mischievously as she held him steady. Willys face burning in surprise, but the action just made him feel even more fuzzy.

“How can someone who eats mainly chocolate be so little? He’s like a bird?”

Piper hushed over Willy to Abacus, who just chuckled at the comment.

“Little I think is definitely the correct adjective for right now, the poor boy's had such a fright"

There was a part of Willy that wanted to object to the accusation that he was feeling little, but even he knew they were likely right. He needed it terribly. And now that the adrenaline of everything was fading, he could truly feel the pain in his arms. Eyes widening in fear when taking actual sight of them, he didn’t like blood.

So he just squeezed his eyes shut right, pushing his head into pipers shoulder. The woman in question looking over at Abacus at the action, lips pursed at just how adorable this was. If it weren’t for such a bad situation, she would be skipping in joy. Why Willy had decided to implement such a fancy staircase (when he often needed his cane) was beyond them. Sometimes the chocolatier forgot about practicality, always wanting the extravaganza.

-

At last they made it upstairs to a landing, Abacus opening the mahogany door into Wonkas flat. The inside was extremely cosy, its interior inspired from his old canal boat home from when he was a child. A sloped curved ceiling with lots of warm colours and carved wooden decor. It was pretty simple and homey, the kitchenette and lounge taking up the room. A very large window looked down below to the gallery gourmet, with a small workshop set up against it, an ornate machine churning out singular chocolates. Then finally Willy’s bed up a few steps to an upper level of the room itself.

There was were two other doors on either side of the reasonably size room, one normal one leading to a bathroom. The other door abnormally small? Only around a metre in height. But that didn’t matter just now, the pair walking further inside before Piper settled Willy down on the couch.

“There we go, home and safe now.”

She comforted, hating how fragile and anxious he seemed. The presence of his home brought some comfort though, Willy reaching out to stroke the ribbed corduroy fabric of his lounge. Not before Abacus quickly lifted his hands away in alarm.

“Ah-ah! I’m sorry Willy but I will not have you smearing blood into that furniture”

He chastised only gently, the pale pink fabric being very easy to stain, and even harder to wash out.

“Wasn’t gonna..”

Willy mumbled, but his eyes did widen when he peered at his injured hands again. They were starting to really sting now, and he could catch the shiny glint of glass that was still imbedded.

“I should hope not, that chaise lounge just so happens to be one of my favourite pieces of decor in this accommodation”

A sharp pertinent voice cut through, not before Piper let out a yelp in surprise. Standing between them was a very small orange man, who just rolled his eyes at the reaction.

“Oh please Ms Benz, you have squealed many times at my presence. I’m tired of being revered like a mouse around a circus elephant”

The Oompa Loompa was holding an empty teacup in hand, he was only departing from his own room to tidy it away. Not expecting the flat to suddenly be busy with uninvited guests.

“Well if I’m the ‘circus elephant’ in that analogy, I’d be careful I don’t send you through that window with the kick of my boot.”

Piper threatened, stamping her foot in his direction. She wasn’t so keen on Lofty, his uptight attitude drove her up the wall. And she still hadn’t got used to his small presence, maybe it was because when he was a child she used to have nightmares and a very irrational fear of gnomes of all things.

Abacus himself also was a little surprised by the little orange man’s entrance, but was able to behave more tactfully than Piper. He’d only spoken with Lofty very little, the Oompa Loompa preferring much more to stay to himself with his job in the tasting department.

“Now would somebody care to explain what has happened here?”

Lofty came to the front to peer at Willy, grimacing at the sight of his injury. But he was even more curious about the strange manner that Wonka seemed to be in. Willy had tucked his knees to his chest as he anxiously flicked his fingers, he certainly wasn’t his usual overly positive and often irritating self.

“We had a bit of a situation in the shop, poor lad went into anaphylaxis. He’s going to be alright, but Willy here got quite the fright”

Lofty raised his eyebrows, it still didn’t quite explain the bloody arms though. But the possibility of that lounge being stained was his main concern.

“I’ll go fetch my first aid kit before he gets blood on anything else in here that I have the slightest attachment to.”

Lofty said with mild disgust before turning on heel to his room. Willy himself still looked pretty miserable, but more exhausted than anything. Piper just wanted to scoop the boy up into her lap and squeeze him tight, although she wasn’t sure if it would be appreciated right now. The group was then startled for a moment from a noise clearly coming from downstairs, a creaking metal noise.

“BENZ! WE TRIED TO TURN THE CHOCOLATE VALVE OFF BUT ITS NOW STUCK AT MAX PRESSURE”

A whiny yell came out clearly from a distressed Larry chucklesworth who had turned the chocolate river valve in the wrong direction, doubling its pressure as it pumped out melted chocolate.

“For Petes sake! I’m coming you idiot!.”

Piper sighed out in exasperation, pinching her brow. She had specifically told everybody not to touch it, she was still sorting out all the kinks. She did catch a small giggle coming from Willy though, happy to see at least it had made him smile.

“I better go sort out that mess downstairs, you be good for Abacus and that sunburnt gnome”

She leant down and gave him a peck on the cheek, wishing she could spend some more time with the little chocolatier. Turning Willys face bright pink, unable to hide a smile at the affection. As Piper turned to leave, she had to quickly jump at the arrival of Lofty yet again. Whom arms were filled with a leather first aid kit, rolling his eyes at the woman who quite nearly flattened him beneath her boots.

“If you could please move to the floor, I’m not risking anything with that lounge.”

Lofty demanded, Looking up at the two remaining men as best he could from behind the first aid case. Willy obeyed and slid down to the floor, sitting crosslegged. His head was feeling very fuzzy now, and he looked up at abacus with whine, wanting him to sit too.

“I think I’ll just sit here if you don’t mind Lad, I don’t think I could get back up from the floor if I sat down”

Abacus chuckled, perching instead on the couch. But still kept a comforting hand on his shoulder, gently massaging back and forth to soothe him. Lofty had been watching the interaction with a raised brow, something was certainly going on. So as he began to unpack some supplies, he bluntly questioned.

“Alright, if I could be informed of what’s going on right here, it would be very much appreciated. I’m quite positive this reaction is far beyond than a child choking on a peanut, especially with those injuries of which still nobody has explained how they came to be.”

He curtly asked, whilst pulling out some bandages, gentian violet and some tweezers for those glass shards. Abacus awkwardly cleared his throat, looking over at Willy whose face had darkened. Although the Oompa Loompa had been residing with him for a while now, his regression was something that he hadn’t yet disclosed with him. Although all his friends had been amazingly supportive and loving, it was still a very peculiar topic to try and explain. Lofty was already quite judgemental most of the time, what if he found this weird and gross?

Willy brought his knees up to his chest anxiously, staying silent in a panic. He didn’t want Lofty to hate him. But he felt a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, Abacus smiling kindly.

“Would you like me to explain?”

He suggested, especially since it seemed the boy wasn’t feeling so verbal right now. Willy looked up and thought about it for a moment, before giving him a nod. He didn’t know how to put his words right for this. All the while Lofty has continued to observe the interaction, shoe tapping on the floor impatiently.

“Alright, i believe you should know regardless as you share a residency with Willy. Sometimes when he gets overwhelmed, Mr Wonka finds it a little hard to stay grown.”

Abacus carefully explained to the little orange man across from him, who frowned in confusion.

“Grown? I can’t see any sign of him shrinking in size, he looked to be the same height as before since I last checked.”

The Oompa Loompa positioned both hands into a viewfinder over the chocolatier, nope, still the same size. Abacus couldn’t help but laugh at the misunderstanding, wishing this could be easier to explain.

“No not in physical size, more like he feels a little younger. Where he needs a little extra care and support, like a child.”

At this point Willy wanted to sink through the floor, not daring to check the Oompa Loompas facial expression. Instead picking at the fabric of his slacks, the small bigger part of him wanted to end this conversation and say that Abacus was just talking utter nonsense, but he didn’t have the energy to do so. He was tired, all he wanted was for his arms to stop hurting and for someone to hold him for a while.

“So what you’re saying that Mr Wonka here regresses to infancy when unsettled?”

Lofty questioned the man, it was difficult to discern his tone. After all, most of the time when he spoke it sounded as if you had offended him in some way. But when he looked at the mannerisms and body language of Willy, he certainly seemed very different than usual.

“Well, when you put it bluntly. Yes you’re correct, but I hope that you won’t be too judgemental. This is something Mr Wonka cannot help, and we shouldn’t be cruel about it.”

Abacus’s voice began to become colder as he finished his sentence, it wasn’t something Willy was used to ever hearing, looking up in slight alarm. Abacus was staring down at the Oompa Loompa almost threateningly, daring him to respond. In response, Lofty snorted after a pause.

“Hm, very peculiar I must say, but I suppose he already acts rather immaturely most of the time regardless.”

Was all he said before completely moving on, returning to prepare the first aid equipment. Acting as if Abacus had just requested he pass the sugar over to him. Both Willy and Abacus were surprised by well, the lack of reaction.

“Now then, please take off that coat show me your arms. I need to know what I’m working with here”

Willy paused for a moment, still expecting some kind of response, insult or anything. But let Abacus carefully ease him out of the blood soaked jacket before displaying his arms outwards, with the Oompa Loompas only sign of disgust so far being directed at the injuries.

“Goodness you’ve made quite the mess of yourself haven’t you?”

Abacus nodded in agreement, before wincing when seeing the state of them properly in the light.

“Indeed, he took a bit of a tumble into one of the displays. One of our crystal chocolate jars paying the price.”

Lofty just sighed, typical Wonka behaviour. He’d never met a person so terminally clumsy sometimes and foolish.

“Of course he did, now I’m going to need you to stay very still. I’m going to remove these glass shards before they get infected.”

He held up the tweezers, Willy shrinking away in alarm at the metal instrument. He didn’t want it to hurt. But Abacus rubbed his back supportively, assuring him it would be fine. As promised, Lofty was impeccably careful as he removed each tiny shard from his arms and hands, his very small hands working in his favour for the task. Back in Loompa land he had a friend whom was the islands herbalist, so he only had some experience when it came to medicine.

He placed each glinting piece into a dish by the table, and once satisfied there was none remaining he reached for the little purple bottle.

“This is an antiseptic I assume?”

Lofty questioned the mathematician, handing the violet bottle up to him. The man pulled a face when reading the label, knowing from experience that this stung viciously.

“Alright, this may sting a little”

-

It did in fact sting quite a lot, as soon as Lofty applied the purple tonic. Willy yelping and flinching away. The pain had just begun to settle when they’d reached upstairs, but now it felt as if someone had set a match upon his skin. And with how sensitive he was already feeling, fresh tears began to spill over and he did his best to squirm away.

“Now i understand it hurts, but it will feel a lot worse later if you don’t allow me to finish Mr Wonka”

In the end Abacus ended up having to retreat from the couch, Willy positioning himself into his lap for security from the horrible anti-septic. He was perhaps feeling the smallest he ever had, and even with Lofty there he didn’t have the willpower to mask it. Eventually with enough comforting words and support from Abacus, Lofty had successfully painted either arm and hand with the bright purple medicine.

“See, we’re done now. There was no need for that silly nonsense”

Lofty chastised as he screwed the cap on the glass bottle again, but he still didn’t seem very fussed about the dramatic change in headspace. More irritated by what he deemed was a bit of an overreaction. Next reaching for the roll of bandages, but this time Willy was much more reproachful about offering his arms back over to the Oompa Loompa, scowling at him best he could.

“I don’t appreciate that expression directed at me, I was just going to wrap your arms up. Unless of course you would prefer Mr Crunch to do so?”

He spoke with crossed arms, but found the grumpy expression slightly entertaining. Especially with his forlorn tearstained face which worked against his attempt to be threatening.

“I could if you’d prefer, but that would mean i would need to tip you from my lap to do so.”

Abacus explaining his options, thanking heaven above regardless that the man was very light and he was only losing partial blood flow to his legs.

“But you are certainly not welcome in my own, I’ve been in danger of being crushed once too many times today.”

Willy thought about it for moment, finding the embrace around him far too comfortable to give up quite just yet. So reluctantly pointed at lofty rather rudely.

“He do it”

“Can Lofty do it please would be much politer thank you very much”

He corrected with a firm expression, but began to unroll the bandages regardless. Carefully he applied the bandage around each skinny arm, all the while Willy just back leant into Abacus throughout the process. He was so tired, all he wanted was to sleep. By the time Lofty was finished, the boy was practically half asleep.

“That’s you done now, very brave”

Willy dozily inspected his new bound arms, before letting out a big yawn. Even lofty finding it a little endearing, revealing out a small smile before quickly replacing it with his usual frown.

“I think we best get you tucked up for a little rest, shall we?”

Willy nodded, and reluctantly allowed Abacus to tip him off his lap so he could stand again. The poor gentleman groaned in pain as he stood up, he was certainly far too old for this.

“Mm-head hurts”

Wonka mumbled out, his skull feeling as if it had been stuffed with cotton wool. Infact most of his body was starting to feel very sore and weak.

“Well no wonder it hurts with all that silly crying, but I give you permission to return to that lounge. Now that it’s no longer in danger of being stained by bodily fluids.”

Lofty said distastefully, motioning for Willy to get up and move. Kindly Abacus helping him up to his feet again, which was desperately needed as he had forgotten his cane downstairs in the store.

He practically collapsed back down onto the couch, sighing in relief to finally be lying down. His entire body felt as if it had been put through the laundry ringer at scrubbits. A few moments later he felt Abacus tuck a thick blanket around his frame, the one that had been stretched across his bed.

In his dozing state, he instinctively reached out for something. Face screwing up a little when realising it obviously wasn’t going to be there.

“What on earth are you looking for?”

Lofty questioned, clearly seeing the man feeling around in complete thin air.

“Chester”

Willy mumbled out , he was so tired but he still needed his companion, especially right now. Lofty’s slow blink was practically audible, shaking his head before turning to the mathematician who had busied himself with folding up the velvet jacket. Planning on taking it back personally to soak it out, even though he’d left the laundry business, it still stuck with him.

“Would you mind translating what on earth he is requesting?”

Abacus just smiled, remembering that name very clearly. So he just pointed up at the bed, knowing it would he the most likely location.

“Check underneath the pillow of Mr Wonkas bed.”

With a raised eyebrow and a lot of confusion, the Oompa Loompa reluctantly followed the direction. Only feeling more lost when lifting the pillow and finding the contents beneath.

“Is this some kind of rag?”

He held up a small knitted bird with an extended arm, its head lolling to the side rather unsettlingly. Willy spotted the item immediately though, lifting his own head up from the couch with a whine.

“Chester..”

Loftys confused frown remained, able to put together the clues that this amalgamation of wool must be “Chester” Mr Wonka did seem very concerned about it though, so he quickly handed it over to him. The little bird being clung close to his chest, with its misshapen beak poking out under his chin. It was all so ludicrous, it was just a silly inanimate object.

But he saw how the boy began to settle again at its presence. Eyes closing at last as his breathing became slower and deeper. For the first time since he’d seen the man that afternoon, he looked genuinely at peace. From behind him he heard the accountant approaching, who was holding two cups of tea, one being marginally smaller.

“Think we could both do with one”

Lofty accepted the offer, the pair sitting in the kitchenette. Both of them looking over at the now fast asleep chocolatier on the lounge. A comfortable silence between the two as they just took the time to wind down, the scene would probably look extremely strange to an any outsider if they happened to wander inside. Abacus smiled fondly as he noticed the knitted toucans wing being gently chewed on as Wonka slept.

“Thank you, for being understanding about this. This is a part of him that not many know or care to understand, but I believe it’s something very special to be trusted with”

He said to the Oompa Loompa, who had also been observing the chocolatiers behaviour. It was rather fascinating.

“But, I won’t hold it against you if this is a little too strange for you. This manner of coping is certainly unconventional”

He continued, wanting to assure him. He remembered that Noodle had been a little apprehensive about it all when he first explained the regression to her. And Willy had been extremely firm in the fact that he never wanted to be a burden to anybody or make them feel uncomfortable. Lofty stayed silent for a few moments, draining the cup of tea before answering.

“You are speaking with somebody who comes from a tropical island populated only by 2ft tall orange men. I think you would find good reason to label me as a hypocrite if i were to judge Mr Wonka negatively for this.”

He paused in his statement, looking over again at the boy with the smallest of a smile

“Is it a little peculiar? Definitely, but I suppose we all must learn to be open minded when it comes to things we don’t quite understand yet.

And on one hand, I may find it a little endearing too, at least he’s less irritating than usual, aside from all the tears.”

And with that, he turned again to the man across the table. Nonchalant as always.

“Anyways, how about you go hunting for some of those truffles. I’m sure Wonka always hides them out of my reach”

#wonka agere #agere wonka #little! wonka #agere fic #shhsticker req #shhticker fics #fandom agere #fandom agere fic #agere fanfic #age regression fanfic #age regression #age regressor #age dreaming #agere blog #agere community #sfw agere #safe agere #agere little #sfw interaction only #sfw littlespace

[strawbubbysugar]

Okay crazy theory: Since you said that the mimic will appear in bethroned (I think?? I couldn't find the ask since Tumblrs search system is horrible) and "Something happened" that "broke" us and we bleed black ooze (like oil)... what if Y/N died and peepaw Willy rebuilt them as the Mimic to Mimic the prince/princess? I'm starting to sound like Matpat...

Excellent theory!!

#ask #bethroned #bethroned spoilers #however there’s one problem #you’ve already met the mimic

[storyweaver777]

I swear to god, I will never not be angry that they killed Penny a second time. Not just because I love her, but from a writing standpoint as well.

It's set up soon after she returns that "Hey, her dad is running low on Aura, so if she dies, she can't be rebuilt again like last time."

she's given a virus that is trying to force her to open the vault and then self destruct.

ok, so, that's bad, if we let ger do that, she's dead. So, here's the plan, we make her a real girl, bam, there it is! We've successfully saved Penny! Now she's alive and not dying! woo!

now let's have Jaune stab her next episode.

.... WHAT?!

THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT!?

Literally all of the setup that went into it, proving time and time again, "You are more then a machine, Penny" introducing a threat that could permanently kill her if we don't do anything about it, hey, look, a solution! and then you killed her anyways?! Look, if you wanted Winter to have the Maiden powers, CRWBY, you could have just not given them to Penny, alright, there was no damn reason to kill her unceremoniously like that after we JUST saved her!

Killing a character is not something you can just willy nilly do when writing, because killing a character is also killing any and all stories that could have been told through that character. That's WHY the fake out death exists, to have your cake and eat it too, but nope, let's just say "fuck that"

and you just know whoever decided on killing Penny afterwards was deviously sitting at their desk rubbing their hands all like "Oh yes, this will make them upset, the fact I gave them hope, then dashed it all away!" yeah, it is upsetting, but not just because it's sad, because it's STUPID!

#rwby #penny polendina #rwby penny #seriously what the hell #rwby v8 #rwby volume 8 #greenlight volume 10

[blackypanther9]

Part 6 – Lizzy is back !

AN: This is the second to last Chapter, I hope so at least... This one is kinda long. *Cough, cough* I just finished it and kick it out, so if there are typos, I'm sorry I didn't check it over.

WARNING!: Semi public Sex, sex while having a phone call, pet names, degradation, cursing, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, slight physical neglect in sexual act, marking, blood, praise kink, Master/pet kink, Willy has a Daddy kink, breeding kink AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

After a few months of work, Henry and William tested out the very first Illusion Disk and it worked flawlessly. Henry rebuilt the prototype and then installed it into Circus Baby. Elizabeth turned it on and as she opened her eyes again, she was back to her small, child self.

“I-I’m back !”, she yelled happily.

“Yes, you are. I need to find out a way, so the Illusion Disk isn’t going to run out of battery, so you still have to wait a bit, but a few more days won’t kill anyone.”, Henry told her with a small smile.

“Okay !”, she said happily.

Henry touched Elizabeth’s hair and smiled in relief. Her hair felt real. Like it was actually her. Then he went to her arms and looked if they also worked properly.

“The Disk works perfectly. Go play with Charlie, Lizzy. And tell me when the Disk died.”

“Okay !”

With that Elizabeth rushed off, yelling for Charlie to play with her.

‘First step, done.’

Henry went to the phone and dialed William’s number.

-In the Afton Household-

The phone rang and M/n growled as it did so.

“Be quiet, Bunny~”, M/n purred.

William whimpered, but went quiet. M/n picked up and then thrusted his cock harshly back inside William’s cunt, which was sopping wet. It wasn’t the first time M/n made love to William’s cunt, but to William it felt like a dream none the less.

M/n picked up the phone.

“M/n L/n, how can I help you ?”, he asked.

“Hey M/n ! Just the person I wanted to talk to.”, Henry said happily.

“Hello to you too. What is it ?”

“The Disk works ! I just need to find a solution for the battery.”

“That is great news !”

M/n slammed his cock in and out of William, who had big trouble to stay silent. Exactly what M/n wanted. He wanted William to give himself away. He knew that his Bunny got even more aroused of the thought of being caught.

“I know right ?! It shouldn’t take too much time anymore !”, Henry said in excitement.

M/n angled his hips and changed his cock’s position, then slammed back in and hit William’s G – spot harshly.

“AH~!”, William moaned out loudly.

“Sounds great, Henry !”, M/n said brightly.

William blushed a deep shade of red, while M/n gave a satisfied smirk.

-With Henry-

Henry was blushing deeply. Damn...he caught them in a bad time...

-With M/n and William-

“Oh Bunny, now you ruined our secret~”, M/n pouted playfully.

“S-screw y-you ! AH~!”, William got out.

“Did I disturb you two ?”, Henry asked with slight embarrassment.

“No, no, you didn’t. I am still playing with my Bunny, so you aren’t disturbing me.”, M/n replied kindly.

Before William could say anything, M/n slammed his cock against his G – spot again.

“AH~! HA~!”

“Now do you have anything else you wanna tell me, Henry ?”

“Uhm...I am looking how long the battery goes on the Disk right now and then I will go from there. I will call again later, to inform you further.”

“Okay, Hen. Bye, bye~”

“Bye.”

And Henry hung up. M/n chuckled, while William was beet red and moaning as M/n slammed into him without breaks.

“At this rate, you will carry soon again, Love~ I thought you wanted to wait for a few years~”

“F-fuck you ! AH~! UGH~!”

“Is my cock really that addicting, that you want a third pregnancy so quickly~?”, M/n purred.

“NA~! AH~! Shut up ! UGH~!”

William got a lot of images in his head, that he shouldn’t have. His pregnant belly, a third Baby. Why was he in such a Baby fever right now ?! Why did he want more ?! He just gave birth !

“You gonna cum, Pet~?”

“HAH~! YES~! MMNN~!”

“Alright, Bunny~”

M/n gave one last thrust and William came screaming all over his cock. M/n released his load inside William, moaning softly.

“You did take that pill I gave you a few hours ago, right, Honey ?”, M/n asked.

“Y-yes...what does that do ?”, William asked confused.

“It prevents you getting pregnant again. After all, you don’t want a third Baby yet.”, M/n explained.

“A-and you ?”

“Honey, we live only once and I LOVE kids, but I am not forcing you to have more children, just because I want more. I don’t CARE if Mike, Evan and Lizzy were mine. I love children in general. If I could, I would have every child that exists and raise them with you. We are getting old fast and with a certain age we can’t have kids anymore, but that doesn’t mean that you have to be a Baby Machine. I am happy with what I have, but I am always happy to produce more.”

William felt relieved that M/n made it very clear that he will NEVER force William to have another child, if he doesn’t want to, but he was also surprised to hear that M/n loved children in general. So that’s why he didn’t want William to abort, as he was afraid he will die.

“So you love children and you love me, that’s why you went such lengths to keep both, me and the kids.”, he concluded.

“Of course. I have an undying Love for you, Honey. Children mean to me, that they are the result of the love, two people share and the more kids the more it shows how much they love one another. It is weird, I admit it, but that is me. And I am always weird.”

William gave M/n a smile. Yeah, M/n was VERY weird. But he loved his Lover weird.

“So...our little wedding...when do you think we should have it ? We planned everything out, I have the perfect people to prepare everything. All we need is a date and I can arrange everything.”, M/n explained.

Since William told him that at the birth of Alex and Penelope, he called M/n his Husband in his mind, M/n set heaven and hell into motion to get them married. M/n proposed 2 months after the birth of the two Babies, even made the Bedroom nice for it, decorated everything, while Mike and Evan helped their Father taking a bath.

Evan just sat on the lid of the toilet and chatted with William, while Michael washed his Father’s parts, where William couldn’t reach, because of the size of his belly and the pains he had from time to time. M/n dressed up the whole Bedroom into a romantic atmosphere and as William came back inside, with Evan and Michael by his side, M/n was on one knee and popped the question, which William instantly accepted. It was a beautiful moment... And his Sons supported him.

“Oh...uhm...maybe on...March ? Next year ?”

“So March 1984 ?”

“Yes ?”

“Hmmm...okay. Any day in mind, Love ?”

“Maybe the 5th of March ? That was when we became a couple, remember ?”

“Good idea, Honey !”, M/n said with a bright smile.

William smiled brightly at M/n. He planned everything with him, never without him. He was so much better than his wife was. She chose everything and all in all the wedding was a fucking nightmare. M/n chose everything with William and this time...it felt right.

“I will do some calls then. Go to bed, Love, and rest. I will join you soon.”

“Okay, honey.”

With that William carefully pulled his boxers back on and went to their shared Bedroom.

-Time skip-

A few days went by and Henry finally made a battery that never discharges. FINALLY !

He called M/n and told him the news, in which he rushed over and looked at his work. There she was, Elizabeth. No sign of CB left. But they all three knew that they had to tell William at the very beginning what happened to her and where she was.

“Will will so kill us...”, Henry said slightly scared.

“He won’t, but he will yell.”, M/n assured.

“When will we tell him ?”

“Tomorrow, I suppose. The sooner the better.”

“Where will we bring them to reunite ?”, Henry asked.

M/n hesitated.

“We bring her home. Will would want that. No beating around the bush, Hen. Willy needs his daughter.”

“Okay then. I hope you know what you are doing...”

“I do, but will he understand everything when we explain ? That is another thing.”

Henry sighed.

“This is not gonna be easy, is it ?”

“Not in the slightest.”, M/n chuckled out dryly.

“Damn...”

-Time skip-

M/n arrived at home and heard small whimpers coming from his and William’s bedroom as he came close to their door. As he opened it he smirked. William was riding a dildo, while he had a plug in his ass. He seemed frustrated.

“Can’t cum without me, Bunny~?”, M/n asked.

William yelped and stopped everything, ripping his eyes wide open and staring at M/n, like a deer caught in headlights. Then he blushed furiously and sighed.

“It seems not...”, he answered sheepishly.

“Why would you use such awful toys, when you can just ask for the real deal, Pet ?”, M/n asked.

William whined and looked away in shame.

“I’m so needy all the time... I wanted to give you a break...”, William replied softly.

M/n tutted and undressed himself, in front of William’s hungry, needy eyes.

“Get that filthy dildo out of your sopping cunt. That is my place to claim and mine only.”, M/n commanded darkly.

William whimpered submissively and did as M/n told him to. He groaned as he pulled it out and M/n scoffed.

“That small thing, you chose to ride ? I am disappointed, Bunny. Get the stupid plug out too.”

William did as told. Both items were pretty small. Was this man trying to torture himself on small things ? M/n locked the good stuff away from William, but did he really get that desperate, to buy himself such small toys ? M/n tsked.

He grabbed his belt and approached William, pushed him harsh enough to make him fall on his back and then he bound his wrists together and onto the bedpost. William whined at that, but was quickly shut up, by a slap on one of his thighs.

“Did you take your pill, Bunny ?”, M/n asked.

“Yes, I did.”, William lied.

William didn’t take his pill. He wanted another Baby and he knew he could have asked, but he was too afraid to. He thought that M/n would tell him no, until the Babies were a bit older, so he decided to lie instead. He wanted his Master to give him another Baby. The last time he was pregnant it was such a beautiful and magical time, he couldn’t resist.

“Good, because I will not use any condoms, nor mercy tonight~”, M/n purred out.

William whimpered softly and felt himself gush more.

“I’ll fill both of your holes up, beyond imagination and plug them up nicely all day long. I will fuck every hole you have and mark every part of your body, so you will remember who you belong to that you don’t need silly sex toys to please you.”, M/n said darkly.

All William could do was blush and whine. With that M/n got off of William and left his side, making his Bunny confused. M/n got out a key and unlocked his drawer, pulling out the best toys they had. He took out a blind fold and wrapped it around William’s head, tying it behind his head. With that he was blinded, which made him have higher senses.

“Open your mouth, Pet~”

William did as told and opened his mouth wide. M/n gave his hard cock a few strokes and then slid it into his mouth, William instantly started to suck and lick at his Lover’s cock. He let a few small moans slip here and there too.

“Such a pathetic slut, fucking yourself on pathetic useless toys~ I’ll teach you to never use these disgusting things again~”

William relaxed completely, feeling that M/n will go rough soon. And he was proven correct. M/n’s hands both gripped his head and he forced his cock down his Bunny’s throat. It made William gag slightly in surprise, but M/n made his head stay there, forcing him to keep his cock in his little throat. He trashed a bit around, trying to make M/n let go of his head, so he can bob it.

“Be a good bitch and cock warm me~”, M/n ordered.

William stopped his slight trashing and just took it. Tears escaping his eyes at the sudden stretch, it stung, but he loved it. They both had a safe code, William just had to knock three times against the wall and M/n would stop, he didn’t do it though, so M/n knew he was okay. His Pet’s tears soaked the blindfold, but that just made M/n coo.

“Aww, is my little Pet Bunny in slight discomfort~? Aww~ Did his Master stretch his little tight throat to quickly~?”, M/n teased with a purr.

William wanted to whine so badly, his legs quaked and he rubbed his thighs together for a bit of relief on his clit.

“Believe me, slutty Bunny, I will split you open like this in every hole you have tonight~”

His clit throbbed, his entrance twitched and his butthole twitched too. Good he was so turned on, he wanted it all. He could feel M/n’s cock twitch, ready to cum deep into his throat.

“Your tight little throat closes around me so nicely and squeezes so perfectly, Bunny~ I’ll cum down your throat~ Swallow every last drop of your milk, yes~? Don’t disappoint your Master~”

William couldn’t reply, but M/n knew that his Bunny would never refuse him. Not long later M/n did cum with a soft groan. William could feel his Lover’s cum running down his throat, painting it white, claiming it as his. And fuck, William loved M/n claiming him as his own personal sex toy.

“Such a good slutty Bunny~ Good Pet, Willy~”, M/n praised.

Then he pulled out of his tight throat and panted. His cock was still rock hard, but he still needed a second to calm down enough for the second round. As he was calm enough he stroked William’s hair.

“Bob your head, Bunny. Make Master cum yeah~? Make me feel really good~”

More he didn’t need and he started to bob his head, taking M/n all the way down his throat and then back in his mouth, licking the head from time to time and then bobbing his head again. It didn’t take long for M/n to shower William in praises again and at the same time to degrade him, but he didn’t give his Bunny any sort of relief.

“Such a good Slut~ Good Bunny~ That’s a good whore~”

William felt like he would cream himself by just the filthy words and praise at that point, but he knew he couldn’t. He could never cum, without M/n’s vocal permission. And M/n knew that.

William continued to suck M/n off, until he could feel his Lover’s cock twitch. M/n grabbed his head and made him take him all the way down his throat again, then released with a deep groan. It made William proud, but also really horny.

M/n and William stayed like that for a while, then he pulled out of his mouth entirely.

“Such a good little Slut~”, M/n praised the panting Bunny underneath him.

He gave William a deep kiss and then he left his side again and, minutes later, was between William’s feet. M/n kissed his lower legs and gave some harsh bites here and there too, making William whimper and moan in desperation and need. M/n could see his Bunny’s cunt sopping and crying from that angle and he found it absolutely delicious.

He was so wet, so needy and M/n didn’t even touch him there yet.

“Such a needy little Bitch, aren’t you, Bunny~?”, M/n said with a chuckle.

“Mmmm~! Master, please~!”, William begged.

“Please what, Bunny~?”

“P-please fuck me~!”

M/n chuckled and shook his head.

“No Bunny. We will make slow and sensual, passionate Love tonight and I am going to take my sweet time to mark and claim every inch of you. So you have to suffer with that little sopping pussy of yours.”

William whined at that loudly and bucked his hips, but he couldn’t get any friction.

M/n continued to create love bites and marks on William's lower legs, scratching his nails over them, making red angry lines appear, biting him, leaving pricked and slightly bleeding bruises on his lower legs and sucking purple and blue marks into them. William was sobbing as M/n finally was done with his lower legs, his cunt leaking so much arousal that the mattress was already having a small dark pool formed.

M/n moved to his Bunny’s thighs and did the same things there, not leaving any room unmarked. When he was done with his legs and thighs, he looked like a painting, covered in red nail lines, some small lines of blood and purple and blue sucked in bruises, like teeth marks.

“God, Bunny, you are such a Master piece~ Only my little slutty Rabbit~”, M/n purred.

William whined and bucked his hips, sobbing in pleasure and slight discomfort. His cunt HURT from all the neglect. M/n decided to have mercy on William and leaned down, opening his mouth, then he latched it onto his cunt, tongue parting his lips and going right for the swollen nub.

“NAH~!”, William cried out, hips bucking up.

M/n put his hands on his Bunny’s hips and pressed them down, holding them there forcefully. Then he continued to ravish his Pet’s clit. He licked it, wrapped his lips around it and suckled it, making William moan and whine uncontrollably under him.

“AH~! HAH~! M-Master~!”, William whined.

M/n stopped.

“What is it Bunny~?”

“M-may I come~?”, he asked.

“Cum all you want, Bunny.”, M/n said and went back to ravishing his Pet’s clit.

William didn’t need more, he moaned louder and at one last flick of M/n’s tongue, he came screaming, toes curled in pleasure. M/n opened his whole mouth and engulfed William’s whole cunt in it as his love juices came flowing out. William could feel how his Master slurped it all up eagerly.

It made him whine and moan again, he wanted more, so much more. As M/n finished cleaning William’s messy cunt, he pulled away, making his Bunny whine again.

“You smell breed able, you know that, Bunny~? I hope for your own sake, that you took that pill. Otherwise, I will not support abortion.”

“I-I took it, Master~ I took it, I promise~”, William moaned out.

“Good~”

M/n then kissed William’s sides and stomach, even his hips. He shakily moaned at all the attention, M/n gave his body. Then he let out a high pitched moan, as M/n bit down on William’s left side, making him bleed slightly and have another new mark there.

“D-Daddy~!”, William moaned out in need.

“Let Daddy do, what he has to do, Bunny~”, M/n purred.

William whined, but didn’t say anything anymore, besides let moans and whines slip past his lips. M/n took his sweet time, marking William’s stomach, sides, hips and chest up in love bites and scratches. God, William loved this treatment, but he really needed more attention on his pussy. It was soaking again and ruined the bed sheets again and M/n still wasn’t finished. He still needed the shoulders and arms marked up nicely.

“Daddy~! P-please fill your slutty Bunny with your cock~ P-please~”, William begged.

“Almost done, Bunny~ Daddy, only needs a few more spots marked~ Be good for Daddy and stay patient~”, M/n soothed and bit his Pet’s left shoulder, making William scream in pleasure and need.

He nibbled and sucked on his right shoulder another mark, bit both sides of his neck, making big, obvious bruises there and then he took William’s arms and marked every inch in bites and sucked in bruises. His Bunny was panting, whining and sobbing when M/n was done with his whole front.

“Spread your legs, Bunny~”

“Y-yes, Daddy~”

William spread his legs and M/n was instantly adjusting William’s position, lined his cock up and without warning, slammed all the way inside, kissing William’s cervix.

“AAAAAHHHHHH~! DADDYYYYYY~!”, William screamed in pleasure and slight relief.

“You like how Master split you open in one go~?”

“MMMNNN~! YES~!”

M/n pulled his cock out and slammed it back inside harshly, making William moan loudly again.

“That’s good, Bunny. I will fill your slutty pussy with my cum, cream inside your womb and make you have more Babies~ When I’m done with your womb, you will have a round little belly~”

“FUCK~! YES~! MAKE ME PREGNANT, MASTER~! OH PLEASE~! FILL ME UP~!”, William begged.

M/n started to ram his cock in and out, angling his cock, so it will abuse his slutty Bunny’s G – Spot with brutal, precise and powerful thrusts. William was a begging, moaning mess as M/n continued to abuse his G – spot.

“MASTER~! AH~! HAH~! I’M SO CLOSE~!”

“Then cum for me, my little Cum dump~ Cream yourself all over my cock, make that cervix of yours open nicely for my cock to greet your empty womb~”

All that dirty breeding talk got to William and he came screaming, all over M/n’s cock, who angled his cock anew and slammed through his Pet’s open cervix, into his womb and then groaned, releasing deep inside of it his love juices. He softly bumped William’s womb’s walls as he shot rope after rope inside him, riding out his orgasm.

His Bunny was panting and whimpering as M/n was balls deep inside him and practically filling his needy womb with what it needed.

“Fuck~ Your cervix is so tight, it won’t let me go~ You think we can both cum, while I’m stuck in your little baby creation area~?”, M/n asked.

“Yes~! Oh, please do it~”, William moaned out.

M/n started his pace, pulling a bit and then pushing back in, slamming William’s womb’s walls harshly, it made William groan loudly in pleasure. M/n set a fast and harsh, almost punishing, pace as he fucked into William’s womb. It made William see starts, just as he did when his G – spot was getting abused.

“C-CLOSE~!”, William moaned after a while.

“Me too, Bunny~ Cum for me~”

William had a hard orgasm and screamed in ecstasy. His cervix opened a bit further, making M/n slip in a bit more, before it tightened again and all of William’s love juices came flowing out. M/n in the meantime creamed into William’s womb again.

“Gonna fill my slutty Bunny up, nicely~”, he groaned as he filled William with another load.

 William came again as he felt M/n shoot his hot love juices into him. Fuck if his Lover continues this, he will get his wish to come true and get another child. He couldn’t wait !

This whole filling continued for almost two whole hours, then the both of them were sure that William couldn’t take anymore, so M/n pulled out and grabbed a big plug, he lined it up with his Bunny’s still soaking and happily twitching cunt, then shoved it inside, making his Pet whimper loudly. Now his seed was secured and stayed were it belonged. Until tomorrow that was...

He looked at his Pet’s belly. It was showing and nicely round. He pumped so much of his love inside him and he was proud of it. His Bunny’s cunt and womb ? Secured as his, marked as his, claimed as his and his cum won’t leave until tomorrow in the shower. He was more than happy with that.

M/n grabbed William’s hips and made him turn around, knees bent, so he will be on them instead of his stomach, the left side of his face was in the pillows. William moaned and whimpered at the movement, still very sensitive from getting his womb railed for so long.

M/n looked at his Bunny’s twitching manhole and was eager to split him on his cock. His cock was wet enough from William’s love covering it, so he lined it up and then pushed it inside, a bit slower than he did on his Bunny’s cunt, but it had the desired effect.

His Bunny was keening and moaning loudly, whimpering when it got deeper, pressing against his full womb.

“I told you, I will claim all three holes of yours~”, M/n purred out.

William was in awe at how much stamina his Lover had. He started to moan and whimper as M/n started to move in and out at a normal pace. After his Bunny got used to it, M/n set a faster pace and aimed at his Pet’s prostate. After he slammed into it, William screamed in pleasure and M/n continued to slam into him.

“CUMMING~! C-CUMING~!”, William screamed and felt himself gush, but it didn’t drip out.

The plug was too big, it blocked everything, which made William whine. M/n suddenly shoved himself deeper inside and groaned loudly with a slight growl as he shot his love deep inside his Pet’s ass.

“MINE. Only mine~ You hear me, Pet~? Mine~”, M/n growled out possessively.

“YOURS~! YOURS~! ONLY YOURS~!”, William babbled, drunk on pleasure.

M/n started to smack William’s ass, which made the male moan high pitched, in pleasure. M/n leaned over his Lover’s back and started to mark whatever he could of his back, leaving the back of his neck alone for now. He scratched down his Lover’s back, with his nails, making red angry lines appear on it. His Bunny enjoyed every little second of this.

Then M/n started to move again, another round of passionate love making and it made William lose all his focus. All he could think of, was the need to be bred, the need to be filled and the need to cum himself. Nothing else mattered.

M/n slapped William’s bum from time to time, while he dove in and out of his Lover’s hole, with his cock. It stung and William loved it, it made him feel a thrill, he didn’t know existed. M/n and Will were reaching their climax pretty fast and M/n bit into the back of William’s neck, making his Pet freeze up and he shoved his cock all the way inside again, filling him with his love juices, while William came himself, voice lost, mouth open in a loud fucked out moan.

“T-tired...”, William rasped out softly.

M/n couldn’t agree more with his Bunny. He was tired too. He pulled out and let William fall onto his left side, careful with his filled tummy. He plugged his hole up, which made William whimper and feel fuller than he was, then he cleaned himself and his Pet up, put a towel over the wet spot William’s cunt made, laid down, pulled his Bunny into his arms and then pulled the blanket over them.

They went to sleep fairly quickly. And the both of them had no idea, that William had a fertilized egg cell yet again. They would find that out in a few weeks from now.

-The next day-

William was still in bed, as M/n woke up. He smiled at his Love and stroked his hair, which made him stir and wake up too.

“Morning, Bunny.”, M/n said softly.

“Good morning, Love.”

“Me and Henry have a surprise for you today. But you have to let us explain a few things.”, M/n told him softly.

“A surprise ? What do you have to explain by a surprise ?”, William asked confused.

“You will see, Bunny. Let us just say, Hen and me went through hell, to get this for you.”

He hummed and then moaned.

“What is it, Baby ?”, M/n asked.

“The plug in my cunt...hit a good spot and my body aches everywhere...We should get up and shower then, if Henry will come over soon...”, William said softly and got up.

He looked at his full tummy and smiled, putting a hand on it, almost lovingly. M/n got up to and wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his tummy gently, kissing the back of his shoulder.

“You look good in my marks, honey.”, M/n mumbled.

William looked at his arms and chest, scoffing. He looked worse than when someone beat him up.

“I look horrible.”

“You don’t. Those are my marks and I am proud of every single one of them, that I gave you.”, M/n said.

William looked at him and then smiled gently. Then they went to the bathroom and into the shower. William moaned as he bent over and let M/n pull out both plugs. But William needed help to get all the cum out and flowing.

“Hold still, Baby.”, M/n said gently.

“Okay...”

M/n wettened his fingers on his right hand and then stuffed them inside William’s cunt first, as deep as he could. It made William moan softly and clench down on his fingers. M/n curled them up and as he felt some of his sticky liquid, he fingered around there more and then pulled a bit of it out, with that a flow started and all the cum dripped out of William, making his Bunny moan and pant in arousal.

The next was William’s ass and there M/n did just the same, until a small flow started. William was panting and excited again, but M/n insisted on waiting for everything to flow out of his body, then he wanted to wash him and himself.

His Pet had to agree with distaste. They quickly washed each other and then M/n took William against the shower walls again, ramming his cock in and a out of his sopping wet cunt, making his Bunny scream in pleasure and ecstasy, until he creamed all over his Master’s cock again and M/n coated William’s walls white. They washed him down there again and then got out of the shower.

As soon as they were dressed and ready for the day, the doorbell rang.

“That must be Henry.”, M/n stated.

They went down the stairs and saw that Mike already let Henry inside and...no way...William couldn’t believe his eyes.

“E-Elizabeth ?”, William asked softly, tears near.

At the mention of her name, she looked around and her face split into a huge smile as she spotted William. She ran over to him.

“Daddy ! I'm back ! I’m home ! Daddy !”, she yelled happily.

William fell onto his knees and opened his arms, the little girl running right into them and hugging him tightly. William hugged her back just as tight.

“My Babygirl. My sweet little girl. Where have you been ? What happened ? Are you alright ?”, he asked, voice breaking and tears falling.

“I am now, because I am back home.”, she replied with a big smile.

He looked at Henry.

“How did you find her ? Where was she all this time, Hen ?”, William asked.

Henry shook his head.

“I didn’t find her Will. M/n did.”, Henry answered.

William looked at M/n, who decided to stand next to Henry. He looked at Michael.

“Mike, go get Evan. Living room. We will tell William what happened and where Lizzy was. He will need all the support he can get.”, M/n stated softly.

“What about Penelope and Alex ?”, Mike asked.

“Get them too, if you want to.”

Elizabeth parted from her Daddy and looked at her Papa.

“Who are Penelope and Alex ?”, she asked.

“Your new siblings. I bet you saw how different your Daddy looks. Let us just say he gave birth to two more siblings. You missed a few things after you went missing, Lizzy.”, M/n answered.

She made an o shaped mouth and her eyes lit up with understanding.

“So, I’m a big Sister now ?”, she asked.

“You are, Lizzy.”

“Cool ! Can I meet them ?”

“After we explained everything to Daddy, yes.”

“Okay !”

With that she gave her Daddy another squeeze and rushed into the Living room. William got up and stared at the two men.

“What is going on here ? Why are you making this such a big deal ? Just tell me who took her and got jailed.”, William said irritated.

M/n and Henry looked at him with guilt written faces.

“Willy, Baby Bunny, this is so much more complicated and complex, than you think. Believe me...it will all make sense when we explained everything to you, but right now, trust us, it is not going to be easy to understand, Love.”, M/n said gently.

“What do you mean ?”, William asked worried.

Henry looked at William and hugged him tightly, then led him to the Living room.

“We will explain everything, old friend. Just...try to relax and prepare to get your mind blown.”, Henry said softly.

Then they sat William down on the couch, while the others stood, besides M/n, he sat in the armchair across the couch. He looked at them all in confusion and worry. What is so complicated about Elizabeth’s return ?

“So you understand the whole thing first...Evan, can you PLEASE tell your Dad what you saw on the day, Lizzy went missing ?”, M/n asked the boy softly.

Evan held his plush Fredbear tightly to his chest and looked at his Dad, uncomfortable, while Lizzy looked at the floor in shame. William didn’t understand anything. Evan saw something and didn’t speak up ?

“A-at Circus B-baby’s...L-Lizzy went n-near B-Baby, D-Dad.”, Evan stuttered out.

William’s eyes widened and he stared at his daughter, who looked even more ashamed.

“You didn’t listen to me ?”, he asked her in shock.

“I’m sorry Daddy, she was just so pretty and shiny ! You said you made her just for me, but you never let me go to her, while the other children were allowed to play with her.”, she said in sadness.

“That is not all of it, Will. Evan, continue please, take your time explaining, no one is angry.”, M/n said with a soft voice.

Evan had tears in his eyes and looked at his Dad.

“I-It ate L-Lizzy. Th-The C-Clown a-ate L-Lizzy, Dad !”, Evan got out sobbing.

M/n opened his arms and Evan ran into them. M/n pulled the boy in his lap and gently ran his fingers through his hair, while he cried.

“It’s okay. Shhh...”, he tried to soothe Evan.

M/n looked at William, who was in utter shock and disbelief.

“Baby ate Lizzy ? But how is she still here then ? How did she survive that ? Baby is a machine, not an empty costume, the gears would have killed her.”, William said out loud.

“Not like that Will. Baby offered her Ice Cream and Lizzy went to grab it, Baby malfunctioned and tore her inside her stomach hatch.”, M/n explained.

William stared at his daughter in horror.

“WHAT ?!”

He stared at M/n.

“Why didn’t Evan say anything ?!”

“He was scared to say anything. Mike was there too, but forgot his medication, he thought he just hallucinated, while Evan saw it happen. He was afraid no one would believe him, so he stayed quiet. He told me a few months ago, after you gave birth. After you finally fully recovered, I went to Circus Baby’s again and went to CB. I opened the hatch and found Lizzy. But...”, M/n hesitated.

William grew impatient.

“But WHAT ?!”, he pressed.

“Will, just know that it was for me and Henry also hard to believe that it was possible...”, M/n said softly.

“What are you on about ?!”

Henry sighed.

“Do you remember the day were M/n didn’t say where he went and you got worried ?”

William nodded.

“That was the day he went to Circus Baby’s and he came back with...something. He sought me out for help. And at the same day, I presented to you the Illusion Disks, you remember ?”, Henry asked.

William nodded, confused what all this had to do with Lizzy. M/n took a deep breath. William looked at him and just then he realized that all of his kids had a saddened mood. It scared him.

“William, when I found Lizzy inside CB...she was a rotting dead body.”, M/n revealed.

His world stopped turning and he stared at Lizzy...or at least what he thought until now, was Lizzy. He let tears run down his face as he glared at M/n and Henry.

“So you thought it a good idea to replace my daughter with a robotic version ?!”, he accursedly yelled.

“No, that is not what we did.”, M/n and Henry said at the same time.

M/n took the lead again.

“I was mourning her and already thinking of how to break the news to you, as Circus Baby moved. I didn’t turn her on or anything and I remember that her eyes used to be blue, right Will ? They were blue. NOT green, like Lizzy’s.”

William looked at M/n in confusion and slight anger.

“They were blue, yes. Wait...they were green then and there ?”, he asked after he processed the whole info.

M/n nodded.

“Yes, they turned green. But that wasn’t the weirdest part, Circus Baby talked and moved more like a human. Not robotic anymore, nor did it talk with pauses, like the coding made them out to be. And she begged me to bring her home to her Daddy. She recognized me, Will. She knew her name, Elizabeth Afton, her Family Michael, Evan and you. She was scared and confused and all she wanted was to get back home. She knew a lot about you and as I brought her to Henry, he was just as convinced that this was Lizzy, POSSESSING Baby.”

William stared at M/n in shock. M/n looked away and at Lizzy, who gave him a wobbly smile.

“I decided to take the risk and believe it was really Lizzy, for you, Will. With the time, she proved more and more, that Elizabeth was in fact, possessing your Animatronic, but we didn’t want to frighten you, so I asked for Henry’s help, to cover the Machine up and give Lizzy her body back. That’s where the Illusion Disks came in, that you helped to perfect. One is installed into Circus Baby and that is why Lizzy looks normal. She can turn it on and off by will. Until we find out how to free her soul from the machine and get her to stay around still, she will have to wear it.”, M/n explained.

William covered his mouth in horror and looked at his daughter, tears were leaving his eyes. He did kill his own daughter by his own creation, without meaning to, nor knowing about it. Now she is stuck in a Circus Clown.

“P-prove it.”, William demanded and looked at his daughter.

He hoped they were pulling a cruel joke on him, that Lizzy wasn’t dead and that she couldn’t transform into a giant piece of scrap metal, but he was proven wrong.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and in a flash, she was gone and Circus Baby stood there instead, with her vibrant green eyes, the same ones, Elizabeth had. He let out a choked sob, covering his mouth again with his hands, tears running down his face in horror, disbelief, denial and grief. Elizabeth transformed back and went over to her Father. She got on the couch and onto his lap, hugging him tightly, while he broke down in tears.

“It’s okay Daddy. I didn’t listen and she malfunctioned. It was a stupid accident and I’m not mad. I’m still here after all.”, she tried to cheer him up.

William hugged his daughter tightly and let out loud and ugly sobs, that shook his whole body.

“My Baby, I’m so sorry ! I should have had my eyes on you better ! Now look at you ! I’m so sorry ! I let you down !”, He cried out.

Elizabeth got tears of her own into her eyes and sobbed.

“No, Daddy. You didn’t let me down. I let YOU down. I didn’t listen. You knew that she was not done yet and I refused to listen. I’m so sorry, Daddy.”, she sobbed out softly, hugging him tighter.

Michael stepped near his Father and knelt down, so he can make direct eye contact with his Dad. William looked at him, with teary eyes.

“I’m sorry too, Father. I was supposed to watch her that day and I didn’t do a good job. I fucked up and now...Lizzy is...she’s possessing a machine...”, Michael sobbed out.

William was shocked into silence, only hiccups leaving him. He remembered that day so well... The day, he as a Father...FAILED to be a Father.

-Flashback-

“Father I’m sorry ! I didn’t mean to-!”, Mike got interrupted.

“You can’t do anything right ! I told you to watch your Siblings ! I asked you for one thing ! Only one, Michael ! And even that simple task you fuck up !”

“Dad I’m sorry !”

SLAP !

Michael stared to his right, a red angry handprint already forming. They were dead silent, William death glared his Son.

“I hope you are happy with yourself, Michael. I ask one little thing of you and you have nothing better to do, than to hang out with your friends ! You can do that almost every other day, but noooo, you had to do this today, when I needed you !”

Michael was still silent, just listening to his Father, still just sobbing and hiccupping. William turned away from him in anger, offering no apology for his outburst, nor comfort.

“I wish you were never born.”, William said and then left, never seeing his Son break down into shattered pieces.

Never seeing, that M/n picked up all the pieces and put Mike back together, bit by bit.

-End of Flashback-

William let another ugly sob rake through him and he pulled his Son onto the couch and hugged him tightly to his left side too, kissing his cheek.

“No, no, no, Mikey. You didn’t fuck anything up, don’t apologize, okay ? I-I was an idiot that day and I’m so sorry for my outburst and the things I said to you. Don’t think these things, okay ? It’s my fault. I couldn’t see that you were suffering and in trouble and then I made your life even harder when I blamed you for Lizzy’s disappearance. I am the adult, I should have watched over her, but I didn’t and now...”

William was sobbing again, squeezing his two children into a tight embrace, muttering apologies over apologies. Evan got up and off of M/n’s lap too, joining his siblings and Father, hugging him tightly.

M/n looked at Henry, who was just as sad and heartbroken, as M/n was at the moment. The kids told their Father, that it wasn’t his fault, not all of it and that they forgave him for hours, while he apologized to them for hours. M/n and Henry took care of Penelope and Alex in the meantime, leaving the four be, to sort everything out.

“Do you think it was the right choice to tell Will ?”, Henry asked M/n with worry.

“I don’t know if it was right, but he had a right to know. Letting him live a lie, wouldn’t have been good either and one day he would have figured out that something was wrong with Lizzy. Hen, she wouldn’t have aged at all. He would have known one day anyways that she was dead.”, M/n replied softly.

They stayed in the Baby room with the two infants for a few more hours, giving the rest of the Family time, to recover from the whole rollercoaster.

After a while, M/n went downstairs and saw that a Movie was running. He looked at the kids and William, they seemed to have made up. They were all asleep on the couch and M/n had a small smile on his face.

‘Hopefully they will get better soon.’

M/n left again for Henry and he saw him sleeping too. He sighed, but understood why they were all exhausted.

Too many emotions at once, stress, adrenaline and then the nervousness of how it all would end. M/n looked at Alex, who was slightly awake.

“Welp, Mommy was a bit on an emotional trip, eh, Alex ?”, M/n said softly.

Alex held his hands out and made noises. M/n chuckled and held his small hands, making the Baby smile and giggle.

#Part 6 – Lizzy is back ! #M/n's Pet~ - William Afton x Male!Reader #male!reader #fanfiction #fnaf #afton family #angst #William Afton/Dave Miller #Michael Afton #Evan/Chris/CC Afton #Elizabeth Afton #Henry Emily #read warnings above

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do one for who (other than Lewis) would run in a Pelican Town Mayoral Election, and who each townsfolk would vote for?

Hey hey 👋

I got a little carried away with the answer because it's a pretty interesting topic. 😅Thanks for the question, btw!

So...

Who would be a candidate for the position of Pelican Town Mayor besides Lewis?

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The first candidate:

The first person who definitely has a good chance of winning a mayoral election is... us, i.e. our Farmer OC. Because we've been able to do in a couple of years what Lewis (and probably anyone else) couldn't do in decades. We have raised the image of the town as a whole, making it important both economically and touristically. The residents themselves will immediately notice this because we literally won a Stardew Hero Award by rebuilding the Community Centre.

However... when you think about it, our merits may play right into Lewis' favour because all of these improvements to the town happened during his very reign. Plus the fact that according to some residents' comments, no one really knows that we did it all (with Junimos help, but still). "Did you hear that, Farmer? The bus has been restored. It's a miracle!", "Somehow, the old minecart started working again" - key words is "someone" and "somehow", not our Farmer's name. Like... really, "a miracle"? It is a "miracle" that the town is still a town, not an abandoned unknown settlement.

If everyone knows that the building of Pam and Penny's new house, the rebuilt bus, the minecart and the Community Centre are to our credit, then the opinion of Pelican Town residents will be unanimous. Even Marnie and Robin will vote for Farmer. Not because they dislike Lewis, but because they think he deserves a peaceful retirement. Marnie also secretly hopes that after he retires, the two of them can finally stop hiding their relationship from the public.

The second candidate:

The second candidate who can take Mayor's place is Morris, the manager of the powerful and greedy Joja Co., which is the main antagonist in the game. But! This will only happen with the obligatory participation of our Farmer OC.

The situation will be something similar to Lewis, which I described earlier: Morris will simply appropriate all the laurels and honours for himself. Despite the fact that it was Farmer who was the gold wallet the main sponsor, almost all the improvements and fixes in Pelican Town took place under the huge Joja.co logo. And since the town had become a more important part of the Ferngill Republic, the head of the corporation would definitely want near-absolute power here, so they could order Morris to take part in the election. He won't mind, because it will be a good cash flow, fame and recognition of his important persona by his superiors, and the rest of the routine and mayor duties can be dumped on the other workers.

When it comes to the actual voting, the people of Pelican Town are split into two sides - it's going to be a pretty heated debate. Pierre and his family will definitely be against it, because for them - it means the end of Pierre's little shop business. For the others, it also means not very pleasant changes: for Robin and Demetrius - cutting down trees for resources and disturbing the ecosystem; for Linus and Willy - more Joja trash in local waters; for Penny - constant discounts on beer in JojaMart, which her mother can't resist....

The other side will insist that Joja is the future and progress. Jodi will admit that it's very profitable to shop there, Haley will be happy that town will finally have more supermarkets and other delights like in Zuzu City. Shane and Sam will vote for Morris either because they were forced into it by Morris himself as still the current manager or after promises of a salary increase. The others who took a more or less neutral stance will be tried to be bribed by Joja co. As a last resort, Morris and his superiors will start influencing even the Governor, explaining what an perfect candidate Morris is. The decision is still up to the people of Pelican Town, but there will definitely be pressure.

The other candidates:

PS: In "Stardew Valley Expanded" mod, if Farmer chooses Joja path, Morris will just run for mayor, become mayor (with our help again), and settle into a new home in Stardew Valley. Morris himself in the mod appears as a misunderstood character who does want the best for Pelican Town, it's just that his concept of "best" is different. I decided to describe Morris the way I imagined him when I first played Stardew Valley, without mods (and there's no information about him in the vanilla version, so it's our guesses and headcanons).

About the other candidates... Frankly speaking, no one else comes to mind, because the others either lack the appropriate skills for management, or they are full of their own worries, and do not want to stress themselves with mayor's duties. The same Robin gives herself to the construction of farm buildings and houses, Marnie prefers the company of her cows and goats, without Willy there is no one to supply fish and seafood, etc. Even Pierre, who dreams of a successful rich life as owner of his stores, will not want to take such responsibility. All the bachelors and bachelorettes are busy with their hobbies and interests, other residents do not care about all these elections.

So, that's the answer: Farmer, or Morris!

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv lewis #sdv morris #sdv headcanons #sdv community #thanks for the ask!

[20th-century-railroading]

A helping hand by Greg Brown Via Flickr: On a sunny fall day in 1986, an SD45R painted for the Southern Pacific-Santa Fe merger assists an eastbound SP train up the 1.4% grade at Cougar, California. The big EMD had been rebuilt the previous year at SP's Sacramento general shops.

The snow-capped peak in the distance is Goosenest Mountain. When Willis Kyle was in Yreka managing the Yreka Western Railroad, the mountain allegedly inspired him to create the "Goose" logo used by all of the various Kyle Railroad properties.

#sp #southern pacific #1986 #trains #freight train #history #cougar #california

[tybarious-ii]

The Willys Quad was ultimately rebuilt into the form seen here. Notice the absence of the distinctive stamped "Jeep" grille — a feature that was developed by Ford Motor Company.

Willys powered their vehicle with an engine of their own design. With a displacement of 134.2 cubic inches, it was larger than the engines used in either the Bantam or Ford prototypes — and more powerful.

source, source

#Willys Quad #Jeep #United States Army #U.S. Army #US Army #Army #October #1943 #World War II #World War 2 #WWII #WW2 #WWII History #History #Prototype #my post

[kriz-fics]

The Sword’s Legacy

Series Summary: As the heir of your father's lands, you have grown up knowing that one day you must wed to your House's advantage, and there's no better catch than the younger son of the Magister himself. Meanwhile tensions within the king's court are set to come to a head at any moment - it just needs that spark to send everything ablaze. Now in a court more dangerous than the one you entered, you find distraction and joy in the company of the beautiful boy with the beautiful eyes. You can only hope to weather the storm you can sense brewing in the horizon.

Masterlist

Chapter Twelve: Blood and Knights

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Genre: Royalty AU, Historical Fantasy AU, Romance, Politics, Warfare, Eventual Smut (future chapters)

Length: 8.5K

CW: Graphic violence, YN being horny (not graphic, unfortunately. Not yet, at least ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Tut-tut, it looks like rain.

The fact of which does not please the more uppity lords, Eren observes, eyes flickering from one delicate man to the next and trying not to let his disdain bleed into his features. That little mouse of a man, Anton Taran, looks as skittish as the pest he resembles; the Procurator’s small watery eyes dart to the sky above and back to the orating king, hands behind his back and bouncing ever so lightly on his heels, eager to scamper into his nice and dry hole before the sky breaks. Proctor Nick is little better standing next to him. The slight curl of his lip and the way those deep-set eyes sweep out across the grounds and into the gray above gives away his sentiments about the weather. Near the center of the line of councilmen Willy Tybur stands beside Lord Grisha, mouth set in a thin line as he looks upon the proceedings with his best approximation of the courtier’s hollow face stamped upon his highbred visage. Like his fellows, he is showing undue interest in the ether and their environs. It cannot have been any plainer that these men are in a tizzy to make an end of things quickly.

It is not as if they don’t have a bloody canopy above their feeble heads. Even the king and his son seem made of sterner stuff. The Prince of Crownglen Urklyn Reiss is standing upon the covered stage at the center of the newly rebuilt village, grave and regal, as his father Rod Reiss I holds forth at the front of the platform. The royal pair does not give two shits about the weather, which is more than can be said for their prickly underlings. 

What is a little rain upon their noble bodies? It is only water.

Eren shifts a little in his place within the squires’ row, the weight of plate and mail upon his person a familiar load, comforting even. He and his peers are standing below the stage to the right, close enough at hand to their masters should they have the unfortunate need to be squired for that day. The masters, barring the Lord Commander, are standing below the stage to the front, a forbidding barrier between the highborn and the low.

The royal pair, the Conclave, the lords Skaryn and Halkin, and the guards -  the Royal Guard among them - are the only ones of the court in attendance at the royal pardon. The rest of the nobility are at Merrydell, awaiting their coming so they may feast and celebrate the end of the Northern Matter beneath the Skaryns’ roof in the company of those who have been pardoned.

Mossreach is unrecognizable from the desolation it had been half a year ago. The burnt-out husks and the dead buried beneath snow and crows have been cleared away. Banners of a dozen colors flutter everywhere, green and red, maroon and white, purple, purple most of all from the royal standards flying the royal sigil: the head of the Founding Titan, with its purple eyes large and haunting and flaring, upon a purple field. The cottages that litter the sward are freshly-thatched and new-made, the land green and lush and unburnt. Even its people have been restored.

The king’s speech washes over Eren, something about the Mother’s mercy and the Father’s forgiveness and what other diplomatic tripe his Heralds have taught him to say to appease his malcontent masses.

Which is all well and good, for these ones. The cleared-away dead will beg to differ, their living kin more so. But as they have been banished to their true homes in the Midlands, they can hardly raise a hue and cry. Not that they truly can. Whatever hues and cries they may have raised have fallen on deaf ears, as the grievances of their northern foemen had fallen on deaf ears at the start of all of this.

And thus do the tables turn. So much for the Father’s justice. Rows of northmen face the platform, eyes trained on their king. Some are tall, some are short, some young, some old, some slight and some stout, yet somehow, they all look the same in Eren’s eyes. It is the hardness in their bearing, the hardness of the North, the same hardness he sees in Robert the Lawyer, who is standing beside the Crown Prince with that proud mien blazing like his red robes. Even their elderly, their women, and their children have traces of it, Eren can see as he watches them stand at the fringes of it all, every bit as stony as their men. Hard lands breed a hard folk. 

Admiration rises in him, despite all. They may have escaped justice for the lives they took so savagely yet there is something laudable about the way they fought for what is theirs by rights. Had the crown set out to crush them at the very onset of their offensive, Eren knows they would be hard-pressed to smash them down. They are the sort of foe he can enjoy pushing against, a foe strong of will and might.

Willy Tybur turns his head a fraction, to look towards the bordering woods for the hundredth time. Eren follows his gaze and looks upon the fount of his greatest shame. He feels his insides shrivel up at the memory but forces himself to hold and keep his eyes fixed on the green. 

Half a year gone and still it will not leave him no matter how much he thinks he has put it behind him. He wonders if he will ever truly be free of it and feels cold. The prospect of carrying that weight for the rest of his life is not an appealing one. I’ll rid myself of it for good and all no matter what it takes. He will know when to stop moving when needs must. Redemption is not beyond him yet.

A shadow stirs within the trees. Eren narrows his eyes, squinting at the treeline. Shades? But shades shine silver…

Ping!

The sky breaks at last, and Eren inwardly scowls as the fat droplets batter his helm, filling his ears to bursting with the endless clangor of ringing steel. He will be deaf by day’s end, like as not, with a splitting headache to boot. He would have removed the helm yet etiquette demands it stays on. This is not the first he’s worn steel in such weather yet he always removes the headpiece when not in active combat; he’d rather suffer the torrent full-on than go mad from that metallic racket.

Dusk seems to fall early today and the loud crashing of the rain upon them all only adds to the din inside his head. The world shrinks to his helm. Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping. So when the men come boiling out of the woods, their war cries one with the storm, Eren can only stare, uncomprehending.

Screams join the discordant symphony, and then madness besets them all.

Bodies are flying everywhere, men, women, and children all a-flutter like a flock of startled pigeons in some park, seeking to evade the oncoming attackers. They need not have bothered with that very convincing display; the raiders give them no more heed than Eren would an ant beneath his feet and flow right through them as water flows through rock.

Battle is joined moments later and there is no more thought, only the ancient animal wisdom of the flesh that tells him to move.

To be still is to die.

And he is moving, running, running toward his master with his sword in hand. A man looms out of the wet like a leviathan from the deep but Eren bulls forward with nary a pause. The outlaw bellows and swings down his hammer; Eren dodges aside, and his blade punches through leather, steel, and flesh. He pulls his sword free, feeling the steel scrape bone, and is moving once more before the corpse can hit the ground. He dispatches a second and a third man in like manner, and at last he is beside his master, guarding his back as a good squire should.

There is no end to them, these leviathans from the deep. Hardly has he cut down one than another will take his place, and the world tapers down to action and reaction, kill or be killed.

It is sometime later - a minute, an hour, a day - when Eren realizes his master is nowhere to be found. The tide of battle has parted them and there are only enemies. He hacks down across the face of a northman hard, and his head dissolves into bits of brain and bone and blood. Another falls beneath his steel, blood spurting from his open throat. And still they come, again and again and again, until somehow they are not.

The brief respite allows Eren time to take stock of his surroundings properly. He has been driven back to the canopied platform where the king had made his speech. He sweeps his gaze around, hardly sparing the scattered corpses around him a second thought, and watches the chaos of battling men amidst falling rain. He is utterly confounded by it all. They laid down their arms and swore never to take them up again. A faint whimper resounds from somewhere close by, and he turns, eyes widening in shock at the sight of the king huddling beneath the covered stage. Why is he still here? Where are the guards? Eren runs to him at once.

“Your Majesty, you have to get out of here!” he calls over the pouring rain and heaves at the royal arm to get him moving. The king looks up at him with terror in his wide blue eyes, but recognition soon follows and he is moving, meek and unresisting as the son of his Magister guides him away from the horror and the savagery.

They have hardly gone a couple of yards when something rams into them, knocking the king and squire off their feet and sending them sprawling in the mud. Eren rolls onto his back, stunned, the taste of rain and mud heavy on his tongue. The force of the charge had wrenched his sword from his hand and sent his helm flying off his head, though he is hardly given time to mourn the loss.

A man is atop him all of a sudden and silver steel gleams bright and deadly at him out of the murky gloom. There is no time for thought or fear. Eren grabs his foeman’s arm with both hands as it falls toward his face, and their lethal struggle commences. The man claws uselessly at one of his gloved hands, trying to pry his fingers open, but Eren holds on the tighter and pushes, straining with gritted teeth. The blade is all he can see, it is the only thing that exists in the world, the blade and its tip sharp as any needle, any razor… and it is coming ever closer no matter how much he pushes, closer and closer to the center of his forehead…

The northman pulls back an arm, his hand closing into a fist. Eren sees and catches the blow one-handed but near pays for it with an eye. The enemy’s blade slips and slices him clean just above his eyebrow, and the left half of his world goes black as blood drips down his eye. 

There is no pain yet the sensation of steel cutting his flesh sends a shock of clarity through him as though he has been doused with ice-cold water. He manages to get a leg beneath the man’s ribs and knees, hard. That shock of clarity lends strength to his limbs, and the outlaw is tossed aside, wheezing. 

Eren does not wait for him to recover. He scrabbles, half-blind, in the mud for his sword, feels relief - sweet, blessed relief - course through him as his fingers brush against something hard and metallic. Footsteps splash behind him and he does not pause to think. He strikes, his sword swinging out in a perfect arc, and his foeman falls back into the mud to rise no more. Eren leaves him there, with half his entrails spilling out onto the watery ground, to search for his king.

He finds him where he first saw him, beneath the wooden scaffolding of the stage. They had not gone very far before the dead man accosted them. “Your Majesty, it’s all right, I can keep you safe,” Eren avows, reaching for his liege. The smell of fear bears toward him and it smells of piss, faint and dampened by the rain yet wholly recognizable, as the king holds onto him with surprising strength. Eren pays it no heed. Piss, shit, blood, and sweat, the soldier learns to tolerate all, even the foulest of stenches. It is the stink of battle, and delicate men with delicate noses do not long survive in the field. The king is well within his rights to piss in terror. 

His Majesty and his acting guard once again make for safer ground, though where that is Eren does not know. Still the rain pours down in ceaseless buckets, and it welds his left eye close. There is as yet no pain but he knows that is not a good thing; he is not even sure the bleeding has stopped entirely. They have to get to safety and soon. For loathe though he is to admit it, something deep, deep down inside him recognizes that he is in no good state to be fighting much longer, with half his vision compromised such as it is. The king will not be harmed under his watch, gods help him.

Men dart around them, friend and foe both, their footsteps churning the red-brown mud into a frothing boil. Eren surveys the gray village as best he can with only one eye, looking for the royal congregation, or better yet a temple so they may claim the right of sanctuary…

The gods are with him, and he almost sinks to his knees in relief at the sight of a temple at the borders of the village - ruined, crumbled, blackened with fire but still a temple, and still well-placed to grant them safety by all the laws of the land.

Pain, red pain erupts up his right arm, and he drops his sword to the muddy ground. An arrow, he thinks with mild surprise as he stares down at the shaft protruding from his armored limb. It had punched through the plate as though it is nothing more than silk. Now where had he seen that before? And since when did they start using arrows? He does not have the chance to ruminate.

An outlaw is before him and his liege once more, axe raised to cleave one or the both of them in two. They are endless and everywhere, these outlaws, like fucking roaches. Distantly, Eren hears what sounds like the king bleat out, “Oh, gods be good,” as Eren shoves his royal person behind him to protect him, uselessly, with his body.

A foot of red-tipped steel bursts from the northman’s mouth like some grotesque tongue. His eyes widen and turn glassy in quick succession, and the axe tumbles from his hands. His pointed tongue retreats from his bloodied maw and his corpse falls to reveal Sir Levi Ackerman. The cycle of relief giving way to tension and back again is turning Eren’s head around, yet he is pleased to see his master all the same.

Sir Levi’s eyes flash from his face toward his injured arm and his mouth tightens. “Get the king to the temple, most of our men have taken sanctuary there. Me and the rest will throw the outlaws back. Go!”

For one mad moment, Eren wants to argue. He can still fight, still hold his own, yet the way his master’s eyes blaze up at him gives him pause. His arm is worse than useless now and better still he is half-blind, he will only get in the way. And he has the king to protect, a king who is in very real peril of being savaged if he insists on continuing the way he is now. His pigheadedness will spill royal blood in his hands, a much more dire consequence than a Lord Commander’s missing arm.

The king will not be harmed under his watch. 

Eren swallows, bites his tongue, and nods jerkily. He stirs the petrified king onward, favoring his right arm, and lets the others put the outlaws to flight.

“Any luck with Halkin and Skaryn?”

His sire sighs, unendingly weary. “I hardly think this is the right time and place to speak of politics.”

But, Father, the weather and my happy domestic affairs hardly make for scintillating conversation. Zeke turns away from the dark world outside the wrought iron window to glance at Lord Grisha in his seat beside the canopied bed. “Well, since we’ve thoroughly exhausted the topic of our dear youngest here, we had as well talk about matters of import.”

Their dear youngest is lying upon his chartered bed, soused in poppy and utterly dead to the world. Yet he lives to see another day, thank the gods, Zeke thinks, watching his little brother sleep and recover his strength. His fever has broken at last, a very promising sign, assures Healer Dmitriy. The youngest Jaeger is well past danger now, and his wounds are healing cleanly.

There had been a scare of festering and the possible loss of a limb yet the Healers worked their craft and they moved beyond that. Fresh poulticed bandages bind Eren’s arm and cover the left side of his brow, the fall of dark hair over his face stark against the white linen. He looks younger, as innocent as he is like to get at this age, more the boy of six of Zeke’s youth and less the young man of sixteen he has quickly grown to be.

In the end, only the scars should remain. And his knighthood. Scars and near-death for that honor, that is how you come into it. Eren will be well-compensated for his leal service.

He is luckier than some, to be sure. Good men were lost that day. “Any word yet on the new Guardsmen?” Zeke persists when his father keeps his peace. Most times silence comes easy between them; sometimes, Zeke even preferrs it so, yet silence of late is an uncomfortable thing. He has somehow tied it to Eren’s state. If they keep quiet, then surely Eren will weaken and pass away into the Fields. His brother must hear their voices, if only so he can have an anchor to the living. Zeke does not know why he insists when Eren is finally out of the weeds. But it is true what they say about habits.

The quiet snaps and pops of the fire are the only things to be heard as Grisha stares at him a moment through his lenses. The light of the flickering hearthflames reflects off the fine Rhoseine glass, only to give way to the green pools beneath. Eren has inherited those eyes, the Jaeger eyes. Zeke is a Fritz through and through, blue and gold and fair. And yet they insist he is his father in gold.

“Some candidates have been chosen,” Lord Grisha says at length. “The squires of two fallen, Bertolt Hoover and Conrad Springer. They are set to replace their former masters. No word yet for the other two replacements but some names have been put forward.”

“Our younger Eren would have jumped at the chance.” Zeke gazes down fondly at his sleeping brother once more. “I’ve always wondered what made him change his mind.”

His father chuckles, a rare sound these days. “I was surprised he reconsidered at all, not that it was such a terrible thing. There are other ways to win honor for himself and his House. Left him open to the marriage market, at least.”

Speak of the marriage market… His little lady will want to know she can visit him at last. Zeke had caught the poor thing hovering around thereabouts near every day since they brought Eren in. It will enliven the lad to see his betrothed. They seem to be sweeter on each other at present, Zeke is pleased to see.

“As to Skaryn and Halkin…” Lord Grisha sighs and rubs his eyes beneath his spectacles. “I’ll continue to lobby for their families. If execution is in the fates of Valko Skaryn and Yuri Halkin, then so be it, but to extend that punishment to their whole lines?” He rubs at his temples, his horror at the thought well and truly palpable. “To their wives and children and brothers and cousins… it is too much. Too much. I cannot let that stand.”

His Majesty had been sore wroth when he had recovered from the terror of his ordeal. The lords Skaryn and Halkin were arrested, accused of treason and attempted regicide. Both have been attainted, stripped of all lands, titles, and incomes, and sentenced to death by beheading. But that is not to be enough for the king. In his wrath, Rod Reiss has declared, in no uncertain terms, his desire to see both men’s lines ended. Every man, woman, and child who bear the name of Skaryn and Halkin shall be expunged. Even those merely married to the name found no mercy. Rod Reiss wants them gone, gone.

Zheletov, too, felt the flames of royal fury. Hundreds of Zhelevic were arrested, those outlaws who did not manage to flee further North. All have been sentenced to hang. Rumor has it that the king means to hang their families as well, to teach the North a sharp lesson in slaughter. Robert of Feyhill, the head of the northern faction and the mind behind all, is to be hanged, drawn, and quartered - a fate reserved for the vilest of traitors. A charge he still vehemently denies even at the rack.

What should have been a moment of festive reconciliation became naught but dross. The court is silent, reeling in the enormity of it all.

“Eren saved his life, he should grant me a boon, at least,” Lord Grisha murmurs, more to himself than to his eldest, who stares at him then at his brother, who lays oblivious to his burgeoning role as leverage and potential savior of the lines of Skaryn and Halkin.

Zeke supposes it is only fitting for his knightly brother. What are knights for but for the saving of innocent lives?

“His fever broke last night, my lady, you can see him at last.”

You have never heard anything sweeter.

“Oh, thank the gods.” You smooth down your crimson dress, making sure all is in order. He has not laid eyes on you for four days, you had best be presentable. And pretty, you must be pretty, a girlish voice whispers, which you hastily tamp down. As if he’ll care overmuch about such matters, not after his ordeal. A silver shield burnished to a mirror sheen is hanging from the wall opposite you. Surreptitiously, you brush back a stray lock that has escaped from your braids. All in order, you think, pleased, as you stare at your somewhat distorted reflection. Some effort will not be amiss, surely.

Healer Dmitriy knocks upon the wooden door to announce himself before opening it and entering. Aly the Cat slips inside at once; distantly, you hear your betrothed utter a pleased exclamation of the creature’s name. You feel your heart thrum faster. Your fingers twine themselves around each other against your fluttering tummy. He sounds well. That is good. 

“My lord, the Lady Rhyzkova is without and wishes to see you,” you hear the young priest say, his voice partly muffled by the half-closed door. The note of excitement in Eren’s voice as he bids the Healer to let you in makes you smile.

It is comfortably warm inside the chamber. A fire crackles merrily in the stone hearth before the canopied bed, inadvisable for a southron summer but perfectly acceptable for a northern one. Two bone-white velvet armchairs are arrayed before the fireplace. A table laden with what looks like the tools of the Healers’ trade - physic, rolls of bandages, and herbs of the medicinal sort - is sitting between the loungers. The brown linen curtains of the tall wrought iron windows are pulled back, illuminating the room with pale, watery sunshine and giving the place an airy countenance.

A green smell, the smell of herbs and plant life, pervades all. You find yourself breathing in deeply as you enter, your first few footsteps tapping lightly on the polished marble floor, yet all vanish as you lay eyes upon your wounded knight. The white hangings on his bed are tied back, revealing his form. He is sitting up, at least, with a wide grin on his bandaged face, his left eye swollen half-shut beneath the poultice. You would not have known he was ailing and lifeless for the better part of four days by his demeanor. Ginger Aly is curled up on his blanketed lap, eyes closed contently as Eren runs languid fingers over his short fur.

Your knight is awake, and smiling at you, and so wonderfully alive.

“How are you feeling?” you murmur as you sit on his bed by his legs. A flash of dark blue cloth sweeps by from the corner of your vision, but you do not pay it heed. Eren and his well-being come first.

He opens his mouth to answer but frowns almost at once. You mirror his expression and are about to ask what is wrong when he speaks. “Everything’s fine, Healer Dima, you may leave us.”

The straw-haired Healer in question freezes in the act of settling himself down upon one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace. Nerves and uncertainty play across his thin features for half a heartbeat before he reaches some sort of resolution and sits down determinedly. “Oh, no, please do not mind me. Someone must needs stay to keep an eye on… your health. Just because your fever has broken doesn’t mean you’re not susceptible to a relapse.”

“Oh, in that case, your presence is a much welcome one indeed, Healer,” you say rapidly, as Eren makes to say something, something undoubtedly rude to judge by the look on his face. He curls his lip at your interruption but subsides once you shake your head at him a little. Let him be.

Healer Dmitriy smiles, relieved. “Very good, my lady. See, you’ll hardly notice I’m here.” He reaches into one voluminous dark blue sleeve and pulls out a small book - a missal of The Light of the Creed, the new faith’s holiest text, you see, catching a glimpse of the twelve-rayed sun of the Creed on the book’s black leather cover. The priest opens the primer and promptly vanishes within its pages.

Of course a godly, dutiful man like him will insist on playing governess, you realize belatedly. It had not occurred to you until you saw him glance from you to Eren with an expression of abject worry. He can hardly leave a young maid alone with a half-naked young man in his chambers.

For the young man is very much half-naked. You feel your mouth go dry as the realization hits you hard. You cannot understand how that detail eluded you. “I see you’ve made a new friend,” you gesture at little Aly on Eren’s lap, a ditch effort to distract yourself, and fail miserably. That only brings further attention to his hard, incredibly ridged stomach. Oh, gods above.

Eren stares down fondly at the cat, oblivious to your ogling. “We only properly met this morning but we’re fast friends now,” he laughs as the ginger tom rises and stretches, then proceeds to rub up against his Healer’s charge, purring loudly. Never have you wanted to trade places with a cat so badly in your entire life.

Suddenly, looking your betrothed in the eye becomes an endeavor of utmost difficulty, not when you want to look elsewhere. You have seen your fair share of half-naked men. Comely men and homely ones, paragons as sculpted as statues and pigs shuffling along like sacks of suet, you have seen them all. You never lack for those in summery Vascalin, where the sight of them is so common as to be unremarkable. But a half-naked Eren is a veritable god to their mere mortal flesh.

You peer up at him from beneath your lashes as Aly occupies his attention for the nonce. He is beautifully well-made. You have always suspected it to be so; some of his tunics show off his shape well, and he oft wears his daily linens with the laces undone, allowing one to get a glimpse of an expansive, defined chest. To see all of that bared before you to prove the truth of your fancies is astounding.

His shoulders, broad and striking, lead down to strong, sinewy arms. The bandage wrapped around the right limb flaunts the roundness of the muscle and stands stark against his tanned skin. A tiny cluster of leech marks speckles the skin beneath his dressings yet they do nothing to diminish the smooth perfection of his limb. His chest is as wide and well-muscled; verily, his torso is a vision, each muscle as sharply etched as though he is cut from stone.

Some other girl is giggling madly deep down inside. You feel like a bitch in heat. The thought near makes the mad laughter bubble up your throat but you quell it quickly. And then you make the singular error of allowing your eyes to follow the sloping trail of chiseled muscle beneath the blankets and almost choke on air. The expected sight of the waist of his pants is nowhere in evidence.

Gods be good, is he naked under there?! 

You squirm and press your legs together on your seat. You cannot have asked for better fodder for your fantasies. Suddenly, you can hear him, hear the deep, sultry cadence of his voice asking you if you will let him sate his lusts with you, feel the hard, chiseled torso press close against you as he leaned down to kiss you… Poxy Duty had robbed you of that kiss. More’s the pity. You wonder what it will feel like, to be trapped beneath that god-like body as freed of clothing as he is now, feel his heat and his skin bound you as you lay below him helpless but to take his lust and his amorous attentions…

Gods help you, lass, the lad is injured and just escaped death by the skin of his teeth. It does not do to entertain such unbecoming ideas. You’re worse than a dockside slut, you admonish yourself as heat courses through your whole body at the turn of your thoughts. There are better things to occupy yourself with than his magnificent body. His health is what matters most.

“Hey.”

You start at the sound of his voice and do not immediately meet his gaze. You hope to all the gods, both old and new, that your face is not a mirror of your desire. That is a discussion that can keep; your priestly governess will be shocked to his soul should he have the slightest inkling of what had flounced through your head these past few moments.

“Hey,” Eren says again, reaching out to lay a hand on your forearm. The touch comes lightly, so very lightly, yet the way it burns is anything but. You meet his eyes at last. “Are you all right? You look strange.” His concerned frown gives way to a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, see, healthy as a horse.” He wrinkles his nose at the idiom, making you giggle. “I’m well past danger now. The wound’s not going to fester, there’s no poison in my blood, I’m fine and whole. You don’t need to worry so much.”

“Thank the gods,” you breathe, instantly snatching at that sentiment. It is not as if you aren’t worried about him, but best have him construe your conflicted expression as concern instead of lust. This is not the time for lust. “Speak of the gods,” you smile down at Aly, who has padded over to you, seeking affection, “you are blessed indeed. Lady Alyrya has been with you this whole time.” Cats are sacred to the Gardener, but none more so than the ginger tabby.

“It’s a nice thought, that-”

“Oh!”

There is a great tug, and your hand flies to your chest as the laces of your bodice come undone. It will seem that Aly is feeling a little too neglected. Or desirous of yarn. You hold the tom fast as you unhook his claws from the crimson cords, your face smarting a little in mortification.

“Oh, dear.” Healer Dmitriy flaps over to the bed, the tips of his prominent ears pink. “A thousand pardons, my lady, it seems he’s in his excitable mood again. I’ll see him out.” He scoops his ginger attendant into his arms and bustles away, threatening the cat with a salmon-less dinner as he does so.

You sigh and tighten your laces once more. Aly had not pulled down far enough for your breasts to spill out from your bodice, thankfully, but that was a near thing. You are more comfortable baring skin than most women north of the Greatshield are, being from the sweltering South, yet you draw the line at exposure in front of two men. Well, perhaps one of them can get a pass. You bite the inside of your lip as you fumble briefly and have to redo the knot all over again.

“You know what they say about certain animals being able to channel people’s wills?” Eren lifts his gaze from your chest to your face. His eyes have darkened a little. Your fingers tighten on your cords. “Nobody can say for sure if that still holds true but it’s an interesting thought.” His legs shift beneath the blankets.

The return of the Healer saves you from having to form a reply. He gives you an apologetic smile and another apology before returning to his seat and his book once more.

“Your hair’s grown longer,” you remark arbitrarily, not quite knowing what to say to your betrothed’s earlier statement. Besides… Your face tingles a little. With the way he looked at you then, you cannot guarantee that your conversation won’t lead to… bawdier pastures. You had never truly touched upon the subject before but something about his demeanor then gives you pause. Best to nip that in the bud. Your governess will not stand for anything remotely suggestive. He will throw you out and forbid you from seeing Eren again for the rest of his confinement, and you cannot have that.

Eren tugs at the ends of his hair, looking at it thoughtfully. “Do you think I should cut it? I haven’t been up to calling on the barber lately…”

“It’s your hair, you’re free to do as you like.” You give him a small smile. “I like it, though. It makes you look-” comelier, “-older, more mature.”

He settles back into his pillows, appearing gratified. “Well, then, I suppose I’ll keep it as it is for the time being.” He gazes at you for a good long while, before his concern reduces his smile into something softer. “You look tired.”

The chuckle that escapes you echoes the sentiment, as though his bringing attention to the fact has drawn four days’ worth of weariness out. You rub a finger at the skin beneath your eye. “Between you and Father and this whole affair, I have been getting no lick of sleep.” You cannot count the hours you had spent in Merrydell’s sanctum, praying and praying and praying for him and your lord father, beseeching the old gods to bless and keep them. You had even visited the nearest temple of the Gardener to offer incense, a candle, and yet more prayers for your betrothed. He belongs to the Creed, perhaps his Lady will be better inclined to protect him should the old gods dismiss your pleas.

Lady Alyrya heard them, at any rate, her and the old gods. Father’s fever was only the chills brought on by the rains and not from a corrupted wound; he had taken a glancing blow from an outlaw’s knife but managed to come out of that debacle otherwise unscathed. He was right as rain after a day or so.

Eren had given you more grief. What time you had outside of prayer was spent hovering anxiously outside these very chambers, hoping you could visit him or at least learn of his condition. Still, you will visit the sanctum and the temple tonight, to give thanks to the gods for granting him further life.

“Ask Healer Dima to give you essence of valerian, it helps a lot,” Eren urges, fretful. He can be a rather fretful character, you have come to find. It only makes him sweeter in your eyes.

“I will at that. Although I’ll be sleeping more soundly tonight regardless.” Because you’re awake and all right and alive. A bowl of apples is sitting upon his bedside dresser. His mother’s key lays beside it, nestled amidst the coils of its leather cord. “Are you hungry?” you ask, gesturing at the fruit.

“Will you feed me if I am? I can barely lift my arm for the pain.” Eren blinks at you all innocent-like. The teasing tilt to his lips ruins the effect, however. From the distance comes the tiniest of coughs.

Your own mouth twitches up in amusement. “If you wish it.”

“I do wish it,” he says firmly, sitting up straight again. “I’m hungry, so hungry, famished, starving-”

“All right, your hunger has been well and truly noted.” You reach for an apple and the paring knife and proceed to cut the fruit. Needlessly, you know. He is not so injured that he cannot feed himself (despite his claims to the contrary). In this, you indulge him. The patient must have his way until he recovers.

A cough resounds from the distance once more, louder this time, as you reach forward to put a slice of apple in your betrothed’s waiting mouth. You both freeze and glance over at the Healer, who is staring at you beadily from above his holy missal. A prick of annoyance simmers within you, but you flash him a placating smile as you move to put more distance between you and Eren. You slip the piece of fruit into your betrothed’s mouth, careful not to let your fingers brush against his lips, those luscious, alluring, enticing lips…

You bite back a giggle as he chews the morsel, looking distinctly bad-tempered. Your fingertips still tingle from the warmth of his breath. “I see you still haven’t put on your mother’s key,” you observe, eyeing the forenamed pendant on the bedside table. His betrothal necklace looks rather lonely without its staunch companion around his neck.

His bad-tempered expression deepens. “He’s a priest, he’s as superstitious as they come. His precious sensibilities won’t stand for blasphemy.” Scorn drips from his voice as he says the word, further amusing you. “You’ll make a better Healer,” he adds, his expression softening as he gleams at you. “You don’t nag as much.”

That is an interesting thought, that. The past few days certainly lent further fodder to your long-held fancies of being a Healer. It is a flimsy whim, a glib thought born from a night of girlish diversion when asked that absurdly preposterous question: what would you be had you not been born into nobility? Your fledgling pastime in the gardens led you to answer as you had.

But perhaps that fledgling can grow into something more. Seeing people you care for hurt and ailing woke something in you, the desire to ease their pain if only but a little. You hope Healer Darya is willing to take on a new apprentice this autumn.

“Does it hurt so much?”

Eren chews on his apple, looking artless and very much innocent in truth. He does not stay so for long, though (not that you expect him to, the cheeky sod). “I already told you, didn’t I? I wouldn’t ask you to feed me if it didn’t hurt like blazes.” Something in your expression sobers him, and the smile he flashes you is gentle, tender. “I’m a little sore, but nothing you need concern yourself about too much.” He reaches out to take your free hand in his, lightly caressing your skin with his thumb. “And you have been, haven’t you? So concerned that you lost sleep over me, of all people.” He seems to move farther away, going somewhere beyond this room and beyond you.

You pull away from his hold to cup his face in your hand, as though in doing so you can keep him bound to yourself. You touch him as softly as you can yet still he flinches as your palm presses against the injured side of his face. That spasm of pain makes you pull back but he reaches up quickly to keep your hand on him, smiling up at you reassuringly as he does so. The green sparkling at you beneath his poulticed eyebrow is as vibrant as its twin, swollen and puffy though the skin around it is. He is still so beautiful, your battered knight. So beautiful, and warm, and alive.

The loud clearing of a holy throat reminds you of decency and decorum, and you make to pull away from your betrothed once more. He is not having it, though. His grip on your hand tightens, and his face darkens like thunder. “Bloody prissy priests… As if a simple touch to the face equates to… what exactly? A hot little romp?” His laugh comes out exuding derision and mockery. “I didn’t throw you down on the bed and have my way with you, did I? With the way he’s looking at us, you’d think he caught us fucking,” he grouses, in a voice pitched low so only you would hear him.

A lump rises inside your throat that almost chokes you. You cough to rid yourself of it. How he can say such things so baldly confounds you. “That’s… probably what he's thinking. I suppose he’s here to try and preserve my honor. For all he knows, you could be some sort of perverted lech,” you say, in what you hope is an offhand way.

That puts a thoughtful look on Eren’s face. Suddenly, the darkness in his eyes holds a very different sort of sentiment. He glances at you from beneath his lashes before looking down at his lap. Your fingers twitch a little against his face as he continues to keep your hand captive. Heat once again simmers beneath your skin to match the heat you had caught in his gaze before he averted his eyes. In a quiet voice, he murmurs something that sounds suspiciously like, “He’s not far off, then.”

Your heart almost stops at that. “Pardon?”

He lifts his eyes back to yours and blinks slowly. “Have I not been preserving your honor for the better part of a year already? He has nothing to worry about.” One corner of his mouth kinks up roguishly. “Unless my lady does not care for such things. I’d gladly play the perverted lech if you’d let me.”

Gods save me.

Eren’s smile widens as though he has heard you and he releases your hand, allowing you to pick up the paring knife from where it is sitting on your lap. You take a brief recess to settle yourself and cut another wedge off the rapidly browning apple in your grip. Your hand does not shake, to your credit.

“Good apple, that,” Eren notes conversationally, as though he had not been speaking of perversion and fornication mere moments ago.

“The Skaryns brought in a good harvest.” The discomposure leaves you at once as the name of that doomed family leaves your lips. You stare down at the halved fruit in your hand. A good harvest. And their last. Everything seems to dim then, as though a pall has settled upon the world. The Skaryn pall. It is a cruel edict. Your knight had saved the author of that cruel edict. And that is why you can now call him that. Your knight. “You will be a Sir in truth now.”

“I will be, huh…” Eren looks pleased, excited at the thought. As well he might. It is all he ever wanted and lived for, the culmination of years of training and service.

“What’s his name, your squire?” you query as you feed him another slice. The next slice you eat yourself. It is as good as he claims, browned though it is now; the juice is sweet, refreshing on your tongue.

His eyes widen as he munches his own mouthful, as though he has forgotten that knights need squires to squire for them. “Falco Grice.” He swallows. “I have a squire.” The wonder in his face and voice makes you smile. “How do I go about being a master, though?” He screws up his face in thought, then puffs out his chest. “Falco, muck out the stables. I want to be able to eat off the ground once you’re done,” he says in his best approximation of Sir Levi’s flat tone.

There is a pause as the both of you stare at each other silently before descending into fits of giggles. For a while, you cannot stop. He is strong and thriving, and he is to be a knight at long last. Everything seems good in the world again, and the fate of doomed families fades into the ether. But as the light of day gives way to the gloom of night, his cheer slowly gives way to something more staid, dour, even mournful. Eren looks down at his hands, pensive. “Do I even deserve that honor, though? After…”

Sir Erwin’s lost arm hangs heavy between you. Half a year gone and still it haunts him. His gloom seeps into you like some illness, only to feed your determination to see him rise above his guilt and shame. 

“You do,” you state firmly. You will not brook arguments on this matter. “You saved His Majesty, the king’s life, that’s not a small thing. And you learned, didn’t you? You didn’t get those injuries by running pell-mell into danger, did you?” As he shakes his head no, you go on, “Then let it go. Onward and upward and no looking back. It does you no good to dwell on such things. It’ll only eat you up inside.”

“Did I even learn, though? Because I thought about it. Running pell-mell into danger.” He picks at the skin on his forefinger, hunched over and reeking of shame.

Your heart goes out to him, your earnest betrothed. He is a young man, near grown, and yet in many ways he is a boy still. “The only thing that matters is that you didn’t act on it.” You brandish a slice of apple at him. “Sweet to banish the bitter.”

A weight seems to lift off his shoulders as he accepts your proffered piece into his mouth. “You always know what to say.” He gazes at you, soft, contemplative, considering. “And you have to know what to say. In that there is no choice, not for you, my Lady of Rhyzkov.”

You cut yourself a wedge and help yourself to your own sweet. There is nothing to add to the truth that you have always known.

“I grew up wanting to be a Royal Guardsman.”

As most boys do, noble or common.

“But then I served one of them.” Wryness taints Eren’s tone as he continues, “I saw him- them dog every step of this one man every day of their lives and realized that… wasn’t for me. Knights are for serving, yes, but I want the freedom to choose my own liege. If I am to spend a lifetime in thrall to one, I want it to be by my own will and not because tradition says I must.”

And to be a Royal Guardsman is to serve the blood royal for life. “But you didn’t choose me.” As either liege or bride.

Eren looks at you then and subjects you to a long and intense stare. “No, I didn’t.” This intensity is different, something you cannot quite place. 

He is such a forceful personality, you reflect as you hold his deep green gaze. Deep enough to drown in. And you are and will continue to do so, you know now, for the rest of your life. But there is joy in trying to keep up with him, something exhilarating about navigating his tides. He is quite unlike anyone you have ever met, and it intrigues you.

“That doesn’t mean I won’t serve you gladly, willingly, and with everything I have.”

Embers of green fire begin to flare up at you and you avert your eyes lest you be burned. His tides you can navigate. You cannot say the same for his flames. “I look forward to your investiture.” You cut the last bit of apple in half.

The reminder of his investiture banks his flames near instantly. “It seems… inappropriate to have it after the executions.”

So his father has told him all. A certain chill appears to cloak you in its folds. It is almost enough for you to wish for his fires back. “The court needs something to celebrate after such unpleasantness.”

“Unpleasantness…” Eren frowns down at the white linen sheets draped over his lap. “The northmen deserve their sentence for that treachery, but to eradicate whole bloodlines strikes me as being too much. Little Yakob Halkin could hardly conspire against the king. Six-year-olds care more for toys than treason.”

You have never thought to see the end of a line, much less two, in your lifetime. But that is the way of the lords. You yourself are descended from the Shrike, Queen Yelena Rhyzkova, the fourth to bear that name and title, who had rid the world of the Moldovans thousands and thousands of years ago. If your royal forebear had any compunctions about killing the children of her enemies in her bid for power, no one will know now. She had taken her sensibilities with her to the grave.

“The commons will go the way of their masters, if the talk is true.” You hand Eren his last morsel and bite into your own.

Eren eats his apple and reclines back on his pillows. “It’s only talk. He will get his blood price and be paid twice over with highborn blood. He’ll leave the innocent commons alone. They’re not worth that much, at the end of the day.”

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A/N:

Horny YN is horny. But, really, who can blame her? Have you seen the guy?

Knight!Eren is here at last, hurrah for him. But the Northern Matter has turned into... another matter entirely.

This’ll be the last update for this year, so it’s my Christmas posting for you, my readers, who I am very thankful to have! I’m glad to be able to share my brainchild to the world and I thank you so much for reading! Always, always <3

This may be my last TSL update but not my last post for the year... at least it depends on how fast I can get around to it. But I’m planning on dabbling in the modern AU and posting a smutty one-shot that will just not leave my brain and so I have no choice but to write it. Hopefully I can get it done before the year ends, if not... I can hail the New Year with good sexy smutty goodness.

Tagging: @princess-okkotsu​​ @lukepattersin​ @aki-and-saltfish​​

#eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #snk x reader #aot x reader #eren jeager x reader #Eren Jaeger #eren yeager #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

[redjaybathood]

(am I writing jaytim (?) dick killed joker au after yesterday? yeah and what about it)

Jason never liked the "come back wrong" trope. He feels vindicated, now, walking the streets of his hometown and not recognizing anything at all.

He didn't come back wrong. It was everything else that turned topsy-turvy.

Even this one thing he wanted more than anything else - Joker being six feet under - was messed up. Nightwing was the one who did it. And while he didn't turn himself in, he didn't stick around either. Dick Grayson turned his badge in, leaving Bludhaven PD the same nightmare of corruption and institutional racism, and was globe-hopping with Arsenal (who lost his daughter, and even a chance of getting revenge, seeing as Oliver Queen shot the bastard and was awaiting trial, currently) and Starfire (Jason wasn't sure what that was about). 

And Bruce, he got himself a new Robin. But it alone wasn't what made him feel sick.

With Joker being long gone before Jason finished his training with All-Caste, with Gotham being raised to the ground and rebuilt again, now with cheap materials in even poorer neighborhoods, boondocks; while fancier districts like Fashion, or West End, had historical landmarks erased, and the stupid ceiling-to-floor windows of business centers and shopping malls came into being instead. Come on, this is just a trauma due to a shockwave from an explosion nearby, waiting to happen! And these monuments to corporate greed served the community none, taking up valuable public space.

But most importantly, people.

Yeah, Joker was gone. But, as he traced the information by reports, official and not so much, of what happened during No Man's Land (how did it happen? How did it happen?)... Gangs got much more power than before. That time when the only way you could survive was being in a gang, with a top honcho telling you what to do, or you would literally starve... It changed Gothamites for the worse. It didn't help that companies like Luthorcorp were "helping" with rebuilding efforts, pocketing much of the city relief fund and taking contracts from local enterprises. Didn't help that freaks like Two-Face, Penguin, and Scarface, who stayed in Gotham, got more power after they stuck it out. Mafias were weaker, sure. Street-level gangs wised up.

It all made Jason want to go mad. Except that wasn't a luxury he could afford now.

See, along with the intel gathering, one of the first things Jason had done after getting into Gotham was check on his old connections. Not Batman - he knew about Robin, and he was yet to decide what he wanted to do about it. He was putting off any confrontation before that.

But his friends - people he mostly left behind after Bruce picked him up.

And, see, here's the thing. While he was still alive, he kept tabs on them. He knew when Harlowes moved to a new house. He was able to sneak Max some money - he didn't even ask Bruce for it. Won in a poker game with Two-Face, at some point before he found out he killed Willis. He was worried about Numbers' decision to apply to military school, so asked Bruce to find a good one, if there was such a thing. He ran a background check on Gabbie's fiance and warned her anonymously about him scamming his past girlfriends. After Chris, Jason asked Bruce about setting up a fund to help with legal representation for youthful offenders.

It wasn't much. They, Max said once, would rather have him there, with them. Not with them, with them, living in the slums. They knew he was better off living conditions-wise being off the streets than on them. But just like, hanging out. Talking to them for more than 5 minutes when he dropped something off - it felt like charity, like he was buying off his guilty conscience that he didn’t want to be seen with them anymore.

Yeah, but Jason could not be in three places at once. And if Robin was his job, and Jason Wayne was his cover for said job, Jason Todd had to give way. Every time.

Until there was nothing more to give.

But even after his death, Gotham still took from him.

The worst thing, the thing he didn't think he would ever be able to forgive himself, was Max Dawkins. Dead at seventeen. Few weeks before Jason came back home. At the time Jason probably was still doing katas, or kissing Essence under a three-thousands years old tree that was vaguely related to sycamores, now. Or was training his vision to focus on the future with his right eye and the past with his left. 

Point is, Jason doesn't even know and will never know, and it doesn't even matter, because Max won't be any less dead.

Overdose, can you believe that? Max didn't even sniff glue when they were both young and stupid. They want to believe he would go hard on speed after receiving acceptance letter with full ride scholarship for GCU? He wanted to drag the cops who closed the file on Max as soon as the medical examiner sewed him back, onto the street, behind the dumpster his body was left behind, and...

He stopped that trail of thought. Fumbled for the phone. Opened BetterMe Mental Health app. Grief, his plan for today said.

He put the headphones in.

Three minutes later, he stood up straight and cracked his neck this side and that. What he loved about this app was, unlike with Ducra, it was a really low-commitment, no risk of being thrown out of his own body on astral plane, meditation. It wasn't a panacea, but it helped. He wasn't throwing things around, he wasn't screaming at no one, he wasn't crying. He was breathing evenly. He was thinking straight.

The report he stole said the body was in the morgue, still. Unclaimed. The autopsy was obviously a hack job, with inconsistencies showing how little the ME cared about a dead guy nobody will come to claim. It's not like he will get an opportunity to recommend a respectable funeral home to make sure your loved ones were comfortable on their last journey - and that the ME gets his kickback. Now, though, this guy will find out what a real kick in the back feels like.

No. He can't make noise.

He got Talia to agree to reinstate him among the living, legally-speaking (done thanks to her contacts in Qurac councilship), and then take her last name.

It was the most 'fuck you, Bruce' way for Jason to return to the States. He was alive again, and Bruce had no idea, and he wouldn't, because Jason Head nee Todd wasn't his in any way. Anymore. But if he wanted to keep it from Bruce without going fake identity for the rest of his life, he needed to be low-key.

So. Jason Head went to the city morgue as himself - but also a third cousin twice removed of Maximillian Dawkins' maternal aunt. Which, actually, was the truth. There was a reason Max was tasked by his grandma to hang out with him from time to time when things went rough at home. That, and Catherine never liked Chris.

Good judgment, if only she could apply it to Willis as well.

He waved a couple of hundred dollars bills around. Said he wanted to take Max to bury him - but he also wanted to find out what actually happened. And couldn't they redo the autopsy? 

They could, agreed the guy. He even allowed Jason to be present.

Downstairs, they almost ran into a girl. Despite the poor lighting, Jason didn't plan to take off his sunglasses, hat, or a jacket that added bulk to his shoulders, not until he needed to put on a white suit and protective mask, glasses and gloves. He still managed to see the way her makeup was a touch overdone, didn't mash with the brand clothes she was wearing, and the hair, he was pretty sure, was a wig.

He noted the name and the bullshit excuse the girl gave, and stopped trying to supress his irritation and impatience.

The girl gave him a once-over too. Asked why he was there. Jason told the truth: he was here for his nephew, preparing for the burial.

"Why not during working hours?"

"Because I work during working hours," Jason explained to her. "Nobody is going to give me a day off, doesn't matter if I'm his only family."

"Capitalism," the girl sighed.

Jason huffed a laugh.

"Yeah, I don't think I would have paid leave for this somewhere like China or North Korea. It's funny but the exploitation of the working class doesn't stop regardless of what fancy words they use to keep the sheep complacent."

"Are you an anarchist?" The girl eyed him warily and even moved a bit back, almost dropping into a defensive stance.

"What I am is tired and have a long to-do list, ma'am." He stepped closer to the opposite wall and motioned for her to go on.

She caught herself not quite finished mouthing off "ma'am" and finally, thankfully, left. Jason looked at her gait, slightly swaying on way too high heels (in Jason's estimate, anyway; he would never be able to walk a step in them).

"Are all of your doctors so..." He said when he caught the ME looking at her as well.

He didn't like that gaze.

"Fine?"

"Rude."

#jason todd #my fics #dick killed joker au #max honey i am so sorry for fridging you again you deserve better

[erscogadatabase]

20: A Very Belated Very Erscoga Christmas #4... Probably.

Date: 3-3-2024 IDST

(It’s a beautiful, temperate day on Termata. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming… and Nalitie is balanced precariously on a step ladder inside the Spectre Opera House, trying to put the star on a very large Christmas tree. There’s a table set out with a decent looking spread (minus the questionable chip dip from last time) and banners set up in the Erscogan national colors. It is August.)

Nalitie: *struggling* Dang, I feel like we just had Christmas earlier this year… Maybe we should just leave this stuff up in case Christmas strikes when we’re not ready.

Dukermin: *outside hanging lights* What? Did you say something??

Nalitie: Nevermind… *climbing down the ladder very slowly*

(Christine brings out a large cake and sets it on the table. It may or may not be Human SOUL flavored. Ask Erik! Tobias trails along beside her. She tells them not to swipe any frosting.)

Dukermin: *heads back inside* Merry Christmas everybody! You know this time only comes once (or twice or three times) a year so lets make it count!

Nalitie: Do we have guests this year? I made sure to send out invitations but with how our mail and stuff has been acting up… 

Dukermin: Mickey whipped up a special surprise this year! They’ll show up later to set them off!

Nalitie: “They”? That’s new. 

Dukermin: Well I realized that Mickey has never actually told me their pronouns? I just assume because like it’s Mickey Mouse but we have never really spoken aside from that lovely serenade during the war since we got married so I’ve been wondering…

Nalitie: Ah, gotcha. Let’s see, I sent invitations out to everyone on Pluto, now that they’ve rebuilt after the whole. Uh… Narissa getting killed thing. And I tried to mail some to Lux and Dunkel but I’m not sure that they ever get my mail?? Cause my pigeons never come back when I send them there… 

Dukermin: Hmm thats suspicious. Hopefully they’re not trying to contact us about any terrible crises or anything like that.

Nalitie: Yeah… We kinda dropped the ball with Pluto. Hopefully the ambiguously Human SOUL-flavored cake is a good apology though. 

(The cake, to Nalitie’s request, has “I’M SORRY PLUTO” frosted on it in big letters, followed by a much smaller “Merry Christmas!”)

AE Tobias: *eyeing the frosting*

Christine: *busy making sure ET doesn’t crawl anywhere he’s not supposed to*

Dukermin: *eyeing AE Tobias and gives a warning glare* *points to the frosting then makes a throat slash gesture*

AE Tobias: *backs away from the cake, disappointed* *sadly* no touch… 

Dukermin: *To Nalitie* So should we go check on… one of the many places we should check on?

Nalitie: Yeah, we can invite people in-person. It means more, anyway. Where do we want to start? Our guest list was pretty much everyone in Erscoga. 

Dukermin: Maybe lets do Dunkel, but we still have some setting up to do here before we bring people over. *starts arranging centerpieces*

(Everyone continues decorating, with light Christmas music playing in the background, when there’s a sudden, small earthquake.)

Nalitie: *stops and looks around* … 

Dukermin: *dropped the centerpieces* :(

Christine: What was that? *soothing ET*

Dukermin: *Hot gluing centerpieces back together* Just a little earthquake I think, its probably nothing.

Nalitie: Yeah, I mean. We have a lot of new plot developments settling since last doc, so maybe it’s just that. Anyway, it’s Christmas, and nothing bad ever happens on Christmas! 

Dukermin: So True! Anyway! Lets leave this place and go to Dunkel.

Nalitie: Heck yeah… *to Christine* Are you good watching the kids, Car… Christine? Willia… Willy is in the other room, but I can take one of the kids with me if you want.

Dukermin: Wait a second, did we ever get the Universal Translator ? I know our mail has been a little weird. 

Nalitie: Yeah! *pulls a small device out of her pocket* *it looks vaguely like a walkman* They sent this over a couple months ago, after we sent that first shipment.

Dukermin:  Oooh gimme *snatch*

Nalitie: Be careful with it, we only have one and our agreement never specified if they’d send us another one… 

Dukermin: I'll be so careful until we can get it to Alphys to make more and then I can break it all I want.

Christine: *continuing the conversation thread from many lines ago* Actually, if you could take Lisa and Leonarda, that would be nice. 

Nalitie: On it! *runs into the other room* *comes back absolutely engulfed in small children* to Dunkel!

Dukermin: *lunchboxes to Dunkel*

(You have arrived on Dunkel. It is very dark and you cannot see anything.) 

Dukermin: *puts on cool DunkelVision glasses that she's painted flames on even though you can't really see that on Dunkel*

Nalitie: Oh, right. *digging in her pockets* *eventually fishes hers out and puts them on as well*

Lisa and Leonarda: *not sure if they like the darkness* *babbling*

Dukermin: Alright… where did we end up.

(You’ve arrive just outside of a large city, there’s a sign that says New Prosperite. The buildings are low to the ground and tightly compacted with one another. A few people are outside but they all seem to be in a hurry to get indoors.)

Nalitie: *yelling into the streets, in English which most of them probably don’t speak fluently* Hello citizens of Dunkel!!! Come to our Christmas Party!!!

Dunkelian: *yells at Nalitie in Dunkelian and gestures wildly at a building*

Dukermin: Uhh they said to get inside… And a bunch of other stuff that the translator didnt catch.

Nalitie: Uhhh ok??? That’s not where our SUPER COOL party is though.

Dunkelians: *yanking children off the sidewalk and throwing them indoors*

Nalitie: Maybe this is part of their Christmas traditions and that’s why they never come to our parties??? *finding the nearest building*

(From beyond the city, you hear a deep rumble, then are blinded as your Dunkelvision goggles are bombarded with a harsh white light. You hear creaking as some of the buildings are bathed in the light.)

Lisanarda: *crying, naturally*

Nalitie: WTF was that???

Dukermin: Uhhhhh *goes inside*

Nalitie: *also goes inside* *phone starts ringing obnoxiously* *fishing around in her pockets*

(The place you’ve entered seems like someone's home. A Dunkelian pokes her head out from a trapdoor in the ground and ushers you down into a cellar.)

Nalite: *on the phone, looking concerned* Uhh ok. Thanks… *hangs up* Santa says Christine says there was another big earthquake on Termata… I don’t know why she didn’t just call me directly??? 

Dukermin: Who would have ever guessed that that little earthquake would be a bad sign!!?

Dunkelian: *has taken a seat on a mat on the floor next to a pair of children and an older Dunkelian. She invites the two of you to sit as well* We’ll be stuck here for a bit I’m assuming so make yourselves comfortable

Nalitie: *did not catch any of that, is still standing around* So is this all part of your Christmas or something? Seems. Um. Intense and unnecessary???

Dukermin: She says we’ll be stuck for a bit which is not great considering the termata thing? You can ask *gives Nalitie the translator*

Nalitie: Oh ok *puts it on* *to the Dunkelians* can you understand me now? *is talking in their language without realizing it*

Dukermin: Thats rad

Dunkelians: *nod*

OG Dunkelian: Can you understand us? Did you catch that thing about making yourselves comfortable? I can get you a tea… or like a snack?? We’ve stocked this cellar up now because of the situation…

Nalitie: I’m good right now. *to Dukermin* do you want tea?

Dukermin: I am curious about what tea made of darkness is like but maybe we shouldn’t mess with that right now…

Nalitie: *to the Dunkelians* We’re OK for now. So what’s with the giant Christmas light thing? That seems… Like I love that y’all are celebrating the season but it kinda hurts the eyes??? *oblivious to what’s actually going on*

OG Dunkelian: Christmas? We haven’t been able to celebrate anything in months. The “Light Show” is not of our doing. Who are you??

Nalitie: Wait you guys aren’t responsible for that big light??? But it came from your planet??? 

OG Dunkelian: What are you personally responsible for every little thing that happens on the planet that you live on??

Nalitie: I mean. Kind of. Not entirely, I guess, Dukermin and I share that responsibility. 

OG Dunkelian: Oh. Wait a second. I know that name. Dukermin and uh… you are?

Nalitie: *dodging the question* Yeah, Dukermin and I are the queens! *points to Dukermin* That’s Dukermin over there.

Older Dunkelian: *elbows the OG Dunkelian aggressively*

OG: Ow! Pardon my… disrespect, my queens! I did not realize you were… anyway. My name is Maestri and this is my mother Cuber. I’m surprised you don’t know more about our situation…

(There’s another deep rumble from above and some dust slips through the floorboards)

Nalitie: Yeah we’ve been getting that a lot lately… *to Dukermin* Did you know anything about the situation happening here on Dunkel? 

Dukermin: *shrugs* We’ve been here like… thrice. 

Nalitie: I guess. *to the Dunkelians* Y’all should have. like. called or sent us a letter or something. 

Maestri: Mother, didn’t you say that the elders had tried sending letters? We receive the pigeons and send them back wth distressing messages.

Cuber: *nods* You haven’t received the pigeons?

Nalitie: Oh… no, we haven’t. Are all of my pigeons stuck here on Dunkel??? *to Dukermin* dude we really need to get our mail system checked out. Apparently we’ve been missing mail for a long time. No wonder the electric company keeps sending people to my house claiming I haven’t paid any of my bills. 

Dukermin: Man and I thought the pigeon system was flawless. Glad I don’t have electricity in my cave.

Nalitie: Yeah, but you DO have a magic man who can make lights out of nothing. With a stick. 

Dukermin: Yeah but hes super petty about it. 

Maestri: *Only catching Nalitie's half of the conversation* This doesn't seem pressing. Anyway, you’re not beings of darkness… perhaps you could take a look? 

Nalitie: I mean… we can. How come you guys can’t? I’ve seen Dunkelians on our other planets before… Is there something weird about this light that I should know about? I have kids I don’t want my face blasted off. 

Maestri: Well number one… Im not a mercenary or anything and its not my job to go inspect creepy lights. That was rude.

Cuber: *glares disapprovingly at Maestri* These lights… nobody has gotten near them. They first appeared in the Wilderness. But they’ve steadily started showing up closer to civilization and in increasing frequency. We’re worried they’re connected to the beasts in some way, but we dont know for sure. It also could be connected to Lux, even though there is a truce, we don’t want a war. And going over there guns-a-blazing is not going to make a good impression.

Nalitie: We don’t want a war either, NO WAR. Yeah, Dukermin and I can take a look. *to Dukermin* Hm… between the stuff going on here and the earthquakes, do you think whatever’s happening is happening on all of the planets? Maybe we just can’t see it because it’s already light everywhere else?

Dukermin: Hmm perhaps, I mean this light seems insanely bright here but could be very normal anywhere else I guess.

Nalitie: Ok, so we should go check that out, see what’s up. *has not filled Dukermin in at ALL* *starts leaving*

Dukermin: Oh cool guess were leaving *leaves*

(You leave Maestri and Cuber’s house without saying goodbye.)

(You once again are blinded by the light. It seems to be coming from about a half a mile outside the city. The streets are empty and the buildings crackle, scattering dark dust everywhere. Once your eyes adjust, you can make out what looks like a perfect cylinder of light coming from about a half mile outside of the city.)

Nalitie: Let’s go I guess! *heading off in that direction*

Dukermin: *follows staying as far away from buildings as possible*

(As you approach the light you can hear very confused voices and see figures milling about, may with arms outstretched)

Voice 1: Oh shoot is this moon eclipsed??

Voice 2: No i checked I swear! Maybe we failed to make quota??

Voice 3: *in the distance* 💧︎🕆︎👌︎☺︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ 📂︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎✍︎

Voice 4: *in the distance in the other direction* Paimon doesn’t think we’re in Teyvat anymore… 

Dukermin: Hello??

Voice 2: OH SHOOT IS THAT A SKINWALKER STAY AWAY I THOUGHT I DELETED THAT MOD

Voice 4: Hello!!! 

Voice 3: 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎📬︎📬︎📬︎✍︎

Nalitie: *fishing a flashlight out of her pockets* I don’t think they have DunkelVision… *turns it on, shines it at Dukermin* EVERYONE COME OVER HERE!!! FOLLOW THE LIGHT!!!

Voice 1: *takes out their flashlight too * Is this an Easter Egg orrrr..??

Voice 4: Look, over there! I can see a person, Traveller, we should go say hi! 

Dukermin: *to nalitie* So… this is more silly portal stuff…

Nalitie: I guess, yeah. Crazy that it’s so bright here, though? But I guess if you’re portalling somewhere that’s NOT made of darkness, it’s gonna look pretty crazy. Don’t know why it’s destroying the towns, though??? 

Voice 3: *still standing at a distance* *to self* ✂︎💣︎✌︎👎︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 👎︎✌︎☼︎😐︎☠︎☜︎💧︎💧︎✂︎✍︎

(Two of the figures have made their way close to you. One of them is a girl with blonde hair with cool-looking flowers tucked into it. She’s wearing a white dress and carrying a sword. A very small person with a blue scarf hovers near her shoulder.) 

Dukermin: Welcome to Dunkel! We’re not sure how or why you ended up here, but you’re here now! 

Voice 4: Dunkel? I’ve never heard of that before. Oh! Paimon’s Paimon, and this is the Traveller! What’s your name? 

Dukermin: Dukermin’s Dukermin, and this is the Nalitie!

Nalitie: “The” Nalitie??? Anyway. Oh, and these are Lisa and Leonarda, my kids *gestures awkwardly* *looking into the distance, forgetting to point the flashlight at people* Who are your friends over there?

Paimon: Friends over where? *did not know that anyone else was here, just heard indistinguishable voices in the distance*

Nalitie: Oh, right… *shines the flashlight over at the people who also have flashlights* Hello! You over there, you should come say hi!

(You see four people in orange jumpsuits and full-face helmets. Two of them are pointing their flashlights at the other two which are doing a little dance. They stop and point at you two before walking over)

Voice 3: *is too far away to see any of what’s happening, can only perceive vague silhouettes of people* 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✋︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✍︎

Nalitie: *to the jumpsuited people* Yes hello, what are your names?

Jumpsuit person: I’m Employee 1, and this is Employee 2, and Employee 3, and Employee 4. Do you also work for the Company?

Nalitie: Um. *to Dukermin* Quoi istest ie thas Diction Game cheulgen… *to the Employees* No, I don’t think so. Um… so are those your names or your titles? 

Employee 2: We call each other by many names. So the title is most effective at this time.

Nalitie: I see… 

Voice 3: *muttering to self in the distance* 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎☼︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎📫︎👌︎☜︎❄︎🕈︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎❄︎☜︎📪︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎☟︎✌︎🏱︎💧︎✍︎

Nalitie: Well, welcome to Erscoga, I guess. *gestures with flashlight to Dukermin* This is Dukermin, and we’re the queens here in this dimension. You can’t see anything because we’re on the planet Dunkel right now, and Dunkel is made of darkness, so that’s why you can only see us and each other with the flashlights.

Paimon: Woah! Paimon has never been in a place like Dunkel before! 

Dukermin: It’s rather unique! Say, do any of you remember like… what you were doing before coming here? Like… did you… enter this portal of your own freewill or did you just.. Find yourselves here…?

Paimon: Er… *thinking* Paimon doesn’t remember. Do you, Traveller? 

Traveller: *pauses for a moment* *shakes head*

Employees: *point at each other*

Employee 1: I think we were just… on the ship? Or maybe we weren’t? Yeah I don’t remember either.

Nalitie: *shining flashlight into the distance, towards Voice 3* *yelling because they’re far away* HEY GUy Over There you should come over and introduce yourself!!! No point in walking around in the dark alone!!!! *waving flashlight like a laser pointer at a cat*

Voice 3: *can’t quite make them out, but starts heading over* *stops about halfway, as soon as they can see that you are a group of humans* ✏︎✏︎✏︎

Dukermin: pspspspsps

Nalitie: Yes hello you were doing very good, but we are over here *waving flashlight more insistently*

Voice 3: ☠︎⚐︎📬︎

Dukermin: Oh you sound kinda familiar..?

Nalitie: *tilting head, thinking* Yeah, you do. *louder, to Voice 3* Do we know you????

Voice 3: *you can’t tell, but they sound derisive* ✋︎ 👎︎⚐︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎ 💧︎🕆︎🏱︎🏱︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎🕯︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎💧︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎🏱︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎✋︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎❄︎☟︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ ☼︎✌︎👍︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎☼︎✍︎

Nalitie: Uh we can’t understand you but if you come closer you would probably be in range of our Universal Translator and we could talk!!! Also, like, we can all go to one of the planets where we can see stuff rather than fumbling around in the dark, I don’t have any more sets of DunkelVision on me at the moment… *carefully walking closer, also wants to get a look at the portal before it closes*

Voice 3: *backing away, magic coalescing at their fingertips* 

Nalitie: *trying to peer into the portal* *catches a glimpse of some rainbow colors before the portal closes*

(Everything is dark now, except for whatever is in your flashlight beams.)

Nalitie: *stumbles* Dang! I have no idea what that was… *to Voice 3, yelling only a little because they’re far away* Anyway do you remember how you got here???

Voice 3: ✋︎🕯︎💣︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📬︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ✋︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ 👎︎⚐︎✋��☠︎☝︎✍︎

Dukermin: Hmmm he seems angry…

Nalitie: *to Dukermin* Laet unum ienens acna Termata… unis alalnic prohe acna querum… 

Dukermin: gucte ansil. *Sets up a lunchbox portal to Termata Opera House* Head on in everybody!

Paimon: Ooh, what’s that? *has never seen a lunchbox in her life*

Dukermin: This is like… our method of transportation. We’re gonna go to a cool christmas party and… not be here in the darkness.

Paimon: *has never heard of Christmas* *to her companion* What do you think, Traveller? We should go, right?

Traveller: *shrugs*

Nalitie: *heads back over to the group* Here, I’ll show you how! We have it set up so all you have to do is climb in! *does that, looking awkward squeezing into a tiny lunchbox with two almost-one-year-old infants strapped to her body*

Employees: *point at the thing and one by one go through*

Paimon and Traveller: *follow*

Voice 3: *still standing in the distance, squinting suspiciously*

Dukermin: You too! *Cosmic bubbles him and slam dunks him into the portal* *Follows behind*

Voice 3: *flailing uselessly*

(Everyone tumbles out in the Spectre Opera House, in the middle of the Christmas party. Things are hopping compared to when you left. Sans, true to form, has set up a “fruit punch slip’n’slide” and is charging like 5 Loaves per person. Papyrus is nagging him for it. Christine is re-arranging presents underneath the Christmas tree while Willy and Steven read a story to the Tobiases. Doug and Homeless Henry have returned, for actual Christmas this time and not the bean convention. Artemis is in the corner, admiring the lights, and Bruce is playing with her squirrel. Ask Erik! Tobias squeals as everyone comes crashing onto the dance floor in a heap.)

Dukermin: *forgot to take off DunkelVision glasses and screams in agony before ripping them off*

Nalitie: *squinting, feeling around her face to take hers off* 

Lisanarda: *asleep after being in the dark for so long*

Traveller: *stands up, squinting around while her eyes adjust* ???

Paimon: *sees the food on the table* Woah…. Is this some sort of party??? *to Dukermin* Can we have some?!!

Dukermin: Yes go ahead! Merry Christmas!

Papyrus: *goes off to visit with Henry and Doug*

Voice 3: *you can see now that he’s a skeleton in a dark sweater and a long white coat, with glasses taped to his face. He looks… concerned.* *in the cosmic bubble, freaking out* 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎💣︎ ✋︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☝︎☜︎❄︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎✍︎ *probably eye-glowing in some sort of freaked-out way*

Dukermin: Oh sorry about that *frees him*

Nalitie: *once again tries to go over to talk using the Universal Translator* Hello this is our Christmas Party! We’re on the planet Termata now so we can see! Can you tell us your name? 

Voice 3: *distracted, sees Sans in the corner* ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎📫︎📫︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎☜︎✌︎☼︎✋︎☠︎☝︎✍︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☝︎☜︎❄︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎✍︎ *storms over there*

Dukermin: Heyyy skeleton pals! That's wild, but I don't know if you’re from the same thing..?

Sans: *sees Voice 3 coming* heyo buddy, it’s 5 loaves to go on this slip’n’slide. unless you’re looking for the special discount, in which case it’s 6.

Voice 3: *stops in his tracks, utterly baffled by the string of words that Sans just said* ✂︎💧︎☹︎✋︎🏱︎🕯︎☠︎🕯︎💧︎☹︎✋︎👎︎☜︎✂︎✍︎ ✂︎☹︎⚐︎✌︎✞︎☜︎💧︎✂︎✍︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎✌︎☹︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✌︎👌︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎✍︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☝︎☜︎❄︎ ⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☹︎✌︎👌︎✍︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 💧︎🕆︎👌︎☺︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ 📄︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✌︎☹︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✍︎

Dukermin: *to Nalitie* This guy seems real interested in the slip’n’side, maybe it’s a skeleton thing.?

Nalitie: I guess… *squinting suspiciously now that she can see him, he seems familiar* *gives the translator to Dukermin* maybe you could try getting close enough to talk to him?

Dukermin: Mission Accepted. *somersaults under the table towards the slip’n’slide*

Sans: *to Voice 3* so uh… did you come over here just to stare at me or are you gonna ride the slip’n’slide? dunno about you, but 4 out of 10 folks at this party have said it’s pretty fun. 

Dukermin: *using the universal translator as a walkie talkie even though no ones on the other end* I’ve approached the target, attempting translation now. *beep boop*

Voice 3: *doesn’t notice that she’s there yet, still thinking about Sans* *muttering to self* ✋︎ 👎︎⚐︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎ ☼︎☜︎👍︎✌︎☹︎☹︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎✌︎☼︎😐︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎👍︎☜︎🖴︎ ✋︎☞︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☞︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ✌︎☞︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ 💣︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☝︎☜︎❄︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ 👌︎☜︎☞︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ✋︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎✍︎

Universal Translator: I DON'T RECALL SEEING YOU IN THAT DARK PLACE; IF YOU FELL AFTER ME THEN HOW DID YOU GET HERE BEFORE I DID?

Dukermin: Hm. Don’t know what that means. *attempts to silently get Sans’s attention by waving*

Sans: *has become uncomfortable with the guy staring at him and muttering to himself in a language he can’t understand, looks around* *sees Dukermin* oh, hey. wanna ride the slip’n’slide? with the royal discount, it’s only 8 loaves.

Dukermin: *facepalms and checks to see if voice 3 noticed her*

Voice 3: *did in fact notice her* *has his arm outstretched, hand glowing blue like he tried to do something* *whatever it was didn’t work and he looks at his hand, confused*

Dukermin: *waves awkwardly at voice 3 from under the table* So uhhh… come here often?

Voice 3: Who are you and how did you bring me here? I know humans are unthinkably powerful, but you’re not gods. 

Dukermin: Welllll… nevermind. We didn’t do this. We’re as confused as you are. My name is Dukermin, and the other human that was with me is Nalitie. *still under the table*

Nalitie: *off in the background, sharing a cupcake with Ask Erik! Tobias* *has given Lisanarda to Willy Wonka for the moment*

Dukermin: Who are you?

Voice 3: *muttering to himself again* perhaps some sort of alternate reality? If the CORE functions by maintaining an uncollapsed quantum state over a large homogeneous mass of magic[1], then…

AE Tobias: *has been going around talking to all of the new people* *has heard Voice 3 talking and comes running over* is void friend! but different? ✋︎ 💣︎✋︎💧︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🖳︎✆︎

Dukermin: Did Tobias just speak in wingdings…? Anyway hmm so void friend plus skeleton plus knowing Sans plus wingdings… Nalitie knows something about this.

Voice 3: *is staring at Tobias like they have three heads* How on Earth…?

Tobias: 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ⚐︎☠︎ 🏱︎☹︎🕆︎❄︎⚐︎✍︎

Voice 3: *squinting suspiciously at the obviously human child who should not be able to understand Wingdings, much less speak in them*

Dukermin: Hey Nalitie are you getting any of this?

Nalitie: *is way across the room sampling beans*

Dukermin: *To Voice 3* You stay here. *runs to Nalitie and relays information about tobias knowing voice 3 from the void, knowing sans but sans doesn't know him, wingdings, uhhhh yeah thats the main stuff*

Nalitie: Oh THAT’S where I know that guy from!!! *yelling across the room obnoxiously* You’re Dr. Gaster and you made the CORE in the Underground! How did you get here, do you remember what happened before you got to Dunkel??? 

Party Guests: *turning to stare*

Tobias: *running over to Nalitie* is friend! Is void friend! 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎☜︎✏︎

Nalitie: *concerned look at her roommates mysterious child from the void, thinking about other weird things they’ve done since coming to Erscoga* Ok.

Gaster: *heard “you made the CORE”* *walking over so that they stop yelling, but maintaining a respectable distance* Ah, so you’ve heard about my work? Of course you have, I'm responsible for every great accomplishment of my species. Well... almost every accomplishment. Really, in a sense, you're privileged to know me.[1] *is wary, but also very conceited when it comes to his work*

Dukermin: oh that’s interesting hmm… I thought we brought every Undertale character over that… you know… existed ..

Nalitie: *to Gaster* did you miss coming through the Erscoga hole the first time? Cause we opened that to land on Pluto, not Dunkel…

Dukermin: How could we have missed someone though? Like if we were being selective even accidentally why would we have a flowey. 

Nalitie: Also, didn’t Mettaton mention once that you guys met a Frisk who fell into a totally empty Underground? You’d think that if there was just one monster left in the Underground, they’d be able to find them… the Underground’s not THAT big…

Gaster: *is trying to follow the conversation but has no idea about the whole “we ground severed everyone out of the Underground” thing and is confused* What do you mean an “empty Underground?” What is this “Erscoga hole” you keep talking about?

Dukermin: The Hole to Erscoga of course. Ok so… you know about the character so obviously this character like is a thing, but somehow is like… disconnected from the.. I guess physical Undertale location because… Wait where do you live?

Gaster: Why would I tell two human strangers where I live?

Dukermin: Like you live with the other monsters right? Not on some secluded desert island that we might have missed with the ground sever tool?

Gaster: “Ground sever tool”?

Dukermin: Y know like we would use to sever the ground to then put in the hole to Erscoga.

Gaster: *squinting suspiciously at Dukermin*

(As you continue going back and forth about Erscoga-specific terms in very vague ways, you hear a large clap of thunder. The ground shakes again, this time harder than before. Christine catches a bowl of chips before they can land on Erscoga Tobias, who has been crawling around near the table. Sans slips on his fruit punch slip’n’slide. The lights flicker momentarily.)

Dukermin: Oh yeah that’s happening too.

Nalitie: Maybe we should go see if that’s happening elsewhere, too… Or if there’s any portals happening with those earthquakes, like on Dunkel…

Dukermin: Yeah, we do need to figure out whats going on because the portals seem to really be messing with the Dunkelians buildings.

Gaster: *deep in thought* Portals…? *thinking about an experiment he did somewhat recently that went BADLY*

Nalitie: Ugh hopefully that’s not messing with the buildings here on Termata, we’ve already had so much building to do on Pluto. Also hopefully there’s nothing messing with the buildings on Pluto, we JUST rebuilt again. 

Dukermin: if we’re going to pluto, we should bring Gaster, because it might give us some answers on why we missed him the first time… *preps a lunchbox*

Gaster: I’m not going anywhere with you. Why should I trust you when apparently you’ve been abducting monsters?

Dukermin: Yeah yeah yeah *puts him in a bubble and sends him through*

Nalitie: *follows* 

(You arrive on Pluto. Something has, in fact, been messing with the buildings on Pluto. Undyne’s newly-rebuilt house is OK and no longer on fire, but there are a bunch of melted holes in her yard. The newly-rebuilt Best Western is mostly OK, but there’s a large hole underneath one wing of the hotel that looks precarious. Papyrus’s shed is still surrounded by yellow police tape, but their house looks ok. Alphys’s lab is at a much less violent angle than before, because the ground on one side of the hole it’s been sitting in is melted. The surface of Pluto is pock-marked with holes of various sizes.)

(Callie and Chara are sitting in their box, unperturbed. Undyne is filling in a hole with the help of a red-haired guy in a large black coat that you don’t recognize. Two surprisingly normal-looking men are gazing up at the Mettaton statue on the Callie/Sans box in wonder.  A pink-haired woman with a monocle is taking pictures of Papyrus’s shed.)

Nalitie: Oh. Well that’s not as bad as usual, I guess. 

Gaster: *tumbling around in the bubble* *probably cursing at them* … is that my house?

Dukermin: Wait which one is your house??

Gaster: *is attempting to stand up, but can’t because he’s in a round bubble* *looking at Sans’n’Pap’s house*

Dukermin: Ohhh so yeah this doesn't make sense *frees him*

Nalitie: *walking towards Sans’n’Pap’s house* This one? *falls in a hole because she’s not watching where she’s going and becomes soaked and COLD*

Dukermin: *helps Nalitie out of the wet and cold* Soo you did live in Monster Town so you definitely should have been picked up with everyone else… Unless… 

Gaster: “Monster Town”?

Nalitie: Oh, actually, if anyone is going to know our mystery guest maybe it would be Asgore. He probably took a census at some point, right?

Gaster: *is very confused by everything that’s happening* You know Asgore…? 

Dukermin: Do you know Asgore?

Gaster: … Of course I do. He is my king, just as he is for any other monster. 

Dukermin: And yet… Its almost as if you… *turns to camera* don’t exist…

Camera girl: *snaps picture of Dukermin and jets off*

Gaster: I beg your pardon??? I’ll have you know that I am a well-known monster in the Underground, responsible for our civilization’s main power source and many other groundbreaking discoveries as the Royal Scientist! 

Dukermin: Sans didn’t seem to have any idea who you were.. And yes we know that you’re the Royal Scientist… like by word of mouth only.

Nalitie: Uh isn’t Alphys the Royal Scientist? 

Gaster: ???

Dukermin: So maybe we should go talk to Alphys, theoretically she should know you really well if you worked on the CORE

Nalitie: That’s a good idea. This way! *going over to Alphys’s lab, shivering and trying not to fall in any more holes* Is it just me or is the door closer to the ground than usual? *looking at the ground/holes* 

Dukermin: Sinking probably. It’s fine. They’ve seen worse.

(After less climbing than usual, you enter Alphys’s lab. The lights are off, and the door into the True Lab is open. Piggy and the Narrator are here, looking frightened.)

Dukermin: Oh heyyy how’s it going? Probably not great…

Nalitie: How did you guys get up here? I thought you lived downstairs. Anyway, have you seen Alphys?

Piggy and Narrator: *literally do not know who Alphys is*

Dukermin: Lab coat… yellow…

Narrator: *points at the True Lab door*

Piggy: *grabs his hand to stop him from pointing* Oh no, you don’t want to go down there. Something bad’s happening down there.

Dukermin: That’s fine. Lets go squad *through the door*

(You head down into the True Lab. Gaster seems to recognize the place, but also looks a little lost. You can hear the amalgamates in some of the other rooms and… you think you hear someone crying.) 

Dukermin: Probably want to follow the crying noises, huh? *follows crying noises*

Nalitie: *following her, happy to be indoors and trying to figure out which layers she can shed without being indecent because they’re cold and soaking*

Gaster: *following, shutting up for once* *is looking around and seems to not be finding what he’s looking for*

(As you head down the hall, the crying becomes more distinct, and you can hear Alphys’s voice apologizing, as well as a vague, echoey “nyeh heh” followed by eight repetitions of “who’s there?”)

Dukermin: We’re here, the Queens! And some guy!

(When you step inside the room, you can see Alphys huddled on the ground in the corner. In front of her, standing at like 7 feet tall, is a very squishy-looking being that looks a little bit like Papyrus, if Papyrus normally had Sans glitched through his chest.) 

Dukermin: Oh that’s new.

Gaster: *has never seen an Amalgamate before* Dear God…

Nalitie: Uhhhh that is new. Weren’t Sans and Papyrus just at our party though??? *takes out her phone, attempts to call them…* 

Alphys: *sees everyone* *sobbing* I swear I didn’t do this!!!! T-they just walked in here like this!

Dukermin: We believe you, don’t worry! We’re going to sort this out! There have been some portal shenanigans… anyway… no worries *stares in horror*

Nalitie: The call didn’t go through. *staring up at what’s probably the Papyrus head* Hello there… You’re Sans and Papyrus, right? 

🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴: *says something unintelligible*

Dukermin: Cool. *To Nalitie* Universal Translator didn’t get any of that… It doesn’t seem hostile though..?

Nalitie: *digging through her pockets* Would you like, um… *pulls out some SPLARGH* some cereal? *offers two handfuls*

🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴: *grabs like three pieces with their very goopy hands, shovels them in* frie…nd? (hungry…)

Dukermin: Yyyyes!! Friends!

Gaster: *staring in horror*

Nalitie: *gives them a very careful pat on the Sans head since it’s the only part she can reach* *comes away with sticky hands* There’s lots of friends around here for you… 

🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴: iissss ffriendddd *attempts a hug*

Nalitie: *is now uncomfortably wet AND sticky* OKAy, yep…! Friend… 

Dukermin: Umm.. anyway.. We did come find you for a reason… *scoots past the new friend*

Alphys: *has calmed down a little* *stands up*

Dukermin: *points to Gaster* You know this guy?

Alphys: *thinking very hard about it* Um… I-I don’t um… sorry, no…? *looking him up and down* But um… are… are you… ok? You have uh… *gestures at two very large cracks in his face and what looks like small fractures in other places on his body* 

Gaster: *staring at her in confusion* Alphys…? What do you mean you don’t know who I am? We’ve worked together for years… 

Alphys: *blank stare* I’m uh… I’m sorry, I don’t understand you… 

Dukermin: *Translates for her*

Alphys: I-I’m sorry, I don’t, um… As far as I know I’ve worked alone since, um. For. Uh. P-pretty much the whole time??? (Not, uh, counting Mettaton’s “help” on his body…)

Dukermin: Who all worked on the CORE?

Alphys: *opens mouth to respond* *pauses* *looks very confused* I’m um… I’m not sure, actually. It… It must have been whoever was, um… it must have been the Royal Scientist before me b-but… Now that you mention it I… I don’t… I c-can’t think of who that was…? (I feel like I should know that…)

Dukermin: It’s alright. Have you heard the name Gaster before?

Alphys: *slowly shakes her head*

Gaster: *staring intently* 

Dukermin: Hmmmm… Interesting… something voidy is going on here it seems.

Nalitie: *half-encased in a very goopy hug* Maybe he’s from a different timeline…?

(As you muse about this, the ground beneath the lab shifts. Everyone is thrown off-balance.)

Dukermin: *cosmic bubbles as many as she can as she goes flying*

Everyone: *tumbling around in the cosmic bubbles*

(Eventually, the lab settles again. Everything has been thrown off of the shelves. Nalitie is all tangled up in 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴. Gaster is at the bottom of a bubble, flat on his face in a super undignified manner. Alphys didn’t fare much better.) 

Dukermin: *looks super cool in her cosmic bubble and not undignified cuz she’s used to this stuff* So… anyway.

Nalitie: *getting up, scooting away from 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴 inside the bubble* We should probably figure that out… Alphys, do you wanna keep them *gesturing at 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴* here while we do that? Otherwise uhh… They could go in my bunker??? 

Alphys: *🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴 makes her incredibly uncomfortable but she’s too polite to ask Nalitie to take them with her*

Dukermin: That seems like a good idea. Maybe we should get the lab secured and then set them up at your place.

Nalitie: Yeah, that’s probably good. Christine and the kids should all be at the Christmas party still, so they won’t be uh… freaked out by all of this.

Dukermin: yyyeah. Okay cool any ideas on how to keep the lab from falling in?

Nalitie: Hmm… *taps on the bubble* We’d have to go outside to look but maybe if we just put something under it??? Or we could move it, I guess, but there’s holes all over so I don’t think that would work very well…

Dukermin: *frees everyone from the bubbles* Lets go outside!

Gaster: *falls flat on his face on the ground* *cursing*

Dukermin: *to the outside*

(The giant hole underneath Alphys’s lab is bigger than when you last saw it. If you look inside of it, you can see what looks like an oceanic world. Best not to let the lab fall into that… The half that’s usually buried in the ground is still buried in the ground a little, but the other half of the lab dangles precariously over the hole. It’s nearly in the normal orientation for a building, rather than perpendicular to the ground.) 

Nalitie: *peering into the hole, trying to figure out where that is* *unsure if that’s just what’s always under the Pluto glaciers*

Dukermin: So… do you think these are the portals that have been showing up everywhere or that this is something different?

Nalitie: I mean… it could be. I don’t think we’d really know unless we went in, though. *fishing in her pockets for a rock or something* 

Dukermin: Well now I kinda wanna go in.

(Inside the hole, you see a suspiciously human looking girl swim by, followed closely by a sea lion. She doesn’t appear to be wearing any kind of diving gear. She disappears from view as she crosses the other side of the hole.)

Dukermin: Okay so probably a portal. Unless Pluto is known for having people swimming around near its core…? 

Nalitie: Given the stuff happening on Dunkel, my bet’s on portal, yeah… 

Dukermin: So… I mean it seems like the portal is about done since we can see clear into the … other side. So maybe it would be better to find some way to secure the lab in this location rather than move it since another portal could just appear. Perhaps a hammock or something?

Nalitie: Ooh, yeah… … I don’t have a hammock on me umm *digging in her pockets for something to make a net or something out of.

Alphys: *trying to avoid 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴 without making it seem like that’s what she’s doing*

Gaster: *watching all of this go down with a blank look, unsure what all this portal stuff means*

Dukermin: *checks in her pockets for something too* *pulls out two snails and then puts them back gently* I don’t have anything.

Nalitie: *pulls out the Pocket Magician™* Hey, Pocket Magician™, long time no see… any chance you could magic up a big net for us? 

Pocket Magician ™ : *gasps for air* HELLO HELLO HELLO AUDIENCE!! WHAT A LOVELY DAY IT IS *throws a bunch of tiny cards in the air and they all land in a deck in his hands* PICK A CARD ANY CARD!!!

Nalitie: Um… not sure how that’s gonna help us get a net but… *points at a card*

Gaster: *raises an… eyebrow? brow bone? at whatever this is*

Pocket Magician ™: EXCELLENT CHOICE! NOW ILL JUST PUT THAT BACK IN THE DECK *does a flip up to the tiny card in nalities hand and snatches it* *puts the entire deck into his mouth and chews it up* ALRIGHT NOW CHECK BEHIND YOUR EAR

Nalitie: ????? *does so*

(There is a very tiny card behind Nalitie’s ear, it’s of course your card)

Pocket Magician ™: ILL TAKE THAT BACK IF YOU DON’T MIND!! *Holds his lil hand out*

Nalitie: *gives the card back* Look, that’s… nice, but uh… we kinda have a crisis to deal with so if you can’t make a net that’s fine… 

Pocket Magician ™: NOW FOR MY NEWEST TRICK: FEAST YOUR EYES ON THIS ILLUSION TURNED REALITY WITH THE HELP OF….. MAAAGGGICC *starts blowing into the card*

(AS the Pocket Magician ™ starts blowing into the card, it inflates, the paper turning into a woven net. He pauses for a bit)

Pocket Magician ™: LET ME KNOW WHEN ITS BIG ENOUGH TO SUIT YOUR FANCY!! I COULD DO THIS ALLL DAY!! *huffs and puffs*

Nalitie: *stops him once it’s more than big enough to fit underneath the whole lab* Holy buckets! That was good. *applauding with the hand that isn’t holding the Pocket Magician™*

Gaster: ???????

Dukermin: WHOOOO *applauds*

Pocket magician ™: THANK YOU THANK YOU I’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK *flash of light and lasers come out of Nalities pocket* * he does a somersault back into said pocket*

Nalitie: … OK! *grabbing a corner of the net* This’ll work… *secures her corner to the ground, outside the hole*

Dukermin: *grabs another corner and slides it underneath the visible parts of the lab* *stakes it into the ground*

Nalitie: *securing the other two corners*

(It’s not your prettiest work, but it’ll hold.)

Nalitie: OK cool, so we should bring these guys *gestures at 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴* back to my vent hole, and then… figure things out from there.  *fishing in her pockets for a lunchbox portal*

Dukermin: *To Gaster* We’re all heading to Nalitie’s place now. You as well.

Gaster: *unhappy* I suppose I don’t have any choice in the matter?

Dukermin: Nope! *invites him through*

Nalitie: *lightly shoving*

Gaster: *goes through the portal*

Nalitie: *to Alphys* I’m sure we’ll be back at some point to uh… help fix whatever’s going on here. Don’t worry too much about it! *heads through the portal, holding 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴’s hand*

Dukermin: *gives Alphys a thumbs up and heads through*

(You have arrived on Termata, just outside of Nalitie’s house. Nalitie goes up to her front door, 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴 trailing behind her, and fishes around for her house key. She unlocks the door and invites everyone inside.) 

(The house is quiet, and all the lights are off, since everyone is at the Christmas party other than Mog Jr. The couch blasts off into space.)

Gaster: O_O

Nalitie: Don’t worry about it. *leading 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴 towards the VR room, laying down pieces of SPLARGH in a little trail* 

Dukermin: *Giving Gaster an unwanted tour* So that was the couch that goes to the space station, uhh here’s a kitchen with kitchen stuff in it… here's the VR room… here's the shower/tub combo, revolutionary…uhh down here are some coffins… 

Gaster: *spends an uncomfortable amount of time staring at the coffins, which just so happen to be the ones Asgore used to have in his basement, with the bodies of the first 6 fallen humans*

Dukermin: The SOULs are gone but there are still bodies in there for some reason. 

Gaster: Do I even want to know why you have these? *gesturing* *pauses* *looks at the one with a red SOUL icon on it and frowns*

Dukermin: Probably not. *starts to leave*

Gaster: *under his breath* “Chara”...? That’s… odd.

Dukermin: oOh *turns back* Do you know them? Could give us some clues…

Gaster: This is the first human’s coffin, is it not? Why does it have someone else’s name on it? Or does your friend simply have a macabre sense of humor? 

Dukermin: Hmm what name would you expect to be on it?

Gaster: … Radic. That was the first human’s name. *frowns, then finally actually looks at Dukermin, catching himself* I’m not sure why I’m even bothering to tell you about it. 

Dukermin: *shrugs* People like telling me stuff. I’m a good listener sometimes!

Mog Jr.: *making noise from the other room*

Nalitie: *upstairs, wondering where everyone went, having successfully secured 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴 in her bunker with a bunch of cereal and candy and stuff* Hello???? 

Dukermin: HELLO! We’re with the dead bodies!!

Nalitie: *coming down the stairs* … why? 

Dukermin: I like it down here it’s peaceful also do you know anything about the first human being known as Radic?

Nalitie: I mean… not in the version of Undertale that we emptied out, no… We literally have that human on Pluto and their name is Chara??? They live in the box with Callie and Sans??? 

Dukermin: Maybe it’s like a cool nickname. Anyway Gaster seems to recall the first human being Radic, not Chara. Kinda interesting.

Nalitie: *frowning* *kind of glances back at him* Ic cogar quer istestnic evon unrer amiagenet abensio… Ellvie istest waum quer iscirnic diidgen abed quoi.

Dukermin: Abed quer iscir mati diidgen aber Undertale. (“But he knows many things about Undertale.”)

Nalitie: Etti… Deive Undertale abensio, tuun?

Dukermin: Ellvie ninic canon? (“Maybe not canon?”)

Gaster: “Undertale”? “Canon”? If you two are done talking about me directly in front of my face, I’m sure there’s something better we could be doing other than standing in this room full of coffins. For example, you could let me go about my business in peace and stop dragging me with you everywhere.

Dukermin: Okay but what is your business exactly??

Gaster: None of yours, thank you. 

Dukermin: In case you haven’t noticed, you’re not exactly in Kansas anymore.. AKA wherever you call home, whatever dimension that is. We can’t help you get back to where you came from if we can’t figure out where it is that you came from.

Nalitie: And we can’t do that until we figure out why a portal would have opened up from wherever you’re from to Erscoga. Are you sure you don’t remember what you were doing before you got here? 

Gaster: Plummeting to my death. I can only assume this is some twisted sort of afterlife where I’m going to spend eternity atoning for my sins in the form of being forced to accompany idiotic humans on meaningless adventures for the rest of my days. 

Dukermin: *translates for Nalitie* Doesn’t sound pleasant to us either, frankly.

Nalitie: Yeah, Dukermin already lives with one grumpy old man, and my house is WAY too full to accept more residents. Although I’m sure Bee would enjoy it… *still confused about her roommate’s confusing void child*

Dukermin: We definitely don’t have to stay in the coffin room, though. I suppose we should get back to the party…

Nalitie: Oh, right, the party… *heads back upstairs* *the couch has returned* Oh, good. *heads out the front door*

Dukermin *adios* *to the party*

(As the three of you head down the street towards the Opera House, there’s another HUGE clap of thunder. You can see some sort of light in the distance, far to the west towards Mackinac, clearly too bright to be actual lightning. The ground beneath you shakes violently.)

Dukermin: Ahh I can never remember what I supposed to do during earthquakes *stop drop and rolls*

Nalitie: *lays on the ground in the middle of the road*

Gaster: *wondering how he got himself into this, probably even more convinced that this is just his own personal version of Hell*

Dukermin: *gets up and brushes herself off when the shaking stops* That isn’t ominous at all.

Nalitie: *also getting up* Where did that even come from? *standing on her tiptoes, looking west as if that’s going to let her see wherever that was*

Dukermin: From Mackinac’s general direction. Should we… go take a look or…?

Nalitie: Probably, yeah. Maybe whatever’s making the portals is over there. *trying to figure out the best mode of transportation* 

Dukermin: Hmm is it van time?

Nalitie: I think it is! *to the van* *gently but insistently pushing Gaster towards the van*

Dukermin: *excitedly hops into the very reliable van*

Nalitie: *getting the portal set up*

Gaster: *came from an era before cars, has never been in a van*

Nalitie: *backs out of the driveway, then activates the van’s portal powers, aiming for Mackinac Island*

(The van lands in the front lawn of the Best Western in Mackinaw City.) 

Nalitie: Oh, dangit… *the van is stuck in the mud, unable to get enough traction* We might have to walk and take the ferry. 

Dukermin: *attempts to use a cosmic bubble to give it some leverage*

(The van sputters. It seems the battery has died.)

Dukermin: Yeahhhh i guess *to the ferry*

(And so the trio walked to the ferry, stole a boat, and finally made it to Mackinac Island…)

(Night has fallen over Mackinac Island, and the streets are fairly empty. The air is tense, though. You can see people in the windows of hotels pointing into the sky, talking to each other. A few people stand in doorways, looking down the street, speaking in hushed murmurs.)

Dukermin: *looks up to where everyone is pointing*

(The clouds are swirling in the sky over the forest of Mackinac Island State Park.  It looks like a storm is brewing, but there’s no rain and—as far as you can tell—the air is dry.)

Nalitie: Dang… That’s, um. Probably not normal. 

Dukermin: Probably not. *Looks to see if the storm is like… centered over a specific spot or swirling around a certain point*

(The clouds funnel down towards the ground in a perfect cone. Looks like a tornado is brewing, but it seems to not be moving.)

Nalitie: *actively stealing a bike*

Dukermin: Lot of stealing today *snags a tandem bike for her and Gaster*

Gaster: *reluctantly getting on the bike* *has never seen a bike before, either* 

(You head off down the road towards the State Park. The air seems to thicken around you, and you can feel Gaster gathering a static charge behind you. The swirl of clouds seems centered over Skull Cave.)

Dukermin: *hair getting all staticky in the back* Hey gaster could you knock that off… Your static is messing up my hair.

Gaster: It’s not my fault. It must be this strange thunderstorm that’s brewing. *seems a little spikier-looking than usual*

Dukermin: You better not get struck by lightning while we’re sharing a metal bike *ducks into the cave for cover being careful to NOT TOUCH THE WALLS*

Nalitie: *gets off of her bike before going in*

(Deep inside the cave, you can hear someone sobbing. There’s a huge flash from somewhere deep in the cave, and another deafening clap of thunder. The ground shakes momentarily, but the cave doesn’t collapse on you, at least. The static charge in the air dissipates.)

Dukermin: *trying to smooth her hair back down* Alrighty then, we got an ominously named cave with sobbing coming from inside. Cool stuff. *heads deeper in*

Nalitie: *shrugs and follows her, dragging Gaster along behind them*

(As you come to the back of the shallow cave, you see a woman curled in a ball on the ground, sobbing. She’s barefoot, a pair of sturdy leather boots sitting next to her. To her left, a big interdimensional portal is open, a swirl of purple and stars.  Two women come out of it—one dressed in fantastical colors, and the other in a blood-stained floral shirt and red vest.)

???: And in this universe—*stops and actually looks around, sees Dukermin and Nalitie and Gaster* … Actually, this one doesn’t look familiar at all. 

???2: What? What do you mean it’s not familiar??? We just came from a universe where we were rocks and you’re telling me that this one is weird to you? What about the one where I have hot dogs for fingers??? 

Dukermin: Umm… Welcome to Erscoga!

Nalitie: I’m Nalitie, and this is Dukermin, and that cranky skeleton man is Gaster. *pointing at everyone in turn* And I don’t know who that person is *points at the sobbing lady, who looks up at everyone with uncertainty* 

Dukermin: To put it simply, portals have been opening up in our… dimension here and dropping folks in. We’re working on it but you’re probably going to be stuck here for a bit…

(As if on cue, the portal behind them closes.) 

???: Hmph. It’s no matter. I can’t be bound by time and space. You wouldn’t understand. *pauses for an awkward amount of time* *mutters* why isn’t this working?

Dukermin: Were you… trying to do something just then?

???: Why… why can’t I feel any of the other… *looking around, panicking, as if she’s forgetting who she is*

???2: Joy? What’s wrong? 

Joy: *angrily* shhh! *waves a hand in ???2’s direction* I’m trying to… where… who… *suddenly very confused* Where am I? This… this isn’t my home??? *looking at herself* What am I wearing? 

Dukermin: Uhhh…

Nalitie: Welcome to Mackinac Island I guess? We are in a very creepy shallow cave! 

Sobbing Woman: *no longer sobbing, stands up* *putting her boots back on carefully* Oh God, I’m so sorry… I–I didn’t mean to do this… I haven’t meant to be doing this, and I thought if I buried myself here it would stop but… *about to break down again*

Dukermin: Whoa whoa whoa doing what exactly?

Woman Who Is No Longer Sobbing: The portals, I… All these people, oh God, I’ve been making such a mess of the multiverse and I can’t get it to stop…! *having a panic attack*

Dukermin: Oh no I’m bad at this stuff *sits down to join her* Hey, what’s your name?

Woman Who Is Sobbing Again: My… my name? O-oh, I guess I didn’t, um. *taking deep breaths* I’m Aubrey. 

Gaster: *being grilled with questions by Joy and the other woman who came with her* *uncomfortable, but supposes he deserves this as his afterlife*

Dukermin: It’s nice to meet you Aubrey. I’m Dukermin, this is Nalitie, we’re the queens of this dimension and we will do whatever we can to help you.

Aubrey: *laughing and crying now* Of course I would draw the attentions of the queens of the whole dimension… ugh what a mess. I’m surprised you didn’t catch me sooner. I really really didn’t mean to pen all those portals, I know that’s not supposed to happen here, I just—I… do what you want with me, I guess, but know that I really wasn’t trying to do any of this! *wasn’t really listening to what Dukermin said*

Dukermin: I believe you. Let’s take this one step at a time okay? How did you get to this dimension?

Aubrey: Get here? Um… I don’t remember for sure, but I think it was at the same time as everyone else on this island…? S-sorry, it’s a little fuzzy. We all just woke up here one day… 

Dukermin: So you’ve been here for a little while then, okay. But the portals didn’t start right when we brought Mackinac, right?

Nalitie: As far as I know… *to Aubrey* have you always been able to open portals like this? 

Aubrey: I… *memory is a little fuzzy* No. There was… Ugh, you’re never going to believe me, but I was in this… place? But it was also sort of a not-place, and this… I guess he was a person, of sorts? Art, his name was, he said that he couldn’t get out of that not-place, but he was able to give me the power to, and then suddenly I was back home again… And since then I’ve had these… episodes, I guess, fluctuations. But they’ve been getting worse and worse lately. They hadn’t been opening portals before, just the thunder and the lightning. And then suddenly the portals started opening, a-and I thought maybe it was just going to be the one or two, but now they won’t stop and I can’t control it, and even the boots aren’t enough anymore… 

Dukermin: The boots stop the portals from opening?

Aubrey: The boots help keep the powers in check, a little. Um… are you familiar with that really popular movie that came out in 2013? Frozen? It’s a little like that… B-but they never made portals before recently, so I guess not… 

Dukermin: So making portals is not the only power that you have. 

Aubrey: I… I guess I don’t know exactly what the powers are? At first, before I found out that the boots could help, it was just earthquakes and thunderstorms. Changing the weather in that way. 

Dukermin: Gotcha. So where did you find the boots?

Aubrey: Oh, those? Um… There’s this antique shop, over in Mackinaw City. The owner… he’s this really weird guy, but he assured me the boots were just normal boots. Ones that his… sibling donated, I think?

Dukermin: Wait. Old guy, sells a lot of sweaters??

Aubrey: yes… Have you been there? It’s a curious shop, but… the prices are pretty good.

Dukermin: Yeah we’ve been there… *side-eyes Gaster*

Nalitie: We have??? When???

Dukermin: Mettaton and I went. You went home. It’s Frisk’s shop.

Nalitie: Uh… Frisk the child who lives on Pluto owns an antique shop in Mackinaw City? 

Dukermin: No Frisk the old man. Who lives in Mackinaw and owns an antique shop.

Nalitie: … huh.

Gaster: *tired of answering Joy’s questions, comes back over by Dukermin and Nalitie* Do we have to be having this truly riveting conversation inside of this cave? *won’t admit it, but had been enjoying being not underground finally*

Aubrey: *doesn’t have the translator, and so hears nothing but Wingdings* *stares at him with wide eyes* It’s you…! B-but… how? 

Dukermin: *points at both of them*

Gaster: Excuse me?

Aubrey: *can’t understand him* You told me that you couldn’t get out of that not-place… I-I don’t understand, Art… 

Dukermin: *points both fingers at Gaster* Okay one second -- so Tobias recognized you and spoke to you in Wingdings, and now Aubrey recognizes you also… from a not-place. This is voidy!!

Nalitie: Right, because Bee recognized him as a “Void… friend…” *realization* Oh my God???? THAT’S WHY YOU SOUNDED FAMILIAR. But wait, you look different and also seemed to not understand Pluto?

Dukermin: Right and why would a character in the void come through a portal?

Gaster: What is this “Void” you keep talking about?

Joy: *eavesdropping* You haven’t heard? It’s really quite the place. You could say I’m there all the time, even when I’m not. *sardonic smile* I could be there a lot more if Evelyn would just follow me into The Bagel… 

Dukermin: …Righttt… um so the Void is where deleted characters go. Congratulations we figured it out you’re a deleted character! *jazz hands*

Gaster: *levelling a really unimpressed look at her* I think I would remember being somewhere like that.

Dukermin: *translating everything* UnlessssSS! Because time is weird ! The portal picked you up from some time before you were deleted OrR from some sort of AU??

Nalitie: Well, the last thing you said you remembered was plummeting to your doom, though, right? So maybe you were dead in there and for some reason you’re alive now…? But I guess AU is possible, some timeline where you weren’t erased… … *frowning* but if you don’t remember being on Pluto at all, which is where we put you, then maybe you are a different guy? Cause like… I distinctly remember that we usually write back and forth to you??? But you don’t have your whiteboard, and you look significantly less… melty than usual, and also you have those hands *pointing at the magic hands that have been following him around everywhere, moving as he talks* which are DEFINITELY new and uh… all that’s to say maybe we should go back to Pluto… We can drop these guys *gestures to Joy and ???2* off at the Christmas Party.

Dukermin: Yeah that’ll be nice. 

Nalitie: *prepares a lunchbox portal, you know the drill…* 

(After dropping off the new guests at the Christmas Party, you, Aubrey, and Gaster head to Pluto. It’s about the same as when you left it. Alphys’s lab is stable. Undyne and that guy in the big coat are still filling in holes. The two normal-looking dudes are throwing pennies into one of the melted holes, making wishes.)

Aubrey: *nervous about her powers acting up* Are you sure it’s safe for me to be here? 

Dukermin: We’ll find out! *off to find Mr. Face Man*

Nalitie: I’m sure it will be fine! *dragging Gaster along behind her*

Gaster: *clearly does NOT want to be here, did not want to be involved in any of this*

(Callie and Chara are sitting in their glass box, napping. Sans’s chair has a “Back Soon” sign taped to it. The lights are off at Sans’n’Pap’s house, since they’re at the Christmas Party. A dark figure stands at the entrance of their shed, behind the yellow police tape.)

Dukermin: um excuse me this is an active crime scene???

(The figure turns to look at you. It’s Mr. Face Man, looking as unreadable as ever with his ever-present smile. He doesn’t have his whiteboard on him. The pile of glittery dust that used to be Narissa sparkles behind him as he stares at you.)

Mr. Face Man: ☟︎☜︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎📬︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ 💣︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ ☼︎☜︎☞︎☹︎☜︎👍︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎❄︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ☹︎✋︎☞︎☜︎📬︎ 💧︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ✌︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎✌︎☼︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎✌︎🏱︎🏱︎☜︎☠︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💧︎⚐︎ 💧︎⚐︎⚐︎☠︎ ✌︎☞︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☹︎✌︎💧︎❄︎📬︎

Gaster: *has not met anyone else who speaks Wingdings, at least not in a very, VERY long time, is baffled* *also this guy feels… a little familiar?*

Dukermin: *translates for Nalitie* Yes it’s a shame… So we wanted to introduce you to this guy, Gaster…

Mr. Face Man: Ah… how interesting. It is rare to see this man so untouched by The Void… 

Aubrey: *looking between the two of them, confused now* Art…? 

Gaster: What do you mean, “untouched by The Void”? Who are you?

Mr. Face Man: *ignoring Gaster, turning to Aubrey* Hello, child. I have not seen you for a long time. Or perhaps lack there-of. We both know that time means naught in The Void, and yet here we both are, finally in a plane of existence.

Aubrey: *can’t understand him*

Dukermin: *translates*

Aubrey: It is you…! Then who… *looking at Gaster now* I’ve never met anyone else who could speak the way you do. I suppose I thought that was something only you could do.

Mr. Face Man: It is in its own way, I suppose. No two voices are alike, after all.

Nalitie: *interrupting* Uh did she say your name was Art? I guess we never asked AFTER we gave you that whiteboard… 

Mr. Face Man: Ah, yes, how foolish of me for not re-introducing myself after we learned to communicate. S. G. Art, at your service. 

Dukermin: Hm. Well nice to formally meet you, Art. How do you recognize Gaster?

Art: Child, have you forgotten our first meeting? Where I was at that point in not-time, I was an Observer of worlds. Erscoga, yes, but all of the others as well. You would be surprised how often your friend comes up.

Gaster: I’m not their “friend.” What do you mean, you’re an Observer of worlds? What is this Void you all keep speaking of? *is not up to date and also was not answered earlier*

Art: I would say that you’ll know firsthand soon, but since you’re here and I’m not there to view your destiny, I suppose I can no longer say for certain… *giving him a critical appraisal* I must say, it is a very rare occurrence indeed that a version of you in this state would be spared time in The Void. Those cracks in your face, the state of your coat… I can tell you are not one to choose mercy. And I can see by those fractures lining your body that you’ve already gotten a taste of Our Friend, The Void Itself in one way or another… Oh, yes, it wasn’t too long before you were meant to be swallowed up. I suppose our dear Aubrey must have done you this kindness without even knowing, the dear… 

Gaster: *reflexively putting a hand on the back of his neck, which is littered with hairline fractures from a recent experiment that went Terribly Wrong* *squinting suspiciously at this person who knows far too much about him, just like that thing*

Dukermin: *has been frantically translating* Okay that was a lot… anyway. Uh yeah.

Aubrey: *frowning* *to Gaster* I don’t recall you coming through any of my portals, but… if Art says it, it must be true. *to Art* Certainly now that we’re out of The Void, you could take these powers away again? We don’t need them anymore, we’ve both escaped…!

(Art’s face doesn’t change, but you can feel a shift in the air, a tension.)

Art: Oh, my dear, how I would love to relieve you of this burden. But I cannot in this state, not by myself, anyway. When we were there, I could grant you that kindness due to the nature of The Void. But when we are here, I am subject to the same rules as any other Erscogan. … Hm, but perhaps, with the help of our illustrious queens, we could reach… a resolution.

Dukermin: For sure! That’s what we’re here for after all! What can we do to help??

Art: Do you recall your “A Very Belated Very Erscoga Christmas the Second”? There was a certain man, a doppelganger if you will, in one of the dimensions you travelled through. Although he himself is seemingly mundane, he has ties to the magical version of himself who lives in your house here in Erscoga. All you need to do is obtain his knowledge of the multiverse, of traversing the planes of reality and manipulating worlds within worlds… This will give you the power needed to remove this curse from our dear friend.

Dukermin: …Really? That’s it? Just go talk to Snape’s doppelganger?

Art: Oh yes, certainly less exciting than I’m sure you were hoping for. But the key to this dilemma resides in him. He may not realize it, though, and is likely to resist giving you the answer you seek. But I am sure with enough persuasion, you will find the proper information.

Dukermin: Like… is there a more specific thing we’re looking for from him? Like a password or… coordinates to a super secret wormhole that will take us to some fascinating land of behemoths?

Art: You will know it when you hear it. Perhaps it might be prudent to ask him of The Oracle. A hint may suffice—you may be able to get somewhere if you ask him what it means to “beware of the man who came from the other world.”[2]

(The ground rumbles. Aubrey looks frightened. Gaster mulls over Art’s clue with a weird look on his face, as if it sounds familiar to him.)

Art: Ah, but you must hurry. I fear time is not in Erscoga’s favor.

Dukermin: uUUgh fine.

Nalitie: I… guess it can’t hurt. *to Dukermin* Istest unis enpere Gaster itap unum?

Dukermin: Quas alst wuram quer faen?

Nalitie: *shrugs* Alrighty, then, I guess we’re… off to school. *muttering under her breath* I hope they don’t remember our faces… *to Gaster* And you’re coming with us, old man! 

(To be continued…)

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[1] Dialogue taken from @zarla-s's Ukagaster. (Handplates!Gaster and Sixbones also belong to her.)

[2] Dialogue taken from The River Person in Undertale.

#story document #arc 2 #erscoga

[willysrebuilt]

The new and improved Willy Weasel animatronic. An identical design was produced with the intention of being worn by a human performer.

#willys wonderland #willys rebuilt #animatronic #willy weasel

[visit-new-york]

One World Trade Center

285 Fulton St, New York, NY One World Trade Center also known as One World Trade, One WTC, and formerly Freedom Tower is the main building of the rebuilt World Trade Center complex in Lower Manhattan, New York City.

Location 285 Fulton Street, Manhattan, New York City, U.S. 10007 It is bounded by West Street to the west, Vesey Street to the north, Fulton Street to the south, and Washington Street to the east.

One World Trade Center is a masterfully designed building and a symbol of resilience and resolve.

MARCH 29, 2022 One World Trade Center 95 Percent Leased With Latest Deal: Durst

As of September 2016, One WTC became the tallest building in the western hemisphere to be awarded a Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design (LEED) gold certification. LEED is an internationally recognized green building certification system, which recognizes structures that have been built and designed using strategies that address energy savings, water efficiency, and CO2 emissions reduction.

Constructed using more than 40% post-industrial recycled content and with more than 87% of construction waste diverted from the landfill, One WTC is a sustainable force to be reckoned with.

Where in New York is the World Trade Center? The complex—located at the southwestern tip of Manhattan, near the shore of the Hudson River and a few blocks northwest of Wall Street—was built by the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey as a central facility for businesses and government agencies involved in international trade.

Can you see the Statue of Liberty from One World Observatory? The observation deck at One World Observatory (the 'Freedom Tower') offers breathtaking views of New York Harbor, including the Statue of Liberty.

One World Trade Center The One World Trade Center (1WTC) is the most important building of the new World Trade Center, established to substitute the complex wrecked in the September 11 attacks.

Construction The construction of the building began on 27 April 2006, nearly 5 years after the Twin Towers were destroyed. Nevertheless, the first cornerstone was laid on 4 July 2004 - two years earlier, in a symbolic ceremony. During the first years, the skyscraper was known as Freedom Tower. The skyscraper was inaugurated on the 3 November 2014.

The architect David Childs and Skidmore Owings & Merrill company were commissioned the design of this new skyscraper. The designer had previously created the Burj Khalifa in Dubai, the Willis Tower in Chicago and Jin Mao Tower in China.

Standing 1,776 ft (541 m)-tall, it is currently the sixth highest building in the world. The tallest is in Asia. The rooftop stands 417 meters high, the same measurements as the first tower in the original World Trade Center.

One World Observatory Inaugurated the 29 May 2015, 13 months after the skyscraper was opened to the public, the One World Trade Center observation deck, known as the One World Observatory, has become one of the most popular tourist attractions in New York. It offers unimaginable panoramic views of New York.

The One World Observatory occupies the last three floors of the skyscraper (floors 100 – 102) and reaches a height of 386.5 meters. It is the tallest observatory in New York. The 360° views give visitors a vision of up to 80 km in all directions.

Sadly, unlike the observations decks of the Empire State and Rockefeller Center, the One World Observatory does not have an outdoor terrace, it is all interior with large glass windows. This makes it is harder to get a good photograph and visitors won’t feel the pulse of the city like on the other viewpoints.

Worthwhile, But… If you enjoy modern architecture and want to observe New York City from its new iconic skyscraper, we recommend the One World Observatory. The whole experience, from as soon as you walk inside the building, take the elevator covered by led panels that recreate the growth of the city from it once founded.

This said, the city’s best viewpoints are without a doubt: The Empire State Building Observatory followed by the Top of the Rock, since both offer different sensations. The One World Observatory would be our third favorite.

Skip the Line Tickets The number of tickets is limited by scheduled turns, which means, that visitors must buy their tickets in advance. If not, the waiting line can be several hours long.

To avoid wasting time in tiresome lines, we recommend visitors pre-book tickets. These can be printed out or on downloaded on the smartphone.

Location 285 Fulton Street.

Schedule Open every day of the year: 9am -10pm. On certain dates the landmark closes at 8pm.

Price Adults: US$ 40.28 (€ 37.80) Over 65s: US$ 38.11 (€ 35.70) Children 6-12: US$ 33.75 (€ 31.60) Children under 6: Free.

One World Observatory Tickets US$ 46.82 (€ 43.90)

#one world trade center #one world trade #world trade center #freedom tower #one wtc #fulton street #New York City #new york #city #urban #new-york #manhattan #nofollow #one world observatory

[rabbitcruiser]

The Contemporary Jewish Museum’s main building is the former Pacific Gas & Electric Jessie Street Substation, which was originally built in 1881 and was rebuilt in 1907 by Willis Polk after the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. The building was listed on the National Register of Historic Places on September 6, 1974.

#Contemporary Jewish Museum #Pacific Gas & Electric Jessie Street Substation #Willis Polk #National Register of Historic Places #Daniel Libeskind #6 September 1974 #USA #summer 2017 #travel #original photography #vacation #tourist attraction #landmark #architecture #cityscape #California #San Francisco #CJM #anniversary #US history

[randomnameless]

Do we know if Humans and Nabateans can have children? I thought Flayn's mother was a Nabatean too, since she got her crest.

Technically, Flayn never says she got her crest from her Mother !

Nopes wise, in the jp version, Sothis doesn't seem to know her (she knew another Light Dragon?) and calls her a wonder - but jury is out whether she thinks Flayn is a wonder because she was born after, or during, her Big Nap, or bcs she Flayn is a hybrid.

So Flayn being half-nabatean is, basically, headcanon.

However...

Immediately after the war, Flayn disappeared from Garreg Mach. At the same time, Linhardt mysteriously abandoned his claim to House Hevring, and also vanished. It was suspected, among those who knew them, that they had eloped, although no one seemed to know just where they went. Over a decade later, well after the Officers Academy had been rebuilt, something strange happened. A sleepy young girl with antiquated clothing and the Major Crest of Cethleann enrolled. Over the next two years, a young boy and girl with that same Crest also enrolled. Though Crest scholars deduced that they must be siblings, the truth of their lineage was never definitely proven.

Flayn's ending with Linhardt in FE16 is explicit, they got at least 3 children who were "viable" enough to enrol (also, are we supposed to understand in the new GM, children as old as 10 can enrol?).

Canon-wise, Nabateans and humans can have children !

Headcanon wise...

It has always been a possibility that fascinated me, especially because Supreme Leader is so biased against Nabateans when she could be of Nabatean descent herself, via Lycaon - but headcanons are fickle things lol

So there is an AU where Lycaon is a half-lizard, and is killed because of that - which leads Willy to ditch Adrestia and Rhea to abandon hope in Humanity to work on her rez Sothis plan.

Half-lizard Lycaon managed to fuck before dying, which would later lead to the Martritz siblings being hybrids too (but with 500 generations between them and Lycaon lol) - Supreme Leader and her ancestors descends from Empress Hildegarde, the scion of a kid Willy got after receiving his crest, who was never supposed to sit on the Adrestian throne but who took it nonethless when Lycaon "accidently died".

tldr : the matritz sibs are Rhea's far removed descendants

Noa, the apostle, was a Nabatean, and got her own children who ultimately formed the elusive House Nuvelle - they swore an oath of mutual assistance with House Hresvelg (their supposed cousins!) but with time that oath and its origin was forgotten, House Nuvelle just remembers they have a vow of allegeance to House Hresvelg.

Seteth's wife being a human (per his and Flayn's recollections, she was someone like Manuela and Judith??? Why couldn't we see her IS? KT?) is a HC I'll die for, her presence and support might have influenced some Nabateans on thinking maybe all humans weren't bad, and how they could work with some of them.

#anon #replies #nabatean stuff #Fodlan AU #where are the secret half nabatean kids and heritage??? #I mean come on in Tellius we have a secret branded who descends from a hero #given how Elibe was set up with FE7 I supposed we are supposed to understand Roy can use the SoS to save Idunn because he's part lizard too #is it wolf(fe16)'s hour? #the intersection of so many AUs lol based on the sole exploration of this incident #Nabateans and humans can and did fuck #it's also funny because the Martritz sibs don't have a crest of Seiros but a crest of Lamine #at one point their Seiros-Nabatean blood became so thin #that they could inherit blood from the nabatean who was foddered to Lamine #FE16

[innytoes]

More head canons!! I'd love to hear more Pacific Rim/Giant Robot AU from you?

Okay so for the people who aren't awesome enough to be on the @secretlovesongsfest discord, PACIFIC RIM AU.

-Reggie and Flynn are mechanics. They have a scoreboard on who makes the most people swoon in their matching outfits of overalls knotted at the waist + white tanktop.

-Sunset Curve is a robot until it almost loses a fight and has to be pretty much rebuilt, it's redubbed The Phantom. Bobby and Luke piloted the first, after Bobby retires due to, you know, Trauma, Luke and Julie pilot the Phantom.

-Dirty Candi is more of a Power Ranges robot, every Candy has their own limb/Carrie at the head. They are SUPER COORDINATED to pull that shit off.

-See 'em look, hear 'em Ooh-Aah, My Giant Robot Has a Bazooka.

-Willex robot is tie-dye. Or maybe pink and sparkly. It's named something atrocious like Hotdog.

-Willie has tried to convince Reggie and Flynn to make him a giant metal folding chair to beat up the monsters so many times but they keep denying him.

-Alex is an exceptional pilot but he wasn't drift compatible with anyone before Willie. Like, in a pinch he and Luke could do it, but it never flowed as easily as it did with Willie. Willie says the fast anxious pace of Alex' brain feel like skating down a hill really fast.

-Rose used to be a Jaeger pilot too, hers was Petal Pusher. Ray is very proud of his daughter but very sad she has to follow in her mom's footsteps.

-The base-wide talent competition is brutal. Like, they're all a team and family and they respect eachother except when it comes to the once a year talent show and then IT IS ON.

-Reggie has a doggo that functions as emotional support animal for the entire base, sometimes you just need to ask Reggie if you can hug Ellie for a few minutes. Or hours.

-Reggie and Flynn can and will again do an entire shift with Greased Lightning playing on a loop and you cannot stop them. Better invest in earplugs.

Send me an AU and I will give you 5 or more headcanons about it

#julie and the phantoms #pacific rim au #not!fic #I wrote a thing #willex #the gun on Julie's jaeger is called Double Trouble of course #AUs are awesome