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starlight-strider · 6 months
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“Lost Ones”
Disclaimer-
You should probably be familiar with the characters and stories that this involves, otherwise it won’t make much sense! This is a completely crazy idea of an interaction between two characters that couldn’t possibly meet, and one of them has never made a real appearance in their game, and the other is a fan character from an AU! This is absolutely not supposed to be canon in either direction, but I noticed the similarities between them, and decided to write something!
You should also probably know the story of Deltarune and some of the deeper lore, specifically about December Holiday! You should also know the Kirby AU ‘Apologies’ by @desultory-novice and (one of) its main character(s), Noir!
Also, this is not how I normally write! This is written like it’s happening in real time, and I usually write everything like it’s happened in the past, as most writers do. This is supposed to be more like the script for a comic, hence why some things are described in detail.
Anyway, enjoy the story!
A gentle breeze rustles the black, empty landscape from somewhere. Over a slow moving white river, two teenaged figures sit on the edge of black plain nothingness, looking down at it. One is a human, dressed plainly, his dark long shirt and long pants and black hair blending in to the land around him, and his long, fluttering orange and yellow scarf is the only thing defining him. His purple eyes are fixed on the moving water. To his left, a monster sits. She looks like a reindeer, with one of her dark brown antlers snapped off halfway on the right. A red baseball cap sits on her long black hair, and her grayish brown fur waves slightly in the breeze. She wears a white tank top with a green hoodie tied around her waist, and red shorts. Her black hooves are almost indistinguishable from the black cliff side over the river. Her green eyes wander over the landscape. Her long red and white striped scarf waves in the soft breeze. Beside her, an orange guitar sits, the strings clearly untuned. Behind both of them, crossed over, are a cracked wooden baseball bat, and a corroded golden sword.
She turns to the boy beside her, grabbing a nearly unnoticeable stone off of the dark ground, and tosses it into the river.
“Do you think anyone is still looking for you?” she asks. The boy laughs drily, and picks up a stone of his own, turning it over in his hands before tossing it in. It skips once, and sinks beneath the white waters.
“I hope not,” he replies. “It’s not like they’ll even find me. I’m gone.” The girl looks upset with him, and tugs on her hat.
“You’re not wholly gone,” she tells him. “If you’re here, you’re still somewhere. It’s not like you’ve died.” The boy sighs.
“But I did. I died twice,” he says, dejected. She shakes her head, looking at him thoughtfully.
“The first time. Think about it,” she urges. “Did you really? What really happened? How could you be here if you died? I didn’t. I just went missing. I’m just lost. And so are you.” The boy thinks on this. Everything goes quiet for a moment, until he speaks again.
“I guess you’re right,” he says. “I guess I’m just lost.” She nods, but he hesitates. “Still, nobody can find me.”
“Someone will. Someone’s looking,” she says. He shakes his head.
“There’s only one person who could,” he replies. “And I doubt she is.” The girl looks at him, her expression determined, and he recoils slightly.
“If she’s anything like mine, she won’t stop,” she tells him, her voice full of determination. “She’s going to find you.” He taps the ground, and looks back. The corroded sword gleams dangerously, even without light shining on it.
“And bring me back how?” he asks, sorrowful. He narrows her eyes at him.
“Hopes,” she says. “Dreams. Wishes.” He laughs, but falters. He looks back at the river, his expression distant and detached.
“Wishes…” he mutters to himself. “There was… a letter. Suggesting that anyone could… I could… wish for something. Using… some strange artifact. But that’s nonsense. Nothing like that could be real. The ability to grant any wish? That’s absurd.” She strums the strings on her guitar, and he looks over at her. She’s staring down the guitar, and quickly looks over at him.
“It might sound crazy,” she says, “but there could be something out there that could bring you back. Someone could reach through life and death and find the in between where all the lost ones go.” He taps his hands together.
“Is that where we are?” he asks. “What we are?” She nods.
“We’re somewhere in between,” she confirms. “And we’re certainly both lost.” He looks down at the river. It slows even more, revealing black water beneath the white froth. He sees his reflection, grayed and hollow, and shivers, despite the warm air.
“How long have you been here?” he asks. She shrugs, and looks over into the water herself. She appears gray as well, but doesn’t flinch at it, instead picking up a rock and dropping it, disrupting the reflections, and causing them to appear normal in the waves.
“I don’t even know how long at this point,” she admits. “Long enough that the town has stopped searching. That my mom has stopped searching.” She looks over at his reflection. “But I know that my sister hasn’t. I’m sure yours hasn’t either.” He rolls his eyes, and she glares at him.
“She’s got people who care for her now,” he says. “She doesn’t even need me.” The girl sighs, shaking her head.
“Trust me, she does,” she tells him. “You’re her older brother. You two are closer than she’ll ever be with anyone else. Especially considering some of the things you’ve told me.” He clenches his fists, tears welling up in his eyes.
“She got her wish already!” he yells. “I saw it, okay?! She has a new family, she’s happy, she doesn’t even need me!” He stands up and moves down the ledge of darkness, sitting down a good distance away from her. She sighs, and picks up her guitar. She looks down into the water again, and takes a deep breath. She begins to play her guitar.
She plays a song she only heard seeping through the darkness. She doesn’t know where it came from, but the melody was simple, and lyrics were powerful. She smiles faintly, despite everything, and strums the song. She quietly starts singing along to the melody, the faint wind carrying her voice across the void.
“When the light is running low, and the shadows start to grow, and the places that you know, seem like fantasy… There’s a light inside your soul, that’s still shining in the cold, with the truth, the promise in our hearts… Don’t forget, I’m with you in the dark.”
He looks up, wiping tears from his eyes. He’s shaking, and looks over at her. She’s smiling as she sets the guitar down, and he looks away, into the endless void.
“With you in the dark,” he says to himself. He looks at the darkness around him, only highlighted by white. He closes his eyes, and gasps, looking at her. She’s looking down the river, skipping stones into it.
“Cold,” he mumbles. “Light still shining in the cold… shadows… in the dark…” He shakes, and stands up, leaning over the edge of the small cliff and stares down into the water. His gray reflection stares back with empty eyes. He glares down at it, and turns away. He looks to the broken weapons. They shine with a menacing aura against the darkness. The sword, melted and covered with holes, faintly pulses with a sickly golden light. He marches up to it, and reaches for it. The blacked areas around the holes seem to swirl, and he brings his hand back, before reaching again.
She looks over her shoulder, her eyes widening. She jumps up and grabs him by the wrist, pulling his hand away and standing him upright.
“What are you doing?!” she screams, her voice concerned. He backs away slightly, his eyes wide with shock. He looks around, and then down at his hand.
“I was… I was…” he trails off. He shakes his head. “What… was I doing?” She shakes her head, and pulls him away.
“I don’t know, but it wasn’t good,” she says. “Touching those… seems like a bad idea.” He looks at her, and down at the cracked bat. It glows with a barely visible silver light.
“Have you ever tried?” he asks, his tone genuine and curious. She looks disappointed, and stares down at the bat.
“Once,” she says quietly. “I picked it up. I thought if I could find a way to break through the dark, I’d be back home. When I touched it, I… remembered the feeling of being grabbed away. Falling into the shadows. Being taken by that presence, everything getting dark, darker, yet darker…” She looks away. “I know it would be much worse if you picked that up. And I bet it’s for the same reason. Cut your way out of the dark.” He looks upset, and tears roll down his face.
“I don’t… want to… remember any of that,” he admits. “It was awful enough once.” They stand in silence, the breeze fading out. They stare at the broken weapons.
“Let’s get going,” she says. He stares into the sword. On the gold, through the empty space, he sees the reflection of a terrible monster, and looks down at himself. He nods, his movements small and reserved.
The two walk away from the river and the damaged weapons, back into the darkness where they had come from. They seem to walk into the shadows endlessly, the dark stretching on and on, like it never ends.
Distantly, voices are heard as they disappear through the darkness. The voices seem to come from the bottom of the river, as if reflected from another world.
“I know she’s alive,” one says, full of passion.
“He’s out there,” another says, full of hope.
“I’ll find you,” they say in unison, determined.
Alright, there we go! Wrote something. Now, here’s some explanation stuff…
I was thinking about how similar Adeleine and Noelle were, when I realized they both have technically non-existent older siblings. Then I started thinking about those two, and came up with a whole spiraling idea, which is this!
Also, December’s nickname is Dess, which is very funny in this context. Also another funny naming thing is that my headcanon last name for Adeleine is “LeFontaine”, which translates to “The Fountain”. So that means Noir would technically be “The Dark Fountain”, so… guess Kris is sealing him away
“What’s that about the wishes?” During the Shiver Star Siblings takeover weekend, I asked what each of them would wish for if they had one single wish! Adeleine’s was to have a real summer again, which, in another ask, she was revealed to have gotten with the beach cutscene in Kirby 64. December doesn’t know that though, so her suggestion was completely harmless in intent
“Why is your design for December gray?” Reindeer are more commonly gray than they are brown, and I want her to stand out from most other designs
Anyway yeah uh I hope you enjoyed reading this crazy thing
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squidsmeister · 10 months
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dungeon meshi is my favorite road-trip comedy film
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wyntonyang · 7 months
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guardian-of-soho · 8 months
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The more I think about the last minutes the more I’m sure Crowley was saying goodbye from the minute Aziraphale told him he’d said yes to Heaven. He doesn’t confess his love like he’s hopeful, he confesses it like a eulogy. He doesn’t kiss him to make a beginning, he kisses him to seal the end. He watches him go like it’s the last time.
Crowley knows Heaven. He knows they’ll want to either make Aziraphale just like them, or destroy him. Either way I think he believes he’s seen his angel for the last time.
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fumifooms · 2 months
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Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…
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atomikats · 26 days
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hey what’s that! *redraws your post-ts skypiea crew into the skypiea art style while you’re not looking*
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apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB
apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally
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ghoulbats · 2 months
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well….it finally happened
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theswedishpajas · 1 year
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Just take it from me.
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comradekatara · 5 months
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2 kinds of grad students (both massive nerds)
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kennahjune · 4 months
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ALRIGHT BUT
I’ve been having flustered Steve thoughts.
The Party has NEVER seen Steve flustered. Steve’s always the one flirting and no one ever flirts back anymore so Steve’s never actually flustered.
But then Eddie Munson comes slithering along and he flirts with everyone just cause he can but nobody’s flustered by his attempts because he’s not trying to actually fluster them.
But for some reason he really flusters Steve.
Eddie uses this to his advantage and actually puts forth effort when he flirts with Steve.
Steve is flustered, bashful, embarrassed. He’s twirling his hair and giggling and he does this thing where he taps his fingernails on his front teeth when he gets distracted.
The Party was NEVER seen Steve like this.
Not even Nancy when they were dating.
Steve has described what he was like when he was flustered to them, calling himself stupid and saying he acted like an idiot to try and get them to just lay off.
All anyone sees is an absolute sweetheart.
Steve blushes really bright, starting with his ears and it just travels down from there. And also he’s really bad at hiding his smiles and he smiles so BIG when Eddie flirts with him. Like you can see every tooth and his eyes crinkle so much they basically close and his nose scrunches up.
And Eddie fucking THRIVES in it.
Because NO ONE else gets Steve like that.
Eddie’s witnessed Steve flirting with the girls of Hawkins. Has seen them all flirt back with varying degrees of bluntness.
None of them have gotten Steve nearly half as flustered as Eddie has.
UNTIL.
Eddie has Steve come over to the trailer to hang out. Steve by some turn of events ends up cooking and making grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Wayne comes home right as Steve is playing everything and Steve is DISTRAUGHT. Like “no Wayne it’s alright, really. I can make you some to it’s ok I like cooking you’re really doing me a favor.”
So Steve makes Wayne a grilled cheese to and refuses to let Eddie eat until they can eat together.
So they’re all sitting and then they start eating. And obviously it was a damn good grilled cheese— Eddie knew Steve could cook but good GOD.
And then Wayne puts his grilled cheese down, looks between Steve and Eddie, and tells Eddie “If you don’t marry ‘im I’m adoptin ‘im.”
And Steve BEAMS.
It’s that same smile he gets when Eddie flirts with him and Eddie is only somewhat livid.
Cause he totally gets the rush of having Wayne compliment you for the first time. He’s just such an honest man.
And it goes from there that the only people who can fluster Steve are Eddie and Wayne (Eddie romantically and Wayne platonic-fatherly).
They both go out of their way to compliment him constantly just to see him smile like that :)))
Aaahhhhh this makes me so happy!!!!
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Begging swifties to understand that Taylor didn’t write reputation and Lover with the knowledge of how the relationship was going to end and that trying to “excavate” those albums for evidence to prove a specific theory as to why it ended is not how they should be viewed. Taylor wrote those songs feeling a very specific way because that’s what she was experiencing and she is now reflecting on them with hindsight and relates to them differently than when she first created them. These conflicting emotions can exist; how she views it now doesn’t diminish how she felt about it when she first released it.
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chickengeak · 29 days
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Kirk always finds Spock, Spock always finds Kirk, it’s cannon that they’ll always be together in every universe.
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mjulmjul · 1 year
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Katya / Goncharov
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tired-biscuit · 5 months
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i’m into men who fuck you so good that they’re fucking STARVING afterwards; men who truly give you their all.
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un-pearable · 7 months
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ngl one of the most useful things i’ve internalized from doing art online is never tell people what to criticize. don’t preemptively apologize for things or point out where you think you fumbled, it’s just priming people to notice minor issues that might not actually matter and hit you where you’re sensitive and throw you off your game. don’t tell people your weak points. if it’s a genuine problem they’ll point it out
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