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Breaking Point

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Have you ever wanted Sun and Moon to stop you from killing yourself? well that's what this is

warnings: self harm, suicide attempt, mentions of an eating disorder

Breath.

In.

Out.

Another sting of pain, the blood gathered in the sink was starting to look like a pool that you could drown in.

Just one more. You said the five cuts ago and you know that's a lie. With every cut you are convincing yourself this was stopping you from turning the blade and just ending it. Each one going dangerously deeper and deeper and despite what you tell yourself you can't stop.

Your alarm goes off snapping you out of it, you had a lot of damage control to do before work. Setting the blade aside you did your best to clean up leaving bandaging your arms for last. You deserve this, you told yourself, you can't keep anyone in your life they all leave and that means there is something wrong with you. Maybe one day you'll find out what's so off putting about you that eventually makes everyone hate you, if you aren't dead first.

Once you got everything cleaned up and into your work uniform you took a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were still puffy from crying on and off all night, your hair disheveled and frankly you looked like you felt, like a zombie. You straightened yourself up as best you could before hurrying out the door to work.

Once you arrived you sat in the parking lot, music blaring, giving yourself a few minutes before you had to be a person. Even in the day the neon lights from the building made your skin glow highlighting every imperfection that you've so lovingly had pointed out recently. Luckily it was cold enough that you could wear a long sleeve covering up most of the bandages. You shook your head to clear out the thoughts and flicked your hands a few times like flicking off water to compose yourself before heading in.

Everything was so much more overwhelming inside as usual so you made a beeline for the office. Once in the office you tucked your bag in a corner out of eye sight and secured your hat reading ‘security’. Thankfully there was a radio on the charger in this office, grabbing it you clocked in and announced your arrival on the radio. It cracked for a few seconds before Vanessa's voice came through. “Good morning Y/N, go ahead and make your way to the daycare, we're gonna need you there all day.” You made a face at that. You didn't dislike the daycare attendant, in fact you were quite fond of him, but he can be a bit much especially when you are running on empty.

“Copy that.” You called back and clipped the radio to your belt. With a sigh you started on your way to the daycare. There were no tunnels leading to the daycare so you had to weave your way through the crowds to get there. Every bump against your arms reminded you how little you mattered to anyone, you are just a spec in the grand scheme of things that no one would miss. Your fake smile held up great as you gave out ‘excuse me's’ like candy to patrons who can barely acknowledge your existence.

Making it to the daycare doors you leaned your head against it and steadied your breathing before cracking it open and slipping in silently. Sitting down at the desk you scanned the daycare as you reached for your stash of sundrops. Sun was having a tea party at the moment doing a great job of pretending to drink. Thankfully the daycare wasn't super busy so hopefully today would be easy. When Sun spotted you his grin grew and he waved aggressively before bounding over to the counter. “Y/N! Y/N! Oh how I've missed you!” Despite his protocol not letting him on the other side of the desk it didn't stop him from leaning entirely over it. He was practically in your face with his chin in his hands, his elbows not resting on anything, and if you looked behind him you'd see his feet kicking behind him.

You smiled and put your hand on his cheek pushing him away. “Hi sunny, how are you?” He jumped up excitedly and then sat back down on your desk. “Oh im fazerrific! Absolutely splendid on this fine day. I just got back from this lovely tea party, you would not believe it.” He put his hand on his cheek and flapped his other as he spoke. Kids had already gathered around your desk to watch him talk about his day as his stories were always so animated. You sucked on the sundrop as you listened, giving an ‘Ooh’ and ‘Ahh’ where appropriate. “How are you?” He finally asked when finished. He also finally took in your appearance, smiling faltering a bit as he looked you up and down. “Im fazerrific.” You cringed as the words came out of your mouth but you knew the kids would love it, and they did. Sun made a face that was clear he didn't believe you but there were kids pulling at him to get him to go play so he obliged. As soon as he was gone you let your shoulders slump as you logged into the computer. You pulled up a few reports to read so you looked busy hoping to not be disturbed.

A few hours and three more sundrops later you had a kid standing as close to you as possible without being behind the desk. “Can I help you?” you asked slowly turning to look at the kid. “Whatcha doing?”

“Just some work on the computer.” You looked at her puzzled.

“That's cool. Have you, have you heard that the longest dinosaur is the Arge argentin tosaurus (Argentinosaurus) and it's like 4 fire trucks long.”

“That's pretty cool.” You have no idea what dinosaur this kid is talking about but she seems happy.

“Yeah and there were a bunch of different dinosaurs and they sounded like,” she attempted a roar, “and there were some that were really really fast.”

“Yeah? How fast?.” She ran off to the arts and crafts table and back.”That that fast.”

“That's really cool.” You tried your best to smile genuinely for her. “Anyway, do you want to draw with me?” Before you could answer she grabbed your arm and started pulling you to the arts and crafts tables. A hiss of pain escaped your lips at the contact, thankfully the kid didn't notice. Sun noticed despite being on the other side of the daycare, his eyes followed you worry falling across his expression. He knew he couldn't ask you about it now though, kids are too nosy for their own good. He could feel the worry radiating off of Moon as well despite his other half being quiet and it made it worse. His leg was bouncing with anxiety as it was all he could do about it at the moment.

Plopping down at a chair much too small for you, you looked at the craft table before you. It was a disaster to say the least, glitter glue and paint was caked on the table, all kinds of supplies were still scattered across the table, kids had even managed to draw on the chairs. The little girl grabbed a paper and some crayons and started drawing, pausing for a moment to pull out a toy dinosaur and set it in front of her. You reached for a piece of paper as well but when it was in front of you you realized this section of the table had too much caked on it to be able to draw here, sighing you stood up. “It's kinda messy over so I’m going to clean up a bit while you get started.” The little girl didn’t look up but nodded. You picked up a rubber band and put it around your wrist snapping it a few times trying to figure out where to start. Grabbing the things of glitter glue and paint first you closed them to not make more of a mess and made your way to the cupboard they live in. There's a faint jingling behind you and you hear as Sun starts to say “Wait” but it's too late as you’ve already opened it.

Craft supplies tumble down around your feet, almost the entire contents of the cupboard where now scattered. Standing there mouth agape you realize how fucking stupid you are, couldn’t you see that it was bursting at the seams not to be opened? Look at the fucking mess you made that you’ll now have to spend all day cleaning up, your a slob and a fuck up just like everyone has been telling you you where just too fucking stupid to see it. Sun had made his way over. “Oh no no no what a mess!” You recoil at his words, dropping what you’d been holding. “Are you alright sunbeam?” He asks as he picks you up and sets you away from the mess. “Fine.” You were still staring at the mess not fully aware of your surroundings. You knew you needed to clean this up but didn’t know where to start. “I should have cleaned up our crafts already. I just got so caught up in playing with the kids. So stupid.” He mumbled out that last part like he didn’t mean to say it out loud, a part of your brain knew he wasn’t talking about you but you weren’t able to focus on that part. It echoed in your mind, Sun called you stupid, he agreed with everyone else you are just a shit stain on society everyone would just be better off if you where fucking dead. You snapped the rubberband against your wrist, it hurt colliding perfectly with one of your fresh wounds. You deserve it though. You snapped it again and again, you justify it saying you are grounding yourself trying to get back to reality, but you know you deserve the pain.

Snap.

You realized Sun had started cleaning up the mess on his own, you’re so stupid you can't even clean up your own messes. Snap. You began helping Sun, not paying attention to him telling you that you didn’t have to help. Your head was very much not in the cleaning, you were spiraling worse and worse, today just couldn’t give you a break things just had to keep going wrong. Snap. Sun looked over at you, perplexed. He took note of the bandages peeking out from your sleeves and watched as you snapped the rubber band again, it landing right across the bandages. “Sunbeam?” You barely heard him, you were focused too much on trying to clean. You pulled the rubber band back to snap it again but before it could make contact a metal finger hooked around it and carefully removed the rubber band from your wrist. You looked up at Sun, he looked sad or maybe concerned you couldn’t tell, regardless it was misplaced. He should be angry, you deserve him being angry at you. “Why don’t you go take a break sunbeam, I can finish cleaning up.” Sun gave you a warm smile that's supposed to be comforting but you can only see anger in it even if there is no anger behind it. “Ok.” It came out quieter than you ment, like you were trying to hide from something. You turned to the main doors, movements more robotic then the actual robot in the room.

Once out of the daycare you made your way into the bathroom quickly making your way into a stall. Your breathing became unsteady as you tried to keep from crying. You felt so fucking stupid, how could you let this happen? You know on its own making a mess is not that big of a deal but everything has been happening too close together. Maybe your roommates were right, maybe you are super manipulative and you gaslight people just like your parents did to you. It's not that far of a stretch, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree after all. You told yourself your whole life you would never end up like them you couldn’t, you couldn’t put anyone else through what you've been through. The worst part is you don’t even know what of your actions are wrong, you don’t know what you are doing that's gaslighting or manipulation and no one will tell you. Of course they won't if you are being abusive to someone they have no obligation to tell you what you did wrong, but how will you know what you need to fix? They won’t ever tell you and you can’t turn out like your parents you can’t you can’t. You can’t even talk to anyone about it, everyone you know is stressed about something to the point they don’t have time for you, no one ever has time for you. You are all alone in this shitty shitty world and you can’t do anything to fix it.

With each statement you dug your blade into your thigh. More cuts, more reminders of how stupid and off putting you are. You can’t make friends, you always say something weird that makes everyone leave. You aren’t worth anything. You are so alone in this stupid fucking world and you deserve it. You deserve all the pain. You deserve all the abuse you got. You will never be worth anything. Deeper and deeper the blade goes, it's easier to go deeper on your thighs, there is more meat there. More of this stupid fucking flesh that you don’t deserve. You should carve a piece out, maybe someone would actually enjoy your company if you were willing to carve off pieces of yourself for them. At this point you’d carve out your own heart and serve it to someone on a silver platter if it meant they more than tolerated you for even a second.

At some point you had grabbed a wad of toilet paper and were soaking up the blood. There was so much blood, too much. You really fucked up this time. Did you finally go deep enough? Deep enough to fix the fuck up that is your whole life. There were five new deep cuts on your thigh, did you make it to the muscle this time? You couldn’t tell, they were deeper than you've ever gone before. You wadded up some toilet paper and pressed it firmly against your thigh, you had to stop the bleeding as you had to get back to work soon. Not that it mattered no one would miss you, you could kill yourself in this bathroom and no one would care. You took one of the bandages off your arm and wrapped it around your leg as it needed it more.

After leaving the stall you went to the sink and splashed water on your face trying to collect yourself. You looked worse then when you got here this morning but that's nothing new. You debated throwing up before going back, not that there was much food in your stomach to throw up. You decided against it and made your way back to the daycare. You slipped in as quietly as possible and slumped down at your desk debating curling up under it and trying not to exist. The mess had indeed been cleaned up though how well that cupboard was organized you had no idea. It looked to be just about nap time as Sun was ushering kids to the mats in the naptime corner. None of the kids appeared to be tired though so he was struggling a bit. You thought about helping him but in your state you would not be of much use. You ended up putting on your headphones and turning on some music trying to drown out a mix of the children screaming and the thoughts still racing in your mind.

Sun finally got all the kids gathered into the nap time corner just in time for the lights to flick off. Despite all his best efforts some of the kids were still terrified by Moon so there were a few screeches when the two swapped places. Moon always did his best to do damage control but some kids just weren't having it. The promises of moondrops usually helped but it appeared like there were still a handful of kids who didn’t want to take a nap today. You had zoned out staring at a wall, not like there was much to do during naptime, so you didn’t notice the approach of the animatronic. Moon moved a headphone off your ear which made you jump. “Naughty naughty, you know you aren’t supposed to have headphones on on the clock.” You knew he was teasing you but still you muttered out an apology and removed them. He cocked his head at the action not being used to you looking like a puppy that just got kicked. He extended his hand to you and you tentatively took it. “Nap.” It wasn’t a question, it was more a statement that he thought you needed a nap. He wasn’t wrong, you did need a nap as you hardly slept, but you weren’t supposed to be sleeping on the job. You couldn’t argue with him though once he had his mind made up about something it was near impossible to change it.

He led you carefully to the nap corner, taking care to be gentle around your wrist. He may not know the nature of your injury but he did know you were hurt. Once in the nap corner he sat down criss-cross applesauce and motioned for you to lay down on his lap. It was always a tad weird being so intimate with him and Sun. You knew there wasn't any sexual intent with it unlike most humans, but it still made you blush a little. Despite being an animatronic his lap was always so comfy, they had silicon skin so as to be more gentle with the kids, and you are pretty sure Moon’s pants were stuffed like a pillow. Shifting a little and pulling down your sleeve more on your unbandaged arm you got comfortable on him. He started combing his fingers through your hair and his music box started playing a soft tune. You let out a content hum and ended up falling asleep quicker than usual.

Once he was sure you were asleep Moon carefully pulled up your sleeve seeing how far up the bandage goes, he made a face and carefully put your sleeve back. He glanced to the other and saw that the bandages were missing, he reached for it even more carefully as he wanted to know what had hurt his starlight. He paused on seeing the splotchy scabs and dried blood specling your arm, it looked pretty bad. As carefully as he could he pulled your sleeve back farther, exposing more blood and some of the offending wounds. His breath caught in his throat, some of the wounds had reopened since you had taken the bandage off so there was fresh blood staining your arm. While he was not programmed to deal with this severe of an injury he knew what the methodical cuts on your arm ment, you had done this to yourself, and he knew your other arm was just as bad if not worse. What were they supposed to do in this situation? Their starlight was hurting themself, recently, and some of the wounds looked deep enough that you should have gone to the hospital. Panic gripped at him, this would explain why you’ve been acting so off recently. But how? And why? Why would you hurt yourself this badly? Even the concept of hurting oneself was an odd one to him, but especially his starlight. How do they even go about talking to you about this? Would you even talk to either of them? You should you're their best friend, why wouldn’t you? Moon carefully pulled your sleeve back down before his panic got worse. Sun was all but hyperventilating, was he not there for you enough? What more did he need to do? Moon was trying his best to calm his other half even though his mind was racing trying to figure out what to do.

When you woke up you felt worse than before, dreams during a nap are always awful. There were no kids left in the nap corner and the lights were back on. You cursed yourself for sleeping for so long, a thought crossed your mind. There were no kids here nor would there be any more for the rest of the day, you could kill yourself right here and no one would find you for awhile. But you couldn’t do that to Sun and Moon, they can’t be the ones to find your body. Before you realized it you had made up your mind to kill yourself today, you didn’t know when but it had to be today. You emerged from the nap corner very slowly, scared your decision would be shown on your face. The little girl from earlier came running up to you as soon as she saw you. “Look! look!” She held out her drawing from earlier. “Dinosaur!” It very much did not look like a dinosaur but you forced a smile anyway. “That looks fantastic, how’d you get so good at art?” She ignored your question. “It’s for you.” She shoved the drawing into your hands and ran off. You almost started crying, kids are so odd with the weirdest and yet best timing. You smiled, genuinely, for the first time today as you made your way back to your desk where you displayed the art. The smile didn’t last long though as you began to feel terrible for feeling happy when you know you are going to kill yourself later. It started a spiral again.

Sun skipped his way over to you when he saw you. “Sunbeam! How was your nap?” He never seemed to run out of energy despite dealing with kids all day. “Eh.” You shrugged, you didn’t want to tell him how awful that nap made you feel but you couldn’t fully lie to him either. His smile turned into a frown briefly and you felt a twinge of guilt for making him sad. “Do you need anything?” He sounded more serious with the question than you expected. “No no I’m fine, thanks.” Sun made a hum and his rays spun around his head like he was thinking. “How about you join us for storytime!” You sighed, you didn’t really want to interact with the kids right now even though technically it’s your job. Sun saw your hesitancy and deflated a little which made you feel even more guilty. “Sure I guess I can.” You wanted to make him at least a little happy since this was going to be your last day. He could tell your heart wasn’t in it, though he didn’t say anything about it. He took your hand and led you to the circle the kids had formed. You will admit with Sun previously being the theater animatronic watching him tell stories was always entertaining.

The rest of the day flew by with little incident though your thoughts continued to spiral. You convinced yourself that trying to make Sun happy right now was manipulation since you would also be making him sad later, that is if he found out. Sun had basically glued himself to your side and you are sure he would literally do that if given the chance. As the kids got picked up you were having a harder time keeping up that fake smile. ‘Only a little longer’ you told yourself. Scratching at your arm you tried to hold your consciousness here if only for a bit longer. When the last kid got picked up you felt anxiety bubbling in your chest. This was supposed to be calming, the thought of not being alive any more, so why were you filled with dread? As soon as the kid was out you nearly ran for the exit, you couldn’t stand the thought of having to pretend around him any longer. You heard panic in his voice as he called out to you as you ran through the door, it only made your panic worse. You made it to the back office where your stuff was and clocked out. You decided to stay in the building until the doors closed so that way cops or an ambulance couldn’t get to you early. You debated if that was the reason the door closed in the first place. You wandered the Plex for a bit before deciding on a place to hide and wait.

Confusion and panic filled Sun as he saw in the system that you had clocked out but hadn’t left the building. The only time you stayed after clocking out was to hang out with them, besides the plex is closing soon so there's nothing for you to do. “Oh what to do, what to do.” He muttered to himself as he paced in the daycare. If he was able to leave the daycare he would have followed you, but his protocol won’t let him. Moon assured him that when the lights go out if you are still in the building he will go look for you. They may not know much about depression and self harm but they do know it can lead to suicide if left untreated, and based on your state today you didn’t seem very farm from that option. Not that either of them saw it as an option nor did they fully understand why someone would want to kill themself, but they did know that you were hurting right now and needed help.

You dozed off a few times, you think. You had ended up hiding in one of the tunnels that connect the attractions and had wedged yourself into a hole in the wall. Your phone reads the time 12:56. Crawling out of your hiding spot you reassured yourself that you are doing the right thing. After all, no one wants you around, no one cares about you. You are just a piece of human garbage, if you could even call yourself a human. The tunnels were probably the best place to do this anyway, no one will find you until the morning and no guest will have the chance of finding you. You sat yourself down against a wall pulling up your sleeves and undid the remaining bandages. You stared at the damage you had caused on yourself, your arms hardly looked like that of a person any more. You had mangled them beyond recognition and you planned to do more. You sat there breathing for a little, trying to psych yourself up to do this, you've always been a pussy when it comes to the idea of death. You retrieved your blade from your pocket studying it a bit, this little object has caused so much damage, spilled so much blood maybe it would finally get a break after this too. You put the blade against your arm vertically digging the tip in. This caused a new wave of panic and your breathing became erratic. You knew you had to just get it over with or else you’d chicken out again and make the world worse by your existence. You closed your eyes and dug the blade in farther, it hurt but you deserve this, you deserve every ounce of pain you have caused yourself. You began dragging the blade, the warmth of your blood was comforting against the cold metal.

You were no longer aware of your surroundings, too absorbed in what you were doing to notice or care about anything. That's why the cold metal hand grabbing yours was such a shock. You jumped pulling the blade more with it catching on something that hurt a lot. You whimpered in pain as your eyes met the glowing red panicked ones of Moon. He wasn’t supposed to be here, it wasn’t one already, was it? Regardless he was here in front of you and he had caught you in the act. You pulled the blade away from your arm and set it on the floor as if that would make it less apparent what you were doing. “M-moon, I-I” you didn’t know what to say, there was nothing you could say that would change what he saw. You pulled away from him, thankfully he didn’t have a strong hold on your hand. You scooched away from him as far as you could pushing yourself into a corner and curled into a ball. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” you mumbled a repeated apology. Moon moved to be within arms reach of you while still giving you space. “Oh my starlight..” He sounded so sad, he must be so disappointed that you didn’t just finish it. You continue mumbling an apology. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m so fucking stupid, I should have just finished it I’m sorry I’m sorry I know I don’t deserve to keep living I’m just a stupid waist of oxygen.” The more you let apologies roll off your tongue the more of your thoughts from the day came spilling out with it, you didn’t mean to dump this all on him like this you are just making it worse. You are sure if you let it all come out he’ll hate you even more by the end. You brought your hand up to your mouth and bit down on it hard to stop the constant flow of words. He started running a hand through your hair and shushing you. “Shh you’re ok my starlight.” You leaned into his touch, tears falling freely from your eyes. His other hand came up to your arm pulling gently trying to release your hand from the grasp of your mouth. You let go of your hand letting him take it in his. He turned your hand palm up examining the damage as the words began flowing from your mouth again.

“I just- I’m just such a fucking mess, I-I can’t do anything right I break everything I touch. I’m just like my parents I fucking hurt everyone around me. I can’t be like them, I can't, I can't, I can’t let myself hurt anyone the way they hurt me.” Moon removed his hand from your head and reached for a nearby first aid kit. “Besides I’m to fucking stupid to do anything right, I fuck up everything. I can’t even keep friends around. I’m too fucking weird and, and off putting and eventually they all find out I’m a piece of f-fucking shit. I’m so fucking selfish and manipulative and I some how accidentally gaslight everyone without even knowing how.” Moon made a disapproving face at what you are saying. He began carefully cleaning around your wounds as he listened. “I’m just going to be fucking lonely forever I can’t make friends and I can’t keep friends, theres no fucking point. I can’t even talk to anyone about any of what I'm going through because even when people will talk to me, everyone is always going through something so much worse and so much more important. And I just have to sit here and suffer all alone and when I do get to talk to anyone about anything I’m too much what I’m going through is too much and I’m selfish for even asking for someone to listen to me.” Moon paused and looked at you. “We are your friends, are we not?” You looked up at Moon and stared for a second as he caught you off guard with the question.

“I-I wouldn’t think you would consider me a friend, I’m just a dumb coworker who makes a mess of everything and can’t even clean up after myself. I’m just too fucking stupid to exist as a person.” Moon resumed cleaning and bandaging your arm. “Of course we consider you our friend starlight. And if you are referring to earlier today that mess is on Sun as he was supposed to organize that cupboard weeks ago and should have cleaned up arts and crafts himself. He made the choice to clean it up on his own and let you go to break it does not speak of you as a person.” He had a point and there was logic there you couldn’t argue with. “But..” Moon finished with your one arm and moved to the next, cutting you off. “We are always going to be here for you starlight, you will never be too much to handle, nor should you ever have to push your emotions aside for us or anyone else.” He reached up and cupped your cheek. “You are so important to us starlight, don’t ever forget that.” He finished bandaging your arm and looked you up and down. “Are there any others?” You looked away and pulled back slightly, guilt and shame eating at you for making them worry about you. “My thighs are pretty bad too.” You mumbled. Moon hummed and picked you up and started making his way to the daycare. You leaned into his chest mumbling more apologies to which he shushed you.

You made it back to the daycare just in time for the lights to turn back on. The way they shift from one to another always amazes. Sun nuzzled his face into the top of your head. “I’m so glad you are ok sunbeam, I was so worried about you.”

“Ok is an over statement i think alive fits better, but I’m sorry for worrying you.” You’d shrink away if you could but there was nowhere to go. You don’t like it when people are worried about you. You thought Sun was going to set you down but instead he called down the hook and carried you up to their room. Once in their room Sun laid you on a makeshift bed of blankets and stuffies. “Would you let me bandage up your legs sunbeam?” You thought about it for a moment, you already felt bad that they had to see your arms but you could probably use the help. You hummed in agreement and shimmied your pants off. The cuts on your thigh were all on the outer part of your thigh so you shifted towards your side a bit. Sun whimpered like it hurt him to see you hurt. He moved around the room gathering supplies which did include clean bandages and alcohol wipes but also contained stickers, fun bandaids, and an assortment of candy. As he pulled off the old bandage it pulled up at some of the scabs that had formed, you winced at the feeling. Sun’s rays retracted a bit but continued. With the bandages removed he could see the depth of these even with the blood making its way out of the reopened wounds. “Oh geez oh golly I don’t know if what we have here will be enough for these.”

“It’s fine I’ve never used more than just bandages on them, they just tend to scar a bit weird.” These cuts were deeper than most but you had always been fine before so you should be fine now. Sun frowned and started fumbling with the colorful band aids making a few makeshift wound closure strips. He did his best to clean and close the wounds on your leg. When he was done bandaging your leg he put a colorful band aid on top of your leg bandage and both of your arms. He also began adorning your face in stickers which made you start giggling. “There’s that smile I’ve been missing.” He offered out the candy and you chose your favorite. You looked at the candy and mused, “I think this is the first thing I’ve eaten all day,” before plopping the candy in your mouth. Sun gasped. “That won’t do, that won’t do at all.” He ran off and started gathering what food he could find. He sat back down in front of you and encouraged you to eat a bunch of the snacks he found. When you had eaten enough to make Sun happy you stretched and curled up in the bed, you were stuck here all night and had to sleep at some point. Sun tucked you in and piled a bunch of stuffies around you. “Do you need the lights off to go to sleep?” You smiled up at him. “I’m ok with whatever.” You started to slip into slumber. “Thank you, both of you.”

#daycare attendant #fnaf #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #this is a vent fic but hey lets not think about that

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mcverse · 1 year

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Hi can i ask a scenario wherein how would the sakamaki brothers react to a guy asking yui for a date and she says yes *bcs a sakamaki × yui were having an arguement*.

Oh look, there’s one of my vitals organs on the floor… I guess I laughed too much???

Yui! Reader dead.

The person she dared to even accept is dead.

It’s not meant to be funny but I can’t help it !!! You know what they are and what they can do. 🙃🙃

Okay but maybe I’m being to quick to assume, it could be plausible it’s anything but death… for some! Let’s see how this plays out cuz idon even know yet

Reminder: The boys (+ Mukami bros) are cute ngl and have moments of genuine affection and adoration toward reader (not really Yui! Reader — same difference tho) but they are very deadly, and that’s what I based this post off. Actually, it’s what I base all my dialovers posts off.

Pairing: Yui! Reader x a Sakamaki Brother

Type: Scenario

Word count: 3.2K

Warning: Death, Jealousy, Possessive, Insecurities, Yandere-ish??, Yui! Reader being self sabotage maybe, torture, not spell checked

Side bar: If you can’t tell, I love dark humor. You’ve been warned. Also this is definitely a x reader blog only, so I made the post to represent that. I didn’t want to not do the post cause the ask was really good! Some are longer than others, I got way ahead of myself. Subaru is kinda shorter cuz it’s hard to write him :/

Like always, characters are aged up appropriately!

Yui! Reader dating anyone but a Sakamki brother

Shu Sakamaki

You were a nuisance. A tiny, insignificant spec inside his world all because of that man couldn’t stop scheming. The existence of you has caused so much trouble—so many anomalies—he lost count after a while.

A human girl who couldn’t leave well enough alone. One that couldn’t obey, know right from wrong despite knowing all the facts and yet still being clueless. You made his life very difficult. He proved it to you time and time again.

Yet here he was, very out of character as he stood over your broken body. The feeling from earlier upon hearing the rumor of you leaving for someone else only now left his body. He felt like he wasn’t in control of his body during what he was doing to you.

He felt every emotion under the sun screaming at him loudly, blocking the noise of his music through his headphone. It was infuriating; he just wanted to relax. Do nothing and relax… Not break your fucking legs.

But what’s done is done.

He no longer felt this unwelcome discomfort in his chest when he saw you standing near another. It wasn’t him then. He was someone else, someone mad, someone crazy infatuated.

Shu has never been one to like someone.

So where did he fuck up?

Why did he fuck up?

He was always calm, calculated. The man he was today was driven by pure rage. Your screams in agony were music to his ears, better than any of the songs he enjoyed. Your pain, your scrunched up face and screaming, it was because of him. All because of his touch.

That thought alone satisfied him as he came down from his high, expression back to its blank slate, unreadable. He scuffs as your sound turns to whimpers and at your weak attempts to crawl away. It was almost cute… almost.

Bending down, he grips one of you legs causing a whale to leave you. Your hand instantly goes to his arm to stop him. He shakes it off him effortlessly, starring intensely at your face as he yanks you to him, you are now face to face.

With a tilt of his head, he smirks, “This is your mistake. For meddling in my life… take responsibility as I drain you of everything.” He grabs your hair, yanking back your head, “The only thought in your head should be giving yourself to me.” he finishes with the sinking of his teeth in your throat.

Reiji Sakamaki

Honestly, he thought he kneeded you into the perfect pet. At this point you should know better. His teachings should have gotten you into shape, but here you are once again being disobedient. Oh, how he detested that part of you. This hurts you more than him.. perhaps you like it?

Without missing a beat, when you arrive home he calls you to his office. This insolence has to be put to rest. You have soiled his family name, much less his pride though he would never tell.

This rumor, even though it was just that, was disgraceful. And it spread, reaching his ears. As if you would be with the trash that litter these halls. Who did they think they were compared to him. They were nothing, that’s what. You knew this. So why would you think it was okay?

Yes, it brings him great satisfaction when he saw you close in on yourself under his gaze, body trembling in fear. At least your body knows his touch, your mind still seemed to show some resistance. No worries, Reiji considers himself a excellent teacher. He was never one to give up, no matter the challenge.

“I don’t wanna hear your excuses…” he starts, getting up from his seat. On his way over to you, he grabs a cup filled with liquid and stands in front of you, pushing it towards you, “Drink this.”

Scared, you shake your head already knowing it’s something bad. You remember the last time he gave you something, the nightmares are everlasting.

Reiji inhales deeply, frowning down at you, “Drink it or I’ll shove it down your throat. I’ll be anything but gentle.” Again he pushes it to you, this time settling it in your hands after his threat weighed heavy in the air.

Cautiously you take a sip, tasting a honey dew hibiscus blend before swallowing the rest. You hand him the empty cup after, noticing no effect. It confused you, was that simply tea?

You’re question was answered shortly after when your eyes felt heavy and your body light as air. You stumbled into Reiji’s arms loosely, looking at him through blurry vision. The last thing you see is him smiling.

…

When you came to, you found you were strapped to a chair, in what looked to be the dungeon. How could you forget? You had the worst happen to you here, a shiver travels down your spine when you think about it.

“You’re up.” Reiji, a voice you’ll never forget, spoke behind you. You tried to turn to see him, but it was difficult. He chuckles are you attempt, walking around you to face you. Your eyes immediately notice a cloth bag in his gloved hands, the bottom cut open.

“What’s that for?” You squeeze out, heartbeat picking up.

“A lesson.” was all he said when he forces it over your head till it hang around your neck. He pulls away to walk around you again, making noise behind you. Then you heard a squeak. Your breath stills.

Please tell me that’s not a—

Reiji comes back into view, holding a rat in front of your face. It was mid size, black and ugly. You were going to cry, already feel the tears pool at your eyes.

“Reiji, please!” You shake your head, thrashing around in the chair.

He clicks his tongue, “Bad girls get punished.” He holds the bag in one hand and the rat in the holder. Inch by inch the rat gets closer to your face, thrashing in Reiji hand not liking the harsh treatment just like you.

A scream rips from your throat when he drops it on your head and quickly ties the bag.

You had to learn your place one way or another.

Ayato Sakamaki

Ayato had to have heard wrong because there was no fucking way that you chose someone other then him. Especially knowing that you were his and his alone. This rumor had to be just that, false information spreading around the school.

He knew he didn’t have anything to worry about, it was him for crying out loud. No one can compete… but he still needed to hear how wrong everyone was from the source.

He found you easily in the girls bathroom, locking the door to avoid any interruptions. It was a miracle he was thinking clearly, usually it was so unlike him. And that’s why it was scary.

His stare was intense and focused, it made you squirm under the heat of it. He taunts you with slow forward steps, making you take steps back until your back was flush against one of the walls. He caged you in between his arms immediately, decreasing your chances to escape. As if you had any to begin with..

“Ore-sama’s been hearing some things he shouldn’t, Chichinashi.” He begin, his left hand sliding down to grip one of your shoulder, “It’s not true right? You wouldn’t dare go against Ore-sama?”

“A-Ayato.” Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden. You knew what he was talking about. After having a disagreement once again between you both, you foolishly accepted a date with another. You thought it would come to nothing, little did you know that the person would spread the news like a wild fire.

His grip tightens, nails digging through your uniform into your skin, drawing blood from you. The smell was intoxicating as always to Ayato, but he was to busy seething inside to notice completely.

“It was a mistake! I didn’t mean it, I was upset. Forgive me.” You plea body trembling in both pain and fear.

A scowl stretches onto his face, his hand long left your shoulder the minute those words left your lips. Instead, they wrap around your throat, tightening as he processes your words. It came to the point, you were clawing at his hand, letting out choked gasps.

Ayato couldn’t think straight. All he can think about is you being with someone that’s not him. How dare you? Ayato should be your whole world, your first thought when you wake up and your last thought when you sleep. You should feel suffocated by his presence, otherwise he wasn’t doing his job.

Slowly he loosens his hold on you, leaving you chugging down air desperately. A few minutes pass before you glance at him, body going still when you see the huge sinister grin on his face.

“Ore-sama’s just gonna have to remind you who you belong to,” he suddenly grabs your hair and throws you on top of the faucets counter, “No matter how long it takes, everyone will know you belong to Ore-sama.” He finishes before sinking his sharp teeth into your neck with purpose.

Kanato Sakamaki

If it was any normal person, they would be heart broken and move on. But Kanato was anything but normal.

First he lets you get away with talking back to him in your argument yesterday, chosen to forgive you after you reluctantly make him snacks and now.. you had the audacity to cheat on him.

You filthy, untrustworthy mortal.

He was aware all woman were the same. Hell, he constantly reminded him despite the kind attention you gave him. He always assumed your kindness had ulterior motives. Why else would someone be kind to him? He knew he was a handful. He just didn’t care.

Now it was clear how you felt about him, there was no hiding it. There was no hiding from him. This time, you actions are unforgivable. You thought you can toy with his feelings… You’ll pay in the worst way.

When he invited you to his room, you didn’t think much of it. Somehow you were completely oblivious to the news spread throughout the school. In fact, the situation with the date was so far in the back of your head, you have forgotten it had happened. You were just upset in the moment. It was never more than just a sway of words.

That’s why after entering his room to see the person who asked lying lifeless in a pool of blood a few feet away from Kanato, were you shocked. Just a few hours ago, he was alive. Guilt quickly creeped up on you but it was shortly lived when Kanato called for your attention.

“So glad you’re here. Good to know you’re still a little obedient,” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He points to the dead on his floor, “Remember them?” he laughs, “Of course they do! Right teddy?” he turns to the bear in his hand.

You remain still, time ticking like a bomb about to go off. Which in all honestly it could, Kanato was unpredictable and if he found out about that and this was the outcome, imagine what he would do to you.

How do you get out of this situation?

“Look at her, teddy. She’s planning something… whatever it is won’t work. No. I don’t like it.” he shakes his head, “I’d much rather your expression be twisted in pain than whatever this is…” he walks towards you, face twisting from one emotion to another before settling into a deep frown. He stops a feet away from you, your back against the door before she even realizes it.

“I do enjoy your terrified expression too, it’s adorable.” he mumbles. It felt like time froze with how long you both been staring at each other. Kanato hold on his bear tights as he stares numbly at you. It was too much, you had to say something.

“Kanato—“ your voice trails off because in a split second, a knife was lunged into your abdomen. It hurt so much, it pulsed with heat. Your mind couldn’t wrap around what was happening. Gripping the arm it was attached to, you looked the culprit in his crazed eyes, “Kan-ato..”

He sneered twisting it harshly, “Did you think you can get away with using me?! I told you I’d break you. Down to your last breath.” he yanks it out, watching your body drop to the floor, struggling to inhale.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty enough to be added to my collection,” he bends down to stab you again in your shoulder. He smiles when you haller out in pain, “To stay with me forever… you should be grateful.” he stabs your leg.

“That’s right.. look at me like that.” he repeatedly stabs you over and over until the life drifts from your eyes to nothing, “You’ll never leave me. Will you?”

Laito Sakamaki

What was this? Is his hearing finally going, has he finally reached that age? No, that can’t be it. So whst exactly was happening?

His little bitch going on a date with some that’s not him? How outrageous. Not possible. He’s the only one who can take you out on sexy rendezvous and risky trips. You liked it better when it was him. He knew that.

So why is it that hearing the rumor stirs something unsettling in him. It tugs at his undead heart and gnaws at his brilliant brain. Before he could do anything, it seeped through the cracks, drowning him.

Every memory with his mother, with every woman he encountered, every person who he thought he loved—who he thought showed him love and every betrayal he assumed or saw came full surface.

It hurt so much. He swore to never feel like this again. And it ate at his mind. If he had a breath to give, it would be ripped right out of him. He didn’t like this. He wasn’t the one in control, he wasn’t the one getting your love. He wasn’t the one playing the game. He felt like the game played… him.

When Laito found you, he all but dragged you to the roof top. A place where terrifying, haunting memories were held. The same ones that kept you on your toes, but failed you every time.

Laito was uncharacteristically quiet, his back turned to you as he stared out into the open planes. It could have been a pleasant sight if you didn’t know what kind of monster he really was.

“Y’know, little bitch.” he starts, taking his hat off to run his free hand through his hair, “There was only one other time I truly loved someone to the point of hate. All the others… they weren’t real.”

Hearing where this conversation was heading, you reach back to grip the handle when a gasp leaves you. No longer were you standing in front of the door, instead Laito has you dangling off the rails of the school on your toes. His right hand was twisted into your uniform shirt, the only thing keeping you from falling.

Quickly, you grab his arm, tears swelling in your eyes as you see the sad expression on his face. It squeezed at you heart, but maybe that was actually the fear of falling.

“Lait-o please!” You lean forward into his touch.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head at your attempt to sway him. He knew this scene all too well. The first was hard on him, he drowned himself in body after body. No doubt this would be the same. It didn’t bring him the same joy as his usual actions did. This time he truly felt torn.

“Little bitch,” he draws in your attention and you lock eyes, “It doesn’t bring me joy from this. I would have rather spent the rest of our lives together… exploring each other but I can’t tolerate the betrayal.”

It only dawned on you what he was talking about. From the start of this interaction you thought he was being moody but you should have known; play your cards just a little better but it was too late. With a easy unraveling, he lets you go with a gentle push and watches as you descends to the floor.

So many emotions raved through him as he did. He wanted to grab you back and tell you it was a joke. But he stays in place when he hears a loud splat and a pierced scream.

He couldn’t even bring himself to peek before he left. You brought up to many bad memories, how could he forgive you?

Subaru Sakamaki

Subaru really couldn’t stand you. From the moment you entered their home and disrupted his peace. It was always something with you. Always needing saving from someone or something, always needing to be reminded that you were beneath him and everyone in this house.

Yet you seem to not understand it or that you do but you completely throw it to the wind, whatever the reason it pissed him off. All your stupid attempts to get close to him, to try and understand him… to get him to open up.

Then, despite his constant attacks on you, he actually grew some form of attachment. The thought of you sicken him, but the thought of you gone made him mad more. You disgusting, weak human did something to him.

So when he heard the rumor of you agreeing to date someone else. It was like… something broke in him. All his thoughts consumed him, he was a monster. Less than trash. His mother didn’t want him nor his father. Why would you?

He didn’t even like himself sometimes. It’s no surprise the time you have another argument, you agree to date someone else. If he was in your position, he’d run to. Run so far, the chances of anyone catching him was slim to none. But you weren’t that good at running… actually, you couldn’t really run after he caught you.

There was a permanent snarl on his face as he stares down at you. A chained collar secured tightly around your neck, identical to the ones around your wrist. If Subaru wasn’t so aggravated, he could have enjoyed seeing you ruined.

He grips the knife in his left hand, which drips of your blood, “Shut up!” he shouts, listening to your whimpers, “You brought this on yourself. Stupid.. You just don’t learn.”

He moves to crouch in front of you, lifting your head up by the chin, “I told you you’ll die if you stay here.” His left hand raises as he speaks and makes another slash across your skin.

You groan loudly with shut eyes, shaking as he does it again… and again, and again till more and the same wounds bleed profoundly. It was agonizing, with how many hours he’s been at it. It felt like he was never going to lighten up his assaults.

But a miracle shines on you when he pulls away and drops the knife. He stands over you for minutes, chest heaving up and down. You never understood why they pretended to breathe, but you weren’t in the position to question.

There you laid out like a doll. So broken, bruised and bloody. Almost beyond repair. Subaru smiles at that acknowledgment. As much as he was tempted to tear your throat out, the smell of your blood begging him to drain you dry till you were foaming at the mouth; this would have to do.

”I told you… you’ll die.” was the last thing he said before leaving the dungeon, locking it on the way out.

Fuck he hated you.

DL Masterlist

#✮⋆˙ 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 — 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 #Ruki Mukami #diabolik lovers #Yui Komori #Reiji Sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #Subaru sakamaki #shu sakamaki #reji sakamaki #Dialovers #sakamaki laito #sakamaki shu #sakamaki ayato #sakamaki kanato #sakamaki subaru #diabolik lovers x you

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aprilthearcher · 1 year

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roman roy x reader [blurb]

wordcount: 809

warnings: cuss words, english is not my first language and this is not edited; also, not my pictures. first time writing after a long time and first time writing roman as well, so perhaps he’s a little ooc ? i’m also a huge taylor swift fan and this was written based on “welcome to new york”

The sun was setting down the horizon, painting the sky different shades of blue, orange, and some specs of pink, when the private jet landed from its journey all the way from London to the outskirts of New York City. The stars were going to appear soon; one could see the shining waning crescent moon up there.

There was a company car already waiting for her, which she would’ve thought had been sent by her dad were it not for the man leaning funny against the back door while looking down at his phone. She recognised him too well for her own good even after a couple of years without seeing each other. How could she not when she had spent her whole childhood running around his house, getting yelled at by Logan for making a mess, chastised by her father for making her godfather mad; having sleepovers with his sister that turned out to be sleepovers with him, sharing summer vacations by the side of the pool until Kendall and Connor taught her how to swim.

The click of her high heels walking down the stairs of the jet seemed to have alerted him of her presence. His eyes went quickly up and down her figure, finally setting on her face. She looked exactly the same yet entirely different at the same time.

“If it isn't (Y/N) Vernon in the flesh, ladies and gents,” he screamed, bringing both of his arms to his chest and doing some sort of imitation of a reverence. “Did you take the Queen’s place up there in little England? Took control of Buckingham Palace?”

“I was about to, actually”, she said with a small smile on her face and shiny, bright eyes she would never admit were for seeing him after so long, “but then I saw the mess you’ve all gotten yourself into”.

“Look at you, miss ‘I-sound-all-poshy’, you got an accent”.

“No, I don’t,” (Y/N) protested, scrunching up her face.

“Oh, you so totally do”.

“Shut up, Roman,” finally acknowledging him.

“It’s not my fault you sold yourself to the fucking brits, darling,” he said, replicating a butchered british accent of the pet name, while she started walking towards the other side of the vehicle where the chauffeur held the door open for her.

Once they were both inside the car, on their way to Logan’s apartment — her father had told her they would be waiting for her there for some “welcome home” lame party —, (Y/N) took off her heels, then let her head fall against the window to look at the city she had left more than half a decade ago.

When they started to approach the city centre, the sky had turned a deep tone of blue, stars barely visible because of the light pollution now. Her eyes were beginning to feel heavy the moment she heard him speak.

“You know, you should probably sleep a little before you encounter the sharks again after so long”. The sentence was whispered, almost as if he were afraid she’d already fallen asleep.

“I’m gonna miss the view.”

Roman snorted at her comment, “What view are you talking about? Tall buildings and, and fucking blinding lights?”

“Maybe I missed the blinding lights.”

“Oh yeah and fucking traffic too.”

“There’s traffic in London too, you know”.

“Of course I know that, you idiot, there’s also fucking blinding lights everywhere in London too, don’t you know that?”

(Y/N) turned her head to face him. She smiled, the expression on her face full of tiredness from the trip. Roman noticed it right away.

“Get some sleep, you baby,” he insisted. “New York is not gonna disappear just because you rest for two fucking minutes”.

The car ride fell silent then. It was nice. It was home. It was undisturbed peace, one they both knew wouldn’t last long; they’d soon be sucked back into the unfiltered chaos it was Waystar and its twisted insides.

Just before she could fall asleep, (Y/N) managed to croak a question. “Doesn’t it drive you crazy?”.

“What? My family? Yeah, they fucking do”.

She shook her head softly. “Not your family, silly, the city. New York”. (Y/N) looked at him with hooded eyes, Roman had his eyebrows drawn together.

“Yeah, I - I guess. But now,” he answered with his eyes set on hers only, “now I wouldn’t change anything.”

“Me neither.” She managed to reply with a content smile through the sleepiness.

“Stop fighting the sleep or you’re gonna keep asking random questions, you weirdo.”

When she didn’t answer, he knew she’d finally taken his advice. Shrugging off his dark, woolen coat, Roman placed it on top of her upper body in an attempt to keep her from getting too cold, perhaps even to protect her against the crumbling ruins of the world outside.

#roman roy x reader #succession #roman roy x you #reader insert #fluff #succession x reader #roman roy #roy family

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bonesandthebees · 3 months

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hi bee :) semi-new anon here just hoping that you’ve been doing okay <3 i wanted to say that i absolutely adore your writing, and will happily read it, no matter what fandom it is you’re writing for, or if you’re just writing original works /gen!! your writing has always inspired me heavily hehe, it’s wonderful.

also, on the topic of original works, do you have any good novel recommendations? i’ve recently gotten back into reading and have been super into fiction, but i’m down for any sort of recs. one of my favourites at the moment is good omens :)

here’s your daily message to go have some water or tea and take care of yourself !! 🌷

hello hello!! I'm doing pretty alright now, feeling a lot better than I was this past week :) and that's so sweet of you to say, it's so reassuring knowing I have so many of you guys willing to read my silly stories no matter which fandom they're about (or even if they're original)

and yes I do have some recs!

I made a post about two months ago now talking about books I'd read that I really enjoyed so there'll be some crossover here but also some new ones I've read since then

one of my new favorite novels is The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon. it's a heavy fantasy story following 4 different intertwining POVs. the fantasy world itself is made up of several different countries all inspired by various real world cultures that's not just limited to western europe which is incredibly refreshing. the world itself is incredibly fleshed out and interesting, the characters are all very diverse and have so much depth, and there's also a very beautiful sapphic romance <3 I'm reading the prequel to priory right now and I'm also loving it so far

another book I really enjoyed is actually a duology—The Radiant Emperor series by Shelley Parker-Chan. the first book in the series is She Who Became the Sun which I really enjoyed, however the sequel book He Who Drowned the World is the one that absolutely blew me away. just letting you know in case you're not comfortable with it, both books contain sex and some graphic violence. the story is set in 14th century China when it was ruled by the Mongols, and it's an incredibly well done queer retelling/fictionalization of the rise of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Emperor who ushered in the Ming dynasty. the text engages with so many themes of the expectations of masculinity and femininity and how they restrict people, and really dives into gender expression and how it can be wielded in different ways. again the first one was really enjoyable, but the second one was on a whole other level and I'm still reeling over how good it was and how much it emotionally hurt me.

ok and then last one for now

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone - I know we all heard about this one thanks to the iconic bigolas dickolas wolfwood on twitter but also they were so right about this book. it's gorgeously written. the book itself is mostly written as letters exchanged between two women who are time traveling agents on opposing sides of a war for who controls the timelines. it's a beautiful love story, it's sci fi but with a heavy bend towards spec fic which I personally really like, the world concepts are incredibly fascinating, and it plays around with time travel in a very intriguing way. it's a very short book so it's an easy one to burn through. I checked this one out from my library but I'm highkey tempted to go to a bookstore and actually buy a physical copy for myself just because there were so many gorgeous lines I want to highlight

hope this helps!! my taste in books is usually: sci fi/fantasy/spec fic with sapphic women so hopefully that's something you enjoy as well lmao

#ask #tulip anon #book recs

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dragonpropaganda · 2 years

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Not what i was thinking i was gonna post on halloween, but this software is so fucked up it’s scary. Gotta say, the way rain world levels work is utterly fascinating to me. Like, technically and visually. It’s important to note rain world is a 2.5d game here. Let’s get an image example: GW_A24 (which stands for garbage wastes single screen room 24 in room file shorthand)

Note the 3-dimensionality of the space, as well as survivor’s shadow on the curved stone pillar behind it. This is rendered as 2.5d in the gamespace. Now let’s look at the room render in the files:

A... flat .png image? Yes. Rain world renders this 2.5d world from a red depthmap. The overbearing redness may stick out, far from the browns and toxic greens of the room in-game. This is because the game applies palettes

In the bottom left corner, see the palette menu, note the fade palette? yes, rooms get not one but two palettes to play with, which gives much more colour depth and variance in a region.

toning down the toxic fade palette, we get nothing but the sun-bleached grey palette 9, and turning it up...

Yeowch! The toxic hues in full force. Obviously this palette, palette 11 couldn’t be used like this, but with palette 9 as a moderator, it manages to show the intense pollution of the garbage wastes.

Now, as for the origin of the png image, it is created in the rain world level editor. To someone who has not used the level editor, this may seem simple. To someone who has, the mere mention may bring a tear to their eye.

the editor is split into quite a few editors, but here is the most relevant one for this, the tile editor.

One look at this and you might think “hey, those assets look like they were drawn in MS paint, where are my 2.5d objects? And where are the objects lying on the floor?” To answer this, i must elaborate. The tile editor shows previews of the tiles. the actual models, or to resort to technical vocabulary, voxelstructs, would be too impractical to render within the tile editor. The models are, too, stored as pngs, descending from the closest layer to the furthest, with the editor symbol positioned last. As an example, have the “big brick” tile that features prominently. The amount of times a layer repeates is controlled in the tile’s line in the init (ie: [#nm:"BigBrick", #sz:point(2,2), #specs:[1,1,1,1], #specs2:0, #tp:"voxelStruct", #repeatL:[1, 1, 1, 7], #bfTiles:0, #rnd:1, #ptPos:0, #tags:[]])

The RGB layers are used to generate the 3d model for the render, and the black outlines are what are shown in the tile editor.

Non-grid aligned objects, or “props” are placed in the prop editor, and they do use the 3d layers. This is because it is necessary for the prop editor’s function. While the tile editor is limited to the three major layers, the (2.5d) world is made up of 30 pixel layers (well, gameplay objects exist between layers 5 and 6, and water starts either between layer 0 and layer 1 or above layer 0) , and props can be placed as starting from any of these layers.

These are all assembled to make a 2.5d level... in red, green and blue. Not yet in the red read by the game. And also notice: there aren’t any plants! plants are generated by effects, which you can see haven’t been fully applied yet. The dark space surrounding most rooms is one, called “BlackGoo”

I don’t really have the strength of will to elaborate on effects, so onto lighting we go: the sunlight in a room is generated from an often crude monochrome image, which is projected onto the layers of the room after effects are generated, many of the intricacies of the lighting exist through light angle and distance.

In the last stage of rendering, the harsh red lightmap generated by this projection is used to determine whether a pixel is sunlit or in shadow. Light distance and angle are also saved for the game, so that it generates the shadows of gameplay objects in accordance.

All of this isn’t quite how it works but rather... an approximation. The editor still has many strange things, but this is what i’ve worked out from my own experience with it, as well as the experiences both of the modding community and others who worked on downpour. So yeah, basically rain world rooms go between 2.5d and 2d multiple times and it’s fucked up and the level editor is probably possessed by some kind of evil spirit. This piece of software is the hardest i’ve ever had to deal with, and apparently it’s even weirder internally, like half the code is in swedish. I haven’t even gotten into describing how the blues work, and i won’t, because i have no idea how the blues work, just that everything that isn’t controlled by the palette is rendered as blue.

#rw #rainworld #rain world #rw modding #this is what i've determined #love it tho mwah mwah #now you too can be confused by the inner workings of this technological wonder!#edit: tag said this software has tormented me for OVER half a decade #rather than almost #over would be impossible the game hasnt been released this long #so what i meant was: this software has tormented me for ALMOST half a decade

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starry-skies-116 · 9 months

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My AU Synopsis for the main trio + June and Fowler: Jackson Darby: 16 yrs. Neurodivergent, Intersex ADHD Queer Black Pakistani-American kid from Brooklyn when he moved to Jasper Nevada at five, socially ostracized. bi as FUCK and not even subtle about it. dead father at seven lost due to illness and is being raised by his single mother June has a little drone friend named Emily for max gay adventurer scientist chaos energy. Huge fan of a show called Celestial Odyssey, side passion for music and gaming (bonds with Raf over it). Gains way too many parental figures over the course of the series. Hacked into the Pentagon at ten years old on a dare.

Miko Nakadai: 16 yrs. Heir apparent to Nakadai Industries. Short petite Japanese-American jock girl with slightly toned muscles that can actually send you to the gulag if you fought her. Was in multiple sports clubs and took Shaolin classes. Youngest daughter of a rich family of three other siblings and a lot of extended family back in Japan with a controlling immigrant businessman father, mood disorder af while dealing with the aftermath of generational trauma and a dysfunctional family. Has two older siblings that are both twins, older sister is Himeko and older brother is Sora. Himeko and Sora are both 18. Is the champion of multiple street brawls. Has gotten into many street-fights and fights at school. Secretly a nerd too, so it makes sense that she'd fall for the nerd.

Rafael Esquivel: 12 yrs. White, Italian-Cuban American, from a huge family. Basically near-blind without his glasses. Skipped a couple of grades due to his talents in IT and hacking, and regrets it immensely now due to the burnt-out gifted kid spiral that he's going through. goes to the same high school as Jackson and Miko, and nobody takes him or his decisions seriously since he's younger than the rest. being the youngest is hard honestly-

June Darby: 37 yrs. African American woman, passed down her broader and curvier physique to her intersex son (of whom's also genderqueer and bi as FUCK omg). M-spec, male-leaning. Learns about the Autobots later on and about the work her son does and the wonderful family and life he's building for himself, and instantly allies herself with them the moment she does. Quit her big-shot engineer job and became a mechanic just to be able to be home take care of her son. automatically adopts everyone else. best friends with Optimus Prime and Fowler naturally. she'd give the sun and moon and stars and universe and galaxies and planets and nebulas and black holes and MORE for her babies and our blood and all of us LIVE to see it. Closeted nerd and neurodivergent as well. (oh and btw Mama Darby once called Team Prime a more affectionate/familial nickname in French and the familial love +2 modifier was too much for them once their processors translated it and they understood what it and the connotations meant. Bumblebee was trying so hard not to break out into tears while Arcee was struggling to hold back a smile)

William Fowler: 35-37 yrs. Black American. Grew up in Detroit. Knew Jackson's father from his time in the army- they were both best friends. FBI agent and government personnel. Stern and no-nonsense authority figure at first, strict yet disciplined, takes it upon himself to be one of many Jackson's 'older sibling' figures that he gains. he and the kids both fight a lot but they are literally a package deal so do not separate anyways. HUGE cat-person, bonds with Miko over it. Actually really likes Emily because the drone behaves like an affectionate and excited puppy who's just happy to be there. He and June work together from the time she finds out the 'truth' to co-parent her son and his friends and to support them and the Autobots in all of their missions.

#transformers #transformers au #transformers reboot au #tfp #transformers prime #tfp au #jackson darby #miko nakadai #rafael esquivel #raf esquivel #jack darby #june darby #agent fowler #william fowler #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime

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sleepywr3n · 7 months

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starting a new blog to maybe possibly occasionally post about nano stuff so like. this could go way off or it could be completely dead. you should follow cuz either way it won't negatively affect your life.

anyway i'm writing a horror/locked-room-murder-mystery near-future spec fic about all these rich/powerful people who gather on a submarine to eat the biggest, freshest tuna, as part of a benefit/raising of funds for the conservation of the bluefin tuna, but then they start getting...weird. Do they survive? How many survive? I did not plot this out, and I hope we find out.

inspired by Jennifer E. Telesca who did an episode on a great podcast called Green Dreamer:

in which she talks about the pernicious relationship of conservation organizations who are essentially monitoring and managing the extinction of the bluefin tuna for maximum profit, instead of actually trying to...you know...save them from extinction.

Anyway I got Jen's book from the library and have written 1,750 words since midnight yesterday, and have I finished Jen's book? Of course not. But I've already found enough in the introduction to add to the description in my story so that's exciting!

Here's my favorite paragraph I've written so far:

The Perciformes was surfacing, in advance of the pack. Sunlight slowly bled into the water like pigment, streaks pushing through where the water column was full of a bit more debris, little bits of plant matter and exoskeleton absorbing and reflecting the sun’s beams. A few more seconds and it was bright enough to pick out the sparkles of yellow finlets - a line of brilliant triangles running down each tuna’s back like flashes of the sun, captured in the bones of an elder god. Mal thrilled at the sight.

Follow along if you wanna! And I guess it would be helpful if people asked me questions about the story to help me plot this thing out because I haven't even decided how many guests there will be or how many people are already on the ship.* Just that there will be pretty lights, creepy vibes, and reverential descriptions of tuna. This is a fanfiction to Jen, Nature, and the Bluefin Tuna.

*(which corresponds to how many ways I can figure out how to cleverly kill or drug or hypnotize or otherwise control the characters) (since you've read this far, I'll reveal that this is ultimately a feel-good revenge fantasy in which I get to come up with a bunch of poetically just and artistically fucked up ways I can punish archetypes of various people in power so that we can create alternative fables for how we deal with this global fuckery we're in)

#nanowrimo #green dreamer #Jen Telesca #tuna #spec fic #Jennifer Telesca #bluefin tuna #anticapitalist spec fic #writeblr

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trivialbob · 2 years

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This morning I left on my trip to Chicago before sunrise. That always makes me feel like I'm making really good time. I have only my small cup of coffee and the radio to deal with.

Traffic is super light. I figure the cops are at the end of a night shift and don't want to catch one more speeder, so I bump up the cruise control a little. All is swell.

The the sun rose. I'm driving eastward. Looking straight into the sun is awful. Its in the sky, it reflects off the hood, and even reflects off the sides of trucks I pass. Every spec of dirt on the windshield is magnified. I'm going to be blind soon.

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allspecsuncontrol1 · 4 months

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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years

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Your last ask (about gethen) made me think of both by todrick hall. Also gethen is multigender and/or genderfluid and definitely m-spec. He dates everyone and everyone can date him.

You're right, Gethen could be your boy toy. He could also be your princess. He could be a bitch, he could be a diva. Not only can he do both, he is both.

With all this I think Gethen is my favorite Neverseen member, like he is that bitch. Does what he wants, ignores what everyone else says and constantly thinks he's the best person in the room. He'd be an absolute disaster to spend more than two minutes with because he is Like That but oh the concept of him. I will admire from afar and do everything in my power not to cross paths because I'd want to punt him into the sun. Not for his multigender swag but because he'd say one sentence and the sound of his voice would activate my fight or flight response and I'd have no control over what happened next.

Also loving the idea of him dating everyone/dating around. We've got Fintan and his on again off again/ex-lovers with tension thing going on with Dimitar, I think we deserve a villain who's got chemistry and history with everyone. You think you don't have history with him? Think again because everyone does. No one is immune to the wiles of Gethen Ondsinn, the most gaudy and vain person to exist in the Lost Cities and proud of it.

This characterization has devolved so far from canon and I am absolutely delighted by it, Nonsie. I am poking him with a stick, I am putting him in a little bird house and watching him. He.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #gethen ondsinn #canon gethen: I destroyed an entire castle and I will destroy you. you'll never win. you'll never be enough #this gethen: you CHIPPED my NEW NAILS i am SCREAMING AND KILLING YOU (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)✧#he simply. is

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themculibrary · 1 year

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Late Night Conversations Masterlist

Anchor Point (ao3) - shadowen clint/phil E, 9k

Summary: Six nights in one bed.

and here, my love, we linger (ao3) - glittercake sam/bucky M, 9k

Summary: "You're an idiot," Sam says, suddenly very serious.

Bucky swallows and brings his hand up to trace along the hem of Sam's untucked shirt.

They're looking each other dead in the eye. So so close.

Sam's eyes flick up to Bucky's, and he says, "I haven't laughed like that since… Since he—"

"Since what, Sam," Bucky pleads. He wants to know this. He wants Sam to be okay again, to be able to talk about Riley.

But Sam never talks about Riley.

Bandages & Beers (ao3) - JustGettingBy yelena/kate T, 4k

Summary: A few months after Christmas, Kate Bishop is still trying to sort out the mess that currently is her life.

A knock at the window changes everything.

dona nobis pacem (grant us peace) (ao3) - honeydwine druig/makkari E, 1k

Summary: It took them weeks aboard the Domo to actually talk about it. It took them no less than three days to have sex

It went a bit like this.

Home is Where the Heart Is (ao3) - NarutoRox bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: Bucky shook his head. “Doll, I know you’re wound up, but you need to sleep,” he said, before playing dirty and adding, “I need to sleep,” which made him feel guilty when Tony flinched. ~ In which Bucky is tired, Tony is homesick and restless, and Bucky has a secret weapon.

i don't need serotonin if i can just have your hand (ao3) - cyanica sam/bucky T, 3k

Summary: "Can I… Can I hold your hand?” He reached out, human and warm in the sunlight that shone upon Sam in a kind of iridescence that was all-consuming. His eyes were half-lidded and glassy, the twilight dawn breaking all over the atmosphere as he watched it devote itself to Sam’s presence like each spec of dust caught within the sunshine were fireflies addicted to his glow. “Something – something else to know what's real if I wake up and can't remember.”

Or making amends doesn’t lie within old evils, but rather new loves.

if your heart's still open (ao3) - steveandbucky steve/bucky, clint/natasha E, 8k

Summary: “What’s wrong, Buck?”

“You really gotta ask that?”

“Yeah, I do.” Steve clenches his jaw. “You were the one who ended things.”

Nightmare (ao3) - stucky steve/bucky E, 33k

Summary: After having another unbearable nightmare, Steve seeks the comfort of Bucky, the only person he think to turn to. He's the only person Steve wants to turn to.

This follows those nights they spend together, talking, laughing, crying, and falling in love.

Oh, we're splitting into partners now? I'll go stand over here. (ao3) - orphan_account bruce/clint, steve/tony E, 22k

Summary: Clint and Bruce get the late night munchies and make a connection. What follows from one simple interaction tends to surprise them both.

Patterned Mosaics Under Broken Dreams (ao3) - XtaticPearl steve/tony M, 7k

Summary: Tony is practically an expert on nightmares. He has been dealing with them for a long time now and has had time to control his reactions to them. This didn't extend to the other Avengers though, who had their own specific horrors that trapped them in their sleep. It was a natural decision for Tony to be the one to see them through such times. If only he made sure that they knew about this too, because sometimes taking care of your family could mean damaging yourself. In the end, it falls on the team to see through this and hope to bring Tony out of his own horrors.

Save Me From My Dreams (ao3) - happyaspie G, 3k

Summary: Exams are stressful and between the anxiety and the nightmares, Peter can't seem to find sleep. Tony just wants his kid to get some rest and he'd do anything to accomplish that.

The sun shines brighter when you are here (ao3) - frostysunflowers T, 3k

Summary: One room. Two moments.

Tony, before and after Peter comes home.

We've Got Time (ao3) - steveandbucky steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Steve and Bucky learn more about each other through intimate late-night conversations, hot showers and unexpected massages, a ridiculous amount of kissing and cuddling, and finally, by having an open, honest discussion about their relationship. AKA a long list of non-sexual intimacies and a whole lot of tooth-rotting fluff.

What is Real (A Comfortember Fic) (ao3) - happyaspie T, 37k

Summary: For weeks Tony searched for Peter but once he finally has his adopted son back in his arms he realizes how long of a road they have ahead of them.

Or:

After being kidnapped and subsequently mentally tormented Peter is left feeling anxious and afraid. Tony is there, as always, to help him pick himself up again.

Where We Left Off (ao3) - Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) bucky/tony T, 2k

Summary: Prompt: Imagine Bucky and Tony meeting at night in the common room because of nightmares or Tony's crazy working hours and they somehow bond over late night cooking/eating take out and watching crappy TV. AND Imagine Hydra kidnapping Tony and stripping him of his memories and brainwashing him.

Keeping odd hours seemed to be an Avengers prerequisite, so Bucky wasn’t surprised to run into Tony the first time, or even the second time. Common floor, TV on, flicking through channels just to remind himself that it wasn’t 1944 anymore. If that had been the extent of it—missing the past—he’d have counted himself blessed, but it seemed like he had a head full of bad memories just waiting for him to be stupid enough to close his eyes and sleep.

So at first, sure, it’d seemed normal that Tony had wandered in, and dropped onto the couch next to him, stolen the remote, and pulled up some weird cooking competition program.

“I don’t know why I love watching cooking shows when I’m starving,” Tony muttered. “Must be the masochist in me.”

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #latenights #latenights masterlist #masterlists

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Cursed / Armando Salazar x OC / Chapter 27

My senses are wide awake and alert the closer we get to the Trident. I feel the ocean living within me. I’m aware of every current coursing in the vast body of water, of every whale breaking through the surface before crashing back with a behemoth splash, every living, breathing spec floating about their daily lives.

It feels like the ocean is a part of me, and I am one with it.

And once I feel the magnetic pull at it strongest, I stop and look up. there, atop a rock, the Trident of Poseidon is displayed.

“There it is,” Carina breathes in awe, “The Trident.”

I want to both laugh and cry at the sight of it. We did it – Henry did it. He got us this far and look, now we’ve found it and can finally break the curses of our loved ones. He will have his father back, Armando and his crew will be mortal once more, and I…I…

I don’t know.

Will I be normal after this? Or will I be as I am now?

“What needs to be done for all curses to break?” I ask calmly, curious where this leaves me.

“The map says, ‘To release the power of the sea, all must divide.’ But I don’t know what that means, yet,” Carina explains. She opens her mouth to continue but hesitates. At last, she asks, “If you are the heir of Poseidon, wouldn’t you be able to break all curses then?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug, “I don’t even know what or who I am anymore.”

“But if you are –”

“I would’ve done so many years ago,” I cut her off, recalling how the Spanish crew referred to me as a blessing. Somehow, they claimed I restored their purpose, returned a sense of feeling back to their long dead bodies. And after studying every myth, legend, and curse of the ocean, I know curses don’t bring happiness. Curses either confine you to the ocean, limit you from going on land, or sentence you to a hundred years at sea to ferry souls from the living to the dead.

“Mind if I cut in?” We turn to Jack who steps between us in a very Jack-like manner. “Now, hypothetically speaking, if you were Poseidon’s long-lost heir and ruler of the ocean, wouldn’t that make you the rightful wielder of the Trident, considering we’re standing the Poseidon’s tomb and that makes him very much dead.”

I must admit, for a pirate Henry and I have been searching for our whole lives, he’s not all that…threatening as the wanted poster made him seem. “Hypothetically speaking, what’s your point?”

He grins, showing off those gold flaked teeth. “I think I’m beginning to like you.” Then he ventures a few feet ahead on those sea legs and gesture between me and the Trident, “My hypothetical point is, the Trident controls the ocean just like you – what a coincidence! Then wouldn’t it mean breaking one of the two would also mean to break the other?”

“So,” I frown as I try making sense of his words, “hypothetically speaking, I’d die?”

“Hypothetically, yes.”

The frown on Carina’s brow conveys she thinks he’s right. “I believe Jack’s got a point.”

“Don’t I always?” He grins.

“I’ve never considered that before…” I confess and look toward the Trident. It calls to me, luring me closer by its sight alone. The pull is so strong, I’d wager I could have felt it all the way from St Martin. But looking up at the sky, I find the sun has already risen and we’re running out of time. “Let me worry about that later. Let’s just get this over with.”

It seems my decision set us back on course. As I trudge through the wet sand, feeling the humidity of the ocean floor trickle down my hair and neck, Carina and Jack follow.

We’re only a few feet away when a booming voice sounds behind us, “JACK!”

Like one man, we turn to find Henry sprinting toward us, climbing a rock and leaping through the air with a sword raised above his head – aiming right at Jack.

In a beat, Jack pushes Carina and me to the side and dive to the other, missing Henry’s blade by inches. Half on top of the girl, I roll onto my back to see Henry pursuing Jack with an uncharacteristic rage about him. He’s never acted like this before, even less moved with such determined precision. His fighting style almost reminds me of…

My heart sinks.

Armando.

Of course, ghosts can possess the living but then…there is no way of coming back.

My head jerks toward the Trident and then to Carina. One look, and we both know we have to end this.

Pushing of the sand, we rush toward the ancient weapon. From the corner of my eye, I spot the rest of the Spanish crew sinking to the ocean floor with their weapons at the ready, although they keep to the water as to not turn to dust.

I want to curse. They can’t be here right now! If we break all curses, they will return mortal and will drown, as there is no way they can swim to the surface that fast.

Focus, Samira. One problem at a time.

I follow Carina up the rocks and stop at the Trident. Together, we grab hold of it and pull upward. But years of neglect has made it part of nature and it’s basically become one with the rock. However, upon catching a glimpse of Jack slicing Henry – er, Armando – across the face, I’m filled with desperate determination.

“Stand back,” I tell Carina before delivering a mighty kick to the weapon.

It breaks free with a gargantuan force that sends the two of us falling backward, and I watch it soar through the air before landing a few feet from a fighting Jack and Henry.

Not wasting any time, I make a run for it. Jumping over rocks as I did over obstacles during Magda’s training sessions, I reach it in record time. Only when I have the Trident in my hands, does another pair grab hold of it.

I look up at Henry’s face, but it’s someone else’s eyes I’m staring into. “Armando…”

However, he seems to be looking right through me.

I realize with a sinking feeling that the rage has taken over again, this time blinding him to everything around him. He’d kill me too and wouldn’t even realize it.

In that moment of terrifying realization, I dropped my guard and he yank the Trident from my hands, sending an exploding force of water through me. I scream as I am sent flying through the air, landing painfully on my back near the wall of water.

I gasp as the wind is knocked from my lungs, blinking rapidly to focus my mind on the present time. Another force rattles the ground, making me turn my head to the side.

There, at the spot I was standing on a moment ago, Armando has used the Trident to separate him from Henry’s body. My heart misses several beats as Henry’s form falls limply to the side, and Armando remains standing with the weapon in his possession.

“Henry…” Slowly, I get my breathing under control before sitting up. Before I could run to him, I see the entire crew of the Silent Mary watching me from behind the watery wall. Unlike their Capitán , they seem worried.

Time slows down as I enter a moment of clarity. Looking from the crew to Armando prowling toward Jack, and then to Carina trying to wake Henry up, everything falls into place.

I know what I must do.

Turning to the crew, I look at each of them – Lesaro, Moss, Santos, Magda – and say as loud as I can, “Magda, get to the Mary and sail her along the wall, start lowering the anchor as soon as she’s there, hold her steady. There won’t be time to swim up once the curse is broken, you’ll drown. I’ll see you all back on the Mary. Now go!”

But they don’t move an inch.

Lesaro mouths something to me, but all I can see is his lips moving. Luckily, I catch some of what he’s saying.

What if you die?

Yes, I could, but that’s not important right now.

Backing up toward the fight, I repeat what I said, “Go!”

However, as I turn to assess the battlefield to formulate a plan, I’m just in time to see Jack being flung at me by an arm of water. I duck mere seconds before he goes over my head and through the wall, where the crew makes a grab at him.

Armando has figured out how to wield the Trident and is using it to toss the pirate around. At this pace, he’ll either drown or break Jack by the sheer force he’s throwing him against the rocks.

I want to huff in irony – what a useless weapon, the Trident, if anyone can wield it. Honestly.

Taking off across the sand, I make a run for Henry’s sword that lies a few feet away from him and Carina. The latter looks at me bewildered as Henry’s begins to wake up.

“What are you doing?”

“The release the power of the sea, all must divide,” I recite what she told me earlier, “I’m going to break the Trident.”

“Samira, no…” Henry slurs as he comes by, “…what if it kills you?”

“I can’t die unless the ocean allows it, remember?” I force my voice to sound hopeful, positive, optimistic… while in my heart, I’m dreading what might happen. Smiling at him, I say, “Just make sure you’re on the Pearl before the walls come down, alright? I’ll see you up top.”

I grab his sword and run off, feeling my heartbreak as he calls behind me, “Samira, no, wait!”

Although every fiber in my being wants to turn back and hug him one last time, I know time has run out. The only way to break Armando’s curse and to save him from its rage, is to break the Trident. And if that means dying, then what a marvelous death that will be.

Unfairly accused of witchcraft.

Hunted down.

Locked away.

Sentenced to death.

Exiled.

Died a hero.

Chanting that over and over in my head, I see my window of opportunity: Armando has Jack pinned to a rock with the tip of the Trident, although it can’t pierce through whatever blockage is hidden under his coat.

Sprinting over a rock, I find a traction point and push off, leaping through the air with the sword raised and ready…

Armando and Jack both look up when I land beside them, and with one powerful motion, bring the sword down on the steel of the Trident.

Like a taut piece of string, it snaps, breaking into thousands of splintery shards, and unleashes an electrifying force that expands throughout the entire ocean. I felt it.

Just as I felt the sharp pain that pierced my heart and spiderwebs through my body.

#armando salazar #armando #salazar #pirates of the caribbean: dead men tell no tales #pirates of the caribbean #potc dmtnt #potc #dmtnt #jack sparrow #henry turner

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Sonic Ring Bond - Episode of Amnesia Island III 09 ~ Final ~

The following is a work of fan fiction by Joshua D. Tarwater and is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS.* *SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS retains full rights over the Sonic the Hedgehog™ intellectual property and can terminate or take control of this work at any time.

~EPISODE OF AMNESIA ISLAND III 09 ~ FINAL ~

★The call of adventure.

How many have heard that call? Have had their lives upended as adventure has come crashing into their lives?

For some, the call of adventure has lured them from their homes. For others they have answered out of necessity. Some yet have resisted that call, fighting back with all they have for reasons all their own. On this day, Rosy at last is free of any reason not to answer the call and leave Amnesia Island.

Cogwheel of the Sky Ring turning Encircled spec of Darkness quiet Last light of the setting sun reflected Forest fires glinting like embers Blue fading from the sky Clouds drifting away The evening star shining bright A shooting star streaking by

“Ah! You’re here!”

“Mote?”

His sandaled foot pressing into the firm dark soil, Tempest looked up from amidst a field of the flowers of light that bloomed when their seeds were freed from the stone statues that roamed the island. Above him the golden Ring hued fairy hovered staring down at him and he clenched his left hand into a fist.

“Now isn’t the time to address the tension between us,” Mote sighed as Tempest narrowed his eyes. “Rosy has been worried about you after she couldn’t find you earlier. She figured you’d arrive here if the Rings had simply whisked you away to safety. It seems she was right, and I’ll fetch her at once.”

“Wait–,” Tempest started, reaching out with his right hand, but Mote zipped off into the distance and through the woods.

Tempest could have easily snatched the fairy out of the air with his right arm, or even chased after her with his speed that matched Sonic’s, but he had lost his trust in the fairy and did not pursue her so carelessly. As such, his eyes widened in surprise when he heard a whining sound like the one produced by his use of the Spin Dash.

“Wait, did it work this time?”

The answer to Tempest’s question came a moment later as streak of pink flew out above him from up the hill side and crashed straight into a tree. A moment later Rosy fell to grown and flopped limply at the tree’s base. “Ow.”

“Rosy! It worked! The Ring Bond worked!”

Rushing over to Rosy who sat and puffed her cheeks up at the tree, Tempest nearly embraced her in a one-armed hug but stopped short as he heard Mote’s voice from behind him.

“Not as it should,” the fairy began. “She has no Ring Bond with you. Instead, we simply made use of her existing Ring Bond with Sonic to partake in his speed. Though as you can tell, my vassal still has a long way to go in mastering it and truly making it her own.”

“Phooey!” Rosy huffed before jumping to her feet and turning around to face Tempest, whose crystals had begun to cast a lilac light.

“But these flowers,” the black hedgehog commented as he looked around again at the field of flowers that filled the woods. “Did you…?”

“Don’t worry about those Tempest,” Rosy laughed as she took Tempest’s left hand in both of hers. “I was just practicing a little before you got back.”

“But there are so many? Is–?”

“Come o~n!” Rosy whined and started up the hill pulling Tempest after her. “I promised Nana, I’d bring you and Mote home!”

“Then–“

“Come on Tempest!” Rosy insisted as she pulled him along more violently, revealing that she was terrifyingly strong despite her size. “You’ve kept Nana waiting long enough! She was really upset after you and Mote ran off last night!”

“Oh! I… I mean… Well…”

Unable to put together a sentence properly, Tempest scratched awkwardly at the back of his head and let Rosy pull him along. He was still confused however, and the lilac glow of his crystals only intensified. But a murky red cloud began to form within his crystals as they continued up what was now an overgrown cobbled road and he saw no sign of the gate into Nana’s garden. In fact,…

“Rosy…,” Tempest started off, a slight trembling coursing through him. “Where’s Nana?”

“Just a little bit further,” Rosy insisted as they stepped out past more of the flowers of light and a half-collapsed hill carrying a small pond rose up before them, one that clearly collapsed in the direction of Nana’s garden. But Rosy did not look back as she continued to pull Tempest along, beginning to climb the freshly grass covered hill. “You’ve kept Nana waiting enough.”

“Rosy, you’re–?!”

Tempest’s words got stuck in his throat as they reached the top of the hill and Rosy at last let go of his hand and skipped ahead of him.

“You see Nana, I brought him home, just like I promised,” Rosy cheerfully smiled as she addressed the old hen who called Amnesia Island home.

“Rosy–“

“Don’t,” Mote cut Tempest off and flew up next to him and shook herself to and fro before looking out over at Rosy and where several more flowers of light bloomed upon the hill.

Following Mote’s gaze, Tempest noticed that Rosy’s tail was limply drooping and that her fingers were encrusted with dirt. It was far more than the dirt stains that otherwise covered her, mingled, and matted with obvious sweat. Barely able to look at her, Tempest looked down at his own left hand and saw the dirt and blood left behind from where Rosy had held onto him. A spark of red lightning coursed through his crystals and his face paled.

“Mote…?”

Again, the fairy shook herself and looked over at Rosy. Tempest did not desire to understand however as his heart fell and he swallowed with great difficulty. Still, he understood and summoned up every bit of strength he could and joined Rosy on her right side. As he felt Rosy take his left hand in her right and squeeze it, he felt as though his heart broke in two.

“N-Nana…,” Tempest began, his voice breaking and a tear running down his cheek. “S… Sorry I ran out like that last night. B-but I’m home now… I’m… I’m home…”

The pain from the intensity of Rosy’s grip meant nothing to Tempest as he fought with everything he had to stay standing as he looked down at the pile of rocks before him and the cross of wood erected in it, tied together with a familiar dark red scarf. The splotches of darker red upon it were too much to bear, but he kept his gaze steady, even as it blurred through the tears.

“I guess I’ll be going again now though… But I won’t go alone. I’ll be bringing Rosy with me, and we’ll go see the world and have so many stories to tell. I’ll keep her safe too. I promise.”

“Don’t be silly,” Rosy chided Tempest with a smile, even as tears ran freely down her face. “Nana will be right her with us everywhere we go.”

Rosy pulled at the front of her leotard as she spoke, the one she made with Nana and Mote, and Tempest nodded his understanding. “Yeah, she will be. Wherever we go she’ll be right here with us…”

Another shooting star fell from the sky above, and all the stars came out as the last traces of the sun disappeared from even where they were reflected in the Sky Ring.

Should one resist the call of adventure, surely it shall persist. Some can resist it all their lives, but when it comes more violently it sweeps up all those in its path for good or ill. What adventures awaits those who can no longer resist can only be discovered in the future. The past and that which binds them are forever left behind.

Yet, to say goodbye, one still has to look back at least one last time. And so, Rosy did before heading off in search of the adventure that refused to let her stay still any longer. At last, she could answer the yearning in her heart to answer the call of adventure as she bid farewell to this short chapter in her life.★

EPISODE OF AMNESIA ISLAND III 09 ~ FINAL ~ - END

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