#oop- he got the zoomies
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Thinking bout Tails on scrapnik island…
The little guy was more excited than a kid on Christmas morning
#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#tails the fox#sonic idw#sth#idw comics#scrapnik island#he be geekin out#oop- he got the zoomies
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Feral! JD au
Info dump time weeeeeeeee
HATES music (Mainly his old Brozone songs)
If he hears the song "Perfect" start playing anywhere he beelines for the speaker and yeets that shit into tomorrow (rip that one kid's b-day party)
Talking is difficult since he hasn't used his voice in years but secretly practices by himself
Gruff voice
Hissing, grumbling, rumbling, scoffing, huffing and growling are his main ways of communicating until he relearns to start talking
Branch and Clay are the main ones to reteach him but Bruce and Floyd also help. Poppy and Viva too
He cannot read, like at all (Clay figured this one out pretty quickly)
Tends to stand and stare alot (at first this kinda creeped all the brothers out but then they all collectively realized it was his way of spending time with them)
Has a sixth-sense of when one of his brothers is having a bad day
Big sharp claws
Floyd once watched JD pick a lock with his claws and doesn't know whether to be impressed or concerned
Runs on all four but can still walk and everything (its just faster for him on all him on all four)
gets the zoomies
Parkor
will bite as a warning
s t r o n k
perching on high objects/things
will smack shit
cat behavor zero table top items are safe
His goggles got shattered because he headbutted one of those spiders from the first movie once to scare it off. He was sad about breaking them but still has them
Fur cape because he may be feral but still has style (caveman royalty fit)
Master at hid and seek, tag or any game that involes moving quickly
Became grey when he relized that Branch (and mostly likely the rest of the family) were all dead or eaten after the events when he returned to the tolls tree
Keeps memorabilia in his hair from each brother
When he first got captured by Velvent and Veneer they were thrilled but then imediatly scared of him so they shoved him in a bottle and put him in the closet cause he was to loud
Veneer had to get a Rabies shot because JD bit him (multiple times)
Veneer "Does this look infected to you???"
Velvect couldn't use him in the sholder pads because he was too loud and they couldn't get him to be quiet so he was left behind
Claustraphobia go brrrrrrrrr
He did not have a good time in the diamond prison
Oh god I didn't realized how long this would be and its not even everthing oop. any gonna do crawl back into my grave byeeeee
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Yandere-sub!Puppy!Leon X Fem!Reader🔪🌶️
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀' 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸. 𝗣𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆!𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗣𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆!𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁…𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲😳😬
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It was another glorious morning, thankfully it was your day off. Your golden-retriever puppy-dog rather to say, but he still hasn't changed since he was a pup, so you would say puppy. "Morning, mommy! Are you working today?" He was definitely the morning type and you weren't. You were hoping if he would still be asleep, but nope rise and shine, reader (seriously, I know ya'll asses be bed rotting, get your ass up). "Urgh, Leon. Soft voice, please." Leon's tail wagging relaxes as he realizes,"Oh sorry! I-I mean, sorry, mommy." Turning onto your back Leon hovers above you with a sweet smile on his face,"What is it, Leon?" You asked as you rub the nasty boogies from your eyes,"I just like looking at you, mommy."
Sure, energetic and loud, but he does make your heart melt. You just pat his head as he closes his eyes feeling loved. Ding! You received a text from none other than,"Oh, it's Chris' owner. I wonder what happened." Leon peaks over to look,"Uh, Leon. Honey, please I can't see. I need to unlock the phone." "Oop-" He just laid his head on your belly facing you as his tail wags. "Sorry, mommy. What did they say?" You read the text and start clacking away to text back,"Seems like Chris will be joining us today to the dog park. His owner is sick and he hasn't taken him out in a while, because of their condition."
Leon perks up,"Chris!? Chris is gonna join? For walkies?? Right now? Really?" He's got the zoomies now. Leon was excitedly moving around the bed, off the bed, spinning, and on the bed again. "Yes, Leon. Mommy is going to get ready and you should too. Come on, off the bed." He obeyed and follows behind you. "Okay, mommy." You were already aware how energetic these two pups are going to be soon when you get to the dog park. 'God, I just wanna stay in and sleep, man.'
Passing the time making it to Chris' place you push the doorbell as the other hand was holding on Leon's leash. His tail was wagging like crazy and his ear perked up to hear for his bestie. That's when you both hear his voice inside the house,"Leon's here! His mommy is here too. Hell yes!!" Leon was practically preparing for the zoomies from little quick actions he's doing. It made you chuckle and the door opens. Their owner was wearing a mask and gloves,"Morning! Sorry, for looking like this I don't want to get you sick, (Y/N)." They nervously chuckled as they put the leash on Chris' collar. "No worries. When do you want him back?" They told you whatever time you usually finish up as long Chris is having fun and is safe with you. The door closes and now you got two big ol' puppies. "Okay...lets just hope none of you drag my ass in the dirt from how strong you both can be."
Making it to the dog park was a good start. But, first you walked around for a good hour. Leon and Chris were walking side by side and sometimes made stops cause of squirrels and ducks at the water. It was funny how they looked when they had such a serious look on their face over some damn squirrels and ducks that you took pictures and videos of Chris and Leon. Both separate and together. It was strangely a chill day since there were times you take Chris with you and you were so sore and tired of your damn mind after their fun time was over
Furthermore, you clip off their leashes and let them run and play around the huge grass field. They were play wrestling and chasing each other as you went to the benches to take a breather. It was pretty empty judging how it was just the three of you, so that was nice. You take your phone out to read their messages on how adorable and funny Chris was acting in the pictures and videos. Going back and forth texting, the distraction was deafening to your surroundings until you hear a loud yelp. You look up and see Chris rubbing his shoulder. "Chris!" Putting your phone in your pocket you run up to him. "You okay, buddy? What happened?" You barely touch his shoulder not wanting to hurt it more or for him to react back at you,"He bit me."
"What?" You were confused and see his face staring at Leon, cowering. "Leon, you did this?" Leon's ears were down and his tail was slumped,"I did not!" "Did too!!" "No, I didn't-" You gave Leon the death stare as he whines,"Leon. Tell me the truth...now." He just looked down with guilt and shame,"....Yes, I bit him." You shake your head and facepalmed,"Why did you fucking bit him, Leon!?" He didn't answer still looking down playing with the grass. Chris whimpers as his tail wags a little. "Is it okay to patch you up, babe?" He nods and you put the collar on both of them. "I'll take you back at my place first okay? I don't have my first aid with me. After that I'll walk you back home, but Leon will stay at home." "But, mommy-" "Leon don't start!" He stayed quiet and the three of you started walking back
After patching Chris well and give him a treat he was happy again. His ears were up and tail moving excitedly,"There you go, sweetheart. Now lets take you home and see if your owner doesn't get mad at me." You give him another treat as he gladly munches it down too. "Mommy, can I go?" You let out a sharp sigh,"Go upstairs." Leon glumly walks upstairs to your bedroom as he hears the door open and close. Leaving him all alone to wait for you to come back. He just closes his eyes to nap, hoping when he wakes up that you forgive him
Some minutes past and hears the keys jingling, door closing, and Leon wakes up. He peaks out the door and sees your home. His tail wags and his lips curl to a smile. "Leon...come downstairs." Your voice was a warning and he knew. He run downstairs and says,"Mommy, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" "Couch." "Mommy?" "Leon, I said couch." He nods his head and heads to the living room. Sitting on the couch he sits there with ears down,"I'm sorry, mommy. Please, don't punish me." His tears start to blur his vision
"Baby boy, I just want to talk about what happened at the dog park. Please, tell me the truth. Why did you bite, Chris?" He sniffles as a tear fell then another,"I was just jealous you were giving him love and I wasn't getting more than he does. I-I'm sorry, mommy. I know he is my best friend, but it's not fair." Okay, well that was easy. He would take a while to spill it, but it seemed like he really pulled a nerve this time and didn't want to make it worse. "Good boy. I talked to Chris' owner and they are very disappointed. They are tempted to not let you both hang out anymore. Thankfully, your bestie intervened and objected their plan...and because I give him yummy treats. So, we both decided to let it go, but for both of you to play separately if I'm taking you both alone. Understand?" He nods and wipes his tears
"I forgive you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to leave this all unpunished." His ears twitches and tilts his head,"W-What?" You stand up and cross your arms,"Get on the couch. You know what." He thought this was over. Leon gets on in a doggy style position,"Head down, Leon." He gulped and puts his head on the armrest of the couch,"Please, mommy..." He begged and his tail tucked between his legs as you pull down his pants and underwear. "Relax. This is just a reminder." He hears you go upstairs going through stuff like looking for something and come back down. "Whatever you do don't look back, okay?" He was about to peak a little,"What do you-" You gave him a spank as he yelps,"I said do not look back. Is that clear?' He nods and nuzzles against the armrest
"Mommy, um are you-ahh~" He felt your finger push inside his hole as you slowly move in and out. Leon arches his back more and his tail wagging,"Mommy, faster. I want more~" But, you pull your finger out and Leon looks behind. He realizes what he had done and you spank him three times. He flinches away,"AHH!!" As much as it hurt it made him moan afterwards cause he is a filthy dog. "I'm not going to tell you, but I will remind you with my hands, Leon."
"But, mommy I like looking at your face. Both when you're smiling and scowling at me for being a dirty-" SPANK "oohh!~" The burning sensation lingers his butt cheek making him grind against the couch. "I know...you're such a nasty boy~" You playfully said as he giggled. The sound of something pop and then some slick wet movement happening. "Mommy? I'm scared. What are you doing?" You didn't answered and he had to look. It was a strap-on and you were right behind him on the couch. "It seems like you're still being a nasty boy, Leon. You keep looking behind when I keep telling you to stop doing that. I guess you deserved to be punished."
His eyes widen as he then felt the toy push inside him all the way. He lets out a gasp and then you let it sit there. It made him shiver and his moans being cut off from trying to hold back from cumming,"Oh mommy, I'll be good I swear. Don't-ahh, oh my go-mommy~" You had a grip on his ass cheeks spreading them as you push out almost from the tip peaking out and fucked it back in hard. Leon was reaching his hand out for you to calm down, but you grab his arm and placed it behind his back,"You're going to like it, bad boy. I know you want this."
He shakes his head,"N-No, mama. No, Leon is good, mmm, Leon g-good. Ugh, s-so good~" His moans, his lewd body reactions, and words say otherwise. That's when you decided to just put your foot on his head and start ramming his hole hard and fast. Leon's moans were loud. So loud and clear, visceral, and so naughty. He couldn't help how good it feels and how cruel you were pegging him. "Fuck, mommy, fuck me. I'm a stupid dog. I'm a bad boy, yes, yes, yes, mommy!! More gimme more. I want mommy's cock to be empty inside me. Please!~" Pretty sure he already came and is going for another. "See what happens when you, ugh, make mommy angry!? You feel that, Leon, yeah?"
"Oohhh, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes mommy. I feel it so fucking, ahh, so hard. Please, I'm a-" You spank his ass a few times cause him to whine and set your foot to lay on top of him with your front. Grinding your hips fast he feels it go deeper as you wrap your arm around his neck like a headlock. You can see part of the side of his face that his tongue was sticking out, drooling a lot, tears streaming down, face twisted with such lust and despair. "Ack, m-mommy choking me. Urgh, c-cumming, c-cum~" You growl forcing your hips faster making your arms grip tighter on his neck as his hands try to unwrap it, but you didn't let him and one last thrust was enough for him to orgasm. He was able to let out a guttural scream,"Good boy, good boy, that's it. I'm not letting go until it's over."
Leon's tears stream down as well as his drool and some snot. His face was turning red and pats your hand. That''s when you let go,"M-Mommy, hah, you broke me. S-So good. I'm a dirty d-dog." You rub his head and kiss his temple,"You did a good job, honey. Like a good boy. Well done. Now don't go biting anyone, okay? Only the bad ones. Is that clear?" He sniffles and nods,"Yes, mommy. I promise~" What a happy mutt he turned out to be after that
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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣
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Sonic Prime Extended Universe HCs - New Yoke
so we know that the Shatterverses aren’t “real,” full universes, just distorted reflections of the Prime that aren’t fully-formed, hence why there’s only like 6 people and two locations. However fucking around is fun fun fun so I’m just gonna do a post for each universe dissecting where the other Sonic Universe characters would be and what they’d be up to. Please for the love of GOD add your own ideas/hcs in the comments I want us all to melt into creativity mush.
NEW YOKE
Team Chaotix are lowkey rebels. They pretend to be model citizens while aiding Rebel and Renegade’s forces from the sidelines. Well, when I say “they,” I mean all of them but Charmy. He is noooot the subtle type so they just hide him inside. This keeps him alive but his zoomies are insane. House has been on fire at least twice.
You guys know Fiona’s backstory in Archie where she was besties with Mighty and Ray and they tried to revolt and it didn’t end well? Yeah I feel like that literally happens 1-1 here; Mighty and Ray think Fiona is dead, she’s digging her way out of isolation. The boys are on the run and NOT having a good time.
The other 1-1 is Whisper’s backstory. oops
Tangle and Jewel are in the Resistance; Tangle’s a fighter obvsly, Jewel works espionage/organization/keeping Tangle from dying.
SatAM Freedom Fighters are literally just doing the same shit. However without Sonic they’re missing their most crucial team member (the Distraction™) so they have to be way more sneaky and careful. then again if there IS a New Yoke!Sonic he could very well be here so maybe they’re all just vibin
StC Freedom Fighters are here too; their resistance is way smaller and they can’t do a lot but they are doing their BEST okay?? Porker and Tekno are making some kickass robots and Shortfuse is a huge win for them. Johnny was their main fighter and uh. well. right before the Sonic Incident™ he kinda got blasted just like in canon. Sorry buddy
Vanilla and Cream are hiding the chao in their basement. Literally, they dug out a basement to function as a makeshift chao garden so that the little guys wouldn’t get killed by the mass roboticization. It’s not going too well because chao need clean water to survive and there’s only so much they can get. They’re not involved with the rebellion though; they’re doing all they can to keep themselves and their chao alive, and without meeting Amy or Sonic they’ve never made contact with the main cast. Perhaps, similar to Advance 2, they make contact when Vanilla gets captured for roboticization and Cream teams up with the rebels to rescue her?
Tikal peekin out of the ME cause she hasn’t seen Knuckles in a while: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
If we assume Robotnik has control of the Continents too, I like to think the Sonic X humans are running the rebellions over there. Chris has built Helen a rocket-powered wheelchair with guns on it and she is a little bit too happy about it
Elise is under a ton of pressure to keep her kingdom alive with the new dictatorship; they’re constantly checking in on her and roboticizing “criminals” in her kingdom and she hates it but if she objects they all die. Not having a good time!!
If Blaze is in this dimension she’s got a bit more freedom than Elise what with her superpowers; I feel like she probably has isolated her kingdom from the rest of the world while desperately trying to defeat oncoming invaders all by herself with her fire powers (+ with Silver maybe?). One day she goes too far and passes out, only to be saved by little Marine who encourages her to keep fighting.
Zeti peekin down at the planet below cause they’ve been seeing a lot of explosions lately: lol nice
actually Zeti would be a HUGe threat if they decided to invade. these bitches control electronics and you know what 90% of the planet is now
Sticks is THRIVING. Girl expected a robo-pocalypse for years and it finally came and now she’s rescued a few stragglers and they have a mini-civilization in her bunker in the woods. She often leads attacks on the robots just to fuck with the Council and also cause she thinks it’s fun.
Babylon Rogues aren’t on the Council’s side but they’re also not really helping the rebellion. They just run around stealing shit like they normally do
Surge and Kit happen after the Sonic Incident™; Starline tries to recreate Sonic’s power and it goes. about as well as you’d expect.
and finally, OUR BOTS:
the Edgy™ Scratch and Grounder concepts from Underground production are Real™
the reason we don’t see Orbot and Cubot here imo is that they’re running factories in farther areas. Not well but they’re doing an adequate enough job they haven’t been scrapped yet
Snively is also running a factory somewhere, but his obsequious nature might get him roboticized just out of annoyance one day.
Breezie is considered their most dangerous robot. She’s a shapeshifter and can disguise herself as a normal mobian in order to get information on the Resistance; they’re constantly terrified that anybody could be Her.
Robotnik JR is here too, also a shifter; he’s made to be a robotic duplicate of the Chaos Council for certain public appearances in case of assassination attempts.
Decoe and Bocoe I don’t see as being here, but I dO see Bokkun as being WAY scarier than funny here. He is a detonation-bot and he’s damn good at his job and he’s a scary lil gremlin guy
Hope lost most of her family and is living under the Chaos Council’s ““care””. She absolutely hates them and is trying to aid the Resistance, but she’s under constant observation and thus can make no actual contact with them. Every now and again she’s been able to delete a file or turn off a camera. There’s no telling how many of them she’s saved with these small acts. They don’t know she exists.
Belle and Sage are not here... yet.
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M6 w/ a skittish MC
Skittish as in jumpy and playful. The definitions also add frisky, but we ain’t doing allat tonight… I added in something calling squeaking to these hcs. What I mean is like a little “eep!”, when someone gets scared.
Asra
Squeaky toy fan #1.
Hugs you tightly in an attempt to hear the squeak. Other than that, doesn’t pay much attention to it.
They’re way more interested in this child-like, playful side of you. Once the shop closes, it’s playtime!! You and Asra play Find the Faust and run around the shop looking for a familiar wriggly tail or head. It’s always full of giggles, especially when Asra jumps out of shadowy corners to spook you for no reason.
Both of you try to keep tame when going into the heavy traffic parts of Vesuvia, but once something gets you guys started, there is no going back. It could be anything from Asra slinking behind you and going invisible to Faust playing peekaboo in the rafters.
Neither of you can EVER get pickpocketed when you’re together. You’re high alert and Asra is like a magic buffer for you. In the shadier areas of your travels, people attempt SO often, you two find it different ways to mess with the thief each time. Examples including: making an army out of eating utensils at an outdoor restaurant, bringing armor stands alive, and making an invisible wall where the thief runs away to.
On nights when you can’t sleep and horsing around doesn’t help, they’ll meet you in your dreams so you both can get rest and you can play to your heart’s content with them.
Your getaways are the best vacations because they’re like dreams. With Asra, it feels like any magic is possible, and they want to explore it all with you.
Julian
You are running around everywhere in the South End. He can’t keep up! Are you on a sugar high?! Why are you so jumpy…?
Alright, a trip to the Rowdy Raven for you!! Let’s get all that energy out with a dance party and a fancy drink !!
Sometimes it’s fun for him, like when you. Other times, he’s very worried for your safety even when you reassure him you can handle yourself. You really just want him to have fun with you, so you played one prank on him, dyeing his one of his coats pink. Then, he played one on you, acting like he was a burglar (before you trapped him in a closet and he unmasked himself). It then escalated into a prank war, because where else would it go? He would never let you get away with a prank!
(He is ticklish GET HIM !!)
Mazelinka’s immediate reaction is “Oh god, there’s two of them”.
Also purposefully startles you just for the “eep!”
Also also makes him want to protect you from things you’re scared of. He’s a bit of a worrywart when it comes to you… Even despite your clearly powerful capabilities, he still worries, but he’s working on it. He just doesn’t want you to get hurt…
Portia
Squeaky toy fan #2.
Also compares you to Pepi. She says you look like a puffy cat when you’re startled.
Occasionally, Pepi will scare YOU just for funzies and it turns into a zoomies race every time. All Portia hears during it is just, “EEK!!”, and “prrrbt!!”
Luckily, her cottage is a huge space to mess around. You’re super excited at first to see all the cool plants and run around the open field, but after a day or two, you realize wow, there’s like nothing else to do here.
Portia’s response? A list of things you could try like journaling, gardening, tie-dying… TIE-DYING?? All of your white clothes are now as colorful as the rainbow. Oops.
You realize the list soon becomes a bucket list, and you intend to check everything off it, and Portia walks in to you’d doing the craziest things like, “MC, why are you doing cat yoga?” Okay, she wrote that one just to humor you, but Pepi seems to be enjoying it…
She starts joining in on some of the hair-brained things she pulled out the depths of her imagination and actually finds some of them lots of fun!! She’d never tried abstract painting before, and she still doesn’t get it, but she’s more interested in how the paint got in her hair.
When you two finally reach the end of the list, a celebration is held, and she asks what sorts of things you plan to do now. So, you ask her what’s the first thing to come out of her mind, and that ends up being the next new adventure for you guys.
Nadia
Sort of surprised at first, but loves your enthusiasm and energy. Melts her heart.
She’s used to a long life of self preservation and refinement. She is unfamiliar with your type of playfulness, so you compare it to like how the kids in the streets run around and play. Hearing this, she tries buying you toys you might like. If those fail, she tries toys she had as a child like ribbon dancing ribbons and puzzle boxes.
If you like dress up, she will get SO excited. She loved playing dress up as a kid too!! It escalates from stuff in her closet to asking if you’d like the palace tailors to take a hand at your design ideas. If you’d like it to go that far, you grow new relationships with the tailors and Nadia is very pleased with everything you design. If word gets around to her sisters, get ready for sudden maximum involvement. Nasmira is excited about the new ideas, Natiqa wants one in her size, Navra is amazed with the colors, and so on.
Catches you doodling on a notepad during a boring event/meeting and just smiles knowingly at you.
Palace? More like PLAYHOUSE !! This is the best place to get lost and run around. Okay maybe not run around… For the sake of the chamberlain’s heart, please. The garden might be more suitable !!
If you are easily startled, the palace servants notice quickly and quietly. Nadia has no need to tell them what to do. She is sure they are aware enough.
If you are away from the palace, however, and something shakes you up, she’ll be on her feet to protect you and reassure you if needed.
Muriel
Unstoppable force (playful MC) versus Immovable object (Muriel).
You tried playing Chase MC!! But he would just slowly walk over to where he last saw you and grunt. He thought you wanted to show him something……..
He thinks it’s cute that you run and jump around a lot, but he’s worried about you getting hurt, so if he thinks you’ll fall or trip, he’ll stand there with his arms open, waiting for you, and you just plop into his arms because they were open. He is flustered but keeps doing it because he secretly loves it…
You find yourself very restless living at Muriel’s hut, seeing as there’s not much to do… but at least you have INANNA!! She LOVEESSS to run around and play with you outside when she gets bursts of energy. There is a very nice nap time afterwards and Muriel, he loves you, but he also appreciates the peace and quiet of the post-playtime.
He suddenly realizes he’s dating Snow White because every animal in the forest is your friend. Sometimes he’ll come back to the hut and you’re just kinda having an animal tea party outside with nuts and berries in bowls.
The first time you squeak, he thinks there’s a mouse in the hut, but his ears led him to you. You hurriedly explain to to him best you can and he’s just like, “Cute…”
If you’re startled by certain things, he’ll take note and be more careful around them. Inanna and some of the forest animals are aware too, and will actively avoid those things if you’re with them. What? Nooooo he’s not jealous of the animals!!
Lucio
Thinks it’s so funny.
He claims you act like the dogs when they’re excited, except you’re way cuter and you make playtime much more interesting. 👀
You and the dogs look like cartoon characters when you peer around a wall. All he sees is two long snouts and a bundle of hair.
Once of the first things he ever saw you do was jump a foot into the air when Mercedes and Melchior followed you into the abandoned wing. Seeing as it was like the first possibly funny thing he’d seen three years, he never forgot it and brings it up whenever it happens super often.
If you squeak, all the thoughts in his brain go to mush for a second. Like, if he’s in the middle of talking, something startles you, and you make that noise, he will loudly trail off his sentence and stare at you. If you don’t like him pointing it out, he’ll try his very best to brush over it with awkward laughter and “Where was I?”s, but if you let him do whatever, he’ll call you cute before teasing you that you sound like a chew toy.
It happened once with Morga over. Much to Lucio’s dismay, Morga was invited to the palace by Nadia conveniently on the same day you two dropped in for a quick lunch. While Lucio was talking about something, a servant in the hall dropped and shattered a dish, startling you two and making you squeal. Morga was deeply unimpressed, but mainly because she thought Lucio was scared by a plate. She’d met you before and is knowledgeable about this quirk of yours, but not Lucio’s reaction to it. If you explain to her in private, she says nothing and just tells Lucio he’s obviously never done the dirty with you before.
Now it bothers him even more than before because that statement is all he can think of when it happens.
#lucio morgasson#the arcana game#julian devorak#lucio montag#lucio the arcana#muriel of the kokhuri#nadia satrinava#portia devorak#the arcana muriel#asra alnazar#the arcana x mc#the arcana hc#the arcana headcanons#the arcana imagines#asra the arcana#portia the arcana#nadia the arcana#julian the arcana
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Weekend links
My posts
I am so sick lmao. I mean, I'm fine; it's not covid, it's just some kind of sinus bullshit that turned into a bad sore throat very quickly, and we've managed to treat it early. But I am very tired, and now (being sick myself) I can't even go visit my nephew in the hospital. Now that he's getting decent care (document the care or lack thereof you get, if you can), he's improving a lot, although I don't know when he'll be able to come home.
As such, the most/only interesting thing I've written is a Patreon Future Vision tier newsletter about what I'm working on. I do have a finished short story I can post later in the month, once a contest regulation has expired. I'm just thrilled that I finished something, honestly.
However, my queue got ahead of me--I had a couple clusters of posts that I intended to do my own posts about (see below), and then. Well. We'll circle back around to those at some point.
(All I said was "It is my wish for you and all of us that the bullshit stops soon" and it got 900 notes, so apparently we are all Going Through It right now.)
Reblogs of interest
Christmas on Tumblr is the best way to experience Christmas:
Sasha the Christmas Tiger: yes good
The Reindeer Gifs
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"The posting on this website is gonna be inSANE when Henry Kissinger dies on January 22nd, 2024." Well...
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I realized a while ago that the massive dysfunction spiral I went into from, like, 2016-2022 was autistic burnout (surgery and covid: not helping!), and I had these two posts queued as a springboard for talking about that. OOPS:
Autistic burnout: a guide
Autistic burnout recovery
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Something else I meant to write about--posts on physical health, mobility, and/or chronic pain:
If you are dealing with deep fatigue and chronic pain: "you can exercise. you just need to vastly vastly change what the word[s] exercise movement activity mean for you."
If you sit hunched over, do this stretch for your back
@hybridcalisthenics shows us how to work up to a deep squat
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Black, gay and graying gracefully in love
Two important statements: "This is a high quality and deeply unpleasant piece of art" and, conversely, "It’s beautiful but I don’t like it."
I just really liked this Cerridwen art
Video
I don't understand how this is a painting
🎶 You know they were watermelon 🎶
The first cat video ever (1899)
This joyous wet dog
This very loud unwet dog
Majestic garden Fox enjoys Zoomies in the Snow
They're not making laundresses like they used to
The sacred texts
Nothing this week unless you count Sasha, and I do
Personal tag of the week
A fine new addition to the teacup voids tag
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Offline live blog pt2
Wtf is happening to my Boi
Yes Devo!!
Get his ass !!!
The asshole was to stunned to speak
Wait but he's in the description for the next EP?????
Zoox is God's special boi
I guess I was kinda right about another Clint charecter loosing an arm
Yes zoox 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
Yikes??? Imagine watching your dad(?) dying 3 times each time giving you deep advice
He's doing a Kirby
Yum cop god lol
I can't take this seriously every time they call it the biggest baby
Amber no
Ew more sun
Yay blink sharks!!!
Zoox no 😂🤣🤣
2 what about zooxs Amber???
Stab his ship stab his shipstab his ship stab his ship stab his ship stab his ship
Nooooooo *pouts*
Yes yes yes yes!!!!!
Yay murder thoughts
I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of closing the god dammed door
Stomp his skull
Eat shit my dude
Oop he ded
Oh shit full circle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love this!!!!!!!
Do you think someone realized that Devo is the voice they heard
*davee diggs voice* Well what did miss
Wtf Amber
Amber!!!!
The fuck ma'am
Yass but noooooo
Umm dudes she jumped
Stay mad dude
That is so her I can't be upset
No fuck this no don't break up my found family again
Ol' uncle joshy would be so proud 🥲
EP 44
So zoox is Jesus?
I love him so much zoox my beloved
12ft damn son
It's like build-a-bear😈
Big Boi
Zoox got the zoomies big mood
Isn't there people on the biggest baby still
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S1 Ep 2: I'm not typing that title out jesus christ. Great start everybody
Y'all weren't kidding about the racism. If I have any Native American followers I owe you a dollar for even viewing this episode's title. Christ almighty
The editing on this just. The drama. The 2000's of it all
FLIP PHONES... and what game console is that I wasn't looking closely OH ITS A NINTENDO DS. GOD THAT BRINGS BACK MEMORIES
He's about to get eaten right
Theyre getting munched
I'm just going to call this the Eating Them Monster instead of. Well. Yeah.
Oh that 2005 quality. He looks so weird in a suit. Not with that hair honey
JESUS CHRIST ok nightmare good god that got me
Buddy ur girlfriend was just on FIRE I don't think you're okay
"Dude check out this BEAR"
I think this chick's brother got eaten
Hes like going "LOOK SAM SHE CALLED MY CAR COOL"
Every 23 years? That's... oddly specific. And it go zoomies
STOP HARRASSING OLD MEN ok like I know they have info but I just feel bad :(
"What did you see?" "Nothing. It moved too fast." Jesus Christ thats chilling
Wowza thats one hell of a scar
Man I just want to give a hug to these sad old men haunted by their pasts
Whats with the baby crying
These guys are soooo good at communicating with each other lmao.
OH IS HE NOT DEAD? ewww they r hanging ewwww getting crunched. So they might save him!! Or he might get crunched
WOOPS BEAR TRAP
Dean ur a moron. Dean. Dean ur so stupid. Can this lady slap him.
M&MS?? Oh my god
Hunter (of normal animals) guy is probably gonna get crunched yeah
Hooooly shit that tent got fucked UP
Ohhhh god stop saying stuff. I owe 3 dollars to the native community.
...4 dollars.
Ok I am laughing at the guy rolling his eyes at them
5 dollars
Join the family business, learn the family trade, go out and kill some monsters, make the world afraid!
Daddy issues central over here. And uhhh fridged girlfriend issues central
NO SHIT ITS NO GRIZZLY
ROY NO UR GONNA GET EATED oh he got fuckin yoinked by his face. Rip Roy
6 dollars
Almost more offensive that there seems to be some concept of the lore behind them and other cultures. But like only vaguely
WOO LETS SET THIS THING ABLAZE
Maybe I should call it the Eating Them Bigfoot
OOPS BODY they sure do like the "Blood dripping look up BODY"
Wuh oh where's Haley and Dean
Ok so it killed Roy out of spite huh
LMAO M&M TRAIL
Uhm I hear rumbling. I don't like that
Ok abandoned mineshaft? Is that what this is
Oops there they go falling down
Hi Dean u look like shit
Oh we found the brother? Yaaaay we found him
FREAKY BASTARD! BRING IT ON BABY! I TASTE GOOD hes just running at it and yelling
YOU WANT SOME WHITE MEAT BITCH
EWWW it looks like fucking Gollum
Yeaaaa good job Dean u did it
Dean ur stupid
Hey look people didn't die! Good for them
"Man I hate camping" lmao
Vroom vroom
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the end of something // rhett, teddy, & emilio
TIMING: sometime before midnight.
PARTIES: @eldritchaccident @ironcladrhett & @monstersfear
SUMMARY: teddy and emilio prepare to leave town, and rhett informs them that he won't be joining them.
CONTENT: sibling death, mentions of past suicide ideation
“Metzli’s going to meet us at the edge of town,” Emilio announced, slipping his phone into his pocket with a grimace. “They’ve got some kind of a caravan set up. Figure it’s safer to travel in groups.” Not to mention he knew Teddy would want reassurance that Metzli made it out. The hunter might not admit it, but he wouldn’t mind that reassurance himself. He’d made a list in the back of his mind, had people he was keeping track of throughout this whole evacuation process. Ari, Kaden, Metzli, Nicole, Vida.
Next to him now were two people near the top of said list. There was some relief in having both Teddy and Rhett where he could see them, some quiet factor that made it a little easier to breathe. Emilio might not be as self aware as some people might want him to be, but he knew he had… issues here. A town falling apart, everyone he loved inside of it… It was a painfully familiar scenario. Last time this happened, he’d walked away with nothing. He’d saved no one. He wasn’t going to let that happen again.
“We should move fast. This shit’s going under quick, and we can’t be here when it does.” He motioned for the other two men to follow him quickly, eyes darting around to take in the darkened sky and crumbling town.
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Packing had been finished for a good few weeks at this point. Teddy didn't know the day or the hour of the fucking apocalypse so they had to be prepared. Besides, it wasn't like either himself or Emilio were terribly unfamiliar with living out of boxes or bags. Most of the bigger shit was in a storage container a few towns away, they had a carry on sized bag each to hold them over in the interim.
The biggest trouble the florist had been dealing with was keeping track of Zazzy. The normally quite lazy couch potato of a raiju runt had gotten more and more agitated and energetic as the end approached. In a way it was nice. Gave them about as much of a heads-up as they were going to get. But now that it was time Teddy was struggling to keep the wormy zoomie little fuzzball in his arms. Suddenly wishing he had got the little guy a carrier crate but he kinda figured that the raiju wouldn't like that very much. Oops.
Maybe it was nice though. To have something to focus on that took quite a bit of strain to do so. Had his mind had moments to wander, surely Teddy would've gotten stuck in a loop of worry and stomach churning anxiety. As it was. He could hardly take his eyes off the cat/dog/weasel thing. Any chances he had were all spent on Emilio. Convinced that his man was going to go off and do some last minute heroics that was going to get him killed one way or another. One arm to hold Zazz, one hand to continuously anchor himself to the hunter.
Rhett had just pulled in and popped up to the apartment too, he probably had the easiest job of packing between all of them. Perks of living mobily, Teddy supposed. He was about to make a comment to that end when Emilio spoke up, and confirmed what he'd been thinking. They were together now. Time to get out. And make sure everyone they cared about followed suit.
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As they exited the building, Rhett’s gaze followed a similar path to Emilio’s, scanning over the fucked up sky while his resolve hardened. This couldn’t be allowed to spread. The boys, Ari, Vida… all of them had to get out and be safe. Wasn’t any point in claiming to be a protector if you weren’t ready to lay down your life. That said, there had to be some left. Younger blood, the kind that warmed a heart enough to let it be given to another. That wasn’t on the table for Rhett anymore, but Emilio still had time. Still had hope. Teddy gave him that—Teddy and all the other people his little brother had met in this town.
Had to protect that.
Bringing up the rear, Rhett placed a hand on Emilio’s shoulder as they all reached the Fungi Wagon, urging him to turn around. “Here,” he muttered, digging the keys from his pocket with one hand and taking Emilio’s in the other, forcing them into his palm.
When Teddy got the passenger side door open, he’d notice that all the personal junk that used to take up the space in the back had been fully cleared out. In fact, other than the painted mural that still clung to its metal sides, every trace of Rhett had been scrubbed from the vehicle. The man himself looked up to meet Emilio’s gaze, the wilted smile on his lips conveying his hope that he wouldn’t have to say what came next. As practiced as he was with goodbyes, this wasn’t one he’d expected to have to make a second time.
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Teddy’s hand gripped his tightly, and Emilio understood why. It wasn’t just a passive thing here, wasn’t just a show of affection. Emilio had a bad habit of going to dark places, and no one knew that better than Teddy. It was only a few months ago that the florist had been desperately trying to convince Emilio to keep living, only a few months ago that Rhett had dragged him away from his desire to stop and done everything he could to keep him separate from it. And Emilio would be lying if he said those feelings were entirely gone. He’d be lying if he said he thought they ever could be, after everything. But right now, he was choosing something else. With Teddy’s hand in his, it felt just a little easier to do.
Rhett’s hand on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts, and Emilio glanced to his brother with a quizzical expression on his face. He took the keys robotically, brows furrowing together. “Really must be the end of the world if you’re letting me drive,” he joked, huffing a laugh as he slipped the keychain around his finger and flipped the key absently.
But then Rhett met his eye. Then he got that goddamn look on his face, and there was a pit in Emilio’s stomach that was bottomless and gaping, a feeling that hollowed him out so quickly it should have been impossible. The smile slipped off his face, the keys going still in his hand as he stopped swinging them so abruptly that they hit against his knuckles with a quiet clatter.
“No,” he said, the word little more than a breath of air. “No. Absolutely fucking not, Rhett, I’m not kidding. No.”
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With the raiju placed in a ball of blankets in the front seat, content with the warmth from the car to keep it still, Teddy had a moment to breathe. To think. And a moment is all it was, cause from the other side of the van something of a commotion stirred. Somehow between that and all that was missing from the vehicle, the meaning was partially lost on the demon. The florist hurried to the other side though, taking up his spot right next to Emilio once again. There was a heat beginning to radiate from the hunter as he got more and more amped up.
“Wait–wait– what’s happening?” Social cues weren’t Teddy’s forte, but it was obvious something was wrong. That achey thrum began to worm its way up in his chest. Instinctively he put an arm around the slayer, but his eyes stayed firmly on Rhett. There was a play going on around him and he hadn’t been given the script. It really shouldn’t have been that hard to figure out. But it was the end of the fucking world and the man had more than a few things on his mind that were perhaps taking up a bit of his cognitive processing. “Rhett– why…what are you planning?”
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Of course he argued. Rhett had expected as much, steeling himself against the fear that started creeping into Emilio’s expression. Teddy came ‘round the other side of the van, joining them with a bemused look on his face before asking what was going on. The warden let his gaze flick over to Teddy, needing a moment to be free of the pain he was causing Emilio.
“Can’t come with,” he answered softly. “Some people here need my help.” With a thick swallow, he glanced back to Emilio. “This is it, kiddo. The big one. Need to make myself useful.”
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“He’s planning on staying behind,” Emilio spat, because for him, grief always came with anger. Anger towards the situation that left them with an unwinnable battle. Angry at the world for taking and taking and taking until he had nothing left to give. Angry at Rhett for making this choice, for doing a stupid, heroic thing when Emilio desperately needed him to be a coward. Angry at himself for not seeing any of it coming.
And the anger wasn’t real. He knew that, too. He knew that the anger was a defense mechanism, a fire built in a wasteland to keep him warm. He wasn’t angry at Rhett or at himself or even at the world at large. But admitting that meant admitting to what was lurking underneath. Admitting that meant recognizing how small he felt, how scared. And Emilio couldn’t do that.
So he glared in Rhett’s direction, fire burning behind his eyes to distract from the aching in his chest, and he told himself that that was better. He told himself it was easier this way. “You’re a fucking asshole,” he said, taking a step towards his brother and grabbing him by the front of his shirt, knuckles white with his grip. “You think, what, you make the sacrifice play after months of telling me I’m not allowed to? Some people need your help? I need you, you prick. What about that?” His throat burned, and his vision blurred in a way he pretended was rage instead of tears threatening to spill over.
“Fuck this. Fuck you. Get in the fucking van, Everett.” Please, he added silently, the word unspoken but present in his expression all the same.
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"Wh–" Fuck. Now that it'd been said aloud it was so obvious what it all had been pointing to. Teddy shifted uncomfortably, at a total loss of how to respond. "Y-your–?" Leaving. Or staying rather. Staying there in the middle of assured destruction to save the rest of the world. Hunters died to protect others. That's something Emilio had said over and over and over. You don't get old in that line of work. You don't get happily ever afters or even the joy of retiring. Rhett was the closest thing Teddy had ever seen that seemed to contradict that statement. But now he was–
He was shaking. Teddy knew that much, but everything seemed so numb outside of his hands it was hard to feel anything else. He gripped tighter and tighter onto Emilio, knowing that this had to have been a thousand times worse for him. Teddy only just got to know the old warden. But that was Emilio's brother. He was supposed to be a fixture in their life. Together. More weird breakfasts and old stories and time. But Rhett had other plans it seemed.
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“You’ve got people,” Rhett said sadly. “Y’haven’t needed me for a long time, now. So here’s what’s gonna happen.” Still very much trapped in Emilio’s grip, the warden brought a hand to the side of his neck and braced it there. “You two are gonna get as far away from here as you can, hear me? Real far. Don’t take any fuckin’ chances.” He glanced to Teddy, perhaps as a silent plea to help talk some sense into Emilio, because he knew this would be an uphill battle. “Me? Can’t back out. If I bail, they don’t have enough people.” He paused. “If they don’t have enough people, we all die.” His other hand gave Teddy’s shoulder a squeeze before moving it to now frame Emilio’s pained face between them both.
“Listen t’me, little brother. I’m old. I ain’t got much time left in this world, anyway. We both know that. Let me… let me go out doin’ somethin’ that’ll help everyone, not just… whatever makes me feel better in the moment. Whatever dampens the rage and the hurt… just lemme do this, kid. For you. For Ted. For all the people in this damn town who’d cry at your funeral. Please.”
—
“You’re my people.” His voice broke on the last word, just a little. Emilio hadn’t felt like a child in decades now, hadn’t even really felt like a child when he was a child, but in this moment, he was eight years old again. He was staring in wonder as his mother and uncle dragged their brother into the house and laid him on the kitchen table, flinching as too-loud voices ordered him to sit with the bleeding man while they went to get help, struck with the realization of what help meant when they returned with the priest instead of the doctor.
Hunters were supposed to have their lives cut off at the knees, were built to die long before their hair went gray and their skin began to wrinkle and Emilio knew that. Emilio had known that all his life, had watched it happen. He’d seen his mother and siblings dead in the street, had watched his nephew die before the kid was old enough to know what dying meant. And somehow, he’d thought Rhett was different. Somehow, he’d convinced himself that the warden was above all that, that Rhett would outlive him and that there’d be relief in, for once, being the one to leave instead of the one to get left. But Rhett’s hand was gripping the side of his neck in a way that meant goodbye now, and it didn’t make sense even though it did. It was impossible even though it wasn’t. Every inch of it ached.
“No,” he said again, because what else was there to say? What else was there to do? “No. I’m not — I’m not going to leave you. I can’t. I can’t do that again.” It was an ugly mirror image of the last moments in Etla; the chaos, the anguish, the grief. People he loved dying while he made it out. Was this how it was always going to be? Was Emilio always the one who survived, no matter how little he wanted to? Maybe this was his punishment, he thought, the retribution for all the sins he’d stacked up under his belt. To lose Rhett in a way that seemed to echo the way he’d lost everyone else was the kind of thing just cruel enough for God to come up with.
Desperately, Emilio looked to Teddy, eyes pleading with his boyfriend to do… something. To drag Rhett into the damn van, kicking and screaming. To make some demon deal that would tie his brother to life instead of allowing him to die. To fix the unfixable, somehow.
—
Both sets of eyes were on him now and Teddy was just left stammering. Of course he wanted Rhett to stay, of course he wanted to stop whatever the hell was going through the old man's head, let someone else take the torch. But Rhett was looking at him too, pleading him just as much to tell Emilio that this was how it had to be. Teddy didn't know though, how true that was. How could they just agree to let him run into the flames? Even if it meant the rest of the world wouldn't catch fire.
"Isn't there anything else? There's gotta be uhh–" He swallowed, hard. Feeling the weight of expectations from either side of the growing chasm. "Someone else or…"
—
Recognizing the spot he’d put Teddy in, Rhett closed his eyes and shook his head. “There’s no talkin’ me out of it, lads. But yes, there is someone else… and they’re waitin’ on me.” He let his hands fall back to his sides, beginning the slow retreat that would eventually end with him turning his back on the pair. “I’m sorry, Emilio. Don’t wanna do this to you, but… couldn’t let someone else go in my stead. Wouldn’t be right. This is my job, and I’ve been doin’ fuck all, lately.” It was because he was suddenly afraid of losing the man again, afraid of abandoning him by dying doing something reckless… which felt silly, now. It went against everything he’d been saying, because more than anything else, he knew he had to throw himself on the knife so that Emilio wouldn’t do it himself. There was something else, too. Something he’d never said aloud, but this seemed like the right moment to give it a shot.
“I just want you t’be… proud of me.” His voice wavered as he spoke, the instinct to withdraw taking over. “Know I ain’t all here, haven’t been since I was a kid. Know I do a lot of stupid shit. Say stupid things. No kinda role model. Violent, angry, spiteful.” He dragged his gaze up to meet Emilio’s, the tiredness settling over his worn features. “Don’t want you to fall too deep in that hole. Be more like Ted, not like me. Lemme go out doin’ somethin’ a good person would do. Remember me like that, maybe, not… not all the other shit. Maybe.” His voice dropped to a whisper on the final word, head drooping shamefully.
“... you need to leave.”
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Teddy was trying, just like Emilio was. But Rhett had always been a stubborn old bastard, for as long as Emilio had known him. Once he’d set his mind to something, it was always damn near impossible to change it. It was one of the many ways the two hunters were alike, one of the many things that had drawn them together since the first day Rhett wandered into Etla. In the past, it had always seemed like a good thing. But in this moment? It was the worst thing in the goddamn world.
“I am proud of you,” he said, and Christ, Emilio had never been one to beg but this sure as hell sounded like it. He’d faced down torture and unimaginable pain, had gone up against a fucking ancient demon without begging for shit, but he was pleading like a damn kid now. Every inch of his face was pleading desperately for Rhett to change his mind, just this once. He knew a lost cause when he saw one, but he’d never been particularly good at accepting them for what they were. It was almost funny, in a cruel way; he’d lost so much now that, at this point, you’d think he’d be used to it.
He shook his head, breath hitching. “You said I could go first,” he replied stubbornly, and he knew he sounded like a child but he was beyond caring. “You said that. I can’t —” He looked back to Teddy again, shaking his head. “I can’t leave him.”
—
That was just Emilio’s fear talking. Rhett knew it well, and knew that this goodbye wouldn’t end in hugs and tearful smiles. No, this goodbye would be wretched, the most wretched he’d ever created of his own volition, and yet… he had to do it. “I know I did,” the warden muttered, untangling himself from Emilio’s grip and taking a step back. “Turns out I was lyin’. I’m sorry.” It’s all he could do, now. Apologize. He’d said his piece, and Emilio would either accept or reject it, in his own time. He’d hate him for his sacrifice, or he’d go through the stages of grief and see that Rhett was just doing it to protect him.
“You can leave me, and you will,” the warden argued, his voice low. Another quick glance up at the darkening sky told him that the time was drawing near. Still hours away, but he wanted them to be hours from this place before everything went to shit. “Runnin’ outta time. Not gonna argue ‘bout it anymore. Take the wagon, go join the caravan, n’ get outta here. Go live your lives. And goddamnit, be careful. Don’t make me die for nothin’.”
—
As Rhett pulled away, Emilio’s hands gripped the air in his absence, as if his fingers weren’t quite ready to admit that there was nothing left for them to hold onto. They opened and closed, fist clenching and unclenching absently in the way it always did when he was left with nothing to fight. It was so much harder like this. When the turmoil existed nowhere but inside of him, he didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t know how to breathe around it. “Don’t,” he said quietly, still pleading. Still angry and still not. “Don’t apologize. Just — Just get in the van. We’ll figure something else out, like Teddy said. Please.”
But Rhett’s voice was firm, his eyes darting up to the sky and the way it darkened around them. When all this was said and done, would it be a sunny day? Emilio found himself filled with a surge of bitterness at the thought, found himself unreasonably angry towards a sun that would rise tomorrow even if Rhett was no longer around to see it. That was always the hardest part about loss. It wasn’t the moment you lost something — it was the moment after. It was the one after that.
“Don’t make me do this,” he begged. “Please, Rhett. No me dejen solo.”
—
“You’re not alone,” Rhett answered, nodding at Teddy. “You’ve got a whole caravan waitin’ on you.” And to dispel any remaining hope Emilio or Teddy had of convincing him, he went on to add, “I’m not gettin’ in that van, you know that. We can either say goodbye, or…” His throat felt tight and his breathing was weak, still afraid of that worst-case scenario. “... or I can just walk away. Don’t… really want it to end like that, though.”
—
It was tense, everything ached in a way that felt like they were being sent through a meat grinder but slowly and in reverse. Teddy knew what it was like to not get a goodbye. Knew the empty hollow pain that haunted you forever afterwards. Knew Emilio wouldn't ever come close to forgiving himself if he didn't say something. But he also knew how hard it was for the slayer to express himself. All he could do was hold tight to his hand, but give him a nudge forward. Not quite resigned to the idea of letting this happen, but not wanting to let Emilio give himself another thing to beat himself up about.
—
There were moments where it felt like the goddamn world was closing in around you. Emilio was no stranger to them, had had more than his fair share. In Etla, in New Orleans, in that cave just outside of town, in his own apartment. There were moments where the world was both too big and too small, where everything was a contradiction that seemed impossible to grapple with. There were moments you could never get out from under, and this was one of them. Emilio would live in this moment for the rest of his life, he knew, would carry it with him in the same overflowing stack where there were bodies rotting on a Mexican street and smoke rising up from a warehouse where no one had died.
Rhett was right; Emilio knew he wasn’t getting in the van. He’d known it since the beginning, since the moment those keys were pressed into his hands. The ending was already written down. There was no changing it. And he was angry, even if he wasn’t. There was rage burning in his chest, even if it wasn’t rage at all.
There were so many people he’d never said goodbye to. His mother, his father, his siblings, his nephew. Silas. So many names on a list so full of regret that it was a wonder there was ever any left for anyone else. The idea of adding Rhett’s to it, the idea of losing him without whatever tiny semblance of peace a goodbye might offer…
“Don’t.” He choked on the word like a physical thing, like the lump in his throat was made up of something more tangible than grief. “Don’t just walk away. I don’t — I don’t want that.” He reached up with the hand Teddy wasn’t holding in a death grip, scrubbed it across his face and pretended it didn’t come back wet. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be mad at you. I don’t know what else to be.”
—
“I know.” The statement was simple, but it said a lot. Anger was easiest, they both knew that. Facing the rest of it was… difficult. Complicated. And always, no matter how hard they tried, they were poisoned with a little bit of anger. “You can be mad. Hell, I’d be mad, too. But it doesn’t change what needs t’happen.” Closing the small distance that had grown between them, Rhett gracelessly pulled Emilio into a hug. “Take some comfort in knowin’ I’m goin’ out how I want, eh? Doin’ a good thing. Bein’ a good person.” He pulled back, framing the slayer’s face in his hands once more, a sad, tearful smile blooming on his lips.
Damn, wouldn’t you know it? He’d been wrong after all.
“I love you, little brother. And I’m gonna do whatever I have to to protect you. Right now, that means makin’ sure this bloody doomsday bullshit stays local.” Rhett looked to Teddy as he released the hunter, the fondness in his expression only growing. “Take care of him for me,” he muttered as he leaned in to give Teddy a hug as well, holding for a few extra beats before moving back again.
“Right. Well then, off you go.” An emotional sniff followed the dismissal as he gave a half-hearted wave of his arm.
—
Ted could hardly come up with something that felt right in that moment. Instead he nodded grimly at Rhett's request. Tried to slip on a smile, and squeezed the old man with all the love and warmth he wished he'd been able to give his brother so many years ago. It hurt to say goodbye, sure. But at least they were able to do so. It wouldn't just be another mystery, or start of a cycle of revenge and grief. After all, what were they going to do about Rhett's killer? The town was already destroying itself. The best they could hope was to be on the outside to watch it burn.
—
If not for Teddy’s hand gripping his, Emilio would have fought it more. He would have dug his heels into the ground, would have refused to leave his brother to die alone in a crumbling town that neither of them had ever really made a home out of. Emilio was a stubborn man, loyal to a fault more often than not, and the idea of leaving Rhett here was so unfathomable that if not for the tragedy of it all, it might have been a laughable concept. But Teddy was holding onto him in a way that said he wasn’t leaving unless Emilio did, and Teddy was too good a man to be allowed to die for nothing.
Gripping Rhett tightly in the embrace, Emilio buried his head in the warden’s shoulder for a moment, hating himself for the dampness left there when he pulled away. “You’re one of the best men I’ve ever met,” he said, “you fucking asshole. Doing the goddamn hero shit.” Dying so Emilio wouldn’t have to, despite knowing that there would always be a part of Emilio that wanted it.
“I love you,” he muttered, the words sticking to the back of his throat, coming out garbled and feeling wrong even if they were probably the truest thing he’d ever said. Saying it hurt. Every bit of this hurt, from the tearful smile on Rhett’s face to the way he hugged Teddy just as tightly as he had Emilio. In another world, a kinder one, they could have been a family for a little longer than they had. They could have had something bigger. Something better. Something whole. But this world wasn’t built for things like that.
An unexpected panic built up in his chest as Rhett waved with a sense of finality that Emilio wasn’t ready for. Desperation creeped back in, and he shook his head again. “No. No, I’m not — I’m not ready. I can’t go yet. There has to be more time.”
—
It would be cruel to let Emilio know just how much his protesting was breaking Rhett’s heart, so the warden stuffed a cork so deep in that bottle that it wouldn’t be able to to spill a single drop, right up to the end. Turn it off. Turn it off. Just like he always had.
“More time’s only gonna make it harder. ‘Sides… we don’t have much left.” He offered another lopsided smirk, masking how badly this hurt. “Get outta here, ‘fore I gotta stuff you in the van myself. I’ll stand in the middle of the road and wave all dramatic, like a movie, eh?” He listed his arms again, this time giving a larger, more insistent ushering motion with both of them. “See you two in the next life. Make the best outta this one, first.”
—
If they waited until he was ready, they’d never leave. Emilio knew that. He’d stand here until the world fell down around them, would die and be buried and rot in the ground for a hundred years and still not be ready for this. There were some things, he thought, you could never be ready for. There were some things you could never be okay with. This was one of them.
Bringing a trembling hand to his head, he scrubbed it across his face and nodded, feeling a little more unsteady on his feet than he had in a long, long time. He pulled Rhett in for another hug, fists gripping the back of the warden’s shirt tightly. “You’re an asshole,” he muttered into the man’s neck, the words coming out a little more broken than he’d like to admit. “I love you.”
—
Calling on pride while so much sorrow swam around one’s heart wasn’t fair, or even kind. But Teddy felt a swell of it nonetheless. At Emilio’s ability to speak his mind, at Rhett’s stalwart ability to go through with this despite how much it must hurt. The florist had no idea of what would await the warden at the end of this road. What would await them at their own destination. Too many unknowns. The only thing he knew for sure. The only thing Teddy knew for sure was that they had to keep going. That he was going to do his best to do exactly what Rhett said and take care of Emilio. No matter what.
As if to seal that promise, Teddy moved in and kissed Em on the cheek. Softly smiling through the heartache. He turned towards the man, the hero, the fucking saint of batshit baddassery. “Thank you for everything… Bringing him to me. Always being there when we needed you. You’re amazing, you know that Rhett?”
—
A breathy chuckle managed to squeeze itself from his aching lungs as Emilio called him an asshole for the second—third?—time. He returned the hug fiercely, ruffling the slayer’s hair as they reluctantly pulled apart. “Love you more, ya stupid fuckin’ muppet.” Throwing a wink at him, Rhett smiled, a little less sad this time, seeing the way Teddy slipped effortlessly into that supporting role. And then complimented him, which drew forth an exasperated scoff.
“Nah, nah… m’just an daft idiot who’s good with weapons.” Slipping the rifle from his back, he flicked the safety off. “Do me a favor… pray that some weird beasties come tumblin’ outta all these rips in reality, eh? Could use a little excitement for the last ride.” His grin widened, returning to that familiar, reckless type of insanity that was his whole personality. “And hey! Be good to my wagon! If you total ‘er, I’m gonna haunt both your fuckin’ arses!” Rhett moved with finality now, bracing the rifle in front of him as the storm rolled in overhead and thunder boomed between the clouds. The plea for them to just get out of there was quarantined to his eyes, the rest of him looking terribly ready for a fight.
—
“Haunt us anyway.” It was only half a joke, and the way his voice wobbled betrayed as much. It was a stupid notion, of course, because exorcising Rhett in order to keep him from becoming a poltergeist would only mean losing him twice instead of once, but God, Emilio would have killed for something to cling to. It wasn’t enough to have a worn old van and a rushed goodbye. Nothing would ever be enough.
His legs remained locked in place, refusing to move for a moment in spite of the way he’d already agreed to go. Walking away from this, leaving while Rhett was alive and animated and knowing this was the last time he’d ever see him in such a way, it felt impossible. It was too much; they were asking too much of him. He glanced back to Teddy, throat burning, trying to communicate that he needed the florist to take that first step towards the van, trying to say without words that Emilio needed an extra push if he was going to be expected to climb this mountain.
—
With a heaved sigh, Teddy nodded and curled his arms around Emilio. Held him tight for just a moment before ushering both of them towards the van. "Want me to drive, love?" It was half a question, half an announcement as he was already going for the keys. The hunter didn't seem in a particularly good headspace to be driving. Teddy walked with him to the passenger side. Scooching aside the slumbering raiju who was content and dreaming, completely unaware of how hurt everyone around it was. As he rounded the front of the old wagon he ran his hand along the hood. A soft sad smile as he gave it a pat, as if thanking the van for its role in giving him the opportunity to meet its…former owner. As if asking for forgiveness from the machine, for accepting it and letting Rhett go.
They had miles to go before they could rest, but the first turn of the key would always be the hardest. Teddy's hand wavered on the gear shift. As they watched the form of Rhett Tangaroa slip into the mist and shadow. All he could do now was look to Emilio for permission.
—
He waved, as promised. But something in him knew that the van would sit there for too long if he waited. So, with a sweeping bow, the warden took his exit. Backed away from the scene, bathed in the red of the taillights, that wild grin never leaving his face.
Not until he turned on his heel and faced the darkness that loomed behind him. The forced exuberance wilted, eyes widening in the face of his own mortality. Wasn’t how he ever saw himself going. He fought for the greater good, sure, but only in the way he understood. Killing fae. This was… well, this was foreign. But, he thought to himself, suppose an old dog can learn new tricks.
It was time to get to his spot. There were still hours to go, but Rhett wouldn’t be the one showing up unfashionably late and dooming the whole fuckin’ planet, not after all that game he’d been talking moments ago.
One step forward, into the gathering fog. Do it for them. His heart thumped quickly in his chest. Do it for him.
Another step, and the warden was swallowed whole by the malignant force settling over the town.
#ironcladrhett#eldritchaccident#teddy: the end of something#rhett: the end of something#sibling death tw#suicide ideation tw#suicide tw#( both only implied )
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Stray Game Thought-Log Part 1
Playtime: 4 hours
I'M A CAT
THERE ARE MORE CATS??
THIS IS MY FAMILY YEA
I CAN PLAY WITH THEM!!
YEAAA
Ohh where we going?
Am creeture
Jumpy jump
ZOOMIES
This seems precarious
NO BABY-
NOOOO BABY
Is this a horror game now?
No baby! D:
Go in there? But weird things went in...
I drop bucket
Ew what the fuck
*sees dead robots*
Let's get outta here cat
I am creeture *knocks paint cans off*
Fuck is this a chase sequence?
FUCK IT'S A CHADE SEQUENCE
EW GET OFF
*dies*
BOOK IT CAT BOOK IT
HOLY SHIT
IS THAT IT?
sssssssssss
Oh shit did I need the plug from just now?
Uhh can the door open- Nope
Oh I don't, good
Tiny drone
Why my cat walking weird
Am creeture *scratches carpet*
Ew the city looks disgusting what happened here
Oh ew more of those things run cat
Wait they're actually after me RUN CAT
JUMP CAT
EEEEE LET’S GO CAT
Omg robots
Aw friendlies!
I CAN GET A PONCHO??
Where do I go?
I'm lost
I came here before
Oh you the barterman
THE CABLES I NEED
I NEED DETERGENT
Oh music sheet yes
Ohh you the musician!
*spends an entire minute listening to the music*
What is this? *wears paperbag*
MY CONTROLS ARE INVERTED GET IT OFF
Oh it's off
WHAT DO YOU MEAN KNOCKING OFF THE PAINT HAD CONSEQUENCES??
NOOO I WANTED THE PONCHO
FUCK
Okay where do I go??
Uhhh
Ohh a library
There is a dead bot in here wtf
*realises jumping off book stacks makes them fall* HAHA
*zooms through books*
Oh here he is
Momo you good man?
Why are you dressed like that?
Journal hunt? Hey I got one already!
*kicks basketball by accident* Oh shit-
It didn’t hit Teddy thank god-
Oh getting here wasn't so hard
*accidentally breaks pot* Oops, let's get out of here cat
More music sheets! :OOO
*listens to some music again*
More books, books, books
*gets sad I can't get a poncho*
You're kidding, you're kidding
YOU WANT ME TO GO THROUGH THOSE?
ALRIGHT CAT LET’S GO
*dies twice*
YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING
Hack door? OH FUCK-
Wait, wait I see... fuck
I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS
Do I really wanna go in here?
Ew
Oh my god there's so many
Oh god
GO GO GO OH MY GOD GO
RUN CAT
They can't reach me here can they?
God how many more are there
FUCK GO GO
JUMP PLEASE
Did they die? Why is there only one?
Do I really wanna leave this safety?
Fuck it LET’S GO
Ew
Oh of course they were thrash eating bacteria...
Literally types this so I can stop shaking because wow I'm shaking a lot
I just wanted a nice cat game but no I have to run from mutated bacteria *sobs*
Please don't come after me while I'm in a barrel
FUCK THERE'S MORE?
This place is large and empty and I don't trust it
*calls elevator*
OH FUCK
SHIT SWRPENRINE SERPENTINE
LET ME IN
HOW DO I GET IN??
*dies* >:(
*pushes a bunch of cones off*
AIYEEEEEEEEE
GET IN
DON'T COME INTO THE ELEVATOR PLEASE
*sobbing* Am I almost there yet?
Oh I'm here HAHAAA
Oh damn
Ah yes, the view of everything I had to go through
*crying* scritchy scratchy carpet-
What is this website looking password
Come on cat let's sleep
Ohh clever secret door password
WHERE IS THE BLANKET
WAS IT THE PONCHO??
OH so the paint ISN'T my fault
Oh the poncho is a mission item :(
NOOO I DON'T WANNA GO OUTSIDE
FUCK A CHASE SEQUENCE
HOLY SHIT RUN JUMP PLEASE GO CAT GO
AAAHHHH
I'm fine B-12 this is only the second worst fall I've had
What is this nightmare
Why is this place big and empty
Holy shit Einstein?
Fuck you want me to go out there again
This sucks (affectionate)
SHINE THE UV LIGHT ON ME DOC HELP
YES GIVE ME THE LIGHT
God I gotta do everything for you robots
GET SMITE BITCH
Please don't be more Zurks
Oh god the Slums thank god
*runs around the Slums for a bit*
Bye everyone :(
Adventure with Momo? :D
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T COME WITH ME
GOD DAMMIT
Fuck I hate this place
EEEEE
*runs back and forth several times to clear out the Zurks*
Alright cool *opens door*
*more Zurks pour out* FUCK
*peeks right* Dead end
*peeks left* WHAT THE FUCK
IS THIS RESIDENT EVIL NOW
AIYEE DON'T SHAKE ON ME
RUN CAT RUN
DIE BITCHES
Oh god are those eyes on the walls?
HHHHHHHHHHH
Wait
No
No
I NEED TO PRESS BOTH BUTTONS?
FUCK GO CAT GO
*dies*
*game crashes*
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Most of the time, I kind of like Hodari. He's not exactly what I'd enjoy in a father figure, but I can tell he's trying.
But then there are days like this one, where I wonder what actually happened.
So, Hodari knows Naj and I are pretty close (Seriously. Smartest kid ever. I don't understand half of what she says, but I learn new stuff every time we chat.), and he apparently really messed up a conversation of his own and came to see if maybe she'd talk to me instead.
And you know, I was feeling sympathetic until I learned he'd asked Najuma where some dynamite went. And I wonder if he asked, or really accused her.
A master of his emotions, this one is not. I wish his wife was still around to whack some sense into him, because good grief.
But I told him I'd see what I could do, then went and sat down with Naj for a while. She was pretty upset when I asked her about it, but when I reiterated that I wasn't accusing her, she calmed down a bit. And honestly, she made a good point; why the heck would she need to steal dynamite? She can make the stuff!
Literally. The ingredients are right there in their workshop. She showed me.
So that begs the question of who did steal the dynamite. We haven't figured that out yet, but after chasing down Kenli to get a key to the one mineshaft that got closed down ages ago (I have a picture of it farther back, and yep. I was right about why it was closed down), I actually found the stuff at the end of the cave.
When I told Hodari where I found it, I swear, he looked like he was going to faint. So clearly I was very right about what that place is, and this idiot needs to talk to Chayne about all these bottled up feelings and grief and stuff. His knee-jerk reactions are going to make it so that when Naj grows up more, she just flat out leaves, and then where's he gonna be?
But at least this particular spat is over. He pulled his head out of his ass, and Najuma forgave him (she's a sweet kid like that.), and he also gave me a gold bar and a silver bar.
I still haven't found a use for the gold, but I keep hoarding it. I suspect it'll turn up eventually in something.... That said, the ore is really hard to find, stuck with either iron or copper like it is. So maybe it's just a lucky find, who knows?
Jel has mostly forgiven me for the cream, but he got his revenge, the sneak.
I told him I wanted to buy two, so he bought me the other one, and I just know he did that in revenge. The brat.
But now I have two pretty springblossom vases, so I'm pretty happy with the whole thing. The market's going to be up for a while, so maybe I'll get another bloom lantern, or another basket so the palcats stop fighting over the one in my room.
It can be funny, but I'm worried they'll knock my stuff off the cabinets, because naturally they get the zoomies right after someone else steals the basket...
Bah.
Oop, there's my boys. We're trying out a trio date tonight! Hopefully this works out well!
...I mean, I may also end up a pile of mush if they both say squishy things at me, but like... I'm not going to complain.
#palia#palia online#singularity 6#berry plays palia#palia journaling#palia game#palia journey#palia roleplaying#palia mmo
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good news everyone I. had a genius idea
#pinup charlie strikes again#catboy zoomies head stuck in wall#man leaning forward against wall ass out art reference google.com on incognito mode aaaand search#(there is nothing. if he sucks it's not my fault)#oops! got my head stuck in the wall 😳 oops... help me out?
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Runs In The Family, Part I: Hail Mary
Rating: M
Warnings: Catholic Guilt, Funerals, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse
Word Count: 871
Characters: Edward Nygma/The Riddler, Susan Nashton
Author's Note: This is not a light piece. Please read the warnings. This deals with Edward's childhood trauma, the death of a parent, and religious trauma. If you cannot handle this, please turn back.
For those who are still here, hello! I think Edward is NEAT. I must thank @waiting4codot for creating such a wonderful verse for Eddie (and I borrowed Jackie and Susan from him, oops), and for DC in general; his works were how I finally got into Batman/DC, after all. Otherwise, most of this is based off of personal headcanons and things I've explored with my partner when writing Eddie. I hope y'all enjoy!
Hail, Mary, full of grace.
Catholic Guilt.
By definition, Catholic guilt is the reported excess guilt felt by Catholics and lapsed Catholics. Guilt is a by-product of an informed conscience but "Catholic" guilt is often confused with scrupulosity. An overly scrupulous conscience is an exaggeration of healthy guilt. Of course, that’s a definition that would come from the mouth of a clergyman of the Church.
It happened on a Thursday morning. He’d been drinking his morning tea- a lovely earl grey that had been a gift from Ivy. It was a chilly morning, fall finally settling it’s gracious palms across the city of Gotham and cloaking it in an overcast sky with clouds so round they appeared pregnant with rain that threatened to fall. The leaves in the trees were changing- no longer pristine green but rather, taking on an orange and golden shade as the sunlight begins to fade and their source of nourishment leaves them starving. A smile curled his lips as he turned, sock clad feet barely making a sound- a sharp contrast to the sound of nails clacking against wooden floors. Boudica laid upon her tummy on the floor, panting after having run about the kitchen in a fit of zoomies. Cleopatra settled at his side, gazing up at him- waiting for orders.
His girls; oh, how he’d do anything for them.
He’d just sat his mug of tea down when his cell phone began to ring, a photo of Susan appearing on the screen. Brow furrowing, Edward reached over and snatched it up, answering quickly. Susan never called unless something was wrong- the last time had been to tell him that dear old dad was in the hospital. That had been over a year ago- and he’d been in and out and in and out, over and over again.
“To what do I owe-,” he pauses, listening to the way her breath catches in her throat. “Susu, what happened?”
“Eddie,” her voice trembles, warbles like a poor opera singer who hasn’t had time to warm up for opening night, “he’s gone.”
“Who’s gone? Your husband?” It doesn’t hit him at first, not really- not for a few beats.
“Dad.”
Silence on his end; sniffles on hers. Her voice is hoarse- she’d been crying for a while before calling him.
“When?” He softens his tone. His hands are going cold. Boudica whines from her spot on the floor after Cleo walks past her, not wanting to play. “When did he finally croak?”
“Eddie, don’t- don’t talk ‘bout him like that,” Susan protests weakly. A part of him feels bad for upsetting her further. Damn his mouth. “This mornin’, around five.”
A glance at the clock tells him that it’s been two hours and twenty seven minutes, then. Jackie Nashton was finally dead, at long last. “How’s mom?”
“Quiet. She doesn’t want to talk to anyone, not right now,” he can hear her walking on the other side, can hear the shuffle of her socks against the floor, the opening and closing of the door, before the sound of birdsong fills the background. Back porch, then. “We knew it was coming. He’s been going downhill the past few days. He… He asked for the Father to come in yesterday, shooed us all out the room.” She hiccups. Oh, she’s crying.
Susu is crying, and he can’t protect her from this pain. “Susan-” he begins, but for once the words escape him. He isn’t sorry. Jackie deserved this; he’d been an awful husband and an even worse father to both himself and her. “I’ll be down by this evening- tomorrow morning at latest.” The words are his own, yet he does not understand them. Why is he going? Not for the funeral. For Susan? Yes, for Susan. His baby sister.
“Okay,” her voice is meek, quiet. She used to talk the same way when she was little, after dad would yell at her for something that wasn’t her fault. “Love you, Eddie.”
“Love you, too, Susu.” He hangs up first, and sets his phone down. He can feel Boudica watching him as he walks to the back door, can hear Cleo’s soft ‘boof’ as he opens the door, questioning him. He closes the door behind himself and walks onto the back deck, studying the backyard. It’s a small plot of land- privacy on the outside of Gotham, surrounded by trees. If he drove thirty minutes southeast, he’d see the Wayne Estate’s great gates. Ten minutes to the northwest, he’d find himself in a suburb on the border of Gotham. Harvey Dent and Gilda Dent lived in those suburbs, even now.
Something builds in him, threatening to escape. His head tilts back as it begins to drizzle, the rain cold against his heated skin. His mouth opens, and a scream rips free of his throat- harsh enough that it hurts. He’s dead, he wants to cheer! But he can’t. He can’t, because the overwhelming feeling of grief settles over him like a wool blanket, suffocating him. He screams again after dragging in a jagged breath that makes his lungs ache from the burn of the cold, damp air.
Edward Nygma screams until he can’t, and then some more.
#m's scribbles#the riddler#edward nygma#edward nashton#dc fanfic#dc comics#batman rogues#tw: catholic guilt#tw: death
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bobashow ep5
I know its supposed to be mostly downhill from here but I g o t t a
l o l DIN'S SIGH
gotta say I relate to the hind-biter, T E E T H is also one of my first instrincts
ting-ting-ting! the SOUNDS the darksaber makes!!!! the way it is DIFFERENT from a lightsaber in not just color, but blade shape, the sound, the maker it is used--it's a perfect marriage of Jedi and Mando 🖤✨
Din fucking up trying to use it like a normal sword rip 💀 also WHAT??? WHAT????? NO, THAT PURE BESKAR PLATE ON HIS THIGH DID N O T JUST YIELD TO A FUCKING SABER IDC THAT IT'S THE DARKSABER THAT'S SOME BULLSHIT
oops.... hey at least he git ahead 🤣 but damn he looks h u r t
Din, baby, stop being a big dumb bubblegum, please, it's not a good look for you
*ancient aliens dude meme* 👐👐 h a l o
AN AWKWARD ELEVATOR SCENE
my inner costumer wants to pause every 2 seconds, crikey uuugghhhh
invisible ink!!!! Mando style
wondering if Paz or the Goran did the fingerprinting 🤔
ladders....this is why mandos have grappling capabilities, Din 🤦
the darksaber... it's.... so smol in Paz's hands....
this entire sequence is fuckin rushed 😑
mandalor is already laid to waste, the ppl scattered, Goran 🙄
Paz moving that forge pretty much by himself lmao Din "heeellllping"
I really truly do wish someone had just killed Gideon. fucker deserved a slow death but he'll probs get out or get like. Uber fancy prison. ugh
ah, Din, your naivete is showing, baby
huh. I'll miss the spear, but I get the Armorer's perspective of beskar being for armor, not weapons able to pierce beskar'gam
....honestly that recounting of Kryze's failure is surprisingly unbiased and accurate imo. a lil heavy emphasis on the creed but eh, she's entitled to her opinions
"oh, you gonna steal ya baby back? aight, I'm down to stick it to the jettise 😏 let's do this"
"oopff!" *falls into space* 😂
she's so wise 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Paz: it's a family heirloom
Din: mine now, binch, nyaahhh
💯 the sword's possessed, this is fueling Ideas
WHAT DID YOU EXPECT WOULD HAPPEN TO YOUR KNIFE PAZ????
ah, good ol' hamstringing lol
the saber should've been doing more damage to the surroundings 😑
srsly the Armorer is giving me big Mystical Quest Giving NPC vibes this episode. I love her so much.
ooohhhhhhhh MAN!!! the way she turns her back to him
l m a o disarming for the flight 😂 its even funnier than I anticipated 🤣
BUT THEY LET HIM KEEP THE JETPACK 🤣🤦
kiddo!!!! adorable. love that Rodian bab
the present 🥺 is so t i n y 🥺
BABY DROID!!! lmmaaaaooooo mini droid army
and PEEELLLIIIIIIIIIII she's terrifying with blaster and not in a good way 😬
strongly believe R5 is Obi-Wan's old droid. or was that R4...??.?. 🤔 and BD is Kal's 😌
"what is this a, democracy???
WHAT TF WAS THAT CRITTER!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
she's LITERALLY a mechanic, I love it (I know bc I worked in automotive)
love....that's not a ship 🤦 Din's looking for a camper van, not a midlife crisis coupe 😂😂😂
(ngl we had a model of that you could put a rocket engine in and send into the sky then parachute down)
"this is a classic!" *CLUNK* can confirm, that's a classic (aka a project car)
THE ENTIRE JAWA BIT
PELI SPEAKING A JAWA TRADE LANGUAGE
"FURRY"
can confirm if you let you ride sit for even a month it will probably have critters aaaallll up in it
WHY THE FUCK DO I KNOW WHAT SHE'S TALKING ABT WITH THE MODIFICATIONS
lol Din, they're j a w a s. gutsy is like their collective middle name
s h i n y 👁👄👁
STILL NO CREW CABIN IN THAT BIRD, DIN, HOW YOU GONNA LIVE OUTTA THAT????
also this is 💯 Mando S3E1 😑 I came here for B O B A F E T T
SHE PUT A HOOD CARB ON A SPACECRAFT
....I really wanna drive it thru that canyon
lol, skeered a womp rat
RODIAN BABBY!!!!
Din got a case of the zoomies lol
lololololololololol HE KEEPS GETTING PULLED OVER
FUCKING L M A O
"wizard"
SURPRISE FENNEC!
I'm simping SO fucking hard
THAT S M I R K!!!!!
THAT W A L K!!!!!
she's so hot 😩🥵🤤
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S/O is a potion maker and skeleton bro’s know this and one day s/o mixes up the drinks and the potions and when one of the skeletons come down to grab a drink they drink the potion and turn into a cat, but s/o promises that they’ll turn back in a hour (there potions aren’t that strong
Since I’m allergic to cats, would I be allergic to myself if I was turned into one? Or would I be allergic to people 🤔
Sans: whelp, guess it’s time for a catnap. (He sleeps the whole hour)
Sans was turned into a cream Scottish fold
Papyrus: after his initial freak out, he settles for following you around just in case something goes wrong. If he’s not too heavy, he’ll ride on your shoulder for the whole hour. Of course this ends badly when he turns back. Oops
Papyrus was turned into the classic American shorthair tabby
Star: he’s surprisingly not worried. star as a cat has the ZOOMIES. He’s enjoying his catlike agility, and will basically pull off crazy stunts the whole hour.
Star got turned into a small pale spotted bengal
Honey: he’s the fluffiest cat of all the boys. Just poof everywhere. He totally uses this as an excuse to get some cuddles. Honey immediately plops down on your lap, and since he is a cat, you’re legally not allowed to move him.
Honey is a orange Persian rag doll cross (and he’s hella fluffy)
Red: like star, he has a bad case of the zoomies, but it’s because he’s freaking out over everything. Cat red is even more high strung than normal red. Every loud noise and sudden movement makes him basically backflip. He’s gonna be pissed off when he comes back
He was turned into a grey Manx
Edge: get ready for an hour of SCREAMING. Edge is ranting his heart out right now, but since he’s a cat, the only thing you’re hearing is angry yowling. Good luck
Edge was turned into a regal Norwegian forest cat, he has three large scars across his left eye
Mal: he spends the whole hour hiding from you and cash. There’s no way he’s letting anyone take advantage of him. Any cameras and phones will be attacked on sight
Mal is a sleek Siamese cat. He sports a small scar over his right eye
Cash: ok he’s low key freaking out at first, but then he realizes all the prank potential here! He goes out and does some really questionable sh*t during his hour as a cat. Later you find he’s trending on reddit. Cash considers this one of his proudest moments
Cash is a pretty grey rag doll
Oak: this is too weird for him to deal. Like sans, oak is gonna pass out for an hour
Oak is a large black Scottish fold. He’s missing his right ear
Willow: he’s really stressed and trying to keep busy. During his hour, he talks to you like he normally does, so all you hear is this never ending cascade of mews.
Willow is a massive Maine coon. He has multiple little scars on his muzzle
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✎!!! Sasamu and Elliot time!!!
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Elliot had no idea Zero was like, actually heavy. He thought that little mechanic mongrel was half balloon or something with its big head and magical core-thingy. When he once tried to pick Zero up after said mammet got lodged in a closing door, he quickly discovered that he was not going to comfortably transport him. So Zero ends up on a trolley that Elliot stole from the factory. Zero is probably really into the zoomy fast wheels now, oops.
Sasamu was antsy and Elliot was antsy so instead of drinking tea and bobbing their legs at each other, they went for a walk around the neighborhood with their teacups. At some point Elliot put his cup down on a fence post when he needed his hands to get a windblown leaf out of Samu's hair. Then he forgot the teacup there. It's an inside joke now to bring it up.
One time Elliot took Sasamu into one of the big Ishgardian theatres while it was closed so she could get the experience of holding the heavy curtains aside and striding across the stage. They put on mismatching costume hats and cloaks as they meandered backstage.
Elliot has too many candles so he gives one to Samu w a seashell in it. Instead of like, melting it to get the seashell out, she picks it free like a little archeologist. Cue, “ok i thought abt doing that too but then politeness brain took over. good for u”
They try that poetry technique where you cut each line onto a strip of paper and reorganize them for different effects, except they get bored and sidelined of it so they end up making bracelets and paper chains out of the strips. :>
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