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In Every Life Time
Description: In every life time, you lost him. But in this one, each part of him you lost you find once more, staring back at you with a bit of each one you loved in each life time.
Percy has had many nightmares ever since he was young, especially since coming to camp Half Blood and being claimed as a son of Poseidon.
But he never liked any other dreams like these ones.
Percy would lay in bed, drift off only to end up somewhere else. Somewhere familiar. Somewhere he liked and somewhere he wasn't in a rush to leave.
Unlike the others before, this was different, but the same all at once.
Percy sat in a field, it was dark out, but the fireflies in the air lit up the sky unlike the stars did.
And Percy was breath taken once more as he stared at the same Goddess he saw every night sitting under the same willow rree, dressed in a white and gold trimmed Greek styled dress.
This time, the Goddess didn't look very...Goddes-Like. She looked younger, the same he always sees her as, but this time she felt it. Like in this dream, she wasn't a Goddess. The very first fifteen years of her life.
Like she was normal, younger, an actual teenager relaxing under a willow tree.
A boy in similar Greek clothing held his head in her lap, smiling up at the Goddess as if she had hung the sun up herself, hung the stars and painted the sky right before him.
Percy knew that look. He saw it every time in glimpses shared between the woman and all of the ones before, every single one different but the same all at once.
He looked a bit just like every one of them.
The same nose as the wood nymph from three dreams ago he had, the same green eyes as the Olympian from six dreams ago he had, black hair like the boy who ran around with a much younger goddess he had, the first dream he had of her.
“I would like to stay here.” Percy could make out the paint words, knowing what the man would say even before he spoke.
He saw the goddess speak, and like before, saw a look of sadness in her eyes as she smoothed her hand over the man's wild and messy hair. Hair just like Percys.
“I…I would like that as well…but we can't.” The goddess said, an almost distant look in her eyes before the warrior took her hand, kissing the back of it softly with a sigh.
“Why? You always say that like you're one step ahead. Why can I not?”
“I- I do not know. But...You will find out soon enough.”
And before Percy knew it, the all too well love scene before him faded in battle cries, swords clanging together and shouts of war.
Percy was in the middle of a battlefield, Gods and Goddess's fighting side by side and some against one another, fires roaring all around, he couldn't make out many faces, the ash burning in his lungs as he coughed.
Only thing he could see were her tears. Her tears as she held a limp, and very much so, dead and familiar man in her lap, brushing her thumbs against his cheeks as she said a silent prayer, her forehead to his almost as if it could bring him back.
She didn't sob, but he could hear her almost silent whispers.
"We should have stayed under our tree. I'm so sorry, my love. Please...find me when you are ready."
And just like that, Percy woke up with the bed shaken as Tyson woke him up, dragging him out of bed, to breakfast, and along the way to Annabeth and Grover with the goat boy he called his best friend, almost tap dancing in what seemed to be joy.
“Percy! I- we got chosen!”
“...What?”
Percy didn't expect for Grover to go on a rant about how the upcoming war was brewing, like he didn't already know.
Annabeth even had to cut in as Grover ran out of breath, giving the boy a moment before he started up again.
“Olympus needs all the warriors they can get. And they chose us to find the Goddess of (Create something you like bc idk)!” Grover fanboyed.
“Who?” Percy asked, confused at his friend's behavior and having never heard of that one. He's heard of, and fought, many gods and goddesses, but he's sure that one would've stuck if he crossed that bridge.
“The Goddess of (you choose).” Annabeth re-stated. “She used to be a mortal, but was captured during a really, really bad war and since the ones who captured her were fighting the gods, they punished her with immortality until-”
Annabeth cut herself off.
“Until what?” Percy probed with a frown, not wanting anyone to withhold information from him anymore.
“Until something. Her story doesn't go on from that, the ones that took her never said where she was. Even after they were sent to the Underworld and punished, she's been missing ever since!” Grover finished, almost shaking Percy by the shoulders.
Percy finally got it.
“So- we have to find her?”
“Yeah! Just like when we found Pan- but this can't be like that. This time, she is alive!” Grover insisted.
“We don't know that.” Annabeth sighed.
“Yes, we do!” Grover wasn't living this down and wasn't letting Annabeth either. “I know it, and we are gonna find her!”
And that's how Percy was dragged along the state, searching the skies, the gardens, underground, in every mythical and every sacred place he could think of.
Until, finally, Grover has led them to a garden of lights. For a seemingly prison, Percy has to admit, it didn't look like it.
Deers laid in the grass, birds chirped to their heart's desire, animals frolicking in the grass, koi and any other fish you could name in a waterfall so clear you could see to the bottom that glowed in the light.
It almost looked real. So surreal Percy didn't expect it. Especially when he leaned a bit too close, and a fish jumped up and scared him, falling back into the lake with a groan and his butt soaked.
He heard Annabeth and Grover yelp, their feet clashing with the water as they ran down after him.
He groaned as Annabeth and Grover dragged him to stand up, he almost barely noticed as both his friends froze in the middle of helping him, and a breeze went just past him.
No, not past him. It seemed to go over his entire body, around his arms, legs, messing up his already wild and black hair, feeling it on his nose, cheeks, lips and his eyes.
“Percy…”
Percy could barely make out Grovers whisper, his friend catching Percy's attention barely.
Percy looked between Annabeth and Grover, confused before he looked to see they were staring at a willow tree. Or, more like under the Willow tree.
Percy could feel his breath taken once more like in his dreams, seeing the same girl from them looking right back at him with the same look on her face
#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson#pjo x reader#anabeth pjo#percy pjo#grover pjo#pjo series#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians x reader
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Since it’s spooky season, may I request a demon Sanji offering Zoro some food?
i was supposed to post this for friday the 13th, but it got way more dramatic than i planned… thank you for the ask!
Y’know, when Sanji became a demon, he hadn’t expected to have to deal with moss infestations.
He is aware that that sounds rather ridiculous and makes little to no sense. The long and short of it is, he got himself cursed. Dumb, yes, he’s aware of that too, but how was he supposed to have known that the rare herb garden he’d stepped into was guarded by a territorial (and rather unhinged, in his humble opinion) occultist?
But as far as curses go, this one really isn’t so bad. Sanji had just sort of… accepted it, after a while, and it certainly hadn’t hurt that the whole becoming a demon gig came with its own massive underworld castle filled with invisible servants. He shudders, peering into a mirror and brushing an invisible speck of dust from his horns. He could have been turned into a goat, or something. How the hell would he cook if he was a goat?
Back to the topic at hand, he has a visitor. A human, of all things! Wandering about the underworld! Sanji’s scrying bowl had offered him a view of short green hair and three swords hanging from a belt, and honestly? He doesn’t know what to make of it, and now the man is hovering in his entryway, poking at a 6th century vase that Sanji is fairly sure holds some Roman emperor’s dead body. He checks his reflection one last time, sucking at his teeth before he phases into shadow, hovering just outside the edges of the foyer. The flames of the candelabra flicker in an invisible wind and the man whip his head around, looking for a threat that isn’t there—
And Sanji coalesces right behind him. “Hello, little huma— Ack!” A sword swings for his neck in the space of a breath and he leans back on instinct, not putting much effort into it—
The tip nicks his throat and draws blood.
Sanji’s eyes go wide. Oh, this just got interesting.
Regular blades can’t hurt him. Can’t even touch him; they pass right through his form like he’s made of liquid shadow, but he feels this cut. The faint sting, the hot trickle over his tendons, the smell of his own blood thick in the air. He hadn’t even heard the sword unsheathe.
The man is backing away, eyes wild; Sanji huffs a laugh and melts into the shadow again, reappearing just in time for the man to bump into him with a loud swear. Sanji needs to stop calling him The Man. “What’s your name?”
The Man scowls as he holds his sword ready, and it pulls at the vertical scar over his left eye. “Like hell I’ll tell you. I’m not gonna let you use me for whatever— witchy shit you wanna do.”
Sanji raises an unimpressed brow. “First of all, I’m a demon, not a witch. And second, it doesn’t work like that. You need my name for spells and such.”
“Which is?”
“Now why would I tell you?” He grins, sharp and sweet like the song of a blade through the air. “You’ll know mine when I know yours, Marimo.”
“Marimo?” his visitor scoffs, and Sanji shrugs with a genial smile even as Marimo bristles. Better than The Man.
He turns around, gliding through the foyer more for the sake of having something to do than actually trying to go anywhere, and of course Marimo follows. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be?” he sighs, side-eyeing the man as he squints warily at a bust of some sort of cat with seven eyes.
“Nope.”
“What’s the deal, then? A human all the way down here? Hell isn’t exactly the most popular vacation spot, y’know.” Sanji pauses and gives a pointed look to the weapon that had drawn his blood. “And that is not a normal sword.”
Marimo’s eyebrows twitch, the only sign Sanji gets that he’s surprised. “Cursed blade,” the man grumbles, rubbing a thumb over the hilt. “And I’m looking for someone.”
“…In Hell.” Sanji’s skeptical.
“My best friend got himself kicked through a portal, alright?” Marimo protests, lip curling in irritation.
“Ha! Good luck with that,” Sanji huffs, walking again. “Nobody new’s been down here except—” Wait. He spins on his heel, and Marimo narrows his eyes suspiciously. “Dark hair, chatty as anything, about… yea high?” he asks, lifting his hand as an estimate, and he lurches back when Marimo leans all up in his face with his eyes like sharp granite.
“You know something.”
“One of my… acquaintances said something about it, yes.” Mihawk had mentioned a guy suddenly popping up. Monkey something-or-other. Loofah? He opens his mouth to speak right as he hears an odd growl, and Marimo pulls back with the tips of his ears turning red. A huff of a laugh slips out without Sanji’s permission. “Alright, come on,” he decides, creating a shadow door and waiting for the other man to follow. “Can’t find your friend on an empty stomach.”
They walk straight into the kitchen, and Sanji gets to work whipping up a plate of omurice. He was a chef before, and he still is one; he’ll feed anyone who’s hungry. He might not be human or alive (or is he? He still isn’t sure) anymore but he refuses to let go of the values that he’d lived and breathed by, no matter how… questionable his unexpected guest may be.
He is done in a matter of minutes. “Eat.” The plate scrapes as he slides it across the countertop with cutlery, but Marimo just glares. “What? Don’t like eggs?”
“Isn’t there some rule about getting trapped here if you eat?”
Sanji resists the urge to roll his eyes, because Hell’s bells, this man is stubborn. “Look, that’s all bullshit, alright? Eat, or I’ll make you. This is the only place around for leagues that has food you could possibly digest. Or would you rather go hunt for elephant scorpions?”
The man recoils. “The fuck are those?”
“You don’t wanna know.” He nudges the fork and spoon closer, crossing his arms with an expectant eyebrow.
Marimo raises one right back, but he hesitantly picks up the cutlery and digs in. “…So you eat human food,” he mutters after a while, and Sanji looks up from where he’s washing the dishes.
“Yes? Why wouldn’t I?”
“Dunno,” the other man muses, taking another bite. The dim light of the wall sconces makes his three golden earrings gleam, highlighting the gnarly scar across his chest. “What with the whole demon thing.”
“Not all of us have a taste for mortal flesh,” Sanji sniffs, examining his cuticles coolly before getting back to scrubbing.
He’s feeling a little strange. Maybe it’s the human interaction after so long of being down here with just his invisible friends and other demons for company, but it’s making something hurt right behind his ribs, where his heart beats more slowly than it has any right to. He’d missed this. Cooking for someone else. Banter. Companionship.
He takes a shaky breath and plunges his hands into the water, grabbing a frying pan and scouring it viciously. No use reminiscing and chasing pipe dreams.
“Oi.”
Marimo’s voice catches his attention, and he rinses the sponge. “Hm?”
“How’s the—?” The man gestures vaguely to his neck, and Sanji’s fingers fly up to his throat to feel for the cut.
“Oh, that.” It’s already mostly healed, and he tilts his jaw to the side to show it. “S’fine. See?”
Marimo grunts, turning back to the last bites of his food. “Sorry.”
Sanji stills, something wild flaring hot in his ribcage before he mentally wrangles it into submission. He wouldn’t have expected an apology from anyone— much less this man. “It’s no big deal.”
“Still,” Marimo says gruffly, sliding the plate back over, the ceramic scraped clean. “And thanks.” He blinks for a second before nodding to the empty plate, as if it isn’t clear enough. “For the food.”
What the fuck. Sanji takes it, feeling like he’s in a bit of a daze. Marimo had seemed like a bit of a brute at first, with his scars and his close-cropped hair and his physique and the stupid shirt that was open halfway down his damn chest (Sanji, don’t look, it doesn’t matter how many muscles he has), not to mention the three swords. He’s bullheaded but obviously skilled, and— who the Hell is this guy?
“Who sent you,” Sanji breathes as he sets the plate down, something sinking in the pit of his gut. He readies one hand behind his back. There has to be a catch.
Marimo frowns. “Nobody sent me, I told you I’m looking for my—”
He lunges. His claws are around the man’s neck in less than a second, digging up into the soft part of his throat. Marimo’s Adam’s apple bobs against the pad of his thumb. “Who sent you,” he hisses again, and it comes out less steady than he likes.
Sanji doesn’t know why he’s affected. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. He has not fallen so far that the thought of this small bit of— of courtesy, of company, being a farce should feel like such a betrayal.
So why does it?
He tightens his grip, gaze boring into eyes that have gone granite-dark in the low light, and yet Marimo does not pull away. The man tips his chin up, allows the point of Sanji’s claw to dig just beneath his trachea. “Nobody sent me,” he repeats evenly, chest rising and falling with his breaths, and Sanji holds back a snarl. He has been alone for too long for some human to come waltzing in and fucking up his life with— whatever this is, only for him to get butthurt because it wasn’t real. It’s not even that big of a deal and he feels fucking ridiculous.
“If you’re lying—”
“I’m not.”
And it seems like he really isn’t. Marimo’s pulse is rock steady, his gaze unflinchingly neutral, tracking Sanji across the room even as the demon slowly pulls away.
“I’m sorry,” Sanji mutters, leaning back against the sink and pressing a hand over his eyes with a tired exhale. “I apologise, I— I lost myself.”
“S’okay,” Marimo says cautiously. His swords clatter against each other as he stands and pushes the stool in with his knee. “I should… get going.”
“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, Sanji shakes his head a little and smoothes his hands over the front of his blouse. He snaps his fingers, and a shadow door materialises in front of the other man. “This will take you to the acquaintance I was talking about, Mihawk. He’s your best bet at finding— What’s his name?”
“Luffy.”
“Luffy. Right.”
Marimo hesitates, and Sanji feels like something’s gotten caught in his throat.
“It gets lonely here, doesn’t it?” the other man asks abruptly, turning to face Sanji properly.
He swallows. “…Sometimes,” he concedes, keeping his tone light. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
Marimo gives an aborted jerk of his head, like he hadn’t been able to decide whether to nod or not. “Luffy’s appetite is crazy. He’ll be hungry when I find him.”
Sanji can’t help but laugh. It seems to be becoming a recurring problem. “You asking if I’ll feed him?”
“Yeah. Because I think you’ll say yes.”
A smirk pulls at Sanji’s mouth, and he lets it lean sharp. “Do you have a death wish, planning to come back to a demon’s castle?”
“Maybe,” Zoro mutters, but he matches Sanji’s expression tooth for tooth. “But the food’s good, and the company’s… decent.”
Sanji really does roll his eyes this time. Unbelievable. “You’ve got some nerve, Marimo.”
“Zoro.”
Zoro. It echoes around in his skull, sets something sparking up under his skin. “Zoro,” he tries, cocking his head before he nods to the shadow door. “Get going, idiot. That isn’t going to stay open forever.”
Zoro takes a step backwards. “You haven’t told me your name.”
Sanji purses his lips to hide his chuckle. “Come back with Luffy, and maybe you’ll find out.”
The last thing he sees is the swordsman’s grin before the door dissolves, leaving him alone in his kitchen with a feeling in his chest that he hasn’t felt for ages. Fuck, this Zoro is trouble.
Sanji drags his hands over his face and groans, but he’s smiling.
All he does in this damn castle is laze around and cook for himself. If it means cooking for someone else, and decent company… Well, a little trouble couldn’t hurt.
#zosan#zosan au#one piece zosan#zoro x sanji#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji#sanji#one piece sanji#zoro#one piece#ino’s ask box
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remember me; pcj
percy jackson x amnesiac!reader
a/n: this was meant to be a drabble but it got way longer than planned ^^; i hope you enjoy!
warnings: amnesia, brief mentions of pain and headaches, mentions of death, everyone is a little ooc (my bad)
when consciousness returned to your body, all you could see was the void. your vision was filled with an expanse of black, broken only by a faint glow in the distance. ‘did i die?’ you thought to yourself. you were beginning to understand the phrase ‘seeing the light’ a little bit more. as feeling returned to your body, you realized you were on something soft, like a cloud.
maybe you did actually die, and this is heaven’s waiting room. it was feasible, and that’s what you would’ve concluded if your head didn’t start pounding like all hell. if you weren’t dead already, the pain would definitely finish the job.
“…not okay! they could’ve…” a feminine voice said
“…one’s fault…” a masculine voice responded
the words faded in and out of your ears, a loud ringing overshadowing all other noise. you groaned, your eyes opening slowly. sitting up, you were met with the sight of three teenagers bickering at the foot of your bed. what scared you the most was the fact that one of them held a bronze sword in his hand, and the other had small horns. the only normal one was the blonde, at least until she turned to look at you. she had sharp gray eyes, like the sky before a storm. those same eyes widened and exclaimed your name in relief. the blonde wanted to approach you, but stopped at the way you flinched when she called your name.
“how are you feeling? you weren’t looking so good” the boy with horns asked you. sword boy (you really had to ask them for names), chuckled before replying, “they took a literal boulder to the head”. blondie then proceeded to punch him in the shoulder, swiftly shutting him up, “percy please-“
“it’s true!”
all you could do was look between the two of them as they started bickering back and forth. you raised an inquisitive brow and goat boy could only smile nervously, “you know how they can get”. that began the snowball of your confusion. you felt like you should know these people, but you don’t. how could something feel so familiar yet so foreign.
“i-i don’t think i do”
the arguing pair froze to look at you in confusion. the blonde in particular, stared at you with a steely gaze, “don’t what”. you averted your gaze, opting to count the small scratches which littered your hands, “i don’t know how they can get-“ you paused, “because i don’t know them, i don’t know you! i don’t know where i am, why i’m in bed, why my head hurts so bad-“ all the questions that had been stirring in the back of your mind rushed out like an avalanche. you had more to say, but you were cut off by someone slamming the door open. another blond kid. great. already two blonds and neither one had told you their name
“how about the next time someone wakes up after being knocked out, we call the medic” blond boy (this is getting ridiculous) scolded, proceeding to give you a quick once over with his eyes. “will, we would have-“ sword boy (blondie called him percy you think) started, “no you wouldn’t have” he replied, taking your pulse and noting it down, “you’re not even supposed to be here”. ‘percy’ pursed his lips, knowing that will was right. the blonde girl rolled her eyes in annoyance, “right or wrong- it doesn’t matter. they don’t remember anything”. will stopped, gaze switching between you and blondie, “like from the fight?”. blondie shook her head
“like from their life, at least after camp half blood”
will turned you, “well” he started, “what’s the last thing you remember”. you took a deep breath, recalling your thoughts, “running, i think. for a while- and being chased by something or someone?” you did your best to recall from the top of your head, but the pounding was still prevalent. even if it was the last thing you remembered, it still felt like it was so long ago.
the one with horns spoke up again, “that’s the day they got to camp half blood. they were attacked near the border, and i had to help them to the infirmary”. percy’s brows furrowed, concern prevalent on his features, “so they don’t remember anything after coming to camp.”
the four teens looked at you. it wasn’t apparent, but you could see the pity hidden behind their eyes. how do you reply? it wasn’t your fault, but you felt terrible. from what it seemed, these people were close to you, yet all the moments you shared together had vanished into thin air blondie cleared her throat, “i suppose weshould start with names then. i’m annabeth” she said, “the satyr is grover” he gave you a comforting smile, “the guy helping you is will, and on the wall is-” annabeth paused, her words getting caught in her throat. “percy, right? i think i heard annabeth say it” you questioned, looking at him for confirmation. the green eyed boy nodded, a small smile finding its way to his lips. it was hard to place, but you felt familiar with percy. everyone else was a stranger, but somehow you knew him. you couldn’t place it, but every time you two made eye contact in the infirmary, your heart stopped for just a minute.
will cut them all off, beginning to usher them out of the room. he spoke about doing some tests and giving you more ambrosia (you were both concerned and intrigued). the trio left, but you didn’t miss the way percy glanced at you over his shoulder
—
after a quick brief with will about your injury (rock to the head, seriously?), he sent you off all bandaged up and equipped with a lifetime supply of pain medication for your headaches. amnesia was not the worst part of your situation, surprisingly. your past self was either extremely brave or extremely stupid, and somehow managed to mess up your shoulder too. now your good arm was out of commission for the foreseeable future.
great
at least you wouldn’t have to worry about any demigod related activities for a while, meaning no capture the flag (some girl named clarisse was not happy about you being benched). being free from the game meant a lot of things. most notably was the apparent lack of kids on the grounds. you sat bored in your bed, in what was supposed to be your cabin. your hoodie was long gone, lost among the vast expanse of laundry you had. the bandages wrapping your shoulder were out on display, barely covered by the black tank you wore. piles of magazines were strewn around the duvet, haphazardly closed from your frustration.
you don’t remember reading them (slipped your mind along with everything else), but the content was so familiar you found yourself getting bored within the first few pages. with a groan, you flopped over onto your pillow. the annoyance quickly turned to confusion when you felt something hard under your head. pillow discarded, you found the source of your discomfort. it was a book. a mid-sized book with your name on the cover. the leather cover was worn, and you could see just how much was in it from the thickness alone. curiousity beat you to the punch, and you decided to open it up.
on the first page was a picture. you, percy and annabeth standing in front of the lake. captioned with your signatures and a date. on the page parallel, doodles bordered paragraphs of what looked like descriptions of the day. after reading more, it got more apparent that this was your bullet journal. the next page listed important dates like birthdays and events, and the next was personal goals, followed by more polaroid photos of you and your friends.
the further you read, the more your heart ached. you looked so happy, and so did your friends. the last one was written just last week, and it was paired with a candid photo of you laughing on your bunk next to percy. tears pricked the corners of your eyes. it was you in that picture, you knew that for sure, but it felt like you were looking at someone else’s life. these were your memories, with your friends. it felt so weird that you had no recollection of it
this camp seemed to shape you into the person you are — well, were — and you couldn’t remember any of it. would you get your memories back? how long would it take? are your friends still well, your friends? closing the journal, you tucked it back under the pillow and opted to stare at the ceiling. thinking about the life you lost with your memories. what was it like? bickering with annabeth, or play fighting with grover, kissing percy-
wait
that was a new one. it wasn’t something that you had thought about before. you weren’t sure where it was coming from, but you had a vivid memory of spending time with percy. it wasn’t a feeling, but you saw it. it was a memory. you didn’t remember who you were, but you did remember being so close to percy that you could feel his breath on your lips.
maybe you needed fresh air. the smell of dust and sweat was starting to get to you
the sun hung low in the late afternoon sky. capture the flag had ended a while ago apparently. you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice the ambient noise of the other demigods outside. people greeted you and you feigned recognition, but it was hard to pretend when everything you knew slipped through your fingers so easily
everything except a night with percy. how cliché
you found yourself on the docks for a reason you can’t quite place. you swung your legs aimlessly, staring into the horizon. a sigh left your mouth. as the world went on around you, thoughts of the journal clouded your mind. you let yourself zone out as a small break from reality. you wished all of this was just a sick daydream
“oh, hey”
you almost jumped out of your skin, your stupor broken by a familiar voice.
“at least you still remember our spot” percy said, taking a seat next to you on the dock. you laughed dryly, “remember is a strong word, i just wanted to get away from everyone”. sea green eyes flicked from the water over to you. he couldn’t say a lot of the things he wanted to, because gods know you would think he’s a creep. percy was just happy you’re okay, but he missed a lot more than he could say
“so, how are you doing” he slowly broke the silence. you shrugged, “i’ve been benched, mentally and physically”. percy laughed lightly at your words, “i’m guessing it’s hard finishing tasks you have no clue how to do”.
“someone asked me about how i fight and he started describing things i didn’t even know i could do” you both laughed, like you were old friends. which in retrospect, you really were. “do you think you’ll get them back, your memories i mean”. you pursed your lips in thought, “hopefully, i’ve been thinking about it a lot. i found my journal, and it seemed like we had so many good memories” you said, reminiscing. percy looked at you again, hearing the longing in your voice. “i’m just some person now. even if i do remember life before camp, i lost so much of myself along with those memories” your voice began to tremble. a single tear rolled down your cheek into your lap, beginning the downpour.
“people know me percy. i have relationships with a lot of people here. hell, some even look up to me”, in the absence of tissue, you opted to wipe your tears away with your hands, “i don’t remember who i was percy! i don’t remember people, or my beliefs. all i remember is kissing you!” you paused, taking a breath to stable yourself, “why do i remember kissing you”
in the heat of the moment, you let it slip. you hadn’t meant to open up so much, but you were tired of feeling like a stranger. the pent up emotions were too much to handle for you. it was silent between you two for a moment, the void filled with sounds of dusk
“that night” percy started, “when you told me how you felt, it’s like the world stopped”. you looked towards him with curiosity. hopefully, this was the night you remembered. it clearly had some form nuance in your life, since it was the only thing you remember.
“maybe it’s a good thing i didn’t ask you out that night” he started, “it hurts a lot when the person you care so much about doesn’t even recognize your face”. you opened your mouth to speak, apologies lingering on your tongue, but percy quickly cut you off, “don’t blame yourself, i know how you are” he stated, “besides, im happy you remember me” the boy flashed you his signature smile, and your heart melted. “it means i was important to you”
for the first time in what felt like ages, a genuine smile found its place on your face. percy was about to continue, but was cut off by the sound of someone calling his name. he looked disappointed, but began to get up nonetheless.
“i guess i’ll see you at dinner-“ “percy wait”, you grabbed his wrist, stopping him as he was about to leave, “thank you” you stated simply, heat rising to your cheeks. he laughed at your bashful expression. “maybe amnesia isn’t such a bad thing” he said, pulling you up out of your position on the dock. you raised a brow, looking at him with apparent curiosity. gesturing for him to go on, percy continued, “well, it means you get to fall in love with me all over again”. he feigned pain when you playfully punched his shoulder. the voice from before was louder now, annoyance evident in its tone. percy said goodbye, but before he could fully turn away, you used your good arm to pull him towards your form. the boy yelped in surprise, but confusion turned to joy when he felt your lips against his cheek. a smirk crept onto his lips, and the brunette began to tease you endlessly. rolling your eyes, you pushed him away, “someone needs you, dork”. he pouted, “can i at least get one for the road?” he called out. you shrugged in reply and laughed as he groaned and walked away from you.
you retook your seat at the dock, legs swinging over the edge. it was darker now, and the moon painted your face with a dim glow. you were alone again, but this time your heart was left feeling a little more full than before
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Draxum and the turtles sit down over some tea and Draxum's all like "I am deeply sorry I took all of the momentum out of my villainous dramatics"
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I had. a thought. Welp, here goes.
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"Cookies, anyone?" one of the flappy shoulder-pad-thingy guys offers, holding a platter out to Donnie, his brothers, and April as they sit awkwardly around the kitchen table in the what's only the third kitchen they've ever been in their entire lives. (Minus April, of course.)
"Soooo... you're serious about making us? Serious-serious?" Leo drawls, his fingers rubbing idly at the hilt of his (brand new, recently stolen) sword.
"Of course I made you! I would recognize my best work anywhere," answers Baron Draxum, the... yokai, if Donnie understood him correctly. "I'd thought you'd been destroyed with my lab, all those years ago, but to find you survived... it's incredible!"
The man moves his hands along with the first half of his speech before remembering they don't recognize his sign language--and that's a whole other level of crazy to this situation, that there are entire languages in use here that Donnie's never even heard of. He'd always hoped that there was more intelligent life somewhere in the universe, but to think it was right under New York this whole time--!
"Can confirm! Huginn and I were here when he made you!" chirps the other flappy shoulder guy, this one fulfilling his duties as a shoulder pad and looking rather smug for being such a tiny guy on a very large goat-man's shoulder.
"And that was with-- just to double check here-- the DNA of the missing action star Lou Jitsu?" April asks incredulously, accepting a cookie from the tray.
A nod.
She whistles. "Man, this would make that conspiracy girl from school absolutely freak."
Baron Draxum tilts his head and makes a vaguely conversational noise. Probably didn't quite hear her, then, Donnie knows the signs. April doesn't quite seem to notice, because she moves on with a new question:
"So why did you make four mutant turtles anyway?"
"I need them to destroy humanity with me," Draxum says evenly, and wow, that's a statement to suck all the energy out of the room if Donnie's ever heard one. Everyone seems to still like a deer caught in the headlights (except for Raph, busily stuffing cookies in his mouth, and glancing around in confusion when the room goes silent).
"It wouldn't be easy, necessarily, or quick, but with the aid of my recently developed mosquitos to aid in creating more mutants, I would have a viable army in a matter of months," Draxum continues. "You could be my generals, my righteous warriors! I will lead the yokai to freedom and glory with the four of you at my side!"
And Donnie doesn't know this guy at all, but he happens to be fluent enough in 'morally grey mad scientist' to recognize that this guy is dead serious.
"Oh. So you're crazy crazy," Mikey mutters behind a hand, at a volume far to close too normal for that kind of comment. Baron Draxum tilts his head slightly, narrowing his eyes, and fuck, Donnie can't tell for the life of him if that's a "didn't quite catch that" face or a "you've got ten seconds to run" face.
"...you'll join me, won't you?" he asks, and something in his voice is suddenly sharp and dangerous under his pleasant tone, like there's a very clear right answer here. Donnie's heart sinks as he realizes which one it is.
"Ye-yeah, sure!" Raph jumps in nervously, coughing cookie dust as he rubs the crumbs off his face. "Raph thinks we'll just be leaving now, we, uh, we gotta get home before--"
A flick of the man's wrist and the kitchen doorway is completely blocked by writhing purple vines.
"--and we have so much to talk about, so you aren't going anywhere," the Baron continues, a strained pretense of pleasantry still clinging to his words. "Besides, I have finally recovered you after thirteen years. I can't just let you go."
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I have no idea where I would actually go from here, but it's certainly an idea to mess around with.
(Based on this post for context)
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Heavenly Bound: Searching (Chapter 1)
Lucifer x F!Human Reader
Rating: 16+
Fandom: Lil Lucifer AU
Story Type: Fluff / Romance / Drama / Comedy
2,545 Words
-Y/N = Your name- -L/N = Last name-
Music I listened to as I wrote: - Nothing! :)
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(In this version of the Lil Lucifer AU, Lucifer didn't start to question his father until he was around 23... in angel years, several thousands of years in human years, meaning that none of the resistance has happened yet and all the characters are still in heaven and are now adults.)
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You survey your heavenly surroundings and recall how exactly you got here. About ten minutes ago, you woke up and begrudgingly got out of bed to make yourself some bacon and eggs for breakfast, it was around 9:06-ish A.M. and the morning sunlight was still pouring in through your curtains. As you got out your eggs and started to put your bacon on your pan with a sizzle, you were suddenly teleported into this cloud like realm. Now you're wandering aimlessly in hopes you run into a service desk of some kind or somehow figure out how you got here. You've come to the conclusion you're not dead, you pinched yourself and checked your pulse, you are alive… So you've come the the conclusion that you were either teleported here for a weirdly specific reason or by accident. …You're assuming by accident since there was seemingly no one awaiting your arrival. After a few moments you calm down and realize just how beautiful your surroundings really are.
You look up and admire the beautiful balconies where beings seem to fly down from and onto… perhaps to sleep. Your current theory is that they act as nests since the beings that fly into them seem to be quite tired looking and the ones that fly out of them seem to be refreshed and energized. If they are nests, you think that's cute, if not… you think they should have nests. You think they would like them, after all, who doesn't like a good pillow nest? You hope they get a good night's sleep if they are nests, only god knows how much they must work to take care of everything, and considering how quickly beings are walking past you, you assume they rarely stop to rest. You look up further, past the balconies and their pretty giant archways and realize there's actually tall white marble walls towering high above you, your jaw drops. "Holy shit.." You think to yourself, how on earth did you miss that? It seems that said balconies that you thought were sleeping are actually just normal balconies that are on two buildings built on top of lines of marble pillars to the left and right of you. Perhaps the balconies are an entrance way for the angels? That would make sense.. they do have wings. You wonder if all the buildings are up high like that or if you'll be able to get into one eventually.
Many angelic looking being rush past you, but they don't even seem to notice your presence. Some are almost a normal person's height, but are furry and soft looking with long ears like a goat, those beings have many fur colors, such as tan, white, cream, brown, light brown.. and grey. Other's are big round many golden wheels encircling one another with many eyes and wings on them… And then there's one that truly frightens you, they have what you assume is a normal angel's head but with many animals heads as well, and they are absolutely MASSIVE. They're practically as big as a building… You've taken a mental note to stay out of their path so you don't get squashed… if that can even happen here.
You decide to go over an inspect a pillar for clues, you carefully weave in and out of the crowd of angels rushing forward and backwards and every which way until finally, you reach a pillar. None of the angels seem to go under here, probably because it's like under a porch to them, why would they go under there? The furniture is up there! Not to mention, it's quite dark under here. You carefully look into the darkness that's just past the pillar line, you decide to ignore it but stay weary of it, You get the uncanny feeling that something is watching you from in there… or maybe it's just the paranoia and your hate for the dark… Either way, you stay faced towards it but focus on the pillar. Many symbols are carved into the golden lining on the bottom on the pillar, but sadly you don't recognize a single one. You use a finger to trace one of the symbols, suddenly, you hear something shuffle from within the darkness and quickly dart your eyes back up at it. You see something open it's eyes, beautiful baby blue glowing irises irk you from the dark.. but whatever it is doesn't seem to have a very threatening aura. The entity's bottom eye lids scrunch upwards like it's smiling and it begins to step out from the inky abyss into the.. slightly less shadowy blackness, revealing a very tall furry angel wearing beautiful white robes with lots of golden jewelry and pretty shiny gems along his collar.. His fur is a beautiful creamy white color and he seems to have a set of medium sized goat horns, unlike the other smaller furry angels you've seen. As he walks over to you you realize that he's absolutely towering, he's at least seven foot, he must be a different species of angel or something. You examine his face, he's quite handsome, he looks perfect in every way, from his nose to his jawline. His teeth are pearly white but seem normal.. except for the incisors, which are extremely sharp looking and are longer than average, but he has a beautiful smile nonetheless. His nose is long and straight, and his eyes are a stunning baby blue, you almost don't want to look away.
"Hello!" The being's voice is velvety smooth like silk and sing-songy, but slightly deeper than the average man's. You hesitantly raise a hand and wave at him, you feel a faint flush take over your cheeks, you feel so out of place here, you have no idea what to do. "Hi.." You greet coyly. The angel smiles wider and giggles at your shyness. "My name is Lucifer, the eldest archangel, it's very nice to meet you!" Lucifer says excitedly as if he rarely gets company. He reaches over and grabs one of your hands and shakes it energetically. His enthusiasm makes you chuckle a bit, you shake his hand and notice he's got quite the grip to him.. it's probably because he's so big. His hand lingers on yours for a moment before he finally lets go.. you wouldn't have minded if he wanted to hold your hand, you could use it right now.. "My name is Y/N, L/N, nice to meet you too." You say chipperly. "Y/N L/N… what a beautiful name." Lucifer responds with a smirk. You smile and flush a bit from the compliment. "Oh.. thank you.." You say softly. "Any time! So, what are you doing in heaven, toots?" Lucifer asks as he summons a golden trident covered in jewels and leans on it, await an explanation. "Well… I woke up, started to make some bacon and eggs.. then.. Poof! I was teleported here." You explain softly. Lucifer smirks widely at you. ""Poof?"" Lucifer asks teasingly. You nod then repeat yourself. "Poof." Lucifer nods in response and looks away and examines his trident for a moment. "Tell me.." His eyes dart back to you. "Are you magical in any way or know any magical beings personally?" He asks blatantly. You slowly shake your head. "Yeah.. that's what I thought. I didn't sense any magic coming off of you." He admits before he looks back down at you. He rubs his chin in thought. "Did you happen to make a pact with anyone or anything? Or did you happen to accept any items you previously didn't have in your home that suddenly appeared?" He asks. "Well…" You say guiltily. "I hate the sound of that.." Lucifer admits. You bite your lip before continuing. "Well, I did find a ring…" Lucifer face palms. "Are you serious?" Lucifer asks distraughtly. You nod. Lucifer peeks at you through his fingers before dropping his hand back down to his side. "Okay.. let me just.." He squats down in front of you, he takes your hands and holds him on top of his, he carefully examines them before a golden glow appears from each of your fingers and strings out into a bunch of symbols. You look up to try to read his expression. His eyebrows furrow and the glow goes away. "No.. that can't be right…" He carefully lets go of your small hands and stands up, he paces a bit before he finally stops and looks at you with a small frown on his face.
"It seems one of my siblings has taken a liking to you.. the ring was left by an angel, by accepting the ring you accepted an agreement.. It seems you accepted a marriage proposal, they most likely used that to get you up here for some reason. I'm not sure if it was for work reasons or because they simply enjoyed you and your antics.. or perhaps fell in love with you.. it is not unheard of… But it seems that's what happened… I didn't even know you could keep mortals up here but it says in the agreement that you shall stay with them for the rest of eternity.. you know.. like a normal proposal. So it seems someone has found a loophole in the system and are keeping you here. Because of the fact you are in an agreement, I cannot help you return home." Lucifer rants. Silence echos for a few moments until you finally pipe up. "WHAT!?" You yell out. Lucifer nods. "Yeah, I know." He says distraughtly, it seems this entire situation has flipped his world upside down. "That's not fair! I didn't even know! Doesn't that mean anything, that it wasn't voluntary!?" You ask desperately. Lucifer shakes his head. "I'm afraid not dear, that's the rules. The agreement you agreed to is quite specific and detailed.. Which leads me to believe it may be Uriel who did it… Though, he hates most people and I don't see him as the proposing type, more of the "I'll die alone in an old shack in the woods with many books type" but.. You never know." Lucifer admits. You both stare at each other. "What!?" You yell out once more. "Look, I'll take care of you until this is all sorted out, I'll make sure you're fed and give you a place to stay… unless your so called "partner" comes to claim you, and depending on who it is and what their intentions are I may still shelter and protect you myself.. But I'll go to the top with this one, I'll inform Michael and have him search and ask everyone. The only thing is.. finding him can be tricky. He's usually on earth battling demons.. but when he is up here he's usually being a recluse." Lucifer says softly. He squats down and grabs your face and squishes your cheeks. "I'll take care of this… okay?" Lucifer asks soothingly. You nod softly, tears weld in your eyes. "Shhh…" Lucifer picks you up and stands back up, he carefully rocks you side to side comfortingly while holding you like a baby. "I've got ya.." Lucifer reassures. You nod and hide your face in the crook of his neck, his fur is so soft and soothing., and he's so warm. Lucifer chuckles at you. "It's okay little one, it's not that big of a deal.. I'm sure it can be worked out in a day or two, tops." Lucifer says.
You raise back up and look at him sadly, he smiles up at you, his eyes soften like honey. He rubs his cheek on yours before he puts you down and wipes your tears from your cheeks. You inhale deeply, and exhale. "This is fine… this… is fine." You reassure yourself mentally. "Come along now, let's go look for Michael and Uriel, you can't miss them, they look about like me but Michael's usually covered in blood and Uriel usually has his nose in a book or scroll." Lucifer says as he waits for you to follow him, you follow him and he carefully takes your hand, keeping a firm grip in case you were to get pushed. You both weave in and out of beings in the opposite direction you were originally going. You accidentally trip over your won feet and bump into someone beside you. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" You swiftly apologize. A tall furry angel like Lucifer scowls down at you. "Oh hey Uriel!" Lucifer quickly greet the mysterious figure. "Lucifer. What's with the mortal? Father will be displeased if you do anything rash to bother any mortals on earth. Put it back." Uriel's voice is coarse and deep like thunder, it makes you flush slightly. He seems very.. melancholy for an angel. "Actually, I was looking for you for that very reason, take a look at her pacts, an angel has trapped her here by marrying her and it seems I cannot return her unless the pact is broken by either you or it's original maker." Lucifer explains with a smile. "What!? No angel has ever married a mortal? Sex, yes. Marry? That's a whole different level of blasphemy!" Uriel yells in surprise. "…I'm guessing that this pact isn't yours then..?" Lucifer asks hesitantly. Uriel bends down and grabs your hands, the same golden strings come off and the symbols appear again. "Absolutely not! Why on earth would you think it's me!?" Uriel asks, slightly annoyed. "It's just so.. detailed. I assumed you were the only guy capable of such a complicated pact." Lucifer confesses. Uriel carefully examines each symbol and concern fills his face. "No.. I've never seen one so complex before, nor have I ever seen one like this ever." Uriel slowly lets go of your hands, stands, and continues. "It seems who ever made this pact truly wanted her to stay.. forever. They most likely fell in love with her." Uriel confesses quite emotionlessly. You look up at Lucifer, he blinks a few time in awe before he quickly snaps out of it and looks down at you and picks you up so you don't fall over and get trampled, you have a feeling he probably meant to do that earlier, but Uriel distracted him.
Uriel rubs in between his brows then down his face, Then he sighs deeply. He lets his arm fall to his side as he glaces at all the scrolls he's holding with one arm. He makes a swift turn in the opposite direction and begins to walk. "These can wait, come along Lucifer and.. what is your name?" Uriel asks, he pauses and looks at you with a brow raised. "Oh! "Y/N, Y/N L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Uriel." You quickly say as you hold your hand out as a greeting. Uriel looks at your hand then at you before he hesitantly shakes it. "The pleasure is all mine." Uriel says politely before letting go and flying off. "Hold on tight, Y/N." Lucifer commands as his wings start to stretch out. You wrap your arms around his neck tightly and with that, he starts to fly after Uriel, whom seems to be heading to his library which you can barely see in the distance… you think.
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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41. A totally normal family.
Our life continues on as normal. well, at least as normal as life can be living in a haunted house with one daughter, two cats, one ghost dog, a goat, a chick and a god of Mischief!
Here is Loki, helping Becca with her homework.
I still can't believe Loki feels the same way about me as I do about him! Luckily, I have the selfies to prove it.
Having said that, life would be even better if Loki had an actual body, and wasn't, you know... incorporeal anymore!
I suggest he contacts his mother again. Maybe she will have thought of something!
Loki meditates by the shrine in the garden.
It doesn't take long for Frigga to appear. Loki greets her not just with a hug, but with a kiss on her cheek too!
"you seem a lot happier than since we last spoke!" Frigga smiles at her son.
"I am," Loki smiles. "I have a goat!"
"And that is all that is making you so happy?" Frigga teases him gently.
"Perhaps there's a bit more," Loki admits. "Would you like to come in and have tea with us, Mother?"
Frigga is surprised, it's the first time Loki has invited her into the home where he is living now. She follows him curiously.
I walk into the living room just as Loki is pouring tea.
"Marianna, this is my mother." Loki introduces Frigga. "Mother, this is my ehm... my... Marianna." He rubs the back of his neck and looks embarrassed.
I stand there, completely stunned. It is the goddess Frigga herself, of whom Loki speaks so highly. What should I do? Bow? Curtsy? I don't know how to curtsy!
"Come and sit down next to me," Frigga invites me to sit next to her by patting the sofa, just in time before I sink into the ground out of sheer embarrassment.
"How wonderful to finally meet the special person who is making my Loki so happy!"
"MOTHER!" Loki looks like he's about to sink into the ground himself.
"it is wonderful you summoned me, Loki." Frigga ignores her son's outcry. "I was just about to contact you myself."
Loi sits down and eyes his mother curiously.
"Your Father remembered an artefact that might be able to aid you in your return to life," Frigga explains.
"He is NOT my Father..." Loki begins. Frigga raises an eyebrow at him. "Sorry, Mother," Loki mumbles.
"Your Father remembered your sister used to own a powerful quill, rumoured to be capable of resurrecting the dead."
"I have a sister?" Loki asks in surprise.
"Had a sister," Frigga reminds him.
"oh, you mean Hela. I keep forgetting that part. A lot happened at the time," Loki shrugs. "Besides that, she's Thor's sister, not mine."
"you can not pick and choose your family," Frigga chastises him gently.
"Do you have any idea where this quill is?" Loki changes the subject.
"I can teach you a spell to locate it," Frigga answers. "There is one catch though."
"Of course there is," Loki rolls his eyes.
"The quill needs to be used by a skilled author, a true master of their arts. They will need to use it to capture the epic saga that is to be the story of your life. So even if you would manage to retrieve the quill, you'd still need to find the right person to write it."
To Frigga's surprise, Loki smiles. "That will not be a problem. I happen to live with the most talented author of tales I have ever had the pleasure to know!"
Loki points towards my PC.
"You are a writer!" Frigga exclaims in delight. "How wonderful! I should have known my Loki would be drawn to someone creative, he has always had such an active imagination of his own!"
"I'm not sure if I'm a 'Master of my art'," I say shyly. "but my recently published book is selling really well! And if it helps Loki, I'd sure be willing to at least try and do his story justice!"
"Then there is still hope," Frigga smiles.
Since Frigga is here anyway, I figure I might as well invite her over for dinner.
Loki introduces Becca to Frigga while I put the chicken in the oven.
"This is normal, right?" A little voice in my head asks. "Just a normal family dinner with my boyfriend the ghost of the god of mischief, and the ghost of the goddess Frigga, his adoptive mother. Totally normal!"
"Perhaps soon I'll have an actual body," Loki smiles as we are getting ready for bed. "It would be wonderful to actually be able to feel your touch on my skin, to taste your lips on mine."
"It would be nice," I agree. I know that while Loki can interact with the world, he can not actually sense it. To him, it more feels like the memory of a touch, taste or scent.
I give him a hug.
"I'll write you the most amazing saga the world has ever seen!" I promise impulsively. "Tomorrow, we're going to get that quill, no matter where it is!"
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just a normal guy he prommies <3
[ID: A digital drawing with traditional lining of version pictures of a character. In the middle, a character with a blue-gray vest with a black buckle, gold buttons and trims, a blue overcoat, black hair and goat ears, and goat horns counts on his fingers, seemingly recalling the other pictures. At the top left, the character appears to be cornered by King of Greed, a fearful expression on his face. The top right shows part of Mountain of Smiling Bodies, a bloody arm sticking out of its mouth. The middle left shows him with a surprised look, head cleanly decapitated by a figure in a three-eyed bird mask with brown hair. The middle right shows him on the ground, seemingly dead, with his arm ripped off, eye out of his skull, and a bird foot resting on his head. The lower left shows him bleeding from most parts of his body with a wide-eyed expression and smile. Organs are falling out of his abdomen. It seems he is a shell of Nothing There. The lower right shows him drinking a grape wellcheers soda with a blank expression, seemingly unaware of the maws of Meat Lantern surrounding him. /end ID]
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Prologue: Evil’s Soft First Touches
Krat Central Station, autumn evening
The Krat Central Station was shrouded in darkness, brightened somewhat by the lamps on the ceiling, which swayed slightly, sporadically making an unpleasant, creaking sound; so unexpected that Wilton Radcliffe stood terribly tense at the station.
He had hoped that he wouldn't be alone at the station — but he realized that he was only under an illusion.
He was all alone. Late in the evening. Not a soul around him; and only from time to time the sound of shoes walking on the stairs.
For a time he managed to hide from Angus Bumby; until his body was found on the tracks of Moorgate station in London. Then he could emerge from his hiding place and live normally again.
Until a scorpion visited him.
He had to flee London. Preferably from England. Leave Europe. And that's how he ended up in Krat, hoping he wouldn't be found. Now he wanted to return to the peace of his apartment. But he stood at the station, afraid to turn around.
The siren song echoed, getting closer to him, until it finally stopped growing louder. Wilton could hear laughter as his body stiffened even more, and she sensed how afraid he was.
“I love the smell of hunter’s fear,” she said airily. “The scent of saffron, frankincense, myrrh, earth and leather.”
He never knew if she really felt the emotions that way, or if she was just illustrating them that way in her head. Still, it sounded disturbing; especially with her hyper fixation on perfumes.
“You knew he was the perpetrator, and yet you allowed Alice to be placed in his care.”
He took a rosary from his pocket and started moving the beads. He felt something walking on him, and after a moment he saw a scorpion attached to his hand, lazily climbing up his arm.
“He tried that too. He fell to his knees and begged for mercy. And then he started praying.”
“What did you do?”
“I didn't give up. Ruining his ego wasn't easy, but it could be done. It was even easier with you. Splatter gave up after a week, but he was just a useful idiot.”
“Think about it, Reginald. Alice… What would Elizabeth say?”
He turned around and saw her sewing the doll, her hair slightly obscuring her face, and the shadow she cast resembled a goat's head. A large dog sat by her side, glaring at him menacingly.
“I'm the last person you can catch at this, Wilton.”
She scowled at him, and he felt the scorpion go under his collar and something tighten around his leg.
There was a loud hissing sound in his ears.
“Let's make an agreement. You want immunity? For yourself? For her? All right! Just stop, please.”
He saw her examining the doll she had made.
They heard an announcement about an upcoming train that would take Radcliffe to the other side of the city.
She rose, and the dog moved with her, right at his side.
“I'm honest, Wilton. People only get what they deserve from me. It's the fault of their rotten nature that they deserve only wicked things,” she said and moved towards the exit. And Wilton could finally rest when the scorpion and the snake left him alone.
The train stopped at the station and Wilton got on and took his seat. He adjusted his glasses and took out the book he planned to read on his way home. Then he heard the sound of footsteps in his compartment.
He looked around, but he didn't notice anyone in the compartment with him. He sat back in his seat and squinted as he saw something move under the seat. Then dozens of scorpions came out from under the next seat and rushed at him. He fell back, screaming and begging for help.
He felt a strong, stabbing pain in his chest. His vision went dark, and he immediately fell to the floor with a dull thud.
Scorpions crawled over his dead body.
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The Episode ‘Roadkill’ except it’s in the Welcome Back to the Casino AU Part II
For @flufflepops
“C’mon hurry! Let’s go!”
“Right on your tail, sister!”
“Wait girls!” Elder Kettle ran after them as fast as she could catch up with their quick little legs.
The goat stood in the middle of the path to their front porch, enjoying a mouthful of grass from the front yard. Nearly tripping over it, the woman huffed as she picked the goat up to move it aside.
“Outta the way, goat.” She scowled at the animal before turning back to the girls. “When will you two be back from the movies?!” She called out after them.
Cuphead and Mugma’am stopped dead in their tracks just before the gate, giving each other awkward- even slightly annoyed- glances.
“How ‘bout when she stops bein so clingy?” Cuphead muttered.
“Don’t be rude.” Mugma’am hissed.
“Uhm,” She turned to Elder Kettle, thinking of an excuse. “We’ll be gone for a while. It’s a… A double feature!”
“Actually Mugma’am, it’s a DOUBLE double feature!”
“Oh, right! I remember!”
They both smiled sheepishly at the old woman, Elder Kettle blinking at them for a moment, before her concern turned to delight.
“Oh, then I’ll give you a lift! Wait right there, just gotta get my keys!” Elder Kettle turned back around to the cottage, hurrying back in.
The sisters took a glance at each other, and took that moment to run off.
“Girls! I got the keys!” The woman ran back out, only to find the girls weren’t where she last saw them. In fact, they weren’t any where to be found!
“Oh, they must’ve gotten a head start!”
Getting in her car, and starting it with a huff, she didn’t realize it was in reverse until she hit the gas. Ramping into the fence, she growled and scoffed;
“Ffffffff- “ Elder Kettle resisted the urge to curse.
As she drove off to catch up with the girls, the goat looked around at the mess of the broken fence and began dragging wooden planks and paint over to the sight.
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The Devil climbed the last few steps, heaving great deep breaths. Walking wasn’t her normal form of transportation- But it was the only way she could get to the soul she needed to take. Brushing herself off and tidying up her hair, she looked around.
“Now, where is that stupid cottage!” She looked around, rather annoyed.
If she hadn’t been so distracted, she would’ve seen the sharp rock she was approaching. Such a sharp rock, in fact that it cut its way through the sole of her heeled boots and pierced her skin.
“Y-OUCH! FUCK!” She held onto her foot, jumping back a few times from the unbearable pain, unaware of the appending cliff behind her.
Barely catching herself, she swung her arms around in an effort to keep her balance, she fell over the cliff. It was certainly a long fall, and thought she’d definitely survive the fall; it did happen to be cushioned by a large bush.
Full of thorns.
“OUCH!”
Fighting with the vines to get free, she tried to walk off, getting her foot caught on a vine. The vines tightening, she lost her balance and fell to the ground, hitting her chin.
“You stupid, fucking- Ugh!” She grunted as she tried to get free, a small movement catching her attention. A small bunny came into view, likely coming to check what all the commotion was all about. Its little nose twitched as it cocked its head to one side. Embarrassed, the Devil smiled sheepishly and got all flustered;
“Heh… A little help?”
The bunny hopped a little closer, presumably to assist the poor demon in the clenches of the vines-
Only to bite her in the nose.
“Y-OUCH!!” The pain struck, making her arms flail and get loose of the vines. Getting a good grip of the bunny, she ripped it off her nose. Massaging her nose, she growled at the now trembling creature.
“You… Nightmare of a rabbit!” She grumbled. (Eh? See what I did there @nightmaretherabbit ? Eh? Ok I’ll leave now, I’m sorry- )
“Come on, hurry, she’s gaining on us!”
Recognizing that voice, the Devil dropped the small animal, now able to escape Satan’s wrath.
“That’s the Cup!” She hurried through the forest, towards the sound.
Poking her head out of the tree line, she watched the two brats run past her- But failed to notice the vehicle coming in their direction. Jumping out of the brush and ready to run after the bratty girls, an unknown force hit her and threw her back. Landing face first onto the dirt road, this time the fall knocked her out.
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Elder Kettle slammed on the breaks, her glasses flying off and swinging down, still connected to the chain; she breathed heavily, gripping the steering wheel.
She had hit something.
What? She had no idea.
Something good size though, and most likely an animal.
Adjusting her side rear-view mirror, she saw something lying in the road. Some big black blob it looked like- Without her glasses.
“Uh-oh.”
Opening the door, she rushed over to the animal. Not running away, her mind immediately went to… Not alive.
And that this black blob was most likely a large house cat.
Feeling around for a stick in the tree line, she found a branch and poked at the animal.
It didn’t move.
Placing a hesitant hand on its back, she heaved a sigh of relief to feel the animal still breathing. Though it was likely injured- especially with how fast she was going.
Looking down the road towards where the girls had went, she knew she had other priorities to attend to.
“They know the way there and back.” She told herself, throwing down the stick and opening the trunk before leaning down and picking up the poor animal off the ground.
#cup sisters#cuphead#mugma’am#the devil cuphead#elder kettle#welcome back to the casino au#cuphead au#genderbend#humanized au#the cuphead show#the cuphead show spoilers#fanfiction#retelling#this redraw is killing me- 🤣
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Sold Off (Part 2)
Lloyd Hansen x Fem!reader (Y/n)
Summary: After Lloyd kills your abusive father, Y/n inherits her father's business and other assets, but there will be a price to pay.
Word count: 2.3k
Warnings: Language. Sorta soft Lloyd. Father figure Ari (not really a warning but still). Flashback.
Y/L/N = Your last name
Y/n = Your name
Cassandra is Y/n and Lloyd's infant daughter, named after Y/n's deceased mother.
After giving birth to your daughter Cassandra who is 8 almost 9 months old, you've been at your happiest. She's definitely the light in your life, Lloyd has been busy with his work, but that doesn't mean he isn't the light in your life. He's always gone on missions, you know it kills him to be away from you and your little pumpkin.
With your father being dead, you've felt free, Ari stuck around and kept you company whenever Lloyd was on his missions, it did worry you he'd get himself killed, it worried you a lot, and you're pretty sure little Cassandra can sense when you worry because she'd start crying.
Ari being Ari always comforted you, and helped take care of Cassandra whenever you needed time for yourself.
"Get some rest Y/n, I'll watch Cassie." he tells you, taking the infant from your arms, "You need sleep."
Rubbing your face, "Yeah, I know. Wake me up in a few hours, yeah?." you tell him, laying on the couch.
"Of course." he nods his head, leaving you in the living room to get some sleep that you desperately needed due to Lloyd not being home.
*13 years earlier*
“Where are we going?.” 9 year old you asked Ari, your father is away with his business, and Ari stayed behind to watch over you.
“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise.” he tells you, not looking away from the road.
“Dad doesn’t like when I go outside the manor.” you tell him, hint of nervousness in your young voice.
“Don’t worry about your father.” he consoles you, “You know your uncle Ari will protect you from him.”
Your father was too busy with his work to watch over you, leaving the maids, and butlers to watch over you. Overall your father doesn’t care about you, and Ari knew this, he despised him for it. How could someone hate their own child?.
Your childhood isn’t normal, not even close, Ari tries to shield you away from the talks of killing, guns, and violence, because you’re just a kid. You’re homeschooled, in a way, except for teachers or tutors. It's the maids, butlers and nannies reading to you, teaching you basic math and English, as well as common sense stuff, such as changing a light bulb, unclogging the kitchen sink, cleaning the oven, and how to do laundry.
Your father neglected you, and your mother died giving birth to you, but of course you didn’t know that.
About 3 miles away from the manor is an equestrian stable. One of the maids, Maggie, had given you a book called “Flambards” by K.M Peyton. She was there when your grandmother took you to an equestrian event a few years prior, when your father Willam lashed out at her, and told her the dangers she could’ve put himself into if they found out about his work.
Of course he only thought about himself, why she didn’t report him to children protective services is beyond your knowledge.
Pulling into the dirt parking lot, your eyes immediately lit up to the sounds of neighing, and the whinnies from horses.
Ari saw the look in your eyes, and smiled “I told you were gonna love it.” You both get out of the car, and approach the stables with a variety of horses, and other animals, goats, pigs and a few alpacas, it was somewhat of a petting zoo, but your main focus was on the horses.
One horse in particular caught your eye, it was running around the round pen to the right, looking like it was having the time of its life.
A blue eyed, Amber Champagne Thoroughbred named LaRae, she was beautiful, she seemed to be very social because the moment you, and Ari approached the pen she immediately came up to both of you.
You being a very small 9 year old, you couldn't reach her head to pet her. Ari lifted you so you’re sitting on his shoulder, now you’re able to get a better look at her.
“She's a beautiful one, ain’t she?.” he says, petting her mane.
“She is!.” you respond, unable to stop smiling at all this joy you have.
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You wake up to the sound of footsteps approaching you. “Y/n?.” Ari gently taps your shoulder, you wake up completely, taking the blanket off of you. Rubbing your face, rubbing the crusts out of your eyes.
“Where’s Cassandra?” you ask him, stretching out your arms.
“She’s with Suzanne.” he tells you, you groan as you stand up. You’re not very fond of her, and Lloyd knows this, so does Ari. If Cassie could understand the basic concept of language, she would know this too.
You leave to the kitchen, where you see Cassandra in her high chair, eating some cut up fruit that you’re sure Ari had given her, since Suzanne doesn’t help out with her.
With Lloyd being gone 80% of the time, you felt like a single mother, but you did have Ari to help you.
“Suzanne.” you say as you walk into the kitchen, acknowledging her, but not looking at her.
“Y/n.” she responds, giving you a side glance before looking away. You pick up your daughter from her high-chair, and leave the kitchen.
You take her into the next room, and sit down on a chair with her on your lap, cleaning her mouth.
You were surprised when you heard the doors to the villa open, and Lloyd’s voice immediately followed shortly after. “Sunshine! Can you come here?”. Something about his tone, he sounds a bit off. You go to where he was at, daughter in your arms, Ari following behind you. The second you walk in, Lloyd’s eyes immediately go to your daughter.
“My little sunshine.”he says, as he takes her from you into his arms.
“What’s wrong?” you ask him, “Sounds like you...”. He cuts you off before you could finish you sentence.
“You’re in trouble.” he tells you.
Your eyes go wide. “W-what?.” you mutter. He switches arms with Cassandra, moving her from one arm to the other.
He sighs, “Turns out the business, or should I say the issues that your father had, are now your problems. He didn’t have a will, but you automatically inherit his business.”
“Is that a good thing?.” you ask, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Your father had a lot of enemies. Of course you wouldn't know that because he didn’t loop you into any of his business.”
Ari standing in the doorframe behind you, gives his few cents “William did have many enemies, but they wouldn't know of Y/n’s existence.”
“Actually, Mr. Levinson, that's where you’re wrong, at that auction. Some, or 90% of the men who were there had issues with William. That's why he sold her off, so he could pay them off.”
“Well I’m really glad that piece of shit is fucking dead!.” you growl, starting to feel angry. Lloyd covers one of Cassandra’s ears acting in shock to your slight outburst.
“Language!.” he says, showing that he is a dangerous sociopath that still has a sense of humor.
“Wait, why were you there at that auction?” you ask him, in his eyes you looked innocent, yet naive.
He chuckles, giving you a side smirk “C’mon pumpkin, you should know that.”
You connected the dots, “You had an issue with my dad??.” you look back at Ari, who is just as confused as you.
“Of course I did, I didn’t know of your existence until the auction, so that's where I’d got him, buying his daughter, but he didn’t get the money, only a swift death. I played him, a little too good though.”
You turn to Ari, “Ari, did you know about this??.”
Shaking his head, “I didn’t. I swear Y/n, I didn’t know about any of that.”
Turning back to Lloyd, “B-but if my father had a problem with you, why did he think it was a good idea to sell me off?!?.”
“He was desperate sweetheart.” Lloyd tells you, “He needed the money, and people auctions pay pretty good, but his enemies are my enemies now because you are to stay inside, and not to leave.”
You throw your shoulders back, “Great, it's like I’m back to living with my dad, not being able to leave the manor.”
Lloyd sees your disapproval, “Unlike your father, I actually love and care about you. Both of you.” he hands you back Cassandra.
“Since you inherited his business, assets and all that shit, his enemies will be coming for you, so that's where I come, and take care of them myself. You take care of our daughter, and be the best wife I’ve had.”
You have mixed emotions now, you love Lloyd, but he only got you so he can kill your father, and impregnated you before he could ever pay him. He got to keep the money and you. Cassandra was just a bonus that you two got. You still remember the look on your father’s face when you told him you were pregnant with Lloyd’s child, he looked angry, but a whole new level of anger, like he knew at that very moment what Lloyd was doing, planning and that's why he left in a hurry, but wasn't quick enough. Got his arm broken in the struggle, you saw the look in his eyes, and it was fear but at the time you didn't care at the time because a part of you wanted him to die because of all the pain he did to you.
His anger always got the best of him, and he couldn’t see that. Its been almost a year since Lloyd killed him.
You nod, and leave the room walking past Ari, taking yourself and your daughter to your room.
A few hours later, you’re still in yours and Lloyd’s bedroom, playing with your daughter.
Watching her attempt to take her first steps only to fall back down.
“C’mon you got this.” you tell her, encouraging, and watching her to try and stand up on her own, but she got jelly legs. She started crawling at 6 months, but it was more of a roll and crawl a few inches.
Cassandra coos, and makes her baby noises as she tries to walk to you. What you didn’t know is Lloyd was watching you two interact with one another, this wholesome moment between mother and daughter makes him smile, the only time he lets himself be open, and unarmed is when you three are together for family moments like these.
She tries again on standing up on her own, “You got this!.” you tell her. She takes a few steps towards you, and is able to walk without losing her balance.
“You got it!.” you praise her for walking without help. You've never smiled so much in life.
“She’s getting bigger everyday.” Lloyd finally speaks up after watching you two for about 5 minutes.
You jump to his voice, you look back. He approaches the both of you, and sits at the edge of your bed while you're still seated on the floor with your daughter sitting in your lap. He takes her from your arms again.
She looks like you, a splitting image, but has Lloyd's eyes. “It's a matter of time before you start talking back to us.” he starts telling her, as if she’ll grow up to be a rebellious teenager. “No boys will be allowed to come over, then you’ll rebel against us, and sneak out after dark.”
You can’t help but smile, seeing this side of him is very heartwarming, and you love it so much. A protective father. “I don’t think she’ll be that way when she gets older.” you tell him.
“You never know sweetheart. She will eventually, you know how strict I’ll be.” he continues, “Maybe if we have another that’ll prevent that from happening.”
Your eyes widened, “Another kid? You want to have another kid?.”
He shrugs, “Why not? I don’t mind having a Lloyd Jr.”.
“Maybe in a year, or so.” you respond, “I’m still recovering from having Cassandra.”
You were in labor for 14 hours, and it kicked your ass, you had her at the villa, Lloyd got doctors and nurses to come, and assist in the delivery of your daughter.
After 14 hours of pain and contractions, you pushed out your 7lbs daughter, and you already knew what you were gonna name her, and Lloyd agreed with the name Cassandra Lynne, named after your mother and grandmother respectively.
Some time later, you put Cassandra to bed. You head downstairs to the living room, where Lloyd is threatening one of his men.
"Well get the connection before I beat you to death with that keyboard." he threatens a man who's sitting at one of the computers.
Ari is standing away from them, standing in the doorframe a few feet in front of you.
"What's going on?." you ask him. He turns to you, "Lloyd is trying to track some of your father's enemies."
"Any luck?." you ask, standing next to him.
"Nope." he shakes his head, "Nothing. Yet at least."
“ Do you think they’ll find me?.” you ask him. Ari looks over at you, he immediately sees the fear in your eyes.
“I don’t think so. If they did, they’re in for one hell of a fight.” he tells you, and it convinces you.
The rest of the night you were scared for your life, but you were more scared for your daughter's life. You didn’t want her to grow up without a mother, or parentless for the matter.
You hoped Lloyd would get a lead on something. If all your father’s enemies are taken care of, then you’ll finally be at peace and can live a normal life. Well sorta of a normal life. With you, Lloyd, Cassandra, and maybe Lloyd Jr.
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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 70
Thursday Night on WEDNESDAY Night this time ... crazy ... with a bit of luck we should be back to NORMAL schedule for next session. In the meantime ...
Matt: "What are you putting on your head, Sam?" Me: "Oh gods ..."
Yeah, this is gonna be so bad. Are we looking at a recipe for motion sickness this time? Marisha: "You're so close to me, stop!" Sam: "The hood is saying I should battle Travis!" Travis: "I will destroy you." Yeah ... Sam: "Laura, maybe you should --" Laura: "Stay away from me, Riegel!" Also yeah ...
Ooh, delicious pastries ... damn you, now I'm hungry again ...
Ah yes, the end of Shithead ... Sam: "That was the first main character death in a long while." XD
Back in Bassuras, then ... okay, what's going on here, then? Oh lovely, more god police, that's lovely, that is. Apparently Vasselheim has come ...
A skyship just BLEW UP? What? I'm sorry, what the actual?
Hmmmm ... is there some casual insurgency going on here right now, perhaps? Interesting.
Ashton: "It looks like we might have walked in in the middle of someone else's issue here." Yeah ...
Issues? Hmmm ... so ARE THERE problems with the skyships or IS THIS some kind of uprising?
Oh yeah, Kimothee Chalamet, of course ...
Kiki bird! Awwwwwww ...
FCG; "When a dead lady's worried about your health you should listen."
AAAHH!!! Fucking crawler! Watch it!
Keyleth going solo ... yeah, I am NOT too confident about that ...
Wait ... is Travis rolling an insight check on the TRESHI BALL? Like a Magic 8 Ball?
Off to Joe's, then ... ah, yeah, still early ...
Trap check? Oh boy ... please don't pull a drunk Nott, Chetney ...
Chetney unlocks the door, then Imogen uses her Mage Hand to open it ... before Laudna has a crack at just SCARING THE FUCK out of Joe ...
Wait ... has something HAPPENED to Joe? Oh fuck ...
Wait ... NINE PEOPLE in here? Crazy ... oh shit, what's THAT?!!! Fuck, emergency dex rolls! Crap!
Awwww ... Chetney protecting Imogen ... which has NO effect on what happens at all ...
Lightning damage? Crap ...
Meanwhile Fearne and Ashton are round the back ... did they just do that to keep from suffering ill effects? Bit sneaky, guys ...
Laudna Spiderclimb! Yay! Always fun ...
Ashton turns his hammer into a platform for Orym to climb over the fence. Cute ...
Ah, an ambush ... of course ... oh, is Joe alive, then? Hmmm ... oh no, more bad guys ... oh no, THERE'S Joe! Phew ...
Stealth good, Orym ...
Back door? Okay, somebody coming ...
Layout? OH YAY!!! Battlemap!
Oh sweet ... Nice place, Joe! And Sam TOTALLY ballses up the plug ... XD
Shield of Help? Nice ... additional AC to Dancer, that's sweet, Letters.
Interpretive dance? Imogen: "Are you confused?"
Yeah, not sure SUMMONING THE BEES is a good idea, Laudna ...
Every time Marisha starts PERCHING I know we're proper in the shit ...
Balls ... here we go all too soon ...
Wait, WHAT?!!! Fuck AND it's a sneak attack? Fuck ... Laudna, NO!!!
Roll for Initiative! YEAH, NO SHIT!!!
Wow, these are some HIGH initiative scores, guys! Is that good? Oh, except for Imogen ... 5? Ouch ...
Dancer rolled a NAT1? Oof ...
Laudna up FIRST? Oh fuck ... yeah, Form of Dread IMMEDIATELY. She is PISSED, clearly ... a FIREBALL?!!! You're sure about that play?
Boom! Crap ... black powder? Oh shit ...
NOW we roll damage? 25 points of Fire damage? Oof ... and ROLL FOR FEAR!!! Yup ...
Yup ... scuttling Laudna for the maximum creep factor ...
Oh, that was almost hairy ...
Whoa, full on MONK SHIT?!!! Great ... that's not good at all ...
Save the mini, Matthew!
Bird skull? DUSKMAVEN!!!
Shield! Nice save, Laudna!
Fucking Paragon's Call! Damn it ...
Fearne does a Mirthful Leap and Travis does a goat bleat ... XD Oh, hello Mister! Oh, she DOES have Sneak Attacks? Hmmm ... but she's already moved ... crap, now she has POPPED HER KNEE!!! Great ...
Okay, flaming monkey shit! Here we go ...
Dragonborn? Okay, then ...
Shit! Sneaky monk ninja shit! Oh fuck ... TWO attacks hit? No, Fearne! Aaaaaargh ...
Here we go, invidible Chetney on the attack! Go, wee man! Blood Curse of Bloated Agony? Here we go ... but NOT invisible now ... balls, znd now he's using the sword for the first time? Hmmmmm ...
The talking sword DISTRACTS Chetney enough to full on MISS the first hit ... but at least the SECOND one hits ... wait, he's CHARMED now? How the fuck ... Chetney, you spawny bastard ...
General Ratanish? Oh fuck ... and HE'S RAGING!!! Shit ...
Fuck, Chetney gets hit BAD ... ouch ...
FCG: "Dancer, hide, use your Pussy for protection if you have to!" Oh my gods ...
Banishment? Fuck, Sam ... Holy shit, Ratanish rolls a ONE for Charisma? Fuck ... yeah, HE GONE ... For a minute. Use it wisely, guys!
Wait ... did they MISS? Oh no, now Chetney's BAKING inside his armour ... 12 points of Fire damage? CRAP!!!
Yes ... get the dick monk, Ashton! CHARGE!!! Advantage since he's Raging ... here we go! Beat that monk ass WHOLESALE, Ashton! Boom! Yeah ... 20 points of damage AND a strength save? Okay ... and he SHOVES her! Okay ... Chaos Burst? Reckless ... whoosh ... POW!!! What's THIS gonna do? 23 points of damage in the back of the head? Ouch ...
Orym is GTAing a crawler? Crazy ... yeah, that didn't work ... and now it's just a fucking TIME BOMB ... rescuing Fearne instead, then ... crap, no hit ... TWICE? Bollocks ...
Scared guy attacks Chetney and HITS?!!! Crap ... strange confusion ensues as the Charmed one PROTESTS ... oh, interesting save ...
Dragonborn attacking Fearne ... oof .. thanks to Orym at least, only SIX points of slashing damage ...
Imogen just PUNTED the monk off the roof? Sweet ... heading in, then ... help Chetney, girl! 4th Level Lightning Bolt? BOOM!!! Not great damage, though ... 10 points only ... nuts ...
Dancer is JOINING the fight? Okay ... oh, SHE'S helping Chetney? Okay then ... Cure Wounds through Pussy 2? Yeah, that causes a lot of unnecessary jokes ... and she's peacing out again ...
Spell Sniper? Oh that's cool ... whatcha gonna do, Dead Girl? She hits one ... but at least it's the one she WANTS ... 12 and 9 damage ... and that's it for the Charmed condition, then ...
Step of the Wind ... AND Flurry of Blows? Crap ... except it MISSES FCG on the first ... but the second hits! Crap ... punted! Ouch ... oh no, the Banishment? Oh thank gods that held ...
Scorching Ray in Melee? Hmmm ... okay, Charm Person instead? Okay ... it works! Nice ... and she STEALS HIS CROSSBOW?!!! Cute ...
Laura thanks Keyleth for leaving just before they REALLY NEED HER ...
Mister's TAKING DAMAGE?!!! My gods, that NEVER happens!
Taliesin: "I have a dumb plan that may or may not work." Travis: "I love those."
A miss on the knife throw ... but it HITS the core? Crap ... and NOW Matt finally crit-fails ... oh my gods that couldn't have happened at a better time ...
"Chetney Tatum"? Yes, that IS terrifying ...
Laura: "God, I hate him! I never thought I'd MISS Craven Edge!"
Chetney gets the HDYWTDT!!! Nice ...
Is there an ON switch? Yeah, dunno if THAT'S a good idea ...
Meanwhile they're all comparing him to a border collie obsessed with the sword ... XD
13 points restored from a Healing Word on Chetney? Nice save, FCG! Then he goes to attack the monk with thesaw blade ... AND HITS!!! Nice ... Divine Smite? Sweet ... 14 damage! Sweet ...
Shit, Chetney's STILL burning? Crap ...
4th Level Erupting Earth? What? Oh dear gods ... oh, that's NOT NICE!!! THREE of our group take hits? Crap ...
Oh balls ... goodbye Banishment ... oh no, scratch that, it succeeds after all? DON'T SCARE US LIKE THAT, Matthew!
Turns out the monk is a SMEAR now ... Nice ...
Ashton going crazy to rescue Fearne ... yay! Batter him, mate! Nat20! Sweet ... Crusher? Oooooh ... a BRUTAL Critical? Nice ... I love when he has to math it up, means it's gonna be SO HIGH ... 33 damage? Fuck ... AND he rolls ANOTHER Nat20 on the second attack! 28 AND pushes them back ... oh yeah, that REALLY fucking hurt, clearly ... Ashton, you scary sometimes and I love it ...
Orym is ONCE AGAIN gonnatry and steal the crawler? Hmmmm ... okay, yanks the guy out instead ... ties him to the crawler? Hmmm ... what ARE YOU doing, Orym? He keeps CRITTING the bike ... and a TRIPPING attack? Marisha: "Can you also steal the bike's lunch money?" LOL
Oh fuck, that worked ... and that guy just gets BLOWN THE FUCK UP!!! Nice ...
Oh I love that ... he gets out but then the second one FALLS ON HIM?!!! Oh yeah, Dragonborn is SO DEAD now ...
Oof ... that's 15 slashing damage against Imogen? How dare you, sir?
Laura asks how high the ceiling is? Hmmmm ... oh, okay, yeah ... "That's telekinesis, Kyle!" XD She just SLAMS the guy into the wall AND dumps him into the fire ... 22 damage! Nice ...
Pussy 2 and Shocking Grasp? Oof ... miss? Crap ... anticlimax!
Spell Sniper again, this time on the caster ... Eldritch Blast and A NAT20! NICE!!! And another hit! POW! And again, BOTH hit again ... yeah she is just POURING hits down on this fucker!
Armour of Agathis! Sweet ... and now she BOOTS the door open! Okay, then ... looking for Joe? That won't work ... so she sends Mister to Joe instead, but not enough movement to make it ... do he just chucks some more flaming shit instead. 12 fire damage AND MISTER GETS THE HDYWTDT?!!! Nice ...
Oh that's just ... he shoots the flaming shit IN THE GUY'S MOUTH ... fuck ... exploding head ... charming ...
Chetney bursts in ... "Hi!" Yeah, that WOULD be terrifying ... and bang ... oh yeah, this guy just gets SPLATTERED!!! Nice ...
Blood Curse of Bloated Agony on the caster? No they're too far away ... crap ...
Mass Healing Word at FIFTH Level! Okay ... everybody gets 10 points back ... Nice one, Letters!
And the Bolt Thrower at the caster ... DOUBLE crit-fails? FUCK!!! It just misfires entirely ...
The caster POLYMORPHS into a big fucking bird and grabs Joe and the other guy? Not fair! Attack of Opportunity! Turn this around! Come on Fearne ...
Moon sickle ... okay WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THAT RIGHT NOW? ONE POINT OF DAMAGE? SERIOUSLY?
At least it's now STUCK IN THE DOORWAY!!! Try again, people? Go, Ashton! Oh, BOOM!!! 23 points of damage! And yet it STILL keeps flying ...
Reckless, and he jumps, WORMHOLE STRIKE?!!! 22 points of damage? The bird pops and ... now EVERYBODY IS FALLING ONTO THE BROKEN FENCE!!! Matt: "And THAT'S where we're gonna go to break!"
And we're back! With Joe Bout to DIE!!! Do something, Ashton! Violent Gateway? Oh fuck ... and he has NO CHOICE in this ... SHIT!!!
Yeah, again this is just CHAOS ... Ashton catches Joe, now Orym's trying to do the same with the other guy ... but he's just a little guy! Is this even gonna work?
15? Hmmm ... 60 feet up ... oh boy ... Bait and Switch ... oh shit, so now ORYM is falling on the fence instead! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
Imogen trying to grab them both with her telekinesis ... CAN SHE grab both since Orym has hold of them? Fuck ... wow, oh ... no, instead she's just SHOVING THE FENCE AWAY instead ... so they just crumple and roll instead ...
And now the caster is KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!! Okay ...
So 40 seconds before Ratanish reappears ... TIME TO RUN!!! GO NOW!!!
The other one's a Lagamore? Bunny guy! Okay ...
Oh, they're gonna fight after all? Okay ...
FCG heels Joe a little. It's appreciated ...
FCG: "Dancer, you wanna come smash this guy with your Pussy?" Wow ... Samuel ...
Chetney is holding Inflict Wounds, Imogen's prepping Psychic Lance ... here we go ...
So we're ready?
Oh, so Laudna's summoning her Hound as well. It just DROPS from the ceiling and splats before reforming ...
Ratanish reappears ... and they all go OFF!!!
Chetney unleashes, Laudna casts Blight, FCG casts Scramble the Dead(with modem noises?), Fearne casts Scorching Ray for 3 hits but only ONE actually hits ... plus Mister chucks more flaming shit! Imogen looses her Lance, so he is INCAPACITATED as well as hurt! Orym just slashes at his weapon arm, which he fails so he drops his axe, then stabs him in the leg ... znd THAT'S IT!!! That's the HDYWTDT!!!
Wow, he DROPS Ratsnish so he falls at Ashton's feet ... who just delivers the coup de grace upon him in beautiful style! Nice ...
Well that's that on Ratanish, then ... oh, and the druid failed all his death saves too ... charming ...
Okay, here come Joe's neighbours to check on him ... oh yeah, nice save there, Joe! Way to cover for us ...
Oh, the lagamore is a woman? Okay. Who's this then? Verna the Viper? Interesting ...
So Ashton already knows of her? Okay ... specialises is strange esoteric explosives? Intriguing ...
Don't forget to loot the bodies! Laura is INSISTING!!! Ms Bailey, your Vex is showing again! :3
Oh, spoils! Goody!
Yay! Laudna gets some new bones! XD
They show Joe the harness and Verna is intrigued too ... oh, so they've been put to work by Ratanish after the Solstice? Hmmmm ...
A Brumestone nullifier? Gods ...
TRAVIS GETS A WHISPER!!! What is he learning?
They have a Whisper Sponsor now? Beard Sorcerer? What the hell, Sam?
Wow, cool go-bag, Joe! Yup, time to go! Need to go!
Oh yeah, need to meet Keyleth! What now, then? Need to move ...
Verna know the All Minds Burn? Intriguing ...
Fearne is STEALING SHIT on the way out just like you'd expect her too ... meanwhile Laudna creates a nightmare fuel booby-trap for whoever's coming ...
So where to? Hondir's place? Might be smart ...
Group Stealth Check ... with Pass Without A Trace ... HOT TABLE!!!
Wait, so is Hondir not here either? Hmmmmm ... yeah, he's gone, clearly. Just squatters ... crap ...
So they're staying anyway? Okay ... just resting then while Joe and Verna continue their inspection of the harness ...
Oh, so this would likely NOT be safe to use? Hmmm ... so it's gonna be a question of supplies and equipment ... where to go, then?
More Timothee Chalamet jokes ... XD
Calloway ... oh, so Verna knows Fearne's folks? Interesting ... but perhaps not surprising.
Short rest! Yay!
Residuum? Do they have any left? Hmmm ...
Two weeks ... sounds fair for such a specific job ... OH YEAH!!! Send them to Whitestone! Yes! Percy! Are we poking fun again?
Reverse the Funnel to siphon the power OUT of Ludinus? That's really smart ... would that work?
Is Laudna flirting with Verna a little bit?
"Suck in moon power?" That's a ... worrying idea ...
Ashton and Imogen sneak out to look for Pocket. Asking around ... Persuasion check? With gold for advantage ... nuts, they've gone underground. That complicates things ...
Weird shit? Oh ... yeah, I thought that would be it ... yeah, off to the All Minds Burn ...
Ashton: "Try not to read anybody's mind." Yeah, that is REALLY sound advice here ...
Oh, is this a goliath? Shady Sally? Oh boy ... apparently THIS is a name from Ashton's past ...
Debts to settle? Oh, that doesn't sound good ...
I see ... so she's one of Ashton's old crew, who abandoned him near death ... and he hits her! Okay ... and she catches it. Okay ...
Here we go ... and she FUMBLES completely! Oh boy ... Ashton just flips her on her arse.
Justi! Hey! I love this creepy bitch so much ...
So Ashton is proposing they clear their debt to him by getting the Nobodys back together to help fight against the Ruidus shit ...
Yeah, clearly NONE OF THEM are up to fucking with what Ashton has in HIS mind ...
Ashton's never been this deep in here? Oh, that's worrying ... and masks? Great ... not a scary sign at all ...
Oh yeah, this place is ALL KINDS of wrong ...
She lowers her defences a tiny bit ... a Wisdom save? FUCK ... oh yeah, this is some SCARY ARSE LOVECRAFT SHIT right here ...
"Pus coloured"? For fuck's sake, Matthew ...
A mass of organic matter ... oh boy ...
Yeah, I'm just watching Travis this whole time and he is NOT ENJOYING THIS AT ALL ...
THIS is the All Minds Burn? Oh my gods ...
Fuck ... Imogen, are you SERIOUSLY actually trying to COMMUNICATE with this nightmare fuel?
Ashton admits that his mind would hurt them without him meaning to ... that is interesting in a really worrying way ...
Imogen's memory lane ... sweet experiences intermixed with her most awful moments ... fuck ...
Whoa ... it wants to see the moon? Intriguing ...
The Brood Pit? Dear fucking gods ... "It wants to be seeded." Okay ...
So the idea is, if they go to Ruidus, they take this with them and leave it up there ... riiiiiiiiiight ...
Justi: "It means no harm, it's just ... lonely." Okay then ...
Imogen: "Well, that is NOT what I expected it to be." You don't say, luv ... yeah, Imogen, you really do make some very strange friends sometimes ...
Ashton: "I've spent my entire life taking up space and being ignored, and I've learnt that it's the things you ignore that get you in the end."
Laudna: "It's happened! Ashton's finally abducted Imogen!"
I love how much Imogen is geeking out telling Laudna about what she's just experienced, it's absolutely adorable ...
Stealth check with Pass Without A Trace ... and Marisha still completely TANKS her roll ... blimey ...
SQUIRREL KIKI!!! It's got antlers and everything! Adorable!
The Bloody Bridge? Yeah, that fits ...
So it's chaos, then? Sounds like business as usual in Exandria again.
Yes. Whitestone is the smart move here. Do that.
Introducing Keyleth proper to Joe, Verna and Dancer. Okay ...
Jirana the Shore Shrew ... "Shoo shoo shoo" .. Matt: "I will murder you all." XD
Cool! Tree portal! Always fun ...
Yes! Get in there quick! Go! Stop with the advice Kiki! They go through ... and THAT'S IT for tonight!
#critical role#crit role campaign 3#crit role spoilers#campaign 3 spoilers#campaign 3 episode 70#matt mercer#marisha ray#laudna#travis willingham#chetney pock o'pea#laura bailey#imogen temult#liam o'brien#orym of the air ashari#ashley johnson#fearne calloway#taliesin jaffe#ashton greymoore#sam riegel#fresh cut grass
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Somewhere Sunrise (Begins Another Day)
Chapter 2 - Snowed In in... Not Snowdin.
Fandoms: Undertale, Inside Job
(AO3 Link Coming Soon!)
NOTES: thank you to @maddestmewmew and @hoodie-prince-kid for beta-reading this chapter! hoo boy. this one took some elbow grease... considering i haven't written the undertale characters in a while. they're fun to write, but matching their energy is... hard. nonetheless, hope you enjoy!
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Snowdin didn't have half as bad storms as this one, Papyrus had noted.
The windows had been partially spared from the wrath of the winter wonderland-esque storm, allowing him and Frisk to sit and observe on the cold winter evening, peering curiously through the window.
The snow and hail had made a blindingly white blanket across the front of the house and sprinkled the trees at the edge of the wood, creating a familiar atmosphere much like his underground home.
His brother, sans, was napping (again) so he didn't join the two in the living area, instead bunking away in his small bedroom, which they both had noted resembled the one back in Mt. Ebbot to a tee, even the infamous trash tornado sitting precisely in the exact same corner.
The tall skeleton filled his head with thoughts and monologues about the winterti-
…What's that…? Near the edge of the wood, just a few steps into the yard…?
He squinted… as a form appeared in the wind…, falling over into the snow…
And coloring it red.
He leaned more into the window to try and make out a silhouette, but of course the snowy atmosphere made it difficult to see, but he could make out a few details… checking his mental list…
A human?
"FRISK. IS IT NORMAL FOR HUMANS TO BLEED EXCESSIVELY?"
Frisk tilted their head, raising an eyebrow.
Papyrus pointed out the window to let the small human make their assessment.
•○●~~~●○•
"MOOOOOM, THERE'S A DEAD OLD LADY NEAR OUR FRONT YARD!"
Frisk took off upstairs in a flash, sliding across the wooden floors like they were roller skating, except in their socks.
They narrowly dodged their dunkle sans down the second floor hallway, lost in the rush of getting to the goat woman!
"MOOOM!" They yelled once again!
…Toriel exited her bedroom and took her reading glasses off, cleaning them on the fabric of her collared shirt. "Frisk, my child, what's- oh!" They slid across the floor and crashed into her, the adrenaline gone now.
The 11 year old plopped down on the floor with an oomph.
"There's someone in the front yard!"
"What!?"
They jumped up and grabbed her paw to drag her downstairs.
"I'm not really sure that they're dead, but they looked pretty dead."
"Oh- oh, I see, I see…" She attempted to catch up to them.
"QUEEN TORIEL-"
"Just Toriel-"
"-THERE SEEMS TO BE A SITUATION! IN THE YARD!"
"I heard, Papyrus-"
"Look!" The tiny human pointed out the window.
"Frisk, there's too much snow to see-... OH DEAR ANGEL."
They were right. But…
It would be inhumane to just… leave someone out there like that.
…Hm.
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Toriel closed the door shut with her hind paw. "Frisk, grab the first aid kit."
"Mom, is that-"
"They're not dead, just unconscious."
In her arms, she held a human woman, who had a very noticeable gash on the side of her head.
"OH DEAR… I WILL GRAB SOME… BLANKETS FOR OUR GUEST! SURELY WITH MY ASSISTANCE, THEY'LL STAY WARM! …COME ALONG, HUMAN FRISK!" Papyrus scooped up the child and rushed off with a nyeh heh!.
Toriel returned her attention to the unfamiliar person and eyes the gash. "How could someone have…"
…Hm.
How does someone just… appear, in a storm? Did she come from the woods near the mountain?? Do humans even live near the mountain???
...
The scenario brought up too many questions to handle.
Toriel set her down on the couch, causing her to stir just a bit…
"WE RETURN FROM OUR ENDEAVORS!" Papyrus announces, letting the blankets tumble onto the couch with a loud flomp!. "VIOLA."
"Oh! Thank you Papyrus."
Frisk pulled out the first aid kit, letting their mother get to work patching up the gash.
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The house felt uneasy that night.
Toriel shifted on her spot on the couch, looking up from her book at the newest addition to the house.
The human still hadn’t woken up.
"...It's getting quite late, is it not? We should all be getting some rest."
"But what about-"
"I'll stay here in the living room tonight." She assured Frisk. “Off to bed, my child."
~~~
Let’s hope the blizzard calms down soon for our characters.
What? The new human…? You want to know if the human wakes up NOW?
We’ll see. We’ll see.
After all, if she didn’t…
…we wouldn’t have a story, now would we?
#the bagel writes#my writing#writing#fanfic#undertale#inside job#inside job netflix#toriel undertale#frisk undertale#papyrus undertale#somewhere sunrise begins another day (the dream fic)#FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I HOPE THIS ISN'T OUT OF CHARACTER. MY 6/7 YEARS OF OBSESSION WITH THIS GAME WOULD ALL!! GO!! TO WASTE!!#...now where's my dunkle sans truthers.#that was a thing back in 2016 ish i think. the dad-uncle headcanon for sans. i loved it so much and i still love it to this day. fambly :]#why am i talking about this? he's barely in this chapter. idk whatever#also toriel being strong truther 💪💪 i love women#i know i don't exactly describe anyone's appearance in this fic that much but just so you know-#reagan has grey hairs from stress. and frisk has silly socks and overalls. that's the most important details that change-#from their canon appearances. okay?#ALSO: i hope i did toriel justice here she is so important to me okay#she's more than ''motherly character'' and i hope to convey her less appreciated traits when i write her in this fic and in future fics#frisk calling reagan old lady. isn't your mother centuries old.#anyways i'm a little afraid to upload this to ao3 incase i get brutally bullied but at this point? i don't give a shit!! this is the-#most fun i've had writing a fanfic in... a WHILE. lol#also if you don't know ij and ur reading this fic and considering watching it: i don't really recommend it BUT it's a good show i swear#i've seen a lotta ppl say it pulls off its core concept well with little bigotry and (imo) succeeds in satirization AND story alike#BUT it's still an adult cartoon (a netflix one at that) and it still has it's Moments[TM]- y'know?#also i hope you can get the gist of character personalities without having consumed one or the other source material too#like if you haven't played undertale i hope you feel like you can understand the dynamics and interactions between canon characters#and if you haven't watched inside job i hope you can feel the same
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Happy Wednesday! Kiss the Go-Goat
Happy Wednesday! This one's been kicking around in my head for a hot minute, so thanks for giving me a little impetus to actually write for it. As with all fics, there's a song to blame for this one: Kiss the Go-Goat by Ghost. (Hence the working title.)
Enjoy the new writing under the cut!
It didn’t look like much of anything, but maybe, Eddie thought, that was sort of the point. Objectively normal but still sort of uncanny and liminal, especially under nothing but the hazy orange glow of Indiana’s worst-maintained streetlight.
Fidgeting with the box in his hand, he took a quick look around (for the millionth time) just to be really sure: no headlights in the distance, in any direction, no engine rumble, no voices but the ones in his head telling him this was incredibly silly and incredibly stupid at the same time.
Unfortunately for them, they were voices in Eddie Munson’s head, and silly and stupid were his trademark moves, so their protests were dead on arrival.
When nothing appeared, no lights or sights or sounds, he inhaled, long and deep and full of that dusty Indiana backroad air, and marched himself right out to the center of the road.
He was no Robert Johnson, not yet, but he was sure gonna give it the ol’ college try.
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hiiiii rj! 🪄 for the lyrics ask game!!
hi adam!!!!!! ty for the ask! lately i have been SO FUCKING CONSUMED by an original story i've been working on since. 2009. so today's lyrics i cannot be normal about: basically the entirity of the young thousands.
i'd heard a handful of tmg songs before i clicked with them but just didn't connect until one of my dearest friends played me genesis 3:23 and the young thousands early in the summer of 2016 and an entire vivid cinematic reel of my characters and my story just instantly played in my mind for both of those songs. and i have been insane about the mountain goats ever since. i can't even begin to speak on what genesis 3:23 did to me which is why i'm doing young thousands.
and like. i used to be able to vividly picture things in my mind but that Went Away due to my chronic health stuff & i can't anymore. i'm trying to relearn it since i'm being treated right now but i don't know if i can. BUT. i can still see the entire story playing in my mind with young thousands (& many other goats songs).
THE REASON it's so. the most song. for my story? is like. it's a story about two generations, my first main characters & the kids they raise. and the first generation can't escape the narrative but they break the cycle for their children. and the driving tempo in this song the inescapable vividness of the imagery the tension between the haunting ghosts and the things that are coming. that's the exact heartbreaking pull between dead friends whose memory haunts my characters and their kids who rewrite the world.
the specific lyric of the summer for me:
"The things that you've got coming will do things that you're afraid to / There is someone waiting out there with a mouthful of surprises"
brought to you by. in fourteen years of working on this story i have spent the entire time unable to change a few facts about it. i have tried. i have failed. this summer. my kid ocs reached a point of developed enough that they started making their own calls. and they said no. they changed what i couldn't. they changed the biggest plot point i've been unable to touch for fourteen fucking years. and in that moment the indescribable emotion i felt the first time i heard the young thousands finally made sense.
under the cut for like. a shorthand of what happens in my brain with my story when i listen to the song
WHITE SAILS ON A SAILING SHIP IN THE SUN APPROACHING A DOCK AT THE END OF A COBBLESTONE CITY STREET. THE SUN IS SO BRIGHT THAT THE SHADOWS ARE DARK AND IT'S YMALIS SEEING THE ARRIVAL. THIS IS THE LAST MOMENTS BEFORE HER WORLD CHANGES FOREVER. THE CITY IS BIG AND IT'S FILLED WITH SECRETS THAT CAN KILL.
JAY IN THE DOMES IN THE DESERT THE LIVING HOME HE BUILT WITH SILAS BUT HE'S ALONE HERE THE SOLE MOURNER OF A FUTURE THAT ALMOST CAME TO FRUITION. OUTSIDE YOU CAN SEE THE FRUIT TREES THEY PLANTED TOGETHER AND INSIDE FILTERED AFTERNOON SUN AS THE MEMORIES OF THEIR SHORT YEARS TOGETHER PLAY OVER THE PRESENT.
SOMEDAY SOON CHILDREN WILL WALK INTO THEIR LIVES WEARING FACES FROM THE PAST
SOLITARY FLIGHT ON HORSEBACK. TIED TO THE SADDLE TO KEEP FROM FALLING TO THE GROUND. UNCLEAR IF THE CHANCE OF IT IS FROM EXHAUSTION OR INJURY. FLIGHT THROUGH AN ORCHARD AT THE EDGE OF FARMLAND BEFORE THE REGION BLEEDS INTO THE EDGES OF MUCH WILDER PLACES. THE HORSE AND RIDER ARE HEADED EAST.
IT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF THEM WATCHING THE KIDS GET ANYWHERE NEAR THIS / WHEN THE KIDS DO, EVERYTHING CHANGES
SILAS + SZADEH // THE KIDS // MOST DESPERATE TRAPPED MOMENTS // SWINGING OF A SILVER BLADE // BURN OF MAGIC SO BRIGHT IT CAN'T BE LOOKED AT
OVERHEAD PAN OF SCENERY
#thank you for the chance to yell about them they're all i think about if u are at all interested check out my 'ostrela posting'#jam replies#lizardmoor#friends#it is a fantasy story. theres magic and swords and shapeshifting and creatures and cycles and transgenderism#ostrela posting
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Outlast 2: Deliverance CH 5
Also on A03
Status: Incomplete
Rated: M - Dead Dove Do Not Eat This takes place in the Outlast 2 universe after all.
Previous chap: CH: 4 Eucharist
Next chap: Ch: 6 Apothecary
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~Ch: 5 Deluge~
The next morning Blake woke to a knock on his door. Grumbling as he got up to answer. “Coming.” Almost falling over before he reached the door in his half awake state.
Meeting Marta standing at the door with a man stood beside her. “I brought you Jacob, the traveler.”
He shrunk under her gesturing toward him looking like a child brought to the principle. He was shorter than most with a completely shaved head. Thin as a twig suffering some sort of jittery tick. One arm randomly flexing its muscle to shut his hand closed. Another twitched half his face to tug his mouth as his eye squinted repeatedly.
“Oh, yeah, very good.” Rubbing his face to wake up faster. “Let's go talk in the hall.” Gesturing in a point for them to head toward the large room. “Okay.” He yawned when they were seated.
“You wanted to s-see me s-s-sir?” His voice stuttered along to his twitches.
“Yes, you used to travel outside? Can you take up the trips again?”
“Sure, but it'll take longer than before. S-s-since the truck broke down.”
“How long?”
“About three and a half days. Here and back. That's if the trail hasn't been r-r-ruined by the storm.”
“How long with a truck?”
“Only two hours.”
“Is the truck fixable?”
“No, since i-i-its axle was shot by hitting a log. Knoth had it stripped for parts. E-e-engines almost gone.”
“Fuckin- “ Blake took a deep breath. “Okay, walking it is. Are you the only traveler left?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What do you and I need to travel? Food, bandages, rope?”
“Mainly food and space to carry. What w-w-we need most though are weapons. Wildlife isn't the only problem. Heretics took over the east for a reason. I-i-i couldn't get past even if I wanted.”
Waylon felt sick again. “I get that.”
“Heretics are called goats now.” Marta corrected.
Jacobs' extremely confused look cleared by Blake's explanation. “They're not heretics and it seemed wrong to keep calling them that. Goats sounded a lot better and less anxiety inducing. Since they might block our path, what if we bring Marta?”
“That would keep them away, but w-w-what about Temple Gate? Everyone knows the here- goats. Don't come ‘cause of h-h-her.”
“We'll have to take the risk. It's been a month since you've last gone. The generator must be running on fumes by now.”
“Two months. We've only gotten the gas to last this long by disconnecting chunks of Temple Gate. B-b-but like you said, its reaching fumes. Some gallons will buy us a couple days, but to fill it f-f-for even a week we need a truck to haul it back.”
“We got the cash to get a new truck. We get to town and from there we load up on what we need and travel back in a few hours. What do we need to travel?” Returning to the earlier question.
“A few meals each, the money, bandages for emergencies, some rope to climb over anything. Axes to chop firewood for camp. Warm clothing and something to sleep on.”
“Okay. Best if we have James come along. We'll be buying seeds to get farming up and running again. What I also want most are more meds. Knoth's “study aids”, can you still get them?”
“Should be able. Doctor didn't say anything about leaving. He's gotta be w-w-wondering where his favorite patient is.”
“Right, Wait here and I'll gather everything up.” He stood, followed by Marta to fetch supplies and James for the journey.
Spreading the message of the renamed heretics earning Blake looks. like he was the crazy one in this town. Must be if I'm trying to run it. Goats, how fucking stupid. Could've named them something normal. Neighbors would have been easier. Guess the ridiculousness of it is working. Can't be too scared of a man eating group of “goats” on the mountain. Meeting up with James to pass along their plans. Scavenging the pantry for a few “meals” to pack. Rope coiled up in a bag along with bandages packed into Blake's vest. Blake packed as much money as he could into a backpack he found. Gathered back around Jacob he double checked what they packed for approval. Given the go ahead they readied to leave.
“Most of the journeys gonna be rough up and over the mountain. P-p-past that it's easier when we reach flat land.” Jacob pointed in the direction they would head for.
They didn't make it out of town when John came running up. Looking like he had a rough night's sleep. “You're going outside? And you're taking Marta with you? Why, shouldn't she stay here? What about the heretics?! - Ah fuckin'- goats, whatever!”
“We have to reach the outside. Three of us wouldn't last if we're swarmed by them.”
“But the whole town will be swarmed instead. Take me instead.”
“Why?”
“I've traveled all over there to hunt, back around when the goats broke off. I can sneak you by without any trouble and Marta can stay to keep the town safe. Is there really a point to this if you come back to all us strung up?”
Blake didn't have a chance to answer. Marta interrupted with an alert he never wanted to hear. “Val's here.”
“What?!” Looking up at the women tall enough to gaze over the obstructions beside them. “Where?!” After she pointed he ran down the line of blockages to see for himself. Not having the eagle vision Marta had it took him longer to spot Val. Catching the speck of her golden hair at the tree line. Standing to watch the town with her head turning back and forth between its ends. He couldn't see anyone else with her, yet they could have just been hiding back in the thick shrubbery. At the appearance of Marta stepping into the open, Val locked her gaze on her. Stepping back to disappear between the trees.
“See?! She's already looking at how to take this place down!” Shifting his stiff shoulders the more frantic he turned.
Blake heard John shouting, but hardly took in the words. Mind racing on its options. Val would see who left the town. If Marta stayed, Temple Gate would be safe, but he would be an easy target. Despite John's earlier offering to navigate the land by sneaking. Marta may scare them off, but he preferred they all run. Marta's limp coming to the front as a problem causer. Harder to run, defend, and move over rough terrain. If Blake was going to take care of this town he had to make sure everyone stayed safe. “Marta will stay here. We'll sneak by the mountain.”
John looked relieved by his answer. “Thank you, sir.”
Marta stomped on the conversation. “You sure about that? Can he really get you by?”
“Town has to stay safe and you call too much attention. Yeah I'm sure.” Looking to the rest. “Now let's hurry. I rather disappear before Val notices we're leaving.”
One last look given to Temple Gates town sign as they passed. Out of town the sky was filled by gray clouds. Rain falling over them before their journey got anywhere out of Temple Gates view. “Well.” James started. “Gonna be a lot harder to follow our tracks.” Rain filling them with water. Mini streams flowing down hill sweeping away the rest.
“No bears will sniff us out either.” Jacob added.
“There are bears here?” Blake's concern rising.
“N-n-not for a long while. Haven't seen anything bigger than fat raccoon's.”
John grabbed onto a log to help hoist the others up. “If only they were actually fat. Would be a good meal, but it's all fluff.”
“A scrawny meals better than nothin’. Though I'd love to have steak a-a-again. Wouldn't care if I had to chew on it like leather.”
“Best I can do is a squirrel around here. Gotta beat the things to make the stringiness less of a chew.”
James grumbled at the two of them. “Can you both stop talkin' 'bout food. Least not 'till after we've caught some.”
“That's a ways away, old man.” John joked.
Blake after being helped up next glanced back down hill toward the engorged river rushing by. “Hey, we won't have any trouble with the river will we?”
“Shouldn't, we won't be crossing it f-f-from here on. Most we have to worry about is catching a sickness in this weather.”
“Hope it won't rain the entire way.”
“Heh, don't know how good y-y-your luck is. Mine's shit, heh.”
“And you're the one leading?”
“Not at all. That's John's job for the first few miles. If we die you can b-b-blame him. Heh.”
“Fuck off.” John smiled at Jacob. “We won't die long as-” He went quiet at the loud sound of crackling. Head shooting up to watch the tops of distant trees. One by one they sloped down as the loud snapping approached them. Blake, catching movement out of the corner of his eye, turned to see the mountain side sloping away. Whole adult trees that were on their path rode down on moving earth. Those same trees collapsing down on each other to loudly snap themselves to pieces. Grinded down into the earth to make a blended mud sludge. “Run that way!” John pointed toward a more stable land.
Each of them bolted off toward a part not sliding out from under their feet. Clambering over everything that was also on the move. Avoiding trees collapsing in a massive wave of mud. They leapt off a log to a safer part of land, Blake didn't have the same luck. The whole log shoved away by the mudslide he slipped to almost roll off it. He was forced to claw into the log free floating down the mountain. His traveling companions shrank in the distance, unable to keep up. Unable to see them anymore he turned to where the log was going. All the land flying off a cliff edge to slam down into the violent rapids flushed by the heavy rain. He flinched when it was his turn next. When the log hit it spun under the water to toss Blake off into the wild stream. Disoriented, he tried figuring out where the surface was. Spinning uncontrollably in the rapids below the surface. Water pitch black from mud not helped by the many logs rolling around. Bashing into the rocky river bed the air escaped his lungs. Knocked over debris one after another he somehow managed to be knocked to the surface. Clawing into a soaken slick log for dear life. Hacking painfully for air until he was spun back under. Tossed in and out repeatedly he was losing the energy to fight.
Hacking his lungs out on another log while the stream settled. Knocked around more by piling debris rather than rapids at this point. Closing in on a rocky shore line he clawed his way across multiple logs. Reaching land he struggled to get further up on it slipping under him. Its angle extra cruel on his battered body crawling up it to a flat ridge. He laid wheezing in the mud too tired to rise. Shivering soaking wet he shut his eyes meaning to do it briefly. Waking instead what seemed like hours later. Beaten almost to death he was tempted to go back to sleep. Rising enough to wipe his glasses clear he moved to stand. Feeling immense pain from his leg he looked back. A large chunk of a branch speared down the side of his lower leg.
“Fucking, shit. My fucking luck.” Reaching back for it at first then swiftly retracting his hand. “Can't yank it out. Can I keep it in though?” His blood pouring from the wound had him look away. Prepared for the pain he forced himself up. Growling through grit teeth he leaned against a nearby tree to recover. Searching for some-sort of recognizable marker. He couldn't see Temple Gate anymore and the mountains all looked the same. No idea where the others were he was left alone. “Fuck me.” He cursed again. Reaching into his vest for a roll of gauze. “Better than nothing I guess.” Wrapping up his bleeding wound. Trying to at least slow it despite the branch sticking out. Okay. Checking around without a clue on what to do.
“John?” He shouted and waited for an answer. Nothing, he shouted again. Hacking out his stinging lungs he almost vomited. Managing to keep everything down he held off on more shouting. Maybe I can get some place high and find a land marker? Limping forward he forced himself up the steep hillside. A lot farther than what he expected to make on his leg. Resting on a flat area he regretted committing to this. His leg felt both on fire and numb. This is worse than when I was actually on fire. Leaning over to catch up on his energy. Pushing on to make it up a scraggly cliff area he feared slipping off of. One tumble and I might end up back in the river. Or shredded on those rocks. Adjusting his soaken backpack full of cash to stay secure the further up he went.
Resting again at another flat top covered in soaked grass. Patch becoming extremely tempting as a place to fall asleep again. Hearing the underbrush rustling he shot up straight. “John?” Locking up at the sight of a stranger staring wide eyed at Blake's appearance. He was tall and covered by crossing scars. Black Hair cut neatly short parted by more scarring. A big dip marking half his lower jaw like a chunk was ripped away. His vibrant green eyes stood out from the dark circles surrounding them. What was most alarming was his covering of clay and leafage for camouflage. This was definitely a heretic and that meant Val wouldn't be far. The stranger looked away back down his path before finding Blake. Whipping their attention back toward him, locking an intense stare. Body stiffened with both hands tightened to fists. Pure rage filled his eyes moments before he ran out to slam into Blake.
“Fuck! Get off me!” Blake shouted in trying to shove the other off after having the wind knocked out of him. Kicking the other in the gut he fought the stunned other back to their feet. Punches traded between the two until Blake was slammed into a boulder. Swearing he felt something crack his body locked up in pain. Yanked around to be slammed back into the dirt he thrashed to get away. Clawing into the others arms choking him into the dirt. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Was what Blake's mind repeated. Unable to think much else on the lack of air.
“What are you doing?!” He heard a voice shout out of view. It distracted the other enough for Blake to hoist his legs up. Shocked that he managed to throw them both off a cliff edge he didn't realize was so close. Their fall short, down onto the rocks below. Last thing Blake experienced was hearing a thwack at the bottom then darkness.
A pulse in his head drumming along to a thumping migraine was his wake up greeting.
Tuning in on someone roaring a bunch of words. “ -TO STAY ALIVE! NOW LOOK AT HIM!”
Blake squinted an eye open. He was laying on his side at the bottom of the short cliff area. Surrounded by rocks, some coated red in blood. Two blurry forms coming to focus. One had another slammed up against the cliff side.
Verbally ripping into them by their scolding shouts. “ -YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!” He heard them seethe through their teeth. Shoving the other down. “Pick him up, we're taking him to the cave.” When they turned toward Blake his vision cleared enough to see who it was before him.
VAL?! His mind screamed. His eyes shooting open yanked her attention toward him. Caught off guard by him suddenly waking, she didn't have a chance to give orders. He jumped up from his laying position. Someone must've been leaning over him, because when he did he slammed his head into someone's jaw. The clack of their teeth together rattled down through his skull. Knocking whoever it was back into others nearby. Shoving the rest of himself up he ran back down the hillside he worked so hard to climb.
He heard Val shouting orders not far behind him. “Grab him!” Sounds of separating plants catching up behind him.
“Fuck, fuck, shit!” He let out a chain of panicked curses. Coughing again worsened his wheezing. Hating that his leg was burning and now his lungs were too. Can't stop, can't stop! Mind repeating simple thoughts of escape. Half tempted to jump back into the river where Val couldn't follow. He certainly couldn't out run her with how injured he was. Weighing his chances he headed for the river. Prepared to jump in when he heard a familiar terrifying sound. A howling yell from a raging Marta. Blake, out of old reflex, almost fled back. Forcing himself to rush forward in knowing it was now something safe. When they saw her appear up the bank. Blake collapsed down into an exhausted heap past her. Catching sight of Val slamming herself back into the dirt to stop before Marta. Ripping up the loose dirt under her heels in the process. Scrambling back up away from Marta moving in on her. The other heretics scurried away in various directions. When they were out of sight Marta turned to check on Blake.
“Are you well?”
Blake wheezed, unable to answer from his seated position. Everything catching up he hacked until he vomited what liquid was in his stomach. Fighting to not black out as Marta stood guard over him. “How?” He breathed out.
“I was watching you pass the mountain until the mudslide took you away. When those idiots separated to search I didn't trust them to find you. Came upon Val shouting so much he must've caught you.”
He still couldn't speak, merely nodding to show he heard.
“What happened to your leg?”
He looked down, fearful that he messed it up worse in all that sudden running. Taken aback by his leg having been treated. The branch gone, his wound packed over by a dark green poultice then wrapped in clean gauze. Checking his vest he found another bundle of gauze missing. They fixed my leg? Guess they just wanted all of me to make it back. My dead body wouldn't be too fun to keep prisoner. “Mudslide.” Was his best answer for now.
“Blake?” He heard a familiar voice. John approached down along the river. “What happened, are you okay?!”
“Damned goats almost got him.” Marta answered for him.
“Ugh, can we please call them something else.” Mumbling up to the two. “What about his leg?”
“Mudslide.”
“Can you get up at all?”
Blake shook his head. Marta continued to speak for him. “I wouldn't force him up for a few hours. Maybe not 'till tomorrow.”
“Okay, that's for the best just by lookin' at you. I'm gonna go back out and find the boys. If I don't, I'll return to set us up a camp.”
“Watch out for goats.” Marta warned, smirking at the ridiculous label. Blake would've chuckled if he had the spare air to.
“Can we please call them something else.” John whined again.
Blake thought a bit harder for a name. Remembering a certain book he read that fit the heretics' views. Going against religious suppression and wanting freedom. “Voltaire's?” Catching his breath again. “Big author, argued for freedom against church.” He surprisingly wheezed out in one go. Was also a really good band. He thought back to his school days listening to their music.
“Good enough.” John went off to search.
A few hours passed by the time he returned with the others. Able to get up on his feet they walked Blake from the area. Expecting the Voltaire's to make a night visit if they stuck around. A campfire was made with everyone popping open a can of food for dinner.
“Good news is we got far today. We're already on the other side of Voltaire mountain.” John spooned out some more chili.
“Not far enough, still gotta cross the rest of the mountain range. That'll take m-m-most the day for us. We won't make it outside 'till nightfall. We'll have to wait for stores to open next morning if its t-t-too late.”
“If we manage to get a truck the return journey won't be as long at least. You think the doctors still around?”
“Didn't hear anything about him leaving last I was there.”
“Where is he? Down a back alley?”
Jacob shook his head. “He's in a small doctors office. All legally set up, for the most part. When you go in you say you have a prescription and h-h-hand a piece with our symbol scribbled on it.” Flashing a small bit of tanned hide with the cross entwined by circles branded on. “Doctor takes us in back for business.”
Blake continued to ask questions. Wanting to know how everything would go down. How the doctor himself acted. Whether or not he seemed to be a real doctor at all or a scam artist in a white coat. What he was told by Jacob settled his worry's. The doctor has an honest-ish job. A legal place with all the proper paperwork to back it up if inspectors came knocking. He was just greedy for money and saw more business selling pills out back. Done talking for now they rested down against their bags. Marta stayed up to guard until morning.
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just thought of a question to get those gears in your pretty lil head (with big brain) turning
Todd siblings, boardgame night edition - aka how would they be when playing games? obviously, there's Monopoly (or, the devil in board game form, probably), stuff like Uno (once played it in a group of 6 or 7 and. it was. an experience), and idk what other games you can play with so many people. ummm... we used to have a version of "Mensch ärgere dich nicht" (In English it's called "Sorry!" I think) that was for five or six players (the layout therefore wasn't a square but same principle)
idk i just wanna know what a family game night at the Todd's looks like ;D
Cylas my darling you come up with the most fun questions 💙💙💙 I love board games! God I miss playing with a lot of people 😔😔 Hopefully this blurb offers some good vibes after the events told in Dead Man Walking and Where am I? 😬
Todd Siblings Game Night
"Family Fun Night" always spirals into chaos. I like to think Susannah's the one who arranges game nights, complete with snacks and drinks.
When playing Monopoly, Nathan and Judah are both aggresively competitive.
Their insults are creative - "You goddamn heretical Gentile!" "Where'd you learn to count? Sodom and Gomorrah?" "You pay me right now, Judas!" "Filthy fuckin' swamp rat..." "Greedy bloated goat."
They tend to kick each other under the table.
Nathan thinks he has the best strategy. In reality, Darrell's ths one that has them all by the balls. He buys out all the train stations and makes the best underhanded deals but nobody realizes.
Salome's not really that good of a player. She doesn't want to pay anyone becaus she likes looking at the colors of the money and won't let them go.
They just sit her aside and have her be the "banker", "realtor", and "card reader".
As much as Darrell and Susannah try to be calm and reasonable with him, they still end up yelling.
Judah... doesn't really understand the rules so well. He insists you can't increase rent without due notice and why is he going to jail - he did nothing wrong!
Salome once read out a card that told the players to grab the cash in the air. Nathan - overeager and most likely too thrilled to one-up his siblings - went ahead and raked the money that fell on the tabletop, much to his siblings' anger.
Nobody ever wins Monopoly. They all just collectively decide that they've had enough screaming and fighting for the night.
Uno's pretty much the same.
Nathan is ruthless. He will do everything he can to win.
Needless to say Salome has cried numerous times during game night.
Nathan has tried to strangle Judah.
Darrell was once so insulted that he tackled Nathan.
Susannah was left in tears because why can't they just be a normal family?
They do however enjoy something so simple as charades.
Nathan's too sure of himself and stubborn.
One time Darrell was acting out "building" and Nathan just kept yelling "BRICKS!" without compromise. Needless to say they lost.
Susannah's the best at acting out.
There's a lot of laughter and teasing nonetheless and they all have fun even though it gets so extreme.
Salome's great at guessing, being the more observant sibling.
Sometimes they play cards or chess or checkers or snakes and ladders.
Nathan hates Scrabble because he doesn't know a lot of "fancy words".
I do however would like to be in the room when they play Crocodile Dentist 🤣
When they wind down after a game, just drinking sweet tea or lemonade and munching on the last of the food, they recount all the funny things that happened.
And they say goodnight to each other without fail.
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