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Sans Undertale real?????
*thanks in advance, pal.
#utdr#utdr fanart#undertale#undertale fanart#deltarune#deltarune fanart#ut sans#i. look. i had to#there was no choice okay this comic idea popped into my head and i had to#ney’s comics#ney’s chatter (ask answers)#ney's art#i’m not opening an askblog… yet#but this was funny lol
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The Sides as Guardians: Preamble
(Author’s note: …I need a better name for this, lol)
[Asks: Open]
(yes this is an askblog/fic/thing - it’ll make more sense as we go!)
Thomas and Virgil jumped as a knock came from the front door, signaling the arrival of Thomas’ food.
Thomas peeled his headset off and made his way to the door as Roman got up from his spot on the couch, dramatically proclaiming: “Thank Zeus! I thought we were going to starve!”
Logan, sitting closest to the door, muttered something under his breath about that being “highly improbable,” as Thomas made his way back inside with the food.
“I’m just glad we found a new place on such short notice!” Patton chimed in cheerily.
“I hate short notices,” Virgil grumbled, peeking over Thomas’s shoulder as he unpacked the food, “And long notices… Change in general.”
Roman gasped melodramatically, saying “But variety is the spice of life, my friend! Would you have our dear Thomas spend his days trudging through the same dull routine ‘til the end of his days?”
“Did you see the Cinnamon Challenge?” Virgil deadpanned. He sighed, then said “But, no, I wouldn’t… because” (*points*) “you’d go stir-crazy and make us do something stupid.”
OffendedPrinceyNoises.mp4
The sides continued to bicker and banter as Thomas enjoyed his food, then went back to playing Destiny 2.
It was a fun game, he thought (a distraction) - With a lot of different elements, that sometimes seem so different that they shouldn’t work, yet they somehow come together into a cohesive whole…
Even though, admittedly, it could be overwhelming at times.
Rather fitting, that.
Eventually, though - Despite how much fun he was having - He had to go to bed. Acquiescing to Janus’ request, he turned off the game - Then he walked around his apartment, turning off lights and doublechecking locked doors.
The sides all sunk out to their rooms as Thomas trudged upstairs to his.
As he fell asleep, he couldn’t help but think back on his day of gaming; All the worlds he’d seen, all the enemy types there were, all the armor he’d collected… It was so cool! He almost wished he could live in that universe instead!
…Almost.
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Hi!! Welcome to my iterator oc askblog!! A few important notes:
SS’s story doesn’t directly pertain to canon events but that doesn’t mean they’re off the table for asks!
Other members of her local group (as well as various slugcats and other creatures) may be added as ask-able characters in the future ;)
Asking about other RW OCs is also okay (within reason ofc)
No magic anons or RP asks please
Sending items is okay
Nothing suggestive or sexual
I can and will reject asks I’m uncomfortable with
Questions for the mod can be sent to my main, @1ndieblue!
Available characters for asks:
Sparkling Sea (Sea, SS) she/her
Meadow in Moonlight (Mimi, MiM) they/them
Eight Somber Stones (Big Brother Stones, ESS) he/him
The Merchant (Merry) they/it
The Guard she/they/it
The Chimera (Chichi) he/they/it
The Aviator (Avi) they/it
Other characters not (yet) available for asks:
Didactic Innateness (Dida) he/they
Golden Fields of Grass (Goldie) she/he/they
The Prophet (any pronouns)
Tales and Travels:
Lost (in production)
Important Tags:
#unique pearls = fanart
#(slugcat/iterator): (character name) = character specific tags
#reference sheet = character references
Inbox Status: Open!
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Welcome to Chimera’s Critters!
(This is a side blog to @inaris-pokemon-world, so any follows and likes will come from there!)
ASK STATUS: OPEN
About the blog:
Welcome to the menagerie! This is a sort of pseudo-askblog where you can ask questions about and to my plethora of critters and OCs (mostly ‘mons). There will probably be less finished drawings for responses and more sketches and text, just to account for my energy levels. This is here for everyone to have fun and interact with characters I don’t have an askblog for, so feel free to send any questions or interactions you want!
As a note for this blog in particular, any profiles with “???” in place of information likely haven’t been decided yet. Which means YOU can help decide the future of the character! Feel free to recommend things!
Blog rules:
Asks are welcome from any blogs, even non-ask blogs. This blog works on the idea that the multiverse is a thing, so anyone can ask!
Keep questions relatively PG-13. Swearing is fine, blood and gore is fine, but sexytimes are not allowed. Romance and flirting is fine, as long as it doesn't go too far.
Any posts with sensitive material will be tagged, no worries. If you want something particular tagged that I missed, let me know!
This is not a place for drama or hate. Transphobes, homophobes, biphobes, aphobes, racists, xenophobes, anti-Semitism, and general nastiness are not allowed here. Asks with such will be deleted. Blogs that continue to send such things will be blocked. That also goes for hate on the majority folk. Everyone is equal here. If you can't respect that, leave.
Click to view characters available for asks! (you can also check here for ones I haven’t specifically posted!)
About the Mod:
Howdy, I’m Kit! I’m pan/ace and use any pronouns. Pokéfan since 1998. I used to run asks on deviantART back in the day. My main is @night-chimeras-cry, and I have an askblog over at @inaris-pokemon-world. If you have questions for me, feel free to ask. I’m old, but I don't bite!
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Asks are open.
Hello. Do you have any reason to visit me?
AN: Hello and welcome to MCAN's askblog! As a note: MCAN will see all asks as a type of creature that was designed to be a messenger even more than slugcats, dubbed 'Tumblrites' (yes I'm so clever). Tumblrites for all intents and purposes are just meant to be messangers, hence their ability to speak, draw, ect, and being highly intellegent creatures. The asks will come from 'rouge tumblrites' that have no message to relay but speak anyway. Messages from other iterator askblogs or just other askblogs in general/specified characters will be Tumblrites (or a certain creature if described) that aren't 'rouge'. Am I putting too much thought into this? Definetly! Anyway, ask away!
Also: Source account is @rainy-mars! Not sure how to link in html yet-
#MCAN#intro post#most ooc notes will be in tags from now on bc having to html more than coloring will kill my soul#rain world#rainworld#iterator oc
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I posted 357 times in 2022
That's 357 more posts than 2021!
146 posts created (41%)
211 posts reblogged (59%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@mixtapejunkie
@ask-thevirus-dbd
@doll-dbd
@leon-the-rookie
@ask-dbd-chrisredfield
I tagged 346 of my posts in 2022
Only 3% of my posts had no tags
#ask-dbd-adawong - 187 posts
#ada wong - 167 posts
#dbd ada - 143 posts
#dbd ask blog - 138 posts
#dead by daylight - 133 posts
#resident evil - 129 posts
#{bitch in the red dress | ada} - 101 posts
#answered - 95 posts
#dbd rp blog - 56 posts
#dbd rp reply - 44 posts
Longest Tag: 89 characters
#capcom hasn’t made jill and ada interact yet because they knew they would be too powerful
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
what even would their ship name be?? Kada?? Adate??
Anyways all wonderful art in this edit belongs to the lovely @wanderingsongbird <3
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#4
Glitchtrap looms over Ada with a curiously deviant glint to his gaze. The large bunny suit smiles easily and says with a silky British voice, "Excuse me, ma'am, but I seem to have gotten lost."
@ask-thevirus-dbd
What was supposed to be a normal day of relaxing solitude for Ada on RPD, quickly turned into something else, as a certain large bunny suit began looming over her. Raising an eyebrow, she tilted her head; slightly confused with the whole… mascot outfit but she wouldn’t ask about it. Not yet. “You’re lost? Yeah, I can’t say it isn’t hard to tell.”
Ada looked him up and down as she stepped back; distancing herself from the tall bunny suit wearer, and instead closer towards one of the doors located on RPD. Placing a hand on her hip, she gave him a signature Ada smirk before asking a question, “No offense but, you don’t exactly look like you belong in a police station. How did you even get here?”
( @ask-thevirus-dbd )
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“Stay Sharp! God only knows what’s down here..”
[Askblog for Ada Wong now open]
| Mun here! This blog probably won’t consist of too many drawings due to the Mun’s inability to draw, tis a shame I know. If you’re willing to bare with me, I’d greatly appreciate it! Seeing the other RExDBD ask blogs inspired me to make one of my own. I’m going to try my best on this but- do expect a bit of OOC. My Ada is probably going to be built on HC and Canon |
|Note: The Mun here may have pulled a small dumb and forgot to mention this but, yes, RPs are allowed! I’m fine with interactions from anyone! OCs, canon, crossover? Doesn’t matter to me ^^!|
Other blogs/blogs I’m associated with:
@ask-dbd-oc-quadrant-squad < - Mun for “Cairo Brooks”
@ask-dbd-chrisredfield < - Helps out with the blog along with just being friends with the person running it ^^
@ask-yunjin-lee < - Mun for “Yun-Jin Lee”
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🍪 @ask-ash-williams
“I wonder if this is supposed to represent you or the little guy.. Hm. Who knows.”
[ Ash received the “Ashy Slashy” Cookie]
( @ask-ash-williams )
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My #1 post of 2022
See the full post
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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#well damn#kinda funky ngl <33#ask-dbd-adawong
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lol u reblogged the 777 post from me @homocidal-invader's reblog of it funny
I ALSO REALLY ENJOY HIM!!! I know allllll this stuff. I've actually worked on adding him to my fancomic askblog... thing but I haven't gotten around to it yet lol. I MADE SO MUCH CONCEPT ART THOUGH
(I'm not trying to advertise I'm just continuing a discussion since you seemed interested in the topic lol feel free to ignore)
Don’t care if you’re not trying to advertise, I’m doing it for you now.
He’s just he j he just what a character. Vortians in general deserved so much more from the franchise tbh and the only silver lining of how dirty they got done is that massive open niche for fan content of them
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Here we go. Meet Tempest. His backstory is mostly open yet as I’m hoping to hone it via asks and RPs. I just know that he’s not too old, either a fresh spawn or got separated from his family. He likes rain (ironic I know) and thunderstorms and is rather naive about the world. He’s generally nice but can be bit sassy.
I meant to make an enderman OC askblog years ago when they were at the height of their popularity. But then I just never got it done and the interest in enderman askblogs died out. So I’m trying now with bit of an ‘you only live once’ attitude. Ahaha I have no idea what I’m doing but hey, I hope to have fun.
Let’s see where this leads us! - Sihiro
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Ok I made a au based on Paul's video's (Shed 17 & Project G-1) were everyone was cured from being biofused and are now humans with the scars from there engine form,This contains spoilers for Paulvids videos and this has extra things that doesn't appear in the videos 👌
Thomas
has stitches all over his body from him being the first to be cured and the fact that he was turned human...ish in project G-1,His one eye is red from him loseing control and attacking Keith and he has basically two personailtys now,His normal personailtys he had when he was a actual human and his savage anger side he showed near the end of that video,Also Thomas has a huge scar on his back from his biofused form in Shed 17 and his scream when in his savage side will be high and load like in shed 17•
Edward & James (there together cause there engines forms were burned together)
They both have burn marks all over there body's from how they were destroyed in here biofused form,James has more scars on his face(Cause his face did melt some in the video) while Edward has some scars on his throat from his whistle broke in shed 17(that people thought he died from),James personality changed some from his normal personality to a more serious,grumpy medium headed one cause he is extremely upset of the fact that him and Edward were basically lied to and we're used for testing•
Henry
He has scars on his back and sides from his crash in shed 17 and has scar marks all over his neck and his lower face from when he was scrapped in shed 17,He is very agressive when someone mentions Sir Topham Hat and can accidentally hurt others around him,Henry personality changed a lot cause he is no longer a shy, soft kind guy but now he is a rough,mean, agressive and a emotionally wreck•
Gordon
Gordon took a long time to be cured due to his body being used to make Project G-1,He has scars around his stomach from his biofused form being crushed from the inside,blurry vision from his eyes getting destroyed and a massive scar on his side from getting hurt by the boulder in his Project G-1 form,He acts similar to normal Gordan but has emotionally break downs and has trouble seeing from his blurry vision•
Marvis
She has burn marks around her mouth from her engine burning in shed 17 and sometimes need eye drops for her eyes,She didn't change much and didn't know what happened to the others cause her biofused body burned up first•
Percy
Percy has scars around his neck and needs to wear a cast around it so his neck doesn't fall to the side,His vision is slightly blurry from his eyes rolling back and when his neck is turned his speech gets muffled.
Percy still is a sweetheart and is very young compare to the other biofused engines (that are now humans again) and hasn't changed much•
Spencer
Like Marvis he has burn marks around his mouth and face from his body being set on fire in project G-1,He didn't change much and still has a small rivalry with Gordon and Scottman man but not as much as in the show•
Duck(Chris is his name in the videos) and Oliver
Duck and Oliver still have mechanical parts to them like wires and robotic arms and scars on there body from fighting in Project G-1,Oliver is nearly blind and needs glasses or contacts desperately due to his vision almost being gone
Duck(Or Chris) feels horrible for hurting his best friend and cry's over it when alone,Oliver forgives Duck,tries to comfort him when he cry's and tells him over and over again that he forgives him and isn't mad•
Harold
He has scars on his back from his wings and is so scared of falling again he started getting a phobia of heights,He did get some burn marks on his body from exploding in shed 17, Honestly he didn't change much•
Donald & Douglas
Nobody knows what happened to Donald..Not even Douglas and Donald covers himself in bandages to cover his scars so we really don't know what happened to him,Meanwhile Douglas skin is very soft and his mouth can extend longer than usual,Douglas's lips also can get stuck together but he can open his mouth full easily,Donald is often quiet and doesn't like showing his scars to anyone cause he doesn't want them to worry and ask him what happened.
Douglas has to eat softer food due to his mouth(He can eat hard food but it takes time) and Donald can only eat in private cause he has to take off the his bandage in order to eat•
Annie and Clarabel
They share the same burn marks from there biofused forms and the fact that one of them is a clone of the other(They lost there connection when they were cured),They act the same as before but they do have flinch when one of them gets hurt thinking that they are still connected.
Diesel(Kevin)
He has some scars around his chest and neck from his sacrifice in Project G-1 and gets some panic attack when stressed,He is very salty when it comes to Sir Topham Hat and is very agressive but he got his wife to calm him down (He is married to Annie in Project G-1 if you didn't know),He is get protective over every cured or being cured biofused and is willing to hurt himself protecting everyone•
Smuger
Smuger can stand upright without losing balance cause of him never moving from one space for years and has a massive scar on his stomach from Project G-1,Smuger is quiet and Is to nervous to ask for help and feels like he is responsible for everybody's pain when he isn't,He also has serious panic attack's randomly when reminded of what happened to him and became very claustrophobic from being trapped in one area for so long•
Cranky
He was one of the most hardest one to obtain the most dna to cure him,He has burn scars allover him from his fall in Project G-1 also having scars around his arm representing his crain breaking also in Project G-1,He has some panic attack's and feels guilty for Smugers Injury's and wants to say sorry but is afraid of bringing Smuger a panic attack(He is the only biofused who knows about Smuger and how he got his scars and panic attacks)•
G-1
G-1 was used to cure everyone and was given a life of it's own afterwards,They act like a bit cat or a big dog(They also have some human intelligence) and are very gentile when you are gentile to them,When experimenting on them they used dolphin training tricks to test there human like behavior side and when they used two pieces of paper with a picture of a gender it picked female so they use She/Her/They pronouns and are able to reproduce offspring without a mate(since they are like a animal and not a human..Idk what I'm doing with this thing XD)•
Diesel 10
Diesel 10 is still in his biofused form and is going around sodor keeping anyone that is trying to take or kill the others out and is willing to attack them if they are not careful,His eyes turn black with red pupils when angered and is very agressive when it comes to protecting anyone but he does have a soft side and is willing to show it when he wants to•
Sir toppem hat
One of the main antagonist of this au and plays a important part of this au I can't spoil just yet cause I might make a comic of this au
Keth
He is the only normal human being that was cured after being killed by Thomas and is now a half Human half cured,He has scars around his lower half and has to have a crutch now,Even after that he still cares for Thomas and the other engines and enjoys visiting them and helping them with there problems,He really hates sir toppem hat but feels like he needs to hold back on his anger cause he doesn't want to end up as some like him,He is also a father figure to Raven,Cassy and Evan(Mostly Raven) and is willing to keep them safe from harm and danger•
(Some Oc's)
Raven(My oc)
She is the main person in this au and the one who gave the idea to cure the engines than to kill them off,She was a young girl who loved seeing the engines but was trapped on Sodor when she was left behind by her neglectful caretaker (she was a orphan who never meet her parents and was raised in a orphanage) and was found by Keth and was taken cared for,Years later when she turned 16 she helped with the cure and was reunited with Keth.
Cassy
She was one of the Biofused engines that didn't get destroyed and doesn't have any physical scars on her,She helped with the cure and was willing to have them use some of her body for the cure,She reunited with her twin brother and loves takeing care of the other engines when in need•
Evan
Evan was used and experimented on with how the engines can't stand sugar and another if he could stand falling from a high drop,The first experiment was putting sugar in is fire box which cause him to keep throwing up randomly for a hour and the second experiment he was pushed off a high rock surface and was badly broken and exploded shortly after.
After he was cured he was given scars around his back and side and some patches of burn marks on his body and he hates sugar now cause of that one experiment,He takes care of the other engines and is good friends with James,Edward,Gordan and Percy.
Now some small facts about my au
The cured biofused have the scars of when they were engines and how they were destroyed or killed and they have memory's of when it happened and most of them either try to forget it or ignore it and keep moving on
There heights are a little taller than normal humans and they have louder screams and whistles
Sodor has been fixed and is a sanctuary for the cured engines and is home for some humans that are helping them/takeing care of them
The humans that were killed by Project G-1 or another engine were also cured and have there own medical bay separate from the cured biofused
The stuff to make biofused engine are still there but noone knows we're it is like somebody or something took it
The cured biofused are almost impossible to kill and have massive healing cells from the cure
They are much stronger than normal humans cause of here biofused body's but can control it so they don't hurt others
Oof that is alot and took awhile,I hope you like the au and I plan on making a askblog for this au called Ask the Bio-Cured au
:)
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Introduction !!
This is an askblog for Older Bro from the mod “A Problem Between Brothers.” This is Canon-divergent and Multiverse Friendly. This blog will occasionally have NSFW and/or dark/violent themes. Nsfw content will simply be jokes and nothing more. This is a 14+ account due to these themes so Viewers Discretion is advised.
Walking into the newest Club “Under-Newgrounds” you were faced with a relatively empt club area, infact there was only one other person, a relatively tall blue haired boy sat up top some speakers messing around with a mic. The guy likely wouldn’t have noticed your presence at all if you hadn’t had been so distracted by his appearance that you had stumbled back into a table, knocking it down and onto you.
“The fuck?”
The noise definitely seemed to startle the guy as he leaped down off the speakers, looking over towards you direction before letting out a mocking laugh. “HA! There’s a table there, stupid.” He teases, waltzing over to help you up. He picked the table up with surprising ease, setting it back up. The guy held a hand out to you, lifting you back up to your feet. “Y’know the club ain’t open yet. I’m not sure how the hell you got in. I know for a fact you don’t work here.”
“Ah-um-s-sorry!! I’m just a-….fan!! I wanted to meet you b-before it got crowded and uh stuff. Yeah..!!”
“Fan huh? What’s your name, Fanny.” Already giving you a nickname, clique and cheesy. It wasn’t even that good yet the blunette still chuckled from it.
“Anon.”
“Anon? Weird name but cool. You likely know me as Older Bro but my actual name is Xavion. Xavion Hatsune. Still got a few hours before the club opens up and I’m sure you got questions you Wanna ask so go ahead and shoot.”
Older Bro (Xavion) is now open for asks and interacts! His info is below the cut.
Xavion Info:
Name: Xavion Keith Roxxen Purest Hatsune
Age: ‘26’ (is centuries old and immortal)
Height: 8’6
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Bisexual Polyamorous
Relationship Status: single
Family: Bea (little brother), Kaity (little sister), BB (little brother), Big Sis (little sister), Ritz (little brother), Miku (little sister), Papa Purest (father), Mama Purest (mother)
Species: archangel/demon hybrid
Birthday: September 13th
Enemies: his parents, Dearest Family, Kaity, whoever hurts Bea, BB, BS, Ritz, or Miku.
“Talks like this.”
Appearance:
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Wonderful icons made by @bumblebeebubs
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Mod Info:
Mod names: Nick and Oumie
Pronouns: any
Main: https://fandoms-on-repeat.tumblr.com/
“A Problem Between Brothers” Mod:
https://youtu.be/cqYYaqUVi4M
youtube
#newgrounds#fnf#fnf older bro#friday night funkin#friday night funkin rp#rxbel bxtch#fnf mod#info post
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i’m not sure yet if i’ll leave the askblogs be or delete them altogether (or keep some and delete the ones that didn’t really do anything, idk) but they are now officially closed. i haven’t been able to keep them up with everything going on, and it doesn’t seem right to leave them open and theoretically active any longer when nothing is going to come from it
thank you all for all of the support! it was a wild few months in the best way, and i’m glad to have gotten the chance to share it with you all <3
#pat.txt#announcement#ig???#idk i just closed the inbox on them#maybe i'll delete the blogs themselves later maybe not idk#gonna miss it ngl but after such a long period of inactivity i think this is for the best#i'm v grateful for everyone who interacted & participated! we made something really cool and i'm glad i could be a part of it :}
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Lore Post #1: The Basics
The Recording Town AU is a slice-of-life AU (with darker undertones) set inside Joey Drew Studios after Henry breaks the cycle. Everyone who had been trapped in an inky form reverts back to human, albeit with some… changes. The majority of those who had been Searchers, Lost Ones, and Butcher Gang members go home to their families, desperate to leave the studio for good. However the main cast, whether because there was no one outside who would take them back or because they had nowhere to go before they joined jds, stayed. Henry is now boss and tries to keep the place afloat for those who couldn’t go home.
The slice of life style is reminiscent of @doodledrawsthings ‘s Hell’s Studio blog and @ask-joeydrewstudios ‘s blog, as they were my inspirations to create this even though BATIM is a pretty dead fandom.
Now for an explanation of the basic changes to the characters after Henry breaks the cycle.
They can no longer die- if they are mortally wounded they will respawn from the ink machine (the small ch. 1 one, not the giant one from ch. 5). This includes if they die outside of the studio.
While they are recovered in the ways that are important, touches of inky madness still linger within each character. Susie will on occasion sleepwalk and try to stab Wally, Sammy occasionally flies into full Prophet mode, etc.
They can remember almost everything from cycles past
The ink demon still lurks in the now flooded lower levels…
The ask box is always open unless I change my description. Magic asks are welcome, absolutely absurd asks are welcome, shipping is welcome but nothing sexual please (also all of this ships in this will be very loose EXCEPT for Sammy x Susie. That will be the main focus of the shipping that I imply. You guys can go wild with shipping suggestions including those with those two characters, but know that I may prioritize Samsie).
Next lore post will be physical descriptions of the characters (since I’m not quite good enough yet at drawing to make this an illustrated askblog)
-Mod Rio
#bendy au#batim#ask blog#ink demon#joey drew studios#batim sammy#batim susie#batim ask blog#this is my first askblog take it easy on me okay#mod rio#lore post#not an ask#samsie#incorrect quotes
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{Personal longpost time! I know this is the second time in a month I’ve done this, folks, but I gotta talk about boundaries for a sec thanks to some recent events. I’ll put it behind a cut for your convenience. (Side point, but is this inaccessible somehow? I heard it might be, but I’m not 100% sure what that does and haven’t been able to uncover the explanation via Google. Let me know if cuts are no good for you?)}
{Anyway, I’m 100% certain I’m going to lose followers for this opinion, but I’m gonna share it anyway. Say what you want about furries. At least they don’t do weird stuff like impose their kinks on strangers, and when they do, it usually makes for a hilarious or otherwise just downright fun story that isn’t necessarily obvious fetish fuel. We will respect the eff out of furries in this house, and furthermore, I will say what goes on on your own blogs is your business. But also, please feel free to continue fueling powerverse and/or Lanette’s exasperation. You get how it’s done, and I love you.
But for the rest of you, I’m going to be frank because something serious happened recently. I mean, something serious has happened for the past few askbox openings, but I also mean something serious happened on my personal’s askbox, from a former follower of this blog, that kinda drove me to make this post. To be clear, this is not a callout post. Do not go full-on detective, figure out who did what, and send anon hate or anything. This post is not about them but about me and my need to clarify something.
That having been said, I’ll be blunt here. It’s very easy to forget that there are actual people behind askblogs because so many of them maintain a strict fourth wall, but ... there are people behind askblogs. Actual people, with boundaries, who are writing these askblogs because it’s fun for them. So it’s extremely important to remember there’s a person behind this askblog too and, well, respect boundaries.
To that end, let me come out here and say it: I’m ace. I don’t mind TF/powerverse asks/stuff that fuels the furries’ fires because I’m also very fond of fantasy/fluffy fics about significant others with superpowers, so, like, we’re doing the whole Venn diagram thing here and just vibing with it. But otherwise, I’m actually pretty uncomfortable with answering questions about sex/sexuality from strangers, particularly those who think the askbox is less a conversation with Bill and more a vehicle to tell their own stories. It’s a bit difficult to describe without an ask on-hand, but let me put it this way. Have you ever read an ask on here that was very clearly not something Bill could fully respond to but was really more or less just the person telling a story about their character, with Bill awkwardly responding as best as he could to an overly specific topic? Take those, but add in fetishy things, and you have the questions that violate the “do not send kinks” bulletpoint.
(Point of clarification: I don’t mind answering the non-fetishy questions that are actually more or less telling a story. I say that Bill is awkwardly answering because I’ve yet to figure out how to adequately respond to questions like that but thank you for your patience when I try.)
The fetishy story-asks are extremely uncomfortable for me, not because I’m sex-repulsed (I’m actually not) but instead because it’s not a new phenomenon for someone to come into my space and really push their kinks and not be subtle about it. I’ve been in the fandom for a long time, so I’ve encountered more than my fair share of folks who walk into my communication channels and, without asking me (or with asking me but not really caring about the answer), just dropping kink stuff into my lap and expecting me to partake in it. And it’s been happening increasingly lately with asks (hence the comments about the ralts line, about apparent lowkey pedophilia, and about apparent zoophilia), but it also happened recently with my personal, with someone who had been informed of my aceness prior to the asking, and not-so-recently-but-still-within-the-past-few-months with the Discord server in this blog’s desc, with someone who wasn’t informed but felt the need to really push their kinks onto everyone in the server. To me, if you push your stuff for the sake of pushing your stuff and not for the sake of actually talking to Bill, what you’re doing is violating that boundary and, well, disrespecting the facts that I’m ace and that I’m an actual person participating in the conversation, for lack of a more polite way to phrase that. And that’s why it’s uncomfortable for me.
Granted, side point, but this doesn’t mean you can’t ask Bill about sex. It just has to be that you’re asking Bill about sex. Again, there’s a difference between asking someone because you’re into that kind of thing and just need a vehicle to talk about your own stuff and asking someone because you’re genuinely interested in their response. Approach Bill as if you’re interested in hearing what he has to say. (Of course, there’s no guarantee that he’ll give you a straight answer, no pun intended. A lot of the times, Bill likes to pretend he doesn’t get what you mean, for one reason or another, and the times he doesn’t, he’s just. A Scientist.)
So anyway, long and short of it is, that’s why I feel the need to come out, share the fact that I’m ace, and explain how I approach sex. Because, well, I’m just tired, folks. It’s often that someone just. Doesn’t really get that I’m an actual person, and it’s awkward and exhausting. Please don’t do that.
And also, respect the furries because they’re one of the few people who get this completely, and because they’re some of the most accepting, welcoming people you can find on the internet. I’ve never had a problem with furries and boundaries, and I flippin’ love all of you because of that. Stay beautiful, you delightful allies.}
#from the mun#{I wasn't gonna post this originally#but tbh I realized I probably should.#Mostly because of the respect furries vibe here.}#tw: sex talk
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GREETINGS PATHETIC WORMSSSS!!
“It is I!! The best, most intelligent, and most handsome Zim you’ll EVER meet-“
“Im going to drop you.”
“Oh and Palindrome is here too, he’s a close second. Too bad he smells like one of those wretched Urth meats abandoned in the unforgiving rays of the planet’s celestial sta- AH!!” *there is a distinct crashing noise*
Heyo! Welcome to my ask blog! Rules and other stuff are under the cut.
Short Description
This is an ask blog for the two characters Palindrome and 2k from the Zimvoid issue of the Invader Zim comics. Currently, the lads are still in the zimvoid and the events of the issue haven’t happened yet.
I have another askblog for the other Zims of the void called @a-peek-into-the-void if you’re interested, and the Zims from there may show up in the background of some asks
Rules
There’s one Mod on this blog, me :D (@zimmothy) I’m currently 17 so keep that in mind when giving asks. I don’t mind slightly nsfw humor (I think Zim screaming in horror in sex-Ed class is hilarious after all) but anything else will be getting deleted.
If you’re worried about an ask getting eaten up, feel free to send it again or dm me. I’m sometimes slow with art in general since I have other things going on, but I’ll try to answer them as soon as I can
I may show the two being affectionate but please don’t tag these posts as a ship
Otherwise, have fun. Send in as much as you want.
An added rule is I’ll be allowing magic anons! This just means you can send the two Zims a snack if you want, or a really bad meme. Or even a fish plushie! Anything small that won’t hurt the cannon too much.
Status
Asks: Open, anon is on. You can direct your asks towards 2k, Palindrome, or both.
Height Reference
Yes I have taken some liberties with Palindrome’s height, don’t worry he’s still short in his universe. I just think 2k deserves to be able to comfortably sit on his shoulder
#invader zim#IZ#zim#palindrome#2k#zimvoid#I was watching a club penguin documentary while drawing the logo
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As Time Passes Prologue : The Estate
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People never choose where they were born.
Balthazar was said to be lucky. He was a prince ! He had all the fame ! All the recognition ! All the things he could ever dream of !
Deep down, he knew it was all fake.
This life felt like a prison. A prison of boredom filled with duties that were choking him more and more. And through the bars, he could see the outside world, he could see the time-agents working for his parents, and all the things they accomplished.
And when Balthazar found an escape route, it was obvious he was meant to go sooner or later.
Note : And here’s the first part of a long fic that I’ve been thinking of for a while now. Note that I have NO idea when the second chapter will come out. While I’m basically done with the school year, I still have some work, so I won’t have all the time of the world. But I still really wanted to get that chapter done.
The prologue is going to be three to four chapters long and will mostly serve to give the characters a backstory along with introducing some side characters. But be aware that the ideas introduced in these chapters won’t be the subject of an arc in the main story, it will be more like things established about the characters that could get a mention or characters that will show up in the main story without much introduction, since the introduction will be done here.
There will also be some small “extra” chapters about things that are related to the fic but overall don’t really play a big role in the main story, like a flashback or, in the case of this chapter, a “where are they now” kind of thing. There could also be smut at some point if I ever decide to try writing about it (no promises).
As for the main fic, let’s just say that, while I write Cavendish and Dakota as a married couple, I’m still a sucker for “getting together” fics. So I might as well write about their history ; ) .
And fun fact, before Cavendish’s appreciation day, I never really thought of a backstory for him and Dakota. But after seeing people talk about them and their possible histories, in arts and even old fics and random posts, I started making my own headcanons. So thanks people for the inspiration !
This chapter can kind of be considered as a Royal AU I guess ? I mean, it’s more of a backstory related to it but the “aesthetic” is pretty much the same as a royal AU. As for the castle, it’s your usual renaissance castle but with futuristic technology like metallic automatic doors for the bedrooms and some floating telegraphic screen things to write notes on; stuff like that. Although, for the clothing, it would be more the Victorian era with royal outfits that look like general outfits (hope it’s easy to picture… Basically it’s not the Renaissance clothing with layer after layer, it’s a less heavy clothing). Also, the garden is an “English garden” with plants that can grow kind of randomly (compared to French garden in which everything is controlled and symmetrical).
I have no idea if this description makes sense but point is, this is basically what most people think about when you say 1700s royalty but with stuff from different time periods because no research had been made on a precise time period. In my defense, this takes place in 2149 so who’s to say people wouldn’t mix time periods ?
And since I took a royal approach and talk economy : know that this story is just some random fic and does not show any politic views or stuff like that. It’s the first ideas that came to mind to justify having the characters as royals. Even the royal situation is more out of convenience than anything. And the fact that this is posted now also has nothing to do with what happened a few days ago; I started working on this way before it.
And finally, if you have any questions or comments about this fic, feel free to ask ! I’m always open to criticism and for an excuse to infodump (as long as it doesn’t end up in spoiling the story) ! And since two fics are doing it, if you’re wondering : no, this fic won’t have an askblog. While I love askblogs, I don’t have the energy to make one. So if you have any questions about the fic, ask in general, not to a character.
One last comment : while this chapter is pretty chill in terms of content, be aware that the rest of the prologue, along with some parts of the main fic, will talk about some pretty serious topics, which is also why this fic might take some time for every chapter because a lot of research is needed here to make sure not to mess anything up (the thought of chapter three of the prologue already scares me). For each chapter, I will put a warning for the content. But overall, I’d advise you to look at the AO3 page if only for the tags (tags will change and be added as the fic goes on).
Anyways, enjoy !
“Greetings, class ! Today, we’re going to continue our history lesson on how our nation came to be. As promised last time, we are going to see the European Fallout of the 2080s.
Throughout the 21st century, Europe went through several economic crises. All of it led to a collapse by the end of the 2070s. At the end of the decade, a crisis raged in the United States and spread to our Europe. In only a few weeks, every country found themselves on the brink of poverty. The consequences of this fallout are still present nowadays as most European countries are much poorer than they used to be. A lot of people tried to find the root of this event and pointed the finger at the Louisiana Purchase.
As for what happened to our England, I told you last time how our country used to be part of the United Kingdom, an alliance made with three other countries. When the fallout started, the United Kingdom was the first to be affected and nobody knew how to make the situation better. After hundreds of arguments and decisions that didn’t go anywhere, the United Kingdom ended up splitting up.
Moreover, people stopped trusting the government of that time, which had a prime minister at its head, and asked for the royal family to stand up and take back the leadership role they gave up years ago. But since the Queen can only do so much, since not every part of the country was affected equally and since a government with one ruler making decisions with a council failed, the system changed. Our country was divided in Estates, each ruled by a Lady or a Lord. The Ladies and Lords were chosen among the richest and most influential families of England. This division helped bringing closeness between the people and the ones ruling over them. That way, solving local issues became easier.
Wishing to be old-fashioned, the Ladies and Lords decided to live in palaces, each palace near the biggest town of the Estate. They also started to refer to each other as kings and queens, though with no desire to question the authority of our Queen. They also chose to raise their children to take over after their passing and chose to host meetings, often turning into balls, to give their children the opportunity to meet the princes and princesses that could become their future spouse. Finally, these families all have a profession related to the Queen and the rest of her court. Of course, they are part of the court as well.
This system, our current system, had been created more than five decades ago now, and look at how greatly it managed to save us from the collapse the rest of Europe is barely recovering from !
And that, children, is why we live and thrive in the Cavendish Estate.”
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April 20, 2149
“Have you heard about what that person claimed last night ? I heard it had been all over the news !”
Balthazar chuckled. Gossip. Something people sure loved to spread in this town. There was something quite fascinating about it. To see people so willing to believe anything, if they know the person they heard it from.
“What does this weirdo want ?”, he heard one of the ladies whisper to the other.
“My apologies.”, Balthazar replied, knowing full-well the comment was aimed at him. After all, he was the only person wearing a black cloak while sitting on benches at the town’s only green space, looking at the people passing by. Not wishing to bring more attention to himself, and realizing how late it was getting, the blonde walked away, covering as much of his face as possible.
“What a creep.”
Balthazar walked through the town, wishing he had the time to stop at one of the shops that displayed artisanal work. This work was so much insignificant compared to everything he was given, and yet it was so much more valuable ! Those were hand-craft objects, things that people made themselves, with their own talent ! Things they accomplished by their own abilities !
...But he didn’t have time, he had to hurry.
He knew the road by heart by now. First leave the town by taking the smaller streets. Then, there was the long road through the forest. Balthazar always felt uncomfortable while crossing it. The woods were purely decorative, put there by his grandparents to make the ride to the castle more pleasant. This meant that nothing and nobody lived here, and the only noise that could be heard were the occasional blowing of the wind through the leaves and the electric movement of the cameras. They weren’t a lot of them, and Balthazar managed to find a path that avoided them all. He could now rush through the woods, only slowing down once he reached the walls surrounding the royal garden. There was a crack in one part of the wall, at the very back of the garden, hidden behind a set of bushes and just big enough to let the prince go through. It had been there for years.
All he had to do now was hide his cloak into the bushes, remove all eventual filth off his person, grab the book about time theories he left behind and go back inside, pretending to have been reading this whole time. When he started to open the back doors and felt the guards grabbing them to let him in, he felt reassured to see them do their usual greeting. Seemed like nobody had been looking for him.
“Balthazar.”, the prince almost jumped as his mother emerged from one corridor, and took back his previous statement. The queen had her face fully visible with her ginger hair tied into a bun. And while the woman looked calm and composed, the blonde knew that, had she not been raised as a royal, the glare from her icy eyes would lead to a full-blown rage. The queen opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out as she noticed the book in her son’s hands. When she looked back at him, he knew he was in trouble.
“Have you been so taken by your story that you did not hear the commotion inside ?”
“I…”, Balthazar didn’t know how to answer without making it worse for him. He had no idea his free-time had been replaced by something else. How do you pretend to forget about something if you don’t even know what it is ?
“The son of our closest ally was there, more than eager to meet you again.”
“Oh ! A meeting !”, his interjection only reinforced the frown on his mother’s freckled face and the prince gulped. “I…I mean, I thought we already had such a meeting Monday.”
“We chose to have them more often, you are aware of that.”, it wasn’t a question.
“I…”, Balthazar sighed. “I apologize for my lack of foresight.”, that was his best option right now.
“Apologies will not bring a husband.”, the queen reprimanded. She approached him and grabbed his head. “You are close to being thirty now.”, he tone soothed.
“I am only twenty-six.”, her son protested.
“It is already old.”, she insisted. “Soon enough, you will lose your youthful charm.”, she lifted his chin. “You are a handsome man, dear. Do not let it go to waste.”
“I assure you, I am not trying to.”
“Then why avoiding your chances ?”
“…”, the prince looked down.
“Is there something wrong with your suitors ?”, she tried asking. “Would you rather court Ladies ?”
“No, it’s not- ! I really do am interested in Lords.”, his mother raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting a better explanation. “I simply…I do not find these princes to be the most…attractive. Or interesting.”, he mumbled that last part.
His mother eyed him for a moment, before finally letting go of him.
“Remember. You are the heir of the Cavendish Estate. It is your duty to assure our progeny. It is already disappointing to know that you will continue our bloodline with a surrogate instead of your spouse. Do not force us to choose a husband for you.”, and with that, she left.
Truth be told, Balthazar saw all these princes as the same. Rich egotistical men who boasted about the wealth and power their parents managed to get. They were all the same built, all told the same boring discussions, seemingly happy about their situation. Sometimes, Balthazar felt like the only one who wasn’t interested into such talks, who wasn’t satisfied with what he was.
Now, a real man, a strong and muscular man who could sweep him off his feet and crush him without effort, while still showing kindness and acting as a gentleman…Now that was his type of men !
However, he could never admit it to his parents. They would be disgusted with him.
“Your highness ?”, Balthazar thoughts were interrupted by one of the servants approaching. The man bowed his head in respect.
“What is it ?”, the prince asked, taking his royal tone.
“I am here to notify you like you asked. Mr. Elmont and his team are about to come back.”
“Mr. Elmont is back ?”, he asked excitedly.
“He is.”, the servant confirmed.
“Thank you !”, Balthazar quickly said as he hurried down the hallway, his manners forgotten.
It didn’t take him long to reach the basement under the right wing of the castle. This part of the property served as headquarters for the B.O.T.T. agents working for the Cavendishes.
The prince went to the garage. It was there that most people went to talk to the agents, as the rest of the space given to them was used for their personal accommodation.
The garage was a simple room. At the center, there were parking spaces for the cars of the five teams that lived here, including two spare vehicles that were rarely used. Near the walls rested equipment along with tools and car parts. There also was a cooler and several bags for long missions in hostile environments.
There were also pictures. Dozens of framed pictures of all the places they travelled to and the wonders they saw here. Balthazar was always in awe at their view. To think the world used to be so different ! That the world outside of those walls was so diverse ! That there had been so many civilizations, so many different kinds of people over the centuries ! But out of all these people, how many of them had their story told ? How many of them made a difference ? How many were completely forgotten ? The thought of it both fascinated and scared the prince as he wondered about his own place in the world. Would he be a hero, remembered for his great ruling, or would he be forgotten, becoming nothing more than a name on a family tree ? Or worse, what if he was remembered for the bad reasons ? He knew some of the people in the Estate were against the concept of Lords ruling over them. So what would this mean for his future ?
Most often than not, Balthazar envied the time-travelers. Not only did they have the luck to see so many things in their lifetime, but they also had the opportunity to make a change in the world. Sometimes, Balthazar wished he could be in their place.
Ever since he learned to read, he had been studying about time-travel. He started off reading child books about the adventures of the incredible Professor Time and his loyal partner Perry, a creature Balthazar always figured was fictional. Then, as he grew up, he continued with theories and facts about the time-stream, alternate universes and other dimensions. His parents had always been skeptical about this hobby of him, claiming that it could ‘derivate you from your duties’. But overall, the prince managed to convince his mother to let him spend his free-time learning about it, as long as he kept paying attention to ‘important matters’.
Soon after he took the stairs leading to the garage, the portal to the past opened, letting three time-vehicles back. The time-travelers left their vehicles and the blonde quickly took sight of Mr. Elmont’s familiar shape. At the sight of the prince, the agents bowed.
“Your majesty.”, they greeted.
“Gentlemen.”, Balthazar replied, trying to keep his composure. “May I hear the report of your assignment ?”
“Certainly.”, Mr. Elmont replied. He took out one of his holographic devices to give to the prince.
“Thank you.”, the blonde dismissed the group with a gesture. After all, their priority was to report to the king and queen. If they had to clean or tend to the cars, they could do so later.
With the agents away, he turned the device on and a representation of the land visited appeared. There was a text at the bottom, explaining that the time was West-Asia in 1795 and what the objective was. Balthazar spent a good chunk of time reading it all, planning dozens of questions to ask the agents, until his father’s impatient voice brought him back to his royal duties. With envious glances towards the time-machines, he left the garage.
When the evening came, Balthazar had a boring and uneventful dinner filled with talks with his parents about the state of their province before retracting to his room. He sighed, sliding down against the door. What was wrong with him ? He was a prince. He was smart, cultivated, respected, beloved by the court. So why did all the things supposedly important for him feel so dull ? Why did everyday feel like the same boring routine ? And with his parents wishing to intensify the number of meetings with other princes…
He shouldn’t be thinking like this. He knew his parents wouldn’t like it. He was a future Lord ! He was rich ! He had everything !
Well…maybe not everything.
Balthazar found himself drawn to his balcony, putting his weight onto the ramp as he admired the familiar view. He could see the capital from here, its light a display of the grooming activity of the people. Further away, there were other towns, some almost barely visible due to the distance.
What were civilians doing right now ? What kind of activities did they do at that time ? Did they know how lucky they were to live out there ? To be free to do and see anything they wanted ? Or were they envious of his life, just like he was of theirs ?
The prince sighed again. He didn’t know why he felt like that. Ever since he was a child, he had never felt satisfied with being a prince. He never liked having so many duties. He didn’t care about the politics of the allies and enemies his father had. He didn’t enjoy courting. But most importantly, he hated how people only knew and praised him for what his family was, instead of knowing who he was as a person, and what he could accomplish by himself. This was what made his entire work feel so meaningless.
Balthazar went to sit on his bed, putting Dennis on his lap.
“Do you think I overthink things ?”, he asked Dennis. Of course, the plush didn’t respond, but it didn’t stop the blonde from seeing a judgmental look on his companion’s face. “You’re right. I should not be complaining. Besides, surely I cannot be the only member of the court who complains like that…But still, why do you think I feel like this ? Was I not born and raised to rule ? And it isn’t as if I was not born here. Mother and Father care too much about lineage to adopt.
So if ruling is in my blood, why do I feel like I am not made for it ?”
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April 21, 2149
Another day, another meeting with other Estates, another potential husband to stand.
Everyone was gathered into the throne room. The high members of the Estate were here, along with members of the court and families of friend Estates. Balthazar was standing in front of his throne, next to his parents. The king was doing his usual welcoming speech, his tall stature and floating blond hair making his presence imposing. The prince half-listened to his father’s speech. He had heard it a million times before. Instead of listening, he studied the crowd. One of the men here might very well be his future husband. Whoever it might be, Balthazar hoped he would be strong but also compelling.
As he recognized the last words from the speech, he took it as his cue and walked down the steps separating the thrones to the rest of the room. His father announced the festivities and people started to merge together in a myriad of colors.
Each Estate had a dominating color in their clothing, adorned for the Lords with a dozen medals and titles like his father did. Balthazar wasn’t so bad himself. He was wearing a white shirt covered by a deep blue waist-coat along with leggings, all covered by a matching coat. The three pieces of clothing had gold patterns sewed on them. His stockings were white, contrasting with the black of his boots. His crown was quite simple : a circular piece of jewelry with emeralds engraved in it. The green created an enticing contrast with the rest of his clothing. The only exception were his glasses, carrying the same golden colors as the crown, with an emerald on each branch.
Soon enough, he was approached by a man. He was wearing a brown outfit that complimented his dark hair. His clothes followed the same mold as Balthazar’s, the proper dress code for a prince. From his outfit, Balthazar guessed that he came from the Valjean Estate, an Estate form the far-South that had some French roots and recently became good acquaintances with his own province. The blonde had to admit, that prince wasn’t bad looking.
“Greetings. May your kingdom be prosperous and your family proud.”, the prince extended his hand.
“May your kingdom be prosperous and your family proud.”, the blonde shook his hand. “Prince Balthazar Tiberius of the Cavendish Estate.”, he introduced himself.
“Prince Clement Hugo of the Valjean Estate.”, the prince replied, his accent confirming his origin. “Pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”, Balthazar replied. He knew the protocol, and the prince was slightly his style, so he might as well get things going. “Would you like to head for the garden ? We can have more privacy to talk.”
“A bright idea.”, the other man nodded, following him.
They stayed in the garden for a while, walking along the path near the walls. At every step, Balthazar’s disappointment grew. For a moment, he had thought that he was finally with someone interesting. But like any other prince he met, the man ended up talking politics and royal meetings and other topics that the blonde would rather forget about, if only for one day.
“And that’s how my father solved the issue of that drought.”, the prince boasted. “And now, our Estate is more flourishing than ever. Rather impressive, is it not ?”
“Indeed. Your father is rather impressive.”, the blonde pointed out.
“…Well,”, the prince coughed. “I helped as well with a great work-“
“A significant work for sure.”, Balthazar said sarcastically while rolling his eyes.
“Why being so insulting ?”, the prince asked, stopping in his tracks. “Do you not deem your work important ?”
“As a matter of facts, I do not.”
“But…are you not a successful barrister for the Queen ?”
“Oh please ! Do you honestly believe that any of the people I defend would be declared ‘guilty’ without me ? They are part of the Queen’s court ! Our families are too rich and powerful to be opposed !”
The other prince just looked at him, flabbergasted.
“Don’t you see ?!”, Balthazar continued. “Neither of us accomplished anything ! Our professions are nothing but facades ! We didn’t earn any of the things we have ! All our wealth was made by our grandparents ! All the things people praise us for, it was all given to us by our families ! Even our meaningless professions were dictated by them !”
The prince opened his mouth, most likely to protest, but no sound came out.
“Don’t you want to be more than that ? Don’t you want to do something more with your life ?”
“I am doing something with my life !”, he protested.
“But don’t you want more ?”
“…What do you want out of your life, Prince Balthazar ?”
“I…I want to get out of there.”, he gazed at the top of the property’s walls. “I want to explore the world. I want to be the master of my own life. I want people to praise me for my own accomplishments. I want to be more than just a forgettable pawn working for this Estate !”
The prince stared at him, his surprise slowly fading away. For a moment, Balthazar thought that he was going to excuse himself, leaving and not feeling comfortable to talk to him again unless he was forced to. Not like the blonde would mind. This was how half of those ‘relationships’ ended up anyways. At least this one would be as short as he wished it to.
But instead, the prince looked at him with a much more serious expression.
“…I knew someone like you.”
“You…you do ?”
“The youngest prince of the Limgar Estate. He knew his turn as a ruler would never come, but he never wished for it anyways. He wished to leave his Estate, and he tried to.”
“He did ?!”, for the first time in years, Balthazar felt a bubbling excitement. Was it truly possible to leave ? Were there no consequences to it ?
The prince nodded. “Unfortunately for him, he had no choice but using the front gate. He tried to leave during the guards relaying but was seen. And while he managed to go far, as he was on a train by the time his family was warned and it was made clear that he was not supposed to be outside, it only took a call to the friends Estates to end his escapade.”
Balthazar deflated. Of course there was no easy way to get away with such a plan.
“Ever since this incident, he is followed at all times by a guard. As for his reputation…Well, I believe you understand that the entire court now show him every disdain. He is an outcast among his own people. Of course, this is not helped by his rank as the second born.”
The prince let Balthazar a few seconds to take it all in. “I will refrain from confessing your desires to your family.”, he then reassured. “But if I were you, I would reconsider a lot of things. Nobody wants to be shunned by their own kind, especially an heir.”, and with that, the prince bowed to excuse himself and headed back to the castle.
Balthazar stayed behind, dozens of questions on the tip of his tongue but unable to talk. How long had it been since this event ? How many people were aware of this story ? Would it be possible for him to meet that prince ? Did other people feel that same way but never talk about it out of fear ? Not like it would matter anyways, if bringing it up only caused troubles. But still. For once, it would be nice to meet someone who shared his point of view, to prove that they had nothing insane to them.
The blonde watched as the other prince headed back inside, before glancing the other way. For an instant, he considered going to town to forget about this whole thing, but with the current meeting, he knew his parents were watching. With one last lingering glance towards the walls, he headed back inside.
Balthazar almost collapsed in his throne as the evening came. The meeting ended soon after he came back inside. Afterwards, it had been time for his piano lessons, followed by sports and dance and then several hours of working for his law firm. And now, he had to attend as his parents took care of business for the people. Representatives would come to have hour-long discussions about what policies to adopt. Balthazar needed to pay attention and remember as much as possible despite his parents’ advisor noting it all down on a holographic tablet.
By the time they finished, the prince was trying to suppress his yawns, his head resting on his hand from boredom and tiredness. He quickly corrected his posture when his father glanced at him.
Without a word, the three royals stood up, the king dismissing the servants, and went for dinner.
Despite his tiredness, Balthazar went to the B.O.T.T. quarters after dinner. With his mother promising more meetings, he would have little to no free-time in the upcoming days. So he might as well take any opportunity.
He reached the garage and was relieved to see Mr. Elmont here. The man was working on a device.
“Sir.”
The time-traveler looked up in surprise and quickly saluted. “Your Majesty.”
“Is this a bad time ?”, the prince asked.
“Not at all.”, Elmont reassured, a hint of amusement in his voice. Ever since Balthazar had been allowed to meet the time-agents, Mr. Elmont had been kind of a confidant to him. He quickly saw the interest the prince had for his profession and was always more than happy to recount his missions. And meeting the prince in his younger years helped partly close the gap tied to the power imbalance, making the agent more of a friend than a servant. “What can I do for you ?”
“I would like to hear more of your last mission, if this is possible.”, the blonde tried to sound as detached as possible. His parents tended to enforce the fact that Mr. Elmont was under his orders, and he didn’t want the agent to get scolded for patronizing him.
Elmont picked up his holographic device and rested his back against the working table, patting the space next to him as an invitation for the prince.
For the next hour or so, the blonde listened as the time-traveler explained his last mission in detail, talking about the objectives, the places, the people. Balthazar let himself loosen, letting the man see his curiosity.
“BALTHAZAR !”
The prince jumped as his father’s voice filled the room.
“Balthazar ! What are you doing in here at such a time ?!”, the king reprimanded while walking down the stairs.
“Your Highness.”, the time-traveler quickly greeted.
“Agent Elmont ! You know better than to waste the time of an heir on trivial babbling !”
“My deepest apologies, your Highness.”
“Father.”, the prince intervened. “I’m the one who chose to come here. Mr. Elmont did nothing but obey orders.”
“Balthazar…”, the king said in a warning tone. Without another word, he went back up the stairs. The prince glanced at the time-traveler, murmuring a ‘apologies’ before trotting after his father. Once he reached his level, the Lord looked at him. “Balthazar.”
“Father, I-“
“Son, listen. You are an heir. You have a duty, responsibilities.”, he lectured. “Your mother has left you loose for too long. You need to learn to spend your time on what truly matters.”
“I…I understand.”, Balthazar could only agree with his father’s wishes. It seemed that today was going to become the new norm.
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April 28, 2149
Balthazar collapsed in his bed, ignoring the crown slipping out of his face. It had been a week since his parents had decided to intensify his duties and it was already starting to show. He had had a trial yesterday and, while the client got acquitted like every other, his defense had been the flimsiest he ever displayed. His parents had lectured him, telling him how disappointing he had been. Of course, he had expected their reaction. His profession was a show before anything else. He had to be perfect to prove the greatness of his Estate.
And with the revocation of his free-time, he found himself thinking more and more about the story prince Clement had told him. Worse, he thought of the way the younger brother tried to leave and what the flaws in his plan had been. Mainly, the issues were his choice to use the front gate and to head for a friend’s Estate. If a member of the court goes missing, of course calling friends and enemies was the first thing to do. Balthazar needed to find an Estate that tended to be forgotten by most if he wanted to-
No. He shouldn’t have these thoughts. Even if the outside world seemed so wide and exciting and-
Stop this., he scolded himself. You have a duty to fulfill. Besides, the outside world is dangerous. An accident-prone person such as you would struggle alone out there. And who’s to say other Estates are the same as the capital ? The places that Mr. Elmont sees are from the past. If I leave, I would find myself on my own in much duller places. Unless I pack enough money to get to study-
No. You have to stop this ! You were born to be a ruler !
…But isn’t being close to the people part of being a ruler ? Doesn’t that mean leaving the castle as well ?
Balthazar glanced at Dennis. The plush was standing on the bed near him. At the view of his companion, memories started to flood into his mind. His only day of freedom, a carnival in the middle of the capital. So many games, so many colors, so many noises, so much laugher, so much happiness. The prince had yet to top the feelings of that day.
He sighed. He wanted to get out of there, there was no reason to doubt this. He wanted another life, outside of these walls and among the people. He wanted to find a man that was different from all these princes, much more charming than any of them could dream to be.
But could this life ever become more than just a dream ?
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May 9, 2149
Balthazar was running down the halls, ignoring the looks from the servants. He had just been warned that every time-traveler would go on a mission that would last at least a month. If he wanted to talk to them, it was now.
He quickly went down the stairs to the garage and was relieved to see the agents still there, making their ways into the vehicles. Once a few took notice of him, they greeted him, getting the attention of the other agents.
“Is Mr. Elmont still there ?”, the prince asked between two breaths. He looked at all the cars and was relieved to notice the agent’s usual time-machine. A second later, Mr. Elmont left his vehicle.
“Go ahead.”, he told the rest of the group. “We will join you afterwards.”
Balthazar watched as the cars jumped into the time-stream. Elmont approached him while his partner entered their time-machine.
“I’m afraid I don’t have much time.”, the agent reminded. “What is it ?”
“I…”, the prince cleared his throat, trying to get his composure back. “I would like to know more about how you became a time-traveler.”
“Oh ? And why is that ?”, Elmont seemed hesitant. Has the king given him a warning due to last time ?
“Am I not allowed to know every part of your profession, including how to reach it ?”, he tried to sound firm. But when he saw the agent look away with a frown, his pretense dropped. “Mr. Elmont, please tell me.”, he insisted.
“…Alright.”, the agent decided. “To become a time-traveler, you need to study for twenty cycles. Each cycle is three months long, and you’re able to take a long break between each cycle. So the shortest time for the studies is five years, with four cycles per year and no break. You can start your studies by the age of fifteen, if you’re certain this is your calling.”, Balthazar listened intensely, maybe too intensely.
“During those studies, you learn about the histories and cultures of the past, including the different views of those times for when you need to do infiltration missions. You also learn about time-travel theories and how your machine works. There’s physical training as well, along with a few driving lessons, especially to learn to drive under pressure. But it’s better to learn to drive before starting out, or during the first cycles.”
“And where did you study ?”
The agent looked at him for a moment before answering. “Every big town has a branch of the time-travel agency where you can learn and be employed. But the B.O.T.T. headquarters are located in America, in the Tri-State Area where time-travel was invented. In the states, there’s also the Institution of Regulation and Punishment for Time-Travel, I.R.P.T.T. for short. So if you want to address B.O.T.T., it needs to go overseas.”
“Edward ?”, the other time-agent called from the car.
“I have to go.”, Mr. Elmont told the prince.
“I understand.”, Balthazar smiled. “May your journey be successful.”
“Thank you.”, the agent bowed. On his way to the car, he stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Your Majesty. Whatever you might be thinking of doing, please be careful.”
And with that, the time-machine was gone.
Balthazar stayed for a moment, looking at the spare engines. If he knew how to drive, could he be able to leave that way ?
He shook his head. Thinking about it was meaningless. He should go back before any of his parents noticed his absence. He had papers to sort for his next case.
That is, if he did attend to the trial.
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May 18, 2149
This was a terrible idea.
It was the middle of the night. The castle was silent, devoid of any activity aside from the guards on patrol. Balthazar was standing in front of his bed, where was resting a brown satchel that he filled with books about time-travel, along with a few personal items, including Dennis. And cash. A lot of cash.
Balthazar’s hands were resting on each side of the bag. He was considering his options. Ever since the meeting with the Valjean prince, he had unconsciously been studying the routine of the guards, counting the time between each permutation. He had also gotten an interest for the other Estates, as his mother put it. In reality, he asked her and his father about the Estates they had a relationship with, either positive or negative, to see which places they never paid attention to.
Along with that, he got the opportunity to meet the oldest prince of the Limgar Estate and ask him about what happened with his brother. As expected, he was told about how terribly viewed the younger brother was now. This made the blonde more hesitant about his plan, but not enough to stop him. What he mostly learned from this story was one thing : do NOT get caught.
Finally, he had put in the steps forcing him to leave tonight. He bought bus and train tickets to reach another Estate, along with clothes using an anonymous name. He made sure the shop was near the last train station so that he could change the moment he got to the Estate. He also got himself a much less fancy pair of glasses that he was already wearing. As for the money, he took as much from his account as he could carry, hoping to set a new one to remove any possible suspicion.
Everything was ready. He just needed to go.
And yet…
He started pacing and biting his nails, full of doubt. Should he really do this ? Could he really do this ? This had to be the biggest decision of his entire life ! Was it truly what he wished ? It wasn’t like he had it bad here. He had all the possessions he wanted ! And his parents were good people who wanted what was best for the Estate and for him.
But at the same time, he didn’t feel fulfilled here. He always felt like none of his actions mattered, like nobody would ever care about who he was as a person. The court only wanted to see a perfect royal figure out of him. They never cared about who he was on the inside, about what he liked, what he did and didn’t enjoy.
As for his parents…His father was always working and only talked to him if it had anything to do with the Estate or his profession. Or it would be to reprimand him for not being good enough. And while his mother spent more time caring for him, most of the time, it felt like she was mostly worried due to his accident-prone tendencies.
Being accident-prone…another reason not to leave. As long as he stayed here, he could be safe. But was all that safety really worth staying locked up ? And why wouldn’t he be able to survive on his own ? He lived for twenty-six years for goodness’ sake ! Besides, it wasn’t like anything truly bad ever happened to him. Tripping into bushes or having a vase almost fall on him weren’t going to kill him !
Balthazar looked at his balcony and took a deep breath. His decision was made. It was probably crazy and incredibly stupid, but he was not going to back down now.
He closed his bag and went to leave his room. But as his hand was about to touch the automatic panel, his thoughts went back on his parents. Guilt started to settle in. They were kind and fair people who truly loved him. They didn’t deserve to be left in the dark. The soon-to-be-ex prince went to a drawer and took out pen and paper.
Dear Mother, dear Father.
I’m sorry.
Throughout my entire life, you raised me for one purpose : to be the future ruler of the Cavendish Estate, to make our province rich and prosperous.
But ever since my childhood, I showed reticence over my duties. I always wished for a different life.
I found a
Several years ago, I discovered a hole in the garden’s walls. I used it ever since every time I had enough free-time. I learned a lot about the outside world and all the kind of people that live out there. And I wish to join them.
Tonight. This is what I have decided to do. By the time you find this letter, I will be far away.
Please do not try to find me. I have no desire to remain a prince. I do not deserve to be called a prince.
I hope you will be able to forgive me for this. Believe me when I say I have no desire to hurt you. I love both of you dearly and I always will.
May you be able to move forwards and keep the Estate in its current glory.
My deepest love,
Balthazar Tiberius Cavendish, former heir of the Cavendish Estate
He read the letter several times. After all, this was the very last time he would ever interact with his parents. He could already picture their reaction after finding the letter, their desire to call every Estate they can think of to try finding him. His father would be furious. His mother would be devastated.
…He hoped that one day, they would understand.
…
With a heavy heart, he put the letter on the nightstand. He then took out his crown to put with it.
“Goodbye.”, he whispered, eyes on the crown. He then looked at the time, making sure a permutation was near, and left the room.
Balthazar navigated from bush to bush, avoiding any places where guards were present. Lucky for him, he studied their routines long enough to know where to go and, soon enough, he found himself in front of the plants hiding the crack in the wall. He crossed the plants, found his cloak, put it on and stood in front of the crack.
Sometimes, he wondered how nobody found out about it besides him. He assumed it was a lack of foresight from the gardeners and guards. As for his parents never realizing he was gone, their lack of investment in anything but his royal duties seemed like the most logical explanation.
As he looked at the forest on the other side of the wall, he found himself hesitating again. But he had to remain brave. There was no going back now.
He took a deep breath, and crossed the familiar crack for the very last time.
Despite having crossed it a hundred times, the feelings he felt that time were like no other. There was a new sense of excitement, making him feel lighter than the breeze. For the first time in his entire life, he felt in peace. That was when he knew he had made the right decision.
Once he reached the other side, he opened his eyes and let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He started smiling, then laughing, feeling immense joy course through him. He did it ! He was free !
“Is anybody here ?”
Balthazar immediately covered his mouth and put himself against the wall, cursing himself mentally. Blast ! Of course he was still very far from being out of trouble !
“Albert ? was that you ?”
“Did you call for me ?”
“I believe I heard something near the wall.”
“It’s probably the wind. I just came from here and there’s nobody on sight.”
“Are you sure ? Just because nobody in years tried to invade doesn’t mean it can’t happen. You know some folks started to oppose the court. We wouldn’t be out there if it wasn’t the case.”
“You’re right. Let’s call for team West to investigate closer to the mansion. We’ll take the walls.”
“Alright. Let’s get to the communicator.”
Balthazar waited until he couldn’t hear their footsteps and bolted away, taking the path he knew to be cameras-free. Now it was time for phase two.
The next few hours were extremely tense for Balthazar. His future wasn’t truly into his own hands yet. It would only take one person going into his room before morning to ruin his entire plan.
He took the bus to the closest station, then the train, ignoring all the odd looks people were giving him. It sure was hard for a hooded figure to stay discreet during the night. Lucky for him, the vehicles were driven by robots, so nobody forced him to show his face.
He spent the travel in train looking out the window. Upon reaching the border and seeing the “Now leaving the Cavendish Estate” sign, he felt an odd sense of sadness, almost like nostalgia.
And yet, he was smiling.
It was almost dawn when he reached the Stanmar Estate. It was one of the five Estates unknown or ignored by most, due to their difficulty to rise back after the Fallout. Nobody would look for him here.
After getting off the train, he hurried to the clothes shop. Luckily, they had an automatic system to give out orders anytime. All that was needed was money and a password. Balthazar was glad he didn’t have to talk to anyone. How do you explain a man with thousand in cash but not even owning a phone ? And let’s not forget his dialect. He would have to learn to speak in more familiar terms if he didn’t want to bring unwanted attention to himself.
Balthazar went to an alley, changed clothes, and disposed of his royal outfit with fire. As he watched the clothes burn, the same feelings from before resurfaced, this time mixed with excitement. He truly was free now.
He wondered what to do with the cloak and ultimately decided to burn it as well. It was part of the past. He didn’t need to hide his face anymore.
His new clothes were much more comfortable than he expected. After wearing a tight outfit for years, it felt like a nice change of pace. Pleased with himself, he left the alley.
The first ray of sunshine started to show as the blonde walked with confidence in the town, his plans in mind. He would have to find an apartment and get a job. Maybe he should work into a law firm since he had the experience. He also needed to buy a lot of essentials he had been forced to leave behind, like a phone or a computer and of course a lot of bathroom products. Finally, he needed a bank account, and to get his driver license.
But most importantly, he needed to sign up to the closest school of time-travel. He would start as quickly as possible. Besides, the sooner he was an agent, the better. While he knew people wouldn’t recognize him here, as common folks never learned the names of far Estates, let alone the appearance of their rulers, having a lawyer bearing his name could definitely be suspicious. If he was a time-agent, it could take longer to make a connection.
Balthazar took a deep breath and smiled happily. It was a new day, the start of an entirely new chapter of his life. No longer would he feel like a pawn, getting shaped the way other people wanted. Now he was going to be his own man ! A savior, like Mr. Elmont ! Like the great Professor Time ! People would remember the name Balthazar Tiberius Cavendish as the one of a hero ! For all the missions he accomplished by himself ! He would become a top agent! A savior of the world !
Balthazar jumped in excitement. He couldn’t wait to get started !
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Note : Well, here’s the first part ! Thanks for reading ! I hope I didn’t go too OOC with Cavendish here, but in my defense, it is a younger version of him who doesn’t know much about the real world, so he’s a bit idealistic (and he got one hell of a reality check after leaving). I also hope that I didn’t hammer his point of view with the whole “wishing to do something of his life” side. Also, yes, he’s gay in this story (rip Hildegard). And yes, he’s a twink with a few kinks. There ! I said it and I assume it ! (I’m actually very ashamed of that part with Cav talking about his ideal man. But at least I see him grow more or less out of this view of toxic masculinity as what a perfect man should look like. And by that I mean that it would still be his type of guy, but he’d learn to get attached to men even if they didn’t fit this type).
And is Cavendish autistic in this ? Honestly I’m not sure. Thing is, I’m writing Cav with the habits he has in the show (though I yet have to make him say “huzza !” in one of my fics), and those habits can be read as autistic. Same for his interest towards time-travel and Professor Time that in this chapter can be read as a special interest. But at the same time, him being so interested by the travel and the outside world is mostly due to how dull and boring his life is, so he gets excited by the things he doesn’t know.
So overall, I guess it can be read as both autistic and not; but I’m not writing him with the intention to insist about him being autistic, the same way I won’t do research on autistic behavior in opposition to how I started looking up info about children with ADHD for the next chapter.
And a word about this chapter : I know that there are a few plot conveniences there and there, especially at the end with the escape, but I tried to make them as cohesive with the story as possible or make them related to future technology, so I hope it doesn’t take people out of the story. Though I guess the inaccuracies with how royalty works is what is the most likely to take people out of the story.
As for Cav’s parents, I hope I was descriptive enough. But if you want more info about their appearance, don’t hesitate to ask ! Just don’t expect a drawing since I can’t draw to save my life 😅. And for their names, after looking up British names I decided to settle with Victoria and William but maybe it could change ? I mean I’m pretty sure William has something to do with the current royal family but I don’t know shit about the British royal family. I didn’t really look anything up about them since this chapter has more of a made-up royalty.
Thanks again for reading and stay tuned for chapter two, in which, after learning about the prince, we’re now jumping into the life of the pauper !
#Milo Murphy's Law#mml#Balthazar Cavendish#my fanfics#As Time Passes#Cav be like :#'aren't you tired of being nice ?#don't you want to go apeshit ?'#hope this chapter is good !#it sure was longer than expected#and yet it still feels like it goes too fast#oh well#now time to wonder how long chapter two will be#As Time Passes Prologue
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Among Us: CR3WM8TS
Updates Required (part 1)
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With the ship launched and crew settled, it’s time to get to work. Which, for Bunbun, means updating. How smoothly that goes depends on the crewmates in charge... Bunbun’s hoping she’s in good company.
Featuring appearances by River and Lemon!
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Ok so originally I wanted to keep all this together, but decided it’d be better to chop it into pieces. That way I can keep my momentum, keep posting for y’all, and still intro y’all to the crew as things get moving! Hope u guys enjoy!!!
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Mission Log 2
Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120
Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS
Crewmate Count: 9
Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK
Location: SECTOR E
Ship Status: JUST LAUNCHED
Course: PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G
Systems:
Navigation: COURSE INLAID / STABLE
Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK FULL / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK FULL / OUTPUT ALIGNED
Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL
O2: STABLE
Electrical: STABLE
Communications: ONLINE
Shields: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL
Weapons: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL
Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL
Administration: MAP ONLINE / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UP TO DATE / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR
Medbay: EQUIPMENT ONLINE / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE
Supplies: FULL
Storage Chutes: CLEAR
Vents: CLEAR
Notes: crewmate PINK settled quickly. Launch was successful, no issues of note. Supplies loaded, all systems functioning optimally. PINK noted many systems need updated - updates will be performed in transit. All crew accounted for
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Mission Log 3
Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120
Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS
Crewmate Count: 9
Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK
Location: SECTOR F
Ship Status: IN TRANSIT
Course: PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G
Systems:
Navigation: COURSE INLAID / STABLE / UPDATES NEEDED
Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.98 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.97 / ALIGNMENT UPDATES NEEDED
Reactor: OFFLINE - UPDATES NEEDED / RESERVE POWER FUNCTIONAL
O2: STABLE
Electrical: CALIBRATOR OFFLINE
Communications: ONLINE / UPDATES NEEDED
Shields: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL
Weapons: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL
Security: CAMERAS OFFLINE - UPDATES NEEDED
Administration: MAP OFFLINE - UPDATES NEEDED / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UP TO DATE / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR
Medbay: EQUIPMENT OFFLINE - UPDATES NEEDED / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE
Supplies: FULL
Storage Chutes: CLEAR
Vents: CLEAR
Notes: travel into sector F uneventful. Many systems functioning on reserve power temporarily, as updates are needed. PINK identified systems in need of updates. Updates will be performed today under DARK BLUE supervision. Other crew performing normal activities.
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Bunbun stood in the hall next to security, foot tapping nervously. If her hands weren’t clutched tight around her tablet, they’d be caught up in her hair, or fidgeting with her bandanna. It was just a routine ship update. Yes, most of the systems needed it. Yes, she was being supervised by a stranger. But it was nothing she hadn’t done before. She knew the ship layout. So did her new crewmate. It was just… extra precautionary measures.
Nobody quite knew who they were dealing with nowadays.
It didn’t seem like the door to security was about to spring open. It had been closed for all ten minutes she’d stood there. Captain Groud said it was nothing to worry about. Dark blue- or River, as the crew called him- often shut himself into security. At least, he seemed to do it a lot. If the doors are faulty, we’ll know soon enough, Bunbun thought ruefully.
She tapped on her tablet screen, sighing softly at its comforting glow. Her task list was still updating. She watched the number in the upper left tick slowly upward. Yeah. She’d be busy alright. A quick glance at the map confirmed what she already knew- the ship had a standard SKELD layout. A little pink icon stood right outside security. Crew Locator and Tablet Sync are working just fine, she thought. Good. Swiping to the right, the live feed of ship’s systems now lit up her screen. The amount of “OFFLINE” and “UPDATES NEEDED” made her snort.
“HQ really doesn’t take care of their older ships, huh?” she muttered. Scrolling down, her eyes swiftly located the vent status. “CLEAR,” declared the system. “Clear,” Bunbun echoed, sighing. For now, at least, she could quell any suspicions of River.
Speaking of which, the telltale clunk and hiss of an opening door announced his presence. Bunbun straightened up quickly, standing to attention as the door split and slid into the wall. A crewmate in a dark blue suit stood in the doorway. A faded blue security cap was jammed down low over his unkempt ashy blonde hair. His green eyes were ringed with a raccoon’s mask. All in all, he looked like a standard security crewmate. Though his bored look and slouched posture said he might be a little put out by his recent assignment. Bunbun tried for a smile and wave. She opened her mouth to speak, voice a little shaky.
“Um, hi, I’m-”
“Bunbun, right? The new crewmate?” River interjected, a brow raised. “Yeah. Guessed as much. Haven’t had a pink around here for awhile.”
“Er- right,” Bunbun stammered, a little taken aback. Interrupting? And… ‘a pink’? Someone was a little annoyed. “I’m… I’m here for the-”
“Yeah, the updates, I know,” River said bluntly. Bun’s face reddened a bit. Was she overexplaining? Or was he just in a bad mood? She wasn’t quite sure. Yawning, River made a shooing motion. “Let’s get this over with, ok? I’ve got cams to watch, and I can’t do that if they’re all offline.”
“Of-of course, sir. I’ll get on it,” she twittered. She quickly scooted around him, eyes downcast. Talk about a tough crowd, she thought grimly.
She took quick stock of the room as she entered. The monitors on the far wall were all dark. The desk along the back had piles of unorganized papers. Records that needed to go to HQ, she’d guess. The vent lay dusty and undisturbed in the back. With the maintenance panel closed and no other ideas, she wandered over to the flashing bulbs near the monitors. The bulbs were blinking red intermittently. Though, from what she saw, she was surprised anything was happening at all. The lights were indicators on an old, massive computer system, split between two shelves. Bunbun hadn’t seen a system like this since her academy trip to the ship tech museum. She gave a low whistle as she hooked up her tablet. Wait till everyone learns I worked with one of the old old models…
“You really think you can update that thing?” River called from the doorway. He was leaned against it, arms crossed and gaze impatient. “Or anything here, really. This bucket of junk has been outta the loop for years. It’d probably short circuit with new input.”
Bunbun looked back at him a little indignantly. She could understand being irritated with new crew members. It happens. New recruits often get things backwards, or bite off more than she could chew. But she wasn’t new. Her recommendation was high enough to have her bouncing all over. And doubting her skill? The one thing they brought her here for? That was going too far. Standing a little straighter, she held her tablet like a manager with a clipboard.
“Even if things go a little haywire, this ship hasn’t dealt with me yet,” she replied. “I’ll get it running.”
“Is that so?” River snorted.
“I could make ship software run on a half dead toaster.”
“Yeah yeah. I bet you could.”
Bunbun didn’t miss his eye roll. She just shook her head. Fine. If he wanted to be difficult, he could. But she was going to do her job whether River thought it possible or not.
Raising her tablet, she tilted her head at the screen. She’d never been so relieved to keep the same tablet regardless of assignment. Working with a new one after being used to her personal upgrades would be a nightmare. The data whizzed past at an astonishing speed. Her gaze picked out the important stuff. The camera system was still functioning well, it just had a couple minor bugs. That was an easy fix.
First off, the camera movement program had become a little glitchy. Old camera feed confirmed this- the cameras just jerked around sharply instead of sliding smoothly in circles. It only took a moment to find the problem code, pulling and replacing it with a patch she’d worked out years ago. Just for the fun of it, she slid in an extra bit of code. Just to keep the camera movement unexpected. Made the feed edges much harder to track from the outside, even if the cameras weren’t physically going anywhere. After that, she did a little survey of the feed record system. A few more patches here and there, and it was running properly again.
Bunbun smiled to herself as she closed out the security system, booting up the cameras on her way out. The monitors flickered back to life as she unplugged her tablet.
And it had only been eight minutes.
Bunbun looked over at River just in time to see him wiping an impressed look off his face. Her smug smile just earned another eye roll.
“Ok. Maybe you know what you’re doing. But we got a lot more to get to,” he grumbled, “so you better be just as quick.”
“Repair can’t be rushed,” Bunbun pointed out, “but I’ll do what I can.”
“Good.”
With that, River turned on his heel and left. Bunbun had to run to catch up with him. Despite supposedly sitting around in security all day, the guy moved fast. What was he in a hurry for?
“You coming?” he called, standing in the middle of the reactor room.
“Yes- yes, sorry-” she stammered, slowing to a stop in the doorway.
The reactor towered over her in the back of the room. Glowing pulses slid from the main machine to cables inlaid in the floor. The whole place was awe inspiring.
And very scary.
Things could go very wrong very fast if she wasn’t careful.
“Well…?” River prompted, gesturing around him. “You gonna do your thing?”
“Of… of course,” Bun replied, nervously striding over to the control panel. “It’s just been awhile since I’ve worked with the reactor.” That’s usually left to the experts.
“Well, let’s hope you know what you’re doing,” River grumbled.
As he wandered away to lean on the wall, Bunbun nervously eyed the control panel. The startup mechanism was just as she remembered it. An older model, sure, but the light up cube pattern and well worn keypad looked about the same. Glad I’ve got that going for me, she thought ruefully. As for updating the thing, though, she… didn’t have a clue. Looking around for a place to plug in her tablet was unsuccessful. It didn’t look like it had a touch interface either. Not besides the keypad, anyway. She didn’t want to try wrangling code with that. The only other options she had were with the manifolds- not wise, as fiddling with those could cause a meltdown- or with one of the hand scanners. Her memory told her those wouldn’t do. They were for biological input, not technical. Bunbun bit her lip, looking back down at the control panel. What to do, what to do…?
“Ay, what’s the holdup?” River called, making her jump. His shadowed eyes were narrowed, and his arms held tight across his chest. She stammered for a minute as she tried to compose herself.
“I- I’m sorry, I’m, u-um, not used to working with reactor equipment- I- I can’t f-find where to, u-um, plug in my t-tablet-”
“For the love of- ghhhhhhhhhh-” River strode quickly to her side. Gesturing to the control panel, he gave her a withering look. “You got my cams working in two seconds. What’s so hard about this? You just take the tablet, get it hooked up-”
“B-but if I don’t find the r-right place-”
“You try again, and you get to work-”
“B-but the reactor is delicate-”
“So be careful then!”
Bunbun was cowering behind her tablet by now. She didn’t know what to do, River was not helping, and she wished she could just get out of-
“HEY! What’s the big idea?!” A voice shouted from the door.
It made Bunbun jump, and River freeze. She took the opportunity to take a step back and turn towards the doorway. In it stood a crewmate with a bright yellow suit. His short, shocking red hair was rather unkempt, a pair of repairman’s goggles managing to keep the longer locks on top from his hazel eyes. A couple bandages poked out from under his rectangle glasses and stuck to his cheek, and a pair of black hoop earrings hung from his ears. A pale coating of stubble surrounded his downturned mouth, brows furrowed in a very displeased scowl.
Uh oh.
Bunbun went right back to cowering behind her tablet as the man strode over. One angry crewmate was enough to deal with, but two? No thank you. Fortunately, he walked right past her to stand toe-to-toe with River. Jabbing a finger into his chest, the newcomer spoke again.
“What EXACTLY do you think you’re doing, wandering in and putting bad vibes in MY reactor room?!” he growled. River took a step back, looking quite put out.
“Geez- dude, calm down, I’m just watching the new crewmate,” River grumbled, hands up. “I wasn’t even gonna be in here long. What’s the problem?”
“You, obviously,” the newcomer huffed, “you should know better than to rush the artists. Speaking of which-” Turning to Bunbun, a soft grin replaced his broody scowl. “Hello there, stardust! Glad to have you aboard! What’s your name?” he bubbled, holding out a hand. Bunbun blinked in surprise. Artists? This guy was… certainly interesting. But it was a good kind of interesting. The kind she knew pretty well. She let her shoulders relax just a bit. Taking his hand, she gave it a gentle shake.
“Hello,” she said softly, “I’m, um, Bunbun…”
“Bunbun! That’s a fine n’ dandy name. I like it!” he grinned. “I’m Lemon, in case orientation memories are hazy. Glad to finally be workin with ya!”
“Y-you too,” she smiled shakily. A glance at River said he was subdued for now. Summoning her courage, Bunbun turned her attention back to Lemon. Time to see if the interests really matched. “Um, so, I take it you’re the reactor caretaker?”
“Thaaaat’s me!” Lemon drawled chipperly. “Well, me and my son, but you’ll meet him later.” He waved a hand as if brushing the thought away. “But that’s- eheh- for later. I take it you need somethin’ from me?” Bunbun nodded shyly.
“I’ve got a couple updates for the reactor,” she explained, “nothing drastic, don’t worry- just to keep it running up to HQ standards.”
“Understandable,” Lemon nodded. “And uh- lemme guess-” he gestured to the control panel- “you can’t find the interaction interface?” Bunbun nodded again, relieved she didn’t have to explain.
“If it’s not too much trouble, could you…?”
“Of course, Miss Bun! Don’t you worry your fluffy lil head!” Lemon hummed. Gently nudging her to the side, he stood before the control panel. Bunbun watched in silence as he tapped out a complex code with surprising speed. With a beep and a click, the panel slid to the side, revealing…
“Hey! That’s the update interface!” Bunbun beamed.
“Correct! ‘S a lil hidden here, but it’s all for safety’s sake,” Lemon explained. He took a step back, waving her towards it. “Reactor’s all yours. Just treat my baby like you treat your tablet, m’kay?”
“Makes sense. And of course! I’ll have her running smoothly in just a few,” Bunbun smiled knowingly. Seems her intuition had been right. She settled in front of the control panel happily.
Within a handful of minutes, the updates were once again finished. She stepped back to let Lemon close up the reactor, thanking him silently with her eyes. From his tiny nod and gentle glance, he’d caught onto her gratitude.
“You done in there?” River huffed from the doorway. Bunbun’s shoulders slumped a bit. She’d nearly forgotten he was there.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your leg stuck in a wormhole,” Lemon shot back. Giving Bun a pat on the shoulder, he led her over to River. “You two should head to upper engine next. My son was headed up there to do some alignments, last I heard.”
“Ok! Thanks, Lemon,” Bunbun said shyly. He held up his hand- er- fist, smiling at her. It took her a moment to realize what he wanted. With a soft ‘oh!’ she bumped her fist against his. He laughed again, giving her a pat on the back.
“Of course, Bun!” he beamed. “You’re welcome here anytime.”
“Let’s get going,” River grumbled, turning back to the hall.
As Bunbun trailed after him, she could hear Lemon’s call of “don’t be a stranger!”
I most certainly won’t, she thought happily.
#cr3wm8ts#au:c#among us oc#bunbun among us#river among us#lemon among us#among us#yea ok its like. 11:30pm as i post this slkjdfs#many thoughts head full but too tired to actually say them *dabs*#pls enjoy#i care them all#except river he sucks#arty writes
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